Why I own a rifle

There is a multiheaded hydra monster in this country, one out to destroy the nation.
One head is the radical right. The next, of course, is the radical left. A small but growing head with increasingly sharp teeth is radical Islam. The next is the globalist free trade head.

By far the most dangerous is the activist radical RICH:

GEORGE FUCKING SOROS

Buy freedom. Buy 7.62 FMJ.

I usually have them done by now.

But being on the lower income brackets this year, my early calculations showed we were getting fuck all for a refund this year. So I put it off.
My original estimate panned out and Uncle owes us the princly sum of seventy five bucks.

Were it up to me, election day would be April 15th instead of November 2nd.

The man hater's society

The place I worked at until yesterday was staffed mostly by women.
I'll say this right up front, I have no problem working with women. In fact, I really respect women who prosper in male dominated professions. And I worked with them for two years without a problem in a female dominated industry, long term care.

This place however, is a bit different. Every one of them is over 30. In fact, most are over fifty. And all but 2 of them as far as I know, is divorced, if not once, twice. One is never married.

I, on the other hand, have been happily attached to the same women for sixteen years.

Someone has a problem with the opposite sex, and it isn't me.

So I was getting nagged. Carped at. Nay BITCHED at and lectured constantly. And I am supposed to be the chef? The CHEIF? The supernumarary, el supremo driving force, commander of the kitchen? Heh.

My problem is that I let it continue, hoping each new success (and there were very, very, many) would blunt the bitching and cause them to line up in my support. I was hoping that being passive, and keeping my trap shut, not letting it affect me would cause them to see that their behaivior was counterproductive.

Wrong. Lesson learned. Next time, cut them off at the knees. Take action, on the spot. Fire them immediatly if they can't control themselves.

Learning from the masters

"I never make the first move, but if someone even hurts me a little, I will descend on them"

Marco Pierre White
Youngest Chef ever to be awarded 3 Michelen stars.

HEY ASSHOLE!

Now I have had my little nap and I feel refreshed, and ready to reflect a little.

The GM having had one word for me was probably accurate for the moment, but not in totality. A no notice resignation IS an assholy thing to do. But in this world, being an asshole is the only response to dealing with assholes sometimes. Not that the GM is one. Just situationally as directed by the owner I suppose. In fact, she had been very kind to me in most instances, even if she never really heard a word I was saying.

As of this writing the restaurant is 1 hour and 45 minutes away from dinner service with, no hope whatsoever of serving the full dinner menu, or even the lion's share of it.

The owner was getting the boot in on me, including forcing a pay cut on me, one that I could hardly afford. Couple that with high gasoline prices and I can't afford groceries. All so the owner could salve his ego and his bankroll to the tune of one hundred sixty of my hard earned dollars a month. A pittance to him. To me, the difference between making it or not.

I could easily see more fucking around like that happening, and it was, and i'll detail that here in future posts. I had to lookout for me and mine. It was one of the most selfish things I have ever done. It was hardly the "take this job and shove it" rush like you see in the movies. It wasn't satisfying, but it was necessary. As the Chef, I was making what most decent line cooks make. And there are several steps between being a line cook and a Chef. The owner gambled that he had me over a barrel, as he did with the previous chef. The outcome was the same both times.

I trusted him, and he betrayed me. My mistake.
Trying to fuck me over. His mistake.

One hour, thirty minutes and counting. You had best have the soup underway, and you have salmon to fillet and portion. Get with it.

Mankind is like dogs,- as long as you don't get mad they'll bite you - but stay mad and you'll never be bitten. Dogs don't respect humility and sorrow.

(Jack Kerouac)

Human Frailty

A lot of things said and done on the Schiavo case. But the biggest notion I get out of it is just how collectively unqualified humanity is to call it's own shots. We are the rank amatures, the lowest bidders, at things important.

It was the perfect collision of beliefs, morals, principals, greed, hubris and emotions. And humanity lost one to nothing.

Little fuckers.

I have noticed a disturbing neighborhood trend.
Teens who like to travel in the middle of the oncoming lane of traffic.
On foot.
Staring at thier shoelaces, pretending they don't know you are coming, trying to force you to swing into to opposing lane to clear them.

Papa don't play that.