Whatever shall I do?
George Hill. Ya' gotta love him.
I left a comment on his blog yesterday.
He was pouting about having been summoned for jury duty and swore that if he wasn't excused within fifteen minutes of entering the building, he'd lose faith in the system.
I simply pointed out the obvious... that he was a slime.
Shirking his civic duty - not to mention - being idiotic enough to tell everyone.
Kind of like being idiotic enough to post that he was too dumb to cut down his Christmas tree with an axe - so he used instead... wait for it... A SHOTGUN!
Loaded with breaching rounds to boot. Carried in his pickup, no doubt, in case he locks himself out of the house.
So motherfucking dim that he whines about the sorry state of his finances less than a week before:
A. Declaring that he needs a new motorcycle because he isn't liking the vibe he's getting from all the Fat Bob riders. Transportation as fashion accessory - always fiscally sound.
B. The widdle boy had a bad day at work a week or so later. Nothing a little retail therapy won't fix! A brand new rifle later and he's feeling better already.
Dumb enough to whine about the sorry state of Utah's roads when what pays for them is... what is it? Oh yeah, taxes.
So, recently riding his cycle in a downpour (smart lad) he solved the hydroplaning problem by tailgating a semi at 80 mph so he could ride in the brief semi-dry spot left by the rear wheels.
How old is this dipshit?
Okay, this next is all old news for gun geeks so I'm going to skip with all the background.
Short version: Chiappa Firearms announced - or someone leaked it - that they were going to start installing RFID chips in their products. It's apparently mandated by the Italian government.
This is the company that makes the weird-looking gun pictured next.
Now we break for an illustrative lesson:
A month or two back, the folks in charge of the water supply for Portland saw, on their surveillance video, a guy peeing into one of the reservoirs.
Now, with full knowledge that lots of animals pee - and shit - in Portland's water supply and that some even die and decompose there, the water commissioner ordered that the entire reservoir - eight million gallons of treated water - be dumped back into the river because, as he, the water commissioner put it, "I don't want to have to talk to those 100 stupid people who imagine that their tap water is going to turn yellow".
Apparently, MKS Distributing of Dayton, Ohio, US distributor of Chiappa arms, found themselves in the very place that the water commissioner wasn't willing to be.
So, in the interest of calming everyone and assuring them that there were no monsters under the bed, they released the following, of which only the final, salient paragraph is quoted:
"RFID Removal: For those still concerned you can simply remove the grip and remove the hot glued RFID from the frame in the grip area when (over a year from now) these begin to appear. Others may prefer to wrap the revolver and their head in aluminum foil, curl in a ball and watch reruns of Mel Gibson's 1997 film, Conspiracy Theory. Well, that's a plan too!"
Oooh, the children were not happy!
Not to imply in the least that the owner of this blog is one of the children. I'm implying nothing of the sort. The kiddies we'll get to them later.
What is very interesting in the blog entry linked to is the response that the author received from the head of MKS Distributing who wrote to him and apologized - and vowed to do the same, individually, to everyone else who wrote him.
Now, at another spot the subject was discussed at some length.
There, the comments get seriously funny as a few rational folks, Magoo and Adam, do battle with the tin-foil-hat people.
It was instructive too. I found that for a paltry twenty bucks I can protect myself with... an RFID-blocking wallet.
Now, what about that!
Your very own Faraday cage - right in your pocket!
Be sure to read all the terrifying things that could happen if you try to skate by with just a dumb-old, leather wallet.
Now, you can also just retrofit your old wallet by simply cutting a piece of aluminum window-screen into a wallet-sized chunk and sticking it right in there with all your big bucks. They won't tell you that 'cause... they want to sell wallets.
But, now that we've got the skillz, why stop there?
Some one-by-twos, six-penny nails, casters and screen; a couple of hours some evening and there you are, cruisin' down the bouvelard in your very own, personal Farady cage.
If you live in a mobile home, you're probably cool when you're at home so you could park your cage outside.
With conventional construction, you should consider cloaking your entire house in screen. Less bugs too, an extra bennie.
But you may want to go the long dollar so here's what you do: Designate your RFID "safe room". Staple screen to the walls, floor and ceiling, put in an area rug for the floor and hire a plasterer to put a skim-coat over the rest of it.
And don't worry what the plasterer will think. He won't think you're out of your fucking mind. He'll probably go home and do it to his own house. Maybe incorporate it into his business. Could be a real growth industry.
Seriously, we can't be too careful.
These things are everywhere.
Apparently Wal Mart, shopping heaven for the tin-foil people, is wanting to put them in everything.
There's even one in my surly, morbidly-obese, sixteen-year-old Russian blue, Bill.
And who knows when some terrorist plants a bomb somewhere with a receiver attuned to my big, old, fat boy's frequency?
Maybe I can put together a window-screen, kitty ball-cap.
Now some may say: Considering how many fucking people there are on earth and the number of RFID's there are - and how remarkably un-interesting most of us are so why bother?
Well, if we all think that way, then the terrorists have already won.
But, I digress; we started with Georgie - who jilted me - Oh, cruel fate!
Here's le Stupids reaction to this nontroversy:
"The tone they took on the issue is insulting to anyone that has a concern. It’s much like those that questioned the President’s birth certificate and just calling them “Birthers”. Slinging an insult instead of addressing a legitimate concern."
George, George, George... Birthers?
That would be the group whose poster-girl is that Jill-of-all-trades, Orly (I'm-really-not-a-Sascha Baron Cohen-character) Taitz?
Does "brain-dead fuck-wad" suit ya'better?
I don't want to be unduly insulting.
"I don't make hell for nobody. I'm only the instrument of a laughing providence. Sometimes I don't like it myself, but I couldn't help it if I was born smart."
1st Sgt. Milton Anthony Warden.
"From here to Eternity"
1st Sgt. Milton Anthony Warden.
"From here to Eternity"
"You are in love with intelligence, until it frightens you. For your ideas are terrifying and your hearts are faint. Your acts of pity and cruelty are absurd, committed with no calm, as if they were irresistible. Finally, you fear blood more and more. Blood and time."
The Wisdom of the Ages
"When a young man, I read somewhere the following: God the Almighty said, 'All that is too complex is unnecessary, and it is simple that is needed',"