Driving — Not Dashing — Through The Snow

I ventured out this morning, despite the fear porn being dispensed by local weather people.

The folks on the various local Stormwatch–Stormcenter–Oh My God You’re All Going To Die–Armageddon Is Nigh–Doomsday broadcasts warned of sleet and freezing rain.

Such weather is not an all that uncommon state of affairs in the mountains of Western Pennsylvania, yet each recurrence is treated with overkill hype.

It’s a variation of how “news” has devolved into telling people to look after outdoor pets in extreme heat or cold, or to be careful driving in snow and ice or rain and fog, or not to put a plastic dry-cleaning bag over their heads lest they suffocate and be lost forever to the ratings numbers.

At this point I will emulate these broadcasts with some free, no-kidding advice: Studies have found that hitting yourself on the head with a hammer hurts and can cause long-term damage. Now, back to the matter of driving in ice and snow . . .

My brother, who lives at an elevation several hundred feet lower than I, had been using the wife’s old front-wheel drive sleigh and reported things weren’t that bad downtown.

A quick scan of my surroundings indicated ice and slush, but nothing approaching impassable, so he was given the go-ahead to pick me up.

The reason we were daring the weather was to make the daily visit to our mother, who is in long-term care.

We had no difficulty in getting there. But I am pleased to report that in riding maybe two miles with him, then returning solo two miles or so to my house, the high level of driving idiocy for which this area is known was being maintained, albeit by fewer drivers.

One brain donor, doing the old left onto Sunshine and right onto Susquehanna dodge to avoid the traffic light at Goucher and Menoher, decided approximately 100 feet was enough room to make another left and pull safely in front of a plow truck on Menoher.

Said plow truck disagreed and planted the brakes hard, allowing the moron to avoid being broadsided in the driver’s door and, ostensibly, to live to do more stupid things.

But wait, there’s more.

The person following me – too closely for this or any condition – almost didn’t get stopped before hitting me. Not at all sobered by that experience, the same driver continued to follow much too close for conditions.

This could have been problematic as I eventually would have to make two left turns. To aid this clueless individual, I slowed my speed, made sure to hit the turn signals plenty early and tapped out in Morse code with the brake pedal a message having to do with safe driving.

Turning onto my street, I was amused, but not surprised, to see a car at the end of the block pulled at a 45-degree angle across both lanes. Apparently the person was scraping snow and ice off their car and wanted to deposit it in the middle of the street instead of in their parking space.

I assure you, I’m not making up any of this.

Let us close with more news you can use. Another neighbor had her vehicle running (remote start) when I went onto my front porch to await my brother. It still was running when he picked me up, and when I returned from dropping him off to visit our mother. We’re talking about at least 30 minutes and likely more.

Two points need to be made.

First of all, any person knowledgeable about cars will tell you the best winter startup procedure is to let the car idle for about 30 seconds and then begin driving gently. Extended idling is not good for the car’s engine and you will warm it up and melt the snow/ice on windows faster by driving. This is the magic of fuel injection instead of old-school carburetors. Take a few seconds to scrape windows, then start the car and leave.

Second, never buy a used car that comes equipped with a remote starter. While the mileage on the odometer may be low, the hours of running time will be high resulting in much unnecessary wear and tear on the engine and other components. That 30,000-mile car you buy might have an engine that’s run the equivalent of 70,000 miles considering that idling is less than ideal for engines and produces much wear.

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National Flawed (Football) League

Take it from someone who spent more than three decades covering sports, the NFL vintage 2021 is a team full of flawed teams.

Even the teams with the best records are suspect. Consider the Green Bay Packers, runaway leaders of the NFC North Division and possessors of the league’s best record at 12-3.

Playing at home Saturday, the Packers held on to win by a thin two-point margin. This was despite Cleveland quarterback Baker Mayfield throwing FOUR interceptions, Cleveland missing one PAT and later sacrificing further PAT attempts by going for two-point conversions, and the Browns generally showing their ability to mess up a one-car funeral.

If Cleveland (7-8) had played with any sort of acceptable execution, the Browns would have beaten the league’s supposed top team at historic Lambeau.

Cleveland also was playing with a short preparation week, having had its previous game moved to Monday due to COVID 19 hysteria.

Just a week earlier, the largely pathetic Detroit Lions had laid one on the fading Arizona Cardinals. The Arizona collapse continued yesterday with an uninspired performance against Indianapolis. This is a Cardinals team that has lost its division lead to the similarly uneven Los Angeles Rams.

Look around the rest of the NFL and you see similar tales. The Dallas Cowboys can’t score with any kind of consistency.

The entire AFC North standings are compacted by mass mediocrity. Baltimore can’t keep a quarterback healthy and has had other injuries decimate its lineup.

The Steelers have problems on both sides of the football, where once it was only the offense that was laughable.

Cincinnati has lost two of its past three games to “ascend” into a share of the division lead with Baltimore.

Defending Super Bowl champion Tampa Bay still leads its division, but is stumbling mightily, having been blanked in its last outing.

New England, another long-running success story, holds a division lead despite obvious shortcomings offensively.

Tennessee soldiers on with its division lead despite not having its best offensive player, among other shortcomings.

A common theme to this NFL season has been key injuries, augmented by routine COVID absences.

Currently it seems the Omicron variant, which various reports indicate shares symptoms and overall danger with the common cold, is putting players on the sidelines until they can test free of the virus.

Once this sort of overkill would have been mocked. One of the highlights in the lore of the Pittsburgh Steelers is how defensive end Dwight White crawled out a New Orleans hospital bed to play and star in the Steelers’ Super Bowl IX victory.

White, who had spent the week leading up to the game hospitalized with pneumonia, lost 20 pounds, but still played.

He sacked Minnesota quarterback Fran Tarkenton in the end zone for a safety to account for the only first-half points scored in the game.

In the NFL of this era, White would have been sidelined because pneumonia can be a contagious ailment.

History fails to record any outbreak of pneumonia due to White’s presence in that Super Bowl.

Merry Christmas!

We still say Merry Christmas in this household, mostly because we celebrate the holiday, but also because we refuse to bow to the politically crowd and their Happy Holidays dictates.

Let me assure you that if you desire to wish me Happy Hanukkah, Merry or Happy Kwanzaa, and/or Merry or Happy Ramadan, I won’t be offended.

I won’t be traumatized. I won’t be rushing to the media to make charges of intimidation. I won’t consider it a microaggression, or even a macroaggression.

If one is looking to be offended, opportunities are many. Just last night — Christmas Eve – I was trying to watch reruns of The Office only to have my eyes assaulted by repetitive promos for RuPaul’s Drag Race.

Is this appropriate advertising on Christmas Eve? Not for me.

But I didn’t curl up in a fetal position sucking my thumb due to the trauma of it all. Along that line, if someone wishes me well for a holiday, I will accept it in the spirit it was offered.

I can’t celebrate these holidays of others– that would allow the social justice warriors to scream cultural appropriation. I can, however, recognize that they are holidays celebrated by many and feel good for them.

And, in the final analysis, isn’t that a common theme that the holidays of different cultures are supposed to represent?

Soon our family will be arriving here to eat another great turkey dinner prepared by the wife, exchange presents and later make some trips to visit my mother in a long-term care facility.

We will enjoy Christmas, despite governmental efforts to derail that. I hope you do, too.

Night Before Christmas In Bidenville

Blogger’s note: Today there’s no carol, just a fresh take on a classic Christmas poem.

‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through land,

people were living their hat in their hand.

Prices were rising and paychecks were shrinking.

And this meant the folks, they were taking to drinking.

The libs they were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of socialism danced in their heads.

And we on the right, we were gaining resolve,

Though Biden’s a problem, ’tis one we could solve.

The man has gone senile and lost all his senses,

Evidence includes him downing our fences.

Jabbing us often with the latest vaccine,

Was among Biden’s goals, with this most obscene.

If only he’d go back to sniffing girls’ hair,

Get out of the office and back to his lair.

Or brag of his exploits with much exaggeration,

Instead of more dabbling in vote exploitation.

The man’s lapdog media, it does fawn o’er his mumblings,

Leaving the sane alone with their grumblings.

This is the man who did claim to beat Trump,

But faith in that tale brands believers as chumps.

It ’tis much more like it, that the election was stolen,

Rules fell like tenpins when a good one is bowlin’.

And here now we’re facing a U.S. demise,

Due to fools and their misdeeds; commies and lies.

But hope springs eternal in the breasts of the faithful.

Anyone but Biden would prove to be helpful.

The man is a train wreck of Botox and facelifts.

His transplanted hair is both mismatched and misfit.

His handlers would brand him as Old Uncle Joe,

But only the brain dead would buy all that snow.

Biden, it’s clear, is no jolly, old elf.

But rather a loser quite fond of himself.

His ego is massive, his awareness quite tiny;

His wife is a shill, his VP quite whiny.

In just a few years, they all should be out,

Left to lament and do the Hillary pout.

‘Cause it just has to be that a nation like ours,

will fail to elect more fools, boors and liars.

And now we can dream of the day they all leave,

A time we will welcome and leftists bereave.

We will hear them exclaim as they flee Old D.C.,

Whoever replaced us must be better than we!

King Wenceslas Biden

Blogger’s note: The updated holiday songbook concludes today with a carol about Joe Biden. It borrows from Good King Wenceslas, even though Biden has little in common with the caring king of the original song.

HE’S NO WENCESLAS (To be sung to the tune of Good King Wenceslas)

Joe the clueless king looked out,

on a failing nation.

Rife it was with crime and fear,

and runaway inflation.

Joe took no blame for all the woes,

’twas his inclination.

Admitting fault not what Joe does,

not even with hesitation.

Am I still the president,

or just back in the Senate?

Do I read these lines aloud,

I’m puzzled if they meant it?

Can I make the people do,

anything I want to?

Why must I still follow rules,

when I just don’t want to?

It’s four o’clock and I grow tired,

I need my daily nappy.

Tuck me in and change me please,

That would make me happy.

Wake me up at 8 o’clock,

to watch the cables praise me.

CNN, MSNBC,

Not Fox ’cause they do craze me.

You stupid people just can’t get,

That I’m one standout ruler.

Not the one with 12 inches,

But a hip dude who’s much cooler.

Listen up and you will learn,

how to understand me.

Think of all the fools you know,

And I’ll fit right in there for thee.

I hear you people moaning much,

about your situation.

But don’t blame me I’m just the king,

Though well above your station.

Understand I feel your pain,

well actually I’m numb.

You little people who complain,

Should shut up while I suck my thumb.

The COVID Christmas Song

Blogger’s note: Christmas nears. Today we offer an update on The Christmas Song (Chestnuts Roasting On An Open Fire). If only Nat “King” Cole were still around to sing it.

THE COVID SONG (To be sung to the tune of The Christmas Song).

(Verse) Leftists coming down with COVID now,

Despite taking all their shots.

Instead of owning right up to the truth,

They now want to vax up all the youth.

Everyone should know that these vaccines they just don’t work,

Aren’t worth getting after all.

But they insist just get more and more,

And maybe then your masks can fall.

(Bridge) They know that Fauci’s on his way.

He’s loaded lots of jabs and bullets on his tray.

And if you doth protest you’re gonna find,

You’ve put your freedom right there on the line.

(Chorus) And so they warn you now to toe the line,

If you don’t want to pay the cost.

Take your shots and just shut up,

Or it will truly be your loss.

(Bridge II) Again, Fauci’s on his way,

You can’t move without first getting his OK.

He is power-drunk — a grumpy elf,

We’d like to put him away on the shelf.

(Chorus II) A day will come when all this grief,

Is put quite firmly in the past.

Until that the day the best you can do,

Is recognize Fauci’s an ass.

Jabbers And Grifters: Twin Spin Carols

Blogger’s note: In an homage to the era of Top-40 AM radio and 45-rpm records, we present a twin spin of traditional carols updated with the politics of our time.

WE WISH YOU A MERRY VAXMAS (To be sung to the tune of We Wish You A Merry Christmas).

(Verse 1) We wish you a merry vaxmas,

We wish you a merry vaxmas,

We wish you a merry vaxmas,

Many jabs in your rear.

(Refrain) Free needles we bring,

to you and your kin.

We wish you a merry vaxmas, and a jab in your rear.

(Verse 2) We won’t stop until you get some,

We won’t stop until you get some,

We won’t stop until you get some,

So give in, don’t fear.

(Refrain) Free needles we bring,

to you and your kin.

We wish you a merry vaxmas, and a jab in your rear.

(Verse 3) We all know our vaxes don’t work,

We all know our vaxes don’t work,

We all know our vaxes don’t work,

It’s right what you hear.

(Refrain) Free needles we bring,

to you and your kin.

We wish you a merry vaxmas, and a jab in your rear.

(Verse 4) But still do we want to jab you,

But still do we want to jab you,

But still do we want to jab you,

To keep you in fear.

(Refrain) Free needles we bring,

to you and your kin.

We wish you a merry vaxmas, and a jab in your rear.

LITTLE FLUFFER BOY (To be sung to the tune of Little Drummer Boy).

Yes, behold me

Pa rum pum pum pum.

I am Big Guy’s bag man

Pa rum pum pum pum.

I keep his hands so clean

Pa rum pum pum pum.

That he might be your king

Pa rum pum pum pum,

Rum pum pum pum,

Rum pum pum pum.

Here I come.

Pum, pum, pum, pum,

Pa rum, pum, pum.

Fudged vote totals,

Pa rum pum pum pum.

In bed with the Chinese,

Pa rum pum pum pum.

The finest grift we bring,

Pa rum pum pum pum.

The stench of it does cling,

Pa rum pum pum pum,

Rum pum pum pum,

Rum pum pum pum.

And we’re not done.

Pum, pum, pum, pum,

Pa rum, pum, pum.

We’re running quite a game

Pa rum pum pum pum.

Trading on family name

Pa rum pum pum pum.

And just for our own gain

Pa rum pum pum pum.

We do not share your pain

Pa rum pum pum pum,

Rum pum pum pum,

Rum pum pum pum.

We’re never done!

Praising Manchin: A Christmas Carol.

Blogger’s note: In the spirit of the holiday season, we continue this series of current events updates on past Christmas standards, both the songs and a poem or two.

ONE BRAVE KING (To be sung to the tune of We Three Kings).

Hi, my name is Joseph Manchin,

I’m the vote that does Biden in.

Just can’t let his bad bills get past me,

Or else this nation’s done. Ohhhhhhhh.

Let AOC and Bernie blame me,

Take to Twitter just to flame me.

In my heart I know that I’m right,

They can just kiss my coal . . . hole. Ohhhhhhhh.

Build back better it sounds like progress,

But instead ’twill make us regress.

Spending dollars that we must borrow,

Just to pay backers off. Ohhhhhhhhh.

So I just will keep voting no.

Saving all you people some dough.

No need to thank me, doing my duty.

‘Cause I’m the only one. Ohhhhhhhh.

I’m a Dem, but not a leftist,

From a state that’s at worst centrist.

It’s sad that Commies now rule my party,

But I will not join their lean. Ohhhhhhhh.

Say a prayer that some others get it,

Join with me to reset the Senate.

Then I won’t need to be a loner,

But if I must, I must. Ohhhhhhhh.

Joe and Liz and Bernie can get lost,

In a twist I stand as their boss.

Standing vigil in the holiday season,

So you can live your lives.

Viral Police Sing: Scare Them All For The Holiday

Blogger’s note: In the spirit of the holiday season, today we continue a series of current events updates on past Christmas standards, both the songs and a poem or two.

In this installment we pay homage to the government’s opportunism in seizing the holiday season to further their scare campaign.

TITLE: SCARE THEM ALL FOR THE HOLIDAY (To be sung to the tune of Rockin’ Around The Christmas Tree).

(First verse) Running away from the family,

On this Christmas holiday.

Letting them wait out in the snow,

While you check that they’re OK.

(Second verse) Sticking it to the family,

On this Christmas holiday.

Can’t take a chance while COVID reigns,

Though it takes so few away.

(Chorus) You should get a guilty shameful feeling when you start,

shoving swabs right up their nostrils,

acts that once were judged as hostile.

(Third verse) Dancing around the vaccine tree,

You all must get your jabs.

‘Cause if you don’t, you all will die,

and we’ll put it on your tabs.

(Fourth verse) Fauci and Zients spread their doom,

each a sad look on his face.

Best you should stay at home alone,

And just not go anyplace.

(Chorus) We’ll be sad when we can no longer scare you with our tales,

that run right in the face of science,

and take away your self-reliance.

(Fifth verse) Rockin’ around the propaganda tree,

Trying to scare you ’til you’re dead.

The virus won’t do that this we know,

So we plant fear in your head.

Smash And Grab, A Christmas Carol

Blogger’s note: In the spirit of the holiday season, today we begin a series of current events updates on past Christmas standards, both the songs and a poem or two.

SMASH AND GRAB (To be sung to the tune of Jingle Bells).

How the criminals,

are taking over life.

Buy yourself a gun,

that just might end the strife. Hey! Hey! Hey!

Passing some new laws,

that wouldn’t do the trick.

Unless our legal types,

would make the charges stick, OHHHHHHH.

(CHORUS) Smash and grab, smash and grab,

See the hoods all steal.

Rub your eyes all that you’d like,

The images are real. Hey!

Smash and grab, smash and grab,

Why aren’t they all in jail?

‘Cause if they were, the libs’d be sure,

to release them without fail.

(Second verse) It seems that hope is lost,

when thieves they face no threat.

It makes them oh so bold,

while you cower in your nest.

Too late there now are some,

who see that they have failed.

By choosing not to enforce the laws

and put the thugs in jail. Hey!

(Chorus) Smash and grab, smash and grab,

Sing our little song.

Raise your voices far and wide,

Let the libs know they are wrong. Hey!