Bunker Mulligan "Let us endeavor so to live that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry." ~Mark Twain

August 30, 2004

Confused?

Filed under: General Rants — Bunker @ 6:21 pm

I feel our federal government is pretty inept. But do we really want it to be THIS inept?

Good for a laugh.

August 29, 2004

Adios

Filed under: General Rants — Bunker @ 5:49 pm

Ojal

August 27, 2004

Children

Filed under: General Rants — Bunker @ 4:08 pm

I seem to be on a roll today talking about the youngsters. This is slightly different because it concerns a blog maintained by a gentleman (and I know, without doubt, he is one) who goes by the name Cerberus, the Guardian of Hades. The Guardian keeps living folks from entering Hades. That is an apt description of his job–he’s a cop.

He is also a Former Marine. Two ties to my boys.

My middle son, as I’ve mentioned, is an officer in a city of about 300,000 people. He loves his job. He doesn’t care much for the politics, which endanger him and all the citizens of the city. Cerberus often has the same feelings, and is on what the military calls Terminal Leave.

We often decry abuse by officers based on what we see in some video. It does happen. But more often than not, the cop is doing what he can to subdue someone who has absolutely no interest in being subdued. My son is quite adept at using submittal techniques, but has run into a few situations where brute force applied liberally is all that will suffice. I keep telling him I don’t want to see him on TV in some home video. He has plenty of scars after only two years of dealing with the dregs.

I worried less about my sons in a combat zone than I do about the cop. His attacker may be some little old lady who looks as innocent as his own grandmother, as Cerberus can attest. He has learned to not look into a suspect’s eyes, but has other keys to use in being aware. The little tricks which come from experience. Things Cerberus tried to teach his cops.

Here’s one hoisted to you. I feel a bond, and understand the decision.

Serious Bloggage

Filed under: General Rants — Bunker @ 12:15 pm

I can’t tell you how pleased I am that I joined the group of Homespun Bloggers. There is some real talent in the group. One whose name many of you will recognize is Arthru Chrenkoff. He provides the Blogsville Gazette with an excellent ‘How goes it–really?” section on Iraq and Afghanistan. Another example of great writing and analysis from our Far South Texas friends. (Or maybe I’m in Far North Australia; I can never remember.)

I continue to revise my links list, and this group is making it even more difficult. Even though I keep the rotation blogroll going directly underneath, I’ve included seven of these blogs in my regular daily reading list. I keep running across yet another one I need to keep up with. My favorites in addition to Arthur (so far) are Paulie and the Gang at The Commons, Charles, The Discerning Texan, New England Republican, Jeremy at pacetown, John at The Therapy Sessions, and Alex at Wandering Mind.

I know, it sounds like a shameless plug for friends.

So?

Sweetie-Pie-Girl

Filed under: General Rants — Bunker @ 6:52 am

My lovely daughter, Sweetie-Pie-Girl, lives in Los Angeles. She has been there for two years. After finishing junior college she decided to take a shot at the bright lights. Although she enjoys acting, and that’s where the big money is, she has always been more interested in the production of film and plays. So, as she works at Pier 1 to pay the rent, she does stints in film, television, and modeling.

This week she had a small part in Las Vegas, and has also worked on such classic shows as Boston Public. I suffered through an entire episode waiting to see her. After watching I mentioned which show it was, something about a kid who had the homeless of Boston believing he was Christ, and she said, “We do have drama on the show.” Along with good looks, she also inherited my sense of humor.

She also worked on an Entertainment Channel show for a while handling the audience. One of the hosts (obviously a blonde) spoke to the audience early in the show. After being told a large portion were Optimists, she said, “All of you are eye doctors?”

Sweetie-Pie-Girl laughs. A lot. I don’t know if she was professional enough to make it through that comment.

Today she begins work again on Make-over Mamas, one of the classics of DIY television. She is the Script Supervisor. I asked her if scripts were so unruly as to need extensive supervision, and she replied that they often fly around all over the place and get dirty. We then discussed the merits of having any kind of script for a “reality” show. Why are there so many? “They’re cheap to produce. No writing staff, no set, no actors.”

Austin has quite a film industry, as does Dallas. I keep asking when she’s coming back to Texas, and the answer is always, “Soon.” I won’t hold my breath.

August 23, 2004

The One on the Left is on the Right

Filed under: General Rants — Bunker @ 5:39 am

Janet Jackson apparently feels she’s no longer receiving enough publicity.

A song began rolling through my mind as I played golf yesterday. It is an old Johnny Cash song. Here are the lyrics.

There once was a musical troupe
A pickin’ singin’ folk group
They sang the mountain ballads
And the folk songs of our land
They were long on musical ability
Folks thought they would go far
But political incompatibility led to their downfall

Well, the one on the right was on the left
And the one in the middle was on the right
And the one on the left was in the middle
And the guy in the rear… was a Methodist

This musical aggregation toured the entire nation
Singing the traditional ballads
And the folk songs of our land
They performed with great virtuosity
And soon they were the rage
But political animosity prevailed upon the stage

Well, the one on the right was on the left
And the one in the middle was on the right
And the one on the left was in the middle
And the guy in the rear… burned his driver’s license

Well the curtain had ascended
A hush fell on the crowd
As thousands there were gathered to hear
The folk songs of our land
But they took their politics seriously
And that night at the concert hall
As the audience watched deliriously
They had a free-for-all

Well, the one on the right was on the bottom
And the one in the middle was on the top
And the one on the left got a broken arm
And the guy in the rear… said, “Oh dear”

Now this should be a lesson
If you plan to start a folk group
Don’t go mixin’ politics
with the folk songs of our land
Just work on harmony and diction
Play your banjo well
And if you have political convictions… keep them to yourself

Now, the one on the left works in a bank
And the one in the middle drives a truck
The one on the right’s an all-night deejay
And the guy in the rear… got drafted

Johnny Cash was no dummy… which tells you what I think about such people as Janet.

August 22, 2004

Parrot Sketch

Filed under: General Rants — Bunker @ 2:18 pm

If you are a Monty Python fan, you must read this:

Democrat:Never mind that, my lad. I wish to complain about this candidate what I elected not a month ago from this very organization.

DNC:Oh yes, the, uh, the cambodian liar…What’s,uh…What’s wrong with it?

Democrat:I’ll tell you what’s wrong with it, my lad. ‘E’s dead, that’s what’s wrong with it!

DNC:No, no, ‘e’s uh,…he’s resting.

The original is here for those of you wondering why everyone else is laughing.

Punctilious found it first. She shares my sense of humor.

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