Happy 40th to Karla!!

Submitted by Bill St. Clair on Fri, 02 Feb 2001 13:00:00 GMT
Today is my wife Karla's 40th birthday. Happy Birthday, Karla! May today be the beginning of your glorious new life (life begins at 40).

The following is a story I remembered last night and just had to write down for y'all to read. A nice clean copy, unalloyed with the politics of the day, is at http://billstclair.com/mouthofbabes.html. It's also here at End the War on Freedom.

From the Mouths of Babes
by Bill St. Clair

This is a true story. None of the names have been changed.

This story happenned shortly before we moved into our house, in the fall of 1991. The soon-to-be former tenants were still living there, Maria Cristina and Yaqin (Yah-keen) and their round-about two year old son, Elias John. The house was heated with a wood stove in the basement, so we had some split wood delivered to prepare for the coming winter. I went there one day to stack the newly delivered wood, and Elias John came out to help me. He could just barely pick up one split log, so I told him, "That's heavy". For a while after that day, whenever he saw me Elias John would say, "Bill. Heaaavy."

A little while later, we cut down some trees behind the house to make room for a septic field. When the house was built, the owners included a composting toilet with a big composting tank under the sink. Maria Cristina and Yaqin didn't use that. They used a chemical toilet that sat where the regular toilet sits now.

I went there one day to stack some of the newly cut wood. I found a nice wooden platform near the house and started stacking wood there. On about the third trip, I discovered that it wasn't a platform. It was some boards neatly laid over the hole where they dumped the chemical toilet. One of the boards broke, my foot went through, and thoobt, I was hip deep in muck. Something about the surprise of it caused me to find it incredibly funny. I laughed out loud for at least a minute. Elias John and Maria Cristina came out and saw me, right boot and pant leg turned a glistening brown, laughing uproariously.

For a while after that day, whenever he saw me Elias John would say, "Bill. Poopoo."

{@Alternative Uses for Coke} gives some creative ways to use the phosphoric acid in Coca-Cola. I copied it from grabbe's page. I wish he had an archive of his stories, so I could just point there. I couldn't find this one on the web, though I found a subset at Josh's Coca-Cola Webpage!! [grabbe]

Rabbi R. Mermelstein at Jews for the Preservation of Firearms Ownership - Second Amendment Supporters Denied Entry to Million Mom March Meeting: a rabbi and US Army Infantry veteran gives his account of attempting to attend a Million Mom March meeting at a Jewish Community Center. They were evicted by a security guard, and "then three LAPD officers arrived, including a sergeant." [jpfo]

The Million Moms doesn't give a tinker's damn for any viewpoint other than their own.

This is America. That's their prerogative.

Mel Young at Sierra Times - California Police-State Cover-Up: The ULTIMATE "Murder By Badge": No wonder Kalifornia is attempting to disarm its population. If this gets out, it'll be open season on police, and rightfully so. If this is true, every so-called officer involved should be executed, preferably by firing squad. This happenned almost three years ago, and noone has been willing to investigate it. Had the victim been black... [grabbe]

With West 118th Street closed off at both ends by dozens of police cars, and all shining high beams and spot lights pointed at the victim, he was ordered out of his car. He complied, hands in the air, and stepped to the middle of the street, facing the main contingent of officers to the East, toward Prairie Avenue. Officers then ordered Arnold to turn around and walk backwards toward them.

Arnold started to comply, turning to his right. At that point, someone cut loose; the first shot blowing half of Arnold's face off. Over the next twenty five to thirty seconds or so, THE POLICE FIRED OVER THREE HUNDRED ROUNDS AT ARNOLD. Some officers reloaded their weapons and fired again and again. An estimated 150 rounds that missed the victim traveled through the area, many striking Victor Meat Company trucks parked in their lot behind the plant. Others flew into a residential area with one round, known to have come from a police AR-15 assault rifle, penetrating the wall of a home and entering the bed of a 14 year old boy who was asleep at the time. He was not hit by the round.

Robert Lemos at ZDNet News - NSA attempting to design crack-proof computer: VMWare is working with the NSA to create secure virtual computers. This will obviate the need for the "air" gap that the NSA currently uses to isolate secure machines. VMWare's press release is here.

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