Month: July 2020

Welcome Back To The Working Classes

Education, Friends and Family

I’m happy to announce that New Wife, having passed all the stupid bureaucratic bullshit  federal requirements that enable her to work, has recently starting doing so at one of the local (and very new) private schools here in Plano.  She’s not teaching, however — “twenty years of that is enough” — and instead is doing the admin stuff as the school starts to open.

After running a boarding house at her alma mater  high school for eight years before I dragged her kicking and screaming across the Atlantic to marry me, she’s well qualified.  (Think:  no-nonsense attitude, kinda like mine.)

Details to follow, but please join me in wishing her well.

Solitude

The Gun Thing, Travels

C.W. posted this pic yesterday:

See that rocky thing behind the house?  To me, that says “backstop” and if you put a shooting table on that deck so that you’re shooting past the corner of the house, and mounted a few hanging steel targets among the bushes, there’s all sorts of plinking fun to be had.

On the other hand, because the place is in Norway, there are no doubt over a hundred little laws and regulations to prevent such activities.

Dept Of Righteous Shootings

Righteous Shootings

They grow up so quickly these days:

Police responded to an alleged home intrusion in Biloxi, Mississippi, to discover a forced entry suspect deceased in the yard following a confrontation with the homeowner.
The Biloxi Police Department reported the incident occurred “in the 2400 block of Old Bay Road” and the suspect “was breaking into the residence when confronted by the homeowner.”
WLOX reports the deceased suspect was 15 years old.

Stats show that burglars are understandably nervous when committing their first crime, and if disturbed or caught in the act are most likely just to run away.  As they continue to commit their crimes, their boldness grows and grows, and eventually they come to regard other people’s property as their own — and are likely to turn violent if apprehended or challenged by the homeowner.

So if a 15-year-old gets confrontational when challenged on his thievery, you can probably make a safe bet that it’s not his first such crime.  In which case, of course, it’s a job well done when he’s ushered off to the cemetery.