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If I Were A Paranoid Man

Marketing / Advertising

We’re all familiar with the situation:  you post something about a government conspiracy and the very next day you get a pop-up ad when you open a web page somewhere:

As I said in the title, if I were a paranoid man…

Not long ago I was running an errand which took me down the horrible I-35 south of Dallas.  It’s horrible not because of the road per se, but because to get to the I-35 south of Dallas from where I am, I have to somehow get around the Dallas downtown area, which as any local yokel will tell you, can be a terrifying experience.  (What tourists or newcomers feel when facing this situation I cannot even begin to fathom.)

Anyway, as any local yokel will tell you, South Dallas is a place to be avoided at all costs (think:  East L.A., South Side Chicago, Boston’s Combat Zone etc.).  Yet there I was, trundling along…

…and got a puncture which tore my right-hand rear tire to shreds.

Fortunately, it happened about 50 yards before an off-ramp, so I managed to get off the interstate and pull into a service station parking lot, there to await the arrival of roadside service.

Tangent:  I know how to change a tire, I’ve done it dozens of times before, but I’m decades older than I was the last time I did it, and as my insurance company provides the service for free… why the hell not?

However, I soon noticed that my environs were not the most salubrious, in that when I went into the little convenience store to get a Coke, the cashier was encased behind what looked like 12″-thick armored glass and stout steel bars.  The message was obvious, so I decided to forego the Coke and get back to my car ASAP.

I didn’t get back inside the car because that way I wouldn’t be able to get a 360° view of my surroundings, and more importantly, by standing next to the car I would have easy access to both my trusty 1911 and its backup, should that be necessary.

I waited for about an hour for the roadside service guy, and was only accosted by one scrote who needed a $5 gift “for gas to get to work”, a likely story as he looked like the last time he worked was during the elder Bush presidency.  Besides, I wasn’t going to get my wallet out only to be confronted by a knife.

Because if that happened, I’d have to shoot the asshole and then would come the cops, the call to my SCCA attorney, endless paperwork, confiscation of my 1911, forget about keeping my appointment… you get the picture:  all that hassle just because I might ventilate someone totally deserving of ventilation.

So I just pointed at my tire-less rim, and snarled that I had my own fucking problems and to leave me the fuck alone.

Which he did, fairly quickly and without any fuss.  Clearly, I didn’t look like a potential victim, for some reason.

Anyway, roadside service arrived and put on my “spare” (just a donut, 2,000-word rant omitted ).  Except that the donut was flat, despite the assurance from my last oil-change provider whom I’d asked to check on the thing (another 2,000-word rant omitted, but he just lost my business).  Fortunately, road service guy had one of those little quick-pump thingies which took care of the problem right there, so off I went, late for my appointment, but buoyed by the certain knowledge that afterwards, I’d have to stop by Discount Tires to get a replacement, oh joy, because there was no way the donut would get me the fifty-odd miles home, on said Dallas-area freeways where you get run off the road for daring to drive at only 70mph.

Anyway, I told you all that so I could tell you this.

Two days ago, I got an email which featured one of these:

It was the first such ad I’ve ever got in this manner, and if I were a paranoid man…

So the question is — because the coincidence seems a little too strong, even for me — how did these hucksters get my email addy?  From the insurance company, or the tire outlet?

Your guesses in Comments.

Afterword #1:  I actually already have one of the above in the trunk of the car, but I couldn’t remember when last I charged it up, which is why I relied on the roadside service guy to handle the problem.  I did recharge it when I got home.

Afterword #2:   I ended up getting four new tires, because apparently the 50,000-mile warranty didn’t cover tires that had passed the 100,000-mile mark some time back.  As the tire guy put it:  “You’re damn lucky you haven’t had at least two blowouts by now.” 
And the only way I was able to afford those four new tires was because of my Readers’ generosity during this, my Last Appeal (which still has a day or so to run, hint, hint ).

Thanks, And A Reminder

Good Stuff

Let me start off by sincerely thanking all of you who have already made contributions to The Last Appeal.  Your generosity is wonderful, and humbling.

As we are about halfway through the month allotted for this painful and embarrassing activity (for me, that is), allow me nevertheless to post this gentle reminder.  Details are in the link above.

  • Venmo: @Kim-dutoit-3
  • PayPal: kim@kimdutoit.com
  • Zelle:  kim@kimdutoit.com
  • Dead Tree:  (sooper-seekrit mailing address)
    6009 W. Parker Rd Ste 149-141, Plano TX 75093

The Last Appeal

Patronage

I know that everybody loves free ice cream, and certainly the past has proved that more than a few people enjoy the flavor of my ice cream to the point where they have made a financial contribution to the running of this place.  I cannot express my gratitude adequately for this generosity.

Nevertheless, the reality I face is that at some point, New Wife will have to retire from her job.  She is already well past the “official” age of retirement, and only her nigh-indispensable skill and dedication to her employer has enabled her to keep working there.  But that is going to end at some point in the near future, for the simple fact that she’s finding it harder and harder to cope.  I won’t go into details, but she is after all a cancer survivor, with all that that horrible condition entails.

This means that we would have to depend completely on my Social Security, which is not enough for us to keep going.  My family have all indicated that they are willing to support us as much as they are able, but there is a limit to that because none of them are that well off, and they have their own families to support as well.

I don’t have to tell anyone how difficult it is for senior citizens, even qualified ones like us, to get a job — any job — in today’s America.  But that’s what we face.  (When I’ve looked for work, incidentally, I’ve been greeted with incredulity by the dozen or so people I’ve spoken to so far — even though I’m physically fit not just for my age but for any prospective employee.)  And the ones that would accept me, for example as a carer for the elderly and infirm, don’t pay enough to make a difference to the situation, especially when the resultant reduction in my already-inadequate SocSec is taken into account, as it would.

I’m not the only one in this predicament, of course, but quite frankly I’m the only one I care about at this point.  Survival makes one selfish.

So I’m going to be exploring several avenues by which I can derive some kind of income from my writing — not the frenzied rants, hate speech and febrile diatribes which you all know and love, but actual writing of the intellectual / literary ilk.  The details are not yet finalized but are well in motion.

All this will, however, take some time to reach fruition, so I’m going to have one last fundraiser here over the next month,  because the funds are desperately needed, as always.

To start the ball rolling and to show my seriousness, I’m going to have a fire sale of almost all my guns, keeping only a couple for absolute self-defense needs.  (The hell with fun shooting;  even at the discounted range rate, that’s going to have to stop completely.)  If you’re interested, email me (kim@kimdutoit.com) for details.  (For obvious reasons, I’m not going to publish a list here.)  Even this treasure is going to go:


…in (of course) .45-70 Govt.

We are both proud people, New Wife and I, which makes it harder yet for me to do this.

But here we go.  Over the next month, please make whatever contribution you see fit via the usual conduits:

  • Venmo: @Kim-dutoit-3
  • PayPal: kim@kimdutoit.com
  • Zelle:  kim@kimdutoit.com
  • Dead Tree:  (sooper-seekrit mailing address)
    6009 W. Parker Rd Ste 149-141, Plano TX 75093

As I stated above, I’m hoping that this will be the very last time I’m going to be doing this, so please be as generous as you can afford to be.

And as always, many many thanks for all your support, both now and over the past couple decades.

P.S.  And please don’t read anything deeper or ominous in the above.  This website isn’t going to disappear, for starters.

BFD

Marketing / Advertising, Retailing

The above title does not stand for “Big Fucking Deal”, although given the average tenor of this website, you may be forgiven for thinking so.

In the grocery retailing business, BFD stands for “Best Food Day”;  that day of the week when grocery stores launch their weekly price discounts on selected items.

The actual day varies from chain to chain, or from one area to another.  Back when I was in the business, one chain’s BFD was on Thursdays, when they dropped their weekly flyer (called a “roto” because of the printing process);  their competitor’s might be on a Friday to capitalize on the weekend’s expected sales uptick, and yet another competitor — whose typical shopper might trend towards an elder demographic — might have their BFD the day after Social Security payments were made… and so on.

Nowadays, I think the BFD concept might have disappeared to a greater or lesser degree because of changes in shopping habits by customers, whether online, delivery, at-store pickup and Internet deals.

I’ve certainly noticed this at Kroger — where I do perhaps 90% of my shopping — because not only have they de-emphasized the roto (the price deals aren’t as aggressive as they once were), there also seems to be a large number of Internet-delivered promotions that you have to visit their website to activate.  And of course, there are the “loyalty card-only” deals which are their way of tracking customer shopping habits (I think;  I haven’t seen much in the way of targeted deals the way I used to deliver them — a topic for another time).

In case anyone’s interested about the other 10% of my grocery shopping, it’s split between Market Street (a Texas chain, owned by Albertson’s) and Wal-Mart, both only for very specific items (e.g. Market Street’s French baguettes and rolls, which are superb and rival the baguettes I tasted in Paris).

Side note:  when I still lived in Plano, I shopped a lot at Central Market (H.E.B.’s upscale outlet), but they saw fit to discontinue several of my favorite products which they carried exclusively — e.g. Old Forest Salami and Jambon de Paris  sliced ham — so there’s no need to go there anymore.  And in any event, their prices were stratospheric before, but since Bidenflation have become frankly unreachable to One Of Fixed Income Like Me.  Also, their South Plano store is now too far from my place to justify the long trip, so there ya go.

By the way, I see that eggs are now selling for $3.99/dozen at Kroger — by “eggs” I mean eggs that we peasants generally eat and not the boutique premium stuff hatched in coops run by virgins and laid by hens sprinkled with holy water.  Limit 2 packs per customer, but not enforced if you buy two packs, take your groceries out to the car and then go back into the store and buy another two, etc.  (Once again, I used to enforce limits by putting a stop on the loyalty card daily quantities.)  Although I cannot see who would need more than two dozen eggs per day unless you have four teenage sons and/or are running a commercial home bakery as a sideline.

I forgot where I was going with this post, but I assure you there was a point to all of it — I just can’t remember what it was.  If I do remember (doubtful), I’ll follow up some other time.

5 Fings Wot I Done

Guy Stuff, Housekeeping

In keeping with the Musk Activity Report, allow me to list the five things I did last week — almost all of which, I’ll agree, I do every week.  Bearing in mind that I’m actually retired and not therefore required to do anything, here they are:

1) Prepared and posted about 30-odd articles for this here blog.  Some require little preparation — such as the Caption Competitions, Sunday’s Classic Beauty and Random Totty categories, of which I typically do a month’s worth in advance.  Others such as the Comment Of The Day also require little preparation other than formatting, but I typically do those as I stumble on them.  The heavy hitters (e.g.  Gratuitous Gun Pics, political analysis and social commentary) take a lot longer because in many cases they concern subjects with which I’m not familiar and require that I delve into the topic at some depth.  Reports on daily news take very little time, but commentary thereon does involve at least a little contemplation if not ancillary research, as does the weekly News Roundup.  As I’m committed to publishing at least four posts per weekday and one each for Saturday and Sunday, you can see how this all adds up, timewise.  And I count this as only one thing I did last week, and pretty much every week.  No doubt some Gummint bureaucrat would spin those out into at least a dozen things — such is the nature of make-work Gummint activity — but for me, it’s one.

2) Reading and answering mail.  I get upwards of two dozen emails a day from Readers.  Some require a response, some are FYI.  Whatever, thank you for all of them — regular correspondents know who you are —  and I value every single email.  (I don’t get much if any hate mail, but that’s fine.  If I wanted that kind of thing, I’d get a Twitter/X account.)

3) Grocery shopping.  Because New Wife works a day job (more on this below), it falls on me to keep the household running, and typically this involves about three separate trips per week (because I prefer to eat fresh foods rather than canned or frozen).  Once again, this I count as one thing not three.

4) Meal preparation.  There are two such activities.  Firstly, each night I prepare a “brown-bag” lunch for New Wife’s consumption the following day.  It involves a fresh garden salad, some kind of meat and a dessert (pitted cherries and full-milk yogurt).  Secondly, because she works five days a week, I see no reason why she should come home exhausted and then have to prepare us a meal;  so at least three nights a week, I prepare dinner for us both.  Friday nights we’ll either share a frozen pizza or whatever.  We don’t do takeout unless we’re desperate.  Weekend meals are an ad hoc  kind of thing — cheese or chicken toasties — unless we decide to treat ourselves to a roast, beef or lamb) which I typically do while she does household stuff like laundry.  (In passing, I keep the apartment tidy, bed made and the kitchen spotless because I loathe the alternative with a passion).

5) Range trip.  I view this as part of my civic duty.  Choice of guns depends on my mood or “rotation” (“damn, I haven’t shot Gun X for a while, it’s time”).  5a)  Maintenance.  I also clean and oil my guns once a week — not just those I fired at the range, but also one or two others on a rotation basis.  (I’m not compulsive about this because I don’t have to be.  While I have the cleaning kit out, in other words…)

Those are the five things I do every week, which I consider cumulatively as my “job”.  I didn’t include the voluminous reading  (paper and Internet), because that’s recreation.  Ditto the many WhatsApp messages to friends and family.

6) Ad hoc jobs.  Last week, I also fixed the headliner on the Tiguan — after only 135,000 miles, the glue weakened and the liner started flopping down, don’t get me started on quality control nowadays.  I also re-glued the gearstick shroud in New Wife’s Sputum (which had worked loose after only 26,000 miles because Fiat), and took it in for an oil change.

In government-worker terms, that list would probably exhaust most of them and require some time off.

On the other hand, I can’t get fired.