Tuesday, February 20, 2018
Anyone who follows this blog knows I am very fond of Mrs. Cranky. Yes, I make fun of her but it is just teasing. The teasing usually comes back at me from testosterone lacking readers by way of comments which tend to side with my wife. Some readers even call me a jerk.
Readers also know I like to get away to my basement hideaway to watch TV, practice guitar and mess around on the internet. I believe Mrs. C also welcomes my time away from her. I am retired and she only works part time, without alone time our relationship might go stale.
“What are you talking about Cranky?”
Well for instance, we often finish each other’s sentences. We often have the same thought at the same time. We enjoy the same restaurants and TV shows. These are all good things, but sometimes this togetherness goes too far.
This morning, I was on the computer working on a comment to The Old AF Sarge’s blog. I paused for one second trying to think of just the right word.
“What word are you searching for.”
“What? I’m not searching for any word.”
“Yes you are, I can tell.”
“No, I’m just resting, thinking of nothing.”
“You are searching for a word.”
“I could help.”
“How would you express ‘progress’, but with a slightly negative connotation?”
“That works…now get out of my head!”
Marriage is great. Togetherness is wonderful. Having mutual interests is nice. Getting occasional alone time is important, but it is pretty difficult when one partner is able to get inside your head!
I gotta get to the basement.
Monday, February 19, 2018
A Mildly Unpleasant Cranky Sunday
Here in cranky townhouse land.
Sunday, we had no plans. Mrs. Cranky was taking an early afternoon nap, I was in my basement cave playing guitar and watching golf on TV.
Life was good.
Then, when I went upstairs for a snack, I heard a strange noise. It was the vacuum cleaner.
I chill ran up my spine.
I was usually the vacuumer, but why the sudden fear?
In a previous life when the vacuum cleaner came out if I was doing nothing, (enjoying oneself on my day off was considered “doing nothing” in a previous life) it meant trouble. The vacuum cleaning was the portent of things to come…bad things. Oh, there was nothing to stop the bad things, they were boiling and were going to bubble over no matter what.
There would be yelling and complaining and chores. Chores that served no major purpose other than to keep me busy. When the disease hit, relaxing on a day off made her angry. When the disease hit, I needed to be moving and busy. There was still yelling and complaining, and it was generally the same.
“How can you sit around doing nothing watching TV? You are so lazy and worthless; do I have to do everything myself?”
It didn’t matter that I worked 8 hours a day and commuted 3hours every day in packed trains with smelly disease breathing passengers all week, and once my son was in school she cleaned the breakfast dishes and then spent the afternoons with her friends smoking cigarettes and drinking wine. I was a lazy good for nothing because I watched TV on a Sunday.
I guess I could have told her to shut the F up, but it would not have worked. I knew that nothing short of domestic violence would have stopped the verbal assaults, so I jumped to and got busy doing something…anything and absorbed the verbal abuse until the disease let up.
On this Sunday when I heard the vacuum I instinctively felt the need to get up and do something.
“What’s up, why are you vacuuming, that’s my job, I’ll do it!”
“I don’t know, I just wanted to try out the new machine.”
“You’re not angry about something?”
“What? Why would I be angry? Go back downstairs and enjoy the golf.”
Sometimes I forget, it is a different wife and a different life.
I still had a twinge of guilt, so I did some laundry.
CRANKY OPINION RE-RUN
The following is the opinion of a cranky old man with limited knowledge on the topic opined. Opposing opinions are welcome but may be ignored. Mean spirited comments may be deleted, As always, no name calling and that means you, you big stupid head!
Cranky Old Man does not own a gun, has never owned a gun, and has never even fired a gun. Guns scare me. I don’t want to hunt; I have no interest in target shooting, and don’t believe I need a gun for protection. If I had a gun, the only time it would be fired it would likely be an unfortunate accident. I don’t like guns.
I do not object to hunting. Many people have a genetic urge to kill animals and fill their freezer with game. I have eaten venison…it is delicious when prepared correctly. I have no objection to people culling the deer herd by gun rather than culling it myself with the front bumper of my car.
Many people enjoy target shooting and or skeet shooting. I do not wish to deprive these people of their sport. I like to bowl. I would be upset if laws were passed that take away my bowling ball just because some nut killed people by dropping bowling balls off a highway overpass.
If I lived in a remote area where visitors were rare, I would own a gun. I would greet every car that came down my dusty country road with a smile, a wave, and a loaded shotgun.
Still, I believe we need stronger gun regulation in this country. Purchasing guns should not be easy. People should have a license to buy a gun. The gun buying license should require some psychological testing. At a minimum, people with crazy eyes should be disqualified (come on, you know what I mean!)
Do NOT sell guns to these people!
There should be a written test and a demonstration to prove the candidate is knowledgeable in gun use and gun safety.
The gun purchase license should be expensive, and should need to be renewed periodically.
Now the arguments against gun restriction:
Guns don’t kill people, people kill people.
Yes, but guns do make it easier and do increase productivity.
Only the criminals will have guns.
Well the criminals and the people that clear all the reasonable gun law restrictions. Oh yeah, and the police.
The second amendment protects us from Government abuse.
You got me there, that AK 47 will really come in real handy against
Listen; do we really need assault weapons to kill a deer? Do we need rapid fire heavy ammo to shoot at targets? Does anyone need an Uzi for protection?
It is true that most of the mass murders in our recent history were perpetrated with guns that were either legally obtained or stolen and gun regulations may not have stopped these crimes. However, all the stories have not been reported.
In April 2002, Cecil Plotnick went into a gun shop in Seattle with the intent of purchasing several handguns and then driving to the nearest mall and killing as many people as he could. When told he had to wait for a background check he changed his mind and bought a PlayStation 3 instead.
In June 2007, John "Bubba” Beady tried to buy a high-power rifle and several boxes of ammo at “Ralph’s Burgers and Guns” café in Lacy Arkansas. Ralph questioned him as to why he wanted so much ammo and Bubba responded, “To kill a whole bunch of people.” When Ralph told Bubba he did not sell ammo that was to be used to kill people, Bubba went bowling.
The stories of Cecil, Bubba and hundreds of other similar stories never made the evening news. Gun legislation that saves lives is not news. Bad shit that never happens is hard to demonstrate statistically.
If drunk driving was legal, wouldn't the roads be less safe? If pilots required no training would you be nervous about flying? If anyone could just hang up a shingle and call himself Doc, who would you go to when you were sick?
People do drive drunk. Idiots do fly and crash planes. Charlatans do imitate doctors. Does that mean we should not have laws and regulations? Laws and regulations limit bad shit. They do not eliminate bad shit but they do reduce and restrict it.
Stricter gun regulations will not eliminate random mass murders, but it will stop some…we just won’t know about them ...ah...cause they didn't happen.
The preceding was the opinion of a cranky old man and not necessarily that of management...Mrs. Cranky.