The USSR was gearing up for the May Day celebration and Chernobyl was all decorated, even a Farris wheel. Then Chernobyl nuke blew. Even though it was a miniscule event compared to the one in Japan, it’s a ghost town today. Has been a ghost town since April 27, 1986.
http://www.angelfire.com/extreme4/kiddofspeed/ghosttown.html
Lots of pages and photos of a 2008 visit:
Posted in Adventure
Tagged Chernobyl, culture, environment, ghost town, History, Human Behavior, kiddofspeed, May Day Celebration, miscellaneous, other, photographs, society, survival
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My friend Rich explained on the phone last night that this guy in the White House had his heart set on embarking on a new military adventure. Wants to bomb the bejesus out of Syria, of all places. Sounds as though he wants to take a page out of the Bush book and use the second-cousin of WMD to justify it.
But at least the Brits have some questions in their minds left over from the last time they believed a lying US president and got themselves into a stewpot. Plus, no doubt the ‘What’s in if for me?‘ part of the equation didn’t work out.
Evidently Israel, who probably provided the chemical weapons to the party who used them, and the French are just about the only people in the world with any enthusiasm forselective humanitarianism.
The Chinese say, “Hey, let’s have a closer look at all this crap and find out whether anyone’s telling the truth about any part of it before we jump in chasing imaginary WMDs.” Likely the Chinese are well aware of the propensity of US presidents for stretching the truth and trotting off into military interventions, false flag terrorism, and just lying for the sake of lying. And no doubt they’ve got a fair idea who is hiding next door blowing into the coals of “Let’s you and him fight.” Probably figuring they might be able to come out of it with a few inadvertent more miles of territory belonging to someone else.
Sheeze. Sounds as though for once a presidential war might be avoided, and that the Brits might be a crucial part of the reason.
Wonders never cease. Maybe if everyone but the French can keep their testosteronies under control, and if the Israeli Security people can’t find an Archduke Ferdinand to off, WWI can be prevented this time around.
Old Jules
Tags: Syria, Israel, presidential war, US government, britain, france, WMD, Bush, false flag, chemical weapons, humanitarian
Posted in 2013, America, Government, History, Politics, US Army
Tagged China, Chinese, Events, French, Great Britain, Human Behavior, military, miscellaneous, musings, politics, society, Syria, thoughts
An open letter to President Wossname, the guy in the White House
Backward South American countries gave right-wing death squads a bad name during the last half of the 20th Century. Naturally nobody wanted to be identified with anything backward Mexicans in Chile or Argentina did, so for a while the United States People In Power tried to find lower profile alternatives to accomplish the same goals.
But the truth is that throwing the baby out with the bathwater just narrows the options more than is required.
Henry Ford, the US mining industry, the US lumber industry, and during the Vietnam War, the US government all used right-wing death squads for the greater good of all. The industries would have had a lot more difficulties busting the unions if it hadn’t been for right-wing death squads. The US government couldn’t have killed off all the Black Panthers without them. The Vietnam War protests would have gone on and on ad infinitum if the Ohio National Guard’s right-wing death squad hadn’t opened up on those students at Ohio State and showed them what-for.
Bill Clinton and Janet Reno ran up a trial balloon at Waco, then again at Ruby Ridge in an attempt to restore the usefulness of right-wing death squads, clean up the image. But for reasons not fully understood, the practice was then dropped.
Hopefully this guy in there now will examine the benefits the US has reaped in the past through the use of right-wing death squads and see it’s time to bring it back for the greater good of all.
Right wing death squads aren’t a solution to every problem, as Bill and Hillary Clinton and Janet Reno demonstrated. But that only means they didn’t use the right tool for the right job.
Right-wing death squads worked admirably for Henry Ford and the mining and lumber industries. They worked great in South America, despite the bad press. And history proves they can work well again in the United States if properly applied.
Yours truly,
Old Jules
Posted in Adventure
Tagged Argentina, Bill Clinton, Black Panthers, Chile, death squads, Events, Henry Ford, History, Human Behavior, humor, Janet Reno, Kent State, Mexicans, miscellaneous, musings, other, politics, random, society, South America, thoughts, United States, Vietnam War
Human brain Fido
Inside his chainlink fence
Joins full moon sky concert
With Rufus and Poochie
Down the block
On their chains;
Cock their ears
And wonder, wonder
Why the faint coyote calls
Why a whiff of rotten elk meat
In the garbage
Drives them wild
Old Jules
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Back before 9/11 the airline flights over the US almost always had a few terrorists aboard. You’d see them hanging around DFW or Atlanta, or LAX wandering around the boarding areas looking hopefully at the other passengers. A couple of typical Turks, or Iranians, or Arabs, or Israelis, or Northern Irishmen. Just wandering around watching people in hopes some of their fellow passengers would be worth killing, or even getting themselves into trouble, wasting a bomb on.
Aside from an occasional hijacking they mostly never did anything. Fact was, the people sharing their flights were just a bunch of bureaucrats, bleating women, corporate zombies, and people going somewhere to meet people of the opposite sex they’d become acquainted with on the Internet. Just typical Americans. Worthless as hell, and certainly not worth the life of a highly trained terrorist.
But when 9/11 came along it made all those non-terrorist passengers feel a lot better about themselves. Nothing changed with the terrorists, but the typical Americans were generally elevated by the whole thing. Suddenly it seemed to them that someone thought they were worth killing.
Turned out it was such an uplifting experience for them the government decided they liked having all the spinoff benefits …. trotted out a lot of airport security, Homeland Security, 87 new layers of cops and surveillance, and legions of new guys wearing berets carrying machine guns to go off places terrorists came from and blow away anyone who might think Americans were worth killing.
Worked out fairly well, all in all. Win-win-win. Only downside is that so many of the Americans who use to be not be worth killing decided it might be better not to get on airplanes if they could avoid it. Those people over there where terrorists come from might begin to be pissed off, eventually. Might start killing some people who aren’t over in those countries they come from and aren’t just wearing berets, battle dress uniforms, and dropping grenades into the market places full of women and kids.
Going back to not being worth killing might be nice. But you can’t get there from here, I reckons.
Old Jules
Posted in 2013, America, Current Issues, Government, Human Behavior, Military, Police, Politics, US Army
Tagged culture, Events, government, History, Human Behavior, humor, Life, lifestyle, politics, psychology, society, sociology, terrorism, terrorists
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Fairly weird. I was websearching for Mike Czosnek, a guy I used to do some Lost Adams Diggings searching with, and came across something that rocked me back on my heels.
New Mexico Floodplain Managers Association http://www.nmfma.org/content.aspx?page_id=0&club_id=920799
An egg I laid, nurtured, hatched, and promptly forgot as soon as my career ended in 1999.
When I assumed the job of State Floodplain Manager for the State of New Mexico in 1992 the state had a law on the books to allow localities to adopt ordinances regulating building in designated floodplain areas, and for the residents of those to buy federally sponsored flood insurance to cover their damages when the creek did what it would inevitably do.
Someone had screwed up when the law was passed and left in language that could be construed [by me] requiring that the locally designated floodplain managers be trained and registered or licensed by the State Floodplain Manager or Administrator. All that happened 15 years before my arrival, and had lain dormant and unnoticed. Nobody in New Mexico had a clue what they’d agreed to, what they were supposed to be doing.
The reason I was hired for the job was that FEMA was losing patience. I was mandated by my grant to audit the local programs, report to FEMA what they weren’t doing according to their federal agreement, and hassle them to death until they did it.
Lousy, lousy, lousy job I had for a while travelling around the state being ignored and tolerated barely. Then I happened to study the statute and came up with the idea. Started hassling the hell out of local governments about not having registered or licensed [by me] floodplain managers whom I could lay some heavy crap on if they didn’t do their jobs.
“How do they become licensed?”
“They have to go through training. Take a test. I do the training at the [non-existent Floodplain Managers Association meetings. Your people will have to join.”
The cage took a lot of rattling, but 1993, 1994, I put together an organizational meeting in Las Vegas, New Mexico. Almost every participating community in New Mexico was represented. Did some rudimentary training, had them adopt a constitution and by-laws, create officers [of which I refused to be one].
NM Floodplain Managers Association made my life a lot easier, reduced the amount of heckling and hassling I had to take from FEMA. And became my primary training tool for the local communities. Gradually got them training one another.
And my old buddy Mike Czosnek is still out there, treasurer of the damned thing. Might have to stop in and see him when I get out that way.
Old Jules
Posted in 1990's, America, Emergency Preparedness, Government, New Mexico, NM
Tagged culture, Education, FEMA, floodplain management, government, History, Human Behavior, Life, New Mexico, NM floodplain managers, philosophy, politics, psychology, society, sociology
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I’ve noticed a few scattered concerns on the WEB by people who think the 21st Century militarization of civilian police forces is a bad thing. Seems to me those complainers aren’t looking at the bigger picture.
Time was when a person with a mean streak, or just a desire to kill someone didn’t have many options. He could sneak around and do it and maybe get by with it a while, or he could get drunk and do it, and go to the slammer. Or he could unhealthily suppress it and go around frustrated and unhappy.
But nowadays there are plenty of outlets for a person with those needs. Sure, he might spend years becoming a SEAL, a Marine Sniper, or a Green Beret. But those are really too large and too institutionalized for the local badass who just wants to blow the face off someone without being criticized for doing it. Municipal, County, or State Police SWAT teams offer a lot easier outlet. Plus, they’re clubs where all the members have the same goals and can be depended upon to protect one another by keeping their mouths shut if it’s needed.
For instance, there used to be a cop in Socorro, New Mexico, who was involved in a couple of extremely questionable shootings. Residents and city officials had all witnessed, or heard about his blusterings, his posturings, his suspected desire to use that firearm as frequently as possible. After the second shooting incident he was quietly encouraged to find greener pastures elsewhere.
So he applied for, and was accepted to the Albuquerque Police. Trained for the SWAT team. Wasn’t long before he got to put a bullet into a suspect and got a lot of praise for doing it. Short while later they were raiding a drug house and an 80 year old neighbor saw what was going on, thought it was a gang. Ran out of his house with a flashlight, yelling, and the Ex-Socorro cop stopped him in his tracks. Turned out the raid was conducted at the wrong address, but the 80 year old was found ex post facto to should have minded his own business.
A year or two later someone was holding a baby over a freeway overpass threatening to drop it into the traffic below. Ex-Socorro cop plugged him so’s the baby only dropped on the overpass. Hero again.
I heard over the years he got to kill a number of other people who got downrange of the Albuquerque SWAT team, as well. Managed to make what would otherwise probably just been a lifetime spent in prison, or sneaking around murdering people, into a healthy, productive life.
People who criticize militarized police forces aren’t considering the needs of the SWAT teamers and the healthy way they’ve dovetailed themselves into the greater good of society.
Old Jules
Posted in 2000's, America, Government, Human Behavior, New Mexico, NM, Police
Tagged culture, Events, Human Behavior, humor, law and order, Law Enforcement, Life, lifestyle, New Mexico, Police, psychology, society, sociology, SWAT teams, tactical squads
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The last post about creeping cowardice was going to have some of this as a part of it, but became too lengthy so I saved it with the thought I’ve got a while to live yet and might still work it in somewhere.
I believe one of the ways a person might attain valid perspectives about himself and his life events is through hindsight. Might be the only way. If a person can look back and seriously say to himself, “I should have done it,” probably he should have done it.
I can’t say that about those two mine shafts because I know even now I’d have done them if I could, and I recognize for whatever reason, I couldn’t. No ‘should have done it’ hidden in there.
But around 2002, 2003, there’s a should have done it I still occasionally experience a flash of regret about. Just until my insistence about not to regret anything in my life kicks in to trump it.
There’s an airstrip, or was an airstrip parallel to the old highway running between Belen, Los Lunas, and Isleta Pueblo I used to always swing into when I was in the area. A number of old airplanes to walk around and look at, wonder about, kick the tires of. The airstrip was gradually becoming inactive.
But at one end there was an old Cessna 140 tied down. I’d always go over and walk around, check it out. Sometimes sit inside it. Watch the tires gradually lose their air and grass get taller around it.
I asked the guys running a motorcycle shop that used to be an airplane related business about it. The 140 belonged to a man who lived in the neighborhood adjacent to the air park. He’d been experiencing advancing dementia … quit flying the plane a couple of years back. One of them heard he was in a nursing home, and that his wife had died. The house and plane were in an ambiguous ownership state as a result of complicated family matters.
When I heard that I began to realize that old plane needed to be taken around the patch a few times before it rotted to the ground. Or before it found its way into Trade-A-Plane and got sold to someone in Alabama to fly off or be hauled off.
I did a lot of planning about that plane. The battery was going to be dead, and maybe the fuel would have gone bad, but probably not. Avgas tends to last a long time in a tied down airplane. But there’s probably water condensed inside the tank if it wasn’t left full. Water under the gas that would be drained off before the engine started.
I borrowed an air bottle and brought the tire pressure up on one of the trips, checked the oil, got inside and tested the controls. Everything hunky dory. Just needed to draw the water off the fuel tanks. Fuel guages showed one full, one 3/4 tank. The 3/4 tank would be the one most likely to have water in the fuel tank.
I never made a conscious decision not to take that old bird around the patch, do a few touch and goes. My bud in Belen, Deano, died and other matters kept me from going into that area without a special trip. I suppose it just slipped my mind.
Which didn’t keep it from creeping back into my consciousness for years afterward, including now. I can tell you today, I should have done it. The way I know I should have is that I can’t think of a single reason why I shouldn’t have.
I’d be remembering that as my last pilot in command this lifetime, if I’d done it. And instead of a sense of loss when it sneaks into my head, I’d be remembering those touch and goes in a Cessna 140.
Old Jules
Posted in 2000's, Adventure, New Mexico, NM, Senior Citizens, Transportation
Tagged airplanes, aviation, Cessna 140, culture, History, Human Behavior, humor, Life, lifestyle, musings, New Mexico, personal, philosophy, senior citizens, society, sociology
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I was talking to an old guy in town the other day about how lucky the US is to have good, strong allies in this dangerous world.
Him: Not many countries have been that lucky. A lot of them hardly have any allies at all.
Me: Good point. Korea’s a good example. If we didn’t have Korea for an ally there’s no telling what would have happened to Japan. North Korea always threatening to nuke Japan, and all.
Him: That’s right. We have to keep a lot of troops over there to keep the North Koreans from invading our ally, South Korea, and nuking Japan. Old Dugout Doug MacArthur had it right when he said, “Korea’s a dagger pointed at the heart of Japan.”
Me: Yeah. Costs a lot, but it’s worth it to protect a good ally. Too bad Japan and Korea don’t have more friends and allies, though. They’re rich as hell and if some other country could help protect them we could bring some of our troops home.
Him: No way we can do that though. We’d no sooner pull our troops out than someone would be going after Japan.
Me: Well, I suppose it might not be so tempting before too long. A nuke from North Korea won’t add much to what’s already there the way things are going. And invading a country wouldn’t be much fun if the invading troops have to wear radiation suits to keep from being poisoned by radiation.
Him: They are good allies though. Korea and Japan, both. I’d hate to see us have to get by without having them for allies. They’ve done a lot for us. Korea and Japan both.
Me: I’m glad too. It’s a scary world out there. Without good allies like Korea and Japan things would be a lot scarier. But we’re lucky we don’t have more. I don’t think we could afford it.
Old Jules
Tagged allies, culture, Defense, economy, History, Human Behavior, Japan, Korea, military, national defense, politics, psychology, society, sociology
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This pre-dawn Old Sol laid it on fairly thickly.
Old Sol: With this procedure I’ll be going through I need some quiet time. I don’t need any unexpected emotional upheavals nor any drama to add to the stress. I’m depending on my Chosen People to keep things settled down. You don’t have anything in the works to rattle things do you?
Me: I don’t think so. The Japanese seem to have the Pacific Ocean fairly well taken care of so you won’t have to concern yourself with it much longer. I suppose Israel might nuke someone and get itself wiped off the map, but that shouldn’t come as a surprise. They’ve been working on that fifty years.
Old Sol: I swear! Things were calm in the Middle East for almost a thousand years. Then you people and the British had to play God. Moved those people back there and I haven’t heard about anything but trouble there for half a century.
Me: Just trying to do what was right.
Old Sol: What was right? If I wanted those people living there making trouble I’d never have allowed the Romans to run them off. If you wanted to give them a homeland why there, where they were sure to make trouble? Why not Puerto Rico? You OWNED that. Water on all sides. Nobody to piss off except the people already there.
Me: They didn’t want Puerto Rico. They thought you wanted them where they used to be.
Old Sol: Why would they think that? I haven’t even hinted they’re Chosen People since a long time before the Romans ran them out. If they want to be Chosen People they need to be in the US or a US territory. Give them Puerto Rico. They’ll be part of the Chosen People again. Part of the United States. And the only borders they can violate will be salt water. End of problem.
Me: But what about the Puerto Ricans? They think they already own the place.
Old Sol: Send them to Texas. Put them to work in all those new oil fields I just gave you. No trouble. Those Zionists will have a homeland and get to be part of the Chosen People again, and the Puerto Ricans will have jobs. Besides, I always intended Texas to be mostly for Mexicans. Puerto Ricans are mostly Mexicans.
Me: I’ll pass this on, but nobody’s going to like it.
Old Jules
Posted in 2013, America, Astronomy, Current Issues, History
Tagged chosen people, culture, Education, History, Human Behavior, humor, Israel, Life, lifestyle, politics, society, sociology, Spirituality
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