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Tuesday, April 19, 2022

Let it be known...

 Let it be known that on this day I triggered a leftist.

(IM conversation at work re: mask mandate being ruled illegal)
Her: Trump-appointed judge in Florida. Meh.
Me: U.S. Constitution. Separation of Powers. Meh yourself.

It's amazing how many people that trumpeted (heh) judges overruling President Trump  are now losing their shit. 

Not surprising, just... amazing.

Thursday, November 28, 2019

Happy Thanksgiving!


Me, I'm off to work. Working tomorrow, too, but probably just half a day.

In the meantime, based on my inbox, it looks like Friday comes on Thursday this week, so I'll go ahead and post tomorrow's meme today.

(For anyone who doesn't get that,see last year's post "Darmok".)

Friday, December 23, 2016

Wednesday, September 2, 2015

Overheard In The Salt Mines

"Operations"

"I'd like to report a suspicious object."

"Please describe the nature and location of the object." {Thinking: "Rattrap or fire extinguisher?"}

"It's round and a pale yellow in color, and it's emitting a blinding light and some heat. It's located about 40 degrees above the horizon due east of the Salt Mines."

"..."

"Hello?"

"Sir, that's the sun."

"The sun? Is that what it looks like? I'd heard of it... Look, my  minions on the Public Level are complaining, can you get hold of Safety or Logistics or someone and get them some dark glass... Hello? Hello?

"Sorry guys, guess you'd better just squint."

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Irony alert!

OLYMPIA, Wash. —
About 150 people at Washington state's Employment Security Department have been notified that they'll be laid off in October...
I suppose their paperwork will be in order...

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

I Am So There

Hell is other people
Jean-Paul Sartre
Apparently in some circles the prejudice against plain-spoken people* is so strong that it is perfectly acceptable to ignore anything they say, and to tell them that it's their own fault for calling it like they see it.

Of course, when you ask the bigots how this is different from ridiculing or denigrating the opinions or experiences or observations of people based on their skin tone, say, or gender, etc. etc., they continue to not hear you.
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*Doesn't really matter if you replace "plain spoken" with "tactless" or "asshole."  If you're so offended by someone who habitually gives it "with the bark on",  that you automatically ignore anything they say, then you're a narrow-minded bigot.

Thursday, April 3, 2014

Ow!

Got to work feeling "meh".

Shortly afteward, my knee started hurting.

No, scratch that, my knee started HURTING!!!!

I left, came home, swallowed some ibuprofen

In the morning I may go see the doc LPN. 

I see that, according to WeatherSpark, the "glass" measured 29.98 inches of mercury about the time I woke up this morning, it was down to 29.96" about the time I got to work, and has fallen to, and since I got home been hovering around, 29.92".  And, yeah, it's been drizzling for the last couple of hours.  So I wouldn't be able to mow the lawn tomorrow even if I was up to it, and wanted to.

s*i*g*h


Monday, February 17, 2014

Solace

So, after all the posts I've done about vacations and traveling around, plus 20 years in the Army, it may seem odd for me to say that I travel poorly. That is, I don't particularly enjoy it, and often find it tedious at best.

That goes double when I'm traveling without Mrs. Drang. I'm hardly the first to note that commercial air travel is no fun these days; for me, security is the least of the annoyances. (Although delivering myself into the hands of government bureaucrats is never pleasant.) Since deregulation, air travel has gotten so cheap that the airlines have to make the seats narrower and closer together, cut out services, charge for things that ought to be free...

So the Salt Mines have sent me off for two weeks of training, to teach me how to do the job I've been doing for a dozen years, and, at least in some aspects, for going on 30 years. This time it's to the parent corporation's training facility, which is close to several famous vacation destinations.

I, however, have next to zero interest on going and seeing and doing without my Bearcat.

I'm so boring. Not really much of a bourbon man, either...
I do like their wheat whiskey and their port cask-finished whiskey, though.

Monday, June 17, 2013

Coinage

Exaltation of larks, murder of crows, clabber of cats... At work last week we decided that the proper word for a group of managers is a confusion.

This morning we realized that it also applies to a multitude of acronyms, especially when the idiots who run the Salt Mines -- AKA our own confusion of managers -- use the same letters in different order for two or more.

Saturday, April 6, 2013

If I had an office...

...or even a cubical, I'd have a poster made of this to hang on the wall:
NCIS: LOLCAT

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

QOTD, 03/19/13

"I gotta research what drugs I was on when I took this job, so I can make sure I never do that shit again!"

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Hurricane Sandy, and What I Saw There

As well as other, more general observations on operations.  As always, however, I will "blur" some details in the interest of OPSEC.
***
So, my employer maintains a roster of folks who have volunteered to travel in event of disaster or emergency, to support municipal, state, and/or national agencies with response and recovery.  I was contacted a couple of days before election day, a week or so after Hurricane Sandy, and asked if I was available.  I said yes, and later that week I found myself on my way east. 
***
First off, you may have noticed that Hurricane Sandy is now mostly referred to as Superstorm Sandy.  What the heck is a "superstorm", you ask?  Well, in this case, at least, it's a Category 1 hurricane which has been verbally downgraded, demoted, as it were, due to the fact that insurance deductibles go way up for a hurricane...
(Sorry, I lost the cite for that, but predictably it involved Charles Schumer...)
***
I personally never saw the degree of devastation we all saw after Katrina; that is, no vast swaths of complete destruction, acres of land with empty foundations being the only signs that buildings were ever there.  Katrina, of course, was a Category 3 hurricane when it hit land in Louisiana and along the Gulf coast, so the damage was from high winds as well as rain.  The damage from Hurricane Sandy was almost entirely from flooding, especially since it hit land at high tide during a full moon.

I was told that flood waters in many neighborhoods, as much as a mile inland, reached nine feet deep.  I did see a few houses off their foundations--I posted a photo of one such--but mostly, houses that were uninhabitable were rated so due to damage to the electrical and/or gas systems, or to mold.  Visible damage was pretty much limited to a high water mark at the 8- or 9-foot level.  Neighborhoods were full of cars that had been inspected by insurance inspectors--company, date/time, etc marked on windshield--but I only saw one that was not in the street where it belonged--it looked rather precarious, with it's front wheels balanced on the top bar of that backyard swingset...
***
Hey,  WHERE WAS FEMA!!?!

Well, for one thing, FEMA is not supposed to be on-site on Day One, nor is it supposed to be passing out food, water, blankets, etc.

FEMA mostly writes checks, and coordinates supporting response from external agencies, i.e., "They need food and water or construction and utility equipment here, so let's see who has it to send and how to get it there."

Especially when local and state elected or appointed officials are so foolish as to deny that there is, or is going to be, a disaster or emergency, ridicule the idea of evacuating, and/or refuse to allow the feds to do their thing--or turn away non-union workers, as happened in New York--it ain't necessarily FEMA's fault...

...but FEMA seems to take the flak, no matter who is at fault.

(Ironic, is it not, that His Imperial Majesty was talking like an expert on the Stafford Act but is a) ignorant about what it actually allows government to do, and b) allowed his bulldog mouth to write checks he could not possibly cash, and seems to have no interest in cashing anyway...?)

One thing I learned is that FEMA only has about 3500 full-time employees nation-wide, so responding to something like Sandy is going to take time.  There are another 7000-odd  members of the "FEMA Reserves" nation-wide, who take even longer to deploy.  (I am not actually sure whether my organization is considered part of the FEMA Reserves...)

Plus, FEMA has some sort of agreement with AmeriCorps under which the young people in that program get constituted as "FEMA Corps" for disaster and emergency response and recovery.  Not sure how many of them there are, but they were definitely "out there" wearing FEMA jackets and caps.
***
Back to FEMA:  Obviously, no one, especially in such a small agency, "does" disaster full time; there just aren't that many disasters.  Mostly, they write plans, standards, and classes, and conduct training.  Many of them are the administrative staff that any organization needs.

And writing plans, standards, and classes, not to mention shuffling papers to ensure people get paid, etc., does not necessarily prepare one to, say, lead a team of workers, not to mention to lead multiple teams working in, or out of, a Disaster Recovery Center...

...I saw two FEMA employees get "reassigned to other duties" when they proved unsuitable for their assigned tasks.  As a retired Army NCO, I am well aware that technical proficiency does not equate to management ability, nor is management the same thing as leadership; these people had simply been assigned duties they were not suited for, had not been prepared or trained for, and were completely out of their depths. Not their sole fault, and maybe not their fault at all.  Too bad FEMA hadn't thought this out...
***
My team spent most of our deployment walking the streets of various neighborhoods to inform the inhabitants of how to register for relief or benefits.  Most of the people we talked to--a fraction of the residents of the neighborhoods, most were not home when we were there, or did not want to talk to strangers--had registered.  In some cases, we could not figure out why were were sent to a particular neighborhood, because repairs were obviously under way or complete.  Some neighborhoods were bypassed, we were told because New York--city?  state?--did not want us going there.

One guy I was talking to gave me crap because my "household was not effected by Sandy."  I put my personal and professional lives on hold to come 3000 miles to help you, and you're going to give me grief for it?  Fine, suffer.

Another was yelling at me because my employer kept me on the payroll while I was there; not sure why he thought what I get paid is any of his business, but apparently, he was under the impression that I was getting a 6-figure salary from FEMA.
***
Apparently, many if not most New Yorkers are loathe to leave their neighborhoods; "their worlds are the two or three blocks around them", we were told.  So when the man on the street asked me where the nearest Disaster Response Center was, and I looked it up on the FEMA app on my Android phone and told him it was at something-or-other park, he was incredulous that I expected him to go two miles away!!!
***
There was a lot of sitting around while the FEMA people we were supporting tried to figure out what they wanted us to do, and where; evidently, they either got more volunteers than they expected, or got the qwrong skill sets.  Also,  with NYC traffic we had up to a two hour commute from where we were housed (Queens--or was it the Bronx?) to Staten Island or Coney Island; at one point we were redirected three or four times on the way to our assigned area.
***
Many of the FEMA Reserves and FEMA Corps people were housed on old troop ships at the Brooklyn Naval Yard; at one point, I was told, a message went out to FEMA employees who were housed in hotels telling which ones they were allowed to stay on, and which ones were strictly forbidden; OK, if you're working out of a Doubletree or whatever, then housing there makes sense. The messages regarding such accommodations should not be shared with people sleeping in a 1950's navy "coffin-rack" and sharing a shower with 200 others, though.  Another blow for high morale!!

(I understand that the bunks in the photo at that link would have been an improvement, BTW.)
***
So how can we fix the problems?  Well, I don't know that abolishing FEMA is the answer, but I'm pretty sure that devolving as much as possible to the state and local level is part of it.  The ironic thing is that FEMA's own doctrine and training emphasizes that "all disasters are local", that the primary responsibility for disaster and emergency response is at the local state level.  Adding Federal agencies just amps up the level of bureaucratic inefficiency to an unbearable level. As many survivors are discovering for themselves.

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References:


  • Roger’s Rules » Why Kafka Would Like FEMA
  • Angry New Yorkers say Obama pledge to cut red tape ignored by FEMA | Fox News
  • Michelle Malkin » Sandy victim Obama promised ‘immediate help’ to is still waiting
  • Michelle Malkin » NYT: Big storm requires big government
  • Which links to this New York Times OpEd: A Big Storm Requires Big Government, as if we needed the title to tell us it was statist dreck.  I leave spotting the moondust and unicorn falsehoods as an exercise for the reader.
  •  Or you could just read FEMA: Welfare Masquerading as Disaster Relief - Reason.com  (h/t Insty.)
  • In FEMA's Coils | The Weekly Standard
  • Monday, September 3, 2012

    Labor Day

    So I did. All weekend.

    Next weekend off, though, so I'll be in Reno for Gun Blogger Rendezvous VII, and have several days afterwards to recover.

     Presumably the Salt Mines will still be there when I get back.

    But I can dream.

    Monday, August 13, 2012

    Epipheny

    I figured it out today.

    The Salt Mines in which I labor are a hidden-camera reality show, directed by Franz Kafka, inspired by Albert Camus.

    Tuesday, March 13, 2012

    I believe you have my stapler...

    Five Leadership Mistakes Of The Galactic Empire - Forbes

    The potential for humor would seem abundant here, but the sad fact is, what pointy-haired boss is going to resist the urge to force-choke you if you point out that he or she is channeling Darth Vader?  It's pretty damned clear they're disturbed by my lack of faith...

    h/t Instapundit.

    Monday, January 16, 2012

    Snowpocalypse 2012, Cont'd

    it may have stopped snowing at Neue Schloss Drang about the time I left for work, the storm moving north a little slower than I, but it started up again shortly thereafter, or so I am told. 

    Compared to other places, of course, the less-than-half-a-foot we got everywhere in the Puget Sound region barely qualifies as a snowstorm at all.  I notice that, when folks in places that don't consider it winter until they've had two or three dustings like this snort, they never ask say, Los Angelenos or San Franciscans how they think they and their neighbors would react to what is, so far, a relatively minor winter storm even for Puget Sound. 

    Anyway.  Got out to the employee parking lot at the Salt Mines at midnight-ish, and there was very little snow on the hood of the Drangmobile, and a couple of inches on the roof.  I had to pry the driver's door open...

    ...and it wouldn't latch shut...

    I don't believe I blogged about this at the time, but a little over a year ago I had to have...  Y'know, I'll bet there's a lot of readers who, if I admit that the Drangmobile is a pre-Obamamobile Blazer, would be able to finish that sentence for me.

    Anyway, apparently Chevy uses cheese for door hinges.  Good, sturdy cheese, but the hinges are still crap, and eventually, you'll have to replace them.

    If you're not aware of the problem, and don't get it taken care of in time, you may have to have other work done, too.

    I did NOT get excited when the door wouldn't latch.  I just started the engine and cranked the defroster, peeled the windscreen cover off--leaving behind a thin skin of ice, but but was still easier to deal with than the full monty would have been--and then discovered that I couldn't get the passenger door open.  (The windscreen cover goes inside at both sides, attaches to inside of windscreen with suction cups.)  Well, that was easy, I opened the window and pulled.  That one came open, windscreen cover removed, door closed and latched...

    The latch on the driver's side door was frozen in the closed position, my Gerber Artifact sufficed to pry it open enough to close and latch the door.  Ice scraped from back window, note to self: Get rear defroster fixed.

    The parking lot could not be described as a skating rink because skating rinks are usually flat; no way a Zamboni has been anywhere near this place.  4 Hi out the gate, and on out to the main drag.  (I only use four wheel drive once or twice a year, but when I need it, it's worth the expense...)

    Surface arterials and freeway were wet but free of ice, despite the fact that Washington State Department of Transportation said that pretty much all road surface temperatures in the Puget Sound region were pretty much all below freezing.  (I checked before we released the crew.)  Side streets were slick.  Very little traffic, and no idiocy seen, I assume that no one who didn't have to hit the road did so.

    On the way home it started to snow again.

    Sunday, January 15, 2012

    Snowpocalypse Update; #OccupyFail

    Stopped snowing shortly before I left home; roads wet but clear.
    Caught up to the storm on the way in, seems to be slowly moving north.
    Ever since I started working Sunday afternoons, there has been a clutch of protesters at the main intersection; at first, they were what I called "Hugs for Hamas", as they seemed mostly interested in giving* Islamo-Fascistii whatever they want at the expense of Civilization, but lately they have been Occutarding as well.
    They can't seem to Occupy Snowmageddon, though, so that's one thing we have going for us.

    *Typo caused by using software keyboard on cell phone to compose post corrected...

    Thursday, September 8, 2011

    New Tone Of Civility, in action

    Federal injunction issued as Longshoremen storm Longview port | Local & Regional | Seattle News, Weather, Sports, Breaking News | KOMO News

    TACOMA, Wash. (AP) - A federal judge ordered union protesters to stop using illegal tactics Thursday as they battle for the right to work at a new grain terminal in Washington state.

    U.S. District Judge Ronald Leighton issued a preliminary injunction to restrict union activity, saying there was no defense for the aggressive tactics used in recent days. Protesters twice blocked the pathway of a train carrying grain to the terminal at the Port of Longview on Wednesday, and early Thursday morning hundreds of them stormed the facility, overwhelmed guards, dumped grain and broke windows, police said.

    The dispute halted work at four other Washington ports, including Seattle, on Thursday as hundreds of longshoremen refused to show up or walked off the job.

    Leighton said he felt like a paper tiger because the International Longshore and Warehouse Union clearly ignored a temporary restraining order he issued last week with similar limits. He said he now wants to hold a hearing to determine whether the union should be held in civil contempt.

    "The regard for the law is absent here," the judge said. "Somebody is going to be hurt seriously."

    Six guards were trapped for a couple of hours after at least 500 Longshoremen broke down gates about 4:30 a.m. and smashed windows in the guard shack, Longview Police Chief Jim Duscha said. He initially referred to the guards as "hostages," but later retracted that after the guards clarified no one had threatened them.
    In case you're weeping for the poor downtrodden, catch this:
    The union believes it has the right to work at the facility, but the company has hired a contractor that's staffing a workforce of laborers from another union, the Portland-based Operating Engineers Local 701.
    I guess when they're through burning down the port, they'll come for the Tea Party Terrorists. 

    Except, unlike the security guards, we're armed...