...in his recent deal with Castro to normalize diplomatic relation between the United States and Cuba.
Cuba gets hundreds of millions, maybe billions, of dollars of U.S. aid and what does the USA get in return - not even promises of true political reform that would end the tyranny that rules and oppresses the people of Cuba with an iron fist. If you are a liberal and believe, as many of you proclaimed when Obama made his infamous nuclear deal with Iran, that any deal is better than no deal, then you should read what an ultra liberal (my opinion of him) has to say about it.
"The idea is like a long-term investment. But the reality of the moment is that the president has normalized relations without obtaining a schedule for resumption of democratic freedoms, human rights and property rights for the Cuban people."
Go here to read the rest of the words of Juan Williams about Obama having made another bad deal.
I am willing to bet that the left is about to start calling Williams a traitor to their cause.
"But you, who votes socialist, are telling the world you’d rather take from people who do the hunting, for you cannot. You are, for all intents and purposes, a wimp. In days of yore, you would’ve been driven out of the tribe. You would have held the entire tribe back. Because you just didn’t feel like going out and hunting. You didn’t feel like gathering. Meh. It’s too hard, you would’ve said. It’s not fair that Thor has bigger muscles than you. It’s not fair that Liam runs faster. It’s not fair that Ulrich has a bigger spear. It’s just not fair."
Much more here, from a "real woman" about what makes a male (note I did not say a man) vote for a socialist like Bernie Sanders.
...and have not read the news in days nor blogged anything since Wednesday until today. That all thanks to being a bit more busy than usual with my working four days last week and training & qualifications for both LEOSA and my armed guard license most of Saturday morning and afternoon, then hitting Costco for my weekly shopping, all followed by a family diner on Saturday evening. Right after the dinner, which was one of those dinners you live to regret attending (most of it was fine until the check came) I left in sort of a huff after paying the bill. I hopped into the old Corolla and headed thatta way, which was no way in particular. As I drove along the always congested Cross Bronx Expressway (I 95), I decided to head to upstate NY.
I wound up on route 17 (I think they now call it I-86) and drove on the slow side while headed toward Windsor, NY a familiar stomping ground of many years for me. I stopped in a bare bones rest area, maybe 15 to 20 miles before the exit I used to get off for my uncle's farm, one without even marked parking spaces,. I stepped out to answer the call of Mother Nature, yawned in the process, and decided to hunker down for the night. It had to have been around 11PM or so. That has got to be the first time I can remember in years that I slept in my car. I shook, shivered and shook for some of the night, all I had for a blanket was a goose down coat. Damn it was cold for sleeping with the temps in the low twenties overnight. Every now and then I woke up shivering and turned on the car and then five or so minutes later turned on the heater to warm things up a bit. Surprisingly, it wasn't the most uncomfortable night's sleep. In fact, it was not too bad. Might have been better had I been drunk but alas the couple of beers I had at the beginning of the dinner had no effect by then.
Drove around yesterday, aimlessly hoping to find something to do - maybe a tag sale or auction or whatever. Wound stopping at a few places to maybe buy some ammo but with there super high prices all I picked up was a compact pistol cleaning kit, a jar of Hoppe's #9 and some patches. Somewhere along the way, I had remembered I forgot to clean my gun after the qualifications the day before. I stopped at the Cascade Valley Forest and did a did a field cleaning of the Glock 26. I had thought I was going to go for a hike there but decided against it since I didn't have any boots with me - all I had was a pir of running/hiking shoes that were not waterproof.
I wound up heading out after that toward Oquaga Creek State Park and stopped just shy of there. Regardless of not having the right shoes with me, I could no longer resist the urge to go for a hike and went for a short one in the Arctic-China State Forest adjacent to Oquaga Creek State Park. Had a short but decent hike for about an hour. Spotted some deer sign here and there and a few bear tracks in the mud along a trail. Saw a red squirrel but left it breathing. Yes, my socks got wet despite my best efforts to walk around soggy spots.
After that, I just headed home along a pretty scenic route. Stopped over in Walton, NY at a Subway and got myself a foot long meatball hero with lots of onions, pickles and jalapenos. That was exactly what I needed to remind me I needed to head home for my wife's cooking. Got home just in time to watch The Walking Dead and wolfed down about 3/4 a pound of corned beef and a couple of hunks of Irish soda bread while watching. She had waited until Sunday dinner to make corned beef, boiled potatoes and cabbage dinner. That was worth coming home sooner than later because by tonight there probably will be nothing left over. Pretty much passed out after that. I don't know if it's been because of work or something else but I have been pretty much exhausted by the end of each day over the last week or two.
Any which way, I imagine I owe you a bit more blogging this week than last, will try to get that done.
Okay, I have been remiss. I wound up unexpectedly working four days last week and was caught with my pants down - well, at least without enough Everyman's Evening Eyeful posts scheduled to fill the week. To make up for that - this special catch-up edition.
I think those ought to be enough to fill the gap!
As for future editions, I have them scheduled through and including Easter Sunday. Yes, there will be an edition of Everyman's Evening Eyeful on the evening of Easter Sunday, just maybe not what you expect.
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