Before he was a Saint,

His name was Patrick. (Saint Patrick)

This was of course, several hundred’s of years ago. Way back before WiFi, connectivity and even before wet blankets over smoldering fires. Norwegian’s call such a time reference as this, “Once Upon a Time…”.

Patrick an administrator of a single party party political system, was already having a difficult problem finding food for his under-fed people, the Irish.

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Seems a great migration of Norwegian’s had moved in (illegal immigrants) seeking the warmer climate of Ireland. These northern invader’s thrived as social creatures when no longer confined to a warm fire and the confines of a cabin. Ireland was dwarfed by the great numbers of these sun-loving, thrill seeking, ox ear head dressed and property values tanked. Food was also in short supply. Demand was rising for Political and consumer based solution.

These new inhabitants, (Norwegians) had made all of the local Pub’s, change into bar room fight scenes, as the Norwegian’s fought and then ate them out of business. These Norse invaders drank all of the milk, ale, cheese and potable water to be found on this green isle.  Their appetites were enormous and shortages in all the items of daily Irish consumption began to appear.

By this time, the Norwegians had eaten nearly everything caught from the sea.

The Irish were reduced to a diet of potatoes.

Patrick, retaliated.

At a special council. Patrick convened an organization known as, The IRA. A special committee, RIPNI. (Rid Ireland of the Pesky Norwegian Invaders) was given powers and the mission solve all of Ireland’s woes.

The RIPNI began sabotaging all of the power plants where the Norwegians refrigerated their food. Their thinking was, “Turning off the refrigeration would spoil the fish and force the Norwegians to return to a colder climate where the fish would not spoil.” 

The fish spoiled, tis true. But everyone knows Norwegians thrive on spoiled fish.

Faced with failure, the RIPNI snuck into the spoiled fish warehouses and sprinkled the smelly spoiled fish with “lye”. Certain that such treatment would poison the Norwegians.

As if by magic, the Norwegians survived this concoction and actually dubbed this recipe. “Lutefisk”.

Matters worsened as the Norsemen began taking over the remnants of a potato crop with the production of. “Lefse”.

Patrick, vexed and distraught, on March 17th finally, blew his top and told the Norwegians to go to Hell, and it worked.

All the Norwegians left and moved to Minnesota.

Patrick, a catholic, was made a Saint, by the Pope.

Patrick became, Saint Patrick.

Of course HE tells a different story.

 

Before he was a Saint,

His name was Patrick.

This was of course several hundred’s of years ago. Way back before WiFi, connectivity and even before wet blankets over smoldering fires. Norwegian’s call such a time reference as this, “Once Upon a Time…”.

Patrick an administrator of a single party party political system, was already having a difficult problem finding food for his under-fed people, the Irish.

IMG_0007.JPG

Seems a great migration of Norwegian’s had moved in (illegal immigrants) seeking the warmer climate of Ireland. These northern invader’s thrived as social creatures when no longer confined to a warm fire and the confines of a cabin. Ireland was dwarfed by the great numbers of these sun-loving, thrill seeking, ox ear head dressed and property values tanked. Food was also in short supply. Demand was rising for Political and consumer based solution.

These new inhabitants, (Norwegians) had made all of the local Pub’s, change into bar room fight scenes, as the Norwegian’s fought and then ate them out of business. These Norse invaders drank all of the milk, ale, cheese and potable water to be found on this green isle.  Their appetites were enormous and shortages in all the items of daily Irish consumption began to appear.

By this time, the Norwegians had eaten nearly everything caught from the sea.

The Irish were reduced to a diet of potatoes.

Patrick, retaliated.

At a special council. Patrick convened an organization known as, The IRA. A special committee, RIPNI. (Rid Ireland of the Pesky Norwegian Invaders) was given powers and the mission solve all of Ireland’s woes.

The RIPNI began sabotaging all of the power plants where the Norwegians refrigerated their food. Their thinking was, “Turning off the refrigeration would spoil the fish and force the Norwegians to return to a colder climate where the fish would not spoil.” 

The fish spoiled, tis true. But everyone knows Norwegians thrive on spoiled fish.

Faced with failure, the RIPNI snuck into the spoiled fish warehouses and sprinkled the smelly spoiled fish with “lye”. Certain that such treatment would poison the Norwegians.

As if by magic, the Norwegians survived this concoction and actually dubbed this recipe. “Lutefisk”.

Matters worsened as the Norsemen began taking over the remnants of a potato crop with the production of. “Lefse”.

Patrick, vexed and distraught, on March 17th finally, blew his top and told the Norwegians to go to Hell, and it worked.

All the Norwegians left and moved to Minnesota.

Patrick, a catholic, was made a Saint, by the Pope.

Patrick became, Saint Patrick.

Of course HE tells a different story.

 

 

 

 

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Iran – A village’s entire male population executed – Oximity

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Iran – A village’s entire male population executed

IRT – The entire male population of a village in Iran has been executed, news agencies report. The executions have been carried out for alleged involvement in drug trafficking, according to a source inside Iranian cabinet.

According to Euronews Shahindokht Molaverdi, a vice-president of Iran responsible for Women and Family Affairs, said in an interview to the Mehr news agency that she fears violence could worsen in the unnamed village in the Sistan and Baluchistan province.

The agency quoted the vice-president “The children of the executed criminals are also already drug traffickers. They want to avenge the deaths of their fathers. At the same time they are feeding their families with money from the drugs trade and the people of this village can not be protected.”

Euronews reported Sistan and Baluchestan province shares thousands of kilometres of land border with neighbouring Pakistan and Afghanistan and is a key smuggling point for opium and other narcotics. Largely underdeveloped and poor, a large part of the local population relies on the drugs trade for income. In recent years the area has become a base for Sunni, mainly Salafist extremist groups originating in Pakistan. Both drug traffickers and Sunni extremists have been main targets of a strict crackdown led by the Iranian government.

The agency did not report exact number of men executed in the province, but Sistan and Baluchestan figures among the Iranian provinces that applies capital punishment most often.

“If we do not act against these people, crime will return,” said Molaverdi. “Society is responsible for the families of those executed. Although the family support programme was neglected for several years, it has now been relaunched as part of the sixth national development plan.”

Euronews concludes, Iran is among the countries that carries out the death penalty most frequently, and many of those sentenced to death are done so for drug-related crimes. The country’s national assembly recently launched a bill that would see drug offences punished by life imprisonment rather than death.

On the other hand observers believe, crimes and smuggling are basically rooted in the deep deprivation of regional Iran, where people lack any chance of employment, pushing them to pursue illegal ways to feed their families.

The impoverished areas of Baluchistan, lack basic services, while they serve most of natural resources transferred to central Iran, with its high standard metropolitans.

The Iranian clerics spent hundreds billion dollars to support insurgent affiliated groups in most of Middle East countries and pursue nuclear bomb, but don’t allocate budget to improve lives of people in Baluchistan.

Earlier, Iran Rights Transparency – IRT reported about Iran’s overseas spy operations, and direct involvement of Iranian Revolutionary Guard in exporting drugs to Arabic and European countries. You could read at below links:

http://www.iranrights.net/2016/01/26/iran-export-drugs-to-europe-revolutionary-guard-involved/

http://www.iranrights.net/2016/01/28/iran-spy-overseas-disclosure-of-iranian-ettelaat-ministry-international-spy-operation-practices/

Milton Said, – “You are Paying TOO much…”

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Traitors – I have read about…

HRC

Too bad the first one is a woman; Thrown out of the Nixon hearings, Partner in the Rose Law Firm, initiated Travel Gate on an innocent family; making $1,000 thousand into $100,000 with a phone call; Bimbo Eruptions; Cradle to Grave Health Care; Benghazi Libya; Mysterious Video; Outraged at Hearing; 36 month drip drip drip of emails; FBI investigation; State Department investigation; House Hearing; No major accomplishments as Senator and Secretary of State; Purse string control of Clinton Foundation; Sold 50% of US Uranium reserve to Russia; Spoke bad things of Bernie Sanders; Does NOT like the 2nd Amendment.

Arnold, Benedict

Once the hero of 11 battles in the Revolutionary War. Promoted to Major General and Military Governor at Philadelphia. Later he betrayed George Washington and the Continental Army at West Point, NY.

His deeds proved fatal to British Major, John Andre, (caught using the name John Anderson, possessing the smuggled plans, in route to the British).

Arnold was ‘a man without a country’ as a result of his actions and aspirations.

“What a tangled web we weave, when we practice to deceive.”

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Ben’s Whistles

The Whistle

by Benjamin Franklin To Madame Brillon

Timely advice for a certain party that religiously reads this blog.

– Editors Note.

I received my dear friend’s two letters, one for Wednesday and one for Saturday. This is again Wednesday. I do not deserve one for to-day, because I have not answered the former. But, indolent as I am, and averse to writing, the fear of having no more of your pleasing epistles, if I do not contribute to the correspondence, obliges me to take up my pen; and as Mr. B. has kindly sent me word that he sets out to-morrow to see you, instead of spending this Wednesday evening, as I have done its namesakes, in your delightful company, I sit down to spend it in thinking of you, in writing to you, and in reading over and over again your letters.

I too am very fond of getting away here at the International World HQ’s and snuggling down in an easy chair, preparing to read a good book, short story or Greek tragedy. Thank you, Mrs. Jeanne Fischer!

– Editors Note.

I am charmed with your description of Paradise, and with your plan of living there; and I approve much of your conclusion, that, in the meantime, we should draw all the good we can from this world. In my opinion we might all draw more good from it than we do, and suffer less evil, if we would take care not to give too much for whistles. For to me it seems that most of the unhappy people we meet with are become so by neglect of that caution.

You ask what I mean? You love stories, and will excuse my telling one of myself.

It would be very difficult for me to be an editor. I too love stories. All kinds of formats, subjects and morals.

– Editors Note.

When I was a child of seven years old, my friends, on a holiday, filled my pocket with halfpence. I went directly to a shop where they sold toys for children; and being charmed with the sound of a whistle, that I met by the way in the hands of another boy, I voluntarily offered and gave all my money for one.

I then came home, and went whistling all over the house, much pleased with my whistle, but disturbing all the family.

This last paragraph is the one most modified from the original text, before the 1900’s, This letter once said, “…pocket full of coppers…”. above. Since all changes since the 1900’s point to Woodrow Wilson supporters apparently changing the 18th century units of measure, trying to make Richard Saunders’, (Ben Franklin’s secret identity) “A penny saved is two pence dear.” into the modern progressive gibberish, “A penny saved is a penny earned.”

– Editor’s Note

My brothers, and sisters, and cousins, understanding the bargain I had made, told me I had given four times as much for it as it was worth; put me in mind what good things I might have bought with the rest of the money; and laughed at me so much for my folly, that I cried with vexation; and the reflection gave me more chagrin than the whistle gave me pleasure.

This, however, was afterwards of use to me, the impression continuing on my mind; so that often, when I was tempted to buy some unnecessary thing, I said to myself, Don’t give too much for the whistle; and I saved my money.

As I grew up, came into the world, and observed the actions of men, I thought I met with many, very many, who gave too much for the whistle.

When I saw one too ambitious of court favor, sacrificing his time in attendance on levees, his repose, his liberty, his virtue, and perhaps his friends, to attain it, I have said to myself, this man gives too much for his whistle.

When I saw another fond of popularity, constantly employing himself in political bustles, neglecting his own affairs, and ruining them by that neglect, “He pays, indeed,” said I, “too much for his whistle.”

If I knew a miser, who gave up every kind of comfortable living, all the pleasure of doing good to others, all the esteem of his fellow-citizens, and the joys of benevolent friendship, for the sake of accumulating wealth, “Poor man,” said I, “you pay too much for your whistle.”

When I met with a man of pleasure, sacrificing every laudable improvement of the mind, or of his fortune, to mere corporeal sensations, and ruining his health in their pursuit, “Mistaken man,” said I, “you are providing pain for yourself, instead of pleasure; you give too much for your whistle.”

If I see one fond of appearance, or fine clothes, fine houses, fine furniture, fine equipages, all above his fortune, for which he contracts debts, and ends his career in a prison, “Alas!” say I, “he has paid dear, very dear, for his whistle.”

When I see a beautiful sweet-tempered girl married to an ill-natured brute of a husband, “What a pity,” say I, “that she should pay so much for a whistle!”

In short, I conceive that great part of the miseries of mankind are brought upon them by the false estimates they have made of the value of things, and by their giving too much for their whistles. Yet I ought to have charity for these unhappy people, when I consider that, with all this wisdom of which I am boasting, there are certain things in the world so tempting, for example, the apples of King John, which happily are not to be bought; for if they were put to sale by auction, I might very easily be led to ruin myself in the purchase, and find that I had once more given too much for the whistle.

The apples of King John (perhaps St. John) were harvested in May (St. John’s birthday) and kept in special wraps to produce a very special treat, consumed and enjoyed, after a period of two years.

– Editors Note

Adieu, my dear friend, and believe me ever yours very sincerely and with unalterable affection.

(1779)

A time when ambassador’s, like Ben Franklin, were selected from the ‘best and the the brightest’ or as John Adam’s once described, “…as laudable…”. Not like uhh, like uhh, like uhh, the selection made by Obama. (Caroline Kennedy)!

– Editors Note.

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Distribution of Wealth

The TRUTH about wealth. Along with a warning about destruction. And an ominous reminder of all the structure and purpose of a centralized banking system collapsing, such as, our beloved, Federal Reserve. Presently being placed in the cross-hairs of a 20 trillion (TRILLION) dollar debt. A Senate that has NOT voted on a budget since Geo. Bush. And, a congress crippled without a budget, saddled with absolutely NO OVERSIGHT, since Obama’s inauguration. Not ideal.

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Robin Hood Lies

This is a tribute to the wisdom found in the bible and studied by the analytical mind of Milton Friedman during the decades following WWII.

Such a narrative is required to survive our economic future when one takes stock in the dismal environment progressive politicians have invoked via the Obama regime.

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Making dowels – the pencil sharpener method

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Making dowels – the pencil sharpener method

Buying dowels can be a frustrating experience. I have started taking calipers with me when I try to shop for dowels. Lately, I often return empty handed – unable to find a single dowel that is round and close enough to its specified size to be usable for joinery.

I recently came across this post about making dowels on the Sandal Woods blog, and it inspired me to experiment with that sort of method.

square_stock.jpg I start by cutting some square stock, just a bit (0.020″ or half a millimeter) larger than the dowels I want to make.

bit_position.jpg Next I round or chamfer the corners on the router table. A 1/4″ (6 mm) roundover bit is ideal for rounding the corners for 3/8″ (10 mm) dowel blanks. I don’t so much want to make a stick that is perfectly round, but just to round the corners a bit so less material needs to be removed in the next step.

I use a 3/8″ drill bit to check that my roundover would not cut away anything that would be part of a 3/8″ dowel.

featherboards.jpg I’m using two featherboards to ensure that the sticks are always right up against the fence and the table.

cut_profile.jpg Looking through between the featherboards and fence, you can see the corner that the router bit will cut away. The opening you see is a bit smaller than the sticks I will pass through so that the featherboards will have to flex away from the stick.

rounding_corners.jpg Pushing the stick through goes quite fast. With the featherboard pressing it in place, I only need to worry about pushing forward. I use the next stick to push the last one all the way through. Each stick needs four passes to do all the edges.

dowel_blanks.jpg Here’s my sticks with the edges rounded off. They aren’t quite round, and they aren’t the right size yet. Though they’d probably pass as “dowels” from a home improvement store!

doweling_jig.jpg Finally, here’s the dowel making jig. It’s a block of hardwood with a hole and a chisel clamped to it at an angle.

jig_headon_view.jpg The hole has two sizes. The infeed size is 29/64″, but then reduces to a 3/8″ outfeed hole. Metric equivalents would be a 12 mm infeed hole transitioning to a 10 mm outfeed hole. The infeed side hole is large enough for the blank, while the smaller outfeed hole will guide out the finished dowel. The chisel is positioned so that its edge is tangent to the edge of the smaller outfeed hole. The chisel is mounted at an angle, so that its cutting edge, on the infeed side extends out to the edge of the larger hole.

I made the jig by drilling the larger hole, then the smaller hole through, then cutting away part of the block on the table saw. The cutaway is deep enough to reach the edge of the smaller hole. If you cut too deep, you can always shim under the chisel, although I was lucky and didn’t need to.

making_dowel.jpg Making the dowels is as simple as putting the dowel blank in the drill chuck and pushing it through the jig while spinning it.
cutting_closeup.jpg Works like a charm! About five seconds to cut a 40 cm long dowel.

cut_dowel_end.jpg Once the chuck was up against the jig, I unchucked the dowel and put the drill on the other end. Reversing the drill to keep the dowel spinning in the same direction, I was able to pull it through to finish the dowel.

checking_dowels.jpg The dowels end up perfectly round, and quite consistent in size. I was aiming for 0.375″, and the worst of them was .005″ (about 0.1 mm) under. Most were around .002″ (.05 mm) under, none was over.

The dowels above were made of birch, and the procedure worked flawlessly. I later used that same procedure to make some 1/2″ (12.5 mm) dowels out of maple, but I ended up breaking a few of them. Specifically, some of them would jam into the chisel when starting and then snap. Sanding the starting end to be slightly conical, so that the start of the cone fit into the 1/2″ outfeed hole right at the start, solved that. I only ever encountered problems on starting the dowels. Once started, none of the dowels jammed or broke. Part of the problem may have been that my 1/2″ dowel blanks fit too loosely in the infeed hole, so they could move and jam into the knife. Another factor may have been that maple doesn’t carve as nicely.

finished_dowels.jpg A better solution would be to have a conical hole in my dowel jig so that the dowel blank is tight in the hole even when starting. But I don’t have a conical drill. Another solution would be to buy a pre-made jig. Lee Valley Tools sells a product they call the “Veritas dowel and tenon cutter” which has a conical hole and a curved knife. I’d expect that gadget to work quite well, considering how well my improvised jig works already.

I also made a sort of “adapter” for mounting the 1/2″ dowel blanks in a 3/8″ drill. this consisted of a block of hardwood with a 5/8″ hole in which I could secure the 1/2″ dowel blanks with a wood screw. A 3/8″ dowel on the other end of the adapter could be mounted in the chuck. But after several jams, the 3/8″ dowel got twisted off. So I switched to a hand drill with a 1/2″ chuck to finish the job.

So, summarizing, the following helps to make the procedure go smoothly:

  • Woods that are not prone to splintering (such as birch) work best
  • The blank should fit snugly in the larger infeed hole (little play)
  • Tapering the starting end of the blank can prevent jams on starting the dowel
  • Make sure the chisel is really sharp

More about how I made the dowel maker

rundstabhobel.jpg Paul Grundbacher sent me a picture of his “rundstabhobel” dowel makers. These are for making very small dowels for his marble machines. The knives are made from hacksaw blades.

I like the idea of a blade permanently fixed to to the block. That way, the jig doesn’t need re-tweaking when it’s used again, so it’s more suitable for making dowels on demand.

See also:

spindles_sm.jpgconic dowels and
spindles on the jointer

t-square_sm.jpgMore about using dowels
marking_sm.jpgMore shop tricks
router_sm.jpgMaking dowels with
a half-round router bit

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How the pantorouter works

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How the pantorouter works

The “Pantorouter” is a template guided router for cutting shapes in wood. The template is mounted on the frame above the router. A ball bearing on the pantograph mechanism is used to follow the template.

For those not familiar with pantographs, the lattice pictured at left should help explain. The six pieces of wood are connected with pins at the corners. The four areas inside this lattice each form a rhombus of equal dimensions.

With the rhombuses all the same size and shape, you can see that the distance between the point that I’m holding and the fixed point on the opposite corner will always be divided exactly in half.

The linkage shown previously doesn’t actually need all those pieces to work. In a pantograph, the redundant links are not present. Scalings other than 2:1 are possible with most pantographs, but for the sake of simplicity, my pantorouter has the reduction fixed at 2:1.

With a pair of markers in the pantograph, a shape drawn with the red marker will be drawn at half that size by the green marker.

On my pantorouter, I use a ball bearing to follow the template in place of the red marker, and mount my router where the green marker was. The router mount is an odd shape so that the router’s axis goes exactly where the marker was.

The pantorouter is basically the same linkage as this but built much sturdier to support the weight and cutting forces of the router.

When I prototyped my machine, I found that pulling up on the handle against the weight of the router was tiring over time. So I added some springs, string, and cams to counteract the weight of the router.

The cams are shaped such that the spring’s tension profile is matched to the way that gravity exerts a larger moment on the router the further it is away from the pivot. There’s one spring for each arm of the pantograph, one mounted behind, the other in front of the pantograph.

For routing internal cavities such as mortises, it’s also necessary to plunge with the pantorouter. I added a plunge mechanism by making the whole back half of the machine move back and forth on a sled. A lever attached to the side moves the plunge sled.

The sled moves back and forth on linear glides that I made from drawer slides

I also added some depth stops to the plunge mechanism. These allow me to limit how deep the router will plunge. The second stop on the left limits how far back the router can travel. This is useful for locking the plunge position in place. It can also be used for setup. I’ll often use the tip of my router as a stop for where to position the stock. I’ll move the router all the way back, and slide the piece against the router until it hits the bit. Then I use the plunge mechanism to cut the desired depth.

I should add that this does not involve starting the router with the bit touching the stock. I can always move the router out of the way sideways.

See also:

Using the pantorouter
More about
the pantorouter

Big mortise and tenons
with the pantorouter
Mortised shelves

More photos of the pantorouter

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More photos of the pantorouter

All photos can be enlarged by clicking on them

The pantorouter, front left view. The router is normally below the table but I rested the guide bearing atop of the tenon template for these photos so that the router is closer to a normal operating position.Also note the on/off switch mounted next to the table. The router is turned on and off by this switch, not the switch on the router itself. This is an important safety consideration, as it’s possible that you will accidentally bump the switch on the router itself when moving it around inside the frame. With the router always switched off by the separate switch, bumping the switch on the router body won’t turn it on unexpectedly.

A router with a slow-start offers additional protection against accidental turn on, as there is enough time to get one’s hands out of the way as the router spins up.

Depth stops below the table. Plenty of room below the table to reach in to apply knobs and nuts to fasten things onto the table with. I didn’t fit the table with any T-tracks. Mounting clamps through holes in the table is less convenient, but much sturdier than a T-track, and it avoids having to buy T track.

The maximum height that the router can reach above the table is about 10 cm. But the actual workable height is only about 9 centimeters, as the router will typically bump up against any mounted template.

When making tenons, it’s best to let the tenon overhang the table and set the depth stops such that the bit will not cut into the table. For mortises, however, it’s best to put the work piece flush with the table’s front edge, and plunge into the work piece.

The back of the machine. Range of motion is limited by the router bumping against the template mount and against the template itself, but this still gives about 20 cm (8″) of motion.You may end up bumping the switch of the router when you move it around. This can be dangerous as it may cause the router to turn on unexpectedly. For this reason, you should turn the router on and off by a separate on/off switch, so that accidentally bumping the switch on the router itself will not accidentally turn it on.

Taxes, the Poem

Tax Poem

Tax his land,
Tax his bed,
Tax the table,
At which he’s fed.

Tax his tractor,
Tax his mule,
Teach him taxes
Are the rule.

Tax his work,
Tax his pay,
He works for
peanuts anyway!

Tax his cow,
Tax his goat,
Tax his pants,
Tax his coat.

Tax his ties,
Tax his shirt,
Tax his work,
Tax his dirt.

Tax his tobacco,
Tax his drink,
Tax him if he
Tries to think.

Tax his cigars,
Tax his beers,
If he cries
Tax his tears.

Tax his car,
Tax his gas,
Find other ways
To tax his ass.

Tax all he has
Then let him know
That you won’t be done
Till he has no dough.
When he screams and hollers;
Then tax him some more,
Tax him till
He’s good and sore.

Then tax his coffin,
Tax his grave,
Tax the sod in
Which he’s laid…

Put these words
Upon his tomb,
‘Taxes drove me
to my doom…’

When he’s gone,
Do not relax,
Its time to apply
The inheritance tax.

Accounts Receivable Tax
Building Permit Tax
CDL license Tax
Cigarette Tax
Corporate Income Tax
Dog License Tax
Excise Taxes
Federal Income Tax
Federal Unemployment Tax (FUTA)
Fishing License Tax
Food License Tax
Fuel Permit Tax
Gasoline Tax (currently 44.75 cents per gallon)
Gross Receipts Tax
Hunting License Tax
Inheritance Tax
Inventory Tax
IRS Interest Charges IRS Penalties (tax on top of tax)
Liquor Tax
Luxury Taxes
Marriage License Tax
Medicare Tax
Personal Property Tax
Property Tax
Real Estate Tax
Service Charge Tax
Social Security Tax
Road Usage Tax
Recreational Vehicle Tax
Sales Tax
School Tax
State Income Tax
State Unemployment Tax (SUTA)
Telephone Federal Excise Tax
Telephone Federal Universal Service Fee Tax
Telephone Federal, State and Local Surcharge Taxes
Telephone Minimum Usage Surcharge Tax
Telephone Recurring and Nonrecurring Charges Tax
Telephone State and Local Tax
Telephone Usage Charge Tax
Utility Taxes
Vehicle License Registration Tax
Vehicle Sales Tax
Watercraft Registration Tax
Well Permit Tax
Workers Compensation Tax

STILL THINK THIS IS FUNNY?
Not one of these taxes existed 100 years ago, & our nation was the most prosperous in the world. We had absolutely no national debt, had the largest middle class in the world, and Mom stayed home to raise the kids.

What in the heck happened? Can you spell ‘politicians?’

Sailing Weather

Red Sky at night,

Joe's HERO.
Joe’s HERO.

Sailors delight;
Red sky in the morning,
Sailors warning.

Best time to say,
What weather’s on the way,
Is at the start and end of day.

If rain begins at early morning light,
T’will end ere day at noon is bright.

If the evening is red and the morning grey,
It is the sign of a bonnie day;
If the evening’s grey and the morning red,
The lamb and ewe will go wet to bed.

If the sun goes pale to bed,
T’will rain tomorrow, so ’tis said.

The moon and weather may change together,
But change of the moon does not change the weather.

Never trust a clear blue sky,
Even if the glass points high.

A grey and featureless sky
May be a gloomy one,
But at least it’s dry.

Rainbow to windward, foul falls the day,
Rainbow to leeward, damp runs away.

If rainbow green is large and bright.
Rain is still somewhere in sight;
If red is strongest colour of all,
Then winds will blow, rains will fall.

Low’rin clouds, low’rin skies,
Stay indoors if you are wise.

Mackerel sky, mackerel sky,
Never long wet, never long dry.

A cap of sheet cloud high in the sky,
Forewarns the tears from heaven’s eye.

When clouds are gathering thick and fast,
Keep a lookout for snails and mast;
But if they slowly onward crawl,
Shoot your nets, line, trawls and all.

When the clouds spread like a feather,
Mariners look for fair, good weather.

When mountains and cliffs in the clouds appear,
Some sun and violent showers are near.

The deeper the cloud,
The harder it showers.

Humorous cumulus,
Never gloomerous.

Pale moon,
Rain soon.

Clear moon,
Rain soon.

When stars disappear,
Then rain and wind is near.

A nasty nature is the role of lows,
Rainy days and windy blows.

When the rain’s before the wind.
Topsail halliards you must mind;
If the wind’s before the rain,
Soon you will make plain sail again.

The winds of daytime wrestle and fight,
Longer and stronger than those of the night.

If the wind at sunrise drives the clouds away,
Fair weather is the order of the day.

At sea with a low and falling glass,
Soundly sleeps a careless ass.

Long foretold, long past,
Short notice, soon past.

When the glass falls low,
Prepare for a blow;
When the glass rises high,
Let the light duck fly.

At sea with a low and falling glass,
The green hand sleeps like a careless ass;
But only when it is high and rising,
Will slumber trouble a careful wise one.

When rise begins after low,
Squalls expect, and a clear blow.

First rise after very low,
Indicates a stronger blow.

When the wind is in the east,
Then the fishes bite the least;
When the wind is in the west,
Then the fishes bite the best;
When the wind comes in the north,
Then the fishes do come forth;
When the wind is in the south,
It blows the bait in the fishes mouth.

Pimpernel, pimpernel, tell me true,
Whether the weather be fine or no.

When bee’s to distance wing their fight,
Days are warm and skies are bright;
But when their flights ends near their home,
Stormy weather is sure to come.