I am an Unrepentant Conservative, first and foremost. That in itself will likely serve to explain a lot of what gets posted here.
I am an Armchair Philosopher. I enjoy nothing more than a good philosophical discussion about any number of topics. Engage me.
I am an Amateur Historian, interested in the nooks and crannies of time. Challenge me.
I am a Sometimes Linguist. In my life, I have studied bits and pieces of Russian, Polish, German, French, Spanish, and a smattering of Turkish, Japanese, Latin and I can say “handsome” in Tagalog. I have spent time in England, Scotland, Wales, France, Germany, Mexico, Canada, the Philippines, Greece, Turkey, Russia, Japan, Denmark and Sweden. I think I landed in Bulgaria once. I like grammer, and words of all kinds. ‘Nuff said!
I have worked in the U.S. Air Force as a Russian/Polish Linguist, as a Journalist, as a Community Relations Specialist involved with Superfund (Hazardous Waste) cleanups, as an Activity and Events Specialist, as a Technical Writer, as a Trainer, as a Web Designer and Computer Programmer, as a Business Analyst, and – thankfully briefly! – as a “Mattress Catcher” on an assembly line at what is billed as the world’s largest foam rubber plant. I like W. Edwards Deming.
I’m an Inveterate Reader. Favorite authors include Alexander Solzhenitsyn, John Irving, Robert M. Pirsig, Richard Bach, and Ayn Rand. I also like the “For Dummies…” books, if that reveals anything.
I am divorced, and am watching (at an alarming rate!) 50 recede into memory. I am somewhat misogynystic, (but then, isn’t just about every divorced male, to some extent?) I am, therefore, also a confirmed bachelor, and cantankerous critic of most things to do with fashion and style and makeup and hair care and general pamperedness as practiced by the so-called “Fairer Sex” in these shores. I make no apologies for this, whatsoever. Get over it.
I’m a Dad, eternally fretting over the well-being of my offspring. I routinely decry the state of education, fashion, leisure time entertainment, popular culture, fast foods, the actiivist cause of the day, the dangers of driving, the modern work ethic, emos and goths, and just about all the other trappings of what constitutes life in modern America. We’re going to hell in a handbasket, Obama is driving the train, too many mind-numbed automatons and Democrats (but I repeat myself!) are cheering him on, and I feel an obligation to save at least my own kids from their influences. Your kids are – until proven otherwise! – part of the onslaught of corruption. I truly believe this.
Finally, I like the Steelers, the Diamondbacks, the Pirates (conflict! I know!), and Survivor. I cannot abide the Bengals, the Dallas Cowboys (Just how pretentious is it to declare one’s self “America’s Team” anyway?), or – Socialist Collective Organized Boredom that it is – “soccer.” (“Football” for you Euroweenies.) I would rather jump naked on a huge pile of thumbtacks (Thanks, Wierd Al!) than suffer the ordeal of watching an entire NASCAR race, NBA or NHL game. Don’t even get me started about “Bull Riders” who wear hockey helmets instead of honest-to-gosh cowboy hats.
Welcome to my world!