November 10, 2020
From the President:
Wouldn’t you know it, the elections are over and now that we have a chance to get together and commiserate about the winners and losers, the POA Hall will continue to be on lock-down this month; hence, no November PBA meeting. We will be looking for January, as we do not meet in December. Hopefully things will open up then.
Birthday greetings to the November celebrants and thoughts for those members who are no longer with us. Please feel free to share a photo of yourself or that of your socially distanced breakfast or lunch group. I will add an incentive; the first emailed photo to Leroy, email@example.com for publishing in the Farsider will receive a $25 Peet’s coffee card, sorry, but Starbucks is not very police friendly.
I close with condolences to Vice-President Steve Windisch and his family on the loss of his father, retired Captain Stephen F. Windisch. It was always a pleasure to see him attend a PBA meeting.
Enjoy the upcoming Thanksgiving Day as best you can with family as circumstances allow or in your own special way.
Take care all and be safe,
at the age of 85. He retired September 3, 1985.
As usual I look forward to the Farsider each week, altho I am saddened by the passing of our members as time goes by, most recently Capt. Windisch. So I thought I’d give you an update since my last musings. Now that the election is over and as we transition to socialism and lose all our rights I thought I’d offer my slightly non-politically correct thoughts before the Ministry of Truth makes me an outlaw. Lets set the stage. For the past few months Marsha and I volunteered at the local GOP office here in Estes Park, the usual selling of the usual political stuff promoting conservative values, handing out signs, etc. The office was run by a husband and wife that fled California like we did and both had retired from the same occupation as us, altho they worked in the southern part of California, plus they are both part of the Red Cross, (more on that in a moment) and the husband is a range master at our local range. By the way he was at the range when I was breaking in Marsha’s new hand held high speed wireless protective device when it took me all of about 5 minutes to center punch the 10X, altho it was equipped with the new red dot attachment, so it was kind of like cheating. But I digress. So long about Oct. 22 we were at the office and the smell of smoke was overwhelming all our phones went ballistic telling the town to leave as the wildfires were heading our way. We went from voluntary to mandatory within one hour. Our ram pickup had been loaded with high speed wireless protective devices, precious metals, darts, clothing, etc. for some time along with the jeep and our usual motorola radios, a plan had been formulated for some time. Sounds exciting I know. Now I knew our red cross buddies had been placing people at local hotels due to the fires down in the valley and the election was just about a week away and the riots in Colorado was going on. So that was not an option for us as kung flu was also invading our local town. So off to Cheyenne Wyoming and hour and half away. At 1530 hrs we headed north on highway 25 and all the headlights were on as the smoke blocked out the sunlight, it was like the end of world, but as we hit the state line the sun began to shine, and we found refuge at the Marriott, that gave us evacuees a discount price. At this point we had escaped prison since the kung flu had invaded our shores, we finally got our vacation. Now about a day later my cell rang from one of my old Sgts. Tom McCreedy, who I’ve kept in contact for years, and he has close ties in Cheyenne. Like any father figure supervisor, he was concerned about us and said he could have us in a house in Cheyenne within an hour. I assured him we were fine and that was not necessary. Now let me set the stage, we could stay locked up in the hotel, watch the news, get depressed about impending socialism, and wait for the news our house and city has been burned down…………or explore Cheyenne. Guess which one we choose, suffice it to say I now know Cheyenne real well. First order of business was locating adult beverages, I did, just a block away from the hotel, the largest store of it’s kind in Wyoming, and as fate would have it Sgt. Tom McC. knew the owner. Second order of business was finding a local pub with a dartboard. Now let me set the stage. Marsha loves holloween and left wearing her ghostbusters hat and sweatshirt. A small neighborhood bar named Alf’s was suggested, so off me and ghostbuster went and the moment the strangers walked inside it was like a pin dropped. Once everyone got to know us, they offered us is there anything we need, how can we help out let me buy you a drink, we were accepted. The place was all set for holloween and ghostbuster was in 7th heaven as she was invited to the party. And there it was not one but 4 dartboards………………soft tip and all I brought was steel tip, left the soft tips downstairs in the war room, however ghostbusters left her finger nail polish at home and apparently when you are displaced your nails must look good so off to smelly Walmart we went and lo and behold there they were cheap ten dollar soft tip darts………score. Now here’s what I discovered about Wyoming, everyone thought and talked like me, not a liberal in sight, no one was woke, triggered, and the jukebox played every song I knew. Then I was reminded by my nephew who used to work in Wyoming, Uncle Johnny we kind of figure everyone here is carrying high speed wireless protective devices. So I was able to find a store that sold 17 gallon cans for ghostbusters high speed wireless protective devices as California East only allows ten gallon cans. I located a former Colorado business that ran to Wyoming and grew to a 200,000 ft. building called Magpul. As a side note, there are no beaches in Cheyenne as Garth Brooks lied to us. So after a week as a refugee we were allowed to return home.
Now the real reason for my comment. Last Farsider you had a humorous item related to California law changes, left me give you what Colorado has done. First of all they overturned 2 tax laws that will raise taxes like California, Tabor and the Gallagar Amendment, we will also allow late term abortions, we will have health care for people who can’t afford it that we will pay for, and we are going to bring back the gray wolves, we are eliminating the electoral vote in favor of popular vote, surprisinglly we still want only American citizens to vote altho we have the same drivers license laws as California for illegal aliens. Here’s my suggestions, let start with the gray wolves. Like the grizzly bear they killed them off years ago. This bill was sponsored by housewives and soy boys living in Boulder and Denver that visit the park in hopes of seeing these wild creatures, I accept that, why not let the gray wolves eat the babies, 2 problems solved. No less than 3 times I have been asked this question by tourists, when do the deer turn into elk, I kid you not, my answer is March and in August they turn into moose. As for the bears we have black and brown, we see them all the time and the snow birds in our neighborhood learn the lesson the hard way all the time. I kind of look at the black bears like Winny the pooh, the brown are a little different, a lot larger and has grizzly personalitys. When the coyotes are around I just throw rocks at them and they run away. I don’t do that anymore as this year both of our rescue dogs crossed that rainbow bridge after 14 wonderful years, however they are down in the war room still watching us play darts, as our our other 2 rescue dogs. Willie named after Willie Nelson, Lita after Lita Ford, a lady guitar player, Stevie Ray, after another guitar player, do you catch a theme….and Shasta named after a John Wayne movie character, ok that one was different.
Anyway back to the point at hand. As we enter the world of socialism here’s my thoughts pros and cons, I will try not to offend. Lets take down all statues, and I mean all, including that pile of poop they put at the south end of Plaza Park years ago, no I won’t call it Ceaser Chavez Park as lets take down his statue too. I still laugh at the Stevie Ray Vaughn statue being vandalized in Austin cause they thought it was a confederate soldier, the stratocaster he was leaning on escaped their minds. I guess a lot of soldiers died from fender guitars during the civil war. When all statues are gone, no one will be triggered and we can re-write or eliminate our history.
Eliminate holidays, all of them. I know what happens on those days and we will be forced to recognize them in secret, I can live with that. As we are both military brats and my father was a teenager in the Navy during WW2, in Korea War and enjoyed Viet Nam during the festive Tet Offensive, his young troops made him a desk sign with the mortars pulled from his villa from the attack, its also in the war room. Heres the plus sides of no holidays, school kids don’t have breaks for Easter, Thanksgiving, Xmas, etc., and I say this tongue in cheek, they will be in school all year and might learn something????????????????,,,or the Ministry of Truth might get too them. Another plus, I get my mail delivered everyday so I can pay the taxes to support the masses, win win.
Well clearly I had 4 cups of coffee this morning and went on another rant so I won’t terrorize you anymore.
Altho I still want to commend you for keeping us all informed and look forward to the Farsider each week, and as for the last issue Marsha was wondering why you put a photo of the comedian Martin Mull at the end, I had to tell her that was you and not Martin Mull.
Martin Mull Hmmmmmmm…..
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During the Pandemic period during which we are all bored to the bone, staying at home with little to do other than communicate by email, let me encourage you to use the time to to do you part in recruiting new members to the PBA.
If you are communicating with sworn personnel from ours or any agency, invite them to join is in the SJPBA. Sweeten the pot with the promise of an open bar and dinner once a month! That oughta do it if they’ve been a cop for more than 3 weeks
On the first meeting night after the pandemic restrictions are lifted,
LET’S GET MOIR AND HIS BARTENDERS TO WORK THEIR BUTTS OFF!
TAKE NOTE: Membership to the PBA is open to all sworn members of the Police Dept., active or retired.
Associate membership is open to all sworn officers of other agencies — active or retired — of any local, state or federal agency.
Invite them as a guest or just point them to:
The 10 Worst Guard Dog Breeds
Considered one of the least “yappy” of the small dogs, he craves companionship. He will gladly crawl into anyone’s lap.
A happy hunting dog, their exuberance for people extends to anything walking on two legs. Your biggest problem? Getting them to not jump when greeting anyone they come upon.
Bred to be a companion dog, this little white ball of fluff is arguably the most affectionate. They want to be the center of attention, whether you are their owner or a complete stranger, makes no difference to them.
Even though they were bred to be a herding and watchdog, they are lousy guard dogs. Barking at noises is one thing, but if a person approaches, they quickly become all wiggles, entertaining you with their signature “beardie bounce.”
Not only does he look like lamb, but this breed is as sweet as one too. New people are a source of excitement, not danger, for this happy terrier.
This low energy hound would probably be a good guard dog, if it wasn’t so much work. Often thought of as lazy, he may not get out of bed when someone enters your house.
|Petit Basset Griffon Vendéen
Affectionately known as the PBGV, this cute scruffy hound ranks high on the “stranger friendly” list. As long as the intruder is not small furry animal to hunt, he will greet them with a smile and happy tail wag.
This breed has made a name for itself as an awesome family dog. They have a high-energy friendliness that they will gladly share with anyone.
It is hard to find a Labrador retriever that does not like every person she meets. Happy-go-lucky, she would gladly show you where her owner keeps his best stuff, especially if you had a treat for her in exchange.
Following the lab closely, the golden is just a friendly dog. While he loves his owner, he’s the type that would go home with anybody.
The University of Pennsylvania just made it official: Big Barker beds reduce joint pain and stiffness, improve joint function and gait, and lead to improved nighttime restfulness. What can a Big Barker do for your big dog?
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A Little Poem, so true it hurts!
Another year has passed
And we’re all a little older.
Last summer felt hotter
And winter seems much colder.
There was a time not long ago
When life was quite a blast.
Now I fully understand
About ‘Living in the Past’
We used to go to weddings,
Football games and lunches.
Now we go to funeral homes
And after-funeral brunches.
We used to have hangovers,
From parties that were gay.
Now we suffer body aches
And wile the night away.
We used to go out dining,
And couldn’t get our fill.
Now we ask for doggie bags,
Come home and take a pill.
We used to often travel
To places near and far.
Now we get sore asses
From riding in the car.
We used to go to nightclubs
And drink a little booze.
Now we stay home at night
And watch the evening news.
That, my friend is how life is,
And now my tale is told.
So, enjoy each day and live it up…
Before you’re too damned old!
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|Here’s a truly heartwarming story about the bond formed between a little 4-year-old girl and some construction workers that will make you believe that we all can make a difference when we give a child the gift of our time.
A young family moved into a house, next to a vacant lot. One day, a construction crew turned up to start building a house on the empty lot.
The young family’s 4-year-old daughter naturally took an interest in all the activity going on next door and spent much of each day observing the workers.
Eventually the construction crew, all of them “gems-in-the-rough,” more or less, adopted her as a kind of project mascot.
They chatted with her, let her sit with them while they had coffee and lunch breaks, and gave her 20 little jobs to do here and there to make her feel important.
At the end of the first week, they even presented her with a pay envelope containing ten dollars.
The little girl took this home to her mother who suggested that she take her ten dollars “pay” she’d received to the bank the next day to start a savings account.
When the girl and her mom got to the bank, the teller was equally impressed and asked the little girl how she had come by her very own paycheck at such a young age.
The little girl proudly replied, “I worked last week with a real construction crew building the new house next door to us.”
“Oh my goodness gracious,” said the teller, “and will you be working on the house again this week, too..?”
The little girl replied, “I will if those a**h**s at Home Depot ever deliver the f*** drywall.”