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"Semper vigilo"

“Semper vigilo”

Whelp, here we go.  Regular friends of the decanter will recall that we adopted Daisy the English Cocker Spaniel earlier this summah.  She’s the first dog Mrs. Robbo ever dreamed of dealing with and the two of them have bonded famously, much to my delight.

When we took her in, Daisy had a bump on her chest that the vet dismissed at the time as a heat sore.  Yesterday, however, during her checkup, the same vet admitted that, yeah, it was a growth.

This afternoon we were told that the biopsy had come back and yes, it’s cancerous.

Daisy’s going back in to the vet tomorrow for blood work, etc., and we’ll get a consultation early in the week about Options.  I’m hoping and praying that this is just an isolated thing that can be clipped off.  If it’s already metastasized, there’s going to be a world of hurt.  I’m hardened enough to accept that these things happen with pets, but Mrs. R would be devastated and I doubt she’d ever get up the courage to have another dog in the house again.

Prayers would be appreciated.

UPDATE: Labs came back clean.  Looks like she’s gonna be fine after they clip the growth off tomorrow.  (Whether she has to wear the cone of shame remains to be seen.)


Well here’s a story that ought to make friends of the decanter shudder if they’re paying the least attention at all:  40% of Millennials OK with limiting speech offensive to minorities Government Censorship.  (Fixed for accuracy.)

We asked whether people believe that citizens should be able to make public statements that are offensive to minority groups, or whether the government should be able to prevent people from saying these things. Four-in-ten Millennials say the government should be able to prevent people publicly making statements that are offensive to minority groups, while 58% said such speech is OK.

The percentages approving censorship go down sharply among the older generational blocs.

This is what comes of an education system that now teaches the precious little snowflakes to emote rather than to think.  (Deliberately, by the way.  Such mush-for-brains are much easier to manipulate.)

Not that I have any sympathy for ill-bred taunts (no more do my sisters nor my cousins nor my aunts), but there are other ways of dealing with them in the marketplace of ideas than going to Uncle to clamp down on them.  As I never tire of pointing out, a government that can do anything for you is also a government that can do anything to you.

I dunno how far this will go.  For what it’s worth, although I haven’t watched “South Park” in years, my libertarian oldest daughter is a yooge fan and says that the character of P.C. Principal this year is an absolutely brutal and hylarious mockery of all this.

Greetings, my fellow port swillers!

As he slogged through yet another evening of bumper-to-bumber yesterday, ol’ Robbo’s attention was drawn to this item by the local radio nooz update:  Capitol Christmas Tree Arrives in DC, 4000 Miles Later:

— Nearly one month and 4,000 miles later, the Capitol Christmas Tree has arrived in Washington, D.C.

The 74-foot Lutz spruce from Chugach National Forest in Alaska is the first tree selected for the ceremony from the 49th state.

The tree was cut down on Oct. 27, and shipped on a boat from Alaska to Tacoma, Washington. From there, the spruce was hitched to a flatbed truck and driven across the United States, making about a dozen stops along the way.

Organizers strapped a GPS to the flatbed so people could track the tree in real time.

As Plum Wodehouse’s comic American crook Chimp Twist would say, “Jussaminute! Jussaminute! Jussaminute!”

Normally ol’ Robbo wouldn’t pay any attention to this sort of thing, but is this not the same administration that will be sending Horseface Kerry to Paris soon for a global guv’mint indaba to establish rules and regulations to drastically slash us peasants’ carbon footprints in teh name of Mother Gaia in order to prevent Miami sinking into the rising oceans? (Not that there’s anything wrong with that!)  Heck, I don’t put much more than 4000 miles on the ol’ Wrangler annually, and here they’re out joyriding for one lousy tree.

As the Puppy Blender likes to say, when the people who tell me there’s a crisis start acting like there’s one, then maybe I’ll start to listen.


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