June 27th, 2019

#6728: Maybe not make fun of the flash flood warning next time

Mrs. Fungus and I were sitting in the computer room. I was working, she was doing something on her PC (playing Civilization, I think) when BLEEEEEEEEEEEEEE my phone, her personal phone, and her work phone, all start bleating simultaneously, at top volume, scaring the everliving shit out of us.

"Flash flood warning?" I said disgustedly when I saw what it was.

Mrs. Fungus went to bed early. I finished my shift; then I went to the store for some sundries. It was raining a bit, not too bad. Got home and made yakisoba for the first time in years, and after eating a nice big bowl of it, set to washing the dishes. And it was pouring outside, vivid lightning and thunder and raining like someone had just finished building an Ark.

I'd gotten the plates and dishes and silverware done when I twigged to the fact that Gee, that sump pump is running an awful lot so I shut the water off and went downstairs.

Water was pouring down the wall by the window well; but even worse, when I looked at the window, the water was high enough that it was at the exhaust pipe for the dryer. So it was just pouring in that way and down the wall, so much that the sump pump was running every five minutes.

Me: Not good! Not good!

Got my headlamp and went outside with a pot to see if I could bail it out. I first had to wrench the sandbags away from it, and get the screen off. The water was quite literally two inches from the top and there were at least two inches of standing water on the patio. I tried to bail, realized that I was never going to manage that, and gave up.

There is a sump pump in that window well, precisely because it floods in heavy rain; I tried to pull it out, but it wouldn't budge. I pulled harder, then realized that if the cord ripped out of the pump it would probably electrocute me, so I stopped that. Went back downstairs and realized that--like many sump pumps--the pump is plugged into a float switch, which is itself plugged into power. Maybe..., I thought, and tried it--and HALLELUJAH the thing pumped that window well down in record time. The pump works; it's just the float switch that's bad.

With the window well pumped out, I went back upstairs and finished doing the dishes and cleaning the stove (yakisoba makes a mess) and then went back downstairs again, to find that the window well was full again and water was pouring in--but the pump took care of that.

So I sat down there flipping idly through my high school yearbooks, periodically plugging the pump in and then unplugging it. The rain stopped and the flow of water into the window well slowed.

I then wanted to see how bad it was raining, so I went to the front door--

HOLY CRAP

...the street was flooded. What I noticed first, actually, was the flashing strobe lights; went outside and looked closer and realized that there was water about a third of the way up my driveway.

That is something that has not happened in decades. It used to happen periodically, when we got heavy rains; but in 2002 they put in new storm drains and it hasn't happened since. Well--evidently today we got enough rain that it was simply too much for the system to handle.

The entire street, from my driveway to the far end of the street, was under water.

Chatted with the policeman who was there; this was not the only street that flooded, by a long shot. It's all over. I went back inside and ran the pump again, then came back out, and there was a guy who lives on the intersecting street standing there and gaping at the flood.

For yucks, I tried taking the Jeep into the flood. Got about to where my neighbor's driveway is, and the water was up to the rocker panels. Probably could easily have forded the flood, but ran out of bravery and backed into my driveway again.

Then my neighbor to the south got home from work, and he came over and the three of us chatted for a bit.

The waters are receding now--they fell at least six inches while we stood there and chatted--but that's going to be cold comfort to my neighbor to the northwest. The water was right up to the threshold of his front door; that house was flooded and I think they fled the place. There's a car still sitting in the driveway; its flashers were blinking and it was making this periodic moaning sound. Alarm tripped, I suppose. That one's probably totaled.

I stood there and said a prayer for them--not much else I can do at the moment. *sigh*

Anyway, it looks as if the worst of the rain is done. I'm going to have to monitor the window well for about another hour before I can go to bed, I think. So this weekend I'll be pulling the pump out and replacing the float switch and cleaning everything up so that it's self-pumping again. Maybe put one of those domes over it and stack sandbags around it again. *sigh*

Anyway, by the grace of God and a little forethought in the grading of the lot the house sits on, we avoided the worst of it. But believe me, I learned my lesson.

ADDENDUM:

If you're the praying type, say a prayer for Joe, my neighbor to the northwest, and his family. I was out looking at the street and he called me over, and we chatted for a bit, and he showed me the interior of his house. At its deepest, the water had been ankle-deep in his living room.

Worse: it's a split-level, with a sunken family room; the floor is perhaps four feet below grade. It is full of water, about hip-deep; and the basement is flooded to the rafters.

Lord, please look after them.

#6729: No. No no no no no.

This is an abomination.

Someone took a Model T and did that to it. The fenders are horrible. The polished diamond-plate running boards are awful. The car is purple but the 25" wheels are green, as are the brake drums. The cowl is also diamond-plate. The front end sits higher than the rear end.

I have seen some ungodly morphodites in my time. Innocent cars customized beyond reason into hideous, non-euclidian things that make no sense and drive men mad. This one's pretty close to the top of that list.

#6730: As if we could trust them?

Googe is telling us who "won" last night's Democrat debate. But we have evidence that Googe is not impartial but pushing certain candidates over others. The Project Veritas video of Googe executives talking about how to "prevent another Trump" is more than enough evidence.

So, how do we know that these two candidates were the "most searched"? We don't. What we know is that these are the candidates Googe wants us to believe are the most-searched. But based on what their executives have said, I don't think we can really trust them.

Can we?

I do know this much: from what I have heard outside of Googe, Tulsi Gabbard would probably be the absolute best candidate for the Democrats to front in 2020. She comes across as a serious candidate, has not spouted any pie-in-the-sky leftist lunacy that I'm aware of, seems reasonably intelligent, and understands what it means to send troops into a war zone. If she has the ability to go the distance--if she doesn't flame out, or start talking about killing pro-life protestors, or sign onto the "Green New Deal" idiocy--Trump has trouble in 2020. I mean, what I've seen of her, so far, has been impressive. Granted it is not hard to do better than Elizabeth "1/1024th" Warren and the rest of the clown parade last night, but when I first heard Gabbard talk I thought she was a Republican. What I saw was impressivly clear of SJW horseshit and leftist claptrap.

If Googe's numbers can be trusted, then that would be why she was "most searched" after the debate.

A candidate who's not from the lunatic left fringe of the party, who is not catering to them, who looks and sounds like a serious person and not Lenin's handmaid--and who's a woman to boot--that would cause a lot of trouble for Trump. Moderate Democrats would vote for that over Trump, I'm pretty certain.

The reality of the situation, however, is a lot more murky. Recall that, going into the 2016 convention, Bernie Sanders had a plurality of delegates, but the Democrat leadership ramrodded Hillary through. Who the people vote for is considerably less important to the Democrat National Committee than who they want to be the candidate, and the "superdelegates" end up deciding who that will be.

So, next year ought to be interesting. I would prefer that the DNC nominate, in all seriousness, someone who's a total clusterfuck of a candidate. Some frothing-at-the-mouth socialist who has zero actual appeal to anyone outside of the elite citadel, but whom the DNC thinks is just the greatest EVAR.

...most of the turkeys on display last night would approximate "speed bump" for Trump 2020.

This is a perfect example. I'd like to say that any candidate who claims a man can bear children is doomed to failure, but this is 2019 and we are supposed to believe that someone who was born with a penis and testicles is somehow able to gestate a child and is therefore entitled to an abortion whenever he/she/it wants one.

Daniel Greenfield pulls no punches and he's not impressed by Gabbard. To be fair, my opinion of her is based on two articles I read about her, so I'd expect my regard for her to be demolished if I heard her speak. Greenfield says, "Tulsi Gabbard constantly reminded viewers that she had served in the military," and if that's all she's got...well.

Ah, well: "Tulsi Gabbard claimed that appeasing Iran would put the American people first."

So much for that opinion.

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The photos were shot weeks ago and it's a fricking parking lot. Fake, fake, fake. Nothing but pure propaganda, 100% horseshit. Much like the representative herself.

But hoaxes are all they've got to offer. The one time you can be absolutely certain that a hate crime is not a hoax right away is when it's perpetrated against white heterosexuals.

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To be honest I had to read this twice before I understood the point he was making. The point is that while we are told that the Democrat party was never racist, somehow all those racists showed up in the Republican party on July 2, 1964.
...the Great Magic Party Switch of 1964 (hereafter, GMPS). Y'all know this one. It's that mysterious day of days--July 2, 1964--when all the Southern racists who absolutely weren't Democrats, no way, no how, no siree, suddenly became Republicans, in protest over the signing of the Civil Rights Act.
The Civil Rights Act was passed over the objections of Democrats and signed into law by Lyndon B. Johnson:



What gets me the most is the 1972 electoral map. Massachusetts and Washington, D.C. were the only places that went Democrat; the entire rest of the country was for Nixon. Geeze, no wonder the left went all-out to destroy him.

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Speaking of speed bumps Danny Glover once again shows us that if he had not been an actor, his career path would have been considerably limited by his intellectual capacity.

To call Glover a "useful idiot" is to do a major disservice to idiots, who--after all--come by their idiocy in honest fashion and are at least capable of understanding cause and effect to some limited extent. This is a man who loved Fidel Castro, calling him a genius. He is strangely silent on the results of Hugo Chavez and his institution of socialism on Venezuela. No doubt it's yet another example of how socialism wasn't done right.



Anyway, that old communist is insisting that he is owed "reparations" because after all he is black and this is America. I would say that the hundreds of millions of dollars in his bank accounts from his extremly lucrative acting career is reparations enough; he certainly would not have become that rich had he been born anywhere else in the world.

On the other hand, though, I think it would be worth it if we could make him, as a condition of enacting reparations, renounce his citizenship in America, the country he hates so much, and go live in one of those communist dictatorships he loves so well.

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The 737 MAX 8 is a bad design and must be scrapped. Boeing has found another operating regime which can lead to a catastrophic loss of aircraft.

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"Apparently, the sexual revolution did not turn out as promised." The real problem with the sexual revolution is that it tore down a lot of rules and moral guardrails and replaced them with...nothing.

This worked fine if you were a teenager in 1965 or so. Even if your behavior broke the rules, you did it in a society where most people still obeyed them, so you benefitted from them.

Fifty-odd years later, it's all been trashed, and people don't know what to do. The results are what we see.

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If it could be a person but you're not sure it is not a person you should take every precaution. Except that argument doesn't work because abortion advocates don't give a crap whether a baby is a person or not. If they did, there wouldn't be laws allowing abortions right up until birth.

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Web pages are getting festooned with horseshit again.

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So, today it is actually hot outside. Temps are over 90 and there's enough humidity to give it some oomph.

The back yard is still a swamp with standing water in it, but it's no longer on the patio.