Cat355

I concur wholeheartedly with the OP. I have light sensitive eyes, and find night driving difficult enough without having those trendy blue tinted lights searing into my retinas.

Ditto!

I neglected to mention I also recently experienced two other close calls, both caused by middle-aged working men. But they were quick to apologize for their mistakes, which is all I expect, so they have nearly faded from my memory. But even though I've mellowed somewhat with age, I still find it difficult to tolerate the obnoxious behavior of those who are clearly guilty of these potentially deadly incidents. But, my wife and I both carry, so we have to just shake our heads in disgust and move on down the road... That is, of course, as long as these nutty drivers content themselves with shooting off only their big dirty mouths.

This morning, I was driving our Le Baron convertible with my wife seated beside me. I stopped at a 4-way in the southbound lane the same time as a late model SUV stopped in the westbound lane. That driver politely signaled for us to pass through the intersection first. But before I crossed the intersection I looked to my right and saw a large, unkempt middle-aged woman with a scroungy teenage boy seated next to her in a run-down '70s clunker slowing but clearly not stopping as they should have behind the crosswalk marker, and they just barely avoided creaming us. And when my wife and I rolled our eyes and shook our heads before proceeding, these morons began cursing us as if we were at fault. I can still see the skinny punk in my rear-view flipping me off as they crossed the intersection behind us. I have experienced similar aggravating incidents during my citation-free, 36-year driving history, but these rather tense encounters seem to be occurring more frequently. A few months ago I was driving my Nissan Pathfinder in the westbound lane towards a 4-way signal. I had the green light, and I slowed to turn right into the northbound lane when a middle-aged woman driving an older car in the eastbound lane attempted to turn left into the northbound lane as I just entered into my turn, narrowly avoiding impacting my vehicle. And as I shook my head in disgust while driving on my way, I could see this twit furiously cursing me in my rear-view, when she was clearly at fault. The gall of these ignorant drivers never fails to astonish me. Where do they obtain their license to operate a motor vehicle, from a bubblegum machine?

Occasionally, I've encountered this annoying problem... Too bad cases can't be color coded... Hmmm, or can they be?

Age is relative. Even with asthma and chronic back problems, I'm healthier now at 52 then when I was in my late thirties. Quality of life is everything. As long as I'm able to function efficiently with all of my faculties intact, I'm going to continue enjoying the time the Good Lord has allotted me to spend in this air breathing body.

My sentiments exactly. I refuse to subjugate myself to power mongers and control freaks.

There should be special operatives integrated within society that track down and weed out menacing individuals who manage to evade traditional justice.

I collect a lot of range brass. While sorting cases, it isn't uncommon to see small spiders scurrying from the cases. Since I tumble clean and polish all of the brass I collect before using it, I've never encountered a problem with debris. Some shooters use silk or dacron to provide filler material for low charge weights in large cases. Since this filler material obviously disintegrates with the powder when discharged, I'm sure your spider webs will too; along with any spiders stupid enough to hang around.

Golf is a favored pastime for retired white collars who loaf on courses to gripe about sundry issues with other old farts while jingling change in the pockets of their stylish golf attire. It's a fact that more business deals are sealed on golf courses than in corporate boardrooms. Golf is another excuse for white collars to brag about owning the most expensive clubs and the latest golf paraphernalia. Golf is a big money spectator sport, which the politically correct, left-of-center media thrives on, especially when a non-white dominates a traditionally white game. Golf is an excuse for white collars to visit the bar at their elitist country clubs to soak-up cocktails when they should be taking care of business at home or the office. I hate golf. Golf is boring. The only good thing about golf is golf balls make good targets. Personally, I prefer disintegrating them with a .243 Winchester.

My most recent contact with the SSA was with the local office when my elderly mother lost her purse, and she had to obtain a new SS card, along with a medicare card. The clearly disabled employee we encountered was friendly, and made a sincere effort to cut through the red tape to help us. The picture of a firearm and a knife with a red line through them on the entrance door made me shake my head. It's really sad when men can be forced to carry a rifle into foreign wars by the Federal government, but are refused their right to bear arms on Federal property in their own country.

Since when did the distinction between right and wrong ever interfere with the pursuit of profit in this degenerate age?

I'm talking routine stuff. Dental appointments and such. Routine for the doc, routine for me. Mutual respect is always nice. I concur. Respect is mutual. Many employers and professional people are failing to reciprocate this essential aspect of business relationships these days... Besides, the fact that medical expenses are astronomical is enough to ruin my otherwise charming disposition. BTW, I have an appointment with one of those professional figures today to have a molar crowned. He's number three in my search to obtain satisfaction. And he's an arrogant dweeb. But he found out he isn't going to perform some outrageously expensive, and totally unnecessary dental procedure on me, because it isn't my responsibility to fund his luxurious lifestyle preferences.

I've had to have several cats and one dog euthanized, and this responsibility never gets any easier to deal with. In fact, even though I understand I've done the right thing, I still suffer from a feeling of guilt that I betrayed their trust.

I didn't criticize you for choosing to procreate. All I said was I'm glad I decided against becoming a parent to human children in this twisted world. I really don't think I'm a bad citizen for refusing to commit myself to a major responsibility such as procreation. Besides, the five furry kids my wife and I are nurturing were all abandoned by those who chose to accept the responsibility of caring for these other living creatures of God, but obviously they failed to maintain this responsibility, or their 'pets' wouldn't be in our custody.