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Tuesday, June 10, 2025

Eulogy Of The Dog

In October 1869, Charles Burden found his favorite dog, Old Drum, shot dead. Burden learned that his neighbor and brother-in-law, Leonidas Hornsby, had killed Drum.
Burden, with the help of lawyer George Graham Vest, decided to sue Hornsby in court over the loss of his beloved hound.
Mr. Vest’s 150-year-old closing statement to the jury provides an insight into both the value and vagaries of friendship. Any attempt to describe it any further would serve no purpose other than to detract from its truth and eloquence.

Old Drum

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23 September 1870 Warrensburg, Missouri


Gentlemen of the jury —
The best friend a man has in the world may turn against him and become his enemy. His son or daughter whom he has reared with loving care may prove ungrateful. Those who are nearest and dearest to us, those whom we trust with our happiness and our good name, may become traitors to their faith. The money that a man has he may lose. It flies from him perhaps when he needs it most. A man’s reputation may be sacrificed in a moment of ill-considered action. The people who are prone to fall on their knees to do us honor when success is with us may be the first to throw the stone of malice when failure settles its cloud upon our heads. The one absolutely unselfish friend that a man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him, the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous, is the dog.
Gentlemen of the jury, a man’s dog stands by him in prosperity and in poverty, in health and in sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground when the wintry winds blow and the snow drives fiercely, if only he can be near his master’s side. He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer, he will lick the wounds and sores that come in encounter with the roughness of the world. He guards the sleep of his pauper master as if he were a prince.
When all other friends desert, he remains. When riches take wings and reputation falls to pieces, he is as constant in his love as the sun in its journey through the heavens. If fortune drives the master forth an outcast into the world, friendless and homeless, the faithful dog asks no higher privilege than that of accompanying him, to guard him against danger, to fight against his enemies. And when the last scene of all comes, and death takes his master in its embrace and his body is laid in the cold ground, no matter if all other friends pursue their way, there by his graveside will the noble dog be found, his head between his paws and his eyes sad but open, in alert watchfulness, faithful and true, even unto death.


 George Graham Vest


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The speech won the case for Burden, who was awarded $50 in damages for the loss of Old Drum.

George Vest went on to serve in the U.S. Congress from 1879 until 1903. Eulogy of the Dog was later put in the Congressional Record (October 16, 1914), vol. 51.

In 1958, the citizens of Johnson County erected the Old Drum statue to serve as a reminder of the 1869 case.


(I have added a sentence or two to the original post. But the words to the eulogy are unchanged.)

H/T Cederq
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Friday, May 23, 2025

I Heard Rumors

That Cederq, over at Bustednuckles, and some of his friends might be having some kind of a dance-off/sing-along. I'm not a party animal like those guys so I thought I would just send some party favors. What do you guys think about these?


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Saturday, March 1, 2025

Some Sick Shit

Going on over there at the Bustednuckle

Stolen from Cederq. I may have intentionally misunderstood, but I think this was him on the toilet 2 hours after hitting up the Chinese buffet: 

 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gt1JTXhO4PA

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Sunday, September 1, 2024

 For Any Golf Fans Who Stop By Here.
A jaw dropping new worlds record longest putt.


(I don’t play golf, except for about 2 hours worth when I was well on my way to being intoxicated, but that was an impressive shot.)


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Tuesday, August 27, 2024

 It’s Called Tribal Knowledge

(This post is brought to you from my blogging betters and the masters of their universe. I was honored to be added to their blog roll and as soon as I figure out how to make a blog roll they will be on mine. Thank you bustednuckles.)

 
Sure this meme is tongue in cheek, implying that the guy is about to go around some safety protocol but the underlying message is that he knows how things actually work.
The outfit I work at now and the last place I worked at, both being perfect examples of what I am driving at.
Out of all the maintenance people at both places, the youngest guy was fifty years old.
The last place, the oldest guy finally retired at 76!
For two years before he finally said Enough, I kept telling the managers that they needed to find some young guy and tether him to the hip of the old guy so he could save some of the knowledge the old dude had.
Over and over I warned them that the old guy knew that plant inside and out and when he left, all that knowledge was going to go with him.
This was a very specialized industry and no joke, it took YEARS to get even half way competent. High pressure gas systems, high voltage electrical systems, high heat/pressure vessels, all kinds of very dangerous equipment and very strict safety measures to keep form blowing the entire plant and a half square mile of neighborhood from getting blown to Smithereens.
Did they listen?
Hell no.
Even worse, when the Plandemic hit, they started whittling down their maintenance team. At the end when me and my biddy got shit canned, when we left, they had gone from 16 maintenance guys, down to 4.
You can not tell me that they weren’t pencil whipping all of the calibrations and required maintenance schedules at that point because we could barely keep up with all of it with 16 people. That plant was running 24/7 and now I believe they are down to 2 shifts Monday through Friday.
They literally had permanent job opening ads in several outlets and could not get anyone to even apply.
The outfit I work at now has the same aging maintenance team issues and they also refuse to see the writing on the wall.
I am the oldest of 3 guys. The next guy is 60 and the youngest is a guy I worked with at the other place. He is 50.
This place also runs 24/7, with just 3 guys on Dayshift to keep the joint running. They rely heavily on outside vendors and extra Millwrights when things break down.
Somehow they justify this great expense instead of hiring a full time guy to pick up the slack.
When I was first hired, it was with the expectation that I would move to Swing Shift after a few months and every once in a while they bring that up.
It isn’t safe for one guy to work by himself and they kinda know that if they split up the Dayshift crew they have now that they will be fucked.
But they still refuse to hire just one more guy.
I’m sure it’s like that all over this country and they are cutting their own throats over the cost of one guy’s salary and benefits, when they wind up paying six times that amount to outside help.
It’s hard for me to have any sympathy for this behavior and when I finally go, they are losing forty five years of mechanical repair experience. Apparently they think experienced maintenance people area dime a dozen.
The here and now reality is, all us old farts who have that experience are either retiring from the work force or are falling over dead and there isn’t anyone coming up behind us in large numbers.
The Airline industry and the Automotive industry are already suffering this shortage of experienced people and this DEI bullshit is already getting people killed.
Frankly, I don’t see any good solutions on the horizon.
I think the late, great George Carlin saw this coming a few decades ago and said it best,


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tetndXjHG1U

They are getting exactly what they wanted and they are going to reap what they have sown.

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