Thank You, Desert Renegade
Posted on | August 28, 2010 | 48 Comments
Sitting here near midnight, I was feeling bummed out — lower than a snake’s belly — over this:
Friday afternoon Mrs. Other McCain said, “Oh, Jim just called — you need to go pick up the part for the car.” This required a trip across town to a machine shop, where my 17-year-old son had taken the valve head for our 2004 KIA Optima.
Two weeks ago, the timing belt broke. No problem, it seemed at first. My son and his friend replaced the timing belt but, when they went to start it, it turned out that four of the 16 valves were bent. (This being a side-effect of the broken timing belt, although the mechanics of this side-effect are alien to me.)
OK, so the valve head — the part on top of the engine to which the phrase “double overhead valve” refers — had to go to a machine shop to be repaired. Again, no problem, it seemed. The work would cost “four hundred something,” my son said, and we were prepared to bite the bullet.
Having a teenage son who’s a budding shade-tree mechanic (mentored by his more accomplished buddy) certainly saves labor costs. “Four hundred something” is nothing compared to what this kind of job would cost at a regular auto-repair place. So when my wife dispatched me to fetch the part, I had in mind a certain price that would be paid.
What I didn’t know was that Jim had also ordered gaskets and other parts necessary to doing this repair, and when the man at the machine shop — who may have been the eponymous Denny — told me the bill was nearly $700, my reaction was shocked anguish.
To say that this unexpected additional expense ruined my day is an understatement. I was heartbroken, devastated, emotionally wiped out. Maybe an extra $250 isn’t much to you, but it’s The Mother Of All Bummers when there are already bills past due and I’m rattling the tip jar to hustle up air fare to Anchorage.
After a while, I called Smitty to tell him that it looked like, all things considered, I wouldn’t be joining him in D.C. for Friday evening’s “Smittypalooza” or Saturday’s 8/28 rally. A real kick in the head, you see: Here I am planning a trip to Alaska and now I feel like I can’t even afford a day-trip an hour down the road to D.C.
Smitty commisserated, and mentioned that it had recently been decided by people above his pay grade that his part-time services to Uncle Sam would soon become full-time for a year in a place where all The Smart Guys say there’s no chance of anything resembling “victory.”
Kind of puts that $678 repair bill in perspective, eh?
Smitty further counseled that, back when he was a young enlisted sailor out at sea enduring miserable conditions aboard the USS Something Or Other, he would occasionally read the Book of Job, and reflect that at least he hadn’t lost everthing to raiding Chaldeans, been afflicted with festering sores, etc.
However much your life sucks, cheer up: It could get worse!
And inevitably does, it seems at times. Now I’m just praying that when my son and his buddy reassemble the engine on the KIA that they don’t discover any worse problems requiring further expensive repairs.
Did I mention that we bought the KIA used in 2007? That we still owe at least two more years of payments, and that the finance company calls most every day wondering how soon we’ll make another one?
Tucker Carlson doesn’t have such problems, you know.
So I was sitting here, about midnight, pondering my afflictions — six hundred and seventy-eight freaking dollars! – and also feeling the bitter disappointment that not a single blogger had deemed my big scoop about the Alaska LP newsworthy enough to merit linkage, when I decided to check the SiteMeter.
There I saw that someone going by the moniker of Desert Renegade had linked an older post of mine at Free Republic.
It may seem a small thing, but for some reason that link cheered me up and gave me hope.
Also, August is now officially the best traffic month at The Other McCain since we switched to WordPress.
Thank you, Desert Renegade. You’re an angel.
Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.
– Hebrews 13:2 (KJV)
And I am still going to Alaska.
UPDATE: Patrick at Political Byline:
You ask, “So, why does he need my help?” Well, Mr. McCain is a full time writer and blogger, like me. In other words, He’s unemployed . . .
LOL! Actually, I am what used to be called a freelance journalist. The decline of print journalism has made this a problematic job description. Getting paid to write is one thing. Getting expense money is something else entirely.
Also note the difference between liberal media and conservative media: Andrew Sullivan gets paid by The Atlantic Monthly to rant about Sarah Palin’s uterus, because liberals want to read that kind of stuff. Ace of Spades is a far better blogger, but you don’t see Ace fending off job offers from, say, National Review or Newsmax, because conservative publishers are generally obsessed with “respectability.” And the New York Times is never going to publish an op-ed under the Ace of Spades byline, so we are in a sense, collectively screwed.
The American Spectator tolerates rogues a bit more – Bob Tyrrell has a mischievous streak — so that’s why I feel more comfortable publishing there.


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