Yes We (I) Can [sorry. current event/political overtones]

The President does not have power under the Constitution to unilaterally authorize a military attack in a situation that does not involve stopping an actual or imminent threat to the nation.
Senator Barack Obama, Dec. 20, 2007.

I agree. Although I am shocked to see that Obama admits any legal limit on what the president or Federal government can do. I haven't noticed too many fans of limiting power among his his pals. Or even many of his enemies for that matter.

The part that didn't get fully vocalized is what people tend to miss in everything this actor says. In this case it was, "...unless I happen to be president, in which case special rules apply, as I make them up"

Why not? It is not like we are setting a precedent here.

What to do re Libya? I do not know because I am not there, have no idea how much of what I hear is true, and tend to think international action and consensus are generally wrong and deceptive. I suspect it is a case of trading a lunatic dictator for fanatic religious leaders, like what ushered in the ayatolla komeni (I don't know how to spell his vile name. Like Quadhafi, it is spelled thirty two different ways, all of them wrong)

Would I put my life, or that of my relatives on the line for it? No, not with what information I have. No way. Like other people's money, other people's lives are easy to spend so you can feel good in your cause. How courageous and benevolent. I'll protect you--let me send a bunch of people I don't know over there to risk their lives. I'll be in Rio or somewhere if you need me.

If they want freedom, good. Somehow I seriously doubt freedom lovers comprise the bulk of these protests.

Wouldn't it have been smart to have extricated ourselves from that region over 40 years ago, promote our own oil exploration and drilling, and refining, not arm everyone in the world who eventually becomes an enemy, and not fight any limited police action anywhere, ever? And if we did sent our military in, we didn't put them in jail for doing their job? That would have been nice.

And there is not one single, legitimate true, non-corrupt reason why our foreign policy wasn't conducted on that basis.

I think the USA should confine its major focus to its 57 or so states, and to pretty much do the strategic strikes on its own agencies.

By some accounts, there are homeland security memos which zealously label libertarians, or people who think the irs is a horrid organization, as potential domestic terrorists.

If they were to ask me, I'd say the people who broadcast shows with laugh tracks are domestic terrorists. The laff track is probably one the biggest assaults on the dignity and intellect of our species ever. The next most insidious tool in mind control is probably the guilt inducing public service ad and general charity assault. Many PSAs are merely efforts to change your behavior or make you conform to some big brother concept of the better good. The majority of them are total insults to free people who believe they own their own lives. Really annoying propaganda.

Charity is good. But the idea that it is OK to attack and cross boundaries in its name, is not good. The idea that doing something unrelated to curing a disease is somehow curing that disease, is false. Sorry. I know this is like butchering a sacred cow, but so be it.

You do not have the right to use the workplace to harass employees to give up pay for your cause. Put your own damned money in. Look at all the multi-multi-millionaires who do guilt trip ads for some cause and maybe put in tens of thousands. If you are so big on it, put ten percent or more of your bread on the table. People who have not even 1/1000 th of what they have are far more generous on a percentage basis. They are just keeping their fame alive at your expense and maybe helping a little, always some government approved cause.

No tax deduction for just laying money on Sally down the street so she can get a better wheelchair for her kid that has Cerebral Palsy. No, it has to go through proper channels. That should tell you it is a bunch of BS right there. But that is the purpose of the IRS. In the name of progressive income tax with enlightened deductions, it scams the poor and those not in power, while feeding the crooked and sneaky. Don't think charities and churches do not often fall under that shadow.

I can walk forever and I in no way can say I am fighting cancer. I am walking. I can say I am participating in an event that I hope raises money, which I hope actually goes to people who know how to do research and find cures. But few want to look at that. If you are lucky, it may go to research, and then you have to hope it goes to a good scientist and not some ego bound bastard who would toss another's work out the window if it were to overshadow his own. There are such people.

Not to say there is anything wrong with doing whatever you can to contribute to whatever you want. Some good things do happen at the end of the filter which fuels money here there and everywhere else except the real purpose. That is not the point. The fact that you pay less tax if you let the government know your cause, and that it has to be on their list, is not acceptable. That is not how tax should work. The tax system is wrong altogether. But to say so puts you on Nepolitano's list of homeland threats. Yikes. How is that right?

Never be fooled into thinking the world of establishment scientists is above jealousy, corruption and ego driven sneakiness. The truth is that the world of academic establishment scientists is probably more prone to such pettiness and small mindedness than even the movie industry.

I've known a lot of those people and they would much rather you stand in awe of their brilliance than anything else, even if it is not deserved. I've also known a few exceptions. Very few.

Funny how they jump in to these frays like Libya, Bosnia, Iraq, without a clue, but when there is an obviously aberrant threat, understanding and patience, etc. is employed---like that creepy Islamic jihad guy who mass murdered on the army base. Oh, no, let's not jump to conclusions. Don't be islamophobic or even rush to judgement. So what he got caught red handed, no question, had to be shot by a chick to stop him, etc. In my mind it was dumb to give him treatment. I'd have let that one die then and there. Trials of this sort are absurd, and why pay to keep the guy alive?

I know, it is where you draw the line that gets sticky. Some cases are so far from the line, I have no worry about that.

Hopefully no one from the 'for us or agin us, if you ain't solidarinoscin' in your pants, we kill you', camp, will assume that having my doubts about Libya and motives, means I want to kill all babies, think CAIR is a legitimate organization or that I think anyone but potential parents have any right to speak for the unborn, and only the ones residing in them. I'm not in the above mentioned camp.

Either they accuse you of racism out of the blue, or accuse you of being against gun rights and the declaration of independence. There are those who just hate freedom. Most people do, regardless of the animal logo they use, although at least the dems are honest enough to use a jackass for theirs.

No Woman, No Cry

Just a Bob Marley tune than went through my mind. It does sometimes for reasons unknown, or at least undisclosed.

What I was really thinking was that I couldn't find Sparky, the Ferret. I still don't think he left the house, unless via drain pipe. It didn't sound like he was in the garbage disposer.

I gave things a quick check but no Spark. It could be he was dehydrated and tell tale odor might take a little longer to develop beyond the point of deniability.

It is possible he went outside and became owl food, or maybe got nailed by a cat. I suppose I could put up posters. In this land of trophy people they might mistake this for one their trophy kids or their trophy daddy.

You have to wonder how some of the Rancho Santa Fe crowd manages to procreate. If they greet one another with air kisses as they embrace in a way that doesn't wrinkle the clothes or put stress on the silicon, do they air ..uh ..mate? Hi, I'm Mr Big Buck Lawyer making trophy love to my trophy wife while being rude to people who don't even work for me. I am trophy happy.

Art of (trophy)War, and all that. No, put your head over here, my dear (trophy) Ornament With Attitude. Feng Shui and all that.

Caleeforneeya. Moonbeam is just Ahnold without the boots and obnoxious Ahnoldness. Same thing but coming from the typically overly spoiled, early trust fund baby boomer. Another proud political dynasty. Wonder if they are in on the illegal ferret smuggling. Gives a new image to the term "coyote". Much more fearsome in this instance. (For those not in the path of immigration madness, coyotes are the guys who smuggle people in, often stacked like cords of wood in a van or truck.)

What does that have to do with Sparky? I think he was taken by Black Ops. And Black Ops are run by Baby Boomers, and Baby Boomers are trouble. Crazy? Justy depends upon what "is" is, sort of thing. Connect the dots, follow the money, power, sex, drugs, and/or rock n roll, and you shall know the truth.

Maybe It Is Not Fate

She looks plenty cheerful, but I am not sure there is room enough in this cottage for the both of us, especially if she insists on bringing that robust textile entourage. Perhaps this was a false alarm.

UPDATE: the photo was not current. After seeing the current one, I am even more discouraged. Call me shallow, but...

Who Could Doubt That It Is Fate? Soulmate for sure

How could I be anything but thrilled to receive the lovely email, below, from a lovely, lonely Russian woman? She mentions seeing my profile "on a dating", which is a bit puzzling because I am not on any such sites that I recall. I was at one time, I guess.

But why trifle with details when she felt that unmistakable connection that comes from something beyond logic and the many senses? When you know, you know.

I'm so excited to write back and I've already been pricing tickets, selling off all things of value to pay for it, and washing the sheets to make her feel at home when we finally meet.

I think they eat a lot of potatoes in Russia, or drink them in the form of vodka. I'll stock up on spuds and maybe horse meat. Don't they eat that over there? So much to learn before my little bundle of Russian love shows up. I wonder if I should get one of those fur fez looking things?

With luck, she'll have mob connections and we can make big bucks with the Russian arms dealers or someone like that. This is so exciting.

Message copied below:


Hi, Dear!
I have seen your profile on a dating, and have decided to write to
you. There there were many good people. I do not know why to write to
you, something is probable inside has induced me to do it. I already
during long time wanted to find to me directly people, but not from
Russia. As in Russia very many bad people and are very difficult to
find such person, which will serve me as a fine half.
My best girlfriend has found to itself through Internet good people.
Which has invited her in the country, and now they live together 2 months.
And I also want to find to myself of the satellite of the partner in life.
Though actually it is very uneasy to find the love through the
Internet, but I shall hope for it up to the last.
Now, it is a little about me:
My name is Mariya.
I the simple Russian girl who search for a serious
the person from abroad for serious attitudes in the future for
creations of family.
I live the Russian city Izhevsk. It is very beautiful city.
It be far from our capital Moskow.
I am very brave to write to you and have written in hope which you
will write also to me. I hope for it, and I shall look forward to
answer from you.
P.S. If I though have slightly interested you, please write
to me the answer on mine E-mail: pociluychik2009@ymail.com
I shall hope, and I shall wait, that you nevertheless will answer it soon.
Please try to send your message on email.
As I was very bad to use the Internet. I shall send the image in the
following letter. With hope your new familiar Mariya.

mail: pociluychik2009@ymail.com
name: Mariya
age: January 22, 1979

Sparky The Ferret: MIA

As is par for the course in the resort home of this friend of a very high executive officer in the USA, a strange event came to light. The actual owner is rarely there. Instead we get periodic visits from his parents and their odd entourage, and some very crazy friends of his. Of course, certain people are weirder than others.

The last one to visit had the fireplace fiasco which is as of yet unexplained. Her version of events makes no sense, and for various reasons I know she is lying about one or more facts. That group trashed the place--food on the floor all over the place, everything in chaos.

So, a short time later we have a relatively sane couple, as near as I can tell, who were a little suprised to find a ferret running around in the place. This is not the sort of creature who would have just wandered in while cruising the neighborhood. We suspect the fireplace woman had it and lost it, and doesn't have the guts to own up. Of course, no one is calling her up to ask. That is not how it works.

I have not seen it so I can only go by the house manager's word that she is sure it is a ferret, and not a very large one. There are always pieces of the story missing when I come into the picture. It often sends me down the wrong path.

I was called to come in a set some kind of trap to catch it. The house manager had almost caught it but it hissed at her and tried to bite her leather glove so she got freaked and it fled. No one knows which way it went. My original info was that it was last seen in a particular room. That story changed later.

It just so happened that the TruValue hardware lady in Alpine, where I bought the havahart trap, is a ferret rescue person. She would provide it good care and lodging. Her information, plus what I researched on the net, gave me confidence that I could handle this venture into the world of wild animals.

I'm sure I did a good job with the trap but I avoided opening doors that were closed to rooms and such because I don't feel good intruding on privacy of people staying at the house. They were gone but had been told a big game hunter would be setting a trap. Since I had been told that the critter was last seen on the east wing, and the other part had been secured, I figured that was the case.

As always, the story was not quite accurate. Long story short, I think they have the poor thing locked in a room which he/she can't escape and my trap is not likely to do any good. Had I had all the facts beforehand, I would have checked the rooms and done what I could to chase it out into the house at large. One whiff of the bait and I have no doubt it would have checked into my little hotel.

It really frustrates me that I always get partial information. This case bothers me a lot. Ignoring the fact that ferret possession is against the law in CA (many things are against the law here--who can keep up?***), I would feel better if I could catch it and give it to the Alpine ferret lady. But for all I know it is a badger or weasel or mongoose. Satisfying my curiosity would also be a relief.

I suspect that when the people leave on Saturday, I will find a little dead animal who died of thirst and starvation. If not, then it would have managed to feed off of who knows what, and drink toilet water or something. Ferrets have a super quick metabolism and need to nibble frequently.

If we have to perform funeral rites, I will used the name "Sparky" on the marker because it is not gender specific, and it is a name anyone-man, woman, child, or other mammal-would be proud to own. I guess that goes without saying. duh.

So, I would request that any who read this observe a moment of silence for our furry friend, and pray that he/she/it somehow miraculously survives and doesn't bite me when we meet.

Thank you

If he is dead, it will be an outrage. Just the damned facts, lady, would have made all the difference. So, if I do find a stiff instead of a mischief making varmint, I plan to give it a good burial with an appropriate marker.

I want to put an appropriate epitaph which shows both respect for the unfortunate creature, and disdain for the bungling disrespectful people who contributed to his/her demise. Suggestions will be welcomed.

***Any licensed big game hunter, animal activist, or other person with credentials is required to execute the animal. It's the Law. So, that is where an illegal alien like myself comes into the picture. The house manager is an over the top PETA-enviro dramatist, which is great in this instance. Can be a little strange in some cases.

The Lesson

Hope for the best, be prepared for the worst. Don't loot and steal.

It is hard for people to ignore the obvious contrasts in light of Japan's behavior during one of the most powerful natural disasters and the resulting emergency with the power plants. It's remarkable how fond most Americans are of the Japanese. I think it is that they earned respect over time. And, contrary to high profile charlatans, when it comes down to it, we tend to place character above race more than most societies.

I have a friend whose father survived the Bataan death March, and I think they do not hold it against the people as a group. My friend swears by Honda. That is all he's driven for the last 20 years or so. And I only hear him sing the country's praises. Typical American. Many in the world would have generations of a blood feud going after what his father endured.

I hope nothing more happens there, and that the attempts to make political issues regarding energy and else out of this event simply fall flat.

Apple Knew I was iRight

Told you so!
iPhones decided to spring back instead of forward for the time change. That is because the Mac daddies knew I was right.
It's all explained in a couple of essays posted down from here.

I feel vindicated. Too bad the news reported this as an error in iPhone programming. It was the only right thing involved in this energy wasting time scheme we have blindly followed without question.

Oh well. I'll enjoy the hot evenings and late sunsets.

It Must Be My Fault [or I am the source and cause of all things]

I've been seeing little hints around that there are people who do not know that the earth is not a stagnant inert ball. They think every natural occurrence, change in weather, earthquake, volcano, you name it, must be due to either secret government experiments, evil oil companies, or the blight of the earth--human existence, itself.

There are various discussions regarding "Mother Nature is pissed off" and other related mother nature tales. Of course the implication is that mother nature is mad at the unnatural life form for being what it is; human. I get lost reading those things.

Who the hell is mother nature. Where does she live? And why is she always getting pissed off? Sounds like a shrew to me.

These same people would most likely say they believe in evolution and that we evolved from ooze and slime. So, why do they then think nature is somehow exclusive of the human race? Everything we have was derived from the stuff that was laying around in one way or another. Every species on the planet, and probably the whole big university, uses what it can to do what it thinks will make it feel better, safer, and sexier. Assuming that is how it works out in the big university.

You ever see the mess beavers make? Or alligators? They screw stuff up big time. And they don't leave things as they found them. Don't even get me started on elephants. Suffice to say, if they took a shortcut through your farm, the garden or grove would never be the same.

So, there is a big earthquake off of Japan's coast, and they get shaken up and suffer lots of damage from the tsunami. The reaction? Oh, Mother nature is fighting back. The drilling in the Dakotas did it. This is a good opportunity for Obama to reinforce the idea that he was born in Hawaii--according to Chris Matthews (I kid you not). It is karma from WWII. Unbelievable.

It takes very little general knowledge to be aware that the earth is full of hot stuff which screws with the pristine surface on a regular basis. It is not a beach ball filled with foam.

You'd think that nothing ever happened on earth before the industrial age. I think it is due to some hard wired resistance to letting go of superstition. We can't pretend that gods and dragons haul the sun and stars around, and throw lightening at us, and need virgins to appease their cantankerous moods, so new superstitions get invented. In this case it is the Mother Nature or Mother Earth scenario.

Another goddess who needs appeasing. I guess no one thinks sacrificing virgins or holding fun fertility rites will do the trick. They seem more inclined to sacrifice any creative, useful invention or endeavor of the species instead. Let's appease Mother Nature by not heating our homes and by not taking advantage of the mobility the fertile minds of our kind have provided us. At the very least, we should pretend to hate ourselves and feel guilty. But best to express this by somehow blaming the rich or some group that isn't us.

I suppose the westboro bonko church will blame "fags". It is all the same thing. Hard core superstition at work. "The earth has a fever".

I do not think things improve with an attitude of disdain for your own species. I'm more of the mind that all the racket being made in demonstrations and rallies was more than mother nature could take and she fought back to blunt out the shrill noise.

Not really, but that is as legitimate a theory as all the rest.

I'm Talking Saving the Bears and Earth and No One Cares?

Ingrates!!!
The last post clearly showed that the daylight savings time is backwards and that the earth and humanity, not to mention the cuddly polar bears, can be saved by springing forward in fall and falling back in spring.
No one cared.
Ingrates!!
I fry my brain conceiving ways to help humanity and what do I get?

Nothing!!

Why?

Because the world is peopled by Ingrates!!!

Oh well. Now I must devise a plan to convince the ingrates to pay me and serve my whims. Saving humanity is a thankless task. I'll find a way to turn this in my favor.