People do not seem to get it. I'll leave it at that for now.
In other Orwellian fantasy news, a nearby high school locked the students in the classrooms while they "continued to teach" [ergo it wasn't really a 'lockdown' because they weren't hiding under desks in the dark--I kid you not], but no one gets out alive. They were held prisoner, and in some cases they were denied the right to leave the room even to use a bathroom. No food either. The afterglow is not going to be a pretty thing in this case. Rightly so.
At the same time some legislator in Sacramento is proposing a bill that would prohibit anyone from riding a bicycle without a helmet. She feels it is for our own good, and if we don't know what is best, or agree with her opinion, then she'll just force us at gunpoint in an act of pure tough love. Californians and people everywhere forgot that one size does not fit all, and government is about limiting or eliminating bad guys, not controlling the innocent. Helmets are already required for all under the age of 18 riding bikes.
I never really believed anything tangible could ever be wrong with me. Now I am not so sure, but I bet it is only because I've not been enthusiastic about life for almost 20 years, except for a few disappointing forays into ignorant bliss. It has not been my intention, and I do my best to deny and combat such an indifferent or sad attitude.
Lately I have been edgy, but more awed by life, and appreciative of existence and consciousness. If you'd never seen it for yourself, you'd never believe such a thing as life could exist.
Yet, here it is. I think,
In the world of medical trouble shooting and dealing with different offices and types of physicians, one often has to play liaison between entities to be sure everyone gets their info. The newest guy in the loop was faxed the package. The lady dealing with it told me it was over thirty pages. At least I know some are illustrated. No telling about the others. Maybe all the conference docs wrote essays or critiques.
Seriously, nothing involving me is more complicated than can be dealt with in detail in one easy to read page.
I do not want to be pre-occupied with this nonsense but we have issues which get in the way of everything so it is best to define it and deal with it. That takes a minute or two.
One can be a little angry at the industry, and no one likes arrogant characters playing God, but the truth is, most doctors are smart and work many hours because they can't help it, and that is what it takes. It is not an easy thing. They should make tons of money. When doctors do well, they do better. That is my belief.
Put big brother over them, and the passion begins to fade. First it was the insurance companies and John Edwards type courts. Now it is every federal and state government, Obamacare, Ahnold-Moonbeam care, you name it. Another micro-manager hanging over your shoulder with a gun to your head.
When I have an appointment close to town, sometimes I stay in the basement room in Pt Loama which overlooks the bay and the skyline. The airport is out there just to the left, placed such that you can watch the planes land, but you don't hear them.
This is one of the prime patches of real estate in the country.
Basement level, but on such steep terrain that I'm looking just through and over the tops of some pines only about fifty feet away.
No one is on the floor above me or on my floor, besides me. No one bothers anyone. It is a big help right now. That is the thing about where I am; when you live in such a spot, where do you go for vacation that is any better?
Yet the air feels like something is missing or not quite right. I don't know what.
Tuesday, February 17, 2015
Wednesday, February 11, 2015
Baby Got New Shoes
Don't do like me and only glance at your tires, occasionally running your hand over them when you add pressure or whatever. I was less observant than you'd think.
The brake issue became urgent so I did what poor people everywhere do, I let my drummer use his parts discount, buy the best pads they have, and then I limped the vehicle to the ranch in another dimension where he installed them. The ranch occupies our basic dimensional world, plus some others. You have to be there to understand.
When we pulled the wheels off the front, it became evident that the tires were both worn heavily on the inside edges. Way down into the steel. I couldn't believe they hadn't blown or just worn all the way through.
The next day I bit the bullet in tire land, and since the rear ones were down to the wear bars, it was new shoes all the way around. I did neglect the rotation for the last 10k or so miles. It pays to keep up with it at Discount because they pro-rate a credit based upon their milage rating and all that. This batch makes a 90k claim so I will be sure to drop by for rotation every three to five thousand miles. No way I'll get 90 thousand miles out of these. But my game is to maneuver toward the best bargain next time.
I have had horrible luck with firestone and goodyear in the past. Last couple of times it was Pirellis. This time, Continental. I worry about that, but they're rated in the best category, and right now they are wonderful; quiet, nice handling. swell.
Timing belt was also past due. So, this week I spent a ton on the lovely car, and it feels pretty good. You can go the buyer's remorse route but none of these things can be let go, and I do not have facilities for major work. I am not that fond of auto repair anyway. Get it done and go on with life.
Oh, but maybe you could have saved a little!! Maybe. But I don't have time or inclination to overdo that sort of thing. I wonder if we shouldn't have created another way to facilitate trade. Money, means of exchange, has given rise to all sorts of human ways and habits that can drive one nuts, and it is all centered around the means of exchange, not the exchange itself.
I swear, if it meant saving a dollar on groceries, or a dime on parking, I believe some people, no homeless, broke people, would give up years off their life spans just to realize the savings. And to be able to brag.
I do not care if you managed to get a Mercedes for forty bucks, or you got the prom dress for a quarter at a yard sale. Bargain, save a penny hobbyists, and health care hobbyists. That is what civilization has given us.
It is a thrill to many, so maybe they know best. I just don't get it. Life ought to be different than that.
OK. I could be a health care hobbyist, except I've grown to dislike almost everyone in and out of that world. I could not survive an HMO. I'd be in jail for making scenes. I cannot believe the stupid way people put themselves in the dumbest of herd activities, and no one wants to be the odd one out. Dare not question and not be like everyone else. People are cowards I think.
And don't be fooled, a large enough herd of cowards will trample and obliterate the few people of courage and thought who dare to buck the crowd. So, bucking the crowd and going against the grain are stupid things to do because they get you squashed.
We'll see what they have to say, again. I guess I should be prepared for both of the basic scenarios we may encounter. I have my limits, so I know what I'd do in one particular situation. But there is a mile of gray area between that situation and another, better case deal.
Public Service: Poway Home Depot is still by far the best building supply or hardware store ever. It is managed by a woman. I may try to woo this queen of the stuff of building erection.
The brake issue became urgent so I did what poor people everywhere do, I let my drummer use his parts discount, buy the best pads they have, and then I limped the vehicle to the ranch in another dimension where he installed them. The ranch occupies our basic dimensional world, plus some others. You have to be there to understand.
When we pulled the wheels off the front, it became evident that the tires were both worn heavily on the inside edges. Way down into the steel. I couldn't believe they hadn't blown or just worn all the way through.
The next day I bit the bullet in tire land, and since the rear ones were down to the wear bars, it was new shoes all the way around. I did neglect the rotation for the last 10k or so miles. It pays to keep up with it at Discount because they pro-rate a credit based upon their milage rating and all that. This batch makes a 90k claim so I will be sure to drop by for rotation every three to five thousand miles. No way I'll get 90 thousand miles out of these. But my game is to maneuver toward the best bargain next time.
I have had horrible luck with firestone and goodyear in the past. Last couple of times it was Pirellis. This time, Continental. I worry about that, but they're rated in the best category, and right now they are wonderful; quiet, nice handling. swell.
Timing belt was also past due. So, this week I spent a ton on the lovely car, and it feels pretty good. You can go the buyer's remorse route but none of these things can be let go, and I do not have facilities for major work. I am not that fond of auto repair anyway. Get it done and go on with life.
Oh, but maybe you could have saved a little!! Maybe. But I don't have time or inclination to overdo that sort of thing. I wonder if we shouldn't have created another way to facilitate trade. Money, means of exchange, has given rise to all sorts of human ways and habits that can drive one nuts, and it is all centered around the means of exchange, not the exchange itself.
I swear, if it meant saving a dollar on groceries, or a dime on parking, I believe some people, no homeless, broke people, would give up years off their life spans just to realize the savings. And to be able to brag.
I do not care if you managed to get a Mercedes for forty bucks, or you got the prom dress for a quarter at a yard sale. Bargain, save a penny hobbyists, and health care hobbyists. That is what civilization has given us.
It is a thrill to many, so maybe they know best. I just don't get it. Life ought to be different than that.
OK. I could be a health care hobbyist, except I've grown to dislike almost everyone in and out of that world. I could not survive an HMO. I'd be in jail for making scenes. I cannot believe the stupid way people put themselves in the dumbest of herd activities, and no one wants to be the odd one out. Dare not question and not be like everyone else. People are cowards I think.
And don't be fooled, a large enough herd of cowards will trample and obliterate the few people of courage and thought who dare to buck the crowd. So, bucking the crowd and going against the grain are stupid things to do because they get you squashed.
We'll see what they have to say, again. I guess I should be prepared for both of the basic scenarios we may encounter. I have my limits, so I know what I'd do in one particular situation. But there is a mile of gray area between that situation and another, better case deal.
Public Service: Poway Home Depot is still by far the best building supply or hardware store ever. It is managed by a woman. I may try to woo this queen of the stuff of building erection.
Thursday, February 5, 2015
I'm But a Childish Miami Redneck
Not sayin' that's a bad thing. However, I am not sayin' it's a good thing neither.
It was a blast at the conference with the army of skin specialists. Some new faces this time. The thing that blows me away is the willingness of the guy from Coronado to oversee my path to quick and reasonable trouble shooting and resolution. He arranged for me to again do the conference thing because he's so booked up and he can do it for free and have several others weigh in. It was an act of kindness, trust me.
Ha!!! I don't even know for sure who you are, yet I encourage you to trust me. That ought to raise a red flag. Anytime the "trust me" thing gets thrown out there, when it doesn't stand scrutiny, one should move with extreme caution.
But trust me anyway, this time.
He had a whole plan of action and how to get competent and cooperative vampires on board. I think we can have everything narrowed down by April, if I can be sane and patient. I yelled at the smarmy stranger on the phone yesterday, but I actually think this is going to work out better.
I stopped in where people were playing music at a coffee house, but only stayed for awhile. Kind of a way station between derma conference and home.
I'm going to send the arrogant doc's office staff a note apologizing for inappropriate language, even though the victim of my wrath has the PR skills of a porcupine. Maybe. It was irresponsible of them to know they were on the list yet they did not remove themselves, which one can do.
They have every right to refuse whatever form of payment doesn't suit them. I don't blame them. There are too many hoops to jump through, sometimes. It is not always worth it. They've taken the fun out of playing doctor. I can't condone that at all.
I too often forget how well people treat me when it matters. Back to a goof plan and people to help see it get done. Fortunate twist of fate.
I think our last practice, last night, had some of the best moments we've had, gigs included. It was much better, I thought. It was nice to listen to everyone else while it seemed I was just hearing myself play, like hearing one of them. Whatever the deal, our sound was the best ever, as were the dynamics and nature of the parts. That is fun to do and a nice escape sometimes. Most times.
I'm not even going to comment on national events aka government follies. WTF nation.
It was a blast at the conference with the army of skin specialists. Some new faces this time. The thing that blows me away is the willingness of the guy from Coronado to oversee my path to quick and reasonable trouble shooting and resolution. He arranged for me to again do the conference thing because he's so booked up and he can do it for free and have several others weigh in. It was an act of kindness, trust me.
Ha!!! I don't even know for sure who you are, yet I encourage you to trust me. That ought to raise a red flag. Anytime the "trust me" thing gets thrown out there, when it doesn't stand scrutiny, one should move with extreme caution.
But trust me anyway, this time.
He had a whole plan of action and how to get competent and cooperative vampires on board. I think we can have everything narrowed down by April, if I can be sane and patient. I yelled at the smarmy stranger on the phone yesterday, but I actually think this is going to work out better.
I stopped in where people were playing music at a coffee house, but only stayed for awhile. Kind of a way station between derma conference and home.
I'm going to send the arrogant doc's office staff a note apologizing for inappropriate language, even though the victim of my wrath has the PR skills of a porcupine. Maybe. It was irresponsible of them to know they were on the list yet they did not remove themselves, which one can do.
They have every right to refuse whatever form of payment doesn't suit them. I don't blame them. There are too many hoops to jump through, sometimes. It is not always worth it. They've taken the fun out of playing doctor. I can't condone that at all.
I too often forget how well people treat me when it matters. Back to a goof plan and people to help see it get done. Fortunate twist of fate.
I think our last practice, last night, had some of the best moments we've had, gigs included. It was much better, I thought. It was nice to listen to everyone else while it seemed I was just hearing myself play, like hearing one of them. Whatever the deal, our sound was the best ever, as were the dynamics and nature of the parts. That is fun to do and a nice escape sometimes. Most times.
I'm not even going to comment on national events aka government follies. WTF nation.
Arrogant Bastards
Long before the government began dancing with the insurance companies and lawyers to totally screw up and add cost to the medical industry's activities, doctors were trying to place themselves above all others in the minds of innocent people. Serious ego issues rivaling even those of fighter pilots. And those are some hefty egos.
So, now in the time of bureaucratic madness, all for our own good, we still encounter the arrogant unhelpful attitudes.
One of the most key people I need to see neglected to remove himself from the list of doctors covered under my insurance. Last update was Jan. 28, and I am sure I called when I got this stupid insurance, removing me from the ranks of insurance outlaws. They are on it.
So now we've done all this other stuff and need this specialist, or someone like him, in the loop. I paid cash the first appointment and felt like the guy thought I was just trivial riffraff, lucky to not be beheaded for having the nerve to seek audience with his highness. I left there with absolutely no idea what I was supposed to do next. Other doctors were less guarded regarding a plan of action.
When you feel you have nothing to lose, and you are tired, and a little tense due to your body going to hell in a handbasket, one's patience can run less than thin. I realize that I am more than capable of losing my temper and shouting at the smarmy office dude on the phone.
First they call to confirm the appointment. Then they call later to ask about insurance, a conversation I once had weeks ago. The smarmy guy is so cheerful telling me they won't take my insurance, offering no alternatives or anything.
His lack of empathy must have tripped the trigger. I was in disbelief. My insurance lady and I purposely set me up on this plan because this jerk was listed. Son of a bitch!!
You won't like my response: ""Geesuss F****ing Keereyeste, what in f***ing hell am I expected to do with this?" etc. I hung up. Then called back and cancelled.
I'm screwed. I do not seem to get on well with one of the best hematology /oncology outfits in the county. I'm angry and I'm not thinking all thins is getting better.
I am about to say screw it and just go plow through my savings, hang gliding and maybe learning to base jump, hoping to die before I'm 100% flat broke. Trouble is I could be flat broke rather quickly. But I am so f'ing angry I don't care about the rational thing, or even the right thing. I hate arrogant pricks like are found in medicine, government, and anywhere they can mess with your life. They are no smarter than I am or than many other people are. This I know, and can prove it need be.
But I was depending on him./ So that makes it my fault.
Right now, despite my loving, cuddly exterior, I hate everyone and everything.
Oh well. The dermatologists want to have another conference with me at center since all that aspect is changing and acting differently than before.
I do not blame anyone for not taking any sort of insurance they don't like. They could just say they don't want to do business with me. Fine. But I was mislead and then treated as a totally unimportant useless waste of life. I may think it, but I'll kick your ass if you want to treat me that way.
I feel like doing something radical like get rid of almost all but clothes on my back and car, leave this place and go-I do not know where--just go until I stop. Middle of nowhere, somewhere in the west, I guess. Or maybe fly to some Caribbean island. Get a little boat, sail around and finally sink. My legacy will be an irrational F*** You to no one in particular, and everyone and everything in general.
Goddam idiot human race really blew it by letting officialdom evolve the way it has. Government, authority loving fools. I'm in the wrong place, wrong time, maybe wrong species. I blew it.
.
So, now in the time of bureaucratic madness, all for our own good, we still encounter the arrogant unhelpful attitudes.
One of the most key people I need to see neglected to remove himself from the list of doctors covered under my insurance. Last update was Jan. 28, and I am sure I called when I got this stupid insurance, removing me from the ranks of insurance outlaws. They are on it.
So now we've done all this other stuff and need this specialist, or someone like him, in the loop. I paid cash the first appointment and felt like the guy thought I was just trivial riffraff, lucky to not be beheaded for having the nerve to seek audience with his highness. I left there with absolutely no idea what I was supposed to do next. Other doctors were less guarded regarding a plan of action.
When you feel you have nothing to lose, and you are tired, and a little tense due to your body going to hell in a handbasket, one's patience can run less than thin. I realize that I am more than capable of losing my temper and shouting at the smarmy office dude on the phone.
First they call to confirm the appointment. Then they call later to ask about insurance, a conversation I once had weeks ago. The smarmy guy is so cheerful telling me they won't take my insurance, offering no alternatives or anything.
His lack of empathy must have tripped the trigger. I was in disbelief. My insurance lady and I purposely set me up on this plan because this jerk was listed. Son of a bitch!!
You won't like my response: ""Geesuss F****ing Keereyeste, what in f***ing hell am I expected to do with this?" etc. I hung up. Then called back and cancelled.
I'm screwed. I do not seem to get on well with one of the best hematology /oncology outfits in the county. I'm angry and I'm not thinking all thins is getting better.
I am about to say screw it and just go plow through my savings, hang gliding and maybe learning to base jump, hoping to die before I'm 100% flat broke. Trouble is I could be flat broke rather quickly. But I am so f'ing angry I don't care about the rational thing, or even the right thing. I hate arrogant pricks like are found in medicine, government, and anywhere they can mess with your life. They are no smarter than I am or than many other people are. This I know, and can prove it need be.
But I was depending on him./ So that makes it my fault.
Right now, despite my loving, cuddly exterior, I hate everyone and everything.
Oh well. The dermatologists want to have another conference with me at center since all that aspect is changing and acting differently than before.
I do not blame anyone for not taking any sort of insurance they don't like. They could just say they don't want to do business with me. Fine. But I was mislead and then treated as a totally unimportant useless waste of life. I may think it, but I'll kick your ass if you want to treat me that way.
I feel like doing something radical like get rid of almost all but clothes on my back and car, leave this place and go-I do not know where--just go until I stop. Middle of nowhere, somewhere in the west, I guess. Or maybe fly to some Caribbean island. Get a little boat, sail around and finally sink. My legacy will be an irrational F*** You to no one in particular, and everyone and everything in general.
Goddam idiot human race really blew it by letting officialdom evolve the way it has. Government, authority loving fools. I'm in the wrong place, wrong time, maybe wrong species. I blew it.
.
Wednesday, February 4, 2015
Seek and No Telling What You'll Find
That is why I am not a proponent of regular check-ups. Don't bother me about vaccinations, I don't know.
I do know the that the usual suspects who derive bizarre, almost orgasmic, pleasure out of finding excuses to dictate the behavior of others seem to be all excited about this latest manufactured issue. My disdain for the "I'm part of the village, and it takes a village to raise a child, so I'll tell you how to raise your child." people can often taint my view of a topic. Sometimes total busy bodies and morons are right.
I'm not saying anyone is right or wrong this time because I do not want to allow myself that level of involvement. But, even a stopped clock is right twice a day.
All of a sudden we have a new political topic. It is about as worthwhile as abortion. No matter how you look at it.
Anyway, I'm narcissistic enough to go along with designating my interior world as a set for a photo shoot. Looks like a couple of minor photo bombers in the mix. They sent those to interior photo bomb jail for debriefing to find out what they have to say. Water boarding will no doubt ensue.
Obama or not, I am very grateful I found a way not to enlist in an HMO type of set up. The idea that you are too stupid to know when you need a specialist, when you do know, is typical of the nanny fascists that love to run the show these days. I've no idea if they were the same "those" days or not. These days, I have a handle on that.
I think we play a tea house in North (San Diego) County on Feb 15 and then on the 23rd it is downtown again for the Hard Rock Cafe. I like that place. Good food and very nice staff. Not a bad venue for la musica de la gente!!!
Oh yea, due to changes in the condition of my condition, I get to be the Guinea pig again for a little show and tell with a group of doctors---for free. They look at all the info and at me amd then I go and they discuss it for awhile, and then they go home, unless maybe the marriage or relationship is funky and they go to a bar or go seek professional companionship and the next day they don't have enough sleep and they are dragging. That is how it could happen.
The advantage to me is 5 or so second opinions, and in a group of hotshots. It is a bargain.
I'm sure it is all just my own mind so probably I can make it all change and be OK.
I do know the that the usual suspects who derive bizarre, almost orgasmic, pleasure out of finding excuses to dictate the behavior of others seem to be all excited about this latest manufactured issue. My disdain for the "I'm part of the village, and it takes a village to raise a child, so I'll tell you how to raise your child." people can often taint my view of a topic. Sometimes total busy bodies and morons are right.
I'm not saying anyone is right or wrong this time because I do not want to allow myself that level of involvement. But, even a stopped clock is right twice a day.
All of a sudden we have a new political topic. It is about as worthwhile as abortion. No matter how you look at it.
Anyway, I'm narcissistic enough to go along with designating my interior world as a set for a photo shoot. Looks like a couple of minor photo bombers in the mix. They sent those to interior photo bomb jail for debriefing to find out what they have to say. Water boarding will no doubt ensue.
Obama or not, I am very grateful I found a way not to enlist in an HMO type of set up. The idea that you are too stupid to know when you need a specialist, when you do know, is typical of the nanny fascists that love to run the show these days. I've no idea if they were the same "those" days or not. These days, I have a handle on that.
I think we play a tea house in North (San Diego) County on Feb 15 and then on the 23rd it is downtown again for the Hard Rock Cafe. I like that place. Good food and very nice staff. Not a bad venue for la musica de la gente!!!
Oh yea, due to changes in the condition of my condition, I get to be the Guinea pig again for a little show and tell with a group of doctors---for free. They look at all the info and at me amd then I go and they discuss it for awhile, and then they go home, unless maybe the marriage or relationship is funky and they go to a bar or go seek professional companionship and the next day they don't have enough sleep and they are dragging. That is how it could happen.
The advantage to me is 5 or so second opinions, and in a group of hotshots. It is a bargain.
I'm sure it is all just my own mind so probably I can make it all change and be OK.
Wednesday, January 28, 2015
Looks Like Fun
Monday, January 26, 2015
Inflated Egos and NonSense, Deflated Thinking
There seems to be a lot of discussion about the inflation of footballs lately. They claim they were deflated after being checked. Uniformly, and only the ones the Pats used. That is the only information I have on that. I get too bored to read all there is on the topic.
I understand they like to inflate the things at 12.5 to 13.5 psi. It is very difficult to get that within 1 lb. I'm curious to see what the whole process is, and where the balls go in their game journey. It just seems highly unlikely that the Pats are eager to try such a stupid ploy. They already have a reputation to live down.
Besides, the second half was allegedly OK, and they scored 28 unanswered points.
Whenever an event is tried in the media, you can bet you get partial facts and that the conclusions are those of a happily ignorant lynch mob. It has nothing to do with most of us. It may or may not be a fictitious story. But the opportunity to be part of a mob, pretending self righteous indignation, is too tempting for most people. They'll jump on that band wagon with both feet. Yahoo, we got us a neck tie party!!
I understand they like to inflate the things at 12.5 to 13.5 psi. It is very difficult to get that within 1 lb. I'm curious to see what the whole process is, and where the balls go in their game journey. It just seems highly unlikely that the Pats are eager to try such a stupid ploy. They already have a reputation to live down.
Besides, the second half was allegedly OK, and they scored 28 unanswered points.
Whenever an event is tried in the media, you can bet you get partial facts and that the conclusions are those of a happily ignorant lynch mob. It has nothing to do with most of us. It may or may not be a fictitious story. But the opportunity to be part of a mob, pretending self righteous indignation, is too tempting for most people. They'll jump on that band wagon with both feet. Yahoo, we got us a neck tie party!!
Friday, January 23, 2015
Another one of those evenings
I'm confused quite often because I don't know if I am somehow creating this odd state of affairs. We better get things straightened out in a hurry. Most of the time, you can be in tune enough to make things OK. Sometimes mind-over whatever does not totally work. You know where it is headed.
For awhile there I was reticent about the prospect of going to sleep. It is better now, I guess.
Buenos noches kind of deal.
And that's that.
For awhile there I was reticent about the prospect of going to sleep. It is better now, I guess.
Buenos noches kind of deal.
And that's that.
Thursday, January 22, 2015
Horse Girls
I was wondering why I am a sucker for horse stories and movies. Even the ones that are all horse girl-centric. It came to me why; those shows remind me of the girls who grew up on 66th St. Most were older, and all were nicer to me than many females I met later.
That's right. Back then, on the outskirts of suburban Miami, horses were all around. It made an imprint, and to this day I am a sucker for cowgirls. Doesn't do me much good, but that is how it is.
That's right. Back then, on the outskirts of suburban Miami, horses were all around. It made an imprint, and to this day I am a sucker for cowgirls. Doesn't do me much good, but that is how it is.
People Say Some Crazy Things; ps, Obama made me laugh
Seriously. I was in my car listening to the State of the Union speech. It sounded like one of those motivational workshops, all the sincere, yet humorous strategizing about what "we" need to do.
For awhile there I was struggling with nausea, but then he went into comedy. What cracked me up was his assertion that all the government spying and wire-tapping, etc., was old news, and largely forgotten, but he was on it. He didn't forget.
Obama said he was having his people look into the alleged malpractice of the agencies run under his direction (by definition). They had been studying and looking into all this, and they were going be sure it was all transparent and report back on any wrongdoing.
That's like telling someone you'll pay them a dollar if they can guess how many fingers you're holding behind you're back. Oops, no, you guessed wrong, try again. If you get accused of cheating, promise to look into it and offer to do a report of your findings. Nope, I didn't cheat.
God, people, you really do sucker for glamorous talk, ignoring the fact that maybe government officials need to back out of more things rather than expand their involvement.
He said he wanted to close tax loopholes. Right. Abolish the IRS? Find a fair and simple method? Not a chance. The IRS is weapon number one for any well entrenched Washington politico. Any fool has to know that. That is why it has been tolerated. People are afraid of it, and they use it when they can. If he were sincere about any of his business talk, he'd be cutting the tax rate for corporations. We have one of the highest rates which is discouraging to businesses.
Democrats love taxes and official power. And rules. I am baffled by it. Republicans, I haven't a clue what they want. They say one thing and do another, plus they worry about stuff that is noble to worry about, in some circles, but not the stuff of government monitoring and control.
Anyone paying close attention would realize that the speech was a flowery paraphrasing of the Communist Manifesto. Sounds dramatic, but it is just the truth.
'From each according to his ability, to each according to his need', was sold as if it is moral and not something that takes force to administer. No corruption in deciding who is capable of supporting those deemed needy. Who decides? is always the issue.
For some reason, democrats I know think it is ok for bureaucrats and politicians to decide such things. They never think they might be on the short end of the stick and be unfairly bullied by government. They don't care if others are abused by official authority. Unless those others can be molded into a permanent underclass and reliable voting bloc.
Anyway. What a mess. Mitt and Jeb--are you kidding me? And Hillary or Pocahontas? People want royalty so they are incapable of grasping the concepts of natural rights, innocent until proven guilty. sovereignty of property and home, etc. That is why elections center around sound bites which are meaningless nuggets of nothingness, or grotesque slogans--if you really analyze them; Ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country. Right. And whom should be asked?
Anyway, I busted out laughing, then cut the radio off and went in to play. I figured I'd quit the speech on a high note. The one about him investigating the integrity of his operation and reporting back to us. Obviously the majority of people are either greedy enough--thinking they will gain personally, or stupid enough to play along and believe the nonsense.
It is a time when the philosophy of the sanctity of the human being, and the innate rights one possesses from birth, competes , or tries to, with the philosophy that They owe me, and The Greater Good (as defined by whomever is in power) always trumps the rights and property of mere individuals--especially those who have no political clout and can't sick the IRS on enemies.
So far the idea that people exist by permission of the state has been hammered into the citizens and they accept that. It is completely counter to the purest of precepts under which the country was structured. Nothing pleases a lot of these people more than seeing the few, who don't want to be pestered by the collective, bullied and controlled by Big Brother. It is sick but true.
If the presidential race came down to Jeb vs Hillary, I'd stay home. Besides that being an obvious result of a corrupt system, it is like no choice at all. I prefer Hil to Pocahontas, but that is not much consolation. The Native American princess makes Obama look like a freedom lover. She's the misanthrope's dream. Those people hate the human race, I am convinced.
Anyway. I'm glad to hear the country is doing better than ever before, jobs are everywhere, and costs are way low. Hell, they practically give food away. Gas prices are down and we get lectures about why this is disastrous for us. Really? What they say makes sense, sort of. But such thinking is also somewhat skewed.
Do you have any idea how troublesome it is when your hands will not stop itching?
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For awhile there I was struggling with nausea, but then he went into comedy. What cracked me up was his assertion that all the government spying and wire-tapping, etc., was old news, and largely forgotten, but he was on it. He didn't forget.
Obama said he was having his people look into the alleged malpractice of the agencies run under his direction (by definition). They had been studying and looking into all this, and they were going be sure it was all transparent and report back on any wrongdoing.
That's like telling someone you'll pay them a dollar if they can guess how many fingers you're holding behind you're back. Oops, no, you guessed wrong, try again. If you get accused of cheating, promise to look into it and offer to do a report of your findings. Nope, I didn't cheat.
God, people, you really do sucker for glamorous talk, ignoring the fact that maybe government officials need to back out of more things rather than expand their involvement.
He said he wanted to close tax loopholes. Right. Abolish the IRS? Find a fair and simple method? Not a chance. The IRS is weapon number one for any well entrenched Washington politico. Any fool has to know that. That is why it has been tolerated. People are afraid of it, and they use it when they can. If he were sincere about any of his business talk, he'd be cutting the tax rate for corporations. We have one of the highest rates which is discouraging to businesses.
Democrats love taxes and official power. And rules. I am baffled by it. Republicans, I haven't a clue what they want. They say one thing and do another, plus they worry about stuff that is noble to worry about, in some circles, but not the stuff of government monitoring and control.
Anyone paying close attention would realize that the speech was a flowery paraphrasing of the Communist Manifesto. Sounds dramatic, but it is just the truth.
'From each according to his ability, to each according to his need', was sold as if it is moral and not something that takes force to administer. No corruption in deciding who is capable of supporting those deemed needy. Who decides? is always the issue.
For some reason, democrats I know think it is ok for bureaucrats and politicians to decide such things. They never think they might be on the short end of the stick and be unfairly bullied by government. They don't care if others are abused by official authority. Unless those others can be molded into a permanent underclass and reliable voting bloc.
Anyway. What a mess. Mitt and Jeb--are you kidding me? And Hillary or Pocahontas? People want royalty so they are incapable of grasping the concepts of natural rights, innocent until proven guilty. sovereignty of property and home, etc. That is why elections center around sound bites which are meaningless nuggets of nothingness, or grotesque slogans--if you really analyze them; Ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country. Right. And whom should be asked?
Anyway, I busted out laughing, then cut the radio off and went in to play. I figured I'd quit the speech on a high note. The one about him investigating the integrity of his operation and reporting back to us. Obviously the majority of people are either greedy enough--thinking they will gain personally, or stupid enough to play along and believe the nonsense.
It is a time when the philosophy of the sanctity of the human being, and the innate rights one possesses from birth, competes , or tries to, with the philosophy that They owe me, and The Greater Good (as defined by whomever is in power) always trumps the rights and property of mere individuals--especially those who have no political clout and can't sick the IRS on enemies.
So far the idea that people exist by permission of the state has been hammered into the citizens and they accept that. It is completely counter to the purest of precepts under which the country was structured. Nothing pleases a lot of these people more than seeing the few, who don't want to be pestered by the collective, bullied and controlled by Big Brother. It is sick but true.
If the presidential race came down to Jeb vs Hillary, I'd stay home. Besides that being an obvious result of a corrupt system, it is like no choice at all. I prefer Hil to Pocahontas, but that is not much consolation. The Native American princess makes Obama look like a freedom lover. She's the misanthrope's dream. Those people hate the human race, I am convinced.
Anyway. I'm glad to hear the country is doing better than ever before, jobs are everywhere, and costs are way low. Hell, they practically give food away. Gas prices are down and we get lectures about why this is disastrous for us. Really? What they say makes sense, sort of. But such thinking is also somewhat skewed.
Do you have any idea how troublesome it is when your hands will not stop itching?
.
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