January 16, 2009

Seatbelt Laws and the Boston Tea Party

There is an interesting (and actually polite) debate at Erin's place on the role of Government in our lives. It began when I pointed out that few of us live at the nether regions of the political spectrum. There are few die-hard 100% anarchists, socialists, communists, or capitalists in our midst. By that I mean even the most ardent conservative would allow that there is a need for a helping hand for a family in crisis, whether that be loss of a job, health issues, whatnot. The difference in opinion comes from how long, how much, and what form that helping hand should take. For instance is it reasonable to expect Government help after a natural disaster like Katrina? Nearly all of us would answer a grudging yes. Is it reasonable to expect that same Government aid to continue for a year? How about two or three, five or ten? Anyway, I used as an example my own feelings about Government interference. I am completely opposed to seatbelt laws. While I do not even back the car out of the garage without buckling up, I am firm in my belief the mandatory use of seatbelts is over-reaching. I do believe the State has a right to force parents to use car-seats for infants. Babies cannot make judgements on their own safety. With this example I fall somewhere in the middle of the political spectrum.

Jonas and Erin challenged my statements, maintaining the Government did have a role in legislating my safety. I promised a response. I have decided to do it here so I can use the space I need. Let me begin by saying I am not sure I am smart enough or erudite enough to state my case with the accuracy I need. Please step right in and comment your opinion. Please keep in mind I am not picking on Erin's commenter Jonas here. I am using his well argued (albeit wrong) points to rebut my statements. This is my counter rebuttal.

It is my opinion that my failure to buckle up only affects me. Of course it affects my family etc., but the action (failure to take action in this case) only gets me killed. My not wearing a seatbelt has no direct action on any other individual. If I am drunk and drive, I can kill someone else. In the first case the Government has no role to protect me from my own stupidity. In the latter it has a responsibility to protect the public at large from my actions. Jonas argues
"When you say no one else is affected by not wearing a seatbelt, I'm not sure I buy that. Your potential injury and death have trickle down effects. Subsequent trip to the ER, insurance rates, your families loss of income and then the burden on the state if they cannot take care of themselves, etc., etc. Aren't those real affects/costs on other people? Motorcycle helmet laws are another great example."

This moves directly to the core argument, the very essence of the liberal/conservative debate. Jonas believes the State has a vested interest in mandating seatbelts as a means protecting itself from future costs. He justifies the laws against smoking and using drugs as further examples. Jonas later points out that an existence in today's society where we all do what we want as long as it does not hurt anyone is not possible any longer. We are too tied to each other socially and politically. Here he says it much better:
I think we live in a time and place where we can't do what we want at all times. This I mean if nothing else, in legal terms, as well as social-functional terms. Which is to say I'm not making a moral argument. It's just that I don't think our society (or, most others) can actually function if we don't consider other people. I know, that sounds simple and obvious, and you're only making a point about a seatbelt. So, I'm extrapolating a bit. Anyway, that's my point: as much as I may agree with your sentiment (that is, why should I be told what to do if no one gets hurt...which is, sort of the basis for our law system), our society is too complex interwoven to be able to actually live like that anymore. That is, unless you move out to Walden Pond and write every high school student's nightmare.

Such interdependence and interwoven trickle-down is caused by the very type of Governmental interference I am arguing against. His argument is a straw man. Because we have medicare and welfare my refusal to wear a seatbelt and subsequent death might be a drain on society in the form of higher taxes and increased medicare costs. If the government was not in the health insurance business, the charity business, then my stupidity would not be a burden on the general taxpayer.

Let is go a little further. The founders envisioned a government with limited powers. This is clear from a reading of the Constitution and the Federalist Papers. In fact, the Constitution spells out specifically what powers the Federal Government has. It is a limiting, rather than empowering document. A cursory study of history would tell you Jefferson is spinning in his grave at the thought of what the Democratic Party stands for today. If you doubt that statement read some history and Jefferson's own words.

That said, those of you who disagree with me on the role of Government might argue that times have changed and whether we think the Government should be involved in the pension, welfare, and health insurance fields, it is, so we have to move forward. OK, then where do we stop? Every action has an effect on another in this case. You argue the society costs of my failure to wear a seatbelt are too high, so to protect us all, I m mandated to protect myself. The same argument is used on smoking bans. Now we see the Government telling us what kinds of cooking oil we can use and french fries will never taste the same. New York is considering telling us what kind of soda we should drink. Various individuals are targeting fast food restaurants claiming the food is not healthy enough. Will the Government have a right to mandate my weight, my Twizzlers consumption? By the same argument, why are Twinkies sold? Shouldn't Oreos and HoHos be kept under lock and key? Just as we have age-limits on cigarettes, should the government use a body fat index to determine our fitness to eat a rasher of bacon?

Should we face mandatory exercise? Some of you might argue in the affirmative. That the fat people and welfare queens are driving health costs to levels that we can no longer afford. The long-term costs of treating cancer patients who smoked their life away is a burden society should not have to accept. You will argue the Government has a role in protecting society as a whole from our individual poor choices.

Be careful for what you wish. Studies show that children do better in school, and live healthier lives when raised in two-parent households. Drop-out rates and college graduation rates are better in the traditional family structure. Studies have also shown that families who go to Church or Synagogue every week have lower divorce rates and are less likely to become single parents. Students who complete high school have a significantly less chance of being on welfare. College graduates are likely to earn more money in their lifetime than a high-school drop out. Should we mandate no divorce? Should we force people to go to church every Sunday?

Medical studies have demonstrated that a glass of wine everyday reduces heart disease. Should you be required by law to toss down a glass of Pinot Noir with dinner? How about we go a step further? Cities and towns and States with less restrictions on gun ownership have lower crime rates. Should you be required to own a gun?

You see, legislating for the better good of society is a slippery slope. If passing a law requiring me to wear a seatbelt helps promote the general welfare, is not a law legislating morality also necessary for the common good?

I am no anarchist or Big L Libertarian. I believe in reasonable restrictions. I believe we need some laws to protect society as a whole. I do believe that when we start legislating individual actions and take away individual responsibilities, we are giving the State too much power. How far are we then from the Government telling us how many kids we can have, what job we do, what God to worship, how to vote? It is our individual responsibility to fight tyranny in every form, no matter how small the act. We owe that to the men who pledged their lives, their fortunes and their sacred honor more than 230 years ago.

January 15, 2009

Baby it's cold outside

It is cold as a frozen Hell today at the old homestead. Too bad I ain't there! I am enjoying the relative warmth of North Carolina. The 40s are not so bad compared to zero plus wind chill. Of course when I hit the airport late tonight my car will be like the inside of a freezer. I hope it starts OK.

Stay warm and snuggle up with a loved one or at least a casual acquaintance tonight. Tell them the HB said it was OK. Like I have always said, a cheap thrill is better than no thrill at all...Cop a feel for me fellas.

January 14, 2009

This is how my day began

I went to the Internet to check in for my flight. I got the big red warning that something was amiss and to call the airline. After the typical "press one" and "please wait" messages I finally spoke to a real-life American. She informed me that my reservation had been cancelled. I called bullshit. She said I should contact my travel agent. I explained the deal to my wonderful agent. She called bullshit and said the reservation was open and available right there on her computer. She called the airline and fixed everything.

These are the headaches of travel. Welcome to my life. This is not the first time this has happened. Missed and cancelled flights, lost hotel and rental car reservations are all part of a typical day for us road warriors. I have completed well in excess of 600 flights. Not many by some standards -- a boat load compared to most people. I remember a memorable year when I posted more than 125 airline flights. You do the math. I also put nearly 70,000 miles on my car that year. Now I am with a different company. I bet you can figure that reason too.

The bottom line is travel is not the fun lifestyle most of you imagine. One Hampton Inn looks a lot like that Holiday Inn Express you stayed in last week. Dining alone is never fun. But in all I have travelled the world on someone else's dollar, and seen things I never could on my own. Even a trip to Fort Wayne or the suburbs of Chicago can give you a new perspective if you just look for it. The real truth is I would rather spend eight hours staring through the slush and road detritus of Interstate 69 caking my windshield than the gray walls of a cubicle or the oil misted air of an assembly line. Dealing with the long waits of airport security beats the heck out of the long waits in commuter traffic on a daily basis.

January 13, 2009

A quick post

Alive. Breathing. Working. Travelling. It is cold. There is your update.

January 10, 2009

Weekend Funny

You can have your dancing bears. Tree rats riding water skis is mildly amusing. For real entertainment you need to see a monkey dressed like a cowboy, riding a dog, herding sheep. It would almost be worth throwing down your hard earned cash to such a sight I wager. I hear your pitiful cries, "Tell me Oh Blog Author, where can I see such a sight?" You could buy tickets to see the Big Rodeo or you can save those pennies and venture to the interwebz. That might take months of endless research with several sidetracks to p0rn sights and endless viewing of skateboarders getting their nuts wracked videos. The do-it-yourself cost could be more than over-limit fees on already tight Visa bills or ruined relationships. Your life may never be complete. You may never find the monkey dressed like a cowboy, riding a dog, herding sheep video you need to see.

Can you risk the chance of failure? That would be almost like driving right past the entrance to Grand Canyon National Park and not stopping. Such an omission could leave you scarred for life. It is simething you must see before you die. What should you do?

Trust me. I understand your severe jones to see a monkey dressed like a cowboy, riding a dog, herding sheep. I get it myself from time-to-time.

Today, I am your hero. I present Whiplash the Cowboy Monkey:



You are welcome.

January 9, 2009

I quit

There is no reason for me to ever post again. Anything political I ever wanted to say has been written, with far more eloquence than I could ever manage, even if the ghost of Hemingway guided my fingers over the keypad.

Go read this, be amazed and try to refute a single word.

Friday Five (or why eleven is my favorite number)

Friday Five; the feature that will not die. This week I am going to offer the HB movie guide edition. Here are five manly man movies you should own or rent. If you have not seen these movies your life is not complete and you should remedy the situation immediately. These are the movies you must stop and watch, no matter where they are in the film as you surf the channels.

In no particular order:

Jeremiah Johnson

The Duelists

Cool Hand Luke (possibly the greatest movie ever made)

The Dark KnightYes, it is that good.

Enter the Dragon

Dirty Harry

Yeah, I know, that is six.

Honorable mention:

Any Bruce Lee movie
Any of the Dirty Harry movies
The Any Which Way movies
Donovan's Reef
Star Wars
Billy Jack
Robin Hood (the Errol Flynn version)
Any Raquel Welch movie -- especially the Kansas City Bomber
Any Esther Williams movie

comedies and westerns will be addressed in a separate post.

What did I miss?

January 8, 2009

Update

Wow what a morning. Work and private issues have kept me hopping. I have not had time to read blogs, newspapers, anything.

The net result is I am wiped out right now. I have nothing for you. I think I will treat myself to lunch out today.

This is a post, just a lousy one.

January 7, 2009

Random Ramblings

The wife comes home from work yesterday and something she never does -- turns on Oprah. I don't know why, I guess she was bored. The Oprah had some doctor as a guest and he was talking about ways to live longer. I heard him say that doubling the amount of sex you have in a year can add three years to your life. It is literally true that if your wife turns you down she is killing you. I looked at the wife and asked if she heard that. Without missing a beat she pointed out that two times zero is still zero. I could not think of a single smart reply. I still can't, and I guess it may be too late.

For some reason I have been afflicted with unbelievable amounts of gas lately -- nasty odoriferous mustard anal bombs of the worst kind. I was at the store yesterday picking up the ingredients to make some baked manicotti. I reached in for some frozen chopped spinach and felt the urge. I looked around an not a soul was in the aisle. I pushed my cart and let it fly. I stopped to get some cheese on the next aisle and heard a woman exclaim " Oh my god, what is that smell?"

You have to be thankful for the little victories life gives you.

This is not a drill

Gas is up here $0.60/gal since last week. The Dems in Congress have done NOTHING to ensure we are safe from spiking crude prices. In fact, there are rumblings they will impose the offshore drilling bans they let expire just before the election. We have oil reserves, why are we letting imported oil affect our economy and foreign policy? Yes, we should investigate alternative fuels. Yes we should conserve, but most importantly we should create jobs, lessen our dependence on foreign oil and drill, drill, drill. I have yet to hear an argument against this policy that makes any sense. As Nathan pointed out in the comments to a previous post, the best economic stimulus is cheap gas. If The Obama and Democrats really want to help the middle class and the poor and the working men and women of this nation they would immediately do everything in their power to find and produce domestic oil. Wake up, see what happens when the suppliers cut off the flow of fuel like the Russians have done to the EU. Since the days of Jimmah Carter we have heard that we need to wean ourselves from foreign oil. Now is the time. Drill now.

January 6, 2009

I hate Democrats

I have come to the conclusion each and every elected Democrat is a thug, a hypocrite and a liar. If a Repub was even accused of this he would have to resign -- last week.

1977

Ice, snow, rain, we have it all today in the heart of Indiana. The boy was a bit down, all of the area schools were on a 2-hour delay, but not his.

I see the Obama is offering the equivalent of 40 bucks a month in tax savings as a stimulus package. Of course that will cost us all tens of thousands of dollars each after the interest, since the Government will have to borrow the money. The dollar falls, prices for international goods will rise -- especially oil -- and the extra $1.00 a gallon in gas prices will eat that $40 in no time. But hey, those who do not pay taxes will get some extra money and we all will feel good. Even if each of us spends that $40 every month at the local WalMart or corner bookstore, it will have no effect on the economy. If you want to help, buy a house. Buy a car. Get that new appliance or recliner.

I made up a chicken casserole last night it was not too bad. The boy ate four helpings, so I guess he liked it. It was my own recipe, cobbled from three different ones I found. It will need just a tweak or two the next time I try it. Now I have to think of something for tonight's supper. I like doing the cooking. I do not mind cleaning up, but I hate trying to please my passel of picky eaters.

January 5, 2009

Beginings

Good Morning Utah -- and to the rest of the States. And hola, bonjour, gutentag etc. to all you foreigners out there. We are starting a new day, a new work week, and a new year today. I am sorry to report the first Monday of 2009 feels just like any other Monday. It is only different in that I have a ton of work to do after taking the last two weeks off. Sometimes it is just not worth it to take a vacation.

Well it looks like the Atlanta Braves Indianapolis Colts choked again in the playoffs. Another outstanding season followed by postseason disappointment. That seems to be the theme for my favorite teams these days. Maybe I should rent myself out as a fan. If you have a team you hate, I could root for them so they would lose when it matters most. That could be a lucrative side business I think. Oh well, four months to opening day. This just might be the Cubs year...

It sounds like the morning brew has finished. I better grab a cup of java and look at the emails.

January 3, 2009

Listening to You

The wife gifted me a DVD of The Who Live at the Isle of Wight 1970 for Christmas. All I can say is WOW. In this film The Who are at their pounding best. In the days before light shows and dancing, the music was the show.

I am reading a book about one of my favorite bands, the progressive rock group YES. At the first meeting of the band legendary drummer Bill Buford showed up with the words 'Fuck Moon' written on his shoes. The jazz-influenced Buford thought Keith Moon a simple pounding hack.

I am not nuanced enough to make a judgement, but there is no doubt Keith Moon attacks his drums with abandon in the concert. From the first note he plays with an intensity only matched by John Bonham from Led Zep. In the middle of the set, Moon broke the head of his bass drum and plays side-saddle while the tech replaces the head. Townsend does not miss a beat and launches a seamless solo to cover the repair. I am glad the producers did not edit this out, this is what live performances are all about and makes the footage even better.

If you are even a casual fan of The Who, like I am, this is a DVD you do not want to miss.

January 2, 2009

Friday Five

Friday Five; the feature that will not die. This week I am going to offer the HB movie guide edition. Here are five war movies you should own or rent. If you have not seen these movies your life is not complete and you should remedy the situation immediately.

In no particular order:

Zulu

The Battle of the Bulge

Tora Tora Tora

The Blue Max


The Fighting 69th

honorable mention:

The Alamo (John Wayne edition)
Saving Private Ryan
Midway
The Paths of Glory
Gettysburg
We were Soldiers
Hamburger Hill
Glory
Band of Brothers
Patton

What did I leave off that I should see?

Insert title here

I spent yesterday taking down the tree and packing the Christmas decorations. The house looks decidedly un-festive. It is all a little depressing actually. I will take down the wreaths and lights outside today. Now we only have the bitter cold of January to look forward to.

Football is rapidly drawing to a close. Only 12 NFL teams are still playing and that number will dwindle fast for the next few weeks until only two cities care about the Super Bowl (three if you count the host city). It looks like we can almost see the end of the seemingly ten thousand college Bowl game marathon.

There is not much else going on. Everyone is winding down their break/vacation and it is back to the real world of work and school next week.

What are you doing today?

January 1, 2009

Artificial starting points

Here we stand at the beginning of a New year. I am not one given to writing sappy year-in-review posts, so let it suffice to say good riddance to 2008. You could not leave fast enough for me.

Will 2009 be better? I think we have not seen the bottom of the economy. I am continually amazed that people cannot read history and draw conclusions. The steps taken by Hoover in the early days of the Great Depression have been mirrored by the lamest of ducks Bush administration. The Obamaites are calling for FDR-like intervention. Most historians and economists will admit those steps lengthened the depression. Yet here we go again.

In the interest of my health I just cannot get do worked up about things I cannot control. The past year has left me speechless regarding the basic stupidity of people.

It is the first of the year, so it must be resolution time. I resolve to have more patience with my family, co-workers and my fellow man. I will try to be a better father and husband. I will work harder. I will try to be a better servant of my God. I will try to live a healthier life. These are the same things I pray for every day anyhow.

I wish each and every one of you a Happy New Year, may it be in every way better than the last.

December 31, 2008

Happy New Year

If you drink, don't drive.

December 30, 2008

Good to the last drop

Is there any thing better than the smell of coffee as you open a brand new can?

December 29, 2008

I wish I had written that

Go read GuyK's rant for today. He is right on the mark. I will add it makes me sick that the MSM cannot accurately report it was HAMAS who was bombing Israel -- these attacks are retaliation.

To what key do you tune a ukulele?

It was a good Sunday. The Patriots and the Cowboys will both be sitting home watching the playoffs. Life is good. The Bears choked away their slim chance, but the Colts won, so the happiness/disappointment see-saw is leveled somewhat.

It occurred to me yesterday I sound like a total hick sometimes when I talk. At 46 it is probably too late to fix that.

Today is ostensibly a work day. I am not sure what I am to do -- every single one of my customers is closed. I am caught up on expenses and paperwork. I guess I will peruse the Internet and look for leads. BTW, do you have the need to buy several thousand bearings or know someone who does? I just thought I would ask...

We had a gift exchange at my wife's family Christmas Eve. It was one of those deals where the gifts are not for a specific person, but where the people are given numbers and you chose a gift in order. When your turn comes you may chose a gift or take one someone else has chosen. It is kind of fun. Anyway, my wife got a scrapbook of her mother's old pictures. It includes a picture of her Mom and Dad together, she has never had a picture of them together before, so she was pleased. Inside are all kinds of old family pictures. Boy my wife has had some funky hairdos over the years. The big hair and glasses in the 1980's are a riot. Of course I look the same as ever; suave skinny and dashing....hah!

Happy Monday to you.

December 28, 2008

The boring aspect of life

Crazy times. We had January-like weather last week with single digit temps and sub-zero wind chills. This weekend we had late March weather. The temperature hit 67 yesterday! Last night we had tornado watches as a cold front came through to bring us back to near normal weather. It was nice going to the grocery in a t-shirt though.

I scored some tickets to the Colts final home game this season. We will be off in a bit. I got the seats for half of face value. That is OK since the starters will likely only play half the game at best. I know they are not great seats, but my wife and youngest will get to see their first NFL game live.

Some friends came over last night. We went to eat some Mexican food. When we returned, the other guy and I retired to the garage to smoke a cigar and drink a few beers while the women gossiped. Then we played some Euchre. My buddy and I handily won every game. Lots of talking and joking so we played slowly. I made up a batch of cocktail weenies and some brownies. There was dip and snacks as well. I ate too much and had a great time.

As you can see I have nothing of interest or value to report. The seconds and hours tick by, the calender flips its pages and I am alive. That is plenty for me. It just does not make interesting reading for you. And so it goes.

December 27, 2008

Extreme Pigmy Sex

Good morning blogworld. I trust you had an enjoyable Holiday and a Merry Christmas? Everyone here seems pretty content. I did not get the one item I specifically asked for, I am now 0-20 at least in the Christmas sex category.

Last weekend it was two degrees outside. The weather quack is forecasting a high in the mid-sixties today! The high tomorrow will be back into the mid-thirties. Crazy, I tell you.

Some friends are coming over tonight, so we will have to straiten up the Christmas booty and do some cleaning in a bit. If this warm weather sticks there will be some beer drinking and cigar smoking going on in the old garage.

I had the weirdest dream last night. You all were at my house (it was not my house really, but it was in the dream)for a blog meet. The regulars were all there and some people I did not know. What was weird was that you all knew me by sight, but I did not know most of you. I also had on this most hideous shirt, one I would never wear, so I know it was just my tortured mind. It was weird stuff, I tell you. I guess my mind was telling me I need to post something.

December 24, 2008



Merry Christmas
Best wishes to you and your family.

December 23, 2008

This is how you write a post

Fresh coffee warms the mug. My knuckles are cracked and poised above the keyboard. I scratch at my hair and the dry skin on my back. Nothing. I read my blogroll, looking for inspiration, something to steal. They all said it better. I jump to the on-line newspaper. No inspiration there. The furnace and fireplace are working, there is that...yawn...It is cold. Well it is winter fer cripes sakes...I stare at the screen. Blink, blink, blink -- damn you cursor. I hit return to start a new paragraph. Back space a few times. Maybe I will do a quick spellcheck. Only two words wrong so far, a very good day, indeed.

I could post an old picture of my kids. No one wants to see that. Politics, ho hum. I am not in the mood to research and crank out a piece on the bailouts. History?, I can see your eyes glazing over with boredom already. A quick Google search informs me today is Festivus -- I do not need to elaborate for Seinfeld fans. Can we be honest? Festivus makes as much sense as Kwanzaa. Although I suppose every religion seems a little silly to non-believers.

I jump over and check my work emails. I am supposed to be on vacation.

I have a snippet of music running through my head. I cannot identify it. The words are just da da dit dit di-ditdit da da. It is just that same short line looping endlessly. Some times I find my self singing along: da da dit dit di-ditdit da da. Do you know that tune? Maybe it is a sea chanty. I have been deep into P O'B again.

Walker, one of my long-time readers has had a terrible Christmas. Go offer support. She has lost her house to a fire. She is safe, her pets are safe.

My coffee is gone. There are words on the screen. I guess you have to be satisfied with quantity over quality -- nothing new around here. What you see is a morning's work. I guess I will not quit my day job for a columnist gig. Have a good day.

December 22, 2008

poijuewrty

Damn its cold. The home page says it is a blistering 1 (one) degree outside. That is -17 C for you Canuks and Euro types. That does not even include the windchill! Now the good news -- my furnace is broken again. It is a whopping 60 in the house right now. The wife is really pissed because the gas fireplace will not work. I had the gas turned off last summer because I thought it was ridiculous to pay $12.75 a month for a product I did not even use (the furnace is forced air electric only the fireplace is gas). I never got around to having it turned back on. I told her C'est la vie, baby. She was not amused.

Some of you have read the mushy story of my first date with my now-wife. Well that fated night was thirty years ago today. I told her last night that one of us sure looks a lot older now. When I tried to fool around she rebuffed me. Can you believe that? Maybe she was just cold (see above)?

I have to see about lighting a fire in the wastebasket, my fingers are too cold to type any more...

December 21, 2008

A new MeMe, play along

You always see those big list Memes on what have you done, where have you been. Here is a different list. I have compiled a list of things I have never done. I make no promises about the future though:

I have never been ice skating.

I have never been snow skiing ( have you seen the pictures of the mountains of central Indiana?).

I have never visited a Bangkok whorehouse.

I was never successful at learning to ride a unicycle.

I gave never read any of the Ayn Rand books.

I have never bowled a perfect game or shot a hole-in-one.

I have never visited New York City. I have been around it a lot, driven across Manhattan, but never spent time "in the city".

I have not eaten the liver or still beating heart of my just vanquished mortal enemy.

I have not been to Australia (but I might go later this year!)

I have never attended a blog meet, and likely never will. I have met three bloggers and talked to one or two others on the phone.

I have never had a STD, but I caught the crabs once when my college roommate let a skank sleep in my bed one weekend while I was home. I have tried to block it out, but I am reasonably certain he screwed her on my bed. No one bothered to tell me I should probably change the sheets. I do not mind he got lucky on my bed, but courtesy says I should have gotten a heads up.

I have never seen the Grand Canyon.

I have never admitted publicly to snorting coke in my youth. I am still not saying either way. Apropos of nothing, LSD is scary shit.

I never shot a man in Reno, just for snoring. I have also never been arrested.

I have never pissed on the Jefferson Davis Memorial at his birthplace in Kentucky.

I have never been deep sea fishing.

I have never been to Vegas.

I did not have sex with that woman, Monica Lewinsky.

What haven't you done?

LHJGsgoranma

Good morning Blog World. I sure spent a lazy day yesterday. I watched several movies, including Jeremiah Johnson. This movie is on the approved HB list of "movies you outta see". I think I am going to pop in The Great Escape to view later this morning. I might even get to The Blue Max later today, unless the wife comes up with some projects (she will). I did not sit on my ass all day, I did make a pit of chili for supper.

My wife and daughter made a ton of various Christmas candies and are going to make Christmas sugar cookies later today. I promised to make a batch of Pecan Tassies, so I will have to get on that this morning some time as well.I also have to finish my Christmas shopping at some point. I guess my movie watching might be limited after all.

Have a great Sunday.

December 20, 2008

Ghost of Christmas Past volume II



My oldest son, he was around three here. Santa ticked him off by not knowing the names of particular Ninja Turtles and bad guys. I know this because we have it on video as well.

December 19, 2008

Urgent Update

Listening to classic rock, surfing the web and smoking a fine cigar (Rocky Patel vintage 1992) is not a bad way to spend a Friday vacation day.

I did answer one work phone call I wish I hadn't, and I have made a few work phone calls as a result, but still all in all a fine day in the heart of Indiana.

Return of the Friday Five

It is probably too late for that last minute Christmas gift, but here are five good reads for the history buff in your life. I consider these to be some of the best works of history because they are well researched, factually correct, and most importantly, very entertaining. You cannot go wrong searching for these at your favorite bookstore, on-line seller or the local Library. I am such a pal I have even provided the amazon link for you.

1. The Washing of the Spears by Donald Morris.
You saw the movie Zulu, now read the definitive history of the Zulu Nation. Shaka, Chelmsford and Rorke's Drift -- they are all in there, and as is often the case, the truth is better than fiction.

2. At Dawn We Slept by Gordon Prange.
The story of Pearl Harbor as seen from both sides.

3.The Personal Memoirs of Ulysses Grant by U.S. Grant
Simply one of the best autobiographies ever written. I would also recommend the Memoirs of Wm T. Sherman, it is harder to find but offers unique perspective from Grant's.

4. D-Day by Stephen Ambrose.
I think this was better than Band of Brothers.

5. The Guns of August by Barbara Tuchman.
In my opinion Tuchman was one of the greatest historians of all time. She was able to couple history and storytelling in a way few have been able to duplicate. This book details the events leading up to and the opening month of WWI. This is one of the finest history books ever written.

I would also recommend The Frontiersman by Alan Eckert. This book is a highly researched work of fiction, but the narrative sticks with painstaking accuracy to historical fact. This novel is the story of the opening of Kentucky and the Northwest Territory. If you think a dry historical narrative is not your cup of tea, I suggest you start with this book. Then try the others listed above and I bet you will find them just as fascinating.

December 18, 2008

Ramping Down

Today is the last day of work, I am on vacation until January (use it or lose it). I got most major stuff out of the way this week. Expenses are caught up. Emails are answered.

The wife and I did a boatload of Christmas shopping last night. We blew through a serious wad of cash, let me tell you. Since she had purchased exactly two gifts prior to last night, and we got almost everything bought, it was a pretty good night.

Let me pause here to explain to Sammy The Dude that the previous two paragraphs are not related. I am aware of it. When I want your remarks and opinion on English Composition I will email you.

I fixed a dish for my wife to take to work for a pitch-in. Now my hands smell of green onions.

As I will be coasting the next few days, I may or may not have posts worth reading. My best advice is to check back often.

Maybe more later.

December 17, 2008

A very long way to make a point

There is a low long black wall on the Mall in our nation's Capitol that lists the names of the men and women who paid the ultimate sacrifice in Southeast Asia. Over 50,000 names are inscribed on that Wall. The war in Vietnam raged while I was young boy. I was 13 when Saigon fell. I know people that served in this time, but none of my relatives died for their country in the jungles or mountains fighting the spread of insidious Communism.

For most families of the 1960's, our daily lives were not changed by the war. It was five minutes on the evening news. Contrary to popular belief, only a minority of college students were actively marching on Chicago or planning to bomb the Pentagon in cahoots with William Ayres. The only time the War really intruded into the lives of ordinary Americans was when a neighbor lost a son, or when Cronkite lied about Tet. If we look at our families in the time of the Civil War we would see a much different effect on everyday life.

There was hardly a family that did not have at least a son, a brother, a father or uncle serving in one of the Armies. There was real hardship and suffering on the home front. Foodstuffs were scarce, especially in the South. The toll on the young men who fought in the four years of war was huge. Over 500,000 men died. An estimated 1/4 of the youth of the Southern States died. A generation destroyed. The carnage was exceptional. 53,000 at Gettysburg. 27,000 at Antietam. 6,000 Federal soldiers were casualties in just hours at Marye's Heights in the assault on Fredricksburg. The Battles of the Civil War are now legend. Bull Run, The Seven Days, Shiloh, Perryville, Vicksburg, Antietam, Vicksburg, Gettysburg, Chicamauga, Missionary Ridge, Cold Harbor, The Wilderness, Atlanta, Nashville, Petersburg and Appomattox recall death and destruction the likes our country has not seen since.

To put it into perspective, if the casualty rates for the Civil War had been duplicated in WWII, the US would have lost 6.2 MILLION soldiers! Think on that.

Now ponder this. In the effort to distribute wealth, to elevate the working class, to make sure every citizen was guaranteed equal success (as opposed to opportunity), Lenin and Stalin killed an estimated 20 million Russians. It is estimated Mao murdered an even greater number. When Hillary Clinton and Obama describe themselves as Early Twentieth Century Progressives, these are the people they are trying to emulate.

You should sit down and seriously think about your freedoms. Is the America where the Government tries to force you to drink a certain kind of soda a country of Freedom? Is this what our families suffered and died for in the hills of Tennessee or the jungles of the Mekong Delta? Did your grandfather live through the trenches of Petersburg or France to see a nanny state usurp your rights without a fight? The next time you drop your vote into the ballot box you should see just what your candidate means when he boasts a progressive platform. Hope and Change just might not be the future you thought it was.

Maybe I should make this more simple. The Sons of Liberty threw tea into Boston Harbor over a 5% tax. Where are the howls of outrage in New York as the Governor tries to impose a 15% tax on a soft drink? Is this what we have become in America? Why isn't there an immediate call for impeachment?

Are we going to stand by as the President Elect proclaims he will destroy the one source of abundant energy in the country, promising your heating bills will skyrocket? I can only pray our ancestors who died for the freedoms of all Americans are not in the jury when we come before judgment.

December 16, 2008

Heroes


General George H. Thomas defeated and routed the Confederate Army of Tennessee under the command of John Hood at the Battle of Nashville on December 15 and 16, 1864. Thomas effectively destroyed organized Confederate resistance in the Western Theater.

Most of you have probably never heard of General George Thomas. Sherman said Thomas was the best General on either side of the War. Known as the Rock of Chicamauga for saving the Union Army at Chicamauga, Thomas was an able general. He took command of the artillery at the center of the Union lines at Stones River and was commander of Union Forces at the Battle of Mill Springs -- the first significant Northern victory of the Civil War. Thomas was beloved by his soldiers.

General George Henry Thomas was a graduate of West Point and served in the Seminole and Mexican Wars. A native of Virginia, he sided with the Union when Virginia succeeded. As a result, Thomas was disowned by his family and it has been reported that his sisters turned his picture to the wall, never to see him again. After the war his family refused money from Thomas.

George Henry Thomas is one of my heroes. My oldest son bears Thomas as a middle name in honor of this magnificent American.

Ghosts of Christmas Past



Someone is sure not happy about having to share the rocker, or the picture, or something. The particular pursing of the mouth is famous on my Mother's side of the family. Otter does the same thing when he is vexed.

click to largerize.

December 15, 2008

Hope and Change: A New Dynamic

I am no Luddite. I embrace change when it brings good to the world or more importantly to me. I am not in favor of change for change sake. I guess that is why I never fell under the swoon of The Obama. Hope and change needs to be a bit more defined before I jump on that bandwagon.

I recently picked up an important purchase at the local WalMart. Emblazoned on the package was a flashy banner promoting the most recent changes to the product. Why do marketing people feel the need to tinker with a perfectly good foodstuffs? I ask you, dear reader, do we really need hourglass shaped marshmallow bits in our Lucky Charms? Back in the day we had the obvious depictions of luck-inducing items: hearts, moons and clovers. The fine folks at General Mills added rainbows. Then they decided we needed horseshoes. I thought that was going a tad far, but at least they were symbols of luck. But an hourglass? What are you thinking, Lucky Charms guy?

I challenge you to name one culture that looks upon the hourglass as lucky. Was Dorothy pleased when the Witch dropped off that big-assed hourglass high in the tower? That red sand and evil portal to a grieving Auntie Em back in Kansas is the stuff of little kid nightmares. When playing Boggle do you view the hourglass as anything but an enemy as you frantically search the random letters for a word that no one else knows? As a child I was struck by the ominous voice of McDonald Carey intoning the mysterious "Like sands through the hourglass, so are the Days of our Lives". Time is not our friend. Tick tick we grow older every minute. The seconds and minutes turn to hours and days, a never-ending reminder of our mortality. Every grain of sand in life's hourglass is a kiss you missed, a hug, a laugh, a tear gone by. Nothing good or lucky comes from the idea of an hourglass.

I look at a handful of Lucky Charms -- the weird-shaped Cheerios rejects interspersed with the hearts, the moons, the clovers and the rainbows. I see the hourglass marshmallows and the questions nag my active mind. Why? Why? Why?

December 14, 2008

Things I wished I had written, volume 103

Due to the current economic conditions I won’t be celebrating Kwanzaa this year.

--James Old Guy

Putting tips for beginners

Have you ever behaved in a complete boorish manner? Have you embarrassed your kids or your wife with your lack of patience? Do you know you are being a jerk, but just cannot help yourself?

Me neither.

December 13, 2008

Weekend Funny

Quote of the day:

"Whatever you give a woman, she will make greater. If you give her

Sperm, she'll give you a baby. If you give her a house, she'll give you

A home. If you give her groceries, she'll give you a meal. If you give

Her a smile, she'll give you her heart. She multiplies and enlarges what

Is given to her.

So, if you give her any crap, be ready to receive a ton of shit.

December 12, 2008

I need answers now.

What is it with you people on the west coast? Those who live in the Central time zone spurn me as well. I am one of you. Look at this, 65% of my hits come from the Eastern Time zone:

Some one has some explaining to do.

Thought for the day

It occurs to me that every time I think I have the world by the tail, it is just an opportunity for it to circle around and bite me in the ass.

In other news, the wife still cannot talk. It was fun at first, but now I find having one-sided conversations is a little boring.

December 11, 2008

A solution

We were at dinner yesterday. I took the family to rare meal out. There was a large group next to us, and is often the case, the discussions were rather loud as a person at one end of the table talked to one at the other end. The discussions were centering on the auto bailout. "What we outta do", says one guy, "is just give Michigan to Canada. Detroit is just a hellhole, criminal drain. The Canadians love that socialist health care and government industry concept". He added "Shit, most of Michigan is north of Ontario anyway, it just makes sense". The man opined we would still get the cars, as a lot of assembly is already done in Canada. He regaled his table with the story of his one and only trip to Michigan, including the decrepit Holiday Inn,witnessing a robbery on the 'mugger mover' while heading for dinner in Greektown.

I thought about some of my trips to Michigan and Detroit. Maybe the guy had a point.

December 10, 2008

The greatest invention ever

Keesie has a picture of the most perfect invention. My two mostest favorite "B"s together. The stuff of fantasies I tell you...

Here is a thought

Here is an idea, if the American Taxpayer is providing the cash to keep the Big Three pumping out cars, part of the provisions should be that all of the big three-owned component and assembly plants for cars and trucks must be located in the USA. All plants in Canada and Mexico must be shuttered and the half idled plants in the US retooled to build American Cars in America. If the Canadian Government wants to keep the Windsor Assembly plant open they can contribute to the bailout loans.


Here is another point of view. CLick this link.

Two ways to improve your short game

The wife has been fighting a nasty cold for several days. This morning it has settled in her chest and throat. I offered to give her a deep chest massage last night, but she turned me down flat.

Anyway, this morning she can barely talk. All she can muster is a husky whisper. As she left for work, I advised her to try to talk as little as possible. I also pointed out that a wife that cannot talk is a man's dream.

I am pretty sure she flipped me off.

Surely not?

December 9, 2008

Conundrum

I spent the day at a big three automotive plant yesterday. The talk of a bailout was a hot topic of conversation from the management to the engineers to the UAW guys on the line. Most of them felt just as we do, pissed off it is necessary. Further, they do not understand why there is so much anger when all they are asking is for loans. The Government gave, and continues to give money to banks and insurance giants, with no strings attached. No banking Czar has been appointed, no one is telling them to manage their business in a certain way. The large Wall Street firms have reported they will be paying bonuses to mid and high level executives this year. The Big Three are asking for loans and they will only get them if we allow the government to tell them how to run their business.

Should we be bailing out the big three? I do not know. Bankruptcy will kill little vendors like my company if the automakers only pay cents on the dollar for the widgets we provide. Do they need to change the way they do business? Sure, but we need to face reality. One, Americans do not like to drive small cars, no matter what the press tells you. Statistics show that Truck, SUV and van sales are UP since the price of gas has fallen. Environweenies can suck it, that is the way it is. Two, does anyone really believe a government official is the person to tell the automakers how to run a business? The people who brings the BMV, the Social Security Admin, the IRS? The same Congresspeople who have created the foreclosure/lending mess that poked the holes in hull of this foundering ship of economics? The same Government that brings us $20 hammers and $50 toilet seats? The same Congresspeople who approved the Bridge to Nowhere? The same geniuses who think it is good business to pay farmers not to plant and refuse to drill for our own oil?

At this point we have to look at it as a loan, it worked pretty well for Chrysler thirty years ago, why not try it again. What is a few billion among friends?

December 7, 2008

A day that will live in infamy


A day that shall live in infamy
On December 7, 1941 the United States was attacked by an unprovoked antagonist against military and civilian targets in the territory of Hawaii. The death and destruction was even greater than that at the WTC and Pentagon attacks of 9/11.

Killed and Missing

Navy 2,008
Marine Corps 109
Army 218
Civilian 68
total 2,403

Wounded
Navy 710
Marine 69
Army 364
Civi;ian 68
Total 1,178

Grand total of casualties = 3,581

This attack brought the United States into WW II, where the greatest generation saved the world for Democracy. Our thanks: hatred by the French and Germans, desecration of American graves in Normandy and displays in our own country that blame the US for Japan's attack. I have not forgotten the lives and sacrifices made by my forbears. Thank you.

I will not forget Pearl Harbor.

Three tips to improve your golf swing

I am up early this Sunday morning. I was having some strange dreams again. There were no wolves this time, it was far worse; I was dreaming about work. Nothing ruins a night of slumber like dreams about work. It makes me one pissed off boy when I get up. I blame the horseradish I had on my prime rib for dinner.

I have been travelling virtually non-stop the last three weeks, I got home late on Friday, I have to leave tonight on another trip and I spend my Saturday night dreaming about work! No wonder I am depressed and angry.

So how is your weekend going so far? Is your shopping done yet? I have the trees up and decorated, the wife has most of the house decorated inside. I still have to do the outside. At this point I think I am going to just string some lights in the bushes and be done with it.

I went and put on some pants. I was cold. You did not know I was blogging in my pajamas did you? Don't get yourselves all hot and bothered ladies (and guys who lean that way). I sleep in an old T-shirt and cotton gym shorts. The shorts do have small holes in the back where they are falling apart from age. You can see my tighty-whities if I bend over. You are panting with desire now aren't you?

As I look out of the living room window I see a pink tinge to the sky. I guess we might see the sun today. It is supposed to be anti-Gore cold again today. I am rambling, so that is a sure sign to quit typing. Enjoy your Sunday.

December 6, 2008

A post for you

It has long been my policy to let people spout off here. Sometimes what they say is offensive. I have ridiculed idiotic commenters by changing their comments from time to time.

Recently a comment was posted that went beyond good taste. Individuals were attacked that were not even part of the discussion. As such that comment has been removed. I was delayed in this action for various reasons.

I appologize to you for leaving the said comments for too long.

whooah


Here I sit on a dark and gloomy Saturday with nothing to write about. I had three scrambled eggs for supper and there is no bacon to make me happy this morning. I even skipped the coffee. I watched a couple of old ski comedies from the 1980s on TV last night. I think I am going to pop an Esther Williams flick into the DVD player in a bit. Some of you may know Ms. Williams was my first lust.

I was looking through my archives earlier this morning. You can find much better stuff there than the crap I have published lately.

Here is an Idea. I will tell you something about me, and you tell me an intimate detail about you in the comments. It will be a crazy way to start a dialogue.

I am completely hopelessly addicted to Chapstick. I carry one with me at all times. I especially like the one with the blue label.

What quirks do you have?

December 5, 2008

Lucy, I'm hoooome

I am back form my business trip this week and getting ready to leave in an hour or two to see another customer. When things are slow I get really busy. I guess customers have more time to to pester me. This week's trip reminded me of everything I hate about airports and flying. At least after all the delays and flight cancellations I flew home late enough that the flight was not full so I had all three seats in my row to myself. The plane was only a little more than half full, I am surprised it was not cancelled to to "mechanical issues".

Anyway, I hope to get a real post up this weekend. Not that I have anything to say, but I bet you are all tired of looking at the juggler picture,

December 3, 2008

Self portrait


I have so many things in the air something has to drop. Posting will be light the next few days as life and work use up my creative juices.

Of course long-time readers should know by now such a statement usually results in a flurry of posts. Life is sure funny sometimes.

December 2, 2008

So there

I kicked myself in the ass and slapped the shit outta my face. No more bellyaching. Life is good. As Jim sings in Holiday Inn (the greatest Christmas movie ever), I've got plenty to be thankful for...

It snowed on and off all day, but there wasn't much accumulation. Now it finally feels like winter and the Christmas season. The wife got a lot of the house decorated. She has a ton of Christmas stuff and replaces every trinket and wall hanging with a Christmas-themed item. The house is very country and filled with primitives and "stuff" so that is a lot of work. The place foes look good when she is finished though. Maybe I will take some pictures when it is finally complete. She has so much stuff that she takes pictures of the arrangements so she remembers how it all goes the next year.

the balance was edited. I should not post late at night when I am tired...

December 1, 2008

questions

What is the deal with the whole "office of the President Elect" thing? He even has a special placard for his lectern. The Obama sure loves the trappings of office. Since he will be Commander in Chief, will he take to wearing a fancy uniform after he takes control? Why not, all of his socialist buddies do it -- Fidel, Chavez, Mao...

Monday

I fried up some chicken last night. I added some mashed spuds, some excellent gravy, green beans and biscuits. No one can be down and depressed when facing a platter of fried chicken and a bowl of white gravy.

The Colts pulled out an ugly win over the hapless Browns, and the Bears blew it in Minnesota. I guess the East Coast pundits have to eat it a little, maybe they crowned the Jets a little early?

I have always been a superstitious cuss. It occurred to me yesterday that the worst events in my life all happened after I started this worthless excuse of a website. Are the two related? My brain says heck no. My superstitious voodoo fearing insides say quit now before things get really ugly. I know what you are saying, is he really that crazy? Let me put it this way, I used to make decisions by flipping a series of wooden nickles I kept in a cotton bag. Should I ask that girl on a date? Flip, flip, flip. I got my wife that way.

Of course I could be making it all up. I could be a 350 pound transvestite typing away in the library before heading off to work as sous chef at the local Dennys. It is the Internet people.

November 30, 2008

Sunday

I m searching in vain among my DVD collection for a movie that will offer some comic relief for the mess that is my current life. There is no need to go into details, let us just say Murphy has taken up full time residence at my abode. That isn't a monkey on my back but a stinky hairy silverback Fosse-humpin gorilla right out of the mist. I know, my problems are small compared to others, but it is my party and I'll cry all I friggin' want.

It is pouring rain right now, with a promise of snow by this afternoon. The oldest kids returned to their respective institutions of higher learning last evening, so I need not worry about them driving in slick conditions. It was nice having everyone at home, even for a few days.

The tree is up and the wife is working on getting her various decorations in place. I pulled out the outside lights and found that 11 of the 12 strings needed are out. Not completely out, each has a section that will not come on. Past experience taught me there is little use in finding the cause, they will only go out again after you get them on the roof -- usually at the highest point. I did a quick check on each for missing or broken bulbs to no avail. I am always prepared to replace one or two strings, but I am not sure I am in a position to drop $80 bucks at WalMart for a complete replacement.

I am sick of trying to come up with interesting, attention grabbing titles for these crappy posts. I think I will start calling them bu the day of the week, or just the number. Perhaps I will call all of them "untitled".

Have a good Sunday, watch some football and remember to thank God for another day of life.

November 29, 2008

Weekend Funny

Men, here are the keys to happy life:

1. It's important to have a woman, who helps at home,
who cooks from time to time, cleans up and has a job.

2. It's important to have a woman, who can make you
laugh.

3. It's important to have a woman, who you can trust
and who doesn't lie to you.

4. It's important to have a woman, who is good in bed
and who likes to be with you.

5. It's very, very important that these four women
do not know each other.

November 27, 2008

Happy Turkey Day

Happy Thanksgiving.

Why are you here. Go eat.

I am sorry if you are a Lions Fan. I bet your day will suck...

November 26, 2008

I do not have the energy

Over the past few years we have seen numerous reports that the power grid in this country is antiquated. We are just waiting for the next major power outage. Every summer we see reports of brown-outs. As far as I know nothing has changed. No major nuclear plants have been built. I cannot remember the last time I read about a new hydroelectric power station. Obama says there will be no new coal plants built and that if the power companies try he will bankrupt them with regulations and law suits. Bidden says we should get rid of all coal powered power plants. Since coal provides roughly fifty percent of our electricity, that will be a tough road. I would guess our energy and electrical issues are only going to increase in the next four to eight years.

As I understand it, moving the US to energy-efficient electric cars is a major initiative of the new administration. If we already have energy issues, how will adding millions of electric cars help?

Has anyone thought this through?

I don't have a title, get over it

I just got back from the gas station. Can you believe $1.55/gallon the day before Thanksgiving? I can live with that.

I put up the Christmas Tree last night. The effing thing is 8-1/2 feet tall and of course half the lights did not work, so I had to make a trip to WalMart. I will probably do the outside lights Friday, if it is not too friggin cold. I love Christmas, but the decorating is becoming a royal pain. The things we do for our family.

The entire family ate supper together last night -- all five of us -- as the two oldest are home from college for Thanksgiving break. I cannot remember the last time that happened, maybe in June for the wife's birthday. There were no fights or arguments.

The wife just called while I was typing this. The ^#$@(* check engine light just came on again in the Durango. Yep, the one they supposedly fixed on Monday. I guess it is back to the shop later today.

There is plenty more pissing me off already this morning, but I am trying to be positive. I am positive this has the makings of a crappy day.

Stay tuned.

November 25, 2008

I be stoopid

I may have a less-than-intelligent looking face. At times I may sound a bit hickish when I talk. My spelling is not perfect. Yet, in all, I consider myself reasonably intelligent.

One of my larger customers must not agree. They have presented me with a proposed long-term agreement that only an idiot would sign. At least 50% of the provisions are so one-sided I can imagine no one would agree to them. The customer wants long-term sourcing and pricing, including me holding large amounts of inventory. He will give us his business unless he finds the parts cheaper somewhere else, then all bets are off. I must give guaranteed price reductions, but if any end user has a warranty claim, justified or not, I am expected to pay for all parts, labor, shipping, travel, etc. And he wants longer payment terms. In addition I must promise to give him the lowest price I sell my product, even if another customer buys ten times more of the same widget.

In summary, I give the customer the best price, assume all risk, promise to reduce prices, and he can leave at any time. Does that sound like a good deal?

I have not even given it to our company lawyers yet who will rip it further I am sure. Win-win my ass. I say jack the price and tell them to take it or leave it.

November 24, 2008

Just a little pain

I just returned from the car repair place. The check engine light was on. It looks like a couple of worn hoses were causing vacuum issues. Adding in a needed oil change I should get off pretty cheaply. I expected something worse given the number of miles on the vehicle. Of course they had to order one of the hoses, so it will not be ready until this afternoon.

A nice old guy who works part time doing such things for the dealership brought me home.

Mundane Monday

Wow what a weekend for football! I was up late watching the Colts defeat the evil Chargers, so I am tired but happy. The bears win, the Colts win and all is right in my world. Too bad the Patriots won, but one cannot get everything in life.

It looks like we are picking up speed as we hurtle down the slide of socialism. The seat of my pants is starting to get warm as we toss more money at CitGroup this time. I am sure the Big Three are next. Just think, Obama is not even in office yet.

I am off to work. There may be updates later, you should check back every fifteen minutes or so, just to be sure.

November 23, 2008

Catching Up

Sorry if it has been a while since I perused your blog. This has been a hectic week. I hope to read about your thoughts and life in the coming days. It is not that I do not love you anymore, my need to keep earning a paycheck overrides my desire to read your blog.

November 22, 2008

Warning

Some old buddies showed up between 3:30 and 4:00 this morning -- Insomnia and his cousin indigestion. Irritability came knocking not long after.

I suggest you do not screw with me today.

November 21, 2008

Who am I?

I am the daughter of a famous American Actor. I was raised in wealth and privilege. I decided the country that provided me the opportunity to also grow wealthy was a poor comparison to a totalitarian Government hell-bent on destroying freedom.

I decided to become a traitorous bitch, and went so far as to actually give aid and comfort to my country's enemies, in a time if war. I turned in POWs who tried to get me messages, resulting in punishment for my countrymen. I am lucky I was not charged with treason. I should have been.

I am Jane Fonda and I am anathema and hated by all Americans (or I should be). What I did went beyond free speech and protest to actual treason.



For Jim and GuyK and James and every other Vietnam-era Vet.

Hoosierboy Jeopardy

The answer is;

Ouga Chaka ouga! Ouga Chaka ouga! ....

Discuss among yourselves.

Travelling all week. More today. It sucks to be me (but at least it is not snowing, eh Freddie?).

I would like to say I had more to offer, but I have to get going.

I sure need the Holidays next week to rest up. I bet the wife has other plans in mind.

November 19, 2008

Who am I?

I was born in Glasgow on October 20, 1792. My uncle, a colonel, convinced the Duke of York to commission me an ensign in the 9th Foot in 1808. I served with distinction in the Peninsular War. I was twice wounded. For my efforts I was promoted to Captain and sent to the 60th Rifles. I spent the next thirty years in various posts finally becoming a colonel. I served in various regiments including the 9th and the 98th. It was with the 98th that I again proved an able commander during the Opium War of 1841-1843.

I waas finally promoted Brigadier General and posted to Calcutta. I led successful campaigns during the Second Sikh War. I was knighted in 1849 for my services. I was given command of the volatile Northwest Frontier until 1852.

I was given command of the Highland Brigade for the Crimean War, I led the victorious Highlanders at Varna and Alma. I commanded Balaclava during the siege in winter of 1854-1855. I commanded the reserve at the storming of the Redan in 1855. I was promoted to Lt. General and returned to England as Inspector General.

In 1857 the Sepoy Rebellion broke out and I was offered the post of Commander-in-chief of India. I relieved Cawnpore and the siege of Lucknow. By May of 1858 I had returned peace to Northern India. I was raised to peerage as Lord Clyde.

I returned in retirement to England in 1860, promoted to Field-Marshall. I died in 1863 and I am buried in Westminster Abbey.

I am Colin Campbell, Baron Clyde of Clydesdale.

Facts derived from The Wordsworth Dictionary of Military Biography.

November 18, 2008

Who am I?

I was born in Norwich Connecticut on January 14, 1741. I served with a militia unit in the French and Indian War at the age of 16. I ran a successful trading company and owned several ships, trading with Canada and the West Indies. Upon the outbreak of hostilities with England in 1775 I formed a militia company and marched to war. I joined with Ethan Allen in the successful attack on Fort Ticonderoga. I led an unsuccessful attack on Quebec City. In the retreat I formed a flotilla on Lake Champlain and beat back the pursing British. I returned a hero, but found myself passed over for promotion. Congress and jealous brother officers engineered this snub.

I was finally promoted to Major General after defeating the British at Danbury. I lifted the siege at Fort Stanwix and defeated the British again at the Battle of Freeman's Farm. I saved the day at Saratoga, receiving crippling wounds. I was finally promoted with backdated seniority. It was too little, too late.

As Commander of Philadelphia, I was accused of using my position to gain wealth and was put on charges. My hot young wife helped convince me Congress and brother officers were out to destroy me. I contacted the British to see if they needed someone with my obvious superior skills. I devised a plan to give the valuable stronghold of West Point to the British. I was nearly caught and barely escaped to the British lines. My British contact, John Andre was found with my plans of the fort and was executed as a spy.

The British would not trust me, British society shunned my wife and I. After the war I tried to regain my trading company, but none of my business partners would trust me, not even those in Canada or the West Indies. I died in June of 1801, misunderstood and a victim of jealousies everywhere. My name has become synonymous with Traitor.

My name is Benedict Arnold.

Brought to you through the Wordsworth Dictionary of Military Biography 1997 paperback edition. Purchased at the bargain Price of $2.99 several years ago.

November 17, 2008

Jumping on the bandwagon here, Boss

Bowing to the pressure from the Today Show, Fat in Indiana is now a green blog.

November 16, 2008

Depauw beats Wabash -- again

I have a long memory and I am known to hold grudges for years. It is a character flaw, but that is how things are. Forgiveness is not high on my list of traits.

Depauw University ended NCAA Div III number 2 ranked Wabash College's perfect season yesterday for the second year in a row at the annual Monon Bell game. In one of the oldest college football rivalries in the nation, these tiny schools bear a fierce hatred, especially in football. I learned to hate Depauw and all things related to the "Dannies". Today that I laugh and spit in Wabash's direction.

Like the goat curses the Cubs, I wish a curse upon the Little Giants of Wabash. May the Monon Bell never ring for Wabash until Beta Psi is returned. Call it the Delt curse if you will.

I won't be buying a Depauw sweatshirt, but I will root for them every November.

Karma is a cruel Bitch, eh President White?

On a completely unrelated note watch for me at the Colts football game today. I will be the one in the stands wearing a Colt's Jersey. Yep, a buddy scored some seats at unbelievable price.

November 15, 2008

Nostalgia

I miss Bugs Bunny cartoons on Saturday mornings.

My Favorites were Bugs, Speedy, Pepe and the Roadrunner. The ones with the Coyote and the sheep dog always cracked me up. I really never cared much for Foghorn Leghorn.

November 14, 2008

Friday Five

Here it is a dark and gloomy Friday and I have nothing of import to share with you. This is not a new phenomenon as long-time participants in this experiment can attest. Sometimes one can spend hours in esoteric navel-gazing and still find nothing more interesting than a piece of sweater lint. I am bored with politics. The proverbial bed has been made and we are about to slumber with the bedbugs and lice and assorted other creepy-crawlies the electorate threw on the soiled sheets. So much for hope and change, the only change being the new administration will be made up of Clinton attack dogs and hard-core Democrats.

The economic issues we face are so far above my paygrade and understanding we might as well discuss quantum physics and the intricacies of subatomic theory. All I know is the gears of our industrial might are grinding together and the metal shards ground off will affect the chugging engine of commerce in bad, bad ways. It is a sad day when our choices are to watch the banking and industrial sectors of our economy fail or have them propped up through Government ownership and communistic tactics. Both choices are akin to dying by either a thousand knife cuts or a quick bullet. In the end you are just as screwed.

All of this gloom and doom sure sets the stage for a happy Friday, eh?

I am off next week to Sodom-on-the-Hudson for the semi-annual sales beat-down. I would rather have chop-sticks thrust in my ears than go this time. The prognosis for business in 2009 is poor at best and the message will be a resounding "do something about it". Does anyone really believe I sat around until my sales were cut by half, heard the bossman say "Hey, go get more business" before I gave any effort at all? WTF have I been doing for the last year as my quarterly bonus/commission disappeared like Obama's promises of Hope and Change and tax cuts?

So here I sit, nothing to say, yet filling a whole post with negativity. Life is like a bag of barbies, man: a real downer. Finance, politics, business, work, lack o' nooky, the gray cold weather, the Cubs, all have me low. I feel the onset of the mean reds, Holly Golightly's description of life beyond even feeling blue. The past year has been a struggle on multiple fronts. I know I am not alone. As the Holidays approach I hope to find my equilibrium, set my controls for the heart of the sun and look at a bright future.

Maybe I just need some bacon and a kick in the ass.

November 13, 2008

November 12, 2008

Wednesday Wanderings

I've nothing today, and very little time to tell you that information.

I'm off to drum up some new business this afternoon. You all know me as a positive, the-glass-is-half-full kind of guy, but this one is an uphill battle.

I made out my task list yesterday. Wow, I have a lot of work to do.

No matter what the Otter says, smart people know bacon rules. In fact, I am working on a recipe that involves either bacon wrapped pork chops or bacon wrapped sausage...I think I need to work a little ham in there and some gravy....How about a bacon wrapped sausage link deep fried on a stick like a corndog...mmmm corndog...

I made some blueberry muffins for the boy last night.

For those of you in the Muncie area the oldest boy and his band will be on the Ball State public access channel Thursday night as the musical guest on the evening talk show. I am not sure the name of the program -- Muncie Live or Ball State live?

I cannot think of even one song by the Steve Miller Band I can stand to listen to for more than five seconds.

Have you ever reached for your toothbrush in the morning and suddenly you are not sure if yours is the blue one or the yellow one? After you decide to use the blue one, you think maybe you used the yellow one yesterday? After nearly 25 years of marriage I still do not want to share my wife's toothbrush. Maybe I need to put a sticky note on the mirror that just simply states "Blue".

November 11, 2008

Veteran's Day


Eleven minutes after the eleventh hour on the eleventh day of the eleventh month...

I would like to offer a sincere and heartfelt Thank You to each and every one of my readers, your family or friends who donned the uniform of our country to defend our freedoms. I do not possess the vocabulary to express my gratitude.

November 10, 2008

On Being and Nothingness

Gas is $1.82/gallon in my little town. I can live with that.

Representatives from the Obama administration say one of the first acts when The Obama takes over is they will overturn the Presidential Directive that allows drilling for oil in Utah.

Get ready for $4.00/gallon or more gas again next summer, people. I guess somehow by magic, alternative fuels will be available to put in my car by then, or is the government going to just buy me a new "runs on magical fuel" car? That should not be too hard since the Obamaites are set on buying up the Big Three (or should we call them the Big 2,4,5?) We have to continue to support the UAW.

Along with higher prices on everything you want to buy (since businesses will pass the higher taxes to the end user), refusal to drill for our own domestic oil will push inflation to levels not seen in recent times.

Let us see, gas lines, runaway inflation and high unemployment. Welcome back in charge Jimmah Carter to the Presidency B. Obama. The only bright side is I can gloat and say "I told you so" to all of you economically ignorant mofos voting for hope and change.

Put that in your gas tank and see how far you get.

Sartre was an ass

Peter Sellers was one funny guy.

Two truths for a Monday

November 9, 2008

La Jeux Sont Fait

The boy went to his first real "dance" last night. He had to wear a tie and shoes that weren't made for a tennis court or basketball floor -- real dress up black oxfords. He was not thrilled when I told him he had to button the top button on his dress shirt. I think he had a good time. His date straightened his thick wavy hair. He was not thrilled by that, but told his Mom "it was her dance". I told him to get used to it, that is a woman's goal in life -- to change her man. The wife told me to shut up and go change my shirt.

The wife and I went to Indy to see a movie last night. On the way home I saw a house with a Christmas tree in the window. Too early I think, and I love Christmas.

I had some strange ass dreams last night. In one portion, I was driving a long trip and pulled into the parking lot of a gas station/convenience store to get a little rest, refreshment, and gas. I was dozing in the passenger seat when an old lady emplyee asked me to move the car to another parking space so she could clean up some trash that was under my car. This angered me to no end and I drove off screaming that she just cost her store fifty dollars in sales. I guess the part of my brain that controls dreams has some anger issues.

When the boy wakes up I am going to make some biscuit donuts.

November 8, 2008

Saturday nights' for fightin'

Usually I lighten things up on a Saturday, but what the heck. Here is a quick poll for you. In the election did you vote for your candidate or against the other guy? I will fess up, I was no fan of McCain (you can read it many times in the archives). I voted for what I thought was the lesser of two evils. Until McCain chose a VP running mate with conservative credentials I might mot have voted at all.

I heard a great quip by a comedian on the radio the other day. I wish I could give proper attribution, but I do not remember. Anyway consider this, Obama just spent $650,000,000 to get a job that pays $400,000. And this is the guy who is going to fix our economy?

Finally for my lefty-leaning friends please keep in mind a few percentage points is not a mandate. Close to 50% of the country is against your platform.

To the Republicans, the great experiment of sliding to the left is destroying your party. Come back to the small government, low taxes, leave us all alone vision of Ronald Reagan and you will be surprised at the success you have.

November 7, 2008

Friday Five

The feature that just will not die. This week it requires nothing from you, Dear Reader. Add to the list as you wish. Five Hippy Songs:

1. I'd Love to Change the World by Ten Years After

2. San Fransico (Be Sure to Wear Flowers in Your Hair)by Scott McKenzie (written by John Phillips)

3. Chicago by CSNY or Woodstock by CSNY (weitten by Joni Mitchell)

4. Share the Land by the Guess Who
Maybe I'll be there to shake your hand
Maybe I'll be there to share the land
That they'll be giving away
When we all live together.

5. Vietnam Song by Country Joe and the Fish

Just a thought

So Sammy, given the stock market has plummeted in the two days since the election, and that was a key reason to vote against McCain and every Republican, are you blaming Obama for the declining value of your 401K? Or is the BushCheneyHaliburtonevilcapitalistJewishMilitaryindistrialcomplexoldwhiteguys cabal still responsible?Rise, Stock Market, Rise



Oh, and sorry I did not jump to the library to research your query about the origins of name of the band Ten Years After. Some of us have to work so we can be in position to pay the higher taxes coming down the pike.

November 6, 2008

After listening to President-elect Obama, I keep having this gnawing sense I have heard his words before. Today, listening to 1970's hippy music, It came to me in a flash of inspiration.

Behold Alvin Lee and Ten Years After:

Everywhere is freaks and hairies
Dykes and fairies, tell me where is sanity
Tax the rich, feed the poor
Till there are no rich no more

I'd love to change the world
But I don't know what to do
So I'll leave it up to you


Population keeps on breeding
Nation bleeding, still more feeding economy
Life is funny, skies are sunny
Bees make honey, who needs money, No more for me

I'd love to change the world
But I don't know what to do
So I'll leave it up to you

o yah

World pollution, there's no solution
Institution, electrocution
Just black and white, rich or poor
Senators stop the war


I'd love to change the world
But I don't know what to do
So I'll leave it up to you


Chilling isn't it?

November 5, 2008

Parting thoughts on the election

Here are a few final thoughts on the election.

The way to win an election has been defined for years to come. Obama outspent McCain by an estimated margin of anywhere from 5-1 to 7-1. As soon as that kind of spending causes the Democrats to lose, more reform will be on the way.

The media has done itself a huge disservice. Their clear bias got them the President they wanted, but at what cost? I predict declining circulation and ratings will continue as people lose what little trust they have in the media. Now, after the election, I predict stories about Obama will begin to surface, in a too-little-too-late effort to salvage reputations. Even my wife, who is completely non-political, has commented on the bias in reporting. Studies even show that Leno and Letterman did 4 times more critical jokes of McCain/Palin.

It is my belief this election was more a repudiation of Bush than a philosophical move leftwards by the country. The truth will show in two or four years. I believe that should the extreme liberal members of Congress try to push a socialist agenda they will usher another conservative revolution. There is a general sense that the country is splashing around in the deep end of the pool with no clear direction. President-elect Obama offered change, and that resonated with people. Too many of the electorate voted through white guilt or just because he was black. They voted for anyone who was not Bush. They blamed the current economic situation on the Republicans. A significant number voted for a tax cut.

Time will tell. Maybe what we need is a President that is not steeped in politics. Maybe inexperience is the medicine for what ails us. Maybe we just elected the next Teddy Roosevelt. Maybe we just elected another Jimmy Carter. One thing is for sure, we just voted for more government in our lives. We voted for 55 mph speed limits and mandated smaller cars. We decided we want the same people who provide such a positive experience at the DMV to provide your health care. We voted to weaken our military. We voted for more taxes on businesses. That means you will pay higher prices. More unemployment and jobs moving offshore is the result of higher business costs.

America spoke and we all have to live with it. Eight or ten years ago pundits proclaimed the liberal wing of the Democratic Party was dead. Now they are in control. Such things go in cycles. A lurch to the left aways brings a lurch to the right.

On an interesting note, I do not think the difference in urban and rural voters has ever been greater. A county map of the election shows a clear delineation. The trend over the past several years shows those who live in the larger cities tend to vote overwhelmingly Democrat, while the rest of us vote Republican. Political Scientists can analyze this and tell us why, but I am confident such polarization is not a good thing.

November 4, 2008

I am sitting here munching on some cold mini-meatloaf. The daughter came home last night so she could vote this morning and she requested said meatloaves[?] for dinner. You make a meatloaf mixture and line the bottom of a muffin tin. Put in some diced onion, diced green pepper and some shredded cheddar. Cover with more meat mixture and bake as directed in your favorite recipe. I hate meatloaf, but these are a nice change. You can cover with ketchup if you like. I hate ketchup, so I don't. It is just one more indication of my superior taste and breeding.

I just got back from voting. In a shocking twist I voted for Obama.

Big Dick says he will start blogging again if Obama wins, so I did my part for entertainment.

OK, I was just fucking with you. I voted for the lesser of the Evils, and Palin. I did wear my Cubs hat. I am hoping some of that negative Chicago Cubs Karma will affect The Obama.

Just a few more hours and the commercials will be over. I am glad I live in a small town. I have little fear the riots and looting and car burnings will impact my community. There is a positive side to this election. If by some crazy miracle McCain pulls this one off, the irate Dims will go wild. Maybe they can burn Detroit to the ground, speed up the process, if you will. It will be like euthanasia for a dying city, a prime example of the positive influence of generations of Democratic Rule. Maybe they will get Gary, IN as well; a cosmic two for Tuesday. That, my friends, would be sweet.

Oh yeah, Baby, I like that...

Supergurl gave me a massive dose of Internet VD yesterday. A most virulent strain of virus mutated through my system. This was no ordinary disease. After more than 13 hours of scanners and other virtual forms of penicillin I walked away a cured patient. For a while I thought my trusty HP was going to end its days lounging by the pool, drooling, like Capone. I love you, Supergurl, but next time at least let me get my happy ending and post-coital smoke.

In other news, there is an election today. Go vote.

Massive layoffs and workforce reductions at work last week. I survived. There is a little more travel in the works, but that is OK, I like the Southeast. I feel badly for those who lost their jobs, it really sucks. I know, as I have been there myself. But in the cold-hearted light of day -- better them than me. Yes, I am selfish when it comes to my money and getting as much of it as possible.

November 3, 2008

Things that make you go WTF?

Well Sammy, here is a piece of news that should get you a little relief from your severe case of BDS: read this. I guess Bush (and Albright, and Clinton, and Kerry, and hundreds of others)did not lie to you about Hussein trying to build WMDs after all.

Did you see this?

I have been over the top on occasion when it comes to politics. But this idea should frighten even the most partisan Obamaites. If GW Bush had made this statement it would terrify the millions, and it should. I see visions of brown shirts, of neighbors informing on neighbors, kids reporting parents to the government. Who does Obama fear? What could happen that the military could not handle, or does he expect to order the military to actions it will not obey?

Please someone who understands the nuances of the Obama's campaign better than I explain this idea of a private army in more detail. What will be the command structure of this modern Praetorian Guard and what will be its mission? Why is it needed?

November 2, 2008

More answers

Guy, I have never been able to get completely through Atlas Shrugged. I can already hear the universal cries of "heretic". Perhaps I should try again.

Cappy, my first car was a 1966 Chevy truck, with a three-speed transmission on the column. I think I paid $400 for it. There is a post about that truck somewhere in the archives. It was black, with significant highlights of rust.

James, I stay in Indiana primarily because that is where my job is. That is not completely true, I have had opportunities to move before -- Kansas, Georgia, Pennsylvania, New York. I like the change of seasons. I like the endless look of the flat prairies in the early morning light. The never changing but always different vistas of corn, bean, corn, bean, creek, woods, corn, bean. I like how the rows of corn come right to the edge of a country road like a green wall. I love travelling through the small farm towns, imagining the vibrant life that once supported the 100 year old buildings. I have travelled the country and I love the mountains, the beaches, and even a little the cities. Mostly I live here because it is home.

Now I have a question for you, readers and knowers of all knowledge. Why is it that early morning joggers feel the need to run in the street when there is a perfectly good sidewalk mere feet away? I would rather twist my ankle on a piece of uneven sidewalk than twist my body on the fender of a 3 ton vehicle.

November 1, 2008

Answers to Ask Hoosierboy Questions

Otter asks about my most embarrassing moment. Sadly, like Otter, I think I am missing the "embarrasses easily gene". I have done some things I regret, but nothing embarrassing comes to mind, like calling my date the wrong name in the throes of passion. I am sure those incidents are there, but none come to mind. I regret puking in my wife's lap after a night of tequila (that story is somewhere in the archives) or letting the air out of the tires on a buddy's car while he was on a date. I probably shouldn't have run around the block naked back during the streaking craze (I was like 10).

I once was late to a job interview back in college because I had to stop and vomit on the way. Some people might have blamed it on the copious amounts of Gin I drank the night before. I think it was just nerves. I did not get the job, the interviewer seemed a little concerned about my DTs. He asked me several times if I felt all right. The chunks of vomit on my tie were likely an issue as well. I never wanted to be a banker anyway.

Jean asks about reading recommendations. Currently I am reading In Harm's Way by James Bassett. This is probably my fifteenth or twentieth time to read this book.

For some fun and general reading I recommend anything by Tim Dorsey. The books can be read in any order, but it is better to read them in chronological order (see here). The books are set in Florida, so you probably know the kind of characters he portrays.

It is not to late, go ahead and ask your question of the old Hoosierboy.
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