Obama Administration; Equal Opportunity Tyrants?

Another muddied political rant. You have been warned.

Seems the Left/Progressive portion of the population has more in common with the right than they might think. Surveillance and agent provocateurs?

http://www.commondreams.org/view/2013/06/27-7

The author, Todd Gitlin, is, surprise, a Columbia University professor teaching journalism and “communications”.

Of course, the IRS scandal isn’t,  per one leftist spin.

http://www.commondreams.org/view/2013/06/26-12

Only talking point he missed is, “It is Bush’s fault”.

I wander over to this site, Common Dreams, from time to time, when my blood pressure is under control. There is a common theme in many postings; distrust and loathing of government. Not a whole lot different from Townhall.

http://townhall.com/

A cartoon from the sixties comes to mind. A conservative dressed man,  reading a newspaper,  saying, “The more my thinking veers to the Right, the more I find in common with the Left. I think I’m becoming a middle of the road extremist”.

Competition for power and position has existed forever. People seem to quickly recognize when the playing field is being tilted against them. How they react, and how they organize to  protect themselves, is a large part of the human experience. Factor in whatever philosophies have influenced them and you have politics.

Current reading is, “The Rule of the Clan” by Mark S. Weiner. He wrote it, so is entitled to his biases, but I am finding some solid ideas in his work.

Call me a cynic; through out history, those who have the wealth are determined to keep it, and the rest of us can survive the best we can. Yes, call me Captain Obvious.

As part of my deficient personality, I so enjoy putting sticks in the elite’s spokes. Bad, bad me.

Seems to sum it up. Your mileage may differ.

Hearty Congratulations

Congratulations to a young friend of mine who is marking his second year of sobriety today. It hasn't been easy. His father and older siblings may be his inspiration for what not to emulate.

It is a joy to see he and his pretty wife doing well and enjoying life. Here is hoping for many more years of success for them.

Thankful for What I Don't Have

Walking out on the deck this morning, the smoke in the air made my  eyes water. For a moment, I was irritated; this has been going on for days in Colorado. Missed clear views of the "supermoon" because of the haze. Then, it struck me that people are seeing their whole world burning, and I'm a long ways from any of the fires.

During the Korean War, we were living in a spot on the map, in the Rocky Mountain foothills, Pinecliff, CO. The Denver and Rio Grande main line ran through the town. To meet the demand for rail transport, the railroad had brought back many steam engines. You would see three or even four steam locomotives laboring up the 3% grade and blowing black clouds of smoke and cinders. Even with their smokestack screen, burning cinders would start small fires alongside the right of way.

There was no fire department, or equipment of any kind. The fifty or so local residents, men, women, and children, would put out the fires the best they could with shovels and buckets of water from the creek. I was in the second grade then. The railroad maintenance crews were busy fighting fires in the roadless canyons. We had little choice. It was a dry, hot summer. If the small fires got going, we would lose our homes, cars, pets, everything.

House fires were a dreaded event then, if not now. There was little in the way of fire fighting equipment. I have a very clear memory of classmates standing in the snow in pajamas watching their house go up in flames. Another memory is of our detached garage burning to the ground with all my father's tools inside. Only a garden hose spraying water on the wall of our house closest to the garage kept it from catching fire.

So, this morning I'm very grateful for what I don't have; a wildfire outside my door. Please say a prayer for those who have lost, or are losing everything. Another prayer for the fire fighters.

You don't need to join me in cursing all the fucking tourists in their RVs clogging up the roads and watching the spectacle. Go home, damn you!

Seldom do we escape damage free. These are from last nights violent thunderstorm.

We're Getting Hosed, Yet Again

Being a to the bone cheapskate, I’m diligent about checking prices, ingredients, country of origin and weights. I’m noticing prices on all kinds of things going up, and none going down.

Examples.

Bag of cat food, brand I usually purchase, went up a dollar from last month.

Simple faucet defuser, a two bit item, $3.28 at Lowes.

Basic oil change, with a coupon, $19.95++ Last year I could get it done for $9.95.

Air filter for my vehicles, for years $2 - $4, now $9.00++

Replacement windshield washer nozzles, cheap ass plastic, $14.00++

Quart 10-40 oil, $2 to $5

Size and brand of shoe I always buy, up $15 in six months.

Decent, not crap, duct tape $5 a roll.

Disc brake replacement pads, from around $6 to $15 in a year.

Even the junk yards, excuse me, recycle yards are getting high. Pulled two exterior mirrors off a wrecked Contour and paid $20 each for them. Also paid a $2 admission fee just to walk on the place.

Try not to buy “Made in China” but sometimes that is all you can find. All Chinese stuff seems to taken a huge jump.

Food? Packages that were 16 oz are now 12 - 14 oz, and a higher price. Stuff on the very top or bottom of the islands used to be much cheaper. Still is less, but not by much.

It is inflation, which, to me, is another form of taxation. Some is supply and demand, but most is brought about by monetary policies. We are paying off all that toxic debt for the banksters. Your opinion may differ.

About Damn Time

Old NFO has a post that shows, in part, a Delta Airlines employee honor guard unloading the remains of servicemen. Worth watching.

http://oldnfo.org/2013/06/17/funs-over/#comments

Some of the remarks, especially  “Bob’s” are compelling.

The contrast to the Vietnam era brings back some not so pleasant memories. After getting out of the Army, I went back to school 1968-1970. To make ends meet, worked at the old Denver Stapleton Airport as a cargo handler, first for TWA, then Braniff. We handled many human remains, and far too many were servicemen.

In the flow of business then, these were just another piece of freight. Each was accompanied by a active duty serviceman, in uniform. About the best we could do was have a single cart and tug haul the box to the airfreight office. The serviceman could ride on the tug. We had to make sure we used a tug with a double seat.  At busy times, not even that would happen. Enough of us were prior service that we were able to handle the transfers ourselves, respectfully, and load no other freight into the cart. Nothing like a formation, or salutes. Simply moving the remains smoothly with no jarring and placing the box in the cart squared away was about the best we could do (and smacking the shit out of anyone making disparaging remarks).

It makes my heart glad to see the changes that have occurred.

Old Age and Change

For as long as I can remember, my blank checks have come in a small cardboard box. Last reorder came in a Folio. All pretty and everything, and probably easier to use. Ok, looked at them and put them in a drawer, then forgot them.

After using my last check, went looking for the box of blank ones. Tore the dwelling apart, looked through the vehicles, cursed and griped, but no checks. Must have put my hands on the damned folio several times in the process. Aarg!

Please, don't talk to me about online banking. The closest I've come is using the  Credit Union site  to check my balance, and print out copies of cancelled checks as needed.  In fact, still pissed I don't get my cancelled checks back.

Did I tell the Credit Union it was ok to change the way I get my checks? I don't think so.

Damn, I need to stop getting old, and, I need to get a life!

Happy Birthday

To all those serving, and those who have served, thank you!