May 2012


Yesterday, we planned some ribs for lunch. I put them in a crock pot with diced onion and barbecue sauce on top, set the unit to low and walked out the door. Now I’m the pressure relief valve at work – meaning, when something comes up, I’m there to help. The scheduler came up and noted a visit that needed to be done with procedure before noon, so out the door I went. This visit took a bit longer than desired putting me over the usual lunch time that spouseinbox keeps. I got out to the truck and noted the text, “It smells good.” Mind you, I ran out the door for the visit without anything but the paper for the work. No drink. Nothing. I text back. “ok.” Next response, “It’s falling off the bones.” I’m still at least 10 minutes away, in a hot truck with nothing to drink. I text back. “Decent”. Next reply, “mominbox made mashed potatoes with butter and alfredo sauce instead of gravy.” Realize that this is the real deal, not a box potato with a camo cover. I’m now about 5 minutes away, the air conditioner has made the cab a little more comfortable, and I still have nothing to drink. When I arrived, it was just as imagined, and I promised spouseinbox that I would blog the torture.

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I have done my part to help assist incumbents with the acquisition of a new job. More correctly stated, I have tried my best to help incumbents lose the job they have presently. Another job is up to them, and I hope they have to work hard to survive in the horrific environment they helped create.

I ran through some old e-mail and ran across this from may 30, 2009. Let’s see how prescient it was…

From my quotes file

GETTING A FOOT IN THE DOOR
“It is at first denied that any radical new plan exists;
it is then conceded that it exists but ministers swear blind that it is not even on the political agenda;
it is then noted that it might well be on the agenda but is not a serious proposition;
it is later conceded that it is a serious proposition but that it will never be implemented;
after that it is acknowledged that it will be implemented but in such a diluted form
that it will make no difference to the lives of ordinary people;
at some point it is finally recognized that it has made such a difference,
but it was always known that it would and voters were told so from the outset.”
— Times editorial, published on August 28, 2002

Here is the shorter version of the Foot in the Door
Whenever a controversial law is proposed,
and its supporters, when confronted with an egregious abuse it would permit,
use a phrase along the lines of
‘Perhaps in theory, but the law would never be applied in that way’
– they’re lying – .
They intend to use the law that way as early and as often as possible.

Also, a comment on that
Reality is even more insidious than that.
They may not even be lying,
but be completely honest
and never use the law “that way”
– but their successors eventually will.

How about a bill allowing the government to monitor internet?
From comments here: “CISPA provides one monster carrot to those who “voluntarily” participate in CISPA, and that’s immunity from ever being sued for failing to safeguard the privacy of their users.”
Do you want representatives who supported monitoring us via our browsers?
How about this?: ‘Mandatory Event Data Recorders’ to be installed in all new automobiles and legislates for civil penalties to be imposed against individuals for failing to do so
How about congress critters allowing internment of citizens against the word of the Bill of Rights?
Described here, all they have to do is call someone a terrorist, and internment begins. Remember who are described as terrorists? Here is the roll call for the defense Authorization act.
Here is an article about who is a terrorist. From west Texas, those missing fingers have worked the oil wells a while…

The first is the limitation of congress critters to use their positions to profit from the market. In other words, they have been able to trade stocks on inside information which would put anyone else in jail. Look here and see who voted against this – and want to continue inside trading. Do any of them deserve another term?

I wrote a song many moons ago to describe the thought of freedom.

This morn I walked out on my porch to view the new sunrise
It’s rays cut through the mist of night and brightened up the skies.
The coffee smell began to drift out through the door to me.
My breakfast done, I thank my God for letting this day be.
If one would ask what freedom means, I think of my new day
morning time with breakfast coffee, liberty to pray.

I change my clothes, fight traffic jams and start my new work day
My boss wants things I do not like, but do them any way
My check comes in and puts to mind the reason for this chore
I pay my bills take wife and kids out to a sandy shore
If one would ask what freedom means, I think of my employ
The privilege that I have to work, and family times enjoy.

I get back home and settle down to read a brilliant book
it tells of those who gave their all to let this country be
the wars and fights the battles won, negotiations too
It told of warriors on the land, in air, and on the sea.
If one would ask what freedom means, I think of those who fought
what we have now is due to them the country we have wrought.
Let’s thank the fighting force today descendants of the ones
who gave their all, that may live, this is what freedom means.
(taps)

This heartbreaking — and groundbreaking — photo showcases the intersection of technology and agony.

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