Wednesday, February 15, 2012

TIME TO DIG THEM UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

As hideously stupid as Obama's plan to cut our nuke inventory is, I firmly believe this sort of thing is far more dangerous to our nation and freedom in the long run. Why is the government 'inspecting' private property? Upon what basis was the search warrant issued? Was the kid perchance being used to mule in black tar heroin to her 4 y/o buddies in pre-k? Besides what the heck (trust me it took all of my self control not to use a far less polite word than 'heck') business is it of the government's what lunch the child's PARENTS choose to feed her?

Seriously, can someone name any other governmental institution in which you have to give your children to the government, with no choice in where they attend, or how they are brainwashed? Other than the public 'education' system of course? Why is it we have no rights to our children's educational environment at all? Why is it that these people see no problem just grabbing our children's lunch, that we paid for with after tax dollars, and 'inspecting them' then charge us for the privilege of serving our child something we didn't want them to have?


I have blood shooting out of my eyes over this. In the gun world there's an old saying about gun hoarders who hide their guns in case of a tyrannical government coming into being, "If it's time to bury them [guns], it's time to dig them up." Well, I say if you have them, it's time to dig them up!


ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




State Inspectors Searching Children’s Lunch Boxes: “This Isn’t China, Is It?”

Saturday, August 27, 2011

FAST TALKING


Unlike many Americans and nearly all Democrats, I learned long ago that the thing to do when you make a mistake is to own up to it, take the consequences, learn from it, and move on. Of course when I do something right I want to do the same thing which is why I'm so opposed to inefficient government subjecting me to excessive taxation to take care of those that don't do these things, but I digress. This is actually not another political blog.


You see, I was running late for an appointment a couple of weeks ago. Not late late, but not my customary 5 or 10 minutes early, and wasn't paying attention to my speed. As I was driving down a main thoroughfare I rounded a corner, and there they were. The Travis County Revenue Enhancement Department, Motorcycle Division. And there I was the only car visible on the road, and I had their radar pointed directly at me. I glance at my speedometer, and they had me dead to rights. I was doing 60 in a 45. So, I flipped on my hazards, waved to them as I passed by them, and turned onto a side road.



As soon as I turned onto said side road I saw a parking lot with a shade tree I could pull under, and it being well over 100 I decided both the sheriff's deputy and myself would be more comfortable under the shade so I drove the extra block to park under the tree.



At first the deputy was somewhat belligerent sounding when he asked, “Why'd you make me follow all the way into this parking lot?”

I responded truthfully, that I figure we'd both be safer and more comfortable under the shade off the roadway. He allowed as to how the shade was nice, and let that go. He then asked me if I knew why he'd pulled me over.




I responded in keeping with my take your punishment like a man and move on way of life, “I'm guessing, just guessing mind you, that it was because I came around that corner going like the hammers of hell were chasing me.”

He actually snickered. Now it's important to realize that all I really wanted to do was take my ticket and get back on the road. He asked, “Where were you going in such a hurry?”




Here again, I truthfully answered, “I have a doctor's appointment, but it's not an emergency, I'm just running a few minute late. But that's not really even the deal, I simply wasn't paying attention.”



He then spent a few minutes running my license, registration, and inspection. Presumably to make sure I wasn't a wanted ax murderer driving a stolen not inspected car. Then he approached my window again, handed me license and insurance, and said, “I don't normally do this, but since you took responsibility, and found shade, I'm going to let you go with a warning.”



Got on his bike, and rode off. So it just goes to show you guys that even when screwing up taking responsibility makes things much less harsh than they have to be.

Saturday, August 13, 2011

EAT THE RICH


Twice now I've had the conversation with people that we should call the rich's bluff and let them leave. When discussing what will happen when we tax them to highly. But let's think a minute about what would happen if we did that shall we. The thing that immediately concerns me is that we'd loose our most productive individuals. The ones who had proven in the harshest test of all that they can get things done that benefit, indeed keep alive, their fellow man, the market place.

Now they're gone, but our needs for their goods and services are not. So what do we do? We are forced to bring in our second string. These are not bad guys, but they are not as good as their former competitors or they'd have been run out with the competitor. Now eventually, in a generation or two we'd breed a new first string, and they'd figure it out for themselves.




But what happens during those generations? Well we suffer shortages in goods and services. Our beans aren't canned, our cars aren't built properly, and clothing falls apart. Some of us probably suffer directly from hunger simply because the mechanisms that bring us our foods are now far less efficient than they had been. In short we have huge amount of suffering to go through while our market place breeds new efficiency. We probably don't die off as a race or anything, but it wouldn't surprise me that some of us die of malnutrition, hunger, or disease because food couldn't be delivered fast or with high enough quality to them.



Now let's assume that we survive that transition, and we've gotten back on track with the production of our goods and services. Great. But guess what? The market has made those that guided us through that transitions WEALTHY! And, we have accomplished the dubious goal of exchanging one set of wealthy people for another set of wealthy people at great price in suffering and possibly human life.

Is that really the intelligent thing to do?

I think not. I think instead we should study the rich, and teach their methods to our children via Dave Ramsey's or Dr. Thomas Stanley's works. Then we should emulate them. As I've said in the past, if you make more rich people the result will not be more poverty.

Monday, August 8, 2011

WHAT IS OURS?



So, why is it that we seem to feel that we have a right to that which is the property of others? That is what taxes are after all, us helping ourselves to the property of others. And of course to some degree those that produce that property do owe something for the legitimate services of the government. But at what point does it become legalized theft? To me that point is fairly simple to define. That point is the point at which that property is taken to pay for things that are contrary to our constitution.

Even a partial list of those things would be so long I haven't the time nor inclination to write it out for you. But to see the list of things that are justified all you have to do is read Article 1 Section 8 of the United States Constitution. And, as soon as we stray away from those we stray into legalized theft. Something that is legal of course, but totally immoral.


'The tyranny of the majority,' is a term coined by Alexis de Tocqueville in Democracy in America. It simply means that the majority can tyrannize anyone one it wishes if it can merely get the votes. But, and this is where many people loose their way, legal is NOT the same thing as moral. We need to rethink these concepts for America and maybe think that our need does not make it moral to take from others that which is their property. So, when you next hear that such and such group isn't paying their fair share, ask yourself, “How is it that I have any claim on it at all?”

Saturday, July 30, 2011

SICKENING!

I recently was having a Facebook discussion on the debt ceiling debate, and something happened that made me loose my temper in ways I haven't done in years. I'll post the comments below, and my response. I'm curious as to my fellow Facebook friend's thoughts.

Post 1:

Perhaps you could explain to me how Obama is supposed to get ANYTHING done with a Republican held House whi has stated on numerous occasions that their sole purpose is to be sure Obama is a one term President. No thought about serving their constituents, just serving their special interests and making sure they are re-elected.



Post 2:
"When independent organizations all agree that a balanced approach including spending cuts and tax increases are the best approach, yet Republicans sign a pledge not to raise taxes and hide behind it. Sometimes governing means making unpopular decisions be it for the best of us iun the end. Did your parents give you everything you asked for? Mine didn't and I didn't like them at the time, but that was their job too."



Post 3:
"As a middle class soon to be lower class person, I am tired of reading about the massive profits that the oil companies are making yet we continue to subsidize them. And the rich folks that manage to pay no taxes because they can lobby Congress to do their bidding. I'm MAD AS HELL as the saying goes."

Now here is what I responded with. My version is crammed into two posts even though it wasn't posted that way due to Facebooks silly enter thing, but I crammed them like this because that's how I intended them:

Post 1:

My congressman is NOT my parent. He/she is my employee! Their job is to do as I instruct. If that means obstruction Obama at each and every turn to make him a one term president then so be it. If that means not raising taxes that is what it means.

If you are such a child still that you need your government to parent you then I feel sad for you.

In the mean time if you don't want your class to be lowered go into business and build your own wealth. That's what capitalism is about.




Post 2:
I'm sorry, but you're entitlement attitude, and take care of me desires are sickening. Man up, take care of yourself and your family. Don't use the thug power of the government to steal from those of who do you whiny childish brat!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



Post 3:
And if Obama can't handle my employee doing his job then he who is also my employee is free to resign!




That is the end of the online as of this writing, but I'm sure it'll continue. In the meantime I'm torn, I did not have the words to tell this piece of human debris in what contempt I truly hold him, on the other you catch more flies with honey than vinegar so did I screw up? Should I have made my points in a less blunt way to try to get the light to shine in?



What do you guys think?

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

ATLAS IS SHRUGING!

Nearly every day without fail…men stream to these [mining] operations looking for work in Walker County. They can’t pay their mortgage. They can’t pay their car note. They can’t feed their families. They don’t have health insurance. And as I stand here today, I just…you know…what’s the use? I got a permit to open up an underground coal mine that would employ probably 125 people. They’d be paid wages from $50,000 to $150,000 a year. We would consume probably $50 million to $60 million in consumables a year, putting more men to work. And my only idea today is to go home. What’s the use? I see these guys—I see them with tears in their eyes—looking for work. And if there’s so much opposition to these guys making a living, I feel like there’s no need in me putting out the effort to provide work for them. So…basically what I’ve decided is not to open the mine. I’m just quitting. Thank you.”



That is a quote from Ronnie Bryant of Jasper AL on a coal mine he was attempting to open as reported on theblaze.com. The link is below so that you can watch the video if you wish.  The bottom line is that he got fed up with the red tape he was being bound by, and decided to heck with it.  In some regards I can't blame him, but it is more than a little sad and a very bad day for the residents of Walker County who really needed the work.



The real issue is that many tell me that this won't happen. That more and more can be heaped on the producers and they'll just smile and take it. They won't, and I don't expect Mr. Bryant is the last. Heck, I wonder how many went quietly before him with no cameras to document it.



Ronnie Bryant

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

SORE WRISTS

I have always wanted to learn to play guitar, but gave it up as a lost cause years ago for a lack of time. I even gave the guitar I'd been given away. But lately the itch has come back. Then came Independence Day lunch at my in-laws. My step father in law is a guitar player and he and his sons played some after lunch so I was really feeling it. I even started shopping, and had a list of models to check from, but I hadn't shelled out any money.


Then comes a boring Friday evening. So I go pawn shopping and even take the old ball and chain with me. I'm looking at guitars and she's looking at jewelery. Now I really don't have the cash for a guitar and the $700 ring she's looking at, but I really want a guitar and I've always wanted to get her a better ring than the one she has so it hits me. I have an extra gun that will more than cover them both. So I go tell her my idea. She says she doesn't want the ring, but needs a laptop for her new job. So we look at lap tops, and nothing grabs her, but 3 pawn shops later we find a nice little Toshiba net book and THE guitar I really wanted. Upshot of it was we went back Saturday morning and made the deal which included an electronic tuner and case for the guitar.



So, I download a you-to-can-play-the-geetar lesson off the internet, and start plucking away. Now I'm experiencing a whole new level of pain in my fingertips. And, my wrists haven't been this sore since I discovered those magazines in my dad's nightstand. And, no, I still can't play guitar, but I'm working on it.