Friday, August 16, 2019

Rising to Your Station

I became a father when I saw 25. I'm now 50 and my eldest is 25.

Having children was an honor. I did my best to be a good father.

Part of that involved some fundamental changes in the way I lived my life.

I didn't cuss around my kids. I wasn't naive enough to think they'd never cuss, but I didn't want them learning it from their dad.

I didn't drink around my kids. I knew that alcohol relieved my social anxiety and likely made me a more approachable person, but I didn't want my children seeing me intoxicated.

I did this for 14+ years. I did this because it was the mature adult thing to do. It was natural. I don't know how anyone could do anything differently.

Before I get into politics, let me set a few things straight. I don't know any "famous" people personally. They may be completely different in person rather than how they are presented to us on the boob tube (or Facebook as the case may be).

In all my life, I've never liked Hillary Clinton and I've never liked Donald Trump. The fact that one won the presidency over the other is like a subtle nightmare come true. I'm so extremely moderate, I believe anyone not in favor of moderation and compromise should be castrated.

The biggest problem I have with Donald Trump is him making a mockery of the Presidency. It's a prestigious station and the station should be honored (much like fatherhood). His twitter account makes him sound like a defensive spoiled brat looking for confirmation on how good looking he is. It's embarrassing.

Now, I know that anti-politics-as-usual is what got him elected. But, once you are elected, you rise to your station. Save your secret inhibitions for the privacy of your boudoir.

Wednesday, October 24, 2018

Walk a Mile in Their Caravan(s)

I've been told people miss my blog. I suspect this is not the case. I quit blogging because of Facebook. The sheer amount of indignant, spiteful vitriol you see on Facebook is alarming. I'm not sure I want to put anything on the Internet that may be construed the wrong way (which I'm sure it will). No one seems to have a shred of empathy. More often than not, intelligence is also a rare resource. Yet, here I am.

We're a country of too many rules.

I've always been a "pick your battles" kind of person. Even with my children, I have a very limited set of rules. I've discovered if you have too many rules, they all tend to get broken. Let's limit our rules. Make the rules easier and fewer and they'll be easier to enforce and more people will follow them.

What the f*ck is the title of this blog? Why in he hell does the right hate the left and the left hate the right? It's a closed minded lack of empathy. No one bothers to look at the proclaimed "enemy" and wonder, "why do they think that way?" Have I experienced their life? Or perhaps they do mull it over and chalk it up to stupidity, hypocrisy, narcissism, socialism, or your random creative insult of the day. It gets old. It's also why I quit blogging regularly.

I'll give you my latest example. There's apparently a caravan of people from Central America heading to the USA. Several of my "friends" on Facebook have posted this meme:
Maybe they are really curious. But, here's likely the reality: The people who post stuff like this were born in the comfort of a modern hospital in the good old USA while drooling on a proverbial silver spoon stuck in their future vitriol spewing orifice of ignorance.

I've met plenty of illegal aliens in my life and never once has one "demanded charity". I've also never been born in a third world country where I had to fight to survive. You seriously think it's easier to overthrow the government than travel a few thousand miles to "The Land of Opportunity"? Are you that proud of where you were born that you have to hate everyone else who was born with less? Really?

And that's why I quit blogging.

PS: If politicians have to explain their stance using religion, I do not vote for them. Pence and Cruz both scare me.

PPS: That's also why I quit blogging.

Wednesday, July 18, 2018

And Just When You Thought it was Safe to Read the Blogger

I was looking at my blog page and realized it has been two years since I last blogged.

I realized that over a month ago.

I quickly started coming up with new blogging ideas.

Should I write a political blog? Should I write a funny blog? Should I write a "final" blog? There's this interesting thing going around Facebook currently about your "ten most influential albums". Perhaps that would make a good blog?

After four weeks of contemplation, I decided to just start writing and see what happened.

I figure after 2 years of not practicing my grammar and vocabulary skills would be in very weak display.

Before I lose even the most patient readers that happen to read up to this point, I should point out that my lovely daughter has started a blog of her own. It's wonderful. Read it HERE and then check back every day! Really!

Wednesday, June 1, 2016

Apple Sucks More than the Sum of a Trillion Black Holes

I've been tinkering with computers since I was 11. An Apple II+ was the first computer I ever programmed on.

I don't know why Apple has decided to suck so much since then, but they have.

I am not a fan of patents. I never have been, I agree with Benjamin Franklin on the subject of patents:
In order of time, I should have mentioned before that having, in 1742, invented an open stove for the better warming of rooms, and at the same time saving fuel, as the fresh air admitted was warmed in entering, I made a present of the model to Mr. Robert Grace, one of my early friends, who, having an iron furnace, found the casting of the plates for these stoves a profitable thing, as they were growing in demand. To promote that demand, I wrote and published a pamphlet, entitled "An Account of the new-invented Pennsylvania Fireplaces; wherein their Construction and Manner of Operation is particularly explained; their Advantages above every other Method of warning Rooms demonstrated; and all Objections that have been raised against the Use of them answered and obviated,"etc. This pamphlet had a good effect. Governor Thomas was so pleased with the construction of this stove, as described in it, that he offered to give me a patent for the sole vending of them for a term of years; but I declined it from a principle which has ever weighed with me on such occasions, viz., That, as we enjoy great advantages from the inventions of others, we should be glad of an opportunity to serve others by any invention of ours; and this we should do freely and generously.

An ironmonger in London, however, assuming a good deal of my pamphlet, and working it up into his own, and making some small changes in the machine, which rather hurt its operation, got a patent for it there, and made, as I was told, a little fortune by it. And this is not the only instance of patents taken out for my inventions by others, tho' not always with the same success, which I never contested, as having no desire of profiting by patents myself, and hating disputes. The use of these fireplaces in very many houses, both of this and the neighboring colonies, has been, and is, a great saving of wood to the inhabitants.
 Apple is completely opposed to this principle. And I am completely opposed to Apple. I have never sent any money their way (the above computer was lent to me). And I never intend to.

Today, I bought a used Apple Product (the money going to someone wanting to get rid of their rotten Apple for cheap). I spent an hour trying to install iTunes on my Windows computer.

It wouldn't install. It still won't install. Apple blames Windows. Because apparently, everyone and their fucking dog can write software for Windows; except Apple. Apple is incapable of writing software at all. Even the Apple OS is a hack on top of Unix (like putting a posh blonde wig on a sexy brunette).

To think I was giving Apple the benefit of a doubt. When you install iTunes on Windows 10, it first tells you that it can't do some craziness and then it starts rolling back the installation, but then it continues the install until it's done and tells you that some Apple Support program can't be found and you need to uninstall and reinstall. Which, if you are as patient and forgiving as I am; also doesn't work.

Friday, December 11, 2015

It's Almost 2016, So Where's My Rocket Pack?

Blogging when the passion strikes me. Yep.

Get this out of the way immediately (more fun yet to follow): I am a doomed eternal optimist partially braced for the horrific nightmare that Donald Trump or Ted Cruz could be the next president..... (Durango said that).

Since I was about 11 years old, I've hated being smart. It was almost not worth the good grades with the amount of vitriol and despise that was hurled in my general direction.

I think Obama handles it rather well. I personally would not want to be in his shoes, but perhaps he likes it. It's also possible he's not as humble as my rose colored outlook lets on. But, I'm still optimistic.

When I was in college I swore off watching the news. It was too irritating and depressing. The only news that apparently sold was depressing and horrid. I haven't watched the news since 1989.


I was mostly happy with the popularity of Facebook. There were several people who weighed in my thoughts occasionally who I thought I'd never see again. Never is a long long time. With the advent of Facebook, I've become reacquainted with several of those people.

I've discovered recently that I've been somber. I could even say almost depressed. I've finally put a finger on it. People on Facebook are spewing the filth of the news that I gave  up over 20 years ago.
I see lots of funny stuff on Facebook. I also see pictures of my granddaughter and my children and my friends and my friend's children and grandchildren. It's a cool place.

But thrown amid the good stuff is the vitriol. People who I call "friends" are calling my President a pussy. People who I call "friends" are saying he's a traitor and a pathetic president. I've recently decided to take a stand simply against misinformation (regardless of the target of the misinformation).

My mom always told me if you can't saying something nice about someone don't say anything at all. I pretty much try and live by that. I'll occasionally let slip some negativing towards people, but I usually keep it between me and my wife, myself and I. And my wife pretends to agree with me!

For people who hate Obama (for some strange reason), I'd like to ask what he's done to you? In my life, I've had only one President who affected me in a negative way. And that's because he cutoff funding for Type 1 Diabetes research (albeit indirectly) and he started the military action to invade a country when I was overseas and having to deal with the fallout. Even then I didn't call anyone names. I didn't vote for him and I'd say I wasn't happy with him invading Iraq, but I never called him names. I just don't understand the hatred. People in Germany would ask me what I thought of Bush and I'd simply say, "Well, I don't agree with what he's doing, but what can you do? I didn't vote for him."

I didn't vote for Obama in either election, but I've recently decided I'm a Democrat. I don't like Hillary and I doubt seriously I'd actually vote for her, but if Republicans and especially Republicans I consider friends insist on this level of hatred and close mindedness then I am most definitely anti-Republican.

From this day forward Republicans are like the Dallas Cowboys. I don't necessarily like the other team, but I'll root for any team playing against them. There's no place in the great USA for that amount of hatred and drama.

My favorite coach on "The Voice" is Shakira. I think they should get rid of Blake Shelton and Gwen Stefani. Let them "go get a room" for a season. They should bring in Dee Snider to replace Blake. He'd be a helluva coach! And let Shakira replace Gwen for all that's good and right in the show we adoringly call "The Voice".



Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Confederate Flag Debacle

Recently in the news, there's been an alarming amount of craziness concerning the confederate flag.

You know that my mantra in life is, "walk a mile in their shoes".

If I'm over at a friends house and I'm wearing a yellow shirt and my friend says, "I don't like yellow shirts because it reminds me of the time my favorite dog got killed by a yellow car," I don't wear my yellow shirt any more. In fact, next time I visit, I try to make sure sure I don't represent the color yellow in any way! Because I love my friends and it's easy for me to not offend them.

It's just a flag folks. However, there are some people that it spawns strong emotions for. It's not their fault. It's just the way it is. It's not that big a deal. Take it down and do away with it. It's not that important. Grow some balls and be considerate of your fellow Americans. Love one another.

Peace and love.

I'm on a yellow kick.

Tuesday, June 9, 2015

Yellow Polka Dot Bikini

Things lately irritate me so much that I can't put my thoughts into rational words. The McKinney Pool Party Debacle is one such event. I mostly blame the media.

People on both sides of the pool are holding up their race cards. On this matter, I've got one cliche to apply to all: "Have you walked a mile in their shoes?" Take race out of it. It's dislike of people for the way they were born. It happens all the time and it'll never stop; until we all have enough empathy to sympathize what other people might be going through.

Since we can't trust the media to tell us the whole truth, we have to take what's given to us. I believe people are fabricating on both sides, but I don't know the truth and I never will. When I watched the video, there were a few things that immediately caught my attention.
  1. I've always been told not to pull out my gun unless I intend to use it. In this case he used it to get two teenagers to back off so he could tackle a girl who was crying for her mom. I wasn't impressed.
  2. If I were in law enforcement (but I'm not because I'm a chicken shit), my reaction to this chaotic scene would have been to find the smallest threat wearing the tiniest bikini and sit on her (with my knees) to try and get things under control. Because that makes all the sense in the world.
  3. Two other policemen walk up and seem to try and calm this cop down. We should be saying thanks.
  4. People are mostly good. Don't let the media fool you.
  5. This cop should not be fired for pulling his gun.

I figure everyone will go off on number 5. I think he learned his lesson without killing anyone which is a miracle. We don't want to discourage good people from being policemen. This guy might have been having a very bad day (have to walk in his shoes). He was in a stressful situation and temporarily lost control. Here again, all hypothetical because I don't know him at all. He may be a complete ass. He certainly appeared that way in the video.

If he gets fired he should get fired for ignoring the athletic boys in their surf shorts who were too big, too fast, and too scary. He instead went after the little girl who may have weighed a buck ten in her little bikini. I'm sure he was scared for his life and trying to defuse a hostile polka dot.