“Did you really think we want those laws observed? said Dr. Ferris. We want them to be broken. You’d better get it straight that it’s not a bunch of boy scouts you’re up against… We’re after power and we mean it… There’s no way to rule innocent men. The only power any government has is the power to crack down on criminals. Well, when there aren’t enough criminals one makes them. One declares so many things to be a crime that it becomes impossible for men to live without breaking laws. Who wants a nation of law-abiding citizens? What’s there in that for anyone? But just pass the kind of laws that can neither be observed nor enforced or objectively interpreted – and you create a nation of law-breakers – and then you cash in on guilt. Now that’s the system, Mr. Reardon, that’s the game, and once you understand it, you’ll be much easier to deal with.”
(Ayn Rand, from ‘Atlas Shrugged’ 1957) Continue reading
I make a point of not getting too involved in the lives of those I don’t know personally, in general. In other words, the lives and loves of “celebrities” don’t matter too much on a day-to-day basis to me. But this one I have to mention. Just briefly. Because someone just asked me if I’d seen Nicki Minaj’s new video. My answer, of course, was no. I was entreated to check it out and I did.
Now, I like Nicki and I enjoy some of her music. But a chord was struck. Just last week I remembered seeing an article. Some rap person named Sweatshirt, whom I’ve never heard of, got himself a sliver of attention by stating that Taylor Swift’s new video perpetuated “black stereotypes to the same demographic of white girls who hide their prejudice by proclaiming their love of the culture.” He went on to say “For instance, those of you who are afraid of black people but love that in 2014 it’s ok for you to be trill or twerk or say n—a.”
This, of course, forced me to actually watch Ms. Swift’s video. I lean more toward Metallica and Halestorm, but I thought it was cute and perky. Ms. Minaj’s video is also pretty perky. My question to Mr. Shirt is this: How do you feel about Nicki’s video? If she’s not “perpetuating black stereotypes”, then tell me what she is doing. Or is it only us white folk who can manage to offend in such a way? Anaconda? I’m old enough to know the rest of the words to that song. Evidently, baby still got back. And when did twerking, as ridiculous as it is, become property of one portion of the population?
I just ask that you watch both videos. Then tell me if I’m off track here. Here’s the offensive Taylor Swift ditty.
And here’s Nicki. She’s looking good, actually
So? Am I nuts?
I was going to write a post today about the 4th of July holiday. It was going to be cute and flippant, and reference that everywhere I go today, the question is “any plans for the holiday?” I know it’s a day off for many, a long weekend filled with grilling and chilling. And that’s great. But do we really understand why that’s so great? What we are actually celebrating? Most folks don’t try to analyze it because the freedom we have is taken for granted.
Instead, I’m re-posting this. My cousin, who just returned from Kuwait, wrote this poem. I honestly think it speaks for itself. Here is his post in toto:
I jotted this down one year when I was working for the school district back in PA. I am no poet or philosopher. I was trying to express an emotion I had to deal with when individuals flippantly disregard our service to our people and our country. Not sure if I nailed it but I came close. I forgot about this, I was going through old emails and came across it and thought I would put it out there again.
Medals on my chest:
I wore medals today.
Not the full sized ones they handed me,
those will probably never see the light again.
But I wore my medals today
the mini-medals I bought for just such a day.
They added some color to my dull blue uniform and
they offset the shiny badge on my chest.
I wore my medals to school today.
The kids looked and looked again.
Some asked me what are they?
I told them these are what you wear when brothers don’t come home.
I wore my medals to work today.
Some shook my hand some said thanks with a hug.
Those that once passed with noses high now passed with heads down or mouths agape
But I wore my medals today.
One child asked “Why would you? Why should you?”
I told the child: because I could and I would.
We said we would stand against all comers wherever or whenever we were called.
We said we would stand for others who could-not or would-not stand with their brothers.
I wore my medals today.
Vincent Provenzano TSGT USAFR
6 years US Navy (two wars)
7 years Air National Guard
3 years Army National Guard
3 years US Navy Reserves – Seabees (activated)
9 years and still serving US Air force Reserves (two deployments)
Happy Independence Day
Remember who gave up all so we can be who we are now.
Conversation between a mom and her 5’ish year old daughter. in the bathroom stall next to me at the Cheesecake Factory restaurant last weekend:
Girl: I want to get a tattoo.
Mom: Don’t you want a matching tattoo, like mommy’s? We could match.
Girl: No. I want to get one with letters, a name. And a heart!
Mom: You want a name? But…
Girl: I know! I’ll get ____’s name, and with the heart, and a swoosh!
Mom: Oh, you don’t want to get your brother’s name tattooed on you.
Girl: Why not?
Mom: Daddy and I don’t believe in getting names of people we love tattooed on us.
A very brief pause…..
Mom: Well, what if daddy dies and mommy wants to get remarried, and then she has daddy’s name on her body? What would my new husband think?
What I wish I’d said through the wall of the stall?
“Honey, just make sure you get it in a place with enough room. I’m thinking your thigh or your back! Then, when you remarry, you can just cross off the prior guy and add the new one!”
No, I didn’t say a word. Saw them at the sink on the way out. Adorable child. All I could think was “we’re doomed.”
This is a blog post I started on November 15, but never posted. Here it is now, for your enjoyment:
So, the president has now said he will veto the Upton bill that is being voted on today, if it passes. This bill would make part of his law the promise he made yesterday. Yesterday.
Once again, smoke and mirrors. He’s said again that he won’t allow any actual change to his law. What he said yesterday is that he just won’t enforce the part of his law saying you can’t keep your plan. He promises.
BUT your old plan will still be illegal: your “sub-standard” plan, as far as he and Kathleen Sebelius are concerned. Here’s the problem with that. If your carrier doesn’t give you all the coverage the government says you should have, and thus they don’t charge for it, they can still end up paying for it in the end. It’s along the lines of a hotel offering you a continental breakfast with your reservation, but being told they have to serve everyone Eggs Benedict with the works because it has been deemed that THAT is what constitutes a proper breakfast. They didn’t figure in the cost of the latter, but that’s their problem, right?
What insurance company is going to offer a policy like that? Answer: none. They will still cancel the current plans. And O will blame them once again, saying “But I SAID you could keep your old plan.”
The truth is, sadly, that there probably won’t be any old plans left to keep. We’ve already received our cancellation and the replacement coverage we’ve been offered is over $5700 more per year. The prices both in and outside of the exchanges are supposed to be the same. So how can allowing folks to keep their plans impact the exchanges so terribly? My old plan was cheaper and it was the perfect plan for us. I still don’t need a government mommy telling me what is best for me.
Nothing has changed. We are still in the bowl. He had us clinging to the edge yesterday, but my feet are getting wet.
Update: I actually have no update. I’m guessing the bill is sitting on Harry Reid’s desk, perhaps right under his copy of “Regulating the Poor”.
Driving home the other night, I was desperately in need of unwinding to the classic rock tunes I’m so used to on one my favorite “Classic Rock” radio stations. The day had been insane, as most of my days seem to be lately. It was a really dark, cold night and as I waited for the heat to come up in the car and seat to heat, I flipped on the radio.
Pink Floyd’s “Another Brick In The Wall” was more than half way through. Not my favorite PF tune, but I kept listening. The final words of the song just barely ended, “How can you have any pudding if you don’t eat your meat!” and then…..”Doot-doot, doot-doot, doot-doot, doot-doot…”
“There’s a port…on a western bay…”
OR HOW I FIXED MY CD EJECT FAILURE ISSUES
I am the family IT guy. Someone clicks on the wrong thing and it’s “Mom! My computer! Help!.” I think I have my own inquisitive nature to blame. And up until now I’d say it was partly that and part my own burning need to understand all of that which I command in my daily life. This includes every computerized gadget we own. It also includes the dog, but he’s proving a much harder subject.
So, over the years, I’ve learned how to understand the ins and outs of html as well as how to keep my PC safe from the evils that lie just beyond my keyboard. I’m paranoid bordering on neurotic about every keystroke and I’ll never, ever, ever click on those flashing ads on the side of my Facebook page. Sadly, not everyone in my household is as vigilant.