Thursday, November 30, 2006
Microsoft for President
Microsoft's CEO Steve Ballmer has proven to be as two faced as any politician. Back when the Justice Department was persuing an anti-trust suit against Microsoft, one of the defenses Microsoft used to maintain that they did not have a monopoly was the existance of Linux. Now they claim that some of Linux's functionality is based on Windows. Buy Windows and pay Microsoft or use Linux and pay Microsoft. Smells like a monopoly to me. Unfortunately for Mr Ballmer and Microsoft, the next asshole in the Whitehouse probably won't be Steve Ballmer. It will probably be a Democrat and we all know what the justice department under a Democratic president likes to do to monopolies.
Back From Iraq
I found this on YouTube. It is an eight minute video of some of our men and women who are back from Iraq. If you are tough, you may be able to sit through it. For those of you unfamiliar with using YouTube, simply click on the arrow in the picture to play the film clip.
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
The Patriot Act
What the Bush administration FBI does to Muslims via the so called Patriot Act, you can bet Hillary will be doing to US gun owners. Sooner or later the liberal democrats will be back in the White House, when they do, it will again be open season on guns. The US is one of the few countries left in the world where average citizens can legally own guns. This is a pain in the ass to every socialist worldwide. All of you out there who think that Bush needs the rights robbing Patriot Act to fight terror, remember what I said when Hillary's FBI and ATF show up to confiscate your weapons.
Iraq
I have never been to Iraq. I have never lost anything there so I have no need to go hunt anything there. Is Iraq important to you? Do you have a vested interest in something over there? Is your interest worth fighting for? Ok. If it is, I say that we should give you an M-16 and let you go over there and have at it. In fact I am in favor of equipping anyone who wants to fight in Iraq and letting them have at it.
On the other hand, I am in favor of bringing home all our men and women who are over there not because they have a dog in this race, but just because some asshole politician says we are there and we can't leave.
Like Big Daddy in 'Cat on a Hot Tin Roof', I say 'Carp.' We can leave right now. What will happen? Some say that the country will plunge into a civil war. To them I say "Wake up , it is already in a civil war." All we as a nation do by keeping our military in Iraq is to entend the fighting and lose precious young American lives in the process.
On the other hand, I am in favor of bringing home all our men and women who are over there not because they have a dog in this race, but just because some asshole politician says we are there and we can't leave.
Like Big Daddy in 'Cat on a Hot Tin Roof', I say 'Carp.' We can leave right now. What will happen? Some say that the country will plunge into a civil war. To them I say "Wake up , it is already in a civil war." All we as a nation do by keeping our military in Iraq is to entend the fighting and lose precious young American lives in the process.
10 Ways To Live Longer
I was going through some papers on my desk and came across this hand written note, in my handwriting. It is titled 10 ways to live longer. Obviously I copied it from somewhere, but I don't now where. Any way, here it is for what it's worth:
Don't Oversleep
Be Optimistic
Have More Sex
Get A Pet
Get A VAP
Be Rich
Stop Smoking
Chill Out
Eat Your Antioxidants
Marry Well
Don't Oversleep
Be Optimistic
Have More Sex
Get A Pet
Get A VAP
Be Rich
Stop Smoking
Chill Out
Eat Your Antioxidants
Marry Well
Monday, November 27, 2006
Something Else My Daddy Taught Me
I just read an article about the the oak doors at the Supreme Court of the United States which display tablets carrying Roman numerals I-V and VI-X. The article indicated that back in the 1970's the Supreme Court's own documentation said that the tablets represent the ten commandments. Now that any mention of religion coupled with government has become an instant ticket to pariah status, the tablets are described simply as being "symbolic representations".
This brought to mind something that my daddy taught me. One night we had left work at Miller's Garage and were headed home. I needed something from a store along the way, but I was dirty and greasy from having worked in the shop all day. Daddy was gonna stop and let me go into the store and get what I needed, but I asked him to wait and let me go home and clean up first and then come back. He said that a working man should never be ashamed of how he looked. That the dirt and grease on my clothes, face and hands was a sign to the world that I had put in an honest days work. To this he added, as long as you are doing right, don't ever be ashamed of who you are, what you are doing or where you came from. I've always considered this to be the Coosa County version of Polonius' advice to his son Laertes in "Hamlet", "To thine own self be true."
When we, as a nation, begin to modify history to match our current politically correct ideas, we are not being true to ourselves. I don't care whether you believe in a higher power or not. It does not make any difference whether or not separation of church and state is constitutional or unconstitutional. If the tablets represented the ten commandments in the 1970's then they represent them today. If it was a mistake to have them, then it is a mistake that we should live with, not try to cover up. If it is illegal to have them, then take them down. Put up some doors with pictures of Paris Hilton and Madonna or whatever else is currently considered PC, but if someone asks what the old doors represented don't lie. Admit they stood for the ten commandments.
This brought to mind something that my daddy taught me. One night we had left work at Miller's Garage and were headed home. I needed something from a store along the way, but I was dirty and greasy from having worked in the shop all day. Daddy was gonna stop and let me go into the store and get what I needed, but I asked him to wait and let me go home and clean up first and then come back. He said that a working man should never be ashamed of how he looked. That the dirt and grease on my clothes, face and hands was a sign to the world that I had put in an honest days work. To this he added, as long as you are doing right, don't ever be ashamed of who you are, what you are doing or where you came from. I've always considered this to be the Coosa County version of Polonius' advice to his son Laertes in "Hamlet", "To thine own self be true."
When we, as a nation, begin to modify history to match our current politically correct ideas, we are not being true to ourselves. I don't care whether you believe in a higher power or not. It does not make any difference whether or not separation of church and state is constitutional or unconstitutional. If the tablets represented the ten commandments in the 1970's then they represent them today. If it was a mistake to have them, then it is a mistake that we should live with, not try to cover up. If it is illegal to have them, then take them down. Put up some doors with pictures of Paris Hilton and Madonna or whatever else is currently considered PC, but if someone asks what the old doors represented don't lie. Admit they stood for the ten commandments.
Sunday, November 26, 2006
Restored
Yesterday, I went down to Sylacauga to recover the blue 1972 pickup that was stolen from my parents old home earlier this year. Back in June, someone just backed up to the truck and snatched it out from under the shed where it was sitting. Having anything stolen is disheartening and tends to make you doubt your fellow man.
The truck was recently recovered and as I said, yesterday I went down to tow it home. Unfortunately I failed to check the air pressure in the tires on my tow dolly. When I got the pickup loaded, the dolly tires were sagging down very low. The guys at the storage yard where I picked up the truck told me that the Shell station down the hill had air, so I headed that way. About half way to the station, the left tire on the dolly pulled off the rim. I drove onto the shoulder and proceeded to the driveway of the Shell Station.
I was not in my regular vehicle and did not have a 4 way lug wrench or a jack. As I stood there trying to figure out what to do, a man walked up and said looks like you are having tire trouble, can I help? I told him there was not much he could do as I did not have my jack or lug wrench. He said I have a jack and a lug wrench. He went and got his tools and helped me get the tire and wheel off. I took them over to the air pump at the Shell station and as luck would have it, the tire took air and popped back out to the rim. I put it back on the dolly, but had failed to put enough air in it, so he and I had to take it off and do the whole thing again. He produced a tire guage and helped me get the correct amount of air in the tire.
While this was going on, another man walked up and told me of a tire place down the road about three miles that was reasonable and fast. I asked him the name and he said Miller Tire. I told him I was a Miller and he asked me where I was from. I told him that I was originally from Rockford. He said I know you, you are Bubba Miller. I thought he was thinking of Buck Miller and told him no Buck was a distant relative and that I was Denson Miller's son. He said not Buck, Bubba, your daddy ran Miller's Garage. It was then that I realized that he was referring to by what everyone at the garage called me, which was Brother. (By the way, this just goes to re-inforce what I have always said, Bubba is a word for Brother, probably coming from young children mispronouncing Brother.) Anyway I told him you mean Brother and he said that's right, Brother. Next he said, "Your daddy bought me my first car." Seems that this guy, whose name was Doyle Harris, worked around my fathers shop when he was young. It would have been in the mid 1970's after I had finished college and had gone to work full time for the Power Company. He washed tools, cleaned up and just helped out in general. He said one day a man came in and tried to sell my father a 1950 model flathead Ford car for $35. My father told the guy , "I don't need that damn thing" but then Doyle said my father turned to him and said "How about you?" He told my father that he would like to have it but did not have $35. He said my father said, hell don't worry about that. So Doyle and my father got in my fathers truck, probably the same one I was retriving yesterday, and rode over to where the 50 model Ford was located. He said my father paid the man for the car and then Doyle drove it back to the garage. He said it had a rod knocking in the motor but he was tickled to be driving his own car. When Doyle finished telling the story, he shook my hand and left.
Me and the first man ,who had stopped to help me, finished putting the tire back on the tow dolly and he was about to leave. I asked him his name and he said James Thomas. I told him if he was ever in Pelham or Rockford and needed help, to just give me a call, I'm in the book.
James Thomas and Doyle Harris did a lot for me yesterday. Of course James helped me fix my tire and get back on the road and Doyle gave me some good advice on where to get tire work done, but they did so much more than that. With their willingness to help a total stranger and with Doyle's recounting the story of the good deed my father had done all those year ago, they both gave me renewed hope in the humanity of man. The things that theives stole from me in June of this year, my dad's pickup and my confidence in my fellow man, were both restored to me yesterday.
The truck was recently recovered and as I said, yesterday I went down to tow it home. Unfortunately I failed to check the air pressure in the tires on my tow dolly. When I got the pickup loaded, the dolly tires were sagging down very low. The guys at the storage yard where I picked up the truck told me that the Shell station down the hill had air, so I headed that way. About half way to the station, the left tire on the dolly pulled off the rim. I drove onto the shoulder and proceeded to the driveway of the Shell Station.
I was not in my regular vehicle and did not have a 4 way lug wrench or a jack. As I stood there trying to figure out what to do, a man walked up and said looks like you are having tire trouble, can I help? I told him there was not much he could do as I did not have my jack or lug wrench. He said I have a jack and a lug wrench. He went and got his tools and helped me get the tire and wheel off. I took them over to the air pump at the Shell station and as luck would have it, the tire took air and popped back out to the rim. I put it back on the dolly, but had failed to put enough air in it, so he and I had to take it off and do the whole thing again. He produced a tire guage and helped me get the correct amount of air in the tire.
While this was going on, another man walked up and told me of a tire place down the road about three miles that was reasonable and fast. I asked him the name and he said Miller Tire. I told him I was a Miller and he asked me where I was from. I told him that I was originally from Rockford. He said I know you, you are Bubba Miller. I thought he was thinking of Buck Miller and told him no Buck was a distant relative and that I was Denson Miller's son. He said not Buck, Bubba, your daddy ran Miller's Garage. It was then that I realized that he was referring to by what everyone at the garage called me, which was Brother. (By the way, this just goes to re-inforce what I have always said, Bubba is a word for Brother, probably coming from young children mispronouncing Brother.) Anyway I told him you mean Brother and he said that's right, Brother. Next he said, "Your daddy bought me my first car." Seems that this guy, whose name was Doyle Harris, worked around my fathers shop when he was young. It would have been in the mid 1970's after I had finished college and had gone to work full time for the Power Company. He washed tools, cleaned up and just helped out in general. He said one day a man came in and tried to sell my father a 1950 model flathead Ford car for $35. My father told the guy , "I don't need that damn thing" but then Doyle said my father turned to him and said "How about you?" He told my father that he would like to have it but did not have $35. He said my father said, hell don't worry about that. So Doyle and my father got in my fathers truck, probably the same one I was retriving yesterday, and rode over to where the 50 model Ford was located. He said my father paid the man for the car and then Doyle drove it back to the garage. He said it had a rod knocking in the motor but he was tickled to be driving his own car. When Doyle finished telling the story, he shook my hand and left.
Me and the first man ,who had stopped to help me, finished putting the tire back on the tow dolly and he was about to leave. I asked him his name and he said James Thomas. I told him if he was ever in Pelham or Rockford and needed help, to just give me a call, I'm in the book.
James Thomas and Doyle Harris did a lot for me yesterday. Of course James helped me fix my tire and get back on the road and Doyle gave me some good advice on where to get tire work done, but they did so much more than that. With their willingness to help a total stranger and with Doyle's recounting the story of the good deed my father had done all those year ago, they both gave me renewed hope in the humanity of man. The things that theives stole from me in June of this year, my dad's pickup and my confidence in my fellow man, were both restored to me yesterday.
Monday, November 20, 2006
Write In Votes
What if your mechanic told you he could work on more cars each day if he did not have to put them back together after he took them apart? What about if your surgeon, after he took out your appendix, did not sew you back up to save time? Well I just read a news article that said in Shelby county, the poll workers don't like to count write in votes because it takes too much time.
Sunday, November 19, 2006
Government Versus The Real World
Back in 2000, when the late Harry Browne was running for president, he came up with an interesting question that he asked people. It was "What is your favorite government program?" I watched a video tape of him asking many people that question. Virtually none of them could name a government program that they liked. Very few people like government programs, yet these programs continue to endure. Why is that?
I think it is mainly because of one glaring difference in how government operates and how the real world operates. In the real world, people have ideas, they start endeavors based on these ideas and the endeavors either prosper or they do poorly, fail and disappear. In the world of government, governments have ideas; they start programs based on these ideas. If the programs prosper, which is nearly never the case, they continue. If the programs fail, the people who started them claim they were under funded or under staffed and additional resources are channeled to the failing programs to try and make them work.
A current example of just such an instance is the call by Rep. Charles Rangel to reinstate the draft. Rep. Rangel said, "There's no question in my mind that this president and this administration would never have invaded Iraq, especially on the flimsy evidence that was presented to the Congress, if indeed we had a draft and members of Congress and the administration thought that their kids from their communities would be placed in harm's way,". Can anyone be that dumb? Why would 'W' hesitate starting a war for fear of the draft? He was successful in evading the draft during the Vietnam War, I am sure that he would assume that he could keep his daughters out of any draft that came up. I also imagine that most if not all members of our political elite would make the same assumption. No, the war in Iraq is just another failed government program and all Rep. Rangel's proposal would do would make it easier for the political elite to throw resources, in this case the lives of American men and women, at that failed program. If Rep. Rangel is concerned about our minorities and lower income people being sacrificed in Iraq, and rightly he should be, then he should submit legislation calling for the immediate withdrawal of all American forces from Iraq and close that failed government endeavor.
I think it is mainly because of one glaring difference in how government operates and how the real world operates. In the real world, people have ideas, they start endeavors based on these ideas and the endeavors either prosper or they do poorly, fail and disappear. In the world of government, governments have ideas; they start programs based on these ideas. If the programs prosper, which is nearly never the case, they continue. If the programs fail, the people who started them claim they were under funded or under staffed and additional resources are channeled to the failing programs to try and make them work.
A current example of just such an instance is the call by Rep. Charles Rangel to reinstate the draft. Rep. Rangel said, "There's no question in my mind that this president and this administration would never have invaded Iraq, especially on the flimsy evidence that was presented to the Congress, if indeed we had a draft and members of Congress and the administration thought that their kids from their communities would be placed in harm's way,". Can anyone be that dumb? Why would 'W' hesitate starting a war for fear of the draft? He was successful in evading the draft during the Vietnam War, I am sure that he would assume that he could keep his daughters out of any draft that came up. I also imagine that most if not all members of our political elite would make the same assumption. No, the war in Iraq is just another failed government program and all Rep. Rangel's proposal would do would make it easier for the political elite to throw resources, in this case the lives of American men and women, at that failed program. If Rep. Rangel is concerned about our minorities and lower income people being sacrificed in Iraq, and rightly he should be, then he should submit legislation calling for the immediate withdrawal of all American forces from Iraq and close that failed government endeavor.
Friday, November 17, 2006
How To Bring Democracy To Iraq
I have an idea of how we can bring democracy to Iraq. Next week, have an election. Let everyone in Iraq vote. Everyone, including the American, British, and other foreign troops stationed there. Make the election a referendum on the immediate withdrawl of all foreign troops from Iraq. Count the votes and let the majority rule.
Predicting The Weather
I just finished reading an article that said that meteroligists have difficultly in predicting in May what is gonna happen in June through November (the hurricane season). On the other hand, the global warming experts tell us they know what is gonna happen 50 years into the future. Yeah. Right.
Like a Crack Head Brother
The song 'God Bless America' by Irving Berlin starts off with "God Bless America, Land That I Love". This morning I read a news item on the internet about someone shooting someone else over a playstation. After reading it, I paused for a minute. For some reason the words of Berlin's song came into my mind. I'll tell you, sometimes I have to question that second phrase, "Land that I love". I know that I still love it, but I can't help but think I must be like someone who has a crack head for a brother. They have to still love him regardless of how disgusting and problematic he becomes. "God bless America, crack head brother that it's become."
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Put Down The Gun, Then We Will Talk
I just read this article by Stefan Molyneux. It is one of the most insightful and succinct comparisons of the nature of government versus the principles of libertarianism that I have seen.
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Re: Word Verification
I've said it before and I'll say it again. Word Verification sux. I am sure you all know what I am talking about. For those few that may have been spared it so far, word verification is a small box with some barely legible characters beside it. To proceed in a selected activity you have to type the characters in the box. It is supposed to stop automated responses and assure that actual people are using the affected web pages. I don't know how good a job it does at eliminating bots but I can assure that it is excellent at frustrating 59 year old men.
Many word verifications, like the one on the Atlanta Braves ticket ordering page, are nearly impossible to read. Others, like the one that Blogger uses, can be read alright, but don't work properly. If you move back and forth between the composition screen and the preview screen in Blogger, chances are the little characters that you put in the word verification box won't work.
Well to quote Popeye, I've stands all I can stands, I can't stands no more. So, I've decided to fight back. Starting today, when I am presented with a word verification box, if I can't read the characters, or if there are too many or if I just don't like where my fingers have to go on the keyboard to type them, I just hit enter instead. I don't know how this is gonna work on all pages but on blogger it results in a new set of characters. I keep doing that until I get something that I don't mind typing, preferably 5 characters of less. So far on this screen I have passed over zmvskty, ymcmcng, and settled for armfk.
Many word verifications, like the one on the Atlanta Braves ticket ordering page, are nearly impossible to read. Others, like the one that Blogger uses, can be read alright, but don't work properly. If you move back and forth between the composition screen and the preview screen in Blogger, chances are the little characters that you put in the word verification box won't work.
Well to quote Popeye, I've stands all I can stands, I can't stands no more. So, I've decided to fight back. Starting today, when I am presented with a word verification box, if I can't read the characters, or if there are too many or if I just don't like where my fingers have to go on the keyboard to type them, I just hit enter instead. I don't know how this is gonna work on all pages but on blogger it results in a new set of characters. I keep doing that until I get something that I don't mind typing, preferably 5 characters of less. So far on this screen I have passed over zmvskty, ymcmcng, and settled for armfk.
Copyright Crazy
To even the casual observer it is becoming obvious that we are a society that is obsessed with copyrights. Last week I saw a headline that said that Andy Griffith had sued Andy Griffith. Turns out some politician in Wisconsin was running for sheriff and had changed his name to Andy Griffith to help his chances. It did not work, he lost anyway, but the real Andy Griffith is suing him. Why? No real harm was done was it? Well it may have been copyright infringment. The real Andy's attorney said if you don't protect copyrights, you lose them.
Now, this morning, I read this. If that don't take the hair off the hog, I don't know what does! I loved the Keith Dunnavant quote - “This lawsuit is the equivalent of the Catholic Church suing Michelangelo for painting the Sistine Chapel,” He's right.
Those of you who know me know that I have orange and blue blood and don't usually concern myself with things that affect the "Bama Nation", but this is an obsurdity. It is a perfect example of the copyright obsession that is permeating this country. I say it is time that we put the quieteous to all this copyright mania. Relegate copyright back to the funny little c with a circle around it and not much else.
Now, this morning, I read this. If that don't take the hair off the hog, I don't know what does! I loved the Keith Dunnavant quote - “This lawsuit is the equivalent of the Catholic Church suing Michelangelo for painting the Sistine Chapel,” He's right.
Those of you who know me know that I have orange and blue blood and don't usually concern myself with things that affect the "Bama Nation", but this is an obsurdity. It is a perfect example of the copyright obsession that is permeating this country. I say it is time that we put the quieteous to all this copyright mania. Relegate copyright back to the funny little c with a circle around it and not much else.
Monday, November 13, 2006
Daylight Savings Time
I was just listening to a podcast where the hosts were discussing the origins of daylight savings time. One of the hosts said that originally daylight savings time was concieved by Ben Franklin while he was in France. The idea was that people would get to sleep the same amount but would use less candles and thereby save money. It got me to thinking about daylight savings time and its relevance to the modern world. I wonder just how much energy we save? I suppose in Ben Franklin's time most people did a lot of work by natural light and used candles, which were probably fairly expensive in relation to overall costs, only in hours of darkness. A reduction in candle wax costs was probably significant. Today, people use lights even in the day time. I used to work in a office where we had to shut down when the electricity was off. Not so much because of the computers being down, but because there was virtually no natural light in most of the cubicles. How much money are we actually saving by having a extra hour of daylight for working? I doubt that it is even worth the effort expended to reset all those clocks.
Then I got to thinking about the fact that congress voted last year to change the effective dates for daylight savings time. Why? If it makes a difference now, why have they waited this long to change the dates? After all the length of days has not changed has it? I expect that the hours of daylight on November 13th this year and next year will be about the same as it was on November 13th, 100 years ago. After thinking about if for a while, I decided that they changed the effective dates because they could. It seems to be important to congress and state legislatures to always be changing things. For the better, for the worse or just for the change. They appear to want to make sure that WE realize that THEY call the shots.
I suspect that we could all do just as well if daylight savings time was eliminated altogether or if it was put in effect for 365 days per year, but after a while everyone would forget that it was established by an edict of congress. We could not have that now could we.
Then I got to thinking about the fact that congress voted last year to change the effective dates for daylight savings time. Why? If it makes a difference now, why have they waited this long to change the dates? After all the length of days has not changed has it? I expect that the hours of daylight on November 13th this year and next year will be about the same as it was on November 13th, 100 years ago. After thinking about if for a while, I decided that they changed the effective dates because they could. It seems to be important to congress and state legislatures to always be changing things. For the better, for the worse or just for the change. They appear to want to make sure that WE realize that THEY call the shots.
I suspect that we could all do just as well if daylight savings time was eliminated altogether or if it was put in effect for 365 days per year, but after a while everyone would forget that it was established by an edict of congress. We could not have that now could we.
Friday, November 10, 2006
Partridge Meat
My great uncle Mac (my fathers uncle) worked for the county as a truck driver. Uncle Mac worked for district 2 which was the same district where my father's shop was located. Dad did some repair work for the county so uncle Mac, like many of the district's employees, would drop by fairly regularly to have his truck repaired. Uncle Mac was a great kidder. He loved a corny joke or a good story. While he was waiting on his truck to be repaired he would often tell us jokes or stories. Many of his best jokes or stories are not tame enough for this venue, but this one is:
One of the district 2 employees loved potted meat. Anytime the crew stopped into a country store around lunch time, this particular employee always got a can of potted meat. One day they were all sitting under a shade tree beside a little store down below Weogufka eating lunch. Suddenly the employee that loved potted meat said, I wonder how many partridges it takes to make a can of this here partridge meat. One of the crew members told him that it was not partridge meat, it was potted meat. He said, well I wonder how many partridges it takes to make a can of this potted meat. They explained to him that potted meat contained no partridge meat. Getting a little aggravated, He asked if it ain't partidge meat, then what is it? They showed him the list of ingredients on the side of the can. He read the ingredients, got up and walked over to the trash barrel and dropped the can into the trash. Uncle Mac said he never saw the guy eat potted meat again.
I know, the story isn't that funny but I like it. I also like potted meat. I know what is in it, but lots of times I call it partridge meat just for the heck of it.
One of the district 2 employees loved potted meat. Anytime the crew stopped into a country store around lunch time, this particular employee always got a can of potted meat. One day they were all sitting under a shade tree beside a little store down below Weogufka eating lunch. Suddenly the employee that loved potted meat said, I wonder how many partridges it takes to make a can of this here partridge meat. One of the crew members told him that it was not partridge meat, it was potted meat. He said, well I wonder how many partridges it takes to make a can of this potted meat. They explained to him that potted meat contained no partridge meat. Getting a little aggravated, He asked if it ain't partidge meat, then what is it? They showed him the list of ingredients on the side of the can. He read the ingredients, got up and walked over to the trash barrel and dropped the can into the trash. Uncle Mac said he never saw the guy eat potted meat again.
I know, the story isn't that funny but I like it. I also like potted meat. I know what is in it, but lots of times I call it partridge meat just for the heck of it.
Mr Fetner Was Wrong
I used to work with a man named Fetner. He was much older than the rest of us so we all called him Mr Fetner. Mr Fetner was a WWII vet and about the same age as my father. He was with the OSS during the war and used to tell some interesting stories although he did not seem to enjoy taking about the war. Mostly he wanted to talk politics, Republican politics. Periodically, he would come by my cubicle and strike up a conversation that ultimately lead to the discussion of politics. Whenever there was an election, he would come by and ask if I had gone and "thrown my rocks yet?" If it was a primary election, I would always tell him that I was a Libertarian and in the State of Alabama, the Libertarians don't have a primary. Always, when I said that I was a Libertarian, he would say "we have to have traffic lights." Apparently, Mr Fetner did not differentiate between libertarians and anarchist. This morning I came across this article. It seems that the northern Dutch town of Drachten is proving Mr Fetner wrong.
Mr Fetner passed away several years ago from cancer. It was very sad and we all miss him, but at least he was spared the results of the recent election and finding out that we really don't need traffic lights.
Mr Fetner passed away several years ago from cancer. It was very sad and we all miss him, but at least he was spared the results of the recent election and finding out that we really don't need traffic lights.
Monday, November 06, 2006
Dumber Than A Bag Of Hammers
Jim Cramer on his CNBC show Mad Money occasionally says that something or someone is "dumber than a bag of hammers." On at least one occasion he actually brought in a bag filled with claw hammers to emphasize his point. It is a phrase that I have heard many times over the course of my life. I do not know where it originated but I like it. When I read this Capitol Hill Blue article this morning, I was immediately reminded of "dumber than a bag of hammers."
I know that there are a lot of people who believe that the current members of the executive branch of government in this country are involved in a vast conspiracy. I have to admit that at times, I myself have wondered if there were not some covert motives behind many of their actions, but this latest screwup has pretty well convinced me that the whole bunch is just "dumber than a bag of hammers."
I know that there are a lot of people who believe that the current members of the executive branch of government in this country are involved in a vast conspiracy. I have to admit that at times, I myself have wondered if there were not some covert motives behind many of their actions, but this latest screwup has pretty well convinced me that the whole bunch is just "dumber than a bag of hammers."
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