Let’s Get Serious

A soon to be “former” President of the United States has depicted the terrorist attacks against Americans as somehow due to slavery and past wars of conquest against the Indians.  And he was applauded at one of our most prestigious universities for saying it.  Nothing like this happened during World War II.  Even those who had grievances knew, as Joe Louis put it, “There’s nothing wrong with this country that Hitler is going to cure.”

Personally I don’t see any of it that way, but this is America in the 21st Century.

A lot of this would be almost comical in nature if it wasn’t so downright serious.  We routinely see people stand up and applaud themselves in government for NOT doing a damn thing, in fact, failing in what they set out to do in the first place.  But they stand up and give themselves high-fives and vote themselves pay raises for doing a sorry job.  And now, we are perceived to be under the threat of a total change over.  There is a lot of loose talk floating around about a change with the tag of “Socialism” attached to it also.

But just putting the issue in these terms is radically different from the mindset that pervades much of our educational system, the media, and the intelligentsia today.  Too many people today compare the United States, not to other countries, but to their own ideals.  Whatever happened to JFK’s impassioned plea, “Ask not what your country can do for you, but what YOU can do for YOUR country.”  Too much of this country is being “homogenized” by people with their own private agendas.

I have been sick of it for a long time.

Take California for instance.  California, like it or not, was one of the states on the forefront of changing this country in an adverse manner.  First to print bi-lingual ballots, change over English on government signage and buildings, and to dole out the paychecks and perks to the newcomers.  Last time I looked, the California ballot was printed in eleven languages, why bother to learn English?  It is much the same here, Spanish on everything.

It is not the pilgrims or newcomers, it is us.  Most of the welfare system in California can be compared to the gross national product of a small banana republic country you cannot find on a map.  And now they bask in the fruits of their labors … They are bankrupt and out of cash.

What most don’t stop to think about is America is great because it is just that — America.

It is not little Saigon, a small piece of some border town in Mexico, or any other country.  It is America.  When everyone tries to change it into some kind of second rate satellite of where they originally migrated from then the problems start.  They don’t learn English because we cater to them.  They get the perks and the benefits, because they WORK at subverting the system, instead of integrating into it.  I also think a lot of this conversation or debate we are having here, is a tad bit one sided.

American Blacks, the American Farmer, Corporate America, Insurance companies, the banks, the oil lobby and the white Anglo-Saxon Caucasian guy down the street, have at one time or another, taken advantage of the apparent shortcomings of free and open government.  It has just deteriorated into some mindless media circus, and is really hard to spot who happens to be on top of the pile, on any given week.  We are now a nation of panders and special interest.

It always boils down to three basic choices:

  1. Accept it for what it is.
  2. If you cannot accept it for what it is, then change it.
  3. if you cannot change it, or deal with it, then move on.

The late Ayn Rand described the insidious process which takes a society, inch by unremarkable inch, to socialism.  “The goal of the liberals — as it emerges from the record of the past decades — was to smuggle this country into welfare statism by means of single concrete, specific measures, enlarging the power of the government a step at a time, never permitting these steps to be summed up into principles, never permitting their direction to be identified or the basic issue to be named.  Thus, statism was to come, not by vote or by violence, by slow rot — by a long process of evasion and epistemological corruption, leading to a fait accompli (the goals of conservatives was only to retard that process)”.

Surely there can no longer be any doubt that America is well on its way down the slippery slope to Socialism.  The government continues to grow in size, power and arrogance as it asserts increasing sovereignty over the lives and behavior of its subjects.

The noose tightens, and the rabble wear it like some kind of badge of honor.  Some tweak the system to their apparent advantage, and others, slip through the cracks.  Freedom for the most part is lost.  You can thank the Patriot Act, John Ashcroft, Bush, Cheney, and a legion of Un-Constitutional Ideologist thinking legalistic governing morons for that.

It would be rhetorically elegant and a profoundly simpler diplomatic issue if we could all just pick up and move to this social utopia that we yearn for.  Where things line up, the paperwork is always right, and the apparent benefits outweigh the evils of life.

But we can’t.

This system, or country, who some feel is unfair, unrealistic, and chaotic, is still the best thing going right now, at least for me it is.  If you don’t believe that, try anarchic Somalia which is arguably the planet’s foremost failed state, with Afghanistan and the Congo not far behind as basket-case competitors.

Find a sub-clan with a savvy leader, or a gang on a street corner and you have what passes for governing structure in much of Mogadishu and its environs.  I would rather say here and duke it out with the “special interest” groups, which seem to multiply with each passing election year, than spend one day, one hour, in any of the above listed countries.

We have, as Americans, forgotten how truly good we have it.  For my money, “Life in America is still number one.  Anything that comes in second best, is just first string in a long line of losers.”

I am not sure if this is a definition of Socialism or not, but it works for me.  But it is as I said in the beginning:  “A lot of this would be almost comical in nature if it wasn’t so downright serious.  We routinely see people stand up and applaud themselves in government for NOT doing a damn thing, in fact, failing in what they set out to do in the first place.  But they stand up and give themselves high-fives and vote themselves pay raises for doing a sorry job.”

There lie the rub, the crux of the problem.


Cast Thy Booty On The Water

church-ladyTwo women have opened an unusual specialty shop in Raleigh, North Carolina.  Lingerie for religious women.  The Seek Ye First Lingerie Shop appeals to women who want to be “alluring” but not “sleazy,” said the two Baptist owners.  Apparently customers like the idea — the owners report brisk sales at the “thong rack.”

Hallelujah our prayers have been answered!  Ah Love.  There is a difference between love and sex.  Sex is for reliving tension and of course, love is what causes it.

Not So Swift Cracker

In Smyrna, Georgia a man was arrested after sending a hoax anthrax letter to the police chief … The tip off?  His return address was on the envelope.  I mean ….. Duh?  Can’t believe that?  Okay, try this.  “Yeah, I called earlier asking why my power was out, and you said it was because of the storm.  If that’s so, how come I just saw a car drive by my house a few minutes ago, and its lights were on?” From Leland H. Gregory’s book, “What’s the number for 9-11 again?”

Stella!  Stella!  No, wait, Adrian!  Adrian!

How about another Rocky?  Sly Stallone would love to bring Rock and Rambo back to the silver screen, but at his age, the Hollywood star fears his chances are slim.  The prospect of ANYONE paying good money to go see it is slim or next to nothing.   Traditionally movies during a recession or depression do rather well, one of the few items in a sinking economy that will still make a buck.

Heavenly Pay Back

A mother of three in the UK who claims that she had been visited by Jehovah’s Witnesses every month, for over 12 years, became fed up, stormed into Kingdom Hall, in Peace Haven, East Sussex, during a Jehovah’s Witness Service.

She began “handing out free magazines to see if they would like a copy, just like the copies of The Watchtower the Jehovah’s Witnesses hand out.  Nobody seemed to want them though and she wouldn’t leave until the police arrived.

This is why they are called “Dopers.”

A Ft. Smith Arkansas couple who called to report the theft of marijuana from their home, according to police.  And were promptly arrested for cultivation and drug paraphernalia.  And on the seventh day, God stepped back and said, “There is my creation, perfect in every way.  Oh damn it, I left pot all over the place.  Now they’ll think I want them to smoke it.  Now I have to create Republicans.”

Plum Nuts If You Ask Me

California Prune Producers have the right to change the name of prunes, the Food
and Drug Administration has ruled.  They can now call prunes, “dried plums” in order to reach a much younger segment of the American Market.

Oh yeah, almost forgot, the government at the same time, is paying prune-pickers some $17 million to take trees out of production, because of a 60,000 pound surplus.  Now that makes sense, what does that work out to?  $283 a ton … Now if that doesn’t make you – – – – nothing will.  (Blanks are optional Y’all, put in whatever works for you.)

I can hear mothers everywhere, “Johnny!  Eat your what-you-call-its?  They cost almost $8 a pound!”

Turning Another Corner


Found myself sitting around most of this day watching Beach Video’s on cable.  I like the “eye candy” and there is the added “suspense factor” that they interject into the segments.  Will Bobby be found by his mother before 28 minutes after the hour, when the commercials are scheduled to run. By the way, “they always find the missing tyke and he/she is reunited with his/her mother.”

Most of the time it is a lost little boy and I don’t know why it is that way but it is.

End of the year wrapping up here in the Heart Land, time to start considering what it is that we are going to try and do different in this New Year. Which country we will invade in the name of Democracy, where we will park the new aircraft carrier named after the president when it comes out of the shipyard.  Whether or not Bed, Bath & Beyond will have a sale in January or even still be in business by say … July?

Mostly I wonder if I will ever shell out $8.50 a pop to see another Adam Sandler movie, which is highly doubtful.  Not big on resolutions, but here is one that I could make and keep, without any problems whatsoever.  I could make an honest effort at being a much milder, congenial person ….. Naw, screw that, why would I want to tear down this wonderful reputation that I have spent years building in one day?

One thing I have settled in on for sure, is managing my email account a lot better than I did this past year, it has been for lack of a better word rather pathetic.  A chaotic mess of this and that, I hope in the New Year to organize it better and stay on top of it.  Creative Endeavors is also going to get a new home page and a totally new look.  My eyes need the break (I need more “white space” on the page), and the old design has to cease, I cannot cut the grey/grey background colors any longer.

So there are two things I wish to change, and most likely will.  I suppose we all have a little bit of the “hopeless dreamer” in us all, and we swear up and down, we will fix things.  All those pesky bothersome things that usually do not get fixed.

This is the time of the year when some of us naturally start thinking of last minute giving, beating the tax deadline of the 31st of the month and find something that can not only benefit us financially but also give you a jump on those pesky New Years Resolutions that the majority of us make, but never seem to keep.

Fortunately for Cup Cake and I, years ago we started out with virtually nothing, and somehow, we have managed to keep it all intact.  We won’t be giving anything more than we have already, we just don’t have it.

No big night out on the town either, we will stay inside our warm abode, close to each other, huddled in the dark listening to the gunshots in the neighborhood.  I remember one New Year in particular, we were in Las Vegas, and when the appointed time came, everyone was kissing everyone else, it was nice, and I have to admit, “kind of hot” until the wife looked at me and declared, “You kiss one more woman, and you will NOT be having a good year, you understand?”

In the movies, the hero always gets a last cigarette, a last request, just about anything that he requests, is granted.  Not here.  I get the final warning and not so much as a blindfold.  And of course …. “Before I kill you, there is ONE THING I want you to know.” So much for good times on Fremont Street and lip-locking with beautiful females of the species.

Ah, the once a year “I am gonna become a better person” syndrome (which in my case is HIGHLY doubtful) has arrived and it is time to re-arrange our lifestyles, our priorities and take charge of what is left of our lives.

Nothing like killing two birds with one stone.