It Is Not “Just….”

…poverty. Or ‘gun control’ or health care.

A recent exchange on another blog really highlighted this for me and I believe it is one of the greatest issues with people who blog only occasionally about issues. And even some of the people who delve deeply into the issues either don’t get it or gloss over the fact.

The issue on the other blog was about poverty and how we, Americans, aren’t doing enough to address the issue. Well, rarely is a problem singular or isolated in nature.
I pointed out how the laws, regulations, rules, etc create such a huge hurdle and administrative burden that few people can successfully start a new company or keep one going for more then a few months.
I pointed out how our education system is failing; due to the leftist policies implement over the decades.
I pointed out how our tax system is already skewed heavily and that increasing the progressive nature of the system moves our country toward socialism.

Many people forget to consider the impact or the direction which the moves takes our country. Or they deliberately discount the foundation behind our objections. “Oh come on, who doesn’t want to help feed the hungry”. No one but if it means we exist in a socialistic society the price is too high to pay.

I’ve started trying to point out this when I engage online. Maybe this is something that should be obvious and is to many others but I think it needs to be done.

Which brings me to my last “Just….” as in “Just another blog saying the same thing as many others”.

Please don’t let that stop you from saying it anyways. Don’t let it stop you from commenting; either on blogs or news media sites. All too often the silent majority is just that- silent. We need to speak up; to show those that have the same beliefs they are not alone. To show those who believe differently that we are paying attention, that we do oppose their ideas. Not their right to have them but where those ideas will take our country.

We need to raise such a strong consistent voice that it can not be ignored.

Speak up folks, don’t be afraid of sounding like an echo chamber. I’ve been amazed how one person can phrase things in a way to encapsulate the problem or solution better than everyone else has…..on a subject that just about everyone talks about.

Speak up folks, if for no other reason then the fact we can say “We told you what we wanted, we told you what would happened if you did this” if the time comes.

 

Please join the discussion.

Fake But Accurate

“Hey Bob,this is your wife. Could you take a selfie and text it to me; I am having trouble picking you out of the crowd at the terminal”

Yeah, it’s been like that.

 

Definitely not in Kansas Toto.. ….Kansas was last week Bob! Please try to keep up

 

 

 

Did I mention I have a new job?

Did I mention that out of the 4 weeks I’ve been working for the company that I have traveled 3 of them?

 

Probably did but was likely just talking to myself.

An alternate title to this post was ‘Dude, where is my car?”
Answer — “Depends on what day it is.”

More later

Attention Texas Drivers….Let’s Talk about Stop Signs

I know we haven’t talked in a while. Part of that is definitely my fault; in an effort to keep my blood pressure under control, I’ve been trying to be a little more relaxed about watching traffic.

But this, this we really need to talk about. Oh not all of you but enough that I feel we should cover a few basic things about stop signs.

First — PAY ATTENTION.
It is your job, your primary job, to drive the car. Not eat, not take a phone call, not respond to FB. — Drive the car.

Second — Where to stop.
I know it sounds a little odd to say (most of us remember) but the place to stop is actually so your front bumper is just behind an imaginary line drawn across the street where the stop sign is.
Some of you have a major problem with this; either you are half away across the street before you stop or you stop 3 car lengths back.

Third – How long
This is the biggest part of my grievance and is definitely related to the first part above. When you pull up to a stop sign, you are required to come to a full stop. That’s it.

There is no time limit on how long you have to wait at a stop sign before proceeding. IT ## )&)$##%@ isn’t 3 to 8 Seconds! Especially when there is no other traffic at the other sides of the street. Good gravy people. Use some common sense; if there are other cars make sure you can proceed then go.

But way too many of you seem to think that you have to approach the stop sign, creep up to it as not startle it, stop, look around at the empty street, check again, start forward, stop again to check to see if a Romulan war bird disguised as a Buick uncloacked and then finally proceed.

To co-op a phrase; we can do better than this.

 

Stress

1stress

noun \ˈstres\

: a state of mental tension and worry caused by problems in your life, work, etc.

: something that causes strong feelings of worry or anxiety

: physical force or pressure

Hmm…major audit at work in 2 weeks.

2 Days after the audit at work, I have an Orientation class for the range. It’s fast approaching around 40 to 50 people planning on attending. And we’ve implemented a new system for identification badges. Which I haven’t seen yet, haven’t figured out how to get new members set up.

Rehearsal Dinner tonight.

My daughter’s wedding tomorrow.

Another activity on Sunday.

It’s difficult to remember that I don’t need to stress out.

John 14:27

Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. Not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your hearts be troubled, neither let them be afraid.

“Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.

And my God will supply every need of yours according to his riches in glory in Christ Jesus.

What then shall we say to these things? If God is for us, who can be against us?

Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God

12 Years Ago

I asked one of the most important questions in my life.

She said “yes”

6 months later we were married.

 

I’d ask again today, tomorrow and every day of my life.

Love you Kimberly

A Request -Please Talk to ME

This goes out to all the fast food workers in the Dallas Fort Worth area; please consider it a polite request. I do my part. I shut off my radio or turn it way down. I don’t drive a car with a loud engine. I make sure that only one person in the car is talking when we are ordering. All I’m asking you to do in your part of the conversation is to:

Please TALK TO ME…..

 

Please TALK TO ME.….not the 1.5″ thick plexiglass window. I understand (and can see) that most drive through windows are the size of a postage stamp. But putting your mouth two inches from the window and 18 inches above it doesn’t help me hear what you are saying.
Lean over a little, look at me through the window and Please talk to me.

 

Please TALK TO ME…..not the blooming cash register.  I worked fast food in my youth. I remember the press of business and not being able to keep one order’s details in mind. I get it. So how about you look at the total on the register for my order, then turn towards me and verbally relay that information. Sound is directional; they may not have taught you that in school but it is true. It is very difficult to hear what you are saying when most of the noise is traveling 90 degrees from where I am.

 

Please TALK TO ME…..in a voice that audible more than then cell phone range from your mouth. I see the boom microphone firmly attached to your head. You can adjust the volume on it or simply lower your voice when you are talking to the person at the order station. But whispering in a voice that would make a librarian proud isn’t very effective when the person is sitting in an idling car. You might wake up a few coworkers (might help get the order out faster but that is a side benefit) but it would save you from having to repeat yourself a couple of times.

 

This mini rant, polite request has been brought you by This Old Curmudgeon.

 

 

Signs of the Times

I used to laugh when my mom or dad complained about some of their favorite music popping up in commercials.

Stopped when I noticed the same thing.

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Not one of my most favorite songs but definitely one from my ‘youth’. Here is the original

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Man, getting old stinks. Not the least of which is how often Karma seems to be laughing at me.