The Good and the Bad

As some of you may already know, about the only game I play on my computer is free space. I find it a very challenging stimulus for my mind. However, before the more recent versions of windows, they did not have ads between games.

They now give us an option, pay or put up with the ads. I have found ways around the ads but here lately I have been watching them, but not listening. Many of them are very noisy. My dog does not like the noise. For that matter, neither do my wife or I. I found a simple solution. I turned off the sound.

As I look over the ads, I have found many of the ads have some very nice art work, some which I would pay for. Maybe they are missing the boat. They might make good wallpaper or screen savers.

On the other hand, some aren’t so great. I don’t know if you could pay me enough to take one of them. Indeed, I wouldn’t play the game even if I might think I might like it.

A Desire for War?

It would appear that the squad is out for war. I mean, I cannot see inside their minds and I cannot see their motives. However, in this case, the motives seem to be war. I see no other possibility.

They managed to get the funding for Israel’s purely defensive missiles removed. So, when they run out of the missals and more rockets continue to come in from the Gaza Strip, what are they to do. That’s right; send rockets back. That’s right; drop bombs on the Gaza Strip until the rockets stop.

Just what would happen then?

It is another reason to call them dummycrats.

I would ask what they are thinking of but that assumes too much. I don’t think they can think.

Whip Crack Away

The above are the more familiar words to the song, “The Deadwood Stage,” which is from the move “Calamity Jane.” The one song most remembered from the movie was “Secret Love,” which became one of Doris Day’s greatest hits.

One might ask, and rightfully so, “Why bring up the subject on an almost ancient movie?” Well, I was reminded of it when I heard the accusations of border agents using whips on illegal aliens. Of course, they didn’t. Those FOCs do love to draw mental images of those in law enforcement doing horrible things to people doing illegal things, even when they don’t. I mean, all those poor folks are trying to do is cross the border, which is against the law.

I suspect in the long run, the FOCs will likely have to swallow their words, though it will not be much compensation for the border agents who were just doing their jobs. For something like this, maybe it would not be worth writing a post.

However, I got to thinking about whips. After all, those who used them to control animals rarely hit the animal. Generally, they simply crack the whip close to the animals’ ears. Admittedly, I am not familiar with all the techniques, but it is a good way of controlling horses and mules in humane ways. They simply use the sound to control the animals.

This got me to thinking. Just maybe we should give whips to the border patrol. Primarily, they would not use them on the illegals. Simply cracking them in the right way might encourage them to turn around and go back south. On rare occasions, the whips could be used only on persistent adult men. The whips can leave whelps and can even open the skin. However, let’s face it, they are being disobedient of US law. Would it be better to lock them up for a few days and send them home.

Moreover, once word got around, the need of the whips would greatly be decreased. After all, how many poor illegal aliens would want to face a mean border agent swinging a whip from the saddle of a horse?

Then again, had Biden not messed things up on the border in the first place; had he let the wall be completed, we wouldn’t need think about such things. Because of his orders, the illegals must suffer!! AND THEY ARE SUFFERING!!

BUILD THE WALL!!

As a side note, if you have not seen “Calamity Jane,” you might want to the next chance you get. It is a good movie and it does have some good music. Even if you don’t see the movie, you can listen to the music on the net.

A Simple Observation

A short time ago, almost all in the Biden administration, including Biden were taking credit for the killing of a bad man in a car carrying explosives.

Then, what was it, Friday morning? One man admits that the man was an aid distributing water. Besides the one aid, several others, including children were killed.

The one man admitting the guilt was a four star general but he was at least five levels below the president, who remained silent. Suddenly, only the general had anything to say about it.

It is common. It happens all the time. Biden wanted to take credit for the success. On the other hand, he separated himself as far as he could from the failure.

It is the mark of a poor leader. Good leaders take responsibility for mistakes. BAD LEADERS FIND OTHERS TO BLAME!! You want to find a good leader, look for the one willing to accept the blame even more so than the credit. If Biden was a good leader, he would have held a special news conference and admitted his mistake. He would not have cowered in his basement while someone else faced the public.

A Double Fix

They say the carbon dioxide level is too high. So the first solution is to remove some carbon dioxide from the air and put it in large tanks of various sizes.

The second solution is to stage the tanks in strategic locations near forest and airports. In the event of a forest fire, at the correct time, release the carbon dioxide into the fire. Some tanks could be airlifted into location before being discharged.

This would replace the normal air around the fire and would reduce the burn rate, or maybe extinguish the fire entirely.

As a side note, it would greatly reduce the exhaust from the burning wood, which produces more smog than any fossil fuel. This smog, of course, contains carbon dioxide and carbon monoxide.

I doubt anyone would be interested in using such a method. The expense would be far greater than the benefit. The forests are not worth that much. Besides, if it worked, it would take an argument from both the tree hugers and the climate changers.

Maybe a better way would be to remove some of the trees each year, which would decrease some of the fuel. Moreover, the trees that are removed could be put to good use, far better use than if they were reduced to ashes.

Magnitude

I have noted that every now and then, a little two or three man sail boat overturns. Mostly, they will upright the boat, get back in, have a laugh, and sail on. Every now and then, tragedy strikes and one or more of the crew will die. It does happen.

On the other hand, May 15 1915 the RMS Lusitania was torpedoed and sunk, killing 1198 passengers and crew.

To be sure, the loss of life in both situations is bad. However, there simply is no equivalency and it would be a farce to try to make it one.

On Jan 6, people died during or after the occupancy of the Capital Building. Some have tried to equivocate that to the destruction of four jumbo airliners, two huge buildings, the damage done to the Pentagon and the loss of almost 3000 lives.

I guess the same folks would try to equivocate the tragedy of the sailboats to the Lusitania. It is sort of like trying to push a ten foot string straight up. It is simply impossible. It is a matter of magnitude. A two or three inch string can be held straight up. Ten foot, not likely. To be sure, no one intended to upset the sailboat. So far, no one has been charged with much more than trespassing in the Capital.

Moreover, the press seems to be doing all they can to make the ridiculous equivalency. That says more about the press than the Capital Building incident.

Percy Shaw

There are not likely too many who know the name but he provided a very important little invention in 1934. Have ever notice those little reflectors on the highway? Well, we can thank Percy for them.

To be sure, over the years they have undergone many changes. Today if we see white reflectors, we can be pretty sure that we are going the right way. If we are going the wrong way, the reflectors are red. Come to think of it, there are likely not many that know that. I didn’t know it until one day I was riding at night and saw the reflectors were red. With no oncoming traffic, it took me about two seconds to realize I was going the wrong way. I simply thought I was in the center lane.

A short time later, I did see some oncoming traffic and I sure was glad I figured things out.

There are orange reflectors too. Normally they indicate the center line. However they are used for other things too. Blue reflectors indicate a fire hydrant. It makes it easier for the firemen to find them. Occasionally, green markings are used too.

The nice thing is that they can easily be seen in the dark, in the rain and generally in the fog. Before their general use I noticed that when it rained, the white lines had a tendency to disappear. The light from my headlights reflected off the lines and continued away from me. With the reflectors, the light is bounced back to me. This is especially nice because the reflectors do not need any electricity or wiring. They use the light from our headlights.

I cannot imagine what their cost is, though it can’t be much. Somewhere, some factory must be turning them out by the thousands, if not millions. Whatever the cost, it is likely well worth it. I am convinced they save lives every day.

The little reflectors are used all over the world. I would suspect that they are even used in China and Russia, though they both likely claim they invented them. I really don’t believe they were invented in any communist country. The invention was made for profit. In communism, there is no profit. Percy was likely a capitalists. Though he knew his invention would be good, his primary goal was to make a pound or two from them. (He was English) It is called capitalism and without it, the little reflectors would have not been invented for years, maybe never.

A Good Word For McDonald’s

This morning, about 8:00 CT, I went into McDonald’s for breakfast. After paying for it, my food beat me to the table. That will teach me to pause long enough to get one of those numbers I was supposed to put on the table, which by the way, became pretty much useless.

I figure, when I have to wait, I do complain. I should put in a good word when the service is a little extra special. Also, the food was hot and good too.

Remembering

You Forgot to Remember

Some of you might not yet know that I have an interest in old songs.  Something happened that reminded me of an old song.  I had almost forgotten it, oddly, because the main line in the song is:

You promised to forget me not, but you forgot to remember.

The song was very popular and I have no idea who first recorded it.  Both Frank Sinatra and Dinah Shore had recordings and likely half a dozen more had successful recordings.

Its words do suggest a twist, so to speak.  Nonetheless, it has happened to me a few times.  I have promised to do something, only to forget to remember.  Then too, how about all the friends I used to know who have become faint memories.

Sometimes, I think about looking them up, but I can’t remember their last names.  I only called them by their first names.  Besides, at 72, I don’t remember so well and I had a bad memory for names in the first place.

I thought over the song and figured we have many reasons why we forget things.

First, memories fade.  To some degree, this is a good thing.  Many bad things happen to us and the memory fading does help us cope with them in the end.  Though, it does not always work that way.  My mother died when I was five and I remember every detail as if it were yesterday.  Oddly, it does cause me more grief today than then.  I won’t try to figure it out, other than it is something of a comfort to me too.

Second, memories that are handed down from one generation to the next are rarely incompletely passed along.  In the case of Israel, one generation would learn to obey the God.  Then the next generation would forget him and practice the exact things God told them not to.

Today, nations build statues and memorials.  Whenever I see a statue of someone, it reminds me of what the person did and just why I should remember him.  We also have memorials for WWII and Vietnam War.  Some of us remember.  Some don’t.  Some would prefer to forget the Vietnam War.  They consider it a dark part of our history.

Then again, I got to thinking of the Trade Towers.  It has been but 20 years and already people are forgetting.  They forget the way people jumped, knowing it was a choice of dying by fire or by the fall.  Most preferred the fall.  Each time a person hit the ground it made a distinct thud.

It is as I said, the memories do fade.  Then too it has been a generation.  The history teachers likely spend no more than a day or two about it.  The younger people don’t realize the full scale of what happened and the whys and wherefores.

Even for those who see the memorial, it does not set in the mind the way the actual experience does.  For those who don’t see the memorial, it is even easier to forget.

On the day of the event and for many days after, many promised to forget it not.  The problem is that they forgot to remember.

A few days ago we pulled out of Afghanistan.  Very few even know why we went in there.  Regardless, it was long ago.  Why should we be bothered with it today?

Let me tell you a little story and it just might suggest why we should remember.

In 1968 I graduated boot camp at MCRD San Diego.  Eventually, I was given orders to go to NAS Memphis.  On arrival at LAX, I checked my baggage and went straight back to the gate.  No one asked me for a ticket.  No one cared.  If I had wanted I could have gone to the gate without any need to travel.

You can’t do that today.  You have to show your boarding pass and ID to get to the gate, and by the way, you must also submit to a complete search.

Some say we have stopped terrorism, but we haven’t.  They have succeeded at their goal.  They have disrupted our way of living.  They have all but destroyed our way of life.

So now, my family cannot see me off or meet me at the gate and I can’t take my fingernail clippers along with me.

We need to remember.  We must not forget to remember.  If nothing else, maybe that extra line at the airport will help remind us each time we take a plane.