A Salad in a Salad

Daily writing prompt
What are your best healthy eating habits?

It may not be the conventional answer, but it’s the one I prefer.

Begin with a basic tuna salad by combining tuna, sweet pickles, celery, and bell peppers. Feel free to adjust the ingredients based on your preferences and what you have on hand. Then fold in a modest amount of mayo or salad dressing, seasoning to your liking.

Toss together a crisp salad with lettuce, cabbage, tomato, and spinach, add some shredded carrots, and finish it off with a generous drizzle of thousand island dressing—my favorite for this part, though I will let you use others.

Mix well, then add a generous scoop of the tuna salad you made into your salad. Whether you fold it in completely or leave it layered is entirely up to you—I’ve enjoyed it both ways and can honestly say they’re both delicious.

I’m not sure this fully qualifies as healthy, but I’m voting for it.

Sorta Depends

Daily writing prompt
If you could start a new business right now, what would it be?

How much imaginary cash are you going to provide me for this imagined business? Money aside I would like to start a hot dog stand.

Hamburger joints are everywhere you look. Hot dog stands, though? They’re few and far between. Want a hot dog? Your best bet is either firing up the grill at home or catching a ball game. Now chicken—ever since the Colonel started frying it, everyone’s jumped on the bandwagon. Walk down any main street in a decent-sized town and you’ll spot competitors on practically every corner.

The biggest challenge in food service is razor-thin margins. You might think you’re profitable until an unexpected bill or tax hits. That’s why I chose hot dogs. Buns, hot dogs, mustard, ketchup, and onions—simple. I sell chips and soft drinks on the side to round things out.

Then all you need is a pot to heat the hot dogs, a cash register, and a location to set up shop.

It’s either that or all-day simmered spaghetti and meat sauce. Spoon it into a paper bowl and watch the profits roll in. No competitors offer it this way.

I Used to do Quadratic Equations

That’s absolutely correct. Once upon a time, I tackled phase-related problems with considerable skill. Moreover, I handled complex Boolean algebra equations that would astound most people with relative ease.

That was years ago—forty or so, actually. Now thinking about it strains my mind.

I’ve moved past the need to handle such matters. There’s no point in doing so—I’m retired and living on Social Security.

Today I witnessed someone who once worked in medicine lying in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. It wasn’t so long ago. Now she does precious little—largely by choice. But after all this time doing so little, she’s become virtually dependent and helpless.

Don’t let this happen to you, your relatives or your friends. Keep your minds active and exercised. It is so easy to forget, especially when not even trying.

I Believe in God

Daily writing prompt
Do you believe in karma?

Karma is never mentioned in the Bible, not once. I suspect if karma actually existed in any form, God would have found a way to fit it in. Therefore, I will by choice believe that it is an invention of some human’s mind.

What truly exists is the punishment of a jealous holy God that will punish those who invent religions based on their own ideas. Or for that matter, people who modify the meaning of the Word he has provided.

The Definition of Absurdity

Every other day, I encounter news reports about measles deaths. And rightly so—these tragedies are entirely preventable, as is the considerable suffering the disease inflicts on its victims.

How-some-ever, where were all the complaints when millions of illegal aliens came rushing over the border from the south with who knows how many deadly diseases without so much as a cursory examination to check for anything at any time for any reason.

Total absurdity. Where were the complaints then? Maybe they were simply politically inconvenient for Old Joe and his Democrat cronies. If it resulted in an outbreak of TB, just who would be responsible? Or any one of half a dozen other diseases that are virtually not curable.

Do the Democrats truly operate this way—by overlooking inconvenient or absurd matters?

Let Go of the Branch

Daily writing prompt
What’s the best advice you’d give to someone younger than you?

President Reagan told a joke about a man holding on for life to keep from falling three hundred feet. He seeks help from God and He tells the man to let go. The joke is far too long for me to repeat it here so I’ll save you the time and go straight to the punch line. The man looks around a number of times and calls out, “Is there anyone else up there who can help me?”

I can understand the man’s fear. Really I can. I wrote a post explaining that the only way I would jump out of an an airplane is if the plane is falling faster than me, parachute or not. I have a very strong fear of heights. Indeed I have thought about this joke many times and initially thought I would immediately follow God’s instruction. However, as I reconsidered a number of times, I don’t know. Three hundred feet is a long fall.

I wish I could honestly say I would release my hold on that temporary solution, but I don’t think any of us really knows what we would do until we are tested under real conditions.

I don’t know if the person who wrote the joke was aware but it is a good way to think about God’s plan of salvation. There are those who tenaciously hold onto that branch, the hope of a false religion. They believe in the repeated rituals, and the murmurs of memorized ‘prayers’ taught to them by men who don’t really know God. We are taught that if we just hold onto those traditions, we will go to heaven and live forever.

I am one of those who don’t put my faith in rituals but in Jesus Christ the son of God. I let go of that false hope of religion.

My advice to the youth: let go of the branch. Do as God tells us. Place your faith in Jesus rather than the traditions began by men. It will take courage, but the end of men’s traditions is death. If you think it over, it’s only logical. Jesus has the power to save. Tradition, man’s traditions won’t.

By the way, it’s also good advice for anyone who has not accepted Jesus as their only salvation, young or old. It’s just better if you do it while young. As we grow older, we also get more set in our ways. It becomes more difficult to let go of the old ways and harder to place your faith in Jesus. As we age, pride becomes more of a factor. I was thirteen. I remember. Even then pride stood in my way. I said no many times before I said yes. And each time I said no it was more difficult to say yes.

Let go now, before you wait so long you can’t.

Worker Exploitation

When I looked up capitalism, I discovered something fascinating—a curious contradiction, for lack of a better word—regarding one of capitalism’s purported drawbacks, exploitation by management. My first thought went to professional athletes, actors, and those newly minted dot-com millionaires, all supposedly exploited by the horrible owners of those organizations. Honestly? I’d welcome that kind of exploitation.

Teamwork between management and labor often produces impressive results. This collaborative approach far surpasses the rigid hierarchies of feudal systems. America’s considerable achievements stand as compelling evidence of this fact. The Democrats would prefer to revert to a system where equality exists solely for those in power. ironically, democracy would only exists for the government rather than the governed.

Suicide is not Technically Murder

And after days of looking into it, they determined that on July 20, 1993, Vince Foster, Jr. shot himself six months into Clinton’s presidency, but why we will never know.

A suicide note was never found, though there was a letter of resignation found. It is, perhaps the perfect way to kill someone, simply drive them to kill themselves. There will be absolutely no evidence of murder. And I would suspect that it would not be difficult to drive a depressed person to suicide.

It’s hardly a novel concept. Not long ago, it was entirely routine. Men were given firearms and understood their purpose without question. I can’t help but wonder if someone in the Clinton administration provided Foster with the weapon he used. It raises another question: what if he’d refused? Maybe he offered his resignation, only to be told it wasn’t sufficient. Perhaps he was warned that he was THE MAN WHO KNEW TOO MUCH.

One more little question, an afterthought. How many people saw Foster’s suicide as a message, a warning message? Don’t you step out of line, don’t dare say a thing to anyone.