The Big Hoax

I purchased a new laptop Sunday. After getting home, I began setting it up. Almost immediately, I was notified that it needed to be updated. Approximately two hours later, it downloaded the updates, checked them and started applying them. It was about 85% done when, inadvertently, I pressed the power button and the system powered down.
Honest, I didn’t mean to. It’s kind of the problem with computers. They don’t know if something is intentional or not. I waited a while, and then pressed the button again. The computer started, but not properly. It was about then that I wished I was working with my first computer. It was running on DOS 6.1 and Windows 3.1.
I used to reformat my drive and reload everything once a month. It took a little more than any an hour… and I was working with 3.5 inch floppies. If I didn’t have the latest version of software, it was of little concern.
Of course, I had to start all over with my new laptop. Actually, it was worse than that. Before I could start over, I had to restore the computer to the point it was when it was new. That took about an hour.
When the updates were done, HP decided it needed to update my bios and drivers, so I got busy on that, close to another hour. Then, as per the suggestion of HP, I created a backup copy of my system. By the way, they said I needed a minimum of a 16 GB thumb drive.
Again I wished for the good old days. My hard drive was 40 MB. It meant that the restore volume was more than 32 times bigger than the drive I was running my old system on. Fortunately, there is plenty of room on my new system drive… one TB. I’m not sure how long that will last. I am sure in a decade or two, I might need ten TB. I’m 70 years-of-age now. I likely won’t be around in a decade.
As I sat there watching my system generate the recovery volume, I pondered what all I have gained with my new system. Let’s see. I can now interface with many USB devices. My first system could only directly access 1MB if memory, actually, there was a limit of 640 KB, but there was something of a workaround.
The old system was limited to 8 bits, though my processor was able to run at 16 bits. As mentioned, I can store 1 terabyte. For all practical purposes, it is limitless. My DOS could only access a volume of 32 MB. The rest of the 40 MB had to be formatted as a separate logical volume.
Other than that, there really isn’t that much that I can do with the modern system that I wasn’t able to do with the old one. The fact is… if Windows 98 wasn’t so unstable, I would much rather use it as the new system, even with its limits. The biggest disadvantage of the new system is that the new system keeps trying to take control of my computer. Some might like that, I don’t.
However, there are other real disadvantages of the new system. I would like to format my system disk once a month, or at least every three months. With the current system, that is not practical. It might not even be possible.
As a computer professional, I learned one of the most important things a person should do with a computer is to perform backups on a regular basis. It would appear that Microsoft has gone out of their way to make this difficult if not impossible. At best, I can back up my data. Because of their registry files, backing up individual applications is not possible. This is especially important considering many programs are purchased on line.
(I paid quite a bit for one program. When I went from Windows seven to Windows 10, the program disappeared. It is gone. If I want it again, I will have to again pay for it.)
Maybe one of the most aggravating things with the new systems is that I can no longer write programs in Visual Basic 6. I can write in the newer versions but it is next to impossible to interface to the printers with the later versions of VB. (Even the Pros say as much.) I never wrote anything professionally, but I did write many programs for my personal use. By the way, they don’t work now either. In fact, when I went to Windows 7, I had to give up all my old software. I had to start all over.
I foresee, a big opportunity for the right person. If a person releases a Windows 3.1 look-alike, I will be one of the first in line to buy a copy. Anyone with an once of common sense would join me. We have gone from a system that helps us to a system that needs constant attention. Then too, we are always susceptible to all different kinds of malware. A windows 3.1 type system would not be subject to such things. …and, by the way, I could regain control of my system.
I might have to give up a few bells and whistles. Then again, I survived them before Microsoft took over my system. I think I could survive quite nicely without it all again.
As near as I can tell, it is a big hoax. They claim we need the bigger faster computers to run the software. On the other hand, we need the latest and greatest software to take advantage of the computer’s abilities. In the end, we have gained very little, other than, perhaps a headache.
All together, before I was able to use my new computer, I spent about 30 hours on updates and such. I certainly don’t want to go through this again. Maybe next time, I’ll just get one of those other little Chrome books. From what I understand, the things work right out of the box.
To me, the new systems are one of the greatest hoaxes of the modern era. Sitting, waiting on my new system was all it took to convince me of it. Apparently, I stand alone and I don’t think Microsoft is listening to me.
Well, I now have a spare system. I think I will use it to try out that other operating system, you know, the one that is free, Linux. I’ve kind of wondered about it anyway. Who knows, I might like it enough to replace Windows 10 on my new system and sat good bye to the Microsoft hoax.

Unbelievable Stories of the Bible

I am now 70 years of age. I find that difficult to believe, until my hip starts acting up or whenever my angina reminds me of my little heart attack. Mostly, I can’t complain. In fact, if I were born a few years earlier, I would not likely have survived the Pneumonia I had when I was three. They would not have had the penicillin and I almost died even with the wonder drug.

At any rate, over the years I have heard my share of unbelief about stories of the Bible. Maybe the one story that most people bring up is the story about Jonah and the whale. (Not that it is that important, but it was a large fish, not a whale.) Actually, if you’ll excuse the pun, I have no problems swallowing that. If God can build the Universe, I imagine He could build a whole school of big fish if He had a mind to.

Actually, I believe all the stories in the Bible, from cover to cover. However, the one I have the most confusion with is the story of Sampson. Really, the man didn’t seem to have a brain in his head. Not only did he not foresee the possibility of Delilah telling her friends, he saw it at least twice and still trusted her. I’m not going to doubt the Word of God, but it still causes me to pause to think what kind of man Sampson was.

Regardless, I have heard them all, reasons for not believing the Bible. Did you know that God caused the earth to stop spinning for a day. It’s true. He can do that. It is even more difficult than you might realize. Can you imagine the sun heating the same side of the earth for 24 hours. Yet God seemed to resolve that problem too. I don’t know how he did that. Maybe he will tell me one day. Right now, I’m not going to concern myself with it.

My point is this, if you don’t want to believe in God, you will always be able to find a reason. Satan has provided you with more than a hand full of excuses. Indeed, I have been mocked for believing the Bible. Many have been mocked far more than me.

Then again, I am sure that they mocked Noah. …until it started raining.
If you don’t want to believe in God, just admit it. Don’t make excuses. I’m not impressed with them. I’ve heard them all. I’ve heard about the starving people in Africa. I’ve seen horrible people live while good people die. It happens. It sure would have been nice if someone killed Hitler, yet he lived and millions died. I don’t try to explain it. I certainly didn’t let it stand in the way of my salvation.

It is, to be sure, a matter of perspective. People who have not accepted Jesus as their Savior have chosen not to believe. It is their choice. It is not based on knowledge or proof. It is, as Paul called the cross, “a stumbling block to the Jews and foolishness to the gentiles (the rest of us). But to those who believe it is the power to become the sons (and daughters of God) ” (slightly paraphrased)

What I am trying to say is this. If you are having trouble believing the stories it is a small thing. If you reject Jesus as your savior, it is something you will regret for eternity. Let’s first get your priorities straight. If you do, you will find that the rest just falls into place. It will open your eyes and you will see things you never saw before and you will understand as you never understood before.

As Jesus said, “Unless a man be born again, he shall not see the Kingdom of God.” Obviously, it does have implications for after physical death, but it also applies to the here and now.  Those who are born again (accept Jesus as their Savior) are immediately granted limited spiritual sight.

A Suggested Amendment

I have two ideas for amendments to The Constitution.  In fact, they are so basic that I don’t know why they were left out of the original writing.  I believe in requiring all bills to be read aloud before any vote on it. Maybe an exception can be made if 3/4 of the members vote to bypass the reading.  It has two advantages.  First, all the bills would be read and the bills would be much smaller.

Second, we should require a person to be able to read and comprehend at a sixth grade level before they would be eligible to vote in any election.  It just might make a difference in the outcome of the vote, but it sure would improve our schools.

I would like to require a high school diploma, but coming up with objective national standards for diplomas would be difficult.  Besides, there might be a tendency to fudge on the grades some.

A Word in Favor of Amazon Paperbacks

When I finally figured out how to get my books on paperback, I have been busy reformatting them and getting them set up.

I must admit I was very surprised by the quality of the books.  The covers are nice and the paper is good quality, not newsprint.  The binding is almost as good as a hardcover.  As near as I can tell, with proper care the books ought to last a very long time.

So, for those that prefer reading on paper, you might want to consider ordering Amazon printed books.  I suspect that they are slightly more expensive, but the quality more than makes up for it.

I would suggest this, even if you chose to read books by some other author.  You would do well to order at least one, just to see what I mean.

Now I must get back to getting my next one ready for the press.  Of the thirty-five books I’ve written, I am not yet half done.

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Controllers and Floaters

The following is the premise of a group of my books about a group of people called floaters and another group called controllers. While neither group really exists, I do believe there are people who like to control other people. Some were called kings, some emperors, pharaohs, etc, they do their best to take control of all the world. They are also on a smaller scale. Some are politicians, some are businessmen, some lawyers. In the previous post, the controllers are the communists. Unfortunately, those protecting the Vietnamese gave up and let the communists come in and take control.

In the world I’ve created in my books, the controllers have natural enemies. They are called floaters. After you have read the below premise, you might decide you want to visit my little world. I think it is better than the real one. If only floaters were real. Maybe then, we would not have health care systems that require women to be covered for prostrate cancer. We would not require men to be covered for miscarriages.

The following is an excerpt from the foreword in the book, “Wolf.”

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There are controllers in this world. They are part of a large organization that want to control the world as well as each other. Some go into business and use the business laws to take control. Some go into politics. Others simply linger in the background and provide backing for those who are willing to do their bidding.

Though controllers use various methods and though they compete viciously with each other, they will unite in a minute for one purpose, to kill floaters. The floaters are the only people who can stop them from reaching their goals. As long as one floater lives, they know they cannot achieve world dominance.

For this reason, they will stop at nothing to kill any floater. For this reason, floaters must work quietly. They must never reveal who they are. If they do, they know that they will be hounded by the controllers until they are dead.

Not all controllers know about floaters. It is something they keep within the higher ranks. It would seem contrary to their desire to destroy the floaters, but if the floaters were revealed to the public, the controllers would also reveal themselves. If they and their purposes were revealed, it would make their goals unattainable.
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Unfortunately, there are no floaters. At least some of us must take up our cause and fight for our freedom every day. If we don’t, the controllers will take it from us. They have already attacked our freedom of speech, religion and the right to use weapons to protect ourselves.

Most of us are like the farmer in my previous post. We are completely oblivious to the fact that the controllers, the real ones are after our freedom. One day we will wake up and find we are under the control of a controller who calls himself, president. He will take control by promising us free food, housing and phones.

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One Farmer

While in Vietnam one day, I was in a truck. I wasn’t the only one in the truck. I guess there were about 14 of us. However, I was likely the only one who took note of a farmer in his field up to his knees in water. My guess is that he was harvesting his rice crop, but I don’t know.

Now, why would I take note of this farmer and what makes me write about him? After all, it was decades ago. Most people would have forgotten about the man a long time ago.

The fact is, the farmer was completely oblivious to what all was going on around him. He was too busy just trying to survive. There was one group of people who wanted to take control of his life, his and all those around him. Then there were those of us who were trying to protect him from the communists.

It is conceivable that someone might have told him, but he likely had no interest in it. First, he likely didn’t truly understand. Second, he likely felt he couldn’t do anything one way or the other. Third, he likely didn’t look far beyond the next day. It is hard to think politics when you have a wife and a couple of children who are facing starvation in the next few days.

Besides these two groups, there was another group, very far removed from Vietnam. They had goals too. They wanted an end to the war in Vietnam. They had little interest in the farmer or what might happen to him.  I am sure the protesters are proud of what they did.

So it was, in a short time, the decision was made to withdraw. Decades later, I talked to a pilot who flew for the Vietnamese Air Force. When he left his country, he was flying a C-130 (a large cargo plane) that was overloaded and people were falling off the rear door as he went to the runway. Somehow, I suspect that the war protesters cared little about them either, or those who died at sea trying to escape the communists.

Today, I often think about that farmer I saw. I wonder what happened to him. I suspect he lost his farm, though he was likely required to continue working it. It’s the sort of thing the communists do.

On the other hand, he might have been one of the million or so that were killed by the communists. If he objected about them taking over his farm, it is the sort of thing they might have done.

…and, of course, the war protesters are really happy they prevailed.

I had no desire to go to Vietnam. I even had one year of exemption for college. I must admit, I was afraid. (That’s right, I was a scared marine) Fortunately, I spent my tour mostly at Da Nang air base. There were still some nights we were scared enough to go running for the bunker.

There is, however, but one thing I truly regret, that I was never able to help that farmer. After all, most of us would die without the farmers.

(Please note, this and the next post are loosely related.  If you like this one, you might like the next.)

A Little Irritant

THE AR-15 IS NOT AN AUTOMATIC WEAPON!!  It fires one bullet each time the trigger is pulled.  That means it is semi-automatic.  There are many who seem to have other ideas.  It would be very nice if anyone reading this would tell others.

Some people who consider themselves experts on guns get it wrong continually, some within the government, some who teach in our universities.

As a Marine I qualified with the M-16 two years.  I carried one in Vietnam for almost a year.  I do know the difference between the AR-15 and the M-16.  The M-16 has a three position selector: safe, semi-automatic and automatic.  …and by the way, it and all automatic weapons are already illegal.  The is no need to pass a law to make them illegal.  The AR-15 looks the same as an M-16, but the selector has only safe and semi-automatic.

I know not many will read this.  So please tell your family, friends and neighbors.  You might tell your college professors too.  There is no sense them remaining ignorant of the facts.  Then again, they might already know.  They might prefer the distortion of the facts just to sound more alarming.  I have known them to do such things.