Start throwing junk away. The one problem with that is that the instant I throw the first thing away, I will need to go out and buy another. For real. It’s happened many times before. It has caused me to have something of a fobia of pitching things.
When I approach my chair, I wave my arm and tell the cat to get down, she just looks at me. Actually, I do know she understands. She’s just stubborn. I end up having to physically remove her. Then she goes walking off with that body language, I was getting up anyway.
Well. I would be very surprised. I don’t participate in such. My small fortune is far too valuable to my wife and I.
If I may, I will explain what I might do if, as in the “Fidler on the Roof” song, I Were a Rich Man.
I guess the first thing I would do would be to guard it from the dems. I am sure that there are the 100s who would all know all these wonderful places for money. Did you know there are over a million registered charities that would be glad to take small, or larger sum from you. They are all wonderful organizations, I am sure. Only thing is, if I started with a million and gave each a dollar, I’d be penniless.
Some might want to sell me gold. That might be nice to have, but I can’t eat gold. I think I would rather have a year or two of survival food. Moreover, gasoline would be more useful. Did you know gold is very soft. That makes it a pretty sorry material for building. I think steel and aluminum would be far more useful.
A small plot of land seems a good investment. Old Joe and Obama seem to like the idea ocean coast property, despite the threat they keep telling us about. The ocean is about to rise 10 feet you know. Well, I’ll just make sure I’m 20 feet above the current tidal levels.
I think I would really like to start a really good school for teaching people of all ages to read. It would not be expensive. Rent a little space, hire a few teachers and pay the electric bill. If I didn’t have enough for teachers, I would just start teaching. Perhaps, I could find a volunteer or 2, or 3.
Of course, none of this would ever happen. I don’t buy lottery tickets. I have not once been in any of the local casinos. I have no desire.
It is likely because I never could win at gambling as a kid. I learned very young. Gambling, even if you win, is a bad idea. Besides, I do have a good understanding of math. I know my chances. Don’t like giving money away.
In this day and age people constantly get the three confused. They are all three very much different, you know. Consider the man driving the big 18 wheeler. He possesses power. On the other hand, the little 5ft 4in woman with a badge holding her hand up blowing a whistle. Now that is authority. She receives it from her chain of command and city government.
That truck driver, should he continue, can likely power his way past that police woman but when he does, he is subject to penalties. That is to say, he becomes responsible for any damage, injury and death. Because he intentionally disobeyed the police officer, he should be made to pay for his crime.
Power, authority and responsibility wind their way through corporations, governments and military organizations. However, it is also important that each one of us have our own personal bit of power, authority and responsibility. For a society to really work, we must not abuse power as the dems do. We absolutely must not wrongfully use our authority. When we hurt others, even by accident, we must accept responsibility, unlike Old Joe. I guess his parents teach him about power, authority or certainly responsibility. Every time he misuses power he ignores it. Every time he has authority, he causes grief. Every time he is responsible for the loss of life, he hides in the cellar or quickly point his finger at someone else.
For quite a while I have been thinking and saying I am 73. I have even said so in a few of my posts. it came to me yesterday that that can’t be. The math doesn’t work out. I was born in 1947. This is 2023.
That means, good grief, I am 75. That makes me 3 quarters of a century. Where in the world have the years gone. A recent post made me think of when I was 12. To me, that does not seem that long ago. And just a while ago, my son reminded me was he was 50. If he’s old, that makes me ancient.
I don’t much like the way this age thing works. True, I am wiser, but I am older too.
Just another reminder, none of us lives forever, that is, until we go to live with Jesus. I think I will like that. However, I would like to hold on a little longer. I have grandchildren entering college. Never in the world did I expect to see that day.
Well, I guess it is what happens when a person lives long enough.
Can we bring up the last presidential election one more time or is everyone going to openly defy any other possibility than as it turned out?
I’m not a big fan of Glenn Beck, but every now and then he says something that is really, really thought provoking. Let me say what he said in a very different way.
Why is it that when anyone brings up a good question or two that everyone and their cousins quickly clamps a lid on it. Of course I do mean that figuratively, but I certainly can’t exaggerate it even a little.
I mean, think about it. I bring up the subject and immediately if not sooner, my thoughts are belittled, before I even bring forward any facts.
Nothing, but nothing was established in court. The Supreme Court refused to even look at anything, defiantly. At the time, couldn’t understand that. Considering the obvious disobedience of the law I still don’t comprehend it.
It is as if someone, somewhere said put a lid on it and no one nowhere, noway, no how dare say anything differently.
You might take note of what has happened to those that did try to swim upstream. Many are already in prison. Many more are on their way. Is this really the way we should be treated when we question the outcome of an election.
If so, there are at least 3, maybe 4 who should be behind bars.
DON’T like it when the rules only work but one way. I do believe most of the rest of us do, or should feel the same.
I was actually pretty good at it. At 12 I was scaring 6 ft so I had an advantage at first base. I guess my biggest problem was speed. It is an adage. A coach can teach catching, hitting and throwing. Just can’t teach speed.
At any rate, it all got interrupted with a broken wrist a few weeks into the season. Bummer.
I did watch Dodgers, later Angels and Lakers. Big fan of Drysdale, Koufax, Steve Garvey and Maury Wills. I guess cause he had the speed I lacked. For basketball, I was a big fan of Jerry West. I suspect many others liked to watch him too.
I did like playing basketball too. I was excellent on defense. Not so much at shooting. I think they kept moving the basket. What else would explain it. All my basketball playing was pickup, hours at a time. Kept me in good shape.
Never had much interest in football. Not only was I skinny, but I never could get used to the strange shape.
As an aside, I got good at ping pong while in the Marines. I had a lot of practice and I could put a lot of spin on the ball. Strange, not all that many that interested in ping pong after I left the Marines.
Let’s pass a law limiting the number of times a commercial can be repeated. Note: I will settle for most anything.
I did say most people would like it, except those that make and use them. If we start talking about such things in Congress, we will likely hear from those who advertise, sort of like a squealing pig. Note, I did use the term pig intentionally.
More moons ago, more than I want to count, I had a nice VW van, which I took into the mountains of California and about froze to death. Indeed we left early because the heater on the van could not keep up.
Since that day, I was confused; I wondered why it was that a vehicle designed in, well a very cold mountainous country, has such an inadequate heater. I don’t know. Maybe they just learned to bundle up.
Now, it has again brought to mind. Germany does make battery powered cars, VW, Porches, I think Audis. Do they have problems with their batteries when it gets cold as Teslas.
I don’t know. I haven’t heard one way or the other. I welcome comments. Does anyone with a German made car have problems in Chicago, or Green Bay?
I do have a curiosity, an interest in finding out.
Incidentally, the van heater was fine as long as I kept it out of the mountains.
Benjamin is common in Hebrew. Indeed, the word Ben is son of. Hence the book Ben Hur based on the name, Judah Ben Hur.
In somewhat more modern times, there is Benjamin Franklin, who some think I was named for. I was named after my grandfather. I also had a cousin with the same name, but he called himself Frankie for the middle name.
I guess I am in good company. There are many good men with the name Benjamin including the priminister of Israel. Unfortunately, the name is also tarnished by a former member of Obama’s staff. Still, as I said before, it was my name a long time before he was born.
I guess if I could say 1 thing concerning it, I wished I brought more honor to it than I have. Maybe in the time I have left, I can bring a little more reason to remember the name.
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