Fear of Prison

When criminals become afraid of prison, crime will decrease.

The degree to which criminals fear prison is the primary determining factor in the decrease of the rate of crime.

You don’t believe me? Enforce the death penalty for premeditated murder every other year and see which years people are murdered. Enforce the death penalty for distribution of fentanyl and see how quickly the distribution comes to a virtual stop.

Okay. As much as I like the idea, that will never happen. For that reason, we will never completely rid the country of fentanyl or, for that matter, any major part of the nation.

Just remember, laws that have no teeth will also have no effect.

It’s Not Who but What?

As Elon Musk continues to uncover the dark underbelly of waste and corruption, the dems can’t seem to stop yapping about him, while the long-suffering voters and taxpayers are left scratching their heads in bewilderment at the sheer audacity of the blatant waste and flagrant corruption on display.

The Unknown Men

Ah, those PRETENDERS in red and white? Clearly, they were a bunch of amateurs who stumbled into the wrong stadium. I mean, who do they think they are, the real Chiefs? Everyone knows you can’t forget how to play championship-level football in a fortnight. Maybe the pretenders should stick to playing dress-up and leave the real gridiron action to the pros.

Two Reasons, Same Decision

It appears that the President has decided to implement tariffs on imported steel and aluminum in order to protect the domestic industry and its workers. While the reasoning behind this decision is not entirely clear, the aim seems to be to support American jobs and businesses in these sectors.

Our strategic position is a matter of national security. In the event of war, ensuring access to critical resources like steel and aluminum is crucial for our ability to manufacture the tanks, planes, and other military equipment needed to prevail. Our past success in defeating Germany was largely due to our capacity for mass production of these vital assets. Maintaining this industrial capability is essential for safeguarding our nation’s defense.

Nonetheless, let’s put both these reasons aside for a moment. Instead, let’s examine the concept of a monopoly. The typical approach to establishing a monopoly is by aggressively lowering prices to drive all competitors out of the market.

If China had any desire to do such a thing to the US, it would never happen as long as the competition was industry to industry; steel factory against steel factory. However, when the Chinese government helps to finance Chinese steel factories, it makes it impossible for the American factories to compete.

Then, when the American plants cease to operate and the US no longer has skilled steel workers, China can charge whatever it wants. Moreover, if China decides to wage war against us, we will be completely at their mercy. The Chinese government is not known for its mercy.

Maintaining a strong steel and aluminum industry is not an option. It is absolutely essential; that is, unless we do not mind learning Chinese.

As for me, I prefer American English.

Do You Suppose the Two Things Are Related?

Or, as I like to put it, do you suppose the one thing has anything to do with the other? It is plausible, you know. If it is dangerous to ride the subways, people might just go to another form of transportation.

An so it is the the leaders of NY,NY have decided to ignore the problem of crime and criminals in the subways, people that were using the subways decided on another somewhat safer means of transportation.

So now, the streets of NY,NY have become overcrowded. So now they charge people to use the streets of NY,NY.

Now, would you like to play the prediction game? Anyone out there want to guess what happens next? Do you suppose that the effort to thin the traffic will work? Will the people go back to riding subways? On the other hand, maybe they will just go.

It is possible, I suppose probable, for the first time since it’s establishment, NY,NY might have negative growth.

The future holds the pressing question – will those who depart be the affluent and mobile, or the rooted yet impoverished?

Commanders? Really? For Sure?

I have long thought about the mascot name for Washington, D.C. After all these months following the name change, I am still trying to think of just what a Commander mascot would look like. For sure, I am considering whether it is any kind of improvement.

It does make one wonder, if they came up with such a mascot costume, how much would they have to pay someone to wear it? That amount might explain why one has not heard of any such a mascot.

Perhaps, if they chose a different, better mascot. How about Chickens? I agree, it might not be a good mascot, but it would be much better than the current one. The truth is that chickens are really pretty brave birds.

Hawks might be good, but for the Seahawks are already taken. Let’s face it. All the good mascots have been taken. I mean, squirrels, rats, and raccoons just don’t have the right… Well, the right projections. Who do you know that would like to play for the Rats? To be sure, rats and squirrels are very smart and resourceful rodents..

Maybe, we should abandon the world of animals and look back to humans, such as politicians, who are widely respected. Then too, there are the very powerful lobbyists. That won’t work as it might be confused with large rooms.

(which reminds me, why are they called lobbyists instead of bribers?)

My opinion on it all. They should have come up with a new name before they abandoned one of the best, even according to most Indians. Oh. I apologize, Native Americans.

Sorry folks. Though it is highly politically incorrect, I happen to find Indian mascots far more ferocious than a commander. And don’t we want fierce mascots.

By the way, I wonder. If a football player is given a choice, would they really want to play for the Commanders? If they do want to play for the Commanders, is that a player you’d want on your team?

The Steam Rolling Affect

The town of DC has been in a state of upheaval since the swearing in of the new administration. It seems as if a fleet of steam rollers has descended upon the city, relentlessly searching for ways to cut costs. Fortunately, this pursuit has uncovered widespread corruption within the system.

There appears to be a significant number of politicians and judges attempting to impede the progress of the team by introducing various obstacles in an effort to slow and halt the momentum of the steamrollers.

When considering the enthusiasm and energy surrounding some, one might get the impression that those in positions of great power favor overlooking the corruption.

Oh! And by the way, it seems to be drawing the worst of the rotten news media out of the wood work as well.

Those who squeal the loudest are often the ones with the most skeletons in their closet. It’s almost as if they’re trying to distract us from their own shady dealings by pointing fingers. Funny how that works, isn’t it?

Border Collies Just Want to Have Fun

Stumbling upon the dog agility competition on TV was a delightful surprise. I was captivated by the event from start to finish, as it evoked fond memories of our beloved border collies. We had the privilege of caring for two remarkable dogs – a tri-color male that we raised from a pup, and a red and white female who had already experienced the joys of motherhood many times when she joined our family.

The dog’s coat was a deep, reddish-brown hue, though it was often referred to simply as “red.” While not as swift as many border collies, the dog had endured numerous challenging years. Despite these differences, the dog was still a quintessential border collie in many ways.

We used to take both of them out on the street, and my wife would get about fifty feet away from me under the pretense of a race. The idea was for me to say, “1, 2, 3, go.” However, the moment I said “1,” the old girl would take off. She cheated, and she knew it.

The young tri-colored dog patiently waited for the signal, even though he suspected his opponent was getting an unfair advantage. Undeterred, he quickly surpassed her once the race began. She always had a confident smile, knowing she had gained an early lead. However, the determined dog smiled back, satisfied that he had ultimately overtaken her.

Molly, the shorter of the two friends, would playfully dart ahead of her taller companion when entering through the front door, slipping underneath with a mischievous grin. Despite their physical differences, the two remained the closest of friends, their bond unshaken by such lighthearted antics.

The one thing of the competition that reminded us of our dogs was the border collies in the competition. Every one of them had big smiles on their faces as they went through the weave poles. They knew they were doing it right and they were having fun doing it.

If nothing else, may it ever be said, border collies just want to have fun, even if they cheat to do it.

I would get two more border collies if I could, but for two reasons. At our age, we would not be able to keep up with them. And they would likely outlive us, which would leave them orphaned.