The Problem With Dems

Many would say the problem with Dems is that they are communists. Though it would seem that way, they really aren’t communists. It is simply an interim for their real purpose, total control, as suggested in the book and movie, 1984.

They want to be big brother. However, they know it won’t work that way. The book spoiled it. Now we know to look out for big brother. So they are suggesting communism instead. Once they establish communism, then they will quickly establish what they really want, control.

Most of us hated the pandemic and what it brought. The dems loved it. It gave them a reason to control, and control is what they did, even before Old Joe took over the Oval Office. If you think about a while, you will have to agree with me. The pandemic was one of the greatest things that happened to the dems.

One might suggest that it was a huge windfall for them. This would suggest it was not planned. they just took advantage of it. That might be. However, bear in mind that it was the dems that provided monies for the research and it was the dems that helped it spread world wide. And, by the way, it was the dems who absolutely loved it, admit it or not.

They shut down schools, businesses and even some government functions. They stopped travel, where you could eat and where you could buy it. They dictated when and where you could worship, in spite of the 1st amendment and no one dare say anything against their program, again, despite any amendments, for that matter, regardless of the Constitution. As an aside, they just almost bankrupted all airlines.

For a while, they just almost had total control, exactly what they wanted. It was, just what they wanted but for one thing. It came to an end, sort of. We are still stuck with businesses going under and a total disruption to our schools. It took a long time for the airlines to recover, though some would say they are still recovering. Finally, it drove good, patriotic men from the military. Much of what they did cannot be undone.

Also, most people are afraid to say the wrong thing(which is likely the right thing). I’m not. I’m almost 77. If they want to wage a war on me, that’s fine. It won’t last long. Neither will I.

Blogging Etiquette

I can’t even remember. I guess that I have been posting posts just about 4 maybe 5 years now. No one gave me a list of things that I should or should not do. I suspect I have gone outside the rules a few times, a few on purpose.

However, the first time I received a comment, I was completely set aback. I didn’t know the proper thing to do. Was I supposed to respond to it, in essence start a conversation. On the other hand was I supposed to just read it and go on. Some who I have talked to have said the comments are more for my readers than for me, which does seem to ring true.

Word Press has given me some tools to regulate what I allow or disallow. The way I figure it, if I am going to make some strong statements, I should be willing to accept them too, even when I disagree. I really do enjoy the comments, even the ones that are disagreeable. Some, I must admit help my ego while others I learn from. The Bible tells us that we should listen to our enemies. They will us of a fault when our friends will likely not tell us of our faults, in fear of hurting us. Naturally, while the enemy might do it to hurt us, they actually so us some good, though it does hurt.

However, being a Christian, there are some terms I simply will not permit. I will remove the comment immediately. If you want my attention, if you want your comment to be out there for others to see, well, I am sure you know which words will get your comments removed. When I was in the Marines, I had to tolerate that. I had to put up with some of it in the civilian world too. I’m retired now. I don’t need to tolerate such things. And, by the way, it really is beneficial for all to avoid such vernacular. It indicates a limit in vocabulary. It indicates a lack of self control. In some cases, it will drive people away. In some cases, it indicates a tendency to do things outside the law.

At any rate, back to my main point. I have gotten the idea that I am not supposed to respond to comments. So, for the most part I don’t unless there is an element in the message inviting a response. Even then, I might remain silent. I say this as an explanation to those that might be expecting a reply. You might think I don’t read them, though I do, every one of them, especially the ones that are a little less than complimentary.

A little piece of advice for one and all: Listen to your friends. Pay close attention to what your enemies say about you. You might be amazed at how much it will help you.

I’m Surprised. It’s Kind of Slick

When I bought my Brother laser printer, I originally connected it direct via USB to my laptop. I knew it could be connected to my Wi-Fi, but didn’t consider it worth the bother. Then I bought my new computer, which I now use in the living room so I am with my wife more. That put it out of reach of the printer.

However, until just a day or so ago, I have still been organizing things on the new system. So, this morning, I decided to connect the printer via the Wi-Fi. It was easy, really easy. I was surprised at how easy it was. However, it was also time consuming. I had about 30 characters to feed into the printer for the password…using three buttons. Yep, it took a while. Yep, I would suggest that everyone use maybe 20 or 15 characters instead of what I used. By the way, no editing keys other than to clear the last character in the string. It did take me a while.

Okay. I got the password in and, behold, it worked the first time. I started my computer, and in a few seconds, I printed out the first document. I have never seen things work that slick before first time.

Just for grins, I went over to my little computer pad and brought up my outlook screen. I told it to print the selected e-mail and it did. That is amazing. I didn’t even set it up. It already knew how to do it.

Then I took a picture with my phone of my cat on the top of a step ladder. That’s right. I tried to print it. Guess what. It did it…first time. This thing is trying to spoil me.

Now. Just one more problem. I need to have something to take photos of. Hint. I do not make a good subject. Well, there was the photo I printed from the pad. It was a sunset that turned out well. I really like it a lot. Anyone want some photos of sunsets?

Migration Frustration

Passwords are going to be the death of me yet. Two or three days ago, I bought an all-in-one Dell computer. I had to. My laptop was getting really slow and it seemed I was always having to update it. The computer is great. The migration was enough to make me want to pull out what hair I have left.

I guess, in a way, the all-in-one is similar to a laptop, just bigger and a great deal heavier. Well, I don’t guess anyone has put a battery in one, yet anyway.

Let me first say a little about the hardware. One slick thing is the camera. It slides down into the computer when not in use. Not only is it a little cleaner looking but the camera absolutely cannot be used when inside its little Hidie hole. It says a lot about security, and it begs the question, why didn’t someone think of that a whole lot sooner?

My laptop takes roughly 2 minutes after it’s turned on to do any real work. The new computer is ready to go in about 3 or 4 seconds. Try to convince me that wasn’t surprising the first time I turned it on. I use MS office 7.0. It pops right up there without any hesitation. It’s ready to go much quicker than I am. I don’t like the newer versions, or at least the one I used for about 10 minutes. Removed them immediately after. I suppose, after a while, I’ll try them again, but I’ll not be in any hurry.

The camera comes with a flash and takes very good pictures. The problem is that no one wants to see photos of me. I guess the one thing that surprised me most were the speakers. I have no idea how they did it but they really put some high-quality speakers in there. It’s not just that it sounds good, but it is easy to distinguish one instrument from another. Most speakers, unless they are very expensive, let the sounds from the clarinet combine with violin so that a band or orchestra has just one sound. With this system, each instrument could be easily distinguished from the other. And, by the way, I had to turn the volume down about half-way. Did not expect that.

Now, as for the migration. Just for the sake of helping anyone else fixing to go through the same thing, might I suggest one thing that will save everyone a lot of pain. Before starting the migration, make dead sure you know all your passwords. In fact, if I were to do it again, I would change them all to the same thing before starting. Normally, that is a bad idea, but it is only temporary, and it will save a lot of time. Once you have everything migrated and working, go back and change the passwords again. Indeed, it might be a good time to change passwords. They do suggest we change them regularly.

At any rate, after 3 days, I have most of the migration done. There is one more thing to set-up but after all the frustration, I might as well just say forget it.

On the other hand, that is sort of the problem, I mean, I just keep forgetting it, the passwords I mean.

Just Finished Mowing the Front Yard

I know. You could care less. However, have you not heard the saying, Laziness is the mother of invention? I know. Not accurate. Same thing only different.

I look at these kids with these R/C cars running them up and down the street at breakneck speeds while the kid operating the $40 toy car stands in one place.

I look at it and I shake my head. Why can’t I do that with my lawn mower? I mean, all that is missing is the R/C, right. Then I can sit under my porch on an elevated seat in the shade. Without even working up a small sweat, I can watch as my modern day mower makes short work of shortening my grass.

My first consideration is my doctor. He wants to make sure I get some good exercise once a week. [Now that is almost an oxymoron. How can exercise be good?]

On the other hand, it might be a conspiracy of the lawyers. It’s something of a disorganized thing. The word might already be spread that the lawyers will all be ready to jump on that lawsuit after the first accident. It ought to be worth a few thousand, even if the manufacturer is not at fault. I mean, the manufacturer will need a well-paid lawyer to explain why the machine is not at fault whilst the other is paid big bucks to prove it is.

So, while laziness might encourage invention, it provides no competition to the discouragement of the legal system.

It does cause me a little curiosity of how much more advanced civilization would be without the legal anchor we must drag behind us.

Do you suppose I could mount my own R/C on a mower. Sitting on my porch in the shade with a Diet Coke while the mower gets the exercise my doctor insist I have would be good, right?

Now I ask you, who else do you know who can write a humorous, interesting post about mowing lawns? This while arguing that our society has too many laws and lawyers.

Lost in Translation

I guess my memory still manages every now and then, but apparently, it works best on the older stuff. It seemed to me that I remembered an old I Love Lucy episode in which there were a number of people working together to perform a translation. I was right. I looked it up and the episode is titled “Paris at Last.” It seemed that while they were in Paris, as usual Lucy got them in trouble. So they are stuck in a Paris police station with 2 policemen, a stranger and Lucy could not explain her situation to the desk sergeant. So, she explained it to Ricky, who also knew Spanish, of course. Ricky explained it to the stranger who knew Spanish and German. The stranger explained it to the policeman who knew German and French. Then he explained it to his boss.

Oddly, while I was chasing down the episode, I found out that there were actually several such instances in Europe, though the string was not quite as long. I guess it does make us appreciate the computerized translators we now have access to, even though they might not be perfect.

However, the story I was really after was one from West Wing. I did enjoy that show, though I did find it leaned a little left. For those who read my post, “Humorous Things, Mostly,” I did find this show very humorous almost every week. At first, my memory partially failed me. I couldn’t remember if that was the show that had this episode, so I looked it up… and yes it was one of the better ones. The title of the episode was “Lost in Translation,” and it kept me laughing almost all the way through it. Like “Paris at last,” several people performed a translation.

It all started when those responsible for receiving foreign dignitaries realized that they just might have overlooked something. So, in a panic, they started looking a translator that could speak English as well as the little known foreign language. As you can imagine, they could find no one. However, they did manage to gather 6 or 7 people who, together could do the job, one of these, the head cook.

As you can imagine, when the dignitary arrived, they apologized as they explained that it was the best they could do. Then too, you can imagine one spoke to the one who spoke to the other who…. Well, you have the idea.

Amid out-roars of laughter, they were managing, though it was something like an awkward game of telephone. Finally the visitor suggested, “Don’t you think this would all be much simpler if I just spoke English?”

It was of course the punchline which they performed far better than I can portray here. I suppose there were those who expected it, but I certainly didn’t It was all carried out very well and it simply never occurred to me that the man could speak English, though, nowadays, English is likely the most common second language in the world. Common sense tells me that most heads-of-states do speak English, at least to some degree.

Both stories, especially “Lost in Translation,” prompted me to a thought. When we, who hardly know anything, accept Jesus as our Savior, we are permitted access to the King. And guess what. He understands our language. No chance whatsoever of anything being lost in the translation. Why would anyone want to pass up a opportunity like that?

In itself, it just about makes it worthwhile accepting Jesus as our Savior, which allows us to talk to the creator of the universe, Himself. By the way, their are many other benefits too, some which last forever.

The Lesson From Bataan, the Movie

I can’t remember first time I saw the movie Bataan, but I had to be young. It made a big impression on me. Even more, it was the first time I learned something about military intelligence.

I’m not so niev as to think the movie was a complete accurate accounting of what happened during the battle, no one survived it to tell about it.

Nonetheless, in the movie, one of the characters got really angry at another for blowing taps for the first one to die. The one said he deserved it. The other said he was giving valuable info to the enemy. He had just told the Japanese that we lost one man and that somehow, somewhere, they just had a success.

I asked my older brother about it and he provided additional explanation. Even at my age, it was an eye opener.

Later, during my years in the Marines, I added my understanding all the more. Military intelligence is far more complex than Mad Magazine’s Spy vs Spy. Indeed, it only confirmed the realistic nature of the cartoon.

Yet, during Vietnam, we provided the world with a day-by-day report of the killed, the missing and the captured. Worse, we reported to the Chi-coms confirmed kill, wounded and captured. To which I am sure they thought, Thank you very much.

And now, stupidly we report Israelis losses to the world while we assume that HAMAS reports of those killed by IDF as rock solid truth.

Just how stupid can we be? Just how simple can those in charge be? The secret is you keep things secret. You don’t give the advisories that information which will be helpful to them, even in the least.

Notice to All Advertisers

This just might save you a penny or two, maybe a nickel. It seems there are those that like to look at what I look at. For instance if I look do a search on Peterbuilt diesel rigs, the next day, I receive ads on Peterbuilts as well as a few other rigs.

Here is a hint to put in your DB. I live off Social Security. I can’t afford a Peterbuilt. Hopefully, you can extrapolate that info. I can’t afford diamond rings or necklaces. It is useless to direct your ads at me.

Moreover, there is no sense directing any ads to my mail either, though I haven’t a clue how you get my address, your mail does show up from time to time.

Incidentally, no since trying to sell gold to me over TV. I have no need for that which provides no nutrition, shelter or other practical use. (haven’t a clue what good adding that would do, but it can’t hurt. Somehow they got the idea I can or want to buy useless pieces of metal when I have other real things I must purchase.)

Seems the Worst Part of Aging

Every day, twice a day, my wife and I go through a ritual. She takes her pills and I take mine. She’s younger so her handfull is smaller than mine.

Over the years, I’ve heard a told a number of jokes about geanies, those mythical, magical beings that come out of lanterns. Right now, I’m thinking how nice it would be to have one make it so my wife and I don’t need medicines.

Just saw the doctor the other day. We both need more vitimin D. Just why is that. I take a multivitiman, a vitimin D tablet and I drink milk. Guess I’ll be taking shots next.

Well, at least both of us are doing well with our diabetis. No one knows how much I’d just like to stop taking the pills and just put myself in the hands of God. The problem is it would be worse. I’d have a paralyzing stroke and I would be stuck in a wheel chair for the rest of my life. Someone would have to take care of me like a baby the rest of my life, maybe eating baby food.

I guess I shouldn’t complain. There are people worse off than me. I guess I should remember that, even while I’m tossing a handfull of pills down my throat.

Take Me Out to the Ball Game

We used to go to see the Chicks regularly. For those unaware, the Chicks was a semi-abrieviation for Chickasaws, the Memphis AA league ball team.

We loved it. Sometimes, we put 8 in the car, between friends and us. Most of the time, it was just the 4 of us. Admittedly, the park wasn’t that great, especially as compared to the current stadium.

However, it was accessable. After paying for parking at the current park, we have to each give up a hot dog and soda. Worse, it takes far more time to drive to and locate a place to park.

We no longer have children at home. My wife does really enjoy a pro game, but not that much. We’ll likely stay closer to home this year.

There are many beautiful Little League fields nearby and there is no cost. Let’s us buy more “peanuts & Cracker Jacks.” Also, there are high schools around. I suppose we will be more wecomed there than in downtown Memphis.

If they made it more convenient, we might risk the hazzards of going downtown to see a game now and then, but apparently, those in the Redbird management don’t value our business. It’s a shame. As near as I can tell, the players deserve more than that. Those actually working in the stadium deserve more too.

How-some-ever, that Redbirds stadium is so much nicer. It just is they had to plop that thing down in the worst part of Memphis… and about the most difficult place to park.

I can’t say anyting about how unsafe parking is. I have no recent 1st hand experience. However, I do believe it is a place the wise avoid.