Let the Games Begin


As John Sidney Walker McCain and Barack NMI1 Obama begin the run for the White House, I’d propose another alternative, who represents a Real Change: former Georgia Congressman Bob Barr, the Libertarian Party nominee for the Presidency in 2008.

There’s a new sidebar item, with photo and linkage, that will adorn this old blog until the elections are over.

I’ve thought for years that the US really needs more than two political parties; at minimum, a third-party not-one-issue option to the two-party system we currently have. There’s really not a nickel’s worth of difference between the current two parties; the only choices offered by them are whether you prefer death by faux patriotism, or by obscenely high taxation.

The cure for bad governance is surely not by changing flavors of bad governance. It’s certainly not by more governance. I think the cure for bad government is to have less government. Period.

The Libertarians are misunderstood and misconstrued in popular opinion and in the mainstream press. In fact, Libertarians are:

  1. Unabashed capitalists, but with social consciences.
  2. Unabashed defenders of individual freedom and liberty.
  3. Unabashed advocates of individual accountability, given 2 above.
  4. Unabashed advocates of the Bill of Rights, for all.
  5. Unabashed believers in the resourcefulness of the American people to survive, nay, to prevail, with minimal government.

So, as the Repubs and Dems duke it out, and as the lapdog press hangs on their every word, I’m firmly and irrevocably supporting Bob Barr in 2008.

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[stags]Politics, Bob Barr[/stags]


1 HT: The Fat Guy, for the moniker.

Visionary

Recorded when there was still a modicum of trust in our government, elected officials, and the press:

Our government, elected officials, and the press are now unfortunately all part of the monolith; reinforcing, aiding, and abetting each other in fostering a culture of fear, uncertainty, and doubt. What modern-day patriot will rise to challenge the madness? Who will boldly assert that individual freedom, including the freedom to fail, is at the very cornerstone of our existence as a country? Who will say that just because some looks/screws/thinks differently from us, they don’t deserve the same basic freedoms that we should all enjoy? Who will say that differences of opinion are just that, differences of opinion, without accusing those who differ of being terrorists or worse?

Probably no one. It seems to me that it’s up to each one of us, in his or her own way, to resist the groupthink herd mentality, and to take back our rights that are slowly being crushed out. Before it’s too late. And also, that each of us support those all-too-few courageous ones who stand and fight against this incredible insanity that has beset us.

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[stags]Politics[/stags]

40

Dude, you would be 40 today.
I’d have called you and ribbed you unmercifully about being old.
I’d have bounced your kids, which I’m sure you’d have had by now, on my knee.
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We saw a young man at LAX yesterday.
Your mother’s eyes got all misty.
After he went into the terminal,
I looked at your mother and said
“Yes, he does.”
We still see you in a lot of places, old Hoss.
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Because I Can

This post brought to you from the Virgin America departure lounge at LAX. Wi-fi at LAX isn’t free, so I’m using my trusty Sprint Wireless Broadband modem.

I was able to get to the tMobile sign up page, before switching to my card.  The goal was to see whether I could remember all the Linux commands needed to connect to an open wi-fi. The fact I landed on the tmobile signup page tells me my command line skills are still OK, and that exercise was free.

Our flight  boards in less than an hour.  A five-hour flight probably won’t be enough to make me forget my most recent encounter with the TSA nitwits, so I’ll have something to rant about when I get back home.

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And the Sun Shines

I nearly posted a photo of blue sky earlier. Blue sky is something that’s been mighty scarce since we arrived in El Lay. We’ve had heavy overcast, torrential rain, and if my MIdwestern ears are still attuned, a brief bit of hail since we got here.

Our daughter has a breezeway, to which the smokers are relegated when they feel the urge to light up. Wind tunnel would be a much more accurate description. And a bone-chilling, stindeens numbing wind at that.

Today, the sun shines, the temperature climbs into the upper 70′s, and it’s our last day here. It was sufficiently cold earlier in the week that I asked my little bride, on one of her and our daughter’s outings, to please bring back something for me in XXL, long-sleeved, and warm. The local *-Marts had one item in men’s long sleeves, and in XL at that. It said Myrtle Beach on the front.

What a country.

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T-Minus a Bit Less than 24

As much as I love my grandchildren, and as blessed as I am that they’re part of the family, we leave slam dunk Los Angeles tomorrow, for the return trip back home. We’re glad of that; our grandparent systems aren’t as resilient to commotion, noise, and Houdini-baffling schedules as they used to be.  If there was ever a time we were used to such.

Our boarding passes are printed; the reservation to get us to LAX is made with SuperShuttle. Our  travelling home duds laid out, and we’re ready to roll.

Our last mission, should we choose to accept it, is to liquidate the beer inventory.

We so choose.

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Like a Good Neighbor

Hats off to State Farm Claim Team #47 for their expeditious processing of our claim on the Wreck of the Old ’98. To no one’s surprise, but to our chagrin, the ’98 was a total loss.

We have an appointment to pick up our check when we get back from California; after that, a new car will be sitting in our parking spot. A car that will be proudly insured by State Farm.

Like a Good Neighbor. It’s more than a slogan. Claim Team #47 did us a fine job.

Thanks, folks.
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[stags]Life, cars, State Farm[/stags]

Safely in El Lay

Well, the no-fly streak is officially over, thanks to Virgin America airlines. MLB and I arrived at our daughter’s yesterday afternoon. She and the grandkids still love me; makes the whole thing worthwhile.

Even the TSA, while it still sucks, couldn’t dampen my spirits. They made me put my Crocs into the bin before leaving Dulles. Crocs. Plastic Crocs. I guess the fact that I was allowed on the plane meant they didn’t hear nor care when I mumbled “fuckwits” under my breath.

The winner in TSA uselessness occurred at LAX, where confusing signage to the Virgin America baggage claim1 led to a spate of questions of two lackluster TSA agents at the exit checkpoint. Proving that incompetence and lack of concern knows no racial nor gender barriers, the black female TSA agent kindly pointed out that This was not the baggage claim area. The lack of conveyor belts and the carousel were a dead giveaway there. She at least said something; the Hispanic male version of TSA’s finest merely grunted at the passengers. Thanks, folks, you two blew the one chance the TSA had to do something to actually help the travelling public. Though I think your customer care skills are probably up to TSA’s exacting standards.

On the plus side, Virgin America is a great airline. I wish they went to more places I wanted to visit.

Grandkid pictures to follow. Stay tuned.
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[stags]TSA, Virgin America[/stags]


1 There was one arrow pointing down to baggage claim, and another pointing right on the same level. These signs were adjacent. To me, that’s confusing.

There’s a Country-Western Song in Here Someplace

Boy, 12, faces drunken driving charge after crash

In the heart of this news story beats a country song.

Let’s recap; according to the canonical standard so brilliantly laid out by Steve Goodman and David Allan Coe, we have:

  • Drunk – check.
  • Mom – miss.
  • Prison – Presuming the Division of Youth Services counts, check.
  • Rain – No weather report . Miss.
  • Pickup truck - check.
  • Train – miss.

OK, so we’re three out of six. There is mention of things that could and should belong in a country song:

  • Liquored up – Probably synonymous with drunk, but far more poetic.
  • Rodeo – Where would country be without rodeo songs?
  • Finding a girl – a staple of the genre.
  • Wrecks – more staples. Truckin’ songs are nothing without the wrecks.
  • Shotgun – How can a perfect country song not mention these?

So, I’d submit that this incident has all the ingredients to embrace and extend the timeless classic song. I’d take guitar in hand, if I had one and could use it, and record this incident for posterity.

And, yes, I’m thankful these dumbass kids are OK.

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[stags]country music[/stags]

Happiness

Right now, it’s a Shiner, shuffled to the back of the icebox and forgotten, only to be rediscovered in a chilled to an unbelievable state of chilldom perfection.

Mmmmm.

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[stags]Life[/stags]