Is Uncle Ted Killing Caroline’s Chances?

My Flag Flies Everyday

My Flag Flies Everyday

I don’t believe the liberal press and their treatment of Caroline Kennedy. One would think that after the way the press kissed Obama’s butt they would welcome Caroline with open arms. I could understand their treatment of Sarah Palin, but not Caroline.  Sarah presented a major threat to the Messiah and they had to annihilate her. They did a fine job of it. Now they are doing the same with Harvard educated liberal minded Caroline. What’s up?  Why is it that an ordinary citizen is not qualified for the job of  U.S. Senator. Barack did it, he wasn’t qualified either, but somehow he got out that stressful job into another. They say that if you have an employees who is totally unqualified, promote him to a new level, and let someone else deal with him. We did that.

Caroline’s only problem is her name. She is definitely linked to her Uncle Ted. We all seem to think that the Kennedy clan is too wealthy  for the rest of us. We want to punish them for being so rich. They don’t have to work for a living so they find nice cushy public service jobs. In their minds they are giving back to the peons.

I heard a news commentator discuss Caroline’s use of too many uhs for a Harvard graduated lawyer. Caroline sounds like a teen ager when she speaks.  The commentators recommendation was to find a good speech coach and work hard.  My recommendation is to let Harvard know they have a problem with their method. If the world expects every Harvard graduate to speak eloquently, the world should expect Harvard to train them to speak eloquently. 

 Since when does eloquent speech qualify a person for the Senate? Is that in the job description? I want someone who can read, and  write, and has some common sense. We don’t need another eloquent speaking lawyer writing laws to invent instituions like Fanni Mae, and Freddie Mac. We need Senators who will reduce the size of the government and let  the people in Washington find  jobs that add to the quality of the economy.

I want a Senator who will make spread sheets on the cost of running government, and then apply the Pareto Principle known as the 80/20 rule. It’s so simple  even a Harvard lawyer can figure it out.  Perhaps the law students should take some courses in the Harvard business school. Eighty percent of the good comes from twenty percent of the activity. That would mean alot of office space in DC becomes available for rent. It also means we would pay eighty percent less taxes.

A good Senator would concentrate on identifying the activities that are in the twenty percent, and work at eliminating the remainder. That is the way companies run their businesses. The principles work in any organization including our sacred government.

Ocean Day

Atlantic BeachOne of the greatest gifts a grandfather can receive is the realization that his grandchildren are maturing into fantastic human beings. On Christmas eve my Dana gave me a piece of her work. I hadn’t realized that she is a poet. Fourteen year olds are not usually  very poetic. To my amazement, she is; she is also athletic, musical, and a brain. I’m not too proud.

Let me share the gift she gave me:

Ocean Day

With the pale light of dawn

The waters seem mystically drawn

Sunrise sending peach light

Waking from the black night

Foam tickling the shoreline

With the sweet smell of brine

Patiently waiting for the sky

To open with a silent sigh

Sun’s rays begin to reach

Warming sands of the beach

Waves caress the shore more eagerly

Crashing with puzzling glee

Rhythmic pattern spellbinding

Beauty absolutely blinding

Every sound a pure note

Sharing a hushed anecdote

Endless blue, from aqua to indigo

Below an eternal sky’s glow

Dreamer’s delight

Of magical flight

A whole new world

A different view unfurled

Day to twilight

Unexplainable sight

Sunset painting

Color draining

Moon, pearly white

Stars shining bright

Another day gone

Just to open up to another dawn.

Dana, I love you!

Bah Humbug Blahs

Winter Bear

Winter Bear

As good as I felt last Sunday after our Lion Club food basket distribution, I am in a Bah Hum Bug mood today. It’s two days before Christmas, and I have the blahs. Maybe its light affective disorder, or something like that. It has to be a hormone gone wild to make a person feel so down. I can’t explain it. It couldn’t be that for the last twelve months I’ve been brainwashed by the messiah speaking about failed economic policies, and  another preacher damning America, or that the entire banking system came tumbling down by some social engineering. The weather isn’t helping me out either. It’s way too cold, it’s snowing and blowing. My joints all ache, and my muscles long for a walk, but I’m too lazy to go out .  Maybe I feel blue because I just wrote to my Senator telling him not to give himself a raise, and I expect him to give me the finger instead. Watching my 401K vanish  hasn’t added any light into my life either.

For many years, people referred to me as Scrooge. I created that personae in order to survive my job. We always had ‘performance appraisals’ right before Christmas. Often,  the news I gave my staff was not what they wanted to hear, therefore, the “Scrooge,” moniker. A negativity overtook me like the devil. I became negative the year around. Then one day, I heard a motivational speaker, and he changed my life. His name is Bernie,  he’s a medical doctor, and he changed my life with his speech. I learned that “positive” works much more effectively than “negative.”

It took me several years to break out of the negativity habit, but I did it. I  became a positive person. That is why these blahs are affecting me so. My mind wants to revert to negative, yet I know its the wrong way to go.  I see myself  being tempted by Darth Vader.  I hear him calling me to the “dark side.”

Several times today, I had to stop what I was doing to  find a positive moment to reflect upon. It has kept me going. I have to make alist of everything positive happening in my life today. It will help me bury the blahs.

A Feel Good Day

Ice Angel

The temperature outside is minus six, the wind chill brings it to a cozy minus thirty three. I drove six miles through open farm country with a thirty five mile wind blowing powder snow across the road making  it slippery as heck. Why then was it such a feel good day?  I joined  twenty of my fellow  Frankfort  Lions  at Lion Al’s wilderness place south of Frankfort to pick up food baskets. We then delivered them to needy families. This is a primary project of the Frankfort Lions every year at Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Easter.  What made today special was the way it was done, and the brutal weather of course.  In the past, we met at a grocery store to pick up the baskets(actually bags.) The  grocer picked the food and packed the bags, The Lions paid the bill and then delivered. We’ve done it the same way for over twenty years. This year we changed the process. We eliminated the middle man, the grocer. Three of our members did the shopping then packed the bags. The rest of us delivered. 

 Why was it necessary to make this change?  We’re not going to waste time by analyzing what went wrong, it is water over the dam. All that is important is to know that by doing the work ourselves we tripled the amount of food we were able to give to families in need.

For what ever reason, the times have changed, and we were running along complacently accepting the norm. Eventually, we began asking questions about the quantity and quality of food being delivered. An inventory of the basket contents and a pricing revealed that we could probably do better on our  own. We did.  This striking improvement has made me re-aware of the necessity to challenge a process even when it is deemed not broken.

In spite of the bone chilling minus thirty three, there was camaraderie, and a spirit of service this morning that warmed our souls.  After ranting during the election for so many days, and speaking against the evil of the government redistributing our wealth, I witnessed a redistribution of wealth performed by the Lions as they have been doing all around the world for many years. Truly an inspiring and warm feeling in spite of the cold.

Give ’em the Loan!

2009-buick-lucerneAs angry as I am at GM,  Ford, Chrysler, and the UAW, I have decided to speak up for the bridge loan. It is so simple, yet I almost blew it. If these companies suddenly go out of business, we will be forced to buy foreign. Think about that for a minute. Where will all those cars and trucks come from? The US car companies make about  four million cars in the USA each year. If their plants are no longer producing, who will build these cars? Easy you say, Japan, Korea, Germany, Italy, Sweden, etc. Well folks, these companies all have their own markets. They would never be able to ramp up to build an extra four million cars overnight.

So your beater finally died, and you have no other choice than to buy another car. You go to the local Toyota showroom and discover that a Camry costs one hundred thousand dollars, and you are placed on a waiting list. Not to worry, you amble over to the used car dealer to discover that a used Chevy with one hundred thousand miles is commanding twenty five thousand dollars. What the hell is going on?

It takes several years to build new car plants. The extra sales placed on the foreign car companies would strain their resources. There would be a severe shortage of cars for several years after the “big three” have been buried. The shortage plays into the hands of the economists old rule that the price is dictated by suppy and demand. Fewer cars, more sales equals higher prices.

Do we really want to see car prices triple, or do we want to see the “big three”  live on?

As much as I hate the UAW, and the even dumber GM management for their stupid tactics over the last forty years,  I would sooner see the big three survive.  Let’s give them the loan!

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