Constitution 101

I’ve spent a part of my time during the past ten weeks taking an online  course on the U.S. Constitution. Presented free by Hillsdale College this course is worth your time. The videos are high quality live lectures prepared especially for this series. Constitutional professors from Hillsdale present the lectures  with skill and enthusiasm.

The course is not easy, but nothing that is worthwhile ever is easy. Reading assignments, and quizzes go with each lecture. Students may e-mail questions to Hillsdale for a few days after the lecture, and answered in an online video by the lecturer.

It has been fifty-six years since my Civics classes in high school, and I felt it was time to review. I am not sorry I did. The Declaration of Independence and the U.S. Constitution are two of history’s greatest lessons. There is no government on this earth that has survived successfully as long as the United States, and it is attributable to these well conceived documents.

For the past one hundred years a movement called Progressivism has been working to undermine the country by demeaning the Constitution, and they are making considerable inroads to change the meaning of the following.

“…We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness. . . .”

Take the online course from Hillsdale, it is free, and it will refresh your belief in America’s foundation.

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Always Postpone Meetings with Time-Wasting Morons

Always Postpone Meetings with Time-Wasting Morons (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

A fellow blogger, Ankur Mithal has nominated me for the “Versatile Blogger Award, and I am truly humbled.”

A blogger has many contacts who are also bloggers. I can’t call them my friends because I have never met them nor associated with them in any way. They are peers in a group of people who love to speak their mind and share thoughts. Yet, after sharing intimate thoughts, I feel that some of these bloggers are my friends. I feel they have connected with me in a way that some of my daily associates have never done. We pour our souls to the blogosphere and sometimes connect with another who speaks to us, and we listen, we comment, we share feelings.

I began reading Ankur’s blog pieces on dark office humor because the subject was near and dear to my heart, office politics, office antics, and office stupidity in the form of manager bullshit. You see, I appreciate these things because I played the part of middle manager for over thirty years, and his writing struck very close to my heart. I was caught in the middle between the upper echelon of the owner’s first tier, and the worker bees who follow the directives. I had to give the sometimes ridiculous reasons for doing what we ask them to do. Ankur nails office life with observations like a pro. He knows the inside of a business office like one who has lived it for many years. When I began reading his stuff, I thought “this guy is another Dilbert.” He writes with humor and a pinch of sarcasm added, well maybe a huge dose of sarcasm. Either way you see it, the result is very often hilarious.

Thank you Ankur for the nomination and I hope we become fast friends as well as fellow bloggers.

EPA Tentacles and Big Brother

Environmental Protection Agency Seal

Environmental Protection Agency Seal (Photo credit: DonkeyHotey)

FAIL

Have you ever wondered how the EPA is affecting your life? I’m not talking about how they purify the air or the drinking water supply (which they don’t do, your local community does that). I’m talking about how they get into your personal life in your own personal space.

At the beginning of April I received a nicely written letter from the Environmental Specialist of the Village of Frankfort. I’ve added A copy of the letter  below. The ES explains how I am breaking the law by dumping grass clippings behind my house. WTF, I was livid. That is why it has taken me so long to write about this matter. Had I written on the day I received the letter, I’d be in jail today.

Letter from Frankfort EPA police

I looked for the cited Village ordnance, and found the paragraph. It clearly states the prohibition of dumping yard waste. I am guilty, I dump grass clippings into a mulch pile at the back of my lot which backs up to an EPA defined wetland.

One would think based on the seriousness of this letter that I am dumping in a backyard neighbor’s property. I am not, in fact I am dumping horticultural organic matter into an area not inhabited by man. Most of us who went to high school understand that organic matter decays and returns to nature in the form of rich compost. It is beneficial to soil enrichment, and gardeners are encouraged to add compost to flower beds to the rebuild the soil.  At least that is what I learned in Master Gardener School. Evidently, the EPA and the Village of Frankfort do not understand that principle.

Many questions began to whirl through this aged brain like, how in the heck did they find my feeble grass pile? Who found it? Why did they even look for it? It must be my tax dollars at work. I asked myself how in the world can a small village like Frankfort afford to have an Environmental Specialist on its payroll? They have too much money is the answer. We are supposed to be a conservative town with conservative leaders. I’m beginning to understand the meaning of CINO (Conservative in Name Only). I know the Mayor, I think he is a great guy, he has done a good job of leading the town. He understands the need for commercial development, and the need to preserve our 1850’s charm, but I think he’s been mayor too long. He is beginning to believe the town belongs to him.

I reviewed my neighborhood on Google maps. These wonderful maps give us another perspective on what is going on around us. I want to show the size and scope of this wetland as compared to my grass pile. I learned some new things after looking closely. At first, the picture looked like the one I looked at when I bought this property seven years ago. Then, I began to notice details. My pond didn’t get built until five years ago, my tiny vegetable plot didn’t get added until three years ago, my neighbors new fire pit didn’t get installed until two years ago, and the trampoline the kids next door jump on didn’t arrive until last year. Hello, this is a brand new photo from space. What is that all about? Who pays for these photos, Google? Is it Google’s satellite circling the earth with a camera to make their maps more detailed? I don’t think so.

Regardless, you can see that I back up to a huge wetland and my grass pile pales in comparison. Don’t you see it?  It is the pixel to the left and above the red pointer

I zoomed my property to find the grass pile, and its deadly effect on the wetland. What I found was a new photo from space with all the new details I mentioned above. After examining this blow up closely, the lot line is easy to extrapolate from the neighbors on either side of me. The many trees and shrubs obscure my lot line. The grass pile is just inside the tree line, and I’m sure it does not encroach the wetland by more than six feet. More questions come to mind. How in the heck did they find my grass pile? They must be looking at better photos than I find on Google. Is this what the Environmental Specialist does? Look for grass piles?

Close up of my lot from Space

This explains why I saw two big guys having a conversation at the back of my lot a few months ago. They stood on my property thinking of reasons to send me a letter. After all, the grass pile creates a “hazard for village employees.”  They disappeared before I had a chance to challenge them. The simple fact is that this wetland is a Mid-western jungle of fallen Cottonwood trees, and an invasive species called Buckthorn, as well as Mulberry, wild grape, buck thistle, doc, poison ivy, and many things that I am not able to name.

My seven-year war has been on terrorist plants like the buck thistle that came directly from this wetland space. The thistle began invading years before my grass pile came into existence.

The Village recommends I buy yard waste bags (a major pain in the ass to use, and are expensive), or to hire a landscape service to mow and haul the clippings away to another wetland someplace (I did have a service until the economy crashed in 2008, and I felt I could not afford it any more), or I should have the trash collection company provide a yard waste container to haul the waste to some discrete wetland away from Frankfort.

It is my conclusion that someone in the Village government has a friend in the waste management business.

I hate to think of my grass pile causing the Charrington Dam to erode, or the invasion of noxious weeds to overtake the wetland, or to upset the balance of nature in such a way as to keep the hundreds of Canada Geese from nesting there. The Canada Geese, by the way, are overpopulating the entire southwestern suburbs and polluting many forest preserve and wetland areas. They also happen to come to my yard to crap all over the patio and to steal bird feed, along with all the opossum, raccoon, red fox, deer, snakes, and other critters that call the wetland home. Answer this, would all these creatures invade my yard if the dreaded grass pile was gone?

In the meantime, I switched to using the mulcher on the mower.

And that is how the EPA and Big Brother get into your shorts.

Why do we put up with this BS?