Feel Good Story

My last post for August 2020 is about a remarkable story documented on film. The last time I had this much excitement about a film was when Kevin Costner starred in McFarland. The new film is titled Spare Parts and stars George Lopez a standup comedian who shows us a new face in his role as an unemployed engineer who takes a job as substitute Science teacher in a Phoenix high school.

Both stories take place in poor communities heavily populated with illegal immigrants, all working in a cash society without any documentation. They send their kids to school because it is the law and they don’t want break any laws and bring attention to themselves. The teachers involved take the job seriously and learn to coach their students effectively. In Spare Parts, Lopez is corralled by a really smart kid to mentor a team four who want to enter an underwater robot contest.

The kids gel into a team and brainstorm through the problems associated with a robotic device that must function under water. They finish in time to drive to Santa Barbara for the competition. They enter into the college division because they rationalize that if they lose against a bunch of high schoolers no one will know the difference, but if they lose against MIT they will at least get some mention.

The story of how the team constructs “Stinky,” as they have named their creation, creates enough interest, but the story is deeper than just the kids building a robot from junk. There is a love interest between Lopez and another teacher played by Marisa Tomei, and conflict between one of the key members of the team and his father. The lad who initiated the whole project is running from I.C.E. who is hot on his trail to deport him.

Although the film does not get political, it does make the viewer aware of the problems involved with undocumented workers and their kids. They live in fear, they work for menial wages, they stay clear of the law, anything to stay here in America. The team member who has conflict with his father is under pressure to guard his brother who was born in the USA, while their mother was found and deported to Mexico.

Both McFarland and Spare Parts are films based on true stories. In both cases some of the plots are so unbelievable they have to be true because one couldn’t imagine the situations these characters go through. I give Spare Parts five stars. It has all the components of a great film, but most of all it is a tear jerking funny, and romantic story that keeps the viewers interest throughout. I will watch it again and again just as I have watched McFarland five times.

All through this film I kept thinking about the two families Iknow personally who are undocumented, and are between a rock and a hard place when it comes to staying in America. In my two cases the families have been here for over twenty-five years. Neither has been able to apply for Social Security nor any of the social programs we have here. Because of new Homeland Security rules they cannot fly on any domestic flights. They can leave the country to visit relatives, but reentry may take as long as ten years before they are granted new visas and green cards. In one family they traveled here with a young daughter who was a toddler. She is as American as any other kid in the country, but she is undocumented, her brothers who were born here are US citizens. In my mind this opposes a real moral dilemma. The toddlers who were dragged here should be granted automatic citizenship. The parents should be given some grace for each year they have lived here without any trouble.

Of course all people in this situation know where all the loop holes exist in the immigration system. We who have no interest in knowing the details of immigration have no clue about how illegal immigrants survive under our laws. Why should we? That is why we elect our representatives. It is their job to write the laws that govern these situations. Over the past twenty plus years under our bureaucracies, and our law makers we have allowed the problem of allowing undocumented people into the country and now we are faced with a real dilemma about how to resolve the issue. First, we have to stop the flow into the country. We need the wall, we need more and better border control, but most of all we need the resolve to enforce the laws. Then we must work on taking care of all the kids who were dragged here by their parents, lastly we must enable the undocumented people who have been here for so many years to stay here legally, and to give them a path to permanent residency, and a path to citizenship. Of course the easiest thing to do is to grant them all amnesty, but that didn’t work the first time we tried it, and we mustn’t allow it to happen again.

ZZZZZZZZZ

In the past week I have lost my blog-post twice by falling asleep at the keyboard. Both of them were ready to post.I wake up and the post is gone. Damn, grrrr! The only way I can think about this situation is that neither of the posts were worth your time to read. Some force of nature struck them down and I am a better man for it.

Finding meaningful subjects to write about is difficult on some days. On other’s I have several topics in queue. Today is a day where I’m struggling to make sense of what and why I am writing. The best thing is to cut it short and go take a real nap. I’ll be back later.

PSA-200826-Fun With Words

I love it when friends feed me things I can post.


Lexophilia

 “Lexophile” describes those that have a love of words, especially in word games, such as: “To write with a broken pencil  is pointless.”  An annual competition is held in New York Times to see who can create the best original lexophile. This year’s submissions:    

I changed my iPod’s name to Titanic. It’s syncing now. 

England has no kidney bank, but it does have a Liverpool. 

Haunted French pancakes give me the crepes.

This girl today said she recognized me from the Vegetarians Club, but I’d swear I’ve never met herbivore. 

I know a guy who’s addicted to drinking brake fluid, but he says he can stop any time. 

A thief who stole a calendar got twelve months. 

I got some batteries that were given out free of charge. 

A dentist and a manicurist married. They fought tooth and nail. 

A will is a dead giveaway. 

With her marriage, she got a new name and a dress. Police were summoned to a daycare center where a three-year-old was resisting a rest.
Did you hear about the fellow whose entire left side was cut off? He’s all right now.
A bicycle can’t stand alone; it’s just two tired. 

The guy who fell onto an upholstery machine last week is now fully recovered. 

He had a photographic memory but it was never fully developed. 

When she saw her first strands of gray hair, she thought she’d dye. 

Acupuncture is a jab well done. That’s the point of it. 

I didn’t like my beard at first. Then it grew on me. 

Did you hear about the crossed-eyed teacher who lost her job because she couldn’t control her pupils? 

I stayed up all night to see where the sun went, and then it dawned on me.

I’m reading a book about anti-gravity. I just can’t put it down.

Moaning is tolerated and rated for effectiveness.

Not My Bag Of Tea

The peaceful protests across our country are telling us one thing; there are a lot if sick bad ass people living here. Why they are so mentally sick is not clear. Maybe they think they are being patriotic and the only way to cure the country is to tear it apart. My question is what the heck are they trying to cure? I have often played a scenario in my mind about the next revolution against the government. In my scenario we are always trying to keep our freedoms. In today’s rioting the protestors are trying to establish the opposite of freedom. They want to control every aspect of our lives and they won’t stop until they have succeeded. They must know that their ideology of socialism, progressivism, communism will never work and it has been proven not to work too many times.

If I were leading any aspect of the government I would need to be restrained from blowing these protesters to hell. I give some of these mayors, governors, and the President credit for being patient to allow the protests to play out, but will they play out? Eventually, when all businesses, government buildings and monuments have been destroyed, and they have nothing else to apply their anger towards they will have to end. Otherwise they will begin to hurt themselves.

I see the news casts daily and they exploit the fires and the broken windows with people running in and out of stores; their arms loaded with booty. Add this to the damage we must live through caused by the COVID-19 nonsense and America has met a new type of terrorism perhaps worse than any Muslim form we’ve seen on our shores. At least when we see the Muslims as the enemy we are not afraid to blow them away. With these new terrorists we see them as peaceful protestors, and we must protect their Constitutional rights. I say to hell with them and fight fire with fire. See, that is why I am never going to be in charge.

The one positive thing I see in these nightly car burnings is that they are making Ford, and GMC very happy. All those burned cars will be replaced.

Insurance companies will take it on the chin at all the stores because I’m sure that every business has insurance against these types of events. Of course the insurers will opt not to cover any new events in the future. The entire damage will be owned by the businesses. I wonder how many will decide not to reopen. Will the protesters consider that a victory? All it will do is force them to move to another neighborhood where there is still some business going on.

My recommendation is to let the National Guard loose in these communities and let the bodies pile up. I don’t think they will use rubber bullets like the police do. Let the mainstream media show me dead bodies stacked at riot sites and I predict the rioting will stop, and the people living there will be applauding the mayhem.

Remembering Etsy

This afternoon I flipped through my card file and the word Etsy flashed past my eyes. Almost instantly I remembered using Etsy to buy something for Peggy. I had heard that people with Alzheimers loved to doodle with things in their hands. Peg was already two years into her decline so I did a little digging and learned about something called a fidget blanket. I searched everywhere and finally found one that I liked on Etsy. I never heard of Etsy before. I decided to try it out. I found a lady in England that made fidget blankets by hand. She incorporated all kinds of gadgets into her design. It took a few weeks to get to us but when it arrived I gave it to Peg who almost instantly latched onto one of the ribbons and wouldn’t let go. Success! It was worth the forty dollars and the long delivery time.

Fidget blanket for people with Alzheimer’s dementia

After that day, it became routine to give Peg her fidget blanket everyday when we sat her in the wheelchair. She found every ribbon, zipper, tinkle bell, buttons and loved the feel of them. What went through her mind when she felt these things one will never know, and I didn’t really care I just loved that she loved the thing.

About four months before she died the fidget blanket fell apart in the washing machine. By that time she was spending less time in the chair, and I regret not having bought another one for her to play with.

Strange how the mind works, just an instant nano-second look at the word Etsy triggered this recollection.

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