Devolution

I need help! My computer has again disassociated itself from my apple mail. I haven’t received a single message since November 17 and today is the twenty-ninth. I have tried untold times to reconnect it but get frustrated with the language of the help screens and the lack of remembering all the pass words and user names for every blooming step along the way. Luckily, I can access my mail thru a program called c-panel. Even that requires remembering a user name and multiple passwords. When will the computer world ever get simple? I was hoping that all the talk about a new internet would help alleviate the problems with all the theft and rampant hacking, but it remains just talk.

After watching the series Home Fires I long for a more simple time in life like it was in the nineteen forties and fifties: pay phones, small towns, lots of individual shops selling specific items like meat, bread, etc. bicycles instead of cars, trains instead of planes, small farms just outside town, country lanes, and not super highways, raising chickens in back yards.

Houses were small, but adequate. People only needed a place to shelter from the elements. Contacting your friend meant walking or cycling to his house and calling his name until he came out. Playing games was mostly done on the street in front of your house or on a table with cards or a board. Times have changed radically in my life-time, and not always for the better. The transition from no news to needing to have news in your hand all the time has begun to make us paranoid about the world. Auto accident death rates were on the decline because of the magnificent safety features included in new cars only to lose ground to people paying more attention to their personal contact equipment instead of paying attention to the road.

vital sign monitor in tablet PC, medical technology concept

Even health care has changed dramatically. We now have emergent care clinics we can run to every time we have the sniffles. Before we had chicken soup, or Vicks Vapo-Rub to take care of us. Although I love all the modern inventions and developments to make our lives better I am not sure we are any better for it. Before we learned to cope with a situation, now we expect someone to solve our problems immediately. If something doesn’t happen fast enough we begin to obsess or become anxious to the point of becoming incapable of existence. The solution for anxiety is usually some drug. Drugs make us dependent and less able to cope and sometimes create new forms of anxiety.

Before email and computers, we wrote memorandums to each other, or met face to face. Then the telephone arrived on our desks and we could talk to people. Phones did cut the number of memos but eventually there were too many calls to answer, and we sometimes had multiple lines coming to the same instrument. Email was a great solution to many business communication problems, and soon our in baskets were piled high with electronic messages, just like when we had paper memos. Today, we’ve migrated to messaging on phones. Texting will allow better faster communication for awhile at least until something else will be invented to take it’s place.

The entire world has the need for speed. Why? Beats the heck out of me, I kind of like the idea of devolving instead of evolving. The idea of moving toward a slower happier life seems much more sensible, and already such a phenomenon exists, it is called old age. Our bodies will tell us when to slow down and how to handle a day’s activities. If there are too many things to handle we will just defer them to another day or forget about them. Nature at its finest, without the need for a new invention to help us slow down.

Perhaps the youngsters will invent a few apps for coping with old age. Most likely they will all involve speeding up our routines and destroying our contentment. The nice thing about old age is that if we do decide to use a new fangled app to cope, and we find it only frustrates us we will merely stop using it, and, or find a senior way to work around it, or do without.

A Normal Thanksgiving Day

NOT! The weather is normal, but the circumstances are totally out of whack. A grey cloudy day, cold, and a little wet, but where are my friends, where is the turkey in the oven and the stuffing next to it? Where is the cranberry sauce and sweet potatoes, and the pumpkin pie, where are the friends and family? All hunkered down. In compliance with our governor’s mandate to stay at home, celebrate alone, or virtually. How does one pass the gravy over a Zoom meal?

For as long as I can remember, and that is not long these days, Thanksgiving has been at my house or at one of my kids’ houses. It is not to be this year. I am made to feel like I am placing my life in jeopardy by visiting my daughter for dinner. God did not encourage us to have families so we could abandon them during the holidays.

Add to the gloomy day, and the lack of familial fellowship is the gloominess of having lost an excellent series called Home Fires. I got hooked watching this historical drama about a small town in England just as WW 2 begins in Europe. The folks are privy to having an RAF Airbase located right out side their town limits. This soap opera has stories galore to tell. Nearly everyone in the population has some part to play. The number of social issues and taboos is limitless, such as divorce, lesbianism, the call to duty, the declaration of conscientious objection, poor versus rich or class distinction, crooked business men taking advantage of the government spending, cancer, rationing, black markets, spousal abuse, women living without their men, etc. The actors all fit their parts and play them well. So well in fact that I had become one of the residents living next door to the action. This is one story that could well have run for ten or more seasons with many episodes in each and it would not fail to fascinate me. Evidently, I am not enough of an audience to meet the needs of the producers. Sadly, I have just read that the producers learned that the program leaned toward an older audience and have chosen to look at something that’ll lean toward youth. Being an old fart I will agree with their assessment, but not their action.

I switched to a new series being pushed by Amazon labeled The Pack. This mindless non-sense will no doubt run forever without adding a single scintilla of good to the world. It will make dog lovers happy, and since all of us love dogs the program has a chance, but I didn’t finish watching the first episode and will avoid any more.

I wish you a very happy Thanksgiving Holiday.

Stealing Votes

There is one benefit that will come from President Trump’s refusal to concede until he knows every vote has been counted. That is, that he will have exposed what most of us have been thinking all along, that there are huge bugs in the voting system, and one of them is very easy to manipulate to any desired end effect. The number of defects are almost endless, like dead people voting, mail-in ballots being printed, illegally marked, and inserted into the process. How about a bus load of people traveling to voting sites, registering on the spot and then voting, and all of them with the same address? Once they have voted they re-board the bus and move to another site. All of these seem to be meaningless, but collectively they can make a difference. All seem harmless except the counting machine that can be programmed without any notice and do great harm. Why the board of elections in any state would allow these machines to exist can only be construed as organized voter fraud. Where is the proof you ask? Well, I wouldn’t need proof. Just the fact that vote manipulation is possible to do is enough proof for me to disallow all votes placed on a computerized machine. Why take the chance of such such deceitful possibility?

Voting by mail has proved itself to be another way for illegal ballots to pollute the system. However, since it was so popular a way to cast ballots I recommend we revise the system and improve the security of our vote. I am in favor of placing identification on the mail in ballot which then can be used to verify that only one vote per person is being cast. It would also be method for making the wholesale pre-printed ballots with boxes checked from entering the system.

I have heard and read several pundits claim that Trump received 75 million votes and Biden received 80 million for a total of 155 million ballots cast. The total population is 330 million My first rule for the states would be to determine how many people they have within their boundaries and to cross check the number of ballots cast against that number and also against the number of registered voters. If the votes exceed either of those the entire election must be declared invalid.

Kids Say the Darndest Things

Back in the nineteen fifties there was a wildly popular program segment hosted by Art Linkletter called “Kids Say The Darndest Things.” Show host Linkletter interviewed grammar school kids with simple questions and waited for the replies. Usually, there was so much laughter it took a while before he could challenge the answer. I’ve included a short video of one of his interviews to demonstrate his style.

This morning when I opened my email Art Linkletter’s program came to mind immediately. Why? Just read these short vignettes of teachers quizzing their young students.




A little girl was talking to her teacher about whales.
The teacher said it was physically impossible for a whale to swallow a human because even though it was a very large mammal its throat was very small. 
The little girl stated that Jonah was swallowed by a whale.  
Irritated, the teacher reiterated that a whale could not swallow a human; it was physically impossible. 
The little girl said, ‘When I get to heaven I will ask Jonah’. 
The teacher asked, ‘What if Jonah went to hell?’ 
The little girl replied, ‘Then you ask him’.
 

 
 
A Kindergarten teacher was observing her classroom of children while they were drawing. She would occasionally walk around to see each child’s work. 
As she got to one little girl who was working diligently, she asked what the drawing was. 
The girl replied, ‘I’m drawing God.’
The teacher paused and said, ‘But no one knows what God looks like.’ 
Without missing a beat, or looking up from her drawing, the girl replied, ‘They will in a minute.’
 

 

     A  Sunday school teacher was discussing the Ten Commandments with her five and six-year-olds. 
After explaining the commandment to ‘honor’ thy Father and thy Mother, she asked, ‘Is there a commandment that teaches us how to treat our brothers and sisters?’ 
From the back, one little boy (the oldest of a family) answered, ‘Thou shall not kill.’
 
ne day a little girl was sitting and watching her mother do the dishes at the kitchen sink. She suddenly noticed that her mother had several strands of white hair sticking out in contrast on her brunette head.  
She looked at her mother and inquisitively asked, ‘Why are some of your hairs white, Mum?’
Her mother replied, ‘Well, every time that you do something wrong and make me cry or unhappy, one of my hairs turns white.’ 
The little girl thought about this revelation for a while and then said, ‘Mummy, how come ALL of grandma’s hairs are white?’
 

 
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  he children had all been photographed, and the teacher was trying to persuade them each to buy a copy of the group picture.  ‘Just think how nice it will be to  look at it when you are all grown up and say, ‘There’s  Jennifer, she’s a lawyer,’ or ‘That’s Michael, He’s a  doctor.’ 
A small voice at the back of the room rang out, ‘And there’s the teacher, she’s dead.’
 

 
  A teacher was giving a lesson on the circulation of the blood Trying to make the matter clearer, she said, ‘Now, class, if I stood on my head, the blood, as you know, would run into it, and I would turn red in the face.’  
‘Yes,’ the class said
    ‘Then why is it that while I am standing upright in the ordinary positions the blood doesn’t run into my feet?’  
A little fellow shouted,
    Cause your feet ain’t empty.’
 


T
  he children were lined up in the cafeteria of a Catholic elementary school for lunch. At the head of the table was a large pile of apples. The nun made a note and posted on the apple tray: ‘Take only ONE.  God is watching.’
Moving further along the lunch line, at the other end of the table was a large pile of chocolate chip cookies. 
A child had written a note, ‘Take all you want.  God is watching the apples….’
 

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Bring It On Big Guy

It is Friday night, and instead of going on a date I’ll try writing a response to the nut job liberal who wants to reprogram 75 million Trumps supporters to become nut jobs like him.

I know the feeling this man has, I had it to the same extent eight years ago when his immortalized icon Obama ascended to the throne. If Obama has anything over Trump it was his ability to dodge scandal. Why wouldn’t he? When the entire world’s press aligns itself with the liberal side of things Obama could do no wrong. Obama controlled the message and brags about it. Yet, over the last four years Obama frailties have been trickling out time after time. It still doesn’t make news because of the protection he is afforded by the press and the Deep State.

For the past four years, I have enjoyed not hearing from my own radical nut-job friends on Facebook. Now that Biden is declaring himself the Lord they post only negative stuff about Trump and very wrong stuff about Biden. We believe in our leaders. I believe everything Trump says, my own son-in-law does not. I often wind up with a shoe in my mouth because of our discussions. I’d rather eat shoe leather than offend the young man and jeopardize my daughter’s relationship.

The past few nights I have watched several documentaries on American Indian life. All of them put the government into evil light. I actually come away feeling guilty for the way the tribes were treated by our own ancestors. The players in these documentaries tell their side of the story without any opportunity or desire to look at things from the opposite side. The effect is empathy by the viewer. I see the current players of the left telling the story the way they want it t be heard. I’m not buying it. Why, because I know better than to believe anything a lefty says or does.

Yesterday, I watched a press conference held by Trump’s lawyers exposing the democrat voting shenanigans uncovered during the election. When I heard that the same vote counting machine developed by the Hugo Chavez and Maduro regimes was also used to count our votes my heart began racing. It doesn’t matter that the machine is made by a company connected to the infamous USA hating George Soros. How in the world could these people be so damned stupid? Or were they stupid? If you want to win an election you use systems that you can manipulate to change the winds into your direction. Combine that with the timing of the vote-count-stop during the night to give the counters a break being coincidental with the rising surge of Trump votes which coincidentally dropped like a rock after the break is really stretching my mind a bit. Oh yeah, the votes they found during the break had to be run through the newly reprogrammed machines. Yep, I’m believing it one hundred percent.

If the libs want to retrain me to think like them they will have to split my head open and empty my brains into a bucket. Anyone with the brains of an ostrich has to know that the facts don’t add up. And these are the kind of thinkers who are commenting on Twitter and Blogs all across the country about how lame the Conservatives are. What is worse is that the so called press rides the wave with the empty headed libs who propose so much stupid stuff. I should replace the word stuff with ideas, but ideas such as theirs are not even stuff. I am being generous by calling their fecally tainted output as stuff.

How about finding thousands of ballots with only one mark on them all for Biden, and all with a perfectly round dot in the voting space.? I try to be very careful when I mark my ballot with the black ink pen and work at staying inside the lines, but even with all my precise care I go outside the lines. Putting a perfect circle inside the little oval boxes is damn near impossible on thousands of ballots. For one thing one person would not be able to mark that many ballots, it would take several people to mark thousands and what are the chances that all those people would all do the same precise job? I will buy that the ballots were marked by a printing machine, and not a registered voter.

The list of irregularities found during the counting is endless, and is certainly evidence enough for me to believe that the election was definitely being influenced by an outside organized source, maybe it was the Russians, but I’d rather believe it was the Democratic National Committee.

I grew up in Chicago, and followed city politics from the time I could read. Mayor Richard J Daley was the master of organizing the democratic machine. His Precinct Captains told immigrants to vote for democrat candidates, my parents among them. They used intimidation by way of threats to job security, they suppressed the black vote, or intimidated them to vote democrat. He locked up the politics in such a way that the city was nearly one hundred percent democratic. His system of patronage is being used in every democratic city across the nation. He ruled for years. His successors were all democrats from his administration. Eventually, his son Richard M Daley finished the Daley rule, but the democratic party lives on. The result is a city where only the white neighborhoods are respectable, black neighborhoods all resemble war zones. Money for anything is lacking, but the budget is overwhelming.

Richard J Daley Richard M Daley
Jackson Park

As a kid, I remember the Chicago Park District being the greatest ever. I walked two miles one-way to use the park. They were great places to play sports, to swim, to take walks. The landscaping was outstanding, the lawns were manicured. Today, the parks are a mess, yes they still have a semblance of a park but they are not safe, the services are fewer, and the people who frequent them put their life in danger. There is only one area that is totally safe in Chicago, i.e. except for this past summer, The Magnificent Mile and Grant Park along the lake front. It is the jewel of Chicago. Tourists from around the world come to visit this area. However, this summer Michigan Avenue was visited by BLM and other protest groups who showed their liberalism by smashing windows and looting. The lady Mayor Lori Lightfoot treats the city as though it all belongs to the black elements. There is no law and order in neighborhoods that are not hers.

So my good friend, you who wants to teach me to become a liberal, all I can say is bring it on!

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