One Click Away From Being Robbed

This morning, as I scrolled through my emails looking for real mail, I came across a message from Geek Squad. The subject line was “Your subscription has been renewed for two years.” I didn’t recall having a subscription, and I was leery. Two years ago, my old computer was on its deathbed, and I was frustrated, and it is possible that I did seek some help. The cost exceeded five hundred dollars, so I decided I had better follow up.I dialed the number on the bill. I got through almost immediately and had a very clear line. Immediately, I was suspicious because the man who answered had a heavy accent. I continued the call and he led me through a number of button pushes that led to a screen titled Screen Connect Client, with two buttons : Accept, or Deny. The alarms went off in stereo. He insisted I open this screen and I asked him why he needed to get into my computer to cancel the subscription.” “I am not getting into your computer.”

“Why does it say “Screen Connect Client?”

He answered my question with a question. “Don’t you want me to help you cancel this order?”

I responded, “How can your company take orders from your end, but you must cancel them from mine?” At this point, I noticed some agitation in his voice. He continued arguing that he wanted to help me and that I should cooperate by clicking the button. I accused him of being a scammer. Now, his voice turned to anger. A legitimate customer service rep would not get angry by my questions and accusations.

“This phone call is over.” I clicked the button to end the call. I’ll deal with my credit card company, that is, if there is a charge.

Not ten minutes later, I answered a call that was identified as a scam. The caller was a male from another country. He read me a long dissertation about how I was selected to win 25 million dollars and a new Mercedes Benz. All I had to do was to follow him through his company’s procedure. I was congenial and replied that he would have to follow mine before I complied with his company’s protocol. It is simple, I said, “Go to your bank and have a certified check made for twenty-five million dollars, and deliver it to my front door in the new Mercedes.” He ignored my protocol and continued with questions. “All we need is your driver’s license.”

“I don’t have a license or own a car, so I am excited that you will give me a new Mercedes.”

“How about your Social Security Number?”

“I never applied for Social Security and don’t have a number.”

“How about a State ID number?”

“Nope, I don’t have that either. You don’t need any of that stuff. You found me at my desk over the phone, and that is all the ID you need to know it is me.”

“We have to be very careful because twenty-five million dollars is a lot of money.”

“Twenty-five million is a drop in the bucket. I am independently wealthy, and my wealth far exceeds twenty-five million.” He didn’t give up and changed his line of attack. “We can direct the money to a charity of your choice. All we need is to be sure you are who you say you are.”

“You know who I am. You were able to find me at my desk in my house.” I was getting bored with his attempts to get me to send him more info, so I ended the call.

Two minutes later he called again. “You are having fun with me right?”

“No, I am not,” and I hung up.

The Paris Girl

I just completed reading a book titled The Paris Girl. No, it is not about a fashion model or a perfume. This story is about a nineteen-year-old girl and her eighteen-year-old brother who formed a resistance group to outwit the Nazis during WWII. The story is genuine and written by the daughter of Andree Griotteray. The story takes place between 1939 and 1944 and depicts an idyllic life in France before and the horrors after the Nazi invasion until the Americans liberated France.

Aside from being a good narrative about her operations as a member of her brother Alaine’s resistance group, Orion, it describes living under the occupation of the Nazis. Life was not easy, but yet it was not terrible either. The Germans kept Paris untouched so they would have a playground to enjoy life as they plundered the rest of Europe. In the process of enjoying life, they used the French people as their slaves and treated them as such. The Nazis treated women differently, provided of course, that the women cooperated with them.

I found myself absorbed in this story because there is an element of intrigue when Andree transports messages from France to Spain. In one such vignette, Andree must transport gold coins from the Orion headquarters in South France back to Paris. The money would be used to pay for information. To avoid the Nazis from finding the coins if she is searched, she ingeniously sews the coins into a girdle and wears them to Paris. Andree continues her social life with boys throughout the war to avoid detection, but she avoids dating German soldiers.

The author relies heavily on Andree’s diaries, which she kept throughout her life. I give this story four stars.

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My favorite is the Amish Powerball. I just paid $8.00 for a dozen eggs.

Pay Off the Debt

Have you ever poked a stick into a hornet’s nest? That happened when Trump hired Elon Musk as his advisor to head the Department of Government Efficiency, known as DOGE. Democrats and liberals all have their tails on fire about Musk, an unelected official, looking into the financial goings-on of the government. He may soon be able to answer my question: how do elected officials who earn $175,000 per year leave office as millionaires?

How quickly the public, especially Democrats, has forgotten that President Obama hired as many as thirty-two non-elected Czars to assist him with transforming America. I blogged about it in a post titled “If You Want To Be A Radical, Hang With Radicals.”

Musk’s latest question: Is there any gold in Fort Knox? The place seems so secret that no one can access it to learn about gold. I was surprised to learn that Kentucky Senator Rand Paul has submitted, but denied formal requests to visit Fort Knox, located in his home state. I have also wondered about the state of our gold reserves. It is hard to imagine what tons of gold looks like. A favorite TV program that I watch is Gold Rush. The effort required to remove ounces of gold from the ground is overwhelming. Since a small part of my engineering career was spent designing equipment that was used in the mining process I found it extremely interesting to watch how enterprising men use the machines to extract gold. All I can say is that there must be a huge vein of the shiny metal in the mountains of Alaska that erodes and washes down into the lower plains.

Somewhere in my family, there is a gold coin about the size of a shirt button. It belonged to my parents, who were allowed to hold up to five troy ounces when President Roosevelt declared the hoarding of gold forbidden in 1933. People who turned in their gold were compensated with paper money equal to the value of the gold. To my knowledge, the small coin was the only gold my parents owned. The only gold I own is in the wedding ring I wear.

I approve of the actions being taken by President Trump to “Drain the Swamp” by exposing and eliminating all government waste and fraud. Often, in the past, I have written about my frustration with the Federal Bureaucracy and wondered how we could rid ourselves of this anchor around our necks. The bureaus create too many regulations that cost us a fortune, and there is nothing we can do about it except vote for politicians who promise to cut costs. My experience is that voting on promises is a lost cause. Political promises are like smoke, they are active and visible during the campaign, but then dissipate and disappear.

My support for this new action to finally cut our debt is strong. The only objection I have to date is Trump’s suggestion that the money saved should be returned to the people. No money should be returned until our national debt is paid in full. We will all be prosperous beyond our wildest dreams when that is done.

Big Government Inside a Bigger Government

There are times when I am very dissatisfied with my country. Today is one of those days. I had another lesson learning that big, big government is stupid and expensive. My wife Lovely has reached out to an employment agency to seek a job. Lovely is a caretaker who has practiced the art for over twenty years. She is also a degreed nurse, having trained in a USSR bloc country. All she wants is a chance to take care of someone and get paid for it. The deep blue State of Illinois has decreed that to take care of someone for pay that person must have their background checked. They are not interested in checsking her nursing credentials or her experience as a caretaker, only that she is not a felon. One step in the process is to be fingerprinted. The prints are then sent to the Illinois State Police for a clearance.

Fingerprinting today differs from when they pressed your fingers onto an ink pad and then pressed it into a square on a piece of paper. Today they press your fingers onto an electronic pad and hope the machine captures the swirls of your fingertips. It is a little like when I programmed my phone with fingerprint I.D. It took me several swipes before the program would recognize me reliably. Lovely went through this process and submitted her prints to the agency, who then forwarded them to the State Police. The State Police replied a week later that the prints were rejected. Nothing more. The job agency called her and told her that her fingerprints were rejected and would have to be retaken. Today we went back to the same approved service provider to retake them. We were bonged on the spot. “In order to retake your fingerprints I need a copy of the rejection letter and a new order.”

“Where do I get that?”

“You get it from the employment agency that originated it.”

A picture of a German Shepherd chasing its tail filled my mind. WTF? How are these fingerprints ensuring that the woman is capable of caring for someone? Evidently, the lawmakers of the Illinois Senate who wrote this law think fingerprints are important.