Simple Acts Of Kindness

This barber, who offers haircuts for the price of a single hug.

The man who gave the shoes off his feet to this homeless girl.eac5115a-2e3f-43a1-b496-102b2a0e39fe.jpg

This Motorcyclist who stopped to help an old woman pass safely

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The police officer who handcuffed himself to a woman to make sure she knew she’d have to take him with her

The many people who helped make this boy’s dream come true.

This dog owner who mourned by giving.

This store employee who gives extra service.

The person who decided to put new tires on a stranger’s car just because he needed it.

The crowd who decided a fan should be able to watch the show, no matter what.

This dry cleaning place that helps the unemployed for free.

These kids helping an injured member of their rival team to score.

The man who played for fun and gave his winnings away.

This man who missed this train helping this older lady with her bags.

This man who gave something to a homeless man no one gives something to occupy his mind.

And Dan, a man who twice a week buys coffee for every patient, nurse, and doctor at local cancer centers.

The people at the animal hospital, knowing how hard it is to say goodbye.

This man who gave his umbrella away so this cat could have a dry night.

“Kindness lasts forever!”

Holland Where Healthcare Is Free For Everyone

English: Oktoberfest, Munich, GFDL, from Ukrai...

English: Oktoberfest, Munich, GFDL, from Ukrainian Wikipedia (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Something happened today that has been playing on my mind since ten this morning. Peg and I were running errands and one of them was to drop off some documents with my financial advisor Joe. We stopped at the post office to buy stamps, and to post a document by Priority Mail. Joe’s office is just around the corner from the P.O. so I drove there to save a stamp and drop the asset inventory he asked for. I was looking for a parking space when a man stepped out from his car, it was Joe. I rolled down the window and handed him my package. What’s this he asked? It is the information you asked for. “How was your trip to Oktoberfest,” I asked?

“Eighteen days of hell,”  he answered.

“How so,” I asked?

“I had walking pneumonia the whole time, fever, and all.”

“What did you do about it?”

“I  stayed in Holland with a friend who took me to the local urgent care facility.”

“Free health care, how did it work?”

“They told me to put five tablespoons of sugar into some warm water and to drink it.”

“What? Are you kidding me?”

“Nope.”

“You came home with pneumonia and had it treated right?”

“Yes, and now I feel fine, but the trip was a total disaster.”

We wished each other a Happy Thanksgiving and he went to work; Peg and I continued our run of errands.

What has bothered me all day is the treatment he got in Europe, the fabulous continent, where health care is free for everyone.  Our Hope and Change President who is transforming us into Europe is on a path to treat us all with sugar-water, and to charge us a huge premium to do it.  I hope I can sleep tonight.

Irish Diet

Grumpa Joe is in need of some serious weight loss so he fell for this diet, hook-line-and sinker.

My Weight Loss Coach

My Weight Loss Coach (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

An Irishman was terribly overweight, so his doctor put him on a diet. 

“I want you to eat regularly for 2 days, then skip a day, then eat regularly again for 2 days then skip a day …
And repeat this procedure for 2 weeks. The next time I see you, you should have lost at least 5 pounds.”

When the Irishman returned, he shocked the doctor by having lost nearly 60 lbs.! 

“That’s amazing!” the doctor said, “Did you follow my instructions?”

The Irishman nodded…

“I’ll tell you though, be all the saints, I tot I were going to drop down dead on dat turd day.”
 

 
“You mean from the hunger?” asked the doctor. 

No, from the bloody skipping!” 

We Need a Do Over

Cray X-MP/24 (serial no. 115) used by NSA

Cray X-MP/24 (serial no. 115) used by NSA (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The National Security Agency

The National Security Agency (Photo credit: @mjb)

The Edison bulb lit up over my head again while Peg and I were having our pork chop. I think the Smoking Loon Merlot had something to do with it. The Obama Care sign up website has been bothering me ever since it became clear that the site is worse than any hurricane that has hit North America. One question keeps coming into mind, how can the world’s most powerful country be so stupid as to allow a software program bring them down? We are the world’s software experts. Our computer scientists are known worldwide for their ability, yet we introduce software that will control one sixth of the US economy that is a pile of cow dung. “A few glitches” O said. It is becoming apparent as the days roll by that the glitches are major screw ups in the architecture. He will never admit it but he owns this one. There is no way to blame it on Bush or the Republicans.

The engineer in me has been working overtime to figure out what I would have done differently. The problem with this type of analysis is that I have the benefit of the Monday morning quarter back. Nevertheless, I began analyzing what I would do. The first thing is I’d hire my brainiac son who is a computer scientist. He works on huge financial analysis software and is known for his ability to test the living crap out of his programs before they go on-line. The problem is that he won’t take the job because he is more conservative than I am, and he would rather see the big O flushed down the toilet.

Any software needed to do this job has to perform fast, and must handle terabytes of information. Hmmmn, where have I heard that before? Yes, the NSA does exactly that. They monitor billions of phone call, e-mails, and video cameras daily. They respond quickly at the command of the Big O. They have a complex of buildings in Utah to house their new computers designed to handle the load with capacity for the future. Those are the guys, I will call to consult on this problem.

How is it possible that the huge government of over educated liberals failed to see the NSA as a contractor for the health care program? They would most likely handle it like a kiddy game compared to the work they do spying on us.

All I can come up with is that the NSA is the NSA, and Health Care is Health Care and never shall the two bureaucrat organizations meet to coöperate with each other and make synergy happen. The number one problem we have is a government that is too large, second, we give the government too much money, and three, we propagate bureaucratic empires.

After World War II the Japanese government was broke; their economy starved for cash. We didn’t help them because we didn’t want them to rebuild their war machine. Yet, by the nineteen eighties the Japanese auto industry started a war against the US big three and they won commercially. How did they do it? They didn’t have cash to invest extravagantly like GM, Ford, and Chrysler, in fact they had but a shoe string budget to invest. Today, the Japs make the best cars in the world.

Necessity made the Japs think outside the box, they worked with their government in a positive way. Japanese engineers came up with ingenious ways to make things with limited stamping presses and tooling. The government handled a plan to protect their markets while attacking the US market. The engineers stole an idea from the progressive die makers and applied it to making auto body parts. Our guys in America thought it was a stupid idea and laughed them off. The result was a car body made in Japan with superior fit and minimal assembly. They were also smart enough to hire an US quality control consultant who taught them the basics of just in time manufacturing. The US auto industry controlled by the UAW unions were too stupid to see the value of the process.

What does this have to do with Obama Care? The point I am making is that attacking the problem with a team and a very specific well-defined goal would have resulted in a superior roll out experience and Obama would have signed up 2.5 million people on day one.  The health care software didn’t need tons of money to reach the goal, but it will to fix it. We need a do over.

Cars, Cars, Cars, and More Cars

This has been an awful summer for me. The 2013 Monet Vision escaped being photographed, Peggy and I did not leave home for anything,, and I failed to visit a single Cruise Night in Frankfort. Maybe it was latent grief creeping out on the tenth anniversary of Barb’s death, or maybe it was a lower back pain that wouldn’t quit, or maybe learning that I suffer from Low T, or maybe it is simply because I reached middle age, whatever, the summer blues took over my mind and body.

Today, a good friend sent me a video link, that cheered me and picked me up beyond my expectations. I only wish he could have done it earlier, like in June. The video features a very large car show in Minnesota, touted as the largest in the world. The cars are amazing and beautiful. If you grew up in the fifties like I did, this video was like traveling back in time. Take a peek and enjoy these mobile works of art.

Frankfort Terror Threat Shot in the Back

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An Very Recent (September 18, 2013) Example Of Obama Care In Action.

It seems funny that two days after attending a Tea Party meeting that blogger Grumpa Joe is shot in the back. The Department of Homeland Security branded veterans, and right-wing bloggers as home-grown terrorists, so it is not surprising to me that Grumpa Joe is a target.

This morning at 10:45 two escorts led me into the office of PCC (Pain Centers of Chicago) in Joliet. A Tea Party Patriot in pain is a terrorist, and all are warned to steer clear of a patriot in pain. Joe waited in solitary confinement for forty-five minutes before the door burst open by a tall slightly balding man of fifty-years dressed in a collarless green pull over shirt with green draw string pants to match. He relentlessly questioned Joe until he extracted a confession.  “I recommend you get shot,” he said, and left the room.

A dark-haired woman about five-foot-two entered and handed Joe a pen and a paper on a clip board. “Read this and sign.” Joe read the document and signed in his most readable penmanship. He did not want the PCC to misunderstand his dedication to this mission.

She left the room and left him in solitude once again. Five minutes later the door opened, and a faceless voice called out “Please follow me.” He jumped out of the chair and poked his head out the door, yes there was the dark-haired woman calling him to the next chamber. He followed her rather submissively into the chamber.

The chamber lights were bright and hurt his eyes, but he could make out a padded table with a ring like pillow at one end. A large machine displayed an x-ray like image of a spine from the neck to the tip of the coccyx. What kind of torture is this going to involve he wondered?

“Put your glasses and other pocket items on the table and unfasten your belt, then lay on the table face down.” “Yes ma’am,” and  Joe did as she commanded. He would have been the model Jew during the holocaust. He followed orders willingly thinking that the PCC had only his interest in mind, but what if they didn’t? What if they were an arm of the IRS out to kill Tea Party Patriots? Think positive he told himself.

The man wearing the green suit reappeared but Joe could only hear him. He yanked Joe’s trousers down to the middle of his buttocks and raised his shirt to the neck. “This will be fast and cold,” Joe flinched as the big guy smeared his back with alcohol. “Now you will feel three small pricks to numb the area.” Pow, pow, pow, Joe flinched three times as small-caliber shots pierced his back.  “Here comes the big one.” Joe wrapped his arms around the table and found a hose to hold on. He buried his face into the hole in the pillow and began taking deep breaths. Pow! He felt what seemed like at large AK caliber hit him in the back just under L3. He tightened his gluteus maximus and raised off the table as the missile burrowed its way toward the spine, then another POW! this time the missile directed to L4, a third Pow, the last slug of chemical directed at the center of the spinal cord. Each time his ass tightened and raised off the table as the sensation of the charge plowed through flesh, bone and cartilage to the target. True, he didn’t feel pain, but he felt the charges passing through him.

“It’s over Joe. If you feel this was too much, then next time, you may want to consider sedation, I’ll see you again in a month.” NEXT TIME, there isn’t going to be a NEXT TIME big guy, he thought to himself. Joe may just want to live a life of pain and not undergo the PCC treatment again. Only time will tell.

Joe put himself back together and looked at the computer screen. He asked the dark-haired woman, “Is this a picture of my back.” “Yes,” she replied sweetly. “What are these three dark lines here?” Those are images of the large-caliber missile-track the big guy poked into your back. “They are almost two inches long for Pete’s sake.” “But he had to get to the target,” she said.

“See these dark lines along the bottom of each disk,” she asked while pointing at a line? “That is arthritis.”

“Crap,” Joe replied. All of Joe’s vertebrae showed arthritis. “That means the next time I’ll be shot in seven cervical, twelve thoracic, and five lumbar vertebrae for a total of twenty-four times.”

“I highly doubt that,” she said.

“Are they working on spinal transplants yet?” he asked while walking out to set up his next visit to solitary.

“No, but Medtronic makes a pain killing drug pump that will take care of unbearable chronic pain.”

“I’m sure Obama, the PP-ACA death panel, and the IRS will see to it that a pain killing pump will be denied to a Tea Party Patriot.”

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