PSA-220819-Book Report

This morning I finished reading a book titled “The Lies I tell” by Julie Clark. I opened GrumpaJoesPlace on WordPress to log the book into my booklist page. Surprise, surprise, my list has been corrupted. Some electronic gremlin has removed all of my 2022 reads and two thirds of my 2021 reads. No one ever looks at this list, except me. I use it to refer books I have read to friends. The page serves as a history of my reading. I show the title, author, the type of reading it is, such as fiction, history, etc. and my rating. Usually, if I like a book I give it five stars. I’ve noticed that many non-fiction books only have two or three stars. It tells me that I’d rather read stories than factual accounts. After fiction my next favorite class is history or historical fiction.

I’ve contacted the happiness engineers at Word Press to help me restore this file. I was able to locate a back up which has 28 entries for 2022. I read a book a week, and at this point I should be on number thirty, this back-up is not too far away. The good thing is I found the back up, the bad thing is I am too stupid to know how to actually restore it to the Blog site.

A few years ago, our library dumped the Dewey Decimal system of classifying books. I complained bitterly to the director, but my voice rolled off like water from a duck’s back. I had to join the modern age of computers they said. Since then I notice that the books come with a label that classifies the type of reading it is. Hmmm, it finally sunk in that putting books on shelves at random would only cause chaos. The moderns have finally realized that even computers need some classification scheme to help them locate material. Dumping Dewey has made it easier for library staff to shelve books. Shelving by a simple class and the author alphabetically removes the strain caused by trying to determine decimally which slot a particular volume fits into. Anyway, I have joined the moderns and have accepted their new system, I had no other choice.

I’ll end with a short synopsis of The Lies I Tell. Although it is fiction, it has to be based on history because the author has told a story about a lady conman with such detail that it had to be taken from an actual source. The principle character in this tale is a young lady who becomes homeless because her dying mother was desperate for funds, and fell prey to a man who stole her savings and her home, then evicted her and her grammar school kid. Mother and daughter wound up living out of their car. The mother dies and the daughter is left to her own choices, she chose to become a grifter. The story held my interest throughout simply because of the uniqueness of this grifter’s style. Her motives for selecting marks made me think of Robin Hood who stole from the rich so he could give to the poor. She picked on men who take advantage of women. She did it in a way that kept them from getting police involved. This is a five star read.

A Trip To Rome

A woman was at her hairdresser’s getting her hair styled for a trip to Rome with her husband.
She mentioned the trip to the hairdresser, who responded: “Rome? Why would anyone want to go there? It’s crowded and dirty. You’re crazy to go to Rome. So, how are you getting there?”
“We’re taking Continental,” was the reply. “We got a great rate!”
“Continental?” exclaimed the hairdresser. “That’s a terrible airline. Their planes are old, their flight attendants are ugly, and they’re always late. So, where are you staying in Rome?”
“We’ll be at this exclusive little place over on Rome’s Tiber River called Teste.” “Don’t go any further. I know that place. Everybody thinks it’s going to be something special, but it’s really a dump.”
“We’re going to go to see the Vatican and maybe get to see the Pope.”
“That’s rich,” laughed the hairdresser. “You and a million other people trying to see him. He’ll look the size of an ant. Boy, good luck on this lousy trip of yours. You’re going to need it.”
A month later, the woman again came in for a hairdo. The hairdresser asked her about her trip to Rome.
“It was wonderful,” explained the woman, “not only were we on time in one of Continental’s brand new planes, but it was overbooked, and they bumped us up to first class. The food and wine were wonderful, and I had a handsome 28-year-old steward who waited on me hand and foot. And the hotel was great! They’d just finished a $5 million remodeling job, and now it’s a jewel, the finest hotel in the city. They, too, were overbooked, so they apologized and gave us their owner’s suite at no extra charge!”
“Well,” muttered the hairdresser, “that’s all well and good, but I know you didn’t get to see the Pope.”
“Actually, we were quite lucky, because as we toured the Vatican, a Swiss Guard tapped me on the shoulder, and explained that the Pope likes to meet some of the visitors, and if I’d be so kind as to step into his private room and wait, the Pope would personally greet me. Sure enough, five minutes later, the Pope walked through the door and shook my hand! I knelt down and he spoke a few words to me.”
“Oh, really! What’d he say?”
He said: “Who fucked up your hair?”

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The Action of Inflicting Hurt

Where in the world did Obama get the idea that he needs us to vote for revenge? He is obviously upset that we the people have wronged him in some way. Perhaps he is upset because we have tried to vet him in spite of his efforts to hide his true identity. Perhaps it is  because the 2010 election removed his total advantage to turn the country upside down. Elections have consequences is what he told us of shortly after taking office. I’m sure he will remind us again if he is so lucky as to be elected again. I shudder at the thought.

After reviewing the dictionary definition of “revenge”  The idea that he would want to hurt the country is appalling. There are those of us who do not believe his direction is in our  best interest. After all, not everyone believes in a socialist society of huge government controlling every aspect of our lives. Not everyone believes in protecting the environment to the point of returning the planet to a Neanderthal state. After viewing the news photos of the chaos created by hurricane Sandy on New York and in particular the chaos created by a minor gasoline shortage I’m sure we are glad that it isn’t happening to us. Yet, our energy policy will make those gas lines seen in New York a universal scene. Think about what would happen in your life if there is no gas. How long would it be before you become desperate? Is that why Obama wants revenge, because we don’t want his energy policy?

Here is one more analogy from New York. People are scrambling for food, clothing, and shelter. The hardship these folks see is obvious because we see them on TV. Again we are glad it is not us. What we don’t see is the hardship experienced by the twenty-three million people who are out of work. Oh, but they are on unemployment and food stamps we argue. Imagine yourself  in that situation before you rationalize how benevolent the government is. Perhaps Obama wants to revenge those of us who still have work and don’t need his huge government help.

What ever the reason he wants revenge it will not matter provided we do the right thing tomorrow. We need to make this election have some serious consequences for him.

revenge |riˈvenj|

noun

the action of inflicting hurt or harm on someone for an injury or wrong suffered at their hands: other spurned wives have taken public revenge on their husbands.

• the desire to inflict such retribution: it was difficult not to be overwhelmed with feelings of hate and revenge.

• (in sports) the defeat of a person or team by whom one was beaten in a previous encounter: the Yankees wanted to get their revenge for losing to the Dodgers in the 1955 Series.

verb [ with obj. ] chiefly literary

inflict hurt or harm on someone for an injury or wrong done to (someone else): it’s a pity he chose that way to revenge his sister.

• inflict hurt or harm on someone for (an injury or wrong done to oneself or another): her brother was slain, and she revenged his death.

• (revenge oneself or be revenged) inflict hurt or harm on someone for an injury or wrong done to oneself: I’ll be revenged on the whole pack of you.

What Do I Know?

The cartoon is my opinion, but what do I know?

Let me know were my logic fails.

Fire Fly Air Force-Chapter 16

Chapter 16

The Phyro King Gandor received flashes from his spy, Prince Lex. Lex told him the story of Torch’s rescue. The king became furious. He was upset that an outsider interfered with his business. A complete stranger stole a meal right out of his hands. He wanted revenge. The angry king planned an attack on Luke’s Lucern clan. Gandor sent flashes to his subjects. “Go immediately to where the air force is performing for Morty.”

Phyros sneak into the crowd at the fire fly competitions often. They loved to capture insects to eat. This time though, Gandor’s plan was to capture the air force. Gandor called for his Phyro fliers to hide in the grass to watch the show for Morty. On King Gandor’s signal, the Phyros were to fly up to capture a Lucern. He pictured thousands of Phyro’s, flashing in midair, and catching Lucerns. His tribe would meet afterward for a great feast. One by one, the Phyros took off to the meeting place with their taillights off.