This is my second blog.

My first blog chronicled my experiences over three years caring for my dad as he lived through and finally died from Alzheimer's. That is the book that is for sale.

This second blog kind of chronicles of life, what it is like to start your life over in your late 50's. After caretaking, you are damaged, file bankruptcy, and the world doesn't care what you did. After 8 months of unemployment, you wake each day knowing the world doesn't want you. Finally you do find a job, 5 weeks before homelessness, but doing what you did 30 years ago and getting paid what you did 30 years ago. So this is starting over.

The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape finding oneself in the ranks of the insane.

Monday, November 4, 2013


I've loved playing and watching sports most of my life.  Still love working out, would still play, but now that I no longer have a TV, I don't watch it anymore.  But I do checkout the sports scores and stuff but even that may be coming to an end.

When I was younger, I probably leaned liberal, mostly because that is what young people do.  We dream of a world that cannot exist.  As we go through life, the reality of life makes some of us change; when we work real hard and see less money due to taxes, for example, we start thinking a little more conservatively.  When we see our tax dollars taken being used for really stupid stuff like giving The Muslim Brotherhood billions of dollars while nearly 100 million Americans are not working, well that is a problem.

But the problem is, no system you read or learn will ever work, as is, in reality.  Communism and socialism sounds wonderful, watch Star Trek and see a society where no one worries about money but works for the joy of living.  Reality, though, squashes the theory.  Same with capitalism.  Where Socialism neglects the reality of ambition and a lack thereof; capitalism neglects the ugly side of humanity.

And this week, when we look at sports, we see the ugly side of humanity.

Boston won the World Series.  Cool.  I still can recite the starting lineups to the Boston St. Louis World Series in 1967.  I remember getting caught in school listening to one of the games on my transistor radio.  And it was great celebration I heard; until I read they popped open a 100,000 dollar bottle of champaign.  Or Peavy bought the Duck for kicks.

Did we even get any cake to eat?

Or, oh my, the story out of Miami.  Some stud offensive lineman leaves the team because he can no longer take the bullying.  It may sound funny, some guy about 6 ft 6 and over 300 pounds being bullied but here is a little secret; there are a lot of really big guys that can't fight worth a lick because they never had to fight, no one ever dared take them on.  But others liked to fight and you can take one look at Incognito and know he has been a bully his whole life.  Apparently, there is a culture on that team that vets make the rookies pick up dinner tabs, which may sound all in fun, but they had a 30K dinner tab one time.

Can you put that on American Express?  30K for a dinner?  I hope the wait staff put on a mandatory tip because I suspect these guys aren't the biggest tippers in the world.  But I might be wrong, when someone else is paying, here's 30%.

But what you have is a case of guys who went through high school, college, and now in the pros who were greased all the way through because they could play ball.  The rules don't apply.  I knew jocks at WMU, not exactly known for athletes, who magically produced papers on due dates.  And they think rules don't apply, every game day thousands of fans cheer their existence, women throw themselves into their beds, and one day you have what happened in Miami, really stupid people with too much money and no respect for others.

And you sit every Sunday and watch.  You pay hundreds of dollars to attend games so these guys can drink 100k champaign.

This is where the undercurrent of distress is groaning in the country.  The 'elite' are making money hand over fist while fewer and fewer Americans are making anything.  And the incestuous relationship between business and government today is really getting out of control: employees are being fired left and right by companies that are lobbying congress to allow amnesty and more immigration so they can get enough employees at minimum wage.

Christians love to quote Paul about homosexuality, but they often forget Paul provides a whole list of sins of the flesh:

Now the works of the flesh are manifest, which are these; Adultery, fornication, uncleanness, lasciviousness,  20 Idolatry, witchcraft, hatred, variance, emulations, wrath, strife, seditions, heresies,  21 Envyings, murders, drunkenness, revellings, and such like: of the which I tell you before, as I have also told you in time past, that they which do such things shall not inherit the kingdom of God.

This is Galatians 5:19-22

So what is the point?  Why do we, as a people, idolize professional athletes?  Why do we, on Saturday's and Sunday's, spend hours and hours sitting in front of the alter of modern America, the TV, and watch a bunch of overpaid guys who can't pump gas into their 100k car without a cheat sheet?  Most, not all, but so many that live a lifestyle of Adultery and fornication and we idolize them.  We are idol worshipers.

What is shocking about the situation in Miami?  The fact that some of these players are racist bullies?  The fact that they take joy in humiliating young players who later become the vets that humiliate the young players because they went through the process?

Or is it shocking that one player finally had the balls to say 'No' to the treatment, 'no' to the culture of sports, and blew the whistle on the whole thing?

Before it is over, the stories will get much worse.  Disgustingly worse.  The coaches in Miami should be fired immediately for fostering the environment.  The players who instigated the tortures should be cut for violating their contracts.

And the rest of America should find something else to do each weekend.  They only get paid millions because Americans are dumb enough to spend thousands to watch.

Saw the railway master
And I looked him in the eye
Said "Would you go much faster
If you thought that you would die?

He said "Not me sir I could not care
In fact I would not try
Protest would not take me far
It's different me not being a star"
I lock my feelings in a jar until another day

Comfort me dear brother
Won't you tell me what you know?
Somewhere in this painful world
Is a place where I can go

Oh long awaiting mother
Is it time to make yout the show?
And take your babies to your breast
No we never passed the test
And all our sins should be confessed before we carry on

Oh don't refuse me
If you choose me you'll follow my shame
No don't confuse me
For I know it's the name of the game