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.

Tuesday, March 31, 2015


Strange times we live in.

Just finished reading two books by Mark Goodwin entitled In The Days of Noah I & II.  They are pretty good, fast reads - like a Patterson novel - and sort of a quasi Left Behind series for preppers and end timers.  I almost didn't get very far in the first one because towards the beginning they were talking about 9/11 being an inside job and regurgitating all that Building 7 crap that is just flat out wrong, but I stayed with it and glad I did.

In the book, there is a part, without ruining the story because you can see it coming, where soldiers are temporarily staged at the football stadium in Knoxville for 'training', as well as other locations all over the US and lo and behold, there is an explosion at the Knoxville police station killing all the cops so how lucky all those soldiers were in place to take over the city.  And amazingly enough, all those other locations had terrorists attack too so the soldiers were in place.

So, what exactly is going on this summer with Jade Helm 15?

Never heard of it?  Betcha it's not being covered by TV news very much.  Basically, if I understand it, there is military exercise taking place in the US this summer - I thought that was against the law, but never mind - where in now 15 states, some labeled 'bad' like Texas and Utah hmmm, and a big special forces thing going on and I can't help but wonder is this a setup, a dry run, a test for public reaction or what?

How many cities have put up with allowing blackhawk choppers to be flying thru their cities?  Has any mayor said no?  Does you local police force or county sheriffs department have a bunch of cool new toys from the feds?  If so, don't count on them to stand up to the feds.

I cringe reading the news about Iran and nukes, Numb Nuts and Israel, and wonder when the ball is going to drop.

Which brings me to another topic of protesting.  How many people have been outraged at anything of late?  Seriously, okay, you got blacks rioting in MO for a black kid being shot by a cop; not much though for the thousands of black kids killed each year by other black kids, but let a cop shoot one and it's riot city.

But think about the news stories that have come out the last few years; from Snowden's revelations to others and the doubling of spending by the feds, 3 trillion in tax dollars collected and people don't remember that 15 years ago the total federal budget was less than 2 trillion.  Yet with 3 trillion we are still running deficits.  The dollar is about to become useless paper and we what?  Blog?

Back in the 60's, Babyboomers took to the streets and college campuses and rioted big time.  Why - okay, to avoid the war in Vietnam, but otherwise why?  Because they could.  Let's face it, mom and dad were paying college, you could always go live at home, and in spite of the war, life was pretty good.  But today, we've been squeezed.  We are sitting in the chair in musical chairs unwilling to stand up and start running around to the music because we know when the music stops are chair will be gone - sent to Asia or Mexico - or find an illegal alien sitting in the chair.

We have too much to lose.  And the younger generation today are too brainwashed and brain dead to look up from their devices to notice anything is going on.  The older generations are too much in debt and too afraid to lose their jobs.  We all know it's coming, we just hope and pray it's still a few years away, a few years to buy a little more food, a little more silver, and in the end whether it's tomorrow or 5 years or 10 years from now we won't be prepared for what is going to happen.

I worry about intermittent reports of Chinese troops hiding and positioning themselves and their equipment in Mexico, about 100 miles from the border in the mountains.  We should hold missile testing there.  I cringe when I read the Google executives meet regularly at the WH, like weekly, and then help write the legislation - Google is not your friend people - I know, I use their blog - but I don't use their search engine.

See, just as the evening news controls what you will be told and how it will be told, Google controls what it wants you to find on your searches.  Most people who search will click off whatever they want from the first page and never go further; so Google controls what you find, what you will think, etc.

Fort Collins Utilities came by today to put a wireless thermostat on my water heater and I said no.  For two reasons.  One because the guy totally ignored the sign you absolutely cannot miss that says don't know on this door during these hours.  When he knocked, fortunately I was on offline time and not on a call, I stepped outside and looked at the sign and back to him and said 'you didn't see that?" and he said no.  Then I said I didn't want the wireless stat in the apartment, I called the city twice yesterday and they wanted you to install it and turn off the wireless.  He said he didn't know how to do that so I said then you can't install it.

Probably going to hear about this from someone.  Government doesn't like not being able to control your electrical use.  Of course, if they were not shutting down all the coal burning power plants in the US, putting tens of thousands of people out of work, driving up electrical costs by 50%, we wouldn't be facing power shortages.  But never Fear  Fort Collins is building a 200 acre solar farm north of town that will power 7,000 homes.  Of course, for the same money, they could build a coal power plant that would power 70,000 homes or not shut down several in the state and really save some money but this town is seriously going as liberal as Boulder and so tied and sucking on the UN teet with Agenda 21 it is ridiculous.

Last year, some woman started protesting against all this and they came and took her kid away and she is still fighting to get her kid back.  That is the nice thing about having nothing.  They can't take anything away from me except my dog and after a few days they will return him I'm sure.

There's evil brewing, getting out of control
And I'm helpless I can't put it right
Something's unrighteous is possessing my soul
And it's cold in the heat of the night

Something's wrong in this house today
While the sorcerer slept the apprentice decided to play
While the master was hiding the servants decided to play
Might be too much sun or too much of something in the air
Whatever's happening nobody else is aware

There's evil brewing, getting out of control
And I'm helpless I can't put it right
Something's unrighteous is possessing my soul
And it's cold in the heat of the night

Something's wrong in this house today
Something's been going on there may be a price to pay

Thursday, March 26, 2015


Have mixed emotions on this, can't forget their are some parents seriously grieving the loss of their son.

This story is getting a little familiar in Colorado.  People use to come here for the skiing and the hiking, now they come here to get high.  So some lad after graduating college, apparently got a two week ski vacation.

Funny, when I graduated I had to find a job, bartending be that it may.

So young lad in Vail, not the cheapest place to spend a couple of weeks, takes a little day trip to a local town and buys some pot to smoke and some pot candy.  Pot candy is very popular, for some reason, suck on a Rocky Mountain High Tart and in about an hour you are flying in your living room - so I'm told.

Herein lies the problem, it takes an hour for the buzz to hit.  So visiting scholars like this kid gets impatient, doesn't read the label, and starts popping these things like we eat chips or Skittles or something.

And a few hours later, the young lad is rather incoherent, or as a friend suggested 'possessed' and what do the friends and family do?  They leave him at home by himself while they go out.

And the 23 year old ends up getting his handgun and shooting himself.

So now the grieving parents are blaming Colorado for their son's death, blaming the pot candy, wanting it banned.

Why is a 23 year old carrying a handgun for safety when he travels?  I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm not against carrying a handgun for protection but I would have never of had one at 23 when I was stoned and drinking and otherwise an immature stupid 23 year old - which pretty much encapsulates all 23 year olds.

We do stupid stupid things when we are young and it's only by the grace of God we survive all the stupid things we did, but then that sentence always bothers me because it implies God wanted us to live and this young lad to die.

It's not Colorado's fault, it's not the candies fault, it's the fault of a young lad who ate 5 pieces of the candy when apparently the labels warn you not to take 5 pieces of the candy.  It's the fault of the family for leaving him alone, especially of the friend who knew he took so much of the candy and apparently didn't warn the family, the fault of not getting him to a hospital and for letting an immature young lad overdosing on pot to have a handgun with him.

I haven't tried the legal stuff in Colorado because I am a handgun owner.  Owning a gun means we have a responsibility not to get wasted where our judgement is impaired, and while I'm sure I could catch a buzz without shooting myself or others, why risk it?

Young and stupid.  They go together like peaches and cream, Heckle and Jeckle, Frick and Frack - can't be one without the other.

I have to say my friends
This road goes a long, long way
And if we're going to find the end
We're gonna need a helping hand

I have to say my friends
We're looking for a light ahead
In the distance a candle burns
Salvation keeps the hungry children fed

It's gotta take a lot of salvation
What we need are willing hands
You must feel the sweat in your eyes
You must understand salvation

A chance to put the devil down
Without the fear of hell
Salvation spreads the gospel round
And free you from yourself

Elton John

Friday, March 20, 2015


Well, vacation almost over.  Have to work tomorrow, then two more days off.  Didn't get the full 5 days I asked for, so have to come back for a day, which is slightly irritating but in the whole scheme of life nothing to get upset over.

Then again, I could just set the alarm for 7am, call in sick for the day, and go back to bed.  Too bad I'm not wired that way.

Went to buy some candles this week.  Place was closed on Monday, so went back on Tuesday, walked into the little shop, looked around, gathered a couple of candles, I really like the Vanilla Hazelnut candles but they only had one of them in a small jar so was also going to get a larger Vanilla one and realized there was no one else in the store, so I looked around for the owner, finally went outside where some guy is there and said she was out of town.

So now I'm checking the guy out because I'm wondering if he did something to the owner, so I make mental notes of everything and get the plate number off the truck in the lot.  Then debated whether to call the cops or not.

Called on Thursday and the owner answered so I went in to get the candles.  We were talking about it, she was not happy the guy had left the doors unlocked - turns out he works for her husband - but she said she knew it was me from his description.  I'm like, "am I that describable?" and she said, well, yes, your the only single male that buys candles.

I'm not sure, but I think that just cost me some serious man points.  But then, I don't really care, I like the smell of the candles.  Even if the owner now thinks I'm all Dorothy or something.

Sometimes headlines just crack me up.  Drudge had one where that whacky fun group called ISIS has released a video showing the warm side to the group.  Things like these send my mind racing with ideas.

"You know, after a tough day of beheading Xians and throwing homosexuals off the roofs of buildings, many ISIS members like to return home to play with their kids in the backyard, tend to their gardens, and enjoy a cup of tea before beating their wives for over cooking the lamb."

Funny how Christians and homosexuals, mortal enemies in this country, are comrades in death in Arab countries.  Yet, the gay community runs all over blasting Christians for being against, well, their lifestyle, being against gay marriage, being against gay adoptions, not baking them wedding cakes, and just about everything else - yet I don't hear so much as a peep from the gay community against Islam.

So apparently fellow, oh, how so much I'd love to sound like Gene Hunt here*, fellow homosexuals being thrown off roofs isn't important, but not getting a damn wedding cake and the gay lobby will shut down those evil Christian bakers and put them out of business.

Maybe Christian bakers should start baking large cakes for the ISIS people and put them on the street for their next game of gay tossing so the gays can land in the cake.  Bonus points for face plants in the cake and all.  Which group would the gays be most upset with?

*   Gene Hunt: You think you know everything, don't you?
Sam Tyler: I know the stench of rotten apples.
Gene Hunt: Yeah? And I know your slag is lying through her teeth and do you wanna know why?
Sam Tyler: Yeah, why?
Gene Hunt: Steven Warren is a bum bandit. Do you understand? A poof! A fairy! A queer! A queen! Fudge packer! Uphill Gardener! Fruit picking sodomite!
Sam Tyler: He's gay?
Gene Hunt: As a bloody Christmas Tree! Mind you, he is a little touchy on the subject, being a twisted Catholic with an elderly mother and all, so I wouldn't go mentioning it to him... You challenged his authority so he stitched you up like a kipper. Pretty girl appealed to your vanity as the only decent sheriff in Dodge City. Slipped you a Mickey, tied you up and bounced on your ding-a-ling.

Can gays be Christians?  Boy, there is a question that will stir much debate.  In 1st Corinthians, Paul lists 9 sins of the flesh, one of which is homosexuality.  Sometimes I wonder how Christians can figure that if you commit that one of the nine you can't really be a Christian and are going to hell, but the other eight are just little ones God kind of overlooks, nudge nudge, wink wink.  I seriously doubt it.

I'm good for at least 5 of the 9, maybe six, so how can I say that someone with one of the nine I have not done is worse than I?

Go forth and sin no more - ah, there is the catch.  For while all sins are forgiven at the cross, it's go forth and don't do them anymore.

So a man who has been involved in homosexual affairs and stops is no different than the straight man who has been having sex out of marriage and stops, or the man who has been cheating on his wife and stops.

So the gay man who stops, but still lusts after men, is no different than the straight man who stops having sex outside of marriage but still lusts after women.  But that is not what we hear in church.

Christians should really go read those nine sins, they are going to be seen again on judgement day.  And if you are scoring 7 or 8 out of 9, I seriously don't think you suggest to God, 'well, at least I wasn't some Nancy Boy".

Oh well, maybe it will all be decided for us soon.  Maybe in the years to come, the homosexual and the Christian will share a cell before their beheading and come to some sort of agreement.

But by then, recognizing Islam is the real enemy of both will be too late.

The phone don't ring
And the sun refused to shine
Never thought I'd have to pay so dearly
For what was already mine
For such a long, long time
We made mad love
Shadow love
Random love
And abandoned love
Accidentally like a martyr
The hurt gets worse and the heart gets harder
The days slide by
Should have done, should have done, we all sigh
Never thought I'd ever be so lonely
After such a long, long time
Time out of mind
We made mad love
Shadow love
Random love
And abandoned love
Accidentally like a martyr
The hurt gets worse and the heart gets harder

Warren Zevon

Wednesday, March 18, 2015


Been reading a lot of papers and stuff lately on the whole 'transhumanism' thing, which is the new buzzword but I like the homotechnologia term because it's latin which makes me sound sophisticated and it uses the word homo in it which freaks out people thinking I'm committing a hate crime because I use the latin word for 'man'.

Where do you draw the line?

Lots of the papers and things are talking about changing the DNA of humans, of genetic modifications, of combining humans and robotics; creating super soldiers or people who live to be 500 and so on.

But I am confused, as usual.  Is a wooden peg leg okay, but a robotic leg that will allow soldiers who got their legs blown off in Iraq to walk normally bad?  Or composite ceramics okay as long as it doesn't do any movements on it's own?  Or movements are not controlled by the brain?

Was Steve Austin, the six million dollar man, really evil and a demonic entity?

Or take insulin, that modification drug that keeps millions of diabetics alive every day - is that messing with God?  Or the drug hemophiliacs take to allow their blood to clot so when they get a paper cut they don't bleed to death.  Is that an improvement we approve of or is that 'playing God' and we should just let them die.

Therein lies the rub, we play God to keep diabetics and hemophiliacs alive by using drugs to change what is 'missing or wrong' with their DNA and give them a longer life than they otherwise would have and I don't think too many pastors in the pulpit would argue this was wrong - okay, maybe a few.

So when we look forward and see gene manipulation coming to prevent or kill cancers, to prevent or cure alzheimer's, to provide robotic arms and legs to people who lost their limbs - this is bad?

Where do we draw the line?

I've mentioned one of my favorite books is This Perfect Day and towards the end of the book, spoiler alert, the protagonist discovers that Lei, one of the worlds 'founding fathers' per se, is still alive, that his head is routinely transplanted on the body of a younger person so he can continue to live and exist.  Now in the story, the body is volunteered, but let's not kid ourselves that such volunteerism will not be required if this technology is found to work outside of works of fiction.

I wonder how many young Apple employees would have donated their body to Steve Jobs?  Heck, these Google leaders are totally obsessed with immortality.

The problem in all this is the scientists who are moving this gene technology forward have no ethics or morality, just the drive to patent, publish, and become wealthy.

But where do we draw the line?

Do we allow the regrowing of all the organs and the transplants so your liver, kidneys, heart, etc - when they get older and start failing are just replaced like spark plugs?  Is that what we want?  Ask yourself again when your liver, kidneys, heart or other organ are failing.

And what will the world look like?  Do you really think these technologies will be available to everyone?  That the landscaper working on Bill Gate's pond will be able to get this same technology as Bill Gates receives?  So basically, we will further develop some sort of quasi Borg elite class that lives forever while the rest of society lives normal lives as slaves to the elite.  And God forbid you, as a slave to these elite, have a blood type, DNA, organ or something some elite person needs to survive.

You don't own you body, don't you know.  Yea, I know, it's a woman's body and her choice but the reality is that is a fallacy legally in our society.  When you go to the hospital, they will take samples of your blood, DNA, samples of organs, skin, etc and you do not own them.  If you walk in to a hospital, let's say bit by a rattlesnake and they discover you have this strain of genes that can negate the poison from a rattlesnake, they will draw your blood many times over, 'for testing' and isolate that gene and market and develop it and make billions of dollars from your gene and you will see absolutely nothing. And if you sue, you will lose in court.  Over and over courts have ruled against the individual in these cases.

My fear is that there is no line to draw.  How do I know the difference between good health and crossing that line where Revelation says 'men will try to die and not be able to'.  Science will bring us longer lives, but may bring us Hell and I don't know where to draw the line.

Creator made the serpent wise
Evil in his tempting eyes
Man is wonderful, very wonderful, look at him
Beware the future

Here is my world and it's waiting for me
Paradise before my eyes
I am alive in a new born world
This heaven will always be mine
I'm waking up, the day of man has come
I'm waking up, the day of man has come

Dark nights, the planets are set
Creator prepares for the dawn of man
You're waking up, the day of incarnation
Said your waking up to life

Here I stand a child in a lonely world
See the serpent tempting me to evil
The guiding hand will help me on


Sunday, March 15, 2015


I'm not sure when it all clicked in my head.  That all of this, life, history, is just nothing more than what LA Marzulli refers to as the Cosmic Chessmatch.

I've been thinking about it this week, with the world, the election in Israel, our Numb Nuts - hey, I capitalized it - history, and they battle that has been going on since the dawn of time.

Satan versus God.

The Bible is nothing more than a supernatural story of this battle between God and Satan.  It starts in the Garden, well, actually, probably long before that but we only get to pick up the story there,  when Eve is tooling through the Garden and Satan is standing by the tree and offers Eve a bite.  She says no, God said not to eat from that tree and Satan begins the dialectic: He said that?  Are you sure?  You know why He said that?  Because if you eat this apple you will be like God.

And human history is nothing more than mankind wanting to be like God.

I've just started outlining a wonderful commentary on Job, it's available as a podcast and it's really interesting so I'm going to be doing that over the next week, which I have off by the way.  Job is such an important book, it really outlines the whole story of the Bible, and most importantly it outlines this battle between God and Satan.  And if you read it, when Job's first friend begins talking, notice where this is all coming from, from a visit from a spirit who tells him what to say.  Now, who could that be?

Could it be Satan?  I know, I sound like the church lady now.

Then its the blood line and Genesis 6, nope not Seth, it's angels that left their domain to have sex with the human women and corrupt the blood of everyone on the planet.

Or who told the Pharaoh to kill all the jewish children under 2?  To wipe out Moses.  All through the Bible, it's about wiping out the Jews.  Eventually God figures better to spread them around and they leave their land, yes, their land, and spread around the planet.  But that comes a little later.

Then when Satan figures out that Jesus has been born, he finds another leader to wipe out the children again.

Then Jerusalem is overrun, Jews and now Christians are spread out.

But, the battle to wipe out Jews continues.  Satan starts his own religion in the mideast, a continuation of Baal, today know as Islam.  Satan has used 'anti-christs' throughout history and Islam is one of the biggest that have attempted several times.  Fortunately for all the jews that fled the middle east and ended up in Eurpoe the Islamic advancement of overthrowing countries in southern Europe was stopped at the French border by, oh, those evil crusades.

Unfortunately for the jews, europeans haven't been much better than muslims and wishing them dead, and Satan certainly found a tool in Hitler who did his best to wipe out the race.  I'm not sure the governments in Europe and the US weren't cooperating to some degree, such as the ship load of jews that were turned away at the US and Canada.

So afterwards, as with many other times in history, God counters Satan moves and uses that evil to produce the new state of Israel.  So the jews get their land and the Palestinians get their land and it all worked just fine until the Brits sailed over the horizon and the Palestinians and all the other muslim countries attacked Israel to wipe them out.

Fortunately, the Jews kicked their asses all over the place and took some of the Palestinian lands.  What, you say, they didn't take all of it?  Well, no, for you see most of the land that was going to be for the Palestinians actually resides in what is now known as Jordan.  Few remember in the 1960's how Jordan wiped out about 20k Palestinians and took that land from them.  Funny how no one ever asks Jordan to give back any land, isn't it, it's always the Israeli's that have to give it up.

And now we have our president using our tax dollars to attempt to influence an election in Israel to get rid of Bibby.  Get a nice liberal patsy in there and very soon the deal will be set and Israel will be divided up further, and eventually from the north, from Jordan, from Syria, from Egypt and what will the US do?

Nothing, because Numb Nuts is another anti christ.  And America is going to pay dearly for our part in taking land given by God to the Jews.  We try to take what God gives and God will take from us.  America will not be the same.

And Israel will win the war.

But now one understands any of this, no one sees the world in this supernatural battle, which is exactly what Satan wants.

The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams

When every man is torn apart
With nightmares and with dreams
Will no one lay the laurel wreath
When silence drowns the screams?

Confusion will be my epitaph
As I crawl a cracked and broken path
If we make it we can all sit back and laugh
But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying

Between the iron gates of fate
The seeds of time were sown
And watered by the deeds of those
Who know and who are known

Knowledge is a deadly friend
When no one sets the rules
The fate of all mankind I see
Is in the hands of fools

King Crimson

Sunday, March 8, 2015


I get an email yesterday from a friend with 'Things You Didn't Know', most of which I actually did, but there was one that said a compressed spring weighs more than the same spring uncompressed.  When I went to bed, I started thinking about that, and an hour later gave up trying to sleep and got up and spent two hours looking it up and discovering I'm still not sure.

Technically, it does, but the amount is so minute that I can't believe I spent two hours in the middle of the night studying it.  Something like .00001 milligrams - but takes 90 terrajoules of energy to get that weight.  The a-bomb in WWII was 67 terajoules.

You know, E=mc2 which becomes m=E/c2.  Isn't this fascinating?  Can you believe I only have about 10 readers left?

So technically, theoretically, it's true, but since no spring could handle that amount of energy, in reality it's no.  But at least I could go to sleep wiser in knowing something of total uselessness.

I've got this gut feeling and it's not a good one.

Are we seriously going to be looking at a Clinton versus Bush election?

I mean are the republicans that devoid of better candidates?  Walker of WI is a great choice.  Perry of Texas, man there must be a dozen republican governors or ex governors that could run - new blood, new ideas, and not a baby boomer.  Well, some are baby boomers I guess like Perry.

Let's face it; Bill Clinton, George Bush, Barak Obama - the baby boomer presidents - talk about a record of a sleezy sellout, a cowboy sellout, and a Manchurian sellout.  Enough of my generation in the white house.  Time to see if Gen X can do better, hey, who is kidding who, how could they be worse.

Really, how could it be worse?  Go back to 1992 and compare to today. A buck then is worth 59 cents today.  That is a 41% drop in the value of a dollar?  Millions of manufacturing jobs, unemployment was low, the participation of the workforce was high.  America was strong, the middle class was strong and affluent.  Twenty three years of baby boomers and the jobs are gone, the illegal aliens are flooding the country, the broken up Soviet Union is back and stronger than ever, China is now partners with Russia, along with India and Brazil.

But Starbucks is hiring.

I mean, baby boomers have really screwed this country up beyond repair.  And now we are going to get a choice of Bush or Clinton?

Jeb is out there wanting more illegal aliens while more and more americans are out of work - that right there should kill his chances of getting the nomination but the big money is going to him and who knows.  By the way, did you see the latest employment numbers?  Unemployment 5.5%?  Do you believe it?  270,000 some new jobs.  Of course, they dropped another 360,000 or so off the unemployment so consequently there is really a drop of 90k jobs.

I hate math.  It's like this big lie that too many people are too mathematically stupid to understand.  Compliments of 30 years of baby boomer teachers and educators dumbing down the american youth.

Another Bush in the white house?  That is the republican answer to this mess?

And Hillary.  Where do I start.  First of all, if she really was so great, why wasn't she nominated and elected in 2008 - oh yea, the great speaking Obama proved you put enough cliches in enough sentences enough times you can hypnotize the masses - not that Hitler hadn't already proved that little fact.

So, besides a husband whom the media just wants to continue to ignore his relationship with the billionaire, his private jets, and the underage girls where he flew and traveled to the island of Dr. Pervert over a dozen times.  I mean it is bad enough the guy is just sleazy creepy, now he is a pedophile sleazy creepy.

But now we have Hillary and email.  Turns out, in violation of the law, she kept an email server setup in her home in NY where she used private email while she was a senator and Sec of State which is illegal - not that doing illegal things ever was a problem for the Clintons.  Jeepers, did you see the video of Hillary, as a senator, blasting some republican in the Bush admin for using private email and now she was using her own private email server and when they demanded all those emails over Benghazi, she never mentioned that private server and didn't turn over any of those emails.

It is illegal.

Now stories coming out this week will show the millions and millions of dollars to the Clinton Foundation from middle east - read Arab sources - supposedly to an organization designed to help women rights around the globe - funded by the very powers that be in countries that have the worst records of human rights abuses, especially towards women.

Ask yourself, can we really go thru another 4 or 8 years of the Clintons?  Seriously, Really?

Build a new house down by the sea
Get to the place we were meant to be
You'll know it when you smile

Up at the window, searchin' the sky
Looking for the rainbow and don't ask my
I wanna see the rainbow come

We'll be leaving on all sides, hmmm
When the rainbow comes

Mr. Postman, look and see
If there's a message in your bag for me
Could be a bomb or it could be a letter
It don't matter, it can only get better
Mr. Postman, look and see
If there's a message in your bag for me
You know it's been such a long, long time
Since I could laugh at this world of mine
Yeah, yeah

Slippin' and slidin' around in your head
It's be-bop-a-lula then baby you're dead
So c'mon make a bright new day

I need a prayer here, need a blessing
Cast an eye back as you run
Turn around boy, see the rainbow come

World Party

Tuesday, March 3, 2015


Well, Benjamin Netanyahu spoke  before congress today.  Millions of Americans love Benny.  Millions of Americans admire Putin even though they suspect he'd pull off their testicles with pliers and enjoy the moment.

And herein lies the issue.  We admire 'cowboys', men who walk around with a set of balls and don't mind letting people know.  We, we have numb nuts.  It's embarrassing.

People like Bush, whether they thought he was a good president or not.  You may have thought not, may have thought he was some kind of idiot (typical left wing spin of any republican is that they are an idiot) but you kind of liked him.  Clinton, well you knew he was a slimeball, smart, but a slimeball - he was sort of our Sam Malone president - you know, they guy who thinks a real man is someone who scores with the chicks.

Even if we know now some were underage teenager girls.

Bush I had those great fighter pilot stories, Reagan was a cowboy who loved working on his ranch, Carter would strap on a toolbelt and drive nails with one blow.  All were man's men.  Guys you'd have a beer with.

Obama?  We'd be afraid it ever came out with what he was fooling around with.  Can you picture him trying to clear brush?  Ride a horse?  Dancing to the Village People? Okay, that one fit.  You can see Obama totally into doing YMCA, the rest would look at you like 'really, I don't think so, where's Nugent'?

So that is why americans are infatuated with Netty or Putin, we are jealous.  Heck, most of us suspect Merkle might have a bigger set than Obama. Okay, Putin looked a little nancyboy with that shirtless horse thing, but it was a majestic horse.

All Obama provides it majestic horse crap.

Men like to shoot bullets, Obama wants to ban them.  Men like to drive fast cars, Obama wants us to ride in the back of an electric computer.  Men like low profile, Obama can't tell you what is in a cup of coffee without using "I" 23 times in the two or three sentences.

So watch the next election.  Watch a republican who rides a Harley, chops wood, etc win the nomination and the election.  Or a democrat who can do manly sort of things.  Hillary won't win, Palin might.  We want a president that makes us proud, an eagle who soars, a bear that hunts, a dog that protects.

Not some female shitzu that yaps yaps and yaps all the time.

The next president is going to have manly pursuits, dem or rep, regardless of their stands.  We want a person that cuts a figure we can be proud of, who hunts, fishes, free weights, rides horses or motorcycles, drives a stick, drives a pickup, or best a pickup with a stick shift; not someone who looks happiest when shopping.  Someone who likes to eat steak, thinks coal is great, wouldn't be caught dead in a car with less than 200 horsepower, prefers 300 or more, and doesn't care if some fly, fish, or newt bites the dust so we can build a bridge, hospital, or pipeline.

Gee, I wonder when the government takes over the net, how long before they find this blog and shut 'er down, or maybe I'm suffering delusions of readership again.

And I stood arrow straight
Unencumbered by the weight
Of all these hustlers and their schemes
I stood proud, I stood tall
High above it all
I still believed in my dreams

Twenty years now
Where'd they go?
Twenty years
I don't know
Sit and I wonder sometimes
Where they've gone

And sometimes late at night
When I'm bathed in the firelight
The moon comes callin' a ghostly white
And I recall
I Recall

Like a rock. standin' arrow straight
Like a rock, chargin' from the gate
Like a rock, carryin' the weight
Like a rock
Lihe a rock, the sun upon my skin
Like a rock, hard against the wind
Like a rock, I see myself again
Like a rock

Bob Segar

Sunday, March 1, 2015


Remember when you held me tight
And you kissed me all through the night
Think of all that we've been through
Breaking up is hard to do

They say that breaking up is hard to do
Now I know, I know that it's true
Don't say that this is the end
Instead of breaking up I wish that we were making up again

I beg of you, don't say goodbye
Can't we give our love another try
Come on baby, let's start a new
'Cause breaking up is hard to do

Oh, putting songs at the top now, that's new.

I really hate that song.  Came out when I was in high school.  I'd just started dating a girl who had recently broken up with a guy she'd been seeing for a couple of years, kind of a parental forced thing,  and I was apparently the anti him.  So we'd gone out a couple of times and on this night were out parking, little beer being consumed, and not long after the kissing started that song comes on the damn radio and she starts crying.  Or maybe we were just talking and I was fantasizing we were necking and the song came on and she started crying.  Either way, she started crying, kind of ruined the evening for me, and I have hated that song since.

Without giving up who I work for, I do seem to get a lot of calls, mostly women calling, who after breaking up with husbands, boyfriends etc have their systems all screwed up and hijacked by the ex.  It can sometimes take hours renaming accounts, new passwords, and all the things that go with it.

Dating must be hard today.  Between social diseases, social networking with your private pictures suddenly available to millions, and accounts being screwed around with by the person you thought you would love forever, which I learned early means about a year, or a month, or a week.  

I guess gone are the days when a phone call, a letter, or a conversation ends a romance.  Now it's tweeted twited facebooked and otherwise available across the internet while you try to get back into your accounts the ex has managed to lock up.  In my day, all I had to worry about was bad timing by the DJ's.

Though in all fairness, there was not music playing when she dumped me a week after prom.

Trader Joe's opened in Fort Collins this weekend and I went by today.  Man, I've missed that store, but oh lordy was it crowded, more on that in a minute.  It was like shopping at Disneyworld, everyone just sort of stayed in a line that moved around the store, grabbing what you wanted as you passed.  I got down 1/3 of the perimeter, shot down one frozen aisle and then headed for the exit, couldn't take anymore.  But got lamb, a tenderloin roast that will make about 5 steak sandwiches this week, and a few other things that brought smiles to my face because I've missed eating or cooking with them.  But this Sunday shopping is for the birds.

I've notice the last year or so, I get really anxious and nervous when I'm in a crowed location.  Never had that issue before, not sure if it's just from not getting out much for 5 years or something else.  I did mention it before to a couple of people who got weird looks on their faces and said they've also been experiencing the same problem, very strange people who never had such issues are suddenly experiencing them.

Some sort of subconscious issue, the collective consciousness warning of some future event?  Entanglement of our minds.  In quantum mechanics, entanglement is the term used to describe something they don't understand, how sister particles, separated by large distances, seem affected by changes in each other, instantly.  They even suspect, but can't prove, that future events in these particles actually change past events, which is mind blowing.  The idea that events that occur today, or will occur in the future, can change events in the past.  But how can that be?  We know what happened yesterday, but do we know the same thing about past events today that we knew yesterday?  This kind of goes along with the parallel universe thing, multiple outcomes all occurring, which means we may wake up today knowing the North won the civil war, but yesterday we might have thought the south won the war, but will have no memory of it.

Well, whatever parallel universe we are in, rent/mortgage is due today.  Entanglement and parallel universes are not acceptable excuses for being late on rent, then again, never actually tried it.

They say two hearts should beat as one for us
We'll fight it out to see it through
I say that won't be too much fun for us
Though it's oh so nice to get advice
it's oh so hard to do

Could we be much closer if we tried?
We could stay at home and stare
into each other's eyes
Maybe we could last an hour
maybe then we'd see right through
Always something breaking us in two

Is it wrong for a straight guy to like Joe Jackson music?