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.

Friday, May 8, 2015


Funny how the the train always comes around in a circle.

Back in the 1980's, working for Business Software in Dallas Texas and the owner insisted guys wear suits.  I sat at a desk, rarely ever saw a customer, but had to wear a damn suit to take support calls.  Funny thing is, they were construction companies where the owners probably hadn't worn a suit to work in 30 years.

So, I fought it, finally got the owner to agree to one Casual Friday each month.  Was it my fault I could never remember which Friday it was?  Golly, I'm sorry, I thought this WAS the last Friday of the month boss!

Fast forward 30 years and I work for one of those companies that embrace and insist on casual.  I mean lordy, saw a gal in a conference call today and wasn't sure where the top began and the tattoos ended; I know a couple of people that work in PJ's, underwear and I suspect a few in the nude.

Don't get me wrong, I love getting up in the morning, throwing on the jeans, a long sleeve T shirt and away I go.  But when you work for a company that promotes casual, insists on casual, requires casual, there is only one thing a man can do.

So last week, I instituted Formal Friday on the first Friday of each month.  Yep, got up, put on a suit and tie and went to work.  Team meeting that day and everyone is like "why are you wearing a suit" and I explained it to them, forever cementing in their minds that I'm nuts.

As if daily posts in chat of selections of Shelley or Tennyson wasn't sign enough.

Train has come full circle.  They guy who once pushed casual to show independence in a Brooks Brothers Dress For Success World now has to dress in a suit to feed the non conformist soul.

Moving along now.........

What is cheating?  What does it mean to fudge and manipulate the numbers to promote a position and hide the truth?

Climate scientists have been caught three or four times in the past couple of years, changing data, using one system of rounding to make temps lower in the past and a different system of rounding to make them higher today; they use one 'system of measure' to make their claims of global warming and totally ignore two other measurement methodologies and systems that are actually more robust and show no warming over the past 16 years.

Can you imagine how the media would cover the findings that a pharmaceutical company had manipulated data over a drug study?  Think of the millions of dollars that have been spent in the last 20 years by consumers and businesses meeting new regulations for a problem that doesn't actually exist?

Or the headlines today that unemployment is down to 5.3%; can anyone explain to me why hundreds of millions of people can't understand that unemployment cannot be going down when the number of people of working age who need jobs is increasing?  There are almost 95 million people in this country not working; there are only 350 million people in the country.  Take out those under 18 and those over 65 and 95 million makes up about 40% of the remaining population.

Forty percent unemployment?  Oh, it gets juicier.  Turns out over 80% of the jobs created last month went to, are you ready, immigrants.  Legal and illegal.

Or, perhaps you caught the article where the government has been lying for 15 years about the SS system and it's even in worse shape than even conspiracy nuts like me thought.

This stuff is criminal.  Intentionally manipulating numbers to promote a position other than what the data actually says will get you fired in any corporation.  It will get you disbarred, it will cost you your medical license, it will even cost a tenured professor their position.

But with all of this criminal behavior, how could Drudge possibly decide which to use for a headline?  Well, he went with what really bothers people.  Not scientists faking data, not the government lying about the financial health of the group that takes 15% out of the paychecks of anyone who may still have a job, well, unless that job is with certain parts of the federal government, not the so obvious removal of millions of unemployed middle aged citizens or young people with college degrees, 100k in loans, and no jobs because the system is filling jobs will illegal aliens or legal immigrants on a visa that can do the job for 1/3 what an american would have to be paid because said legal aliens are exempt from employers needing to pay for their OBAMACARE HEALTH INSURANCE.

No, the headline was Tom Brady knew about the deflating of footballs.  Now do you understand why I almost root for the meteor or volcano to create that 200ft tidal wave to wipe out all life on the east coast?  Or the solar flare to fry all the electricity and electronics on the planet?  Because I want to stand on the mountain top looking at all the confused masses and say "YOU WERE NOT F*&**ING LISTENING"

Just as long as it's not on the first friday of the month, I'd hate to have to do it in a suit and tie.

Oh, I'm reaching out for something
Touching nothing's all I ever do
Oh, I softly call you over
When you appear there's nothing left of you
Now the man in the back
Is ready to crack as he raises his hands to the sky
And the girl in the corner is everyone's mourner
She could kill you with a wink of her eye

Oh yeah, it was electric, so frantically hectic
And the band started leaving, 'cause they all stopped breathing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

And the man at the back said everyone attack
And it turned into a ballroom blitz
And the girl in the corner said boy, I wanna warn ya
It'll turn into a ballroom blitz
Ballroom blitz