Friday, April 30, 2010

Definitely an Un-Barney Fife moment...

It’s not an unusual story: someone tires of big city crime, and wants to move to a small town. Friends say she’s got some strange idea she’s a character in the Andy Griffith Show, looking for Mayberry - why, small towns have crime, too. Fiddlesticks, she says, and she moves. And gets robbed. Bonus: she was a character from the Andy Griffith Show. And the town? Mayberry:

MOUNT AIRY, N.C. – The actress who played Thelma Lou on "The Andy Griffith Show" was robbed in the town that inspired the show's idyllic Mayberry setting, after moving to the area to avoid big city crime.

Betty Lou Lynn had her wallet stolen at a shopping center in Mount Airy, the birthplace of Andy Griffith. The Mount Airy News reports that police arrested Shirley Walter Guynn of Cana, Va. He's being held in Surry County Jail on a $10,000 bond. It was not immediately clear Thursday if he has a lawyer.

In an earlier interview with the newspaper, the 83-year-old Lynn said she moved to Mount Airy after being robbed three times in Los Angeles. In the TV series, Thelma Lou was the girlfriend of Deputy Barney Fife, played by Don Knotts.

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Correct me if I am wrong...

but isn't a greeen card considered papers?

I was up in Chicago a few weeks ago working with a guy named Oggy from Bosnia. He won a world-wide lottery for a green card. Fourth time he entered the lottery. He showed me his green card. It was green and looked like...for lack of a better term...a card. I asked him if he had to have that with him like a drivers license. He said he was told by the state department to have that in his possession at all times.

Um...isn't Arizona being raked over the coals for pretty much doing what the federal government does?

Here is an interesting fact, Arizona is 2nd in the WORLD in kidanppings behind only Mexico City. Now there's a stat you want to tell the state tourism board. I think perhaps Arizona would make more money if they got the kidnapping issue under control so the law abiding citizens would come back rather than worry about the boycotts of the far left which if successful would keep the people responsible for the kidnappings on the streets.

It's a quandary I tells ya.

I have figured out the federal governments tac on this issue: sit on your butt and do nothing. Then when local goverments get fed up, e.g. Farmers Branch and Arizona, and pass laws to combat this issue, strike them down because it is a federal issue and can't be handled locally.

Arizona et al. have no choice but to take matters into their own hands when the federal government is asleep at the wheel.

This issue is volatile. No doubt. But I keep coming back to one question; what is it about illegal they don't understand?

From the WTF? file...

I want this chick to come to my house and tell my son Ian there will be no toys in his happy meal. Let's see how much conviction she has then.

That is probbaly the answer to this problem. Let this lady tell the kids individually about the no prize happy meals.

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Monday, April 26, 2010

Wish I had written this...

What is money? It’s a medium of exchange – you use it to make purchases. To the average individual, money is also a means of cooperation. It transforms the value of your labor into a very efficient form of communication.

Suppose you’re a skilled chef who knows very little about carpentry. You could spend many hours struggling to make a bookshelf, producing a rickety and unlovely piece of furniture. It would be better to find a skilled carpenter and offer to trade your gourmet cooking for a well-constructed bookshelf.

Money makes this transaction vastly more efficient – you can choose from many different carpenters and compare their prices. Great companies have formed to produce mass quantities of bookshelves, which is much more effective than hiring out individual carpenters to construct shelves on demand, resulting in much lower prices to the consumer. You don’t have to spend time finding a carpenter you can trust, then waste more time haggling over the relative value of stuffed pheasant versus six feet of shelving. The value of your cooking skill is converted into money, and so is the value of the bookshelf. This is much better than bartering. Money is a swift, versatile, and precise vehicle for cooperative effort.

What is value? It’s more than just the number on a price tag. If you look around your home, you’ll find many objects with value that far exceeds their price: treasured heirlooms, gifts from your children, mass-produced artwork that you happen to like. Value is subjective… which means, in essence, it’s a function of choice. Would you risk your life to gather all those little knickknacks and crayon sketches pinned to your refrigerator, if your house were about to be destroyed in an earthquake, and you had only moments to evacuate? The situation would eliminate your choices in the matter, and the value of the items would diminish.

To put this in the context of current events, a comprehensive medical insurance plan with a high price tag would have great value to an older person, but much less value to a young person in the peak of health. Even if the young person is forced to pay the high price for this coverage, its value to him does not increase. Likewise, an insurance plan with extensive maternal benefits offers little value to a man. People assign less value to something they were given, or forced to purchase. Greater value is associated with goods and services they freely chose to acquire, and paid for with their own money. Everyday life is filled with many examples which illustrate this point.

What is power? It is the ability to impose your will upon others. Power requires compulsion, which can range from a mild set of incentives through absolute domination. Your best friends might be willing to honor almost any of your requests, but you don’t really have power over them. If you designed an elaborate plan for managing every aspect of their lives and finances, they would be unlikely to cooperate voluntarily. You would have to force them to participate.

In a constitutional republic, our elected government is meant to be the exclusive concentration of legitimate power. By definition, the amount of power exercised by the government increases as it grows larger. Power is compulsion – fines, subsidies, regulations, and imprisonment. More power means less freedom. Reduced freedom means less value. As money is drained away from free citizens, their ability to cooperate voluntarily is reduced… and only voluntary cooperation produces genuine value.


This is the dreadful equation of socialism. Money can be used to create value, or it can fuel the exercise of power, but not both. You can see this happening around you, right now. It has happened everywhere in the world, every time central planning has been tried. It would happen even if politicians were the selfless, compassionate, disciplined civil servants they claim to be. The fantastic corruption typical of socialist states, most definitely including our current Administration, serves to weaken the rate of exchange between value and power. The high-performance fiber optic communication lines of free-market capitalism have been torn out, and converted into feeding tubes for our bloated central government. Every dollar you pay the government in taxes and regulatory costs is another moment of your time that cannot be invested in willing cooperation with others.

It is possible to ration subsistence, but not prosperity. Americans are slowly, painfully beginning to appreciate the difference between those two levels of existence. We’ve been so prosperous, for so long, that we lost sight of how far our economy would collapse when value was traded for power. The arithmetic of poverty and unemployment is simple, and merciless. Free people multiply. The all-powerful State is only good at division.

Ummm...

Thursday, April 22, 2010

So I'm reading the paper...

Heck no, I didn't buy the paper. It was a freebie placed out to read while waitng for my haircut. But in this case I was waiting for a hamburger. I'm just trying to throw Kelly off my path....

Funny how now I have the same philosophy with regards to the paper as my dad did to Playboy and the like when I was younger. Let me explain. When we, my older brothers and I, were teenagers, my dad found a Playboy or somesuch in the attic. It was Mikes or mine. Paul didn't do that stuff. Good thing he didn't find the can of Skoal and the bottle of Boones farm too. I kid. So he took us aside and gave us the lecture about how this filth is not how we need to see women. It objectifies them and that is not being a man. Of course he knew boys would be boys and we would probably see this kind of magazine again so he said whatever you do don't pay for the stuff. Don't give your money to this industry.

I thought I was doing a very god job of this until I watched Cinemax at night. Holy Moley! Needless to say I canceled those channels. I canceled all the movie channels actually. HBO!?! What's up with that?

Where was I?...reading the paper...yes. I saw where Obama is repealing a Title IX loophole. It has been there a while. Title IX is the law which requires equity for sexes in college sports. You may remember years ago where universities were cutting mens programs to pay for new womens programs. That is Title IX. The part they changed was the colleges being able to use a survey to determine whether or not they would be subject to Title IX. Basically, asking the students their interst in the sports programs to gauge whether or not new womens programs are warranted. If the survey was not turned in, that would be determined as no interest.

Well, they took the survey away. Now, regardless of student interest, Title IX will be applied across the board. Biden in his infinite wisdom said this of the decision,"Making Title IX as strong as possible is a no-brainer...What we're doing here today will better ensure equal opportunity in athletics, and allowing women to realize their potential — so this nation can realize its potential."

So when does the Title IX for white guys go into effect? I've been told ad nauseum that African American children don't feel they can succeed because they have no role models to look up to...Oh yea? What about Clarence Thomas, Condoleeza Rice, JC Watts? Oh you mean liberal role models? I guess looking up to Charles Rengel, Jesse Jackson and The One would depress me too...Don't white youth have the "right" to feel lost too? I mean if you want to be a white professional athlete...good luck. Hockey yes. Baseball maybe. Basketball and football. Fugedaboutit.. If you have your little white heart set on being a cornerback in the NFL, you pretty much better apply for unemployment right now.

Artificially bolstering one aspect of society while breaking down another is not the way for this nation to realize its potential. How can you realize potential when the entire premise of said potential is skewed?

Saturday, April 17, 2010

iTunes...

Didn't realize how much I missed my iTouch until I was on the flight to Chicago. No tunes to pass the time.

Sitting now listening to Edie Brickell..."shove me into shallow water." Great song. Only one they had.

Perusing my play list and the one played the most is Vanessa Carlton "A Thousand Miles". Huh? Well, Madison had a bit to do with this. She loves this song and comes into my office and plays it over and over...and over. Like father like daughter.

I used to make my friends angry with the amount of times I would replay a song. One time we were partying at Darryl Huffman,s house, RIP. I played Duran Duran's "Save a Prayer" quite a bit that night and woowee they got sick of it. On my play list today it has been played a paltry 12 times. I still love the song though.

Surprisingly enough a Jellyfish song ranks as the most skipped. It was the last song on "Spilt Milk". Right after my favorite song on that album, "Too Much Too Little Too Late". Now there's a song I would rewind. There's a place where they go into 6 part harmony and I rewind it 6 times to sing every part. That is definitely a Mutley moment.

Pass the Dutchie on the left hand side...Hans plays with Dottie, Dottie plays with Jane...Sprawling on the fringes of the city in geometric order...Name those 3 songs if you dare? No googling.

Quite an ecclectic group of stuff I have in my list. From the mid 16th century to today. The mid 16th century stuff is Thomas Tallis. When the church of England broke form the Catholic church, King Henry commissioned this guy, among a few others, to write new music for the church.

And then there's DEVO. "Freedom of Choice" is an album that shaped my childhhod in more ways than one. Mark Mothersbaugh is still writing today. Most notably for the Rugrats. And imagine my surprise when the kids and I were watching Yo Gabba Gabba and lo and behold there was Mark doing a drawing segment on the show. Another cool band Squeeze has a connection to my kids. In one of the early shows they sing Fruit Salad (yummy yummy) and the chef in the skit is one of the founding members of Squeeze.

So, what songs shaped your teen years?

I wonder if his cave has wireless...

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Friday, April 16, 2010

Strike three...and four actually...

Is there anybody to whom this guy won't bow?

I mean, who is this lady?

Strike Two...

Um...Thanks...for nothing

Strike One...

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Just got back from Chicago...

I haven't traveled in a while but I am happy to report the obliviousness of the American people has not diminished one iota.

It's amazing these obliviots ( a combo of oblivious and idiot) have enough awareness to get up in the morning. Case in point: at the hotel they have a breakfast. The room has 6 tables, 4 4-tops and 2 2-tops. All the tables are full, one 4-top has bags on two of the chairs. I get my food and proceed to eat standing up. One of the 4-tops has a man and a woman sitting at it. The guy stands up and goes to the table with just the bags and pulls something out and sits down again. The woman turns around and pulls something out of the other bag on the other chair at the empty table.

Can you picture the steam coming out of my ears?

They placed their bags at a table at which they weren't sitting while having 2 perfectly fine chairs at their table not being used.

I proceeded to move their bags to the chairs at their table so I could sit down while eating. The look of incredulity was priceless. It was all I could do not to ask them why they voted for Obama.

I am standing in line waiting for the call to board the plane. I am Priority Access now (Barney Fife moment) so I take my place a little closer than most but take care not to get in front of anyone so as to block their way. Well, some moron proceeds to inch his way through the crowd and stops right in front of me. I actually had to back up.

They called the Priority Access people and I had to jimmy around this bozo. I looked at his ticket and he was...

GROUP FREAKIN' TWO!?!

I turned to him and said, "Group 2? Are you kidding me?" as the rest of the priority access people had to make their way around this obliviot.

Chicago looks the same. How did I do that trip every week for 1/2 a year? I do like the seasons though.

It's nice to be home.

Monday, April 12, 2010

Pure genius...NOT...

It's come to this.

Good weekend...

Friday night, worked. Saturday night, worked.

You may be asking yourself, "Seems like you worked a lot. How could that be a good weekend?"

It's called a sense of accomplishment. Also, I made a lot of money. Not that money is everything. But it helps.

In between working, I went to my nephews first communion. It was very nice to be in the Catholic church with the kiddos. I was kind of dreading taking care of all 3 of them during the mass but they were angels. Not a peep among them. Well done guys! You made daddy look like a good parent. Not an easy task.

I received communion with Reagan in my arms. That was a special moment. I wish they all could have come with me.

Had lunch with the fam at Cracker Barrel. Not a place we frequent but always good when we do. Homestyle cookin'. You see, when you type a phrase like "homestyle cooking" typing out the "g" just doesn't go with the phrase. Just doesn't look right. It's like typing ya'll. Right Mike? Y'all. That's more like it. It's a contraction for you and all not ya and all.

Spent some time watching the Masters. I would give my left...eye to play there. But then everything would slice right so what's the point. Beautiful course.

I certainly look at Tiger differently. Didn't pull for him quite as strongly if at all. I still enjoy seeing him play but it's going to be a while before I can cheer like I used to

Imagine how his wife feels.

I like the asain players. Although most of them are from here, Choi, Kim, Yang. I like their demeanor, their swing. Maybe becuase they seem to be the anti-Tiger at this point. They are stoic. They just play. And play well I might add.

Had some good meals this weekend. Friday BBQ, Saturday pizza. Sunday Cracker Barrel. (Next line to be said in your best gay voice) "So much for my nutri-systems this week. Citrus." I threw the citrus in there because that is the best gay word of all. I can't go too long without saying that word in all its fruity gayness. Pun intended.

More work on Sunday after church. Got it all done though. Thank the Good Lord.

Heading to Chicago this week for a few days. It will be nice to be back. Knowing full well I don't have to stay. And knowing Giordanos is only a few days away. MMMMMMMMM...pizza. I am going to go to Yorkville and look around again. Yorkville? That is the town we would have moved to had I taken the job in Chicago.

Politics, politics, politics, politics, politics...Hillary as the next Supreme Court justice? Could happen.

Friday, April 9, 2010

From the "What he should have said" file...

New Jersey Gov. Chris Christie isn’t laughing about a teachers union’s memo that hints of his death.

The memo is the latest salvo in a war of words between Christie and the union over wage and benefits concessions.

The Record of Bergen County obtained the Bergen County Education Association memo that includes a closing prayer:

“Dear Lord this year you have taken away my favorite actor, Patrick Swayze, my favorite actress, Farrah Fawcett, my favorite singer, Michael Jackson, and my favorite salesman, Billy Mays. I just wanted to let you know that Chris Christie is my favorite governor.”

Association president Joe Coppola says the “prayer” was a joke and was never meant to be made public. Christie spokesman Michael Drewniak says there’s nothing professional about the group.

What he should have said:

"I'm just glad to see they started praying in the public schools again."

A question to ponder...

From economist Dr. Walter Williams:

Ten years ago I asked the following question in a column titled “It’s Time To Part Company”:

“If one group of people prefers government control and management of people’s lives and another prefers liberty and a desire to be left alone, should they be required to fight, antagonize one another, risk bloodshed and loss of life in order to impose their preferences or should they be able to peaceably part company and go their separate ways?”

The problem that our nation faces is very much like a marriage where one partner has broken, and has no intention of keeping, the marital vows. Of course, the marriage can remain intact and one party tries to impose his will on the other and engage in the deviousness of one-upmanship. Rather than submission by one party or domestic violence, a more peaceable alternative is separation.



If those words don’t sound ominous to you or you don’t see how they tie into a “State Sovereignty Movement” then you are clearly not listening nor are you taking note of what is happening right here in your own nation.

More:

There is no evidence that Americans who are responsible for and support constitutional abrogation have any intention of mending their ways.



Americans who wish to live free have several options. We can submit to those who have constitutional contempt and want to run our lives. We can resist, fight and risk bloodshed and death in an attempt to force America’s tyrants to respect our liberties and human rights. We can seek a peaceful resolution of our irreconcilable differences by separating.



I don’t see how this could be any more clear. We may very well be witnessing the laying of foundations upon which many states will finally say “Enough!” to the Socialists who currently control Congress and the White House. The Union might very well be dissolved once again, only this time, those who seek to be free of Washington D.C. will be seeking greater freedom for the people rather than trying to keep people dependent on the government.

Monday, April 5, 2010

What is it about poeple...

when you tell them you are Catholic they feel it is their obligation to disparage the church?

I was at a clients on Thursday last week and somehow the topic of Good Friday came up. In the course of the conversation, I mentioned I am Catholic and as a boy the starkness of the altar on Good Friday was always a very powerful reminder to me of that day and what it meant. The next words out of her mouth were, "The Catholic church just seems to make up the rules as they go along so I don't know."

...

...

"I did mention I am Catholic, right?"
"Well yea, but..."
"But nothing. We probably don't need to talk about this anymore."

And she merrily went on her way.

Now, granted this woman has pink streaks in her hair and from what I surmise of her phone conversations with her son, she could give Mommie Dearest a run for her money. But still. Give it a rest.

Freak.

This is not the first time I have had a conversation like this. I have been told we worship Mary like the Christians worship God. Truly. I have been told we worship the Pope, the saints, 3 legged dogs. Well, worshipping the saints may be a stretch but I've heard some far out stuff.

My nephew Tod put a status on facebook about the Catholic church being the most recognized but most misunderstood sect in the world.

Amen, brutha!

Form the WTH? department...

This is the picture MSNBC used on Facebook for their Easter post.

Of course you know this is the traditional headress worn on Easter Sunday in Northern Spain?

I mean, what else could it possibly be?

Simpletons.

Saturday, April 3, 2010

I watched...

"The Passion of the Christ" last night. I don't know...I kind of feel obligated to do that. Not obligated in a you must pay your taxes kind of way. More like after watching a visual depiction of what went on 2000 years ago it's the least I can do for my Savior kind of a thing.

Two parts of that movie make me cry. The scene where Mary is flashing back to Jesus as a boy. He falls and she runs to him saying "I'm here.". Then she runs to the bloodied beaten Jesus and says "I'm here." Then he says, "See mother. I make all things new." I'm tearing up just thinking about it. Even in Jesus' unthinkable situation, it seems as though he is not only assuring her but also seeking her approval. I'm sure I am totally misinterpreting that scene but it sure sticks with me.

The other scene is when the criminal on Jesus' left asks for Jesus to remember him. Jesus promises him he will be with Jesus in paradise that same day. Can you imagine? Leading a life which got you to a point where people found it necessary to crucify you. While hanging on the cross, the Son of God promises you you will be in heaven with Him. How heavy was the stone lifted from that guys shoulders?

One thing I often think about today is how little there is written about the time between His death and His resurrection and what the apostles were going through.

Their Lord. Their Savior. Their Leader...was gone. Beaten beyond recognition, nailed to a cross and left to die. Which he did.

I presume from the fact that Mary and Mary Magdelene went to the tomb on the third day they had no clue he was going to be resurrected. Unless the guys knew and kept it from the girls. I doubt it.

How petrified would you be in this situation? How willing would you be to go preach his word? I think, nay, I know I would have been hiding as well.

How do you think they felt when he walked through that door?

Friday, April 2, 2010

Sacrifice...New Life...Love...

From the sixth hour until the ninth hour darkness came over all the land. About the ninth hour Jesus cried out in a loud voice, “Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?”—which means, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”

And when Jesus had cried out again in a loud voice, he gave up his spirit. At that moment the curtain of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom. The earth shook and the rocks split. The tombs broke open and the bodies of many holy people who had died were raised to life.

When the centurion and those with him who were guarding Jesus saw the earthquake and all that had happened, they were terrified, and exclaimed, “SURELY HE WAS THE SON OF GOD!“

Here's a flashback for you...

WONDERAMA!

Remember that show? The snake in the can game. "What the heck is it?"

That was a great show.

The reason I remembered it this morning is because of my son. He came into my office this morning after waking up, without saying a word, raised his arms, not perpendicular to his body but at a 45 degree angle, and started rocking from side to side alternating feet as he went. Left foot, rock to the right, right foot, rock to the left, left foot and so on.

I thought of something I hadn't thought of in years. So I had no choice but to start singing.

You see, Harry Chapin was on Wonderama one Saturday morning many years ago and brought his son Josh. Harry explained that Josh liked to dance to his song "Cats in the Cradle" and he would do so now as Harry performed the song for us. Harry started in on his classic tune, "Well my child arrived the other day..." and Josh on cue began to dance. Without saying a word, raised his arms, not perpendicular to his body but at a 45 degree angle, and started rocking from side to side alternating feet as he went. Left foot, rock to the right, right foot, rock to the left, left foot and so on.

I sang the whole song for my son.

After which Ian came over and put his head on my chest and gave me a hug. He then walked out to explore the world.

Never saying a word.

He usually never lets me finish songs. He is always off into something else. But for some reason today, he even gave me a hug.

Pretty good way to start Good Friday.