Truth - Buh Bye Free Speech

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.  I am not one to use quotes from others often because they irk me and I'd rather be original.  However this one fits most often. Plato said that the masses are incurably ignorant. He was right.

Mob rules, and your media controls you.  You can say what you want that you aren't influenced, but you are.  Why else would you hate Iran if the media didn't tell how how bad they are and that they might attack North Dakota; (oh sorry, Santorum said that not the media) even though they've never attacked any other country ever.  What? They sell arms and pay other countries to do their dirty work. Wow what a concept not to mention absurd.  Why else would you avoid the wisdom of a certain candidate and go along with the media appointed "front runner".

I got into a debate with a friend that said "he can't win". I said why not?  He said because the polls have the other guys winning.  I said why is that? He said well they know who is more popular.  He also went on to say he is just going to vote for whomever the nominee is.  I asked him if he know about their stances.  He said no not really...except he mumbled something about the rich.   Yeah.

In other news, did you know the House of Representatives passed a bill to make protesting near a government official a Federal offense.  Yes that's right folks.  If the President is coming to your area to read his teleprompter you can't bring signs or yell things, because that would be against the law.  You'll get arrested.  You don't even have to know an official is around, and that's enough to get thrown in a cage.

So all you dumb ass couch laying reality TV types who never venture out of your living room, unless there is a NASCAR race nearby, are letting the first amendment (the right to free speech) get killed.  It's your FAULT.

You know often I get chastised for writing too much political stuff. Heck I even get called an idiot because I am a libertarian.  But this type of thing crosses all party lines and should upset anyone who loves liberty.  People say I need to lighten up.  Hell soon there will be a bill passed that no one can complain about things on email, blogs, or on the Internet.  Don't believe me?  Well did you ever really think you wouldn't be allowed to protest a government official?  Hell if the president of Iran came here you couldn't even say anything to him.  How is that for being free?   We need to protect the ears of the elitists you know...they are sensitive.

Sometimes I think it is all some sick joke. You Obama, Romney, Santorum lovers deserve the government that is yours.  They say if you want change, be the change.  They are making it harder and harder to even embrace the thought of liberty.  Change inside is becoming a higher mountain to climb.

The people that don't care, don't know.  The people that don't know, don't know they don't know.  Yeah, the American way.

Truth: Taking It Personal

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. Geezus can people get any more thin skinned then they already are on the internet?  People dropping people because they don't agree with them left and right.   People quitting groups and boards, because they don't like the way someone else is. It just never ends.

People...I get the whole concept of not hanging around or associating with those that you don't not agree with; but that's in real life not online.  The other day this broad posted some lovey dovey sappy inspirational quote on her page.  Well I was the only one who didn't fawn over her in agreement. I made a sarcastic remark.  She immediately deleted me.  She wasn't used to men not kissing her ass on every reply no matter what she said. So she was done with me, and of course she announced it.  Then all of her swooners went to her rescue and chastised me for my sarcasm.  Sorry, inspirational quotes are lame as your status update; and obviously people can't take a joke. It wasn't the brilliant sarcasm that she couldn't handle; it was her fat ego getting in the way of reality.

Then recently 3 people I know have quit the fantasy sports leagues I am in, because they just take it too personally.  Instead of disagreeing, working, trying to figure it out...they raise their hands in disgust and quit.  I understand the frustration, but I do not understand walking away from such trivial things.  Why take it personal?  Hell I get involve with political discussions and every statist liberal or neocon puke makes me want to stick a fork in my eye....but I don't quit or drop them as a friend.

I realize for everyone there is a different threshold of "pain".  A limit or line in the sand that they have and when it is crossed they leave.  I just don't understand why the limit is so little.  It kind of speaks to the character of the person on their tolerance if anything.  I'm assuming here of course. Unless someone is personally attacking you or threatening you, then what's the big deal?

All I'm saying is give pizza a chance.

Chicks: Face Slapping

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. Well slap me silly.  No, I'm kidding...honest I am.  Many times I've had chicks say to me "I just want to slap your face" or something along those lines because of some sort of "smirk" I do.  Apparently, and I don't even know this of course, that I have this smirk that screams of "discontent" with their conversation.  I have this look of "are you freaking kidding me?" or "what in the world are you talking about?".  Some say it is a blank look.  Some say it's a smirk.  Some say it's an arrogant smile sprinkled with a dash of disbelief and a dose of confusion.

The truth is, yes those things are exactly what I'm feeling, but there is NO LOOK.  I think the pause in my response, or lack thereof triggers them realizing that what they have said is pretty much confusing, pointless, or loony.  You know what I'm talking about.  Then they in turn realize that what they have said is either confusing, pointless, or loony and then they turn it on me for not being "nice".

So instead of getting credit that I really am being nice and not saying those things out loud or bluntly; I am getting virtually slapped to death, and sometimes realistically for not being a great actor or very tactful. I'm a slave to reason, and when the illogical hits me, I'm then a deer in headlights.  Sorry for being human.  It doesn't give you the right to hit me. So why do you want to?

I think you may need counseling or therapy to uncover and deal with your violent nature and tendencies.  I can't help the way I look; I was drawn this way.

Liberty: The End Is Near?

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. There's growing sentiment out there that this is the best of times considering what is going to happen to America within the next 20 years.  Not only are the prophets of gloom and doom expecting it to happen; the profits of doom and gloom are revealing this.

Last year alone so the sale of guns expand more than ever. People are going out of their way to be more self sufficient and reliant.  People are going more out of their way to be prepared for events.  Katrina, 9/11, power outages make people live in a sort of self doubt that at any time something could happen.  Are you prepared for a power outage of several days?  Not sure more people can handle no phone for 30 minutes let alone 3 days.

I have the privilege of knowing people that lived through World War II.  That generation (also called the Best generation) knows what it is like to live with little, and to make the most out of nothing.   They know how to grow food and make it last.  They know how to can food, freeze it, and use every part of the plant or animal. I used to have neighbors who were quite elderly.  They showed me their cellar and it was full of jars and cans.  They had enough food and whiskey to last a couple of years. They didn't sit around on the porch and watch the world go by.  They were always working to make sure they were prepared for another depression.  They made sure there was always food around if needed.  They were stocked up, and ready.

The government would profile such people as extremists for living like that of course.  However the only thing extreme about them, was that they did all they could to not be on the grid.   That might be crazy, but considering all grocery stores only have about three days worth of food on their shelves that's pretty smart.

What are you prepared to do when the market crashes again?  When inflation goes nuts?  When gas prices double in prices?  How are you going to get your next meal?  Perhaps your Iphone app can make you dinner?
Maybe when the Oscars are done, you can think about it.  Maybe not.

A.D.D. Rumblings No. 22512

1. For Lent again I am giving up giving up things. It's not working out too well. I give up.

2. I think people that have more than 2 dogs need to get a mental evaluation. Stop buying dogs. There are 50,000 stray dogs in Detroit. Hello? Anyone home? We don't need more. We need money and assets to take care of HUMANS.

3. Half the people I know think I'm a jerk. The other half think I'm a goody two shoes. I'm digging it. Although I'm getting confused myself.

5. All the Lindsanity going on, and I still don't care about the NBA. Sorry, too little too late.

4. I think I'm hooked on Flounder. No, not the guy from Animal House, but the actual fish. The fish is delish.

6. I know a guy that goes around asking people what they are going to eat that day or have already eaten. "So what did you have for breakfast?. What? Who wants to know this stuff? Is this some sort of conversation starter? Freak.

7. I stick a fork in my eye every time someone still says the republicans are for the rich. No one seems to notice the banks that support Obama, nor the billion dollar war chest he has for re-election. All that money people give him, when we could be using that to save dogs. The nerve.

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8. When I say "I don't talk sports with chicks", it is not an invitation for chicks to try to talk sports with me. Just don't please. It's like some traffic accident, and you just have to look. Don't. Focus on the path ahead of you, and don't look back.

9. Years ago Sears used to have an area for boys clothes called HUSKY. I'm almost over it.

10. I just realized I whipped this entire list in about 7 minutes. I think there may be something wrong with me. I give up.

Truth: One Man's Junk

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.  I recently read some list on how to live your life.  One of those items listed said to get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.

Useful to who?

Beautiful to who?

Joyful to who?

I spent a great deal of time the last several years purging my collection of useless items. My stuff.  My junk.  I'd give them away, throw it out, or donate it to charity.  Several things I sold. Ultimately though I did it because I thought it was weighing me down. I thought the clutter, the amount of stuff I had was just too much too handle. That if I only did that I could simplify my life.

The fact is that it was not making a difference. Still feel weighed down even with less stuff. I am no hoarder mind you, unless it is baseball cards or regrets.  However I've come across a new line of thinking, that having stuff, much stuff is ok.  It's just a matter if I have to see it or not.  A matter if anyone else has to see it or not.

So with that being the case, I just need to organize better.  So you wonder if I have that stuff still, but organized that I'm really not freeing up my time.  Well that's now a matter of perception.  Assets, no matter how useful, joyful, or beautiful are just still that - assets. Unless they are impeding your walking space, your property value, or your physical health it's just a matter of the mind. It is a matter of overcoming the mind in thinking it is an obstacle.

Now aside from acquiring assets, which I think everyone needs in order to survive, there is still the underlying truth that when you die, someone else has to take care of your mess.  So you can give it all away, or have your family lose it in some estate sale to recoup the cost to pay for your funeral etc.  Or or or, organize it.

I have found when you organize things, then you realize what you really don't want or need, then get rid of it properly. I've also come to the realization that many of my assets are in digital format (unorganized of course) too - yikes.

Time to get cracking.  Do you organize well or do you just do a purge every so often to free up your space?  Does it work for you?  Throw me a bone people.

Liberty: Han Valen

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. I recently saw Van Halen in concert. I wasn't really anticipating it as I had earlier mentioned, until a few hours before the show when it hit me that I was seeing VAN HALEN. There has always been something different about Van Halen. I've always been from the Rush and Led Zeppelin side of the hard rock house house, and yeah of course I loved my metal too. Van Halen though wasn't as bluesy as Zep, surely not as progressive as Rush, but more polished than AC/DC, and way more fun than Aerosmith. They did though have some kind of punk infused soul crossover that always attracted me.

Some of my music snob friends do not like Van Halen, and I'm not completely sure why. I think it has to do with the actual music or its lack of complexity. Yet of course they'll love contrived bans like Green Day or Nirvana, but blow off Van Halen. To each their own I guess.

They did put on a good show. I was impressed. It was not very long, but technically it was sound for a band mostly in their late 50s. Well let's see, Eddie Van Halen is a guitar God. It doesn't matter what kind of music you like, he is the man. Arguably up there with Page, Paul, Hendrix, Beck, and Clapton for sure. He's innovative and a freak. Nothing has changed. He's just that good, you expect no less. Eddie van Halen is the Red Wings of rock and roll. His fans just know he is the man, and expect it. Nothing he does really blows any one away anymore, since he's already done that. No matter what he does from here on end, it's just greatness on cruise control. Sad but true.

Alex was perfect. I know many who don't consider him with the likes of Peart or Bonham; but true musicians rank him up there with Ringo, and Charlie Watts as excellent beat drivers. I enjoyed his work and always have. I spent a great deal of time trying to gauge Wolfie on bass. They really laid the bass down heavy, and he was very good. The bigger deal was trying to figure out how he could handle the backing vocals, which to me is the second more important instrument of Van Halen. He was excellent.

Diamond David Lee Roth. I have to tell you, I could never understand him. I never liked him in the early years. He was this flamboyant showman, and that wasn't rock and roll to me. I never cared for those aspects of Elton John, nor David Bowie, let alone Freddie Mercury. To me it was about the music, I didn't care about the high leg kicks or funky outfits. That was chick stuff. So I never thought he was cool, or even a good singer. I was happy with Sammy Hagar at the helm. Years later listening to him sing I have a new appreciation for his voice, and the notes he could reach. Apparently in the music world he is considered a very good singer because of the octaves he can hold (that's Greek to me, but I hear that's important). In concert he was a showman again. Not too flashy, but a bit over the top at times. Overall I liked it. I liked it, because it's just pure marketing genius. That's what Van Halen is, genius. He (DLR) is an interesting character. Still blows my mind he was an EMT in NYC not too long ago. Kinda makes him human, almost.

Whether you like Van Halen or not, you have to admit they got it right. Sorta like Oprah. You may not like her, but damn you gotta respect that gig. The thing about Van Halen; while I like most of their music, there is some stuff I find horrible. I can't say that about Rush or Zeppelin. So they will always be a notch lower in my book, which isn't too bad still. They have a place in my collection. Sometimes I just need to kick out some anthem rock and jam the air guitar and get my testosterone laden audio filled injection to my heart. I like to rock, and Van Halen surely does that for me.

I dig Van Halen, I like their music. I just don't like the band members. I think they are trapped in the genius of Eddie, and the limitations of that forever. I can never understand how the brothers didn't take the world by the cahones and run with it. I don't think they really ever understood the potential they had to rule with Sammy or Dave and Michael Anthony. Essentially they are a garage band on steroids that you'd see at some frat party. I don't think that's a bad thing either I just don't and never have expected more. When a band takes years off between albums, how can you take them seriously? They don't take themselves seriously how can we?

By the way, their new album is pretty darn good. That's if you like soul induced heavy rock, like I do. Here is a clip I took with my significant other (My Droid X) of Eddie jamming away:


http://youtu.be/4K-DTvSKmFM

Liberty: Leave People Alone

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. I can't help but notice that people just don't leave people alone. They bully them. They pick on them. They criticize them. Hey I'm guilty of picking on the stupid, and I criticize behaviors I don't like. But geezus...I want reason, education, logic, and yes humor to fix things. I am not calling on the government to fix things.

All of these government programs, all paved with good intentions ignited by compassion, or yes even profit just don't make a whole lot of sense. A private charity or institution would do so much better, and they always do. Anything that the government touches inevitably fails. Why? Because there is red tape and no profit. Sorry, compassion is not the motivator to get things done. Sure, when it is totally necessary like after a hurricane...but for preventative and immediate need, the government doesn't work.

A chicken in every pot, the great society, 1000 points of light, faith based initiatives...sorry this is bad news. Yes they mean well. Most liberals mean well. They just go about it wrongly. However it isn't just the liberals doing this. The social conservatives who want to legislate morality do this and I find it frightening. Really? What does it matter who you marry? It should be none of any one's business. These right wing Christian nut jobs just come across as STUPID. So ass backwards. Stick to conservatism and keep your redneck ways to yourself.

If you are so hell bent on family values, then raise good family members yourself. Don't tell me how to raise mine. Don't create law and policy forcing me to be like you, all for the greater common good according to your judgement. Screw that noise.

The pursuit of happiness has turned into the pursuit of what the majority wants. Hey we want people to be productive members of society right? Then give them a chance. Don't force them to do it. That's my rant for the day. Leave people alone, and let them live their lives. They will figure it out.

Live free or die. That should mean something.

Truth - Well What Do You Know?

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.  I have many questions and concerns on my mind lately.  Some that needs answers.  Some that are just rhetorical.  Some that are just weird I'm sure.  Nonetheless, they are still questions and concerns:

How can people eat spaghetti sauce that is not made fresh is beyond me.  It's horrible, and I just don't understand how they can stomach it.

How can people eat SPAM?  Is there anything more unnatural that canned beef?  Let alone trying to digest whatever the hell that is made of.

If I were Jewish or Muslism, I'd petittion my faith to lift the ban on pork and let bacon to be allowed.  You see with more bacon, the world would be in a better place.  I tend to think that no bacon is the primary roadblock to peace in the middle east.  Oil? No, it's lack of bacon.

Why do birds suddenly appear, every time you are near?

I wonder how every chick I know can eat chocolate everday, then somehow justify by saying they are rewarding themselves; or that it is one of the major food groups?

I wonder why people feel they must wear black to a rock concert.  Why? You aren't riding a Harley in there.

How can anyone in their right mind eat at a buffet and not be concerned with germs?  It's a germ fest.  Do you really think the person who touched the spoon handle before you washed their hands?  Of that they didnt rub their nose or mouth before touching it?  DO you really think a sneeze guard does the trick?

Why can't the right wing nut jobs understand, that you cannot legislate morality and social issues.  Get off the Santorum train, because he is the reason sane and rational people won't vote for him or his kind.  He is the reason, why the progressives are salivating and hope he wins.  If he wins, then Obama is a lock.  Leave people alone.

Why are you people still fighting between republican and democrat?  For the most part they are the same.  Don't give them the power over you. It is silly.  Be free.

I wonder how much longer the media will talk about Whitney Houston's death?

I wonder if David Lee Roth still runs 10 miles a day at age 58?  Saw him in concert and he could still do that high leg kick. 

Why are people so obsessed with reality tv shows? I don't consider Storage Wars, Pawn Stars, or American Pickers reality shows because you actually learn things.  You aren't watching train wrecks and drama filled garbage.

As much as I like Van Halen's music, I do not like them as a band. They pimped out their fans for 15 years pretty much doing nothing of value.  I don't like them for that.  They could have been something greater than they already are.  I don't think they knew how good they had it.

Why is skateboarding so difficult?

A.D.D. Rumblings No. 122012

1. Bacon products are taking over the world.  Resistance is futile. I also noticed I have 7 packs of bacon in my freezer.  No, you can't come over to eat.

2. The latest Sports Illustrated Cover girl is being criticized for being too pretty.  The nerve of that magazine!  Greedy bastards trying to profit.

3. When they send in the clowns...I want to know who the THEY are?  Who do you contact? Where?  How do you contact they?  Do you get a choice of sad, scary, or funny clowns?

5. People still debate which is the better Van Halen: with Sammy Hagar or with David Lee Roth?  I just ask why can't this be love?

4. The majority of people who read my blog are between the ages of 32 and 45. Should I be concerned that younger people are missing out on this brilliance?  Word.

6. I am told I need to take vitamins.  Yet I do research and it says if I take vitamins I'm really not absorbing them whether liquid or pill form.  I'm so confused. Hook a brotha up.

7. How anyone in their right mind can support Rick Santorum for anything is beyond me.  Republicans and Democrats need to be scared of this cat. Actually be scared of the folks that support him even more. Scary.

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8. I shave my goatee and everyone says I have a big head. So when I had a goatee my head was smaller?

9. Sometimes I wonder how many pens and pencils I have touched in my life time. It has to be in the thousands I would think. Do you ever think about that?  Think of all the germs you've encountered by touching pens and pencils everywhere.

10.If someone puts an inspirational quote on their social media page, then you criticize it or don't agree with it...they will in turn rip your freaking head off.  This happens all of the time to me.  That inspires me to comment I must say.

Truth: Good Causes

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.  I recently attended a charity fund raiser that I was asked to help out with.  My friend asked me if I could help him out with a situation that was affecting his family.  I didn't hesitate to help, and I told him he didn't need to even ask.

The event was a success, and quite a bit of money was raised.  Special thanks to all those who donated items, the sponsors, the workers, those who showed up, or even donated online.  It was a very nice gesture by all to help out.

I restore my faith in the human spirit when I see such acts of generosity and kindness.  I've been to several of these events before and I know they happen all of the time.  Each one is just a great thing.   The best part besides the actual goal of these events is how it makes you feel.  Several people told me how good it made them feel just to be there.

That's cool and everything...but imagine this.  Imagine a world where each person had more money in their paycheck to donate to such causes.  If they had more money to actually donate to cures.  That there would actually be money invested in companies to find cures and they weren't restricted by the government.   Well people that's what happening.  The more taxes you pay, the less you have to help others.  The government is not the answer.  This social agenda the liberals and the republicans throw on you is NOT the answer.

So while my faith in the spirit of mankind is restored; my faith in mankind not being stupid has not been.  In fact it is at an all time low.  I see people supporting Gingrich-Obama-Romney-Santorum and it blows me away.  Can you people think?  Can't you see the big picture?  There will be more and more charity events needed for causes, and your savings will be depleted.  Those causes will get less money, because less money will be around.  It will be wasted away in government red tape, wars, and useless programs all meant to just keep it afloat, or make certain people profit.

If you want to help people, then you need more than just your heart.  You need your head.  The best compassion is to make the world prosperous.  Make it prosperous through investing, spending, and profit.  With all of that charity will be rewarded.

THINK

Chicks: Dissing Chicks

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.  People are people that's for sure.  While there are -exceptions, perhaps more than the rule  - I've come to a conclusion after years of observation, and scientific study, that chicks just don't like other chicks.  Even chicks who are best of friends (aka besties or bff) tend to throw each other under the bus.

I could ask someone about their friend, and immediately they will say something either nice or not so nice, but always have a qualifier.  "She's very fun, but she's had bad luck in the guy department".  Or "I just luuuuv her, even though she tends to be bi-polar."

There always seems to be some qualifier.  Granted this could only relate to the thousands of women I've come in contact with and be just an aberration.  I tend to think that is the case though all around as I like to watch.

Now I'm sure some guys do this I guess.  For the most part though, if you ask a guy about their friend they will say he is cool or a jerk.  Or they will say "I don't know, he's kind of trouble".   Then just leave it a that.

The difference it seems is the chick calling out the other chick is doing so to make their feathers look better.  Even if they aren't in the game. It's just natural for them to be this way.  It's not malicious in nature, mean, or ill willed.  It's just some mini-competitive thing going on in nature.   I calls em as I sees em.  I don't mean for this to be a criticism, but more of an observation.

Am I wrong here or just generalizing based on a few apples that I've encountered?  If you are a women do you notice yourself doing this?  If you know a woman, ask her something about someone else, and watch how they take on a critical viewpoint of that person even in a positive light.

Sports - Hockey Wood

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. There was always something about the sound of the stick hitting the ice.  It smacked.  It smacked of something cool.  Like an echo through a forest. I really don't like to say that there was something cool, because there still is.  No matter the conditions, the sound of a hockey stick hitting the ice, the concrete, the wooden floor will go through you like an arrow if you really listen for it. It may be a violent sound for some, annoying for others.  For me it is even better than music. It's the sound of purpose; despite it just being a game.

There is such determination with every slap and sound.  The stick doesn't even have to hit the puck, and it doesn't really matter.  It is just that significant for me. A few other sounds in sports have the same impact.  The sound of the ball hitting the wooden bat.  The sound of the ball hitting the catchers glove. The sound of the club hitting the ball through the fairway.  When it comes to true sports sounds those pretty much take the cake. Personally I like the swoosh of the basketball too, but you can rarely hear that unless you are alone.  Well OK one more, the sound of the puck hitting the goal post.  That clink is pretty unique too.

I've often taken my stick and just stick handled to get that noise.  That clicking back and forth with the wooden blade is something I love.  I feel like some Japanese steak house chef flipping knives in the air or mixing up the vegetables on the stove.  The uniformity, it's almost some tribal trance.  The cadence of it all.  I suspect this is what army's march to, what warriors get pumped up with. The dancing beats of weapons, footprints, instruments.  I get it.

Many times when I need, I go to this place in my mind.  It's me and my stick.  Wherever we are, we are stick handling through some obstacle.  Do you want to know a secret?  I've been going to this place at least once a day ever since I can remember. It's some safe haven in my head.  Some weird compulsive behavior that just happens. I don't call on it, it's a part of my being.  Sometimes I'll stop and notice it, other times it is just like breathing. It just happens.

You and I move to the beat of a different drum or in this case, a stick.

Liberty: Crazy Libertarian

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.  I still don't understand why people can't leave other people alone?  If you don't like to smoke, then don't freaking smoke.  Don't pass a law telling me I can't smoke.  And no, I don't smoke...I'm not that freaking dumb - geez.  If you don't want to marry someone of the same sex, then don't. If you want to give your extra money to the government or another country, then by all means do so.

I'm a libertarian.  Small "l".  Large "L" means Libertarian Party.  I have no problem with the Libertarian Party, except that they are a political party.  Politics yuck...gross. So when I say I'm a libertarian, or espouse to those principals of liberty and freedom, people think I'm an anarchist lawless rebellious hippy.  My hair is too short for that and I'm not a fan of paisley either.

I believe in a limited Federal Government. Minarchism. And that's just to protect my liberty, not taking away from it to protect my liberty.  And I want it to be voluntary, not by coercion or force.  That's called PEACE.  You capiche?  You get it?

I'm a free market capitalist. That does not mean I support capital cronyism, where the government sleeps with business so they get breaks, which screws up the free market all together.

Peace through prosperity.
For every action there is a reaction.  
A slave to reason.
Live free.
Don't tread on me.

You get it now?

Some friends gave me this and it is a perfect truthful perception of what people think of libertarians.  Yes, I hold my head constantly in frustration at the computer.  Except in my hand there is a fork.

Truth - Broadcast Your Life

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.  A friend of mine asked me if I tweeted.  I said once in a while I do just for kicks.  I also get this blog automatically tweeted when I post.  But I do not Tweet updates all day long.  I like to check Twitter for news, sports, and technology updates.  However that's probably only a few times a week if I'm not busy.

Another friend.  Wait.  Yes I have several friends.  Anyway, another friend wanted to know why I don't update more often on Facebook.  My response was, once or twice a day is enough...sometimes it is only once or twice a week for me. I just don't care.  I know it sounds rude.  It's not that I don't care what others have to say, I just don't need to be heard.

Which led me to the conclusion that there are several types broadcasting on social media (Twitter, Facebook, GPlus).

Those that broadcast every single detail of their life.  When they get up...that they want coffee...that they are here and there...what TV shows they are currently watching...etc.  You know this drives me crazy. I wouldn't want to know this about anyone, including myself.  I find it either a cry for help or just some psychotic issue.  It definitely makes me want to stick a fork in my eye.  I've lost many Facebook friends because I can't stand their status updates.  They think I'm ignoring them.  They are right of course.  I do it to save my sanity, and what is left of it.  Not to mention, I go through too many forks.

There are those who just lurk.  They have an account, they'll just watch everyone, and occasionally like things.   Not sure what to make of these people outside of the obvious creep factor.

Then there are those who are normal.  They'll post significant items on their status updates on Facebook or Twitter just to stay in touch. "Hey I got a new job" and that type of thing.  I found out the other day actually through Facebook that an old friend passed away.  I was thankful for that information.

Here's my advice people.  You need to stop polluting the internet with useless updates.  If you have something funny or witty to say - go for it. If you have something that is informational go for it.  Breaking news, let's hear it.  Telling us that you hate your psycho ex girlfriend is pointless.  Telling us that you are in dire need of coffee or had no sleep is a waste of time...mine and yours.  What do you get out of it?  I don't understand.  Just think before you update.  Is that too much to ask?  If you need advice or have a question, say it!  If you want to start a real discussion, do it.

Social Media is a great way to give and get information.  Please please please, make it worthwhile.  I beg you. I ask you. I need you to. I want you to. I command you!

My work is never done.  THINK.

Chicks - Out of Love

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. On Valentine's Day or near it I notice the status updates of all the "single" ladies who complain about Valentine's Day on Twitter/GPlus/Facebook.  In fact, it is safe to say they wish it just didn't happen.  Or they will spout of on how it is a Hallmark Holiday and a complete waste of time.  Not all women, just some of the outspoken ones mind you.

In fact those women turn into men the way they sound in their disdain for the event.  They don't get flowers, cards, and every song sounds like nails on a chalkboard to them. I get it. I understand.  However I don't feel the same way, never have.

It doesn't bother me, and I don't see a problem with it. I just find it kind of odd that it is a holiday.  Then again you don't get the day off.  I reckon if you got the day off, more people would be into it and not complain.

Celebrating love...it's good I guess. Better to be love I suppose.  Anyways, don't let it get to you if it bothers you.  Ignore it.  Just as I ignore the opening of the WNBA season, you can ignore Valentine's Day.  Telling everyone how you hate the day, or don't have someone to share it with, just makes you sound like a Debbie-Downer. You are still going to eat your chocolate and you know it.

By the way, here is my yearly "You Love Me" Playlist.  Enjoy...even if you don't.

Truth - Celebrity Love

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.  When a celebrity dies, the attention the main stream media gives is simply overwhelming.  In fact it is borderline ridiculous if you ask me.  Not to mention the strange twist of  attention given to those who die, when much of the time before they were ignored or not thought of in the least.

Whitney Houston dies, and the world stops.  Yes, she was very talented, had an amazing voice, and the death was tragic.  However how does this death effect you?  Why does it effect you?  If you are waxing nostalgic I get it. If she was an inspiration, I get it. If you saw her in concert, or loved her songs, I get it.  What I don't get though is the amount of non stop coverage and the saturation of it.   We did this with Michael Jackson, with Anna Nicole Smith, Amy Winehouse...the list goes on and on.  Why?  There are children dying every day around the world, and they aren't getting any attention...yet a celebrity gets it all. Sad.

People are so caught up in the lives of celebrities that it has become such a huge industry.  A waste of time industry if you ask me.  I will never forget the news of People magazine paying $6 million dollars to get the pictures of Jennifer Lopez's babies.  Are you kidding me?

People you have lost your way.  You are being dummed down, and you are adding to it.  What these people do in their personal lives, no matter how inspirational should matter not to you.  How will your life be better or worse with the information of a celebrity?   It won't and it doesn't.

I find TMZ disgusting, along with all the tabloids.  Do I blame them?  No, I blame you who give them the money to survive.  In doing so, you are avoiding your children, your health, being prosperous, inventing things, caring for others.   It may not be wrong, but I don't feel it is right.

I hear people telling me that they hate politics, yet will watch every reality show there is.  The irony is, it is their own reality of avoidance.  When you get a population like that, they will act like sheep, vote for people like Obama, because they are used to nice sounding sound bytes that make them feel good.  Without any thought or concern to the big picture.  They have no view of the big picture.  Their big picture includes watching Award shows, and thinking they are experts on every facet of entertainment.

You are complacent, lazy, and being unproductive. I know this from first hand experience.

Chicks - Scarred For Life

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.  When I was probably about 7 or 8 I was in the Cub Scouts.  Well one weekend we had to go to a father son sleep over at Henry Ford Museum & Greenfield Village.   From what I remember there must have been 100 scouts there with their dads spending the night.

We were in this huge room full of bunk beds. It was like we were in the army.  Kids on top, dads on the bottom bunks. Well it was time to get ready for bed.  My bunk was at the far corner.  There was this door there by my bunk.  At the time it seemed like an emergency exit.  So I was changing to get into my pajamas, and I'm standing there in my underwear.

All of a sudden, that door opens up wide open.

Standing there is about 30 girl scouts of the same age who all screamed!   It was probably only 5, but it looked and sounded like 30.

I was horrified!

I froze.

I remember not really seeing the girls, but seeing about 100 other girls behind them in their bunks looking towards the door and all screaming at the same time and not really knowing why I'm sure.

Everyone on my side of the room busted out laughing.

I hurried up and put on my pajamas.  I don't remember the color, I assume they were red like my face.

All the boy scouts rushed to closed the door (while still laughing of course), and yelled NO GIRLS ALLOWED over and over.

All the dads were laughing.

I've not been the same since.

Truth - Clear The Dance Floor

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. If you ever want to clear the dance floor at a party or wedding, just play "Old Time Rock and Roll" by Bob Seger. It will be like Moses parting the red sea. It works every time too. Sure you'll get a couple of stragglers, like your crazy Uncle Bob or Uncle Sally who had one too many drinks. For the most part though, everyone leaves. Why? Because you can't dance to this song. It's strictly a head bobbing song, that's it.

I've seen this happen a million times. I have even told DJs to not play this song, and they don't get it. I think something kicks in their mind that they need to mix it up with some rock and roll; so inevitably this is the first song that comes to mind. Hey this song was fine if you want to slide across your kitchen floor in your underwear, but that's it.

There are other songs I refuse to listen to. Not just to clear the dance floor, but because they invoke emotions of despair, pain, and forks in my eye. Most songs by Journey, Styx, REO Speedwagon drive me nuts. Anytime I hear Wham I want to find the nearest kitchen cabinet door and smash my face in.

Why were these songs and groups ever popular? Because they were good? NO! Because we got it shoved down our throats on the radio growing up and we were told it was good.

"It has a nice beat, and you can dance to it" said most of every contestant on American Bandstand. There's a reason for that. Because that's all that really matters. So there are songs you can dance to, and songs shoved down our throat. In both cases, I've always felt there was no popular choice as it all was shoved at us.

Pop music is that way...the music industry decides what is good, then the sheep keep playing that stuff over and over at weddings.

Our minds are a terrible thing to waste. There is such great music out there, and we are stuck with the same stuff over and over. Do I blame the music industry or you? Both I think.

Just take those old records off the shelf, and sit and listen to them by yourself PLEASE.

Truth: People Watching

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.  Everyone I know says they like to people watch.  They list places that are the best to people watch.  Places such as concerts, airports, stadiums, parks, grocery store...etc.  Everyone has special places to people watch.

 

What I've noticed in talking to people who like to people watch is they are just quick to judge.  They make comments about clothes, hair, styles, bling... and that sort of thing. It's all book covering judging. 

 

That's fine, I could care less about judging.  It's no skin off of my back.  Everyone judges.  There's no way around it.  The issue is if you actually take that first impression and don't allow that person a chance at something, such as a job, favor, or respect. Then the judging is an issue. Until then, you feel the way you feel based on instinct or experience on how you view someone.

 

Aside from that sort of watching, what I always so is wonder what people are thinking.  Is that person happy, depressed, sad, lost, angry?  Are they daydreaming or focused?  Are they just dead to the world or are they a tenant of A.D.D.? Are they thinking about me when they look at me?

 

Kinda weird maybe...but I always wonder about people's thoughts,and their current plight.  I don't find it fun, because there's no way of ever knowing. The thing is I can't shake it.  I need to be more superficial and just not care.  This is probably one of the most pointless things I do.  A complete waste of time, no doubt.   Do you do anything like that?

 

 

 

 

 

By the way, I heard Charles Dickens is stealing my words.  I'm not happy about it.

Truth: I Never Get Lost

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. Whenever I go to a different city or country, the first think I do is scope out the place on a map.  The last thing I ever want to be is lost or miss out on something that is cool.  So on maps, whether its google or mapquest, or just a fold out paper map...I'm always looking at roads, buildings, and places of interest.  I look for landmarks, street names, highway markers, places of interest etc.  I have a strong curiosity to know where things are at all times.

I've been studying maps for a very long time.  My father would break out maps for his work, and try to write out his coordinates for his drive. This was long before digital maps of course..  By doing so, he would get to know the area, and figure out better ways of getting to places. He taught me to do the same. I've become an expert in my own mind of how to get to places quicker, or have the better experience.  I chalk it up to reading maps.

On Facebook, Foursquare, or Twitter folks are always blasting where they are at that particular time.  Something to which baffles me to no end; other than some vanity or attention seeking moment they may have.  Nonetheless when they do, I will look up the place if it sounds interesting.  I'm sure criminals look up where these places are so they know if they have time to rob your house while you are away too...but that's another story . 

I know many people who if they take a different road to their job, they panic.  They lose track of time, they have no idea what is in store for them.  They seem dumb to me.  The truth is, I think they really just have that part of their brain turned off, or it doesn't work.  So as I shake my head, I have to stop myself and just realize its ok if their brain isn't working or that they are dumb. I'll help them.  If anything my eye roll will embarrass them to study a freaking map.  

 

Give me an atlas and I'll be lost for hours. I just love to read maps. Besides I'm a guy, I don't ask for directions and I never get lost.

Sports: Who Is Better?

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. I often fall in to the trap of determining who is better at a sport or position.  Like I keep getting roped into the Eli vs. Peyton match up.  Everyone is saying Eli is the better quarterback, because he won 2 Super Bowls compared to one for Peyton. Well I suppose if you go by wins and losses in Super Bowls I would agree. However I think Peyton is better.

Ultimately though is that what determines sports greatness...the amount of championships won? In that regard Terry Bradshaw is better than the both of them with his four easily.

So are you telling me you'd rather have Eli over Bradshaw or even Peyton? I don't think so.  Are you telling me Eli over Brady?  I don't think so. What about Dan Marino?  He never won a Super Bowl, but he was one of the best quarterbacks of all time in my mind.  I'd take him over Eli.

I don't think winning championships determines greatness. I think it adds to the lore, and it adds to the greatness; but I do not think it should be the measuring stick to say who is better.  Ty Cobb and Ted Williams didn't win a World Series, but Yogi Berra won a ton. Would you take Yogi on your team over those two?  I wouldn't.

That's just it, just because they didn't win are you going to knock them down? Jim Kelley went to four Super Bowls and didn't win.  Does that make him less of a quarterback than Trent Dilfer?  I don't think so.

If the Patriots receivers didn't drop the easy balls, they would have won Brady a Super Bowl.  However since they did drop them, he is not as "great" in some people's eyes.

For me greatness is performing in clutch situations, longevity, how they compare to their peers, statistical greatness, and if they make other players on their teams better.  Winning is everything, but when it comes to determining who is better, not so much.

When all is said and done though this is what remains - To the victor goes the spoils!

Truth - Funny List Part I:

It was the best of times, it was the first of times. Funny List Part I:

When people trip and fall
Don Rickles
When people text while walking
Clowns
Platform shoes
Red Wings Slappys
Ohio State Apologists
Sparty fans
Clown shoes
People telling me I am crazy for not supporting a front runner
Fiddles
Bassoons
Don Cherry
Stoners who try to be serious
Bill Murray
Boston accents
Whitney
Pugs
American Pickers
Inge Lovers
Chumley
Liberal democrats
People that talk loud
Babies laughing
Women who convince men to like cats
Bon Jovi fans
Green painted vehicles
Slapshot
Fritos
Fozzy Bear
Prudes
Green Crocs
Terry Bradshaw
Philly accents
Dog shoes
Storage Wars
Seinfeld
People telling me that Obama is my president
People trying to steal my samoas
Presbyterians
Chicks trying to talk sports with me
Cajun Accents
Barney Miller
Smokers who think they are badass
Suspenders
Beefareeno
Canadians
Project managers
Choot em libeth, choot em
Armadillos
Playtpus
Fried pizza

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Truth - Detroit & Clint

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. So last year Eminen does a commerical for Chrysler and everyone goes nuts; as it if was going to help and save the Detroit economy. It didn't.

This year during the Super Bowl Clint Eastwood issues some rah rah feel good go Detroit shared sacrifice us vs them we are down speech and everyone goes nuts again. What will it do this time? Nothing. By the way the spot was actually filmed in New Orleans and Los Angeles

I'm sorry, what part of empty rhetoric don't you understand? What part of we've heard the same speech for the last 40 years don't you understand?

People are so apt to grab on to something that they can identify with and just run with it. LOOK LOOK LOOK, HE TALKED ABOUT MY HOMETOWN!!! HOORAY!!!

Clint Eastwood spewing his Dirty Harry persona isnt going to get Al Qaeda, and it isnt going to save Detroit. It may make you feel good, but that's not going to save Detroit or the auto industry. Hey Chrysler please make inexpensive cars and we will buy them in droves - FYI.

Next year it'll probably be Kid Rock or Robert DeNiro...or someone else they can keep parading around so people can say "NAILED IT!". Rinse, lather, repeat.

Was the commerical bad? No. Was it wrong? No. Will it do anything? No. So geezus quit with the slappy stuff. Can't you people see it won't do a damn thing? These rallying points do nothing. They are just illusions created by some pencil neck geek in marketing at Chrysler who whipped out the "let's use a celebrity to market our cars" handbook. This was taken just after the chapters on let's use dogs and right before let's make guys look dumb with beer.

They spent about $14 million dollars on this ad. No, I am not posting the link because I don't care. You can find it I'm sure. $14 million thrust back into the economy might have been wiser...but then again, the sheep love this stuff.

I know I've probably pissed off many of you, but sorry I just don't get it. Until you can convince me to care, I just can't.

Truth - Drowning In LOL

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. I am making another stand against LOL and every other text talk that is polluting the internet highway. I am at wit's end and I don't know what to do.

It is everywhere I see.

I complained about it the other day and someone asked me how in the world could they express themselves without saying "LOL". How would anyone know they were laughing out loud at what they were reading?

Are you kidding me? I said the same way people have been doing it for thousands of years; by actually laughing out loud. If you want the author to know that something made you laugh; tell them. Actually my thought is why do you even have to tell someone you are laughing out loud?

I guess I'm old school and stop at "haha" instead. It is just everywhere and I don't understand. I don't need the validation from someone telling me they are laughing out loud. It reeks of unoriginality and that bums me out.

The other text talk I avoid all together. Especially when people are texting me, I just will rarely even reply. If they can't take the time to write me, then I don't have the time to reply.

LOL is killing English. Stop it. Free yourself and stop punishing those of us who are looking for more out of words. Pretty please with sugar on top?

OFCOL - Oh for crying out loud - I might be able to handle...since I do that often. We'll see.

Truth - I've Heard It Before

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. Do you ever stop and wonder how many times in your life you have heard a particular song? They say "Happy Birthday" is the most played and heard song of all time. I get that. I am talking about regular songs...radio..or from your collection.

How many times do you think you've heard "Yesterday" by the Beatles? How many times have you heard "Walk this way" by Aerosmith? "Material Girl" by Madonna? "Pump it Up" by Elvis Costello? "Jailhouse Rock" by Elvis Presley? "Let's Stay together" by Al Green?....and the list goes on and on.

Lately when I hear a song I wonder how many times I've heard that song. I know all the words, the chords, the drum beats, the harmonies just by repetition. It's not like I have a counter to list every time I've heard something. Digitally I suppose that can be done...I am sure there is some tracker or app that does that. I don't know, I think it would be cool to know.

I wonder too lately now long it takes to memorize a song, or recognize it as one your favorites. I am spending way too much time thinking about the why and the when, as opposed to enjoying the song.

How many times have you heard YMCA or The chicken Dance? One too many times obviously, but you get my drift.

Truth - Nickel Back

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

I wish I had a nickel for every air guitar song I've played.

I wish I had a nickel for every space invader I've shot.

I wish I had a nickel for every Facebook like I've gotten.

I wish I had a nickel for every pickle I've eaten.

I wish I had a nickel for every piece of pizza I've eaten in my life.

I wish I had a nickel for every email I've sent in my life.

I wish I had a nickel for every yawn.

I wish I had a nickel for every sandwich bag I've used.

I wish I had a nickel for every toothpick I have ever used.

I wish I had a nickel for every rock I've run over.

I wish I had a nickel for every rain drop that has ever hit me.

I wish I had a nickel for every kleenex I have ever used.

I wish I had a nickel for every nickel I've spent.

I wish I had a nickel for every baseball I've thrown.

I wish I had a nickel for every straw I've used.

I wish I had a nickely for every french fry I've eaten.

I wish I had a nickel for every comic strip I've read.

I wish I had a nickel for every football game I've watched.

I wish I had a nickel for every cookie I've eaten.

I wish I had a nickel for every red light I've stopped at.

I wish I had a nickel for every frisbee I've caught.

I wish I had a nickel for every pair of socks I've worn.

I wish I had a nickel for every rubber band I've shot

I wish I had a nickel for every rock I've skipped.

I wish I had a nickel for every mile I've walked.

I wish I had a nickel for every balloon I've popped.

I wish I had a nickel for every piece of gum I've chewed.

I wish I had a nickel for every pickle I've eaten.

I wish I had a nickel so I could stop wishing.

A.D.D. Rumblings No. 20212

1. Does anyone really remember Super Bowl commercials from years past? Ignore the hype. The networks are holding you hostage.

2. I want an ejector seat for my car.

3. I shaved off my goatee. My nose is now being used as a guide beacon for airplanes to land.

5. I really need to find a better way than having to pay for a haircut.

4. Cars need to be armed with water cannons. This will be the new tool of road rage.
Essentially you get one shot per day at someone. Bring it buddy.

6. Imagine a bacon chicken shwarma combo if you will.

7. The show American Pickers has me looking at everything I own, wondering if someday it may be worth something.

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8. I once sat on a tac.

9. I think you are all crazy. I think you are all crazy. I think you are all crazy. I think you are all crazy. I think you are all crazy. I am, therefore I think.

10.Every time I go to the pet store, it always is pet adoption day. Puppies crying and looking at me as I walk by. Torture. Doesn't anyone listen to Bob Barker?

Truth - Spending Regrets

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.  I don't know what it is exactly but I spend a great deal of time saying WOULDA, COULDA, or SHOULDA when it comes to items and things I've spent.

If I only had that $10 instead of buying that extra flashlight I didn't need.  If I only had that $100 I spent on buying coffee for 6 months.  If I only had the money instead of buying those stupid car seat covers back in 1988.  If I only had all the money I've spent on music cd's over the years. Or all of the books I've bought that I never read or finished.  The list goes on and on and on.

In fact the list never ends.  Which leads me to believe, and know that I pretty much am a horrible shopper.  I realize it's not productive to regret things, but it proves I am not confident in my spending.  It also leads to the fact that that I am not apt to go blow money because of my regrets.  That cloud of regret hanging over my head with every purchase.  Darn it, if I didn't buy that silly cover for my phone, I could put gas in my car this week.  It's stuff like that, which drives me nuts.

My friend says that investing in fun or entertainment is justified and a good thing. I tend to a agree to a degree, it's just that where is the lawn drawn?  A night out with friends vs. buying a bunch of books I'll never read?

Nothing in life is free. Just because you can buy something, or put it on a credit card doesn't mean you should.  That's my story right now.  Regrets, I've had a few...too many silly purchases to even remotely justify it.

Yes I'm one of those people who sees a penny on the ground and keeps it.