Monthly Archives: October 2013

A national referendum – “Giddyup 409, or a war somewhere?”

Hi readers.  The cats and I were thinking about how, if we didn’t have representative democracy we could deal with priorities directly by national referendum what with 21st Century communications.  Decide important matters directly based on what Slippery Sal the Waterfront Gal, Professor Hoodwink, Carlos the hamburger flipper and Daddy Warbucks all want for the best of everyone.

  1. Would you rather have $1 per gallon gasoline and go back to driving Rocket 88s and Giddyup 409s, or have a war somewhere?
  2. Would you rather have a job, or have everything imported from China?
  3. Would you rather deal with a multi-national bank, or have your financial affairs with a state or local credit union?
  4. Would you rather have a War on Drugs and more prisoners in the slammers than anywhere else in the world, or would you prefer to let people make some lousy decisions in their personal lives?
  5. Do you feel more threatened by the Mafia, foreign terrorists, or Homeland Security?
  6. Would you rather force US parmaceutical companies to sell prescription drugs at the same price they’re sold in Mexico and Canada, ot let them rape you and whatever kind of insurance you have?

That sort of thing.

I’m not suggesting it’s right, what regular people would want from the government, but it’s sort of a cultural given that it’s what we’ve always been led to believe this democracy thing is all about. 

If the most people in the country want, say, to put severe restrictions on pharmaceutical companies and force them to price medications at the same rate they’re available in Canada or Mexico, heck, someone ought to ask them.   After all, it’s a government of the people, by the people and for the people we’ve been told. 

And if the most people want to move the seat of government to Omaha, Nebraska, someone ought to find out it’s what they want and do it.

But of course it ain’t going to happen.  Because whatever we might have been led to believe, this thing in Washington DC we call a democracy isn’t anything remotely similar to a democracy unless the definition of the word democracy gets some twisting and turning, wringing out.

Nothing wrong with lying about it and saying it is, but recognizing our own lies to ourselves might help us deal with what we actually do have instead of democracy.  Might allow us to just laugh it all off, as it richly deserves.

 I have a feeling if there’d been any national referendums beginning sometime around 1950 until now this country would look a lot different than it does now.  Might actually look better in some ways, though we’d have a lot more Rocket 88s going down the highways.

Old Jules

Too much non-military spending is the problem

Hi readers.  Thanks for coming by for a read.

The cats and I were trying to understand what all those useless eaters were fighting about in Washington DC.  Decided it must be unhappiness about the way the money was spent in 2013, so I went for a look.

As you can see, a huge percentage of the discretionary money wasn't spent on National Defense in 2013.

As you can see, a huge percentage of the discretionary money wasn’t spent on National Defense in 2013.

Turns out there are two types of spending going on.  Mandatory spending is one, discretionary is the other.  The chart above depicts where they spend the money coming out of taxes and they can tweak.

The “Social Security & Unemployment” and “Medicare & Health” take on a major fraction of the federal spending, amounting to about 58% of the total outlays, whereas “Military” spending appears to amount to just 18%. The problem with this representation is that the Social Security & Medicare are parts of the mandatory spending directly financed by the dedicated revenue raised from payroll taxes, as imposed by the Federal Insurance Contributions Act (FICA), not through the Federal income tax and thus represents a different Treasury account.

If we separate the mandatory spending and look only at the discretionary spending component appropriated by Congress on an annual basis and for which all the federal programs compete, a very different picture arises.

http://beforeitsnews.com/alternative/2013/10/us-military-spending-the-17-foot-tall-insectoid-robo-warriors-from-the-planet-zandor-2788430.html

Probably that enormous portion of the budget being frittered away on non-defense spending is what has those people upset and shutting down the government.  Each one of those non-defense slices could be halved or quartered easily so’s to provide a means of continuing and even increasing defense spending without anyone feeling the pinch.

There's no way any US citizen has any business feeling safe when we aren't even matching the combined rest of the world in military spending.

There’s no way any US citizen has any business feeling safe when we aren’t even matching the combined rest of the world in military spending.

The US isn’t even spending half as much on national defense as the rest of the world combined is spending on theirs.  It’s no wonder those elected representives and senators are digging in their heels.  They’re scared.

Congress knows their primary responsibility is to protect the citizenry from foreign invaders and likely they won’t give an inch until they know they’re doing it.

Old Jules

Furshlugginer trailer lights

power supply

Sheeze.  These old original equipment lights on this trailer Gale abandoned forever ago appear to have had the problem of a short in the license tag light.  But the harnass was cut off up front I’d guess because it was blowing his fuses in the vehicle, and he’s been using add-on magnetic held lights.

harness

So what I’ve got is four wires up at the tongue, a brown, white, green and yellow.  The white’s ground as nearly as I can tell.  The green and brown are both somehow significant because combinations of them with one another and each of them with the yellow will do things.

left bottom trailer light

One combination lights all four tail-lights, one lights both bottom ones, one lights right-bottom, one lights left bottom.

Your average 21st Century man ought to be able to conclude something from all that besides the fact the lights get juice from the tongue to the rear and that all of the bulbs are good.  Ought to be able to say, ahh.  Now I know where to go from here.

But I’m damned if I’m that 21st Century man.

Old Jules

Superstitious flies

Hi readers.  When something doesn’t march lockstep to scientific theory it’s superstition.  So a lot of what honest-to-goodness scientists spend their time doing is finding out whether what they’re observing is superstitious or not.

Scientific investigation reveals most, but not all flies here are superstitious.

Scientific investigation reveals most, but not all flies here are superstitious.

I was having a plague of flies around the door to the RV because of the cat food in bowls inside the door.  The neighbor told me he’d had good luck running most of the flies off by putting water in baggies and hanging them around.

superstition 2

Approximately 2.749% of the flies at this location are scientific, allowing them to rest in the vicinity of the RV surface.

“Hmmmm.  Superstitious flies he’s got up there,” thinks I.  “Wonder if it’s the same breed trying to eat the cat food.”

Though a few scientific flies do come to rest around the door, sometimes on the baggies, they appear to be stupider than superstitious flies.  They're one hell of a lot easier to swat.

Though a few scientific flies do come to rest around the door, sometimes on the baggies, they appear to be stupider than superstitious flies. They’re one hell of a lot easier to swat.

So naturally I gave it a try.  Swarms of hundreds of flies are darting around ten feet from the door but not approaching.  These are obviously the superstitious flies.

Naturally being a scientific sort of guy I don’t pay much heed to superstitious flies.  But the scientific ones piss me off enough to swat them because the theories they guide their lives by aren’t the same ones I’ve memorized to say to people.

Old Jules

“It’s just you and me here. Do we want to go to war?”

Hi readers.

An email acquaintance who has a mining claim on Federal land in New Mexico sent out an anecdote to his email friends about an incident this weekend.

He headed out to his claim, bypassed a barricade, and began doing what he always does there.  He was spang in the midst of doing it when he looked up and a guy in a USFS law enforcement uniform wearing mirror sunglasses was scowling down with his hands on his hips.  “Come out of there.  You are going to jail.”

He scrambled up onto the bank and stood face-to-face with the sneering mirror sunglasses.  “This is a filed mining claim.  My fees are all paid, everything’s legal here.  I have a right to be here.  What law do you think I’m breaking?”

Mirror sunglasses ran his fingers over his holster.  “This is Federal land.  You are trespassing.  You’re either leaving or going to jail. “

“I’m armed too.  Get your hand away from that holster and don’t even think about pointing a pistol at me unless you want to shoot me.  I’m not doing anything illegal.  You are.  Get the hell out of here, or try handcuffing me and we’ll see what happens.  It’s just you and me here.  Do we want to go to war?”

Mirror sunglasses stepped back and assumed a gunfighter stance, the ghost of Billy the Kid in a USFS uniform.  Then he must have considered what he was doing and come to his senses.  “I can have backup out here in half-an-hour.  If you’re still here you’ll be in a lot of trouble.”

He backed to his vehicle, glared again, and drove away.

The miner did some thinking on his own part and decided the price of a shootout with the Forces of Darkness wasn’t the lesser of evils in this situation.  Loaded his gear and headed back to civilization, figuring he’d meet the US Cavalry on the road.

But he didn’t encounter anyone.  He says he hasn’t decided whether to try it again next weekend.

Claude Dallas is evidently alive and well in the boondocks.

Old Jules

Serrapeptase Update

Ed’s one of several friends and acquaintances who’ve begun using this stuff and think it’s doing them some good. Just saying. Jack

Defeating the Forces of Darkness with a screw-driver

Hi readers. 

These fall pre-dawns are probably what the Universe intended as an injection of involuntary joy into the lives of our ancestors.  Knowing they’d come through the hard times of summer and that hard times of winter were on the way, likely the Universe figured a pre-dawn sky would perk them up and remind them life is bigger than second-best. 

Made progress on the trailer yesterday, and as soon as the cats and I get Old Sol prayed up I’ll be out there, hopefully finishing off the job today.  The neighbor up the hill had screwdriver heads with stars, which is speeding things up. 

Gives me the shudders to think how hacked off it probably makes the forces of Darkness to have someone actually using the proper tool to apply.   The guy who thought of using arcane fasteners requiring special tools to hold things together is probably getting extra pokes with pitchforks down there where things are hot.  Likely the same guy who designed the starter on the 1991 Toyota 4 Runner and placed a bolt so’s it couldn’t be approached without a cutting torch.

I’m guessing he was probably the same guy who worked for General Motors in the 1960s and designed a distributor on a 283 engine placed in such a way as to require  a previously unimagined wrench to adjust the timing. 

Sunrise is working into the east since I began writing this.  Looks as though we’ve got a red morning coming up on us, but the cats and I aren’t sailors, so I’m figuring Chevi 283 timing bolts and Toyota 4 Runners aside, I’m going to get that door the rest-of-the-way fixed this morning.  Then go on to bigger things and get the trailer lights working, though that might require rewiring the whole shebang from the tongue to the red lenses at the back.

Working on something fairly good in concept that’s been beat-to-hell by years and use has a refreshing side.  At least it does once a person gets past the engineers screaming their heads off down in hell because you bypassed planned obsolescence.

Old Jules

I wonder if we oldsters are different

Hi readers.

The representative democracy elected government useless eaters and the various space aliens running things know younger people are nothing but a bunch of sheep trapped in career paths, credit ratings and compulsive consumerism.  They know most of them have never stepped far outside the boundaries of control-created behavior and never will.  They know their heads are loaded with frenzied propaganda-induced rabidity of opinion safely within the fences.

But what those useless eaters in the White House, Congress, and all the societal traps of career paths have never been is old, been-there-done-that on most things, and trapped in promises made by useless eaters of the past.  Promises that if we handed over pieces of our incomes for half-century, they’d set it aside, nurture it, and feed it back to us when we got too old to make a living.  One month at a time, every month.

Come rain, shine, four horsemen of the whatchallit, apocalypse, Chinese invasion of toasters, utopian government sawbones free-for-alls, Drug Wars, supporting our Freedom Fighters against their Terrorists, whatever.

We oldsters have broken enough promises in our lives to recognize what a broken promise looks like.  And a lot more of us than anyone might imagine don’t have a lot to lose.  Whole different animal from those on the under-side of 65 circuits around Old Sol.

Some of us also have a mean-streak we’ve gone to a lot of trouble to subdue during our lives.  And some of us probably figure when it comes time to get off the pavement going through the fence is as good as going over it.

I say this because of the workings of my own, personal mind.  And that doesn’t assume the way my mind works necessarily rhymes with the workings of the minds of others in my situation.

For myself, I’ve got three cats I’ve got a contract to feed as long as I’m alive to do it.  It’s a contract I hold dear, as important to me as anything in my reality.  Those cats are going to eat one way or another, so long as anyone in the United States has a plate of food in front of him.  So long as I have the ability to make it happen, by any means whatsoever.

The promises made back when I was feeding the US government pieces of my income and trusting them to set them aside were written into law, and those laws haven’t changed.  But when the US government jumps the tracks and becomes a legion of lawbreakers and the laws they break influence whether my cats eat, all bets are off. 

The government can prove by prima faci evidence they didn’t mean it when they made their laws.  But they can’t do it surgically, selectively.  If the laws don’t apply to them, they don’t apply to anyone.  Not just the laws they picked to break, but all the laws on the books.

But hell, that’s just one old guy saying it.  What the hell do I know?

Old Jules

Screwdrivers ain’t what they used to be

Hi readers. Thanks for coming by for a read this morning.

I spent most of the day yesterday trying to fix the rear door on this cargo trailer I swapped from Gale.  When he was backing it up an innocuous righteously small cedar tree got in the way and it poked a less-than-righteous hole in the door.  Easy enough to fix, thinks I.

But fixing it involved removing a lot of screws holding the door together, which revealed an engineering problem with the way the stop to hold the door open was installed when the trailer was built.  Some genius put it at the bottom of the door so’s everytime the door swung open and hit it, gradually it destroyed the structural member at the bottom of the door.

The long lever arm at the top of the door kept pushing when the bottom of the door stopped, and all that energy was transmitted to the bottom of the hinge every time the door experienced an uncontrolled swing to the stop.

Heluva deal.  The internal structure of the door at the bottom of the hinge is requiring some innovative changes, along with adding a new stop at the top to keep it from happening in the future. 

But naturally, that ain’t all.  The screws holding the entire skin together, the hinge attachment to the door and trailer, everywhere a screw is, involves screws with little star-shaped holes in them instead of hex-head, phillips, or flathead.

Ended up putting vice-grips on the heads to loosen them enough to twist them out.  Those I could get vice grips on.  But hell, me being the useless eater I am, it ain’t a big deal for a job to take two, three, four days that ought to take a couple of hours.

The cats don’t mind and the government’s shut down anyway.  Not much point doing anything exciting when the government’s shut down.

At least not until they shut it down long enough to force me to stick up banks to buy cat food and Smack Raman.   Seems the useless eaters in the White House and US Congress have decided useless eaters on Social Security pensions are up for grabs to be held hostage on whatever-the-hell it is they’re up to.

Never stuck up a bank, though I have done a good many other things in my life.  The cats and I are looking forward to expanding our horizons.

Old Jules

Mastering the empty gesture – how can regular people compete?

Hi readers.  Thanks for coming by.

If you’re like me you probably spend a lot of time trying to come up with empty gestures you can use to create the illusion you’re doing something meaningful. 

Texas Thumb and Finger Signs

Naturally we all want to convey the impression to those around us that what we’re doing is important, and by extension, that we personally are important.  But regular people are trying to do something at home that really requires experts to pull off.

For instance, wossname, the guy in the White House right now, provides perfect examples we could follow if only we mastered the subtle nuances.

Obama walks to sandwich shop to try to win points on budget

Obama wades into debate over NFL Washington Redskins’ name

No, it isn’t just the White House.  Masters of the empty gesture are there in all levels of government robbing the macho of regular people:

Ohio says may seek execution drugs from compounding pharmacies

U.S. judge orders release of mentally ill Guantanamo prisoner

Citizens, limited by their own lack of training, experience and imaginations are reduced to the mundane, inane and vapid:

Women seek access to traditionally male-only Mormon gathering

Man who set himself on fire near monuments in Washington dies

The oppressive hoarding by government and politicians of empty gesture expertise has to end in our great land.  Our sainted ancestors fought hard throughout our history to provide us with empty gestures as a source of pride and accomplishment.  But today, who ever heard of the Boston Tea Party?

Back in the day we knew what empty gestures were down at grassroots levels.  We didn’t need any politicians and their one-upsmanship robbing our macho.

Old Jules