Rather than spend time debating, in this post I’ve attached several articles I’ve collected. The last one, which discusses the effectiveness of the annual flu vaccine is of particular interest, when you realize that as the number of vaccinated elderly increased, so did the number of elderly deaths. You can read and determine for yourself. In fact, you can even debate the legitimacy of the source if you’d like. The point is, there’s plenty of conflicting information out there. Our own CDC has been all over the place in their directions, information, and edicts. Vaccine companies have made billions off of the fear of this virus. Government has gained more power and control over the people it is supposed to represent than ever before. As have corporations and health organizations, which are now determining who deserves health coverage or even a transplant based upon vaccination status.
Continue reading “Food For Thought”Peace- Out
I finished a day. It was a day to top a week. Training for eight hours a day at a computer. I had a little alone time after work. I churned up the Traeger, and put on some sirloin. Poured some Jack in a tumbler and lit up one of Manny’s hand wrapped stubs. Sat out on the deck as the sun dropped in the sky, the evening breeze blowing lightly. And I let it all blow away with the smoke in the wind.
A Word…
You know, I try to stay away from a political position. Certainly to some my personal opinions lean in a particular political direction. Still, I try to stay away from pointing fingers, or vilifying a particular political group. If we’re reasonable there is enough blame for where we are at to go around.
But this one? This post shouldn’t divide anyone. I write, so words matter. I’ve always done better sharing my thoughts in a written way than in a spoken way. I’m not an especially social individual. Since words matter, how we use words matter. The fact that we want to restrict the words others use matters. I’m not in favor of restricting speech. I know there are things I don’t want to hear, and there are things you don’t want to hear, but that doesn’t mean we should shutdown those who are speaking. We have the right to turn them off. Tune out. Ignore. But shutting them down just because we don’t agree doesn’t advance us as a society; it sets us back as a society.
Continue reading “A Word…”Forget the BS
You know, I go back there every now and then. I mean in my thoughts. I don’t really go back there. I avoid it like the plague (sorry, kind of a tough word to use given the times we are in). We do a lot of online shopping these days, not because of Covid; just because we don’t want to waste our time going in.
If you’ve been following this, you know I spent thirty plus years in retail. My first foray was with the Big K, while in college. They were actually a big company then. The largest discounter. It’s humorous now, maybe a little sad in some ways. They really thought they would squash the Big W before it ever got rolling. I remember my old boss telling me about this little retailer that was coming on strong. Based in Arkansas, they were just getting ready to move into the DFW area. “Yeah, we’re going to roll over them and send them back to the small towns,” he claimed. It didn’t happen of course. The Big W went on to crush the Big K and the rest is history.
Continue reading “Forget the BS”Down on the Farm
You know, I’ve always enjoyed working with cattle, but I don’t own them. Not that I would mind owning them. The fact is, I just don’t have the money to be a rancher. The farm fix usually comes from helping a friend with his cattle in the spring and fall. Still, there is something about cattle. Listening to them. Watching them.
Yet, I’ll never be a cattle rancher unless someone close to me wins the lottery.
But a chicken farmer? I never thought I’d be raising chickens. I live in town. I have a small backyard. And I get more than enough bonding with the animal kingdom feeding the dogs. Yet here we are. Truthfully, I’m trying to leave as much of the chicken care to my wife as possible. She tends to her “flock” each day. How five chicks and two ducks became a flock, I don’t know. They’re still in a plastic tub in the garage, but soon they’ll move to the chicken run.
Continue reading “Down on the Farm”The Loss of Honor
I don’t care if you were for the war in Afghanistan or against the war in Afghanistan. I don’t care if you think we had a right to go over there or if you thought we should stay home. I don’t care if you believed the images you saw on September 11, 2001 or if you thought it was all a government conspiracy. I don’t care if you are a Blue Blooded Fighting Patriot or a Tree Hugging Contentious Observing Humanitarian. I don’t care if you supported the military complex or you have peace signs tattooed on your butt.
If you aren’t upset by images of our military weapons and equipment being used by the Afghanistan Taliban terrorists against the very people we have spent twenty years fighting with and trying to help develop a government; if it doesn’t turn your stomach to see our weapons of war being used to once again enslave young women, to rape and murder them in an effort to purge the Western Civilization from their souls; if you aren’t concerned about the potential of our young men and women of the military having to go back in an effort to bring home our non-military personnel and being faced with a fighting force which is armed with our own weapons – then you are not human.
Continue reading “The Loss of Honor”The Cost Of Crazy
Governments around the world have either lost their minds or they have intentionally driven their citizens crazy over Covid. And there is a COST to CRAZY.
There are health costs to the crazy. Costs as a nation and as individuals. Covid has caused us to put off important things. Things like follow up tests, surgeries, regular screenings. Hospitals rejected patients with “elective” issues. Patients in fear of the virus avoided seeing doctors for basic and follow up care.
Continue reading “The Cost Of Crazy”Rule #1
You know, I don’t go in there very often. We do most of our shopping online these days. It just saves the hassle. But one of the things I get most aggravated about my former retail employer is just how far they have strayed from their original standards.
Rule #1 – The customer is always right.
Rule #2 – If the customer isn’t right, refer to Rule #1.
Continue reading “Rule #1”CRAZY TRAIN
OMG Folks. When did we lose our sense of reason? We were on vacation in Colorado. It was like watching from the Crazy Train. Everywhere you look there are signs: HELP WANTED. Along with those, there are others which proclaim: $15.00 MINIMUM WAGE at fast food joints. At one McDonalds there was even a sign: HOUSING AVAILABLE. We cam upon a sandwich shop that was only opened at the drive-thru window because they couldn’t get enough staff to open the dining room even though they were offering $15 an hour. These are entry level jobs. When did we equate “minimum wage” with “living wage?”
My first job, driving a grain truck – $2.00 an hour – of course I was just a teen. The corporate job that gave me the layoff – I started as an hourly employee for $3.35 in 1985. The Federal Minimum Wage was introduced in 1938 at 25 cents an hour. It took 23 years for it to break a dollar an hour, which was in 1961 when it went up to $1.15. In the first fifty years of its existence the minimum wage rose by $3.10. In 2009, the FMW reached $7.25 per hour, an increase of $3.90 in a twenty-eight year period. If the FMW were to go to $15 now as many are clamoring for, it would be a $7.75 increase over a twelve year period. Wages are the largest expense a business has, and rising wages, while initially helping employees, raises the cost of living for the very employees it is intended to help.
Continue reading “CRAZY TRAIN”Could I Do This More Wrong?
I was looking at my stats, my insights, and I just had to chuckle to myself. You know, I don’t do any of this right. In fact, I probably couldn’t do it any more wrong than I do. I don’t promote this site. I don’t listen to the insight suggestions. I don’t pay attention to bounce rate or session duration. I just kind of let it happen. I’ve even screwed up my advertising account by using an old email account which I no longer have access to. If there was any revenue to generate, which there never has been, I wouldn’t be getting credit for it on any of my old posts because that account doesn’t exist.
I had a dream the other night. I don’t usually remember them, but I’ve started this CPAP thing and I’m actually dreaming. Anyway, I dreamed someone asked me if I had a website. I said yes. Then they asked how much traffic I get. I said, “None. I don’t ever tell anybody about it.”
Continue reading “Could I Do This More Wrong?”