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Doctors in Madison. Gunships in Tripoli

February 22, 2011 Leave a comment
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A nice short post at the Volokh Conspiracy this morning about the doctors that were handing out notes excusing workers from work. The writer states a fine point;  ” These doctors sacrificed a slice of the medical profession’s credibility for a political cause. Was it worth it? The fallout is mounting” The political pressure from the left is mounting. Using every tactic possible, they consider democracy a good thing, only when it goes toward their favor.

Fast track to Tripoli. People are being shot for walking in the streets as Gadhafi wants to hold onto his power, even at the cost of his own people. Is that so far removed from what is happening in Wisconsin and soon, to a town near you? People of all political stripes seem to be discontent with their lot in life. In Wisconsin, the marchers feel that they are being threatened by losing their ability for collective bargaining. The governor says too bad. He says they are costing tax payers too much money.

If you don’t believe that this will come to a town near you, from the WSJ: “The clash between Republicans and unions that caught fire in Wisconsin last week escalated Monday: Labor leaders planned to take their protests to dozens of other capitals and Democrats in a second state considered a walkout to stall bills that would limit union power.” (emphasis mine)

There is no longer a case of “majority rules” in the United States. The few, pressure the many. I would use the term “coerce”. In Wisconsin, union employees acccount for less than 15 percent of the working population, yet, they seem to be making the biggest noise. The average American (or Canadian) does not get increases in their salaries that match the cost of living increases.

Unions routinely get 2, 3, 5 and even 10% increases in their agreements. When I worked in sales for the past seven years, the only time I got “increases” would be when I worked for them by increased sales. The dinosaur model of the trade union has a different mind set, a mind set of entitlement.

I wonder when we are going to become like Tripoli. With gunships imposing martial type law because the few demand from the many.

Sleepy Hollows

February 22, 2011 Leave a comment
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Early morning train station. Memories flicker in and out. Can’t distinguish the real from the imagined anymore. I think you are real. I have memories of warm sunny days and cold winter nights. Driving. Always driving somewhere.

The train rolls along, not caring about memories, only it’s destination. I should as well, but the fugue of the memory plays a sweet melody. I look at an older Asian woman, clutching her hand bag in the frigid air. I wonder if she saw the horrors of the Vietnam war. I wonder if she is the little girl pictured, running down the road. Door opens and I thought it was you getting back on, even though promises were made that you would never ride the train again. Looks like you have kept your word.

The priest has moved on. Not sure when he left the train. Not sure about a lot of things. Paper crinkles me awake from a memory of my grandmother,paper alarm clock rings me awake. Cold morning and whether I like it or not, the memories swirl like a wind. I can’t capture just one, but many.

If they say they love you. Don’t believe them. If he says he is yours, close your eyes and smile, silently and think of the fire.

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A Start in Wisconsin

February 19, 2011 Leave a comment
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Opposing sides meet as Capitol protests enter sixth day.

Union leaders offer concessions

Top leaders of two of Wisconsin’s largest public employee unions announced they are willing to accept the financial concessions called for in Walker’s plan, but will not accept the loss of collective bargaining rights.

Mary Bell, not this Mary Bell, president of the Wisconsin Education Association Council, and Marty Beil, executive director of AFSCME Council 24, said in a conference call with reporters that workers will do their fair share to narrow Wisconsin’s budget gap.


I posted earlier that this was one of the steps needed to get done and lo’ and behold! Nothing is impossible to keep the American dream alive.

Charlie Sheen and the Chocolate Porn Factory

January 29, 2011 Leave a comment
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So, Charlie Sheen, goes on a 36 hour cocaine fueled bender, writes a check for $30,00.00 to a porn star and it is news fodder for the tabloids. Egypt is on the brink of civil war, but Charlie parties with whores.

Celebrities are entitled to their own lives, but when they become public displays of such tackiness ( I was going to say immorality, but far be it from me to be judgmental) then there should be some form of public repercussion.  Or maybe not. Maybe we have gone so far south that are sensibilities have been forever altered. After all, no one took Barney off of the air when it was shown that his theme song was a North Korean subliminal subterfuge brainwashing message to the youth of America.

No one has taken Barney Frank off of the air either, unfortunately.

30k on a chocolate porn factory. Well, maybe it wasn’t for a porn factory, but it sure a great title for a movie isn’t it?

Let celebrities have their fun. The Paris Hilton’s’ their sex tapes and the Sheen’s, their never ending benders. Snooki and her talentless rap. Just don’t report it as news, or as anything anyone cares about. Report about them when their dead from the excesses.

Polygamy and the Purple Nipple

January 27, 2011 Leave a comment
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A lot of talk. Streetwise youths are chanting for apathy. Chanting, screaming for their red fringed freedom but what they find when they get home is a bowl full of lentils. Bland suburban existence. Bland flavored granola flavored yogurt. The kids are screaming for someting new, a purple nipple in black and white.

Anything. Something. Rage roils closest to the surface with them. The youth, misguided missiles of self destruction.

God has taken the by way and off the highway. One step, one day closer to Armageddon.

The train ride has it’s share of liars and fraudsters. The train ride is never for the faint of heart but it is for you. Seeker of truth and delusion.

Truth. Beauty.Love. Rubber rooms and rubber pants. It is whatever floats your boat.

Sometimes, verbal diarrhea helps unclog the cerebellum. And sometimes, it takes me down long garden paths where I can find you.

Scelestious flight

January 11, 2011 Leave a comment
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It was some time ago that I boarded this train. Close to 45 years now and it has been rolling along, coming to a few stops here and there. Sometimes dull, but never boring dear reader. Never boring.

In those 45 years of travel, I have tried to understand the ticking’s of man. I have tried to understand humanity, both the good and the bad. The train slows and picks up a few new riders and lets off a few more. Everyone has their story, their faith, but many come blind. They only see themselves, reflected in the window as the landscapes rolls past. Sometimes, there is not much to see, that is true, but then I make my way to other cars on the track, have a drink or two and talk, and listen.

Hemingway was good to talk with. Scary, but I have never forgotten our conversation. He told me that no matter how hard I tried, sometimes it still all came apart at the seams. It is like that sometimes, the conversations go to places that even I would rather shy away from. Kind of like politics. You know you should stay away and not talk about them, but when you do, you’re knee deep in.

Kennedy signed Executive Order 111101 and six months later, he was murdered. How do you like those apples? But that is a topic for late at night, when no-one is listening. And no-one is drinking. It’s about as grassroots as I get folks.

The train is pulling into another station. I can feel the big wheels beginning to slow. I am excited about this station. I can feel the quiver in my bones. Maybe here we will meet again? Maybe here I will take another step forward into my destiny. Maybe I will just grab a soda.