A couple news items draw my comments today; although this is not a civic information blog, there are sometimes remarkable parallels. One is a Time Magazine article on high-speed trains. Read it and decide who asked the questions first, them or me. Define high-speed, and what good is a train’s top end if it stops at every cowtown? It’s clear dozens of special-interest pressure groups are committed to wrecking the whole concept.I’ve stated the conditions I’ll take the train to California, which include only if the trip takes no more than twelve hours non-stop and both ends are downtown with access to rapid transit. Uneducated people will always think it a personal slight because you don’t want to pull into Hicksville. Actually, I do have something against them—there is no excuse for being uneducated these days.
Another current issue is a personal favorite: deflation. I have utterly no problem with that, and I don’t care to listen to credit junkies who do. For the good of millions, thousands of inefficient small businesses must die, dammit. That is the way you get rid of roaches. I think the true problem is not rising prices, but credit-based purchase decisions. My pet example is the $600 lawn mower. Nobody in their right mind would buy one for cash, it isn’t worth it, but some jerk with a credit card will take two. Then next month it is $620 as the seller tests the limit of consumer gullibility.
Aging boomers, finally threatened by looming retirement, are not buying as many overpriced products. Who’d a thunk it? Recession is merely another way of saying the price is too high. It is only the businesses whose model depends on spendthrift that are squealing like stuck pigs. These bozos have to be replaced by leaner, faster outfits with fair prices. That means deflation, a word that terrorizes bad managers and even badder politicians. Besides, anybody headed for a fixed pension should welcome deflation. As inflation erodes wealth, deflation increases wealth for those with steady income. Choose sides carefully, as it will get hard to change horses after you hit 55.
Still no good news from Arizona, but I’m waiting. My stance is clear. If you agree with having millions of criminals (illegal aliens) in this country, then pay for them yourself. But the minute you abuse your voting rights to dig into the public purse, you are scum for attacking the law-abiding. No matter how noble your words, you are no better than a thief. Your hypocritical arguments and stupid protests won’t impress anyone as long as you advocate the use of other people’s money for your pet causes.
Remember that Arizona is not breaking the law. The laws already exist, but the Federal government has failed to enforce them. Arizona is merely giving local police the mandate to do so. The Feds were not protecting citizens from a massive foreign invasion as is their sworn duty. The situation cannot be resolved without mentioning the word “Mexican”, so get over it. If it means expelling 30 million illegals, remember that we can hardly afford not to. Chumps of the world read my lips: that is why it is called a border. A fifth of the Mexican population has already run across it.
In case it ever happens, I have been promised a “very important” involvement in an upcoming documentary movie, a true seven-year story to which I am one of only two witnesses. All the factual records required were digitally processed by moi. I’m again counting eggs, not chickens. But keep yer eyes wide open on this one.
[Author's note 2015-07-30: the authoress of that said book, for whom I transcribed logs of "incidents", vanished. Not a trace. She has not contacted anyone. And at her request, I only had her number on my cell phone, which was stolen at the library. And at her request I did not keep any copies of the logs. Sorry if that inconveniences anyone, but when I say no copies, it means no copies. Still, she was such a darling, I wonder whatever happened to her. I like to think she has just gone away into hiding. I am okay with that.]
For now, I’d be satisfied to know why they don’t make AA and AAA batteries the same length. Not size, length. Go figure. Oh yeah, some trivia. Everyone knows that an acre of land is the amount an ox could plow between dawn and noon. But what is the significance of the ox? Twofold. The ox can only work till noon, then has to be let out to pasture the rest of the day. Great concept. And poorer land is sandier, therefore easier to plow, making the acre larger to compensate for the poorer yield. Nap time.
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