One year ago today: March 28, 2016, Arcadia, Florida.
Five years ago today: March 28, 2012, Howard’s book.
Nine years ago today: March 28, 2008, the end of tape decks.
Random years ago today: March 28, 2014, my first failed memory circuit.
Here’s the bumper car training school for the next generation of Miami drivers. Note the semblance to I-95 at rush hour. I’m surprised there are not Geico ads on the pillars. I was tempted to go for a ride but I was 20 pounds over the weight limit. This is the children’s area of the county fair as you exit the grounds.
I stayed up late and calibrated the robot lasers, both of which are too dim to use outdoors in daylight. For starters, I will level the sill plate of the front of the building, then see how close to level that makes the interior. This is delicate work, so I had a movie on DVD to pass the time. The story is called Valkyrie, the rather slanted version of one of the Stauffenberg assassination attempt on Hitler. The movie tries to cram every fake rumor the British propaganda cooked up into the few brief appearances he makes in the movie.
Most of these portrayals have been debunked, but they are still the version taught in American textbooks. Even where it contradicts itself, such as the concept that being a vegetarian is a worthy lifestyle—except when Hitler did it. Same with having a military escort, being surrounded by sycophants, and flying into a rage when his orders were disobeyed. Somehow these ordinary situations of wartime conditions become evil, but it leaves one with a suspicion about our own side. As far as we know, everything Hitler said or did had its counterpart on the Allied side—except assassination attempts. Hmmm. Are we to believe nobody ever tried to kill Stalin, or Churchill? Or George S. Patton? I’m certain of it, somebody must have tried to shoot Patton. And don’t tell me Monty didn’t have to surround himself with goons. I’m just sayin’.
Last day I featured a link to Guns & Roses, the rock band. Why? Usually there is no reason, the photos are chosen by what piqued my interest. Ahem, the astute reader is undoubtedly impressed by the immense spectrum of my appetite for novelty. Where was I? Oh yeah, this time, I was looking at one of their hits. Remember “Sweet Child of Mine”? My view of that one is a perfectly good song ruined by an excessive application of unrelated guitar cacophony at the end. It starts off mellow and I acknowledge the formula they were pursuing with that.
Yet as soon as the sweetness and lyrics end the rest of the number is a mess. I’m so distracted by 30 seconds of that shrieking hack guitar that I’ve never listened to the entire song. And don’t get me wrong—while I don’t like the attitude of most guitar players, I totally appreciate good guitar music. I also know noise when I hear it. Give the tune another listen and see if you can pick out the parts I can adapt to bass solo work. Maybe I could use the nice part of this song as a medley bit.
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This strange photo is up the street from JZ’s condo. Note that his complex is the last in the entire area that has not been bought out for new construction. I had to laugh at this scene because the two half-arch pillars are some kid of decorative entry gate. But I’ll tell you what it reminds me of. You know those National Geographic pictures of the mud-hut villages in Africa? How the entryway is two big elephant tusks? Ha, that’s the impression I get.
You know how I just love taking advantage of the situation where the other guy has $30k available on his credit cards, but can’t come up with a lousy $500 in cash. These elements have presented themselves to me. Tell you what, I’ll describe three business ventures and you decide which one is best.
√ Agt. R has barn-sized storage and a ton of gear that just needs a little sandblasting and polish to become “antiques”. He’s got more gear than the robot club but does not have the resources, patience, or inclination to both sell the goods and replace them. I mentioned that estate sale I saw in Ft. Meade back in December, at which point he casually mentioned he knows the lady in town here who registers the estates when the owner dies. (I once made the mistake of not going partners with the guy who eventually became the west coasts largest estate furniture dealer. The bottom line is I could probably buy most estates of a similar size in borderline-extinct towns like Bowling Green.)
√ Since I have this place outright, I have a standing offer in with my real estate lady should a property come along that is convertible to small rental units. Because there aren’t any in this area. The nearest thing is a four-unit old house over on Oak that I call the Alamo. And they demand a one-year lease. This is a business I know and I’ve had it in mind for a while—and buying season starts in another month. There are no short-term rentals in this entire area. That’s excepting the few “rooms” for rent and if you’ve ever done that, well, it sucks.
√ There is gold in the Peace River and the scuttlebutt is that three men working a dredge on a daily basis can net $800 per day between them. That’s $266 each which compares favorably with any above-ground jobs in this vicinity. It was not that long back that I investigated a neat little power dredge setup. It attached on a small pontoon float on the side of your boat. It’s a one-man operation and he has to wade out into that stone-cold water with a vacuum nozzle. The manufacturer claims it does the work of six men, and $4,800 per day buys a lot of warm underwear.
“Failure is not an option—it comes
bundled with Android.”
Here’s a nice sign at the Thrift in Ft. Meade. No swearing in any “languish”. That’s the caliber of immigrant the liberals have been letting into the country since the 70s. That’s so their equally liberal brats can complain years later that there are no entry-level jobs left. Duh. My list of six guitarists is cut in half already, and two of those have not called back. That’s show biz. One of them is from way up north of the next town, and while I’m not ruling anything out, what is the guy thinking?
While the club does not approve business arrangements, it does allow for learning. I have not replaced the 110V MIG welder and it has the same price tag as the desktop sandblasting unit. When I tried to learn welding, I set my pants cuffs on fire. Both of them. If I can learn too operate the sandblaster, that would justify the purchase. However, the requirement for a large air compressor is one of those setups that rings alarms with the robot regulations.
At the library I attempted to find that book written about the poverty profile, but it was too long ago. What I do remember about the case is that it was right up and down the chain, every bureaucrat and government paycheck-collecting asshole in Washington State took the word of some lying mall cop over the accused. This was in the 80s. They colluded to set up the wrong guy. When they found the real culprit, it was too late. The guy they shafted died of a heart attack the day before he was about to win his civil case for like, $10 million. Serious money back then.
Titan, that was the poor guy’s name. That’s when I lost all faith in authority. The entire “criminal justice system” railroaded they guy by consistently “preferring” the testimony of their own over other witnesses and facts. Later, the whole lot closed ranks and denied any personal responsibility. Each claimed their branch had made no procedural errors. This is, of course, bullshit. They necessarily had to have individually conspired on a departmental scale to pull it off. Today, they should be convicted felons. Instead, they remain untouched. The leader of the pack was some broad named “Brassiere”.
Mr. Trump, here’s an area where you could do some real good. I was surprised to learn that people in prison who are found innocent from new evidence are not automatically released. Or what about that guy who had to keep on making court-ordered support payments after DNA showed it wasn’t his kid? Is that not theft by the claimant? Don’t hand me the line that she merely guessed wrong. There are too many instances where the mother decides the one with the highest-paying job is the father. The police already have all the power and laws they require, all they need do is enforce them properly.
ADDENDUM
I can explain. I don’t mention Trump much any more because now he is a politician and not a businessman. Or maybe it is that the balance has tipped into the area of politics which bores me. I view politics at best as an obstacle that one works slightly at all the time to get around. But follow it, like on the news? Not me. I’m indifferent about health care reform, I would love to see tax reform, and most of all, I’d welcome welfare reform. Having said that, I’ve lived in other countries that have the tax-welfare-government triad and let me assure you, it isn’t pretty.
After around the third generation that income tax is established, it barely collects enough to pay for itself. But it becomes absolutely necessary as a means to control the population. Honest people’s greatest fear is being audited by the tax department, and rightfully so as it becomes an arm of the establishment’s political enforcement. It is no coincidence that Trump and other reformers are targeted the moment they become serious contenders. I remain of the opinion that income tax is nothing more than the way you keep files on people in an otherwise free society. And there is only one reason anybody would do that.
You see, nobody cares about the putz at the bottom of the food chain. The general mood [amongst taxpayers] is that nobody who is physically capable of work should be receiving any kind of assistance. And they are the majority of voters. Sure, you’ll get the English-style squealing when you tug at the tit, but now is the time to roll back welfare entitlements. Nobody gets anything until they’ve been a taxpayer for 15 consecutive years, “single” women get cut off when they cohabitate, and welfare benefits must decline if these women bear more children while already on assistance. (To bear children while on welfare is the height of irresponsible parenting.) There are dozens of such tactics that can tighten up the ropes without any popular backlash. Except from Whoopie, that incredibly ugly black man who so badly needs a haircut.
Yeah, it’s tough, but mainly it is tough on the minds of leftards who are not paying for it themselves. Remember Proposition 13 in California when they cut off the welfare? Gee, the recipients all went back to work. Fancy that. There is an unconsidered aspect, probably because it gets drowned by the screaming, it’s the idiots who say not that much money is spent of welfare. Nonsense. They are not considering the big picture. If you add in the money saved by dismantling the entire handout system—including wholesale firing all “social workers”—the savings are immense. And better still, no fallout.
What about all the unemployment this would cause in the civil service? Ha, it would give them time to consider their stances on immigration. Just maybe they’ll prove smart enough to realize the jobs they’ve been giving away for decades were the ones they would one day need themselves. That would not bother the scruples of anybody I know.
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