One year ago today: January 15, 2018, annoyance-ware.
Five years ago today: January 15, 2014, a gigantic bulldozer . . .
Nine years ago today: January 15, 2010, worst offender: the NYT.
Random years ago today: January 15, 2008, remember Trader John's?
Another copycat, or in better terms, a plagiarist. This time it is the Markowski guy from Wall Street Watchdog on the radio. As a reminder, I don’t rate simple coverage of a topic as evidence. But when four or five topics are presented with the same viewpoint in the same order, then my gast gets flabbered. He’s lifted my blog words verbatim in several spots concerning the government shutdown and how it is showing a lot of American voters how useless most of the government is. There is no paralysis, except in the liberal media. The airport lines are not really that much longer. (Here is a nice picture of my home entertainment center.
Note the Boss Hogg influence. Turn the volume up full and rip off the knob.
But, since Markowski raises many good points and I can’t be certain he read this blog, I’ll wait to see. Again, it was not the talking points. Most media people are smarter than that. It was the chronological order of the presentation. That’s harder to spot and harder to fake. I think the shutdown should be a real eye-opener to the voting public. If those useless employees are canned, the money for the wall becomes available, and, in an indirect way, Mexico is paying for the wall.
How about that Airbnb squabble. They announced they would not list rooms that belong to anybody who lives on the West Bank. Obviously a political issue, but the Florida governor and his cohorts are bending it into anti-Sematism. TMOR, bear in mind that these government officials are not speaking for the American people and are not compelled to do so in any case. They are spouting off their own views and historically are quick to mislabel any issue that affects Jews as a religious issue. The fact such thing even made the news tells you who is controlling the media.
Cartagena, Bolivia.
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By this photo you can tell we have a bit of cold weather moving in. I finished priming the walls, then drove to the used paint store to discover they are only open Friday and Saturday mornings. That could still work for me, as I’ll be back by Saturday morning in any case. There was a bit of hubbub over Petunia catching a ride with me to JZ’s. The row was over the fact that if she stays overnight, all three of us would be sleeping in the same room. This is not any big deal to us ex-campus people. Don’t quote me on this, but Petunia is not my type. Besides, if they click, they will have plenty of private time when I’m getting my labs done, and as far as the sleeping overnight part, it would not be her first time in a similar setting.
Don’t get me wrong, there are pockets of good people and somebody will always help out. I’m referring to the general social atmosphere for a single man in the area. The place is best described as third-world. The place is taken over by people who largely value the customs of the place they ran away from over traditional American customs. Anybody who thinks diversity is good should have to spend a year in the northwest end. I mean maybe diversity is good down the line, but not here and now. Every empire in history eventually diversified itself out of existence.
ADDENDUM
Okay, I went out last evening to grab some Wifi and that means the old club. The dork Karaoke show was there. It was so bad that I took pity. I put my name in and sang “Fireman” and something else I already forget. Hey, I’m not being braggadocious, the show is so bad without me that I seriously felt sorry, not for the dork, but for the staff and customers. Later, Petunia called to confirm we are leaving at 9:15AM mañana. I would point something out about travel with me. I do not travel so much as I seek adventure. In fact, since I may have to explain this to somebody shortly, let me run over some details.
First, when I say I avoid freeways, there is much more to this than it seems. I drive hundreds of extra miles along the scenic routes, and in Florida, it usually means I’ve taken the road by motorcycle before. I know every mom & pop and they know me. It often takes my company aback how whenever we walk in anywhere, I’m being welcomed back. Actually, I think I know the reason for that. Like most, I tend to hang with people who’s tastes are similar, so they’ll often pick the place they want to stop. Thusforth, to them it seems like I’m well-know at random places. In reality, for places like the Goodwill in Clewiston, I stop there almost every trip.
What further contributes to that illusion is the way I’ll read or type in public when there is nobody around worth talking to. This can happen a lot in Florida, you know. Petunia thinks I’m the solitary type. Wrong, travel is always an adventure because I make it so. That’s the reason I often travel alone is because I can’t find anyone else who can contribute to that. Take JZ, the only time he’s ever been to the Everglades park, thirty miles from where he grew up, was when I insisted and paid for the gas and food and took my car. Travel by itself provides mostly the backdrop, adventure has to be injected and an inquisitive mind helps immensely.
This trip is entirely along familiar trails, so there are two planned stops. Lake Placid and Clewiston, each an hours distance apart. The café on Interlaken and Common Grounds for toast and coffee. I don’t know Petunia much, but the stop in Clewiston includes the Goodwill, so I’ll be watching how she reacts to that. You can tell a lot about a person by how they thrift shop. Check in later for details. Allow me to add that none of this is certain, because I’ve heard rumors that Petunia has a little trouble keeping appointments.
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