One year ago today: March 28, 2018, everything centers on music.
Five years ago today: March 28, 2014, Adobe sucks.
Nine years ago today: March 28, 2010, a drip in the bucket.
Random years ago today: March 28, 2009, Teresa, the first date.
Here’s what didn’t happen. I did not correctly guess Kayla would be at the “Rusty Unirnal”, so I did not go down there, did not party it up with her, and did not head back to her place to frolic about with reckless abandon. But it would have been interesting. Naw, instead I stayed here for a two hour telephone conversation that left me exhausted. There’s your confirmation that the most important event of the day isn’t always upbeat. Right now, I’m drinking a soda of the flavor cucumber mint. It’s not that bad, and has the effect of really killing your appetite.
But behind the scenes they have changed fundamental laws protecting personal property. It is now allowed only where it does not “harm the public interest”, with both harm and interest being determined by politicians, not the public. This is why my advice is to tie up the least possible amount in such a likely first target [as real estate]. There is not enough time to take out a conventional mortgage. My instinct says the tax system is so corrupt that we should wait out somebody who has to sell.
This won’t mean a mansion, but don’t rule that out. The way the tax law works is to take a chunk out of estates worth over a certain high limit, but that limit gets progressively lower as the politicians get progressively greedy. The tax has to be paid in cash, so it too often means a business like a farm, where the value is determined by real estate, has to be liquidated to pay up. Which destroys the business. Thousands of laws like this in the tax code means it requires an uncommon amount of acumen just to avoid pitfalls. And, as I said back in 1999, a million isn’t really much money any more.
While on the topic of bad politics, allow me to remind us that America is not a two-party system. It has degenerated into that because of the lack of term limits and accountability. The Civil War taught us that the US had a weak central government. But that is because the power was divested in the individual states. The founding fathers understood quite well this system would only work if the population was very well-educated on the matter. A hundred years later, a class of permanent politician arose in America, a class who recognized the situation was ripe for the plucking. Right after controlling the media, the second big thing the ruling class took over was the education system.
The premise is whether or not liberty is rigidly defined as in the Constitution, or whether it is a matter to be changed over time to fit “new circumstances”. Interpreted clearly, liberty is defined along with what the citizen must do to keep it. Those who see liberty as inviolate are your conservatives. Those who say the rules should be changed as the game goes along to ensure their side always wins are progressives. Of the two, I am solidly conservative. I don’t believe freedom is a collection of smaller liberties to be tinkered with. And the bigger the government gets, the more that those individual liberties get gnawed away.
Nor do I believe that the “new circumstances” to which progressives point have really changed at all since around 500 BC. The game is exactly the same and being played by the same sort of people. When they destroy one empire, they move along to the next. Once the revolution is over, there will always emerge a majority of people who need to be led and fed. Because they don’t have the brain power to understand what is going on. The takeover tactics are simple, you keep them arguing with each other until they invite you in to establish law and order. We’re about half-way there. The two-party system has got them into “heated debates” about such “important issues” as climate change and gay rights. They actually believe these are what matters to the country as it twirls down the tubes.
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According to the Internet, the nearest ATM of my bank is 56 miles away in Kentucky. This is nonsense, as JP Morgan has branches everywhere. Hell, they employ 190,000 people. What’s happening is the Internet has changed to where search results hand you back an opinion of how they think you should act. In this instance, it is about bank fees. If I use an incompatible ATM, the fees come to $11, or about a quarter tank of gas. Fortunately, I have and ancient, but still valid printed list of the system. There’s a bank machine over at Kroger’s, maybe three miles away. The directions on the Internet say it will take 51 minutes to drive that distance. If that were true, I’d walk it.
I opted for a cup of tea and a good book instead of Karaoke. The only convenient spot remains the “Rusty Urinal” with the possibility of bumping into Kayla. I usually don’t follow up any type of missed connection, but she did half-proposition things a few times in the hour we were talking. She did it in a way that I could not tell if that was real or just her usual habit. I get a lot of that since I turned 40, thusforth, I can tell the women of the world which approach absolutely does not work with me. It’s to make idle chit-chat until after you discover that I have a house and a car and my own money and, in one case, that I am disease-free, and only then decide we could get along great.
Trust me, I fully understand your motives for approaching me that way, but that comes with a built-in down-side. It sets off an entire array of alarms. It’s not that she’s been around the block, but that she can’t tell a good neighborhood from a bad one. I’m aware I don’t telegraph myself like other men and I prefer the sort of gal that can factor that in. How can I wrap this up? Okay, put it this way. I figure when you see the only well-groomed new man sitting by himself, not watching sports and working the crossword puzzle, you might want to try a different approach than what worked last time.
There’s a wide variance, but the most common offer I get is semi-financial. The angle that it “makes sense” to live together. No, it doesn’t. I don’t need anybody’s help to pay the rent and I don’t have much use for people over a certain age that do, comma, either. FWB works for me, but somebody should have told Theresa I was really an accountant. I know when I’m paying more than my share and I know the quality of the benefits when things taper off too quickly.
ADDENDUM
Blog rules say diet update time. I’ve lost track of the days, but it’s approaching 500. The colder weather here has made things tougher. I’m still on my 1200 calories per day, but despite the additional exercise of walking the dogs a few miles daily, my weight has slightly increased. The diet here is much more organic and vegetarian as well. That does not seem to have helped a bit.
I watched a documentary on ramjets, there is nothing really new and I’m not expecting any breakthroughs. I threw on a DVD, a sci-fi named “Gravity”. These one-word titles are too easy to forget, so this one got missed. I like special effects. This movie breaks no new ground, but it’s off to a good start. I have a question for you, call it trivia. Your mach number is the ratio to the speed of sound. So, the higher the airplane flies at a given speed, other things being equal, the higher the mach number. If you get high enough to where there is no sound, does that mean your mach number is infinite?
