One year ago today: November 14, 2023, the shoes are noisy.
Five years ago today: November 14, 2019, join a union.
Nine years ago today: November 14, 2015, womderfully addicting.
Random years ago today: November 14, 1982, not enough time . . .
Finally, word from the Kaiser. He's in town and off this weekend. I will corner him for brunch and get the low-down who is booking what downtown. Much as Broadway in Nashville no longer represents the heart of country, it's present status as a tourist trap means that's where the work is. Long after your music act is perfected, the challenge becomes getting past the wannabes blocking the way. And I emphasize the word act, music by itself is about half the show. The few working musicians I know have long since abandoned downtown as a money-maker and moved to recording, where at least there is a chance. However, I'm banking they may still have contacts.
Trump's surge forward with appointments sends a clear signal. The Democrats bellow his choices will cancel out years of departmental skill and training--without realizing that is the corruption Trump wants to uproot. Their "skill and training" are no longer relevant to public needs and in fact infuriate the public with their nonsense. The civil service has degenerated into a mob that no longer serves the public. Loyal only to paycheck & pension and totally concerned with office politics rather than job performance. Trump is purposely choosing people loyal to his cause, which is precisely what is needed. Bureaucrats think they can block changes by making it impossible to unscramble the egg. But along comes Trump and empties out the kitchen and brings in new chefs who don't give a damn about their careers.
Hence the constant MSM coverage of the dread in DC. While these bureaucrats will use every bit of civil service privileges they's granted themselve over the past 40 years, the President can fire almost any bureaucrat that was not elected. That could slice 97% of the jobs, and the DOGE (Department of Government Efficiency) says it is not even going to audit the Education Department. The teachers and their union would, they say, be a waste of money to investigate. That's a low blow, they had best say bye-bye. The best recent news remains Trump's statement that Republicans that oppose his policies will soon be out of a job. This old method may be a Democrat standard, but it's new to the RINO bunch.
Poi, worst food ever.
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I made up a week's supply of dog food during an all-afternoon rain storm. It's more fun than I though listening to the Trump appointments. Libtards screaming his choices have no experience or aptitude. The same people who appointed men in dresses. Nothing to report today, I took the big dog along for some chasing around, then later stopped at Shooters for nightcap. Forgetting I was in Nashville and they have entertainment, I was content to sit at the bar and do some scribbling when I notice this lady in tall white cowboy boots scoping me. I bit heavy duty for me but she seemed nice. Anyhow, twenty minutes later the jockey notices me from the stage and calls me up. Winding my way through the tables, as I get to the stage guess who is just finishing?
She hears me mention to the jockey Johnny Cash and instantly "Jackson" was on her mind. Would I sing with her? Sure, I never turn down ladies in white cowboy boots, at least not so far. Like many who get to Nashville, she was just shy of being star material, but we certainly have what it takes to crank out a pro show on the east end of town. Fantastic, she quickly spotted I knew the Johnny Cash intonations and did her own superb June Carter rendition. What a show. But I was already zonk tired when I walked in, When she sat down with a table of more people like herself and I had not the energy for more than a quick hello.
The matter here was that I was jotting down some serious numbers, which I have no trouble doing in noisy places. You might find this curious because, if you've been following along for a few years, you'll know my own planning can put me in a pickle. Mind you, it is not the stupid kind of pickle that arises for those who don't plan. I learned in accounting school to plan to live until age 92, even if, like myself, you are not likely to make it. It has to do with factors that come into play after your 72nd birthday and I'm now thinking I might just make it that far. I'll pause for the cheering to die down, but the situation I'm dealing with is that although the goal is 92, the majority of my long-term planning stops at 72. All the retirement references you may have read here were largely based on reaching that age, then winding down,
That no longer seems reasonable. Nothing spells that out better than how I'm now investing again. And investing in a climate I do not like, where these millennians seem to think they've invented something new by putting the old on a computer. A better idea, if they want my business, is to have somebody in the office that knows the terms for everything before they got smart-ass about it. I'm fed up with reading on-line investment sites that never mention the words capital, equity, expenses, or return on investment.
