One year ago today: September 2, 2024, scrambled grits.
Five years ago today: September 2, 2020, brunch at the Blues.
Nine years ago today: September 2, 2016, solid and calm.
Random years ago today: September 2, 2006, I encounter HB-1s,
Here’s one for you, one of my custom filters looks for housing price drops and from years ago one specified $100,000. I cut and paste it to, by accident, Gab instead of Zillow. What? Eighty-five hits? Then I saw it. Those are not house prices but Democrat voter registrations. From what I gather that’s a crisis, let me count how many states report a drop since the deportations and removal of dead voters. Wow, 28 states, including all the Democrat strongholds. Oh well, it’s always been said that political party has always been one fair election away from extinction. And that event is looming fast.
I like that, ‘archrival’ as in Batman vs. whatever, but more as in nemesis. Unlike the ‘net, I prefer what is not trending. And there is another unplanned aspect of this air tank. When connected to a brad nailer, it is very efficient. I’ve built entire sections of fence in Tennessee filling this tank once. So there from the blog that dares.
This just in, Trump is kicking all non-citizens off food stamps, and able bodied adults whose kids are in school must show 20 hours of work performed each week. Hmmm, I may hire some of them, know what I mean? To build boxes, what else. For a synopsis of the changes slated for October 1, see below. And silver has finally broke past $40, I’m watching like a hawk.
News from Britain, immigrant cars are being torched and a “massive” East Indian community center has been burned the ground. As usual, the Brits are unorganized and unprepared but once they get over that, the bad guys will be sorry. Six members of Germany’s largest opposition party, the one gaining in the polls, have died right before the elections this month.
Problem for me, a repercussion from the physio, same as last time four years ago. One the sessions stop, I hit some doldrums. This time, I know what’s happening, so I lined up some movies I’ve never seen and books I’d like to re-read. And keep up with my ever-popular snarky reviews. I have an update on the crazy lady tale, “No One Cares”. The plot has finally started moving though lacking originality. Now we have the mystery second son and the coma but not the amnesia yet. I’m watching a classic favorite, “Remo Williams”, and if I can find it, I’ve never seen “Cowboys and Aliens” (I’ve seen parts).
Punta Catalina.
($288 million power plant, Dominican Rep.)
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Here is the offering of today, that is, everything I got done to show. These two utility boxes as I’ve decided to slice up some plywood I have not used in years. Either by coincidence or by Golden Ratio, these boxes fit into a small shelve I salvaged in the corner of the kitchen by the hallway door. Shown before and after the addition of knobs, a.k.a. drawer pulls. Turns out I have twice as many of these as I thought.
That’s when I got to the shed and finished these two boxes. You see, if I did not accomplish something extra, I was in danger of being categorized as a do-nothing TV watcher, the second laziest group in America. Mind you, I understand it takes a minimum of 20 years non-stop daily addiction to really attain the “Master Sofa Spud” title. That’s the thing about getting things done—there are two types of people with very little in between. Ha, that is a thought that has crossed my mind, that most people who walked into my life and saw the fifty unfinished projects around here would draw the idiot-favored conclusion.
I’ve slated another rehearsal with Jack the Drummer. He is very keen to be playing out and I can use all the help available trying to find any gigs in Winter Haven. It has a fixed music community of both clubs and bands. I don’t normally record jams as they are very “leaky” with information, with people always hold cameras up to the stage. It’s no big deal, just a precaution. But probably 9/10s of my hamming in Central Florida has been in that town. Most people I know over there is to see them only. Nothing in common except music.
ADDENDUM
art of the “beautiful” bill passage is the total cleanup of Democrat-brand welfare dependency. Working Americans have hated free handouts for ages, particular to able-bodied adults. I have never bought the story that they cannot find work, the problem is mainly that [net] welfare pays more than some jobs because you don’t have to spend (a quarter of your takehome) money on a car to get there. Here are the highlights:
a) No more declaring cable, phone, and Internet as household expenses.Most feel the system did not go far enough. There are over 40 million people collecting this form of welfare. Restricting soft drinks and candy while giving free money to Puerto Rico isn’t the fairest of games. Also, remember the “no tax on overtime” affair? Do be careful, it is only the overtime that is tax-free. The base amount remains taxable.
b) Compulsory job training 80 hrs month up to age 64.
c) Foreign nationals kicked off the program.
d) Utility allowance only for elderly and disabled.
Yet, this is not something to underestimate. Such overtime would have changed the course of my life. Nearly a third of the taxes I’ve paid in my time ($512,000) was from overtime. I essentially quit doing overtime in 1991 because take-home amounted to peanuts. I kept records but not for this factor. I estimate I paid $144,000 in twelve years of overtime. I was born working class and had no way to avoid working for as much as I could. I envied the rich who had the resources to sit around and wait for one or two big hits in their lives.
I’m reminded of this jerk on my old crew, Pedro Chu. He was oriental, but as the name implies, he was from Peru. Listless and not a popular co-worker, he showed up for work about ten years, banking every penny because he lived with his parents in Westlawn. Now, he finally quit in 1992 to go sell real estate. The rest of the crew snickered, probably because he lacked any personality for sales, and I chortled myself—until I figured it out. He had worked just long enough to buy two houses and possibly pay them off. In those days, we were taking home $4,000 per month, twice the average in the area.
If he paid no rent, and he was certainly no party person, he could have pulled it off. You need two houses on the market [that you own] to really play the real estate game, I had that figured out. I never liked the guy and was amused how a couple years after he quit, he regularly sent everyone in the old department a business card every few months. Then stopped, I remember that was November 1994. Everybody said he’d failed and went belly up and would be begging for his old job back. And I kind of would have laughed, but I mean the guy really disappeared and it was probably a few really big hits that paid off.
For the record, the EBT (food stamp) rules do not apply to native American Indians, the laziest group of people in modern history. Most have never worked a day in their lives and receive up to $30,000 per month per member tax free for life. True, that’s just one tribe, but so what? There are a lot of Americans, including myself, that would like to see that bullshit stopped. Enough is enough. If Trump, in fact, cuts off Section 8 and EBT, he will be exceedingly popular to the taxpayers, who are still a majority. Even if they don't see much for themselves, there is a sense of justice kicking non-workers out on their tushes.
You see, the abuse and laziness is very obvious, plus we see the downfall of old-fashioned political correctness. This held back most criticism of welfare cases because they would shame you for picking on the unfortunate. Well, they are no longer viewed that way. Every working man I know hates the welfare system in America. This may be hard for non-Americans to follow, but the danger to the welfare industry is that people will notice there is no backlash, that the lazy simply have to return to work, also slashing those "jobs Americans won't do". The one thing the left does NOT want anyone to see is how easy it was to fix the problem.
For the record, the EBT (food stamp) rules do not apply to native American Indians, the laziest group of people in modern history. Most have never worked a day in their lives and receive up to $30,000 per month per member tax free for life. True, that’s just one tribe, but so what?
