Regular readers know I am not openly supporting any Presidential candidate (except, of course, Joe Maddon – the Chicago Cubs manager, on my sidebar!🙂 – bumper stickers for charity! )
So, I’ve been observing the machinations and mewlings of the candidates as a distracted observer. With an airline barf bag at-the-ready!
An interesting side note on this (and most recent) elections, is the degree of partisanship that continues to appear. For example: YOUR candidate said “X” so many years ago (a crude statement), therefore they do not deserve to be President! Completely ignoring the high crimes and misdemeanors perpetrated by their own candidate! A crime being stronger than an inappropriate statement.
Now we have a recent debate (which, again, I refused to watch) wherein Mr. Trump made a number of provocative statements, including if he were President, Secretary Clinton would be in jail!
One would have to be wearing blinders and earplugs to not understand the meaning behind such a statement had to do with her alleged actions involving thousands of confidential government emails and perhaps non-actions involving the deaths @ Benghazi. (The sale of uranium to Russia and the misdeeds of The Clinton Foundation notwithstanding!)
But depending on your party affiliation, you might choose to make Mr. Trump dictatorial and conclude his statement was a blanket declaration to imprison all those who differ with his policies.
And ignore the crimes of your own candidate.
Of course, as oft repeated by Bill O’Reilly*, holding up another’s bad acts do not serve to justify one’s own!
“THEY did it!, so I get to!”
*I used to enjoy watching Mr. O’Reilly, until he began parsing the Second Amendment and stating ‘assault weapons’ (whatever THEY are) should be banned. Then, I stopped watching him. I view him as a populist, saying what ‘the people’ want to hear (not unlike Mr. Trump. Huey Long?). Except, O’Reilly has slightly better filter than Mr. Trump!)
I became a libertarian (small L) back in 1976. While I registered and voted many times for the party’s candidates, I never actually joined the national party.
Initially, it was because of lack of funds.
Now, it’s for other reasons.
(from Wirecutter, a fellow-traveler)
On Friday, Brian Doherty of the Libertarian flagship publication Reason scolded me, and by extension anyone else who has been turned off by some of the Johnson-Weld ticket’s public statements, that we were placing more importance on “the attitude stuff related to culture war issues about discrimination and guns” than on the really crucial issues of “spending or budgets or the growth of government.”
Then on Monday, Gary Johnson came out in favor of—drumroll, please—a carbon tax to fight global warming.
The Libertarian party lost my vote the moment Johnson picked Bill Weld as his running mate. Weld has a proven record of suppressing the People’s Rights when he was governor of Massachusetts. Disarming Americans or placing any type of restrictions on any of our God given Rights is not what I thought the Libertarians were about.
Between Bill Weld, who has waffled almost more than Donald Trump, and a belief in the global warming scam (coupled with a TAX!), I believe the national libertarian party to be a shadow of it’s former self.
The Libertarians of the 1970’s wouldn’t even consider voting for such tripe!
Now comes the big question – do I vote Libertarian Statist, or for one of the other two major party Fascists?
Perhaps it’s time to consider that Cub’s manager again? Couldn’t do much worse…
PS – Is it the nature of political parties (as it seems to be with governments) to begin all pie-eyed and wondrous in their principles, only to become perverted by corruption and reality? I had such hope for the Libertarians…
I hope to update today’s quote, funny and beauty later.
(Things appear to have been resolved. We now take you back to the original blog, which is already in progress…)
(Here we are, revisiting a common theme in this blog. It’s as if they are not listening!)
I was fully prepared (okay, 85% prepared) to post last night for today, as this morning I was to be occupied during my blogging time-frame. Another medical procedure. Sigh.
Another endoscopy. A camera-down-the-throat (and biopsy) to see the ‘progress’ of my esophageal erosion due to chronic acid reflux. Which might lead to cancer and/or surgery.
Otherwise, I probably wouldn’t be doing it!
This was set-up by my primary physician, as she saw I was suffering from this condition, and wanted to see the progression of the disease.
SO…I was referred to a specialist who saw me six weeks ago, and scheduled this procedure. One day, outpatient, a few hours. Roomie J will be driving, as I will be rendered unconscious by propofol (the Michael Jackson drug) for the procedure.
Last time I had this done, the clinic-de-jour called me (and sent me a letter) a month in advance to ask me questions about medical power-of-attorney, organ donation, that kind of icky stuff. And advised me there would be an intake charge. Up front.
I was grateful for the heads-up, as being on disability I don’t have lot’s of spare cash lying around for unexpected expenses. I still wasn’t thrilled at the charge, of course.
But this time, the different facility (I changed doctors as the previous guy seemed to want to get as much Medicare money out of me as possible) had not called or sent a letter. I assumed (NEVER do that – D. Brown) that if there were a charge, they would bill me.
They called me yesterday afternoon at 1630 hours (I was to be at the hospital at 0700 this morning) and advised me there would be a charge of over one hundred dollars! They would not bill me, and if I didn’t have the funds, I would have to reschedule!
Of course, I don’t have the money. And the caller had NO IDEA why I was upset, that this was in the very least an inconvenience and poor customer service!
THEN, she hung-up on me!
But not before telling me to reschedule I had to call my specialist’s office – THEY couldn’t do that! At 1630 in the afternoon.
(I did rant, but used no foul language.)
Fortunately, my doctor’s office was still open.
SO…it’s been rescheduled for August 16.
PS – While I was writing this, the hospital called to see where I was. I advised them of yesterday’s conversation and the rescheduling. Must I do everything?
Because I’m more a follower… (sigh)
Tamara and Borepatch took the test. So I was compelled to follow…
Your English Vocabulary Size is:
★★★ Top 6.08%
Your vocabulary is at the level of professional white-collars in the US!
Apparently, my blog-building/copying graphics
ability is not as refined! Please visit Tam (which you should already be doing, regardless!)
to use her link to take the test, should you so desire…
Don’t let old people vote:
GQ Magazine went all out
, producing: “WE SHOULD BAN OLD PEOPLE FROM VOTING”. Writing about “them” as if the older generations are some foreign species, the reasons given by the author included:
“The EU referendum result will have less effect on older people”; “Over 65s read the Daily Mail”; “There was no ‘golden age’ of Britain”; and “We take pensioners’ driving licences away… why not their right to vote?”
It’s time for the Government to dissolve the People and elect a new one …
When did a men’s ‘fashion’ magazine begin taking it upon itself to dictate public policy ideas? And, why should I care?
Gol’ darn young whippersnappers!
Obviously, useful idiots of Lenin will suffer more, if they cannot get more freebies from government. And, as they will live longer (in their nice, fashionable clothes) it only stands to ‘reason’ that they want the old folks disenfranchised…
Didn’t they ever see Logan’s Run? Don’t they realize one day they will get old?
So, no indictment will be recommended by the FBI to the DOJ of presumable candidate (former) Secretary of State Hillary Clinton.
This is my shocked face.
The FBI Director’s statement regarding ‘no intent’, of course is bogus. Petraeus had no intent. The Espionage statute specifically says intent is not required.
The fix is in.
The Clinton Machine, and their ill-gotten millions, remain in force.
And the only other real choice is a populist demagogue.
Be Afraid, America!
Federal Law Title 18 Section 2071
Pay no attention to the federal statute above, or the serial rapist behind the curtain!
All we have left is the Libertarian Party. And they’ll be lucky to get 1.5% of the popular vote!
It’s a cereal; it’s a board game. A defunct television series.
It also is what it is.
My favorite line from the James Bond books, is ‘M’ (the head of MI-6, Admiral Sir Miles Meservy) telling Bond when he complains about receiving an assignment change, “Things change, 007.”
And that might be one definition of Life. Things changing.
Of course, the best part are the good changes – grand nieces ascending from 6th Grade, and another graduating High School. Others having birthdays. A dear friend’s birthdays and their elder daughter getting her doctorate!
That dear friend (Bob Hall) being unable to be present for his daughter’s doctoral degree.
Daily dealing with issues regarding aging, illness and finances – both my roommate and I.
Friends, relatives and acquaintances becoming severely ill. Some almost certainly in their way out, others hanging-in-there, but…?
And some already gone. More than I ever expected.
Even some leaving voluntarily, but still present. Apparently, friends no longer. :-(
“Things change, Guffaw.”
I haven’t needed a fictional intelligence department head to tell me.
I already know.
Things are as they are.
This just in. Ray Carter passed this morning.
Puts my whining in perspective.
…or at least equal opportunity for yuck!
I’m speaking about equal opportunity for MEN here.
I’ve been taking out the trash and the garbage my entire life! Or, at least since I was able to walk, lift and receive an allowance.
My sister? Nope. And SHE, too, received an allowance.
Why the disparity? I AM MALE!
Don’t you know – IT’S THE JOB OF THE MAN (OR BOY) TO TAKE OUT THE TRASH!
How do we know this? Every woman – starting with my Mother and stepmother – said so!
And subsequent girlfriends and even the (now ex) wife!
And currently my female roommate!
WHAT’S UP WITH THAT?
Everyone in the house makes trash and garbage. I don’t mind sharing the duty necessary to get it to the dumpster. But, when did it become solely the purview of the MALE?
I tried the argument that if there were gender-specific jobs that she should take care of the house and make the meals and do the wash.
That didn’t go over so well…
And I also received the counter-argument that they had to suffer childbirth and other things feminine. As if I created women to be that way!
It’s an argument with a woman.
Men lose, automatically.
Hot, crusty, cheesy, pepperoni…no WAIT!🙂
I like symmetry. Things that go together, in balance.
A woman with a huge, uh, chest area, doesn’t appeal to me. The same goes for the bottom area.
IF the rest of her doesn’t match!
(And I don’t like Kardashians just on that principle!)
(I’m speaking in generalities here – please don’t write angry missives.)
I LOVE PIZZA! Probably too much.
Many folks have moved here (the Valley of the Sun) from New York and Chicago. And Connecticut!
And started their pizza places. Some quite yummy!
My all-time favorite is RED DEVIL. Started in 1960 by the Digeno family, their Margherita-style thin crust pizza is the BEST. With quality, savory sauce and toppings. Sadly, my roomie thinks their crust is too tough, and the location near us is not of the same quality as the original. :-(
But, it all goes together.
In search of ‘other’ pizza, we sometimes try other places around the Valley (when we have money). We have found some that were pretty good. Brooklyn V’s, owned by a NY couple and her ex-husband(?!) in Gilbert is pretty good. And reasonably priced. And the cannoli and tiramasu are to die for! Good crust, quality toppings – but (for me) the sauce is meh. No ZIP! Not even savory. Ketchup.
We only go there when J. has a medical procedure in the East Valley, and we have money, anyway…
Recently, we found a long time Valley favorite, Spinato’s. Ken and Elaine Spinato came to the Phoenix area and opened their business in 1974. From Chicago. The thin crust is to die for. And they don’t skimp on the quality toppings.
But (again) with the sauce! Slightly sweet, and no spice! MEH!
It must all go together!
If only RED DEVIL would share their sauce recipe! Or Tommy’s on Dunlap (long out-of-business)…
The search continues, both for the perfect pizza and the perfect woman.
(Of course, I’m broke until the 20th, so the search will have to wait! Both pizza and women require money. Wait – that didn’t come out right…)
Great, just like reading Brigid, now I’m hungry! Hoist on my own pizza…
(FTC – I pay for my own pizza. Get your own!)