Thursday, November 06, 2008
The New Deal...
11/06/2008
Okay, the election is over and we have a history making President-Elect. While I do not agree with a whole crap-load of what he “says” he will do, Barrack Obama will be my President and I will respect him.
I told a very liberal friend (so liberal he has to left hands) last night just how very proud I am of this country’s voters taking “race” out of the race. While racists will be around forever, most likely, they are a dying breed. We are moving beyond this abominable BS and becoming one – The Human Race. Perhaps one day Martin Luther King’s dream will come true. It certainly looks like we have a good start. He would have had as many tears on his cheeks as Jessie Jackson did listening to President-Elect Obama’s speech on Election Night.
So, it is time to heal the wounds of the very long election campaign and unite as one people under one flag and under our President.
And that is all I have to say about that…
Monday, November 03, 2008
Tomorrow It Will All Be Over...
11/03/2008
Six months ago I told a small group of people I would be voting for Barrack Obama. I wanted to place a vote for an African-American for President. To me, the time was right, and I was and am very proud of my country for finally putting race aside and selecting a person for this office based on the person, not ethnicity. Me, a registered Republican with Independent leanings, would vote for a black man. I was more than serious about this. It was my intention to do it.
Well, things change. Call me a flip-flopper, but it did not work out. I made a mistake and really began to listen to what the man had to say, and it caused me great concern. So much so, he blew it. I could not vote for someone I believe doesn’t have a clue as to what he is doing.
Case and point: one part of the Obama plan that scares me, and there is most definitely more than one, is this thing about 95% of working families getting a tax cut (basically welfare). He wants to give a “tax credit” to people who do not pay any income tax at all. Where would this tax credit come from? FICA and MEDI, that’s where. These folks who pay nothing in income taxes would get a tax credit (reward, aka welfare) for payroll taxes withheld by their employers. Why in the hell this has not outraged those drawing Social Security, I cannot comprehend? It’s nuts, and he also wants to remove another, get this, 17 million workers from having to pay any income taxes. For one about to begin to draw Social Security, it causes me a great deal of concern. Don’t get me started on the “redistribution of wealth” thing? That one won’t be pretty, at all.
You all can tell I am not a brilliant man, but to me, this is double talk. If 95% of American workers get a tax reduction – provided they make less than $250,000, $200,000, $150,000 or $120,000, depending on which day you listened to Obama or Biden speeches, who the hell will pay for all of the old timers drawing SS and Medicare.
The top 5% of earners cannot support this country, especially when we are neck deep in National Debt that both parties – Dems and Repubs – are responsible for. The Republicans did not get us in this mess alone. And God knows the Democrats did nothing to get us out of it. Economy be damned (where is Rev. Wright when you need him?), when there is a Presidency at stake. Why do anything when the ultimate prize lay there waiting, if we can just hold short of a depression we may get control of the big three.
I rant on. I have voted already, and wholeheartedly encourage you to do the same, whatever your persuasion may be. Mine went to the other Democrat running for the office, and that did not make The Nancy happy. She thought we were together this time around. But, still, I will be glad when Thursday gets here. Obama may be President-elect at that time, but that is okay. I will get a bumper sticker for my car with “1-20-13” on it and place on one on the other side of the rear bumper saying “Don’t blame me, I voted for Palin!”
And that is all I have to say about that…
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Road Trip...
10/26/2008
Saturday morning just about nine o’clock, I headed down the driveway in a blue Dodge minivan for a 1025 mile trip from Beautiful Downtown Berkeley Springs, West Virginia, population 711 to the thriving metropolis of Conway, Arkansas. I have had the van at my house since August after one of my sales reps left the company. The company wanted it in Conway. I wanted it out of my possession. I had a business trip to the plant planned, and the twain met. Long story short, I made the drive. It was interesting, enjoyable, nerve wracking, educational, and relaxing.
I made be off my rocker, but I don’t find driving especially tiring; though after ten hours and 776 miles of it on Saturday, I was less than energetic. Bowling Green, Kentucky was a pleasant site having driven a couple of hours after the sun set, and I was looking forward to eating some dinner and going to bed, which I did at exactly 8:48PM.
Driving through the mountains I was treated to majestic colors as fall hung heavy on the trees. The trip started out in the rain, and as my odometer clicked over the 200-mile mark, as I motored south on I-79 in West Virginia, the rain ceased. The smoky, gray clouds hung over the mountains like a shawl and accentuated the color of the leaves. I was listening to “The Dream Girls in Concert” and got a little emotional as I gazed out at what God provided as my entertainment along the way. Awesome!
This Technicolor scenery lasted for nearly 400 miles through West Virginia and Kentucky. I got so involved in it I missed a turn and drove an extra 100 miles before I bought a map. Hell, I am a guy. I was not about to stop and ask for directions. I’d rather die.
After a restless night in a Hampton Inn, I awoke this morning as 3:30 and lay in the bed thinking about getting up and on the road for about fifteen minutes before finally do it, and hit the road at 4:16. I drove through Nashville, Tennessee in the dark and nearly made it another 200 miles before Her Majesty lifted over the eastern horizon.
I checked into my hotel here in Conway, Arkansas at 10 this morning having gone 1113 miles. It is the longest trip I have ever made by car, and I am excited that one day I may get to do it again. But I think next time I would like to have The Nancy with me. She would have asked for directions.
And that is all I have to say about that…
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Milwaukee or Bust...
10/22/2008
AirTran flight 231, heading northwest in a near cloudless sky, row 27, seat “A.” The seats around me are empty; the plane is about half full. I suppose not many people, including me, want to go to Milwaukee today, perhaps not on any day. This is a business trip, although I don’t fully remember why I am going there – where it is just 46 degrees. I am supposedly going to work a conference exhibit with the local sales rep, but I cannot for the life of me remember what it is about other than it being one with educators in attendance.
Educators tend to be a nice group of people, as a whole. By educators I, of course, mean anyone connected with educating kids, and that includes those who work behind the scenes – from the bookkeepers to the maintenance people, bus drivers, lunch room staff, etc. I love them all. All of them have a hand in the process of making kids the best they can be, and they all can buy my stuff.
Everyone needs a break. Educators are no different, and they need their party time, too! This doesn’t mean these conferences are all play, quite the contrary is true. Educators go to these things to get educated on new trends in education, school business, food service innovations, and, yep, even new buses and cleaning products. Education is big business.
But along with the work comes the play, and educators know how to do that as well, and that is when I really love to be with them. In private business, an awful lot of it gets done on the golf course. Some of that might happen with educators, too, but I have always found I get it done with a beer or two after hours. When the daily work of educating is done, educators let their hair down, so to speak, and educators have been known to have a drink from time to time – judiciously, of course.
So here I go to Milwaukee, clean shirts, coats and ties, and a thirst for business. What a deal!!!
And that is all I have to say about that…