Archive for January, 2007
While thinking again about the anti terrorist idea (see a few posts earlier re: stoping suicide bombers), I had another idea on how to stop this situation. Once while working on a film, I was close (way too close as it turned out, I almost needed an underwear change) to an accidental firing of an effects rigging. An old car had been set up with an explosive charge inside a large diameter metal pipe that on ignition would push down a section of telephone pole out of the bottom and cause the car to flip over during part of a chase scene. Said old car was minding it’s own business in a roped off section, when someone walked by a bit too close and keyed their walkie talkie, and Boom!. The car flipped up 10 feet into the air and landed upside down. So, I’m thinking that if someone (HEY DARPA!) was to be able to come up with a very strong sort of electronic static spark generator, maybe working like the long distance heat weapon that was unveiled last week, that could generate a pulse on demand in a somewhat directional signal, this remote controlled device could perhaps set off a belt pack full of C4 and ball bearings on some yahoo far away from any intended (people) targets. Then, we could go back to the idea about sending the remains to a local oink factory to produce terrorist Kielbasa. Everybody wants to go to heaven, but nobody wants to die. Think about it, I did.
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All prayers are answered,
sometimes the answer is no.
Buying a lotto ticket is like making a prayer,
ask me about my prayer after 8pm tomorrow,
I’ll be watching god make the decision as to
my being able to retire someday, channel 11
at 7:55 or so. I only need to pick 6 numbers,
now how hard can that be to do?
I read that our decider in chief has a new plan to help us, I’m already grabbing my ankles. He has this plan, you see, to give tax breaks to help us normal, non-CEO type people pay for medical insurance, great idea huh? The problem is that this does nothing to stop the obscene profiteering cashflow that the insurance and pharm industry reap every day, it only reroutes the cash directly from the U.S. budget, instead of you and me. And where does that money come from? Yup, taxes paid by you ‘n me, assuming that you’re not part of the “haves” or the “have mores” that make up the Bush base, and more or less get a pass on taxation.
I suppose that the large donations that were made by the above corporations might have contributed (no pun intended) to this plan, but under it all is the ongoing uber-conservative drive to bankrupt the economy so that whatever few dollars that might still be left in the Social Security bank account can be sucked out, causing it to fail and keeping the debtor class intact as a way of life for all, until death shall they part (with their money). This has been on the right’s agenda for years, and so it’s yet one more win-win deal for them and a enlarged boning for us.
Here’s the logic trail for those that didn’t get it:
Insurance and Pharmaceutical companies take in a lot of money….
Some people can’t afford it or don’t qualify….
Government pays it for them….
People (one way or another, including subsequent generations) pay the government….
Go back to step one……
Pass me the Astrolube on your way out will ya!
Wandering around the globe on Google Earth, I decided to have a look at some of the Detroit area homes I lived in as a kid, and get a perspective on how far they really were from places I went to.
As it turns out, my spindly legs have a far different memory as to the distance from each home to the school I attended, but this might be a result of those short white legs slogging along in snow and slush.
The real “shock to the system” moment came as I scanned around a park across from the last house my family lived in just before we moved to California. There was the area that had the swings, monkey bars, chin-up bars, and a sandbox, all gone now, replaced by a tennis court (love the detail and color on this image). I was thinking about the exact location and order of these kid memories when I remembered that on that very spot next to where the monkey bars had been, I had looked up into the early 1960’s sky.
My bare eyes located the shiny new satellite Telstar moving across the night sky. Then it hit me, here I am looking down from a satellite to the spot where I as a young kid had been looking up at a satellite.
During that time period of my life I remember seeing an advertisment on the back of a magazine that was for the Rosicrucians (hope that’s spelled more or less correct), wherein a guy is laying on a huge altar or something, and there’s a lightning bolt striking him in the head.
Well, this was sort of like that for me, a bolt from the blue, or maybe from my powerbook.
Point 1: Some words, when used, seem to bring up other words. For instance, when I speak of Resident (he’s not really what most could consider a President) Bush, the words “that fucking moron” seem to just jump out! They can precede or, with a comma, follow the fucking moron’s name, and still make the same exact point.
Point 2: If I’m ever asked for an example of redundancy, I’d say “Asshole in a pickup truck” would be a fine one. It’s amazing how people can spend such a big chunk of change to buy one of these turds and not bother to get turn signals installed.
What could tie these thoughts together? I saw a photo of that fucking moron Bush driving his pickup truck on his “ranch” shortly after deciding to send more than 20,000 additional troops to Iraq. This “Surge” is not to be confused with an escalation, it’s a whole other thing. Or so that fucking moron says.
“Preventive war is like committing suicide out of fear of death.”
The hose job goes on, as more and more people find they have to stick with sucky jobs just to keep their family insured, as that bunion they had removed 8 years ago is on the insurance behemoth’s equivalent of a “don’t fly” list, now known as “don’t insure, money or not”. The drop in quality of Joe Public’s life continues, death of a thousand cuts type nick at a time for most of us as the CEO’s walk away with a golden parachute, after generating sucess or not for their business, that far exceeds what most people will make in a lifetime of work.