I started and went further to the left at the start of Trump's presidency because the man kind of scared me. He seems racist, elitist, sexist, and just about any other -ist you can think of. The left has spared no punches going for him at every opportunity, from Bill Maher on HBO to the Daily Show on Comedy Central. I admit I find funny in everything they declare about the man. But something just doesn't compute. Is he a buffoon like I had thought or is he really going to generate some change to help our country back to the top of the heap?
The biggest issue right now plaguing the world is the spread of Islam, which makes those raised with a Christian leaning leery and gives the free world something to think about. I consider myself open minded and at first I want to believe that they come in peace and all that beautiful "COEXIST" crap. But then when you look at the news, they are bombing a new location almost weekly, so why would we want their kind spreading this way? This has been Trump's big war cry, to keep enemies of America away. I am for this too. A 26 billion dollar wall is not going to stop them, but refusing refugees from middle eastern places, such as Syria will help.
Then we hear of Trump shaming other countries on NATO. I assumed everyone chipped in, that we pay for everything is fair how? Why is the United States charged with keeping the peace of the world? Nobody seems to respect us, in that regard.
Pulling out of all the environmental programs seemed very irresponsible as well, but if the other countries are not really following the rules, why charade like everything is cool? A program only works if all the participants are truly doing the work.
I don't know the right answer, so I don't want to sit and be all judgmental when I don't know the full story. If I end up being right, I can always say "I told you so." If I am wrong, I have officially shut my mouth, so I can say I started coming around to the different perspective this outsider to Washington brings. I don't like what I hear about his policies, and his efforts to bring in his family isn't right, but to the victor go the spoils. I don't believe we are headed in the right direction with a population that wants to sit on welfare and these corporations diluting us for their bottom line. We have to start somewhere and maybe the right path is to be selfish as a country until we gain our strength back. We keep letting the world suck on out titte and the sum bitchesdon't even seem to appreciate what we do, so fuck 'em all!!
Wednesday, June 14, 2017
Tuesday, June 13, 2017
6/13/17 Compare And Contrast Of Newly Going In And Met Their Obligation?
There are so many stories in Orange Is The New Black, I could go on for a month, but I will share one or two more that I noticed. This one has to do with chef Judy King and the administrator from MCC, Linda Ferguson. Chef Judy spent the better part of last season in "prison", but even then, she was kept in a separate room from the inmates, was given a soda machine, and so many other things normal prisoners don't get. She pretended to make nice with the other inmates she was forced to mix with. She ended up befriending the black community and at one point was photographed kissing black Cindy for the tabloids. Judy told her there would be money but it never came.
Linda, who was responsible for the gradual degradation of the food quality as an executive with MCC, who privately owned the prison. She was responsible for changing the food from stuff cooked there to pre-packaged slop that barely qualified as food. However, once she found herself behind bars and with no recourse to get out, she took her role like a fish to water. She lost her fancy clothes, was quick with a new name and a story she was willing to repeat. She became Connie, the cunt from Connecticut, expert in forgery.
Chef Judy was never really a criminal in the hurting someone sense. She turned herself in for tax evasion and was supposed to do a minimum sentence, mimicking what happened to Martha Stewart. Because she was a celebrity, everyone in Litchfield new she was coming and although she didn't ask for the special treatment, as she told Yoga Jones, you don't say no when someone gives you more.
I think Linda did have a little evil in her. She seemed to have no problem rising in her sorority, even if it was her fault her big sister froze to death. She found an opportunity and she took it then and while imprisoned found the biggest strongest girl, Big Boo, and formed a bond with her for protection, even if it meant having to put out, because that is what a survivor does. She did get a little brazen though and after leaving Piper and Voss, she even landed with the big crowd and acted as a judge sitting there in the middle of all the prisoners with her flimsy story of being in for forgery when she too should have been a hostage, but becomes a prisoner, learning things to possibly make her better at her job, such as the living conditions mostly because of her business decisions to save MCC money and make the executives richer.
Linda, who was responsible for the gradual degradation of the food quality as an executive with MCC, who privately owned the prison. She was responsible for changing the food from stuff cooked there to pre-packaged slop that barely qualified as food. However, once she found herself behind bars and with no recourse to get out, she took her role like a fish to water. She lost her fancy clothes, was quick with a new name and a story she was willing to repeat. She became Connie, the cunt from Connecticut, expert in forgery.
Chef Judy was never really a criminal in the hurting someone sense. She turned herself in for tax evasion and was supposed to do a minimum sentence, mimicking what happened to Martha Stewart. Because she was a celebrity, everyone in Litchfield new she was coming and although she didn't ask for the special treatment, as she told Yoga Jones, you don't say no when someone gives you more.
I think Linda did have a little evil in her. She seemed to have no problem rising in her sorority, even if it was her fault her big sister froze to death. She found an opportunity and she took it then and while imprisoned found the biggest strongest girl, Big Boo, and formed a bond with her for protection, even if it meant having to put out, because that is what a survivor does. She did get a little brazen though and after leaving Piper and Voss, she even landed with the big crowd and acted as a judge sitting there in the middle of all the prisoners with her flimsy story of being in for forgery when she too should have been a hostage, but becomes a prisoner, learning things to possibly make her better at her job, such as the living conditions mostly because of her business decisions to save MCC money and make the executives richer.
Sunday, June 11, 2017
6/12/17 Daya Represents So Many Stupid Girls Today?
I am a big fan of Orange Is The New Black, and the fifth season has not been disappointing yet. The only thing that has let me down has been Daya, who I really thought was going to do her time and come out unscathed, but goddaammit, she goes from one fuck up to another and not in a smart way. They say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree and really, Daya's mother is a monster in every sense of the word. She takes up with a drug dealer who is doing all his drug activities amongst her kids. When they get busted, the mom takes the blame, because a woman will do less time, never mind she has about five young kids she is fixing to walk out on. Eventually, the apple does the same thing as mother and lands in jail for the mom's shitty drug dealing boyfriend.
The rules are simple, keep your head down, don't be a problem, don't fraternize with the guards. Before the end of season one, she gets pregnant from one of the guards but blames another one that no one likes. All this ruins at least four lives, not that it matters. The one-legged guard who likes her, but runs away. The jerk guard who gets blamed and fired, and who goes a little nuts, Daya, as the mother who gets her baby taken away, and the baby who is now floating around in the foster system. Whores that reproduce like this should be on Norplant, it took her weeks to find a dude willing to impregnate her, stupid girl. She pretty much plays it quiet the last couple seasons, but when the gun goes flying in the last episode of season four, she ends up with it.
She had absolutely no excuse to shoot the guard anywhere, much less saying she had aimed at his pecker, but the gun had too much kickback. She is taunted by the other inmates who go berserk without structure and law. Several inmates start kicking the shot guard and Gloria, who acts as her guardian tries to calm Daya down, but she will hear none of this.
Showing how immature she is, after shooting the guard she wants nothing more than to go lay down and nap, but refuses to give up ownership of the gun, because that is the center of power. It takes the other two "Spanish" girls talking about her future in max prison for her to realize what she has done. Gloria tries talking to her and the first time she still has her ignorant on full power. She is trying to blame the shooting on the guard who brought the gun in. Then she tries to blame the other girls who were pushing for her to do it.
Eventually, they have a heart to heart and she accepts that it was her who picked up the gun and it was her decision to pull the trigger. It doesn't matter who cheered or how she got the gun. We all have free will and what we do, we must claim as our own actions.
I feel bad for her, in the end, she could never escape her mother's shadow, I believe some of her bad decisions were done to get her mother's attention, but I don't know that that she monster needs to be involved in anyone's life, unless to make it worse.
The rules are simple, keep your head down, don't be a problem, don't fraternize with the guards. Before the end of season one, she gets pregnant from one of the guards but blames another one that no one likes. All this ruins at least four lives, not that it matters. The one-legged guard who likes her, but runs away. The jerk guard who gets blamed and fired, and who goes a little nuts, Daya, as the mother who gets her baby taken away, and the baby who is now floating around in the foster system. Whores that reproduce like this should be on Norplant, it took her weeks to find a dude willing to impregnate her, stupid girl. She pretty much plays it quiet the last couple seasons, but when the gun goes flying in the last episode of season four, she ends up with it.
She had absolutely no excuse to shoot the guard anywhere, much less saying she had aimed at his pecker, but the gun had too much kickback. She is taunted by the other inmates who go berserk without structure and law. Several inmates start kicking the shot guard and Gloria, who acts as her guardian tries to calm Daya down, but she will hear none of this.
Showing how immature she is, after shooting the guard she wants nothing more than to go lay down and nap, but refuses to give up ownership of the gun, because that is the center of power. It takes the other two "Spanish" girls talking about her future in max prison for her to realize what she has done. Gloria tries talking to her and the first time she still has her ignorant on full power. She is trying to blame the shooting on the guard who brought the gun in. Then she tries to blame the other girls who were pushing for her to do it.
Eventually, they have a heart to heart and she accepts that it was her who picked up the gun and it was her decision to pull the trigger. It doesn't matter who cheered or how she got the gun. We all have free will and what we do, we must claim as our own actions.
I feel bad for her, in the end, she could never escape her mother's shadow, I believe some of her bad decisions were done to get her mother's attention, but I don't know that that she monster needs to be involved in anyone's life, unless to make it worse.
6/11/17 Finally Resting My Way?
Friday night turned into a twelve hour shift I had not expected. I figured it was a night unattached to anything else, so I had gotten up early, went and did some things I had been meaning to do. As a result, I finally will have access to my extra bit of money trapped in my stocks, which I have had since as long ago as 1999. They just sat in my closet, hidden in a book. I want to say I will sell at $13, but then the stock has hit $13 twice in the last month and gone back down, maybe I get greedy and wait for $14-$15.
Either way, I feel like a man with a new lease on life. Last week I was in a true panic, I was scared we might even loose our house after the terrible cut in pay I experienced from work. This, after twenty plus years of solid quality work. Anyway, selling my truck to Carmax ended up giving me enough extra money to even pay off our RV which we had about a year to go. I had deduced I would use the stock money to pay off the RV, not figuring I had owned the truck enough to have built any equity in it.
If the stocks go on a positive run this week, it will just be more money to help pay off other credit cards, and really give us some room to breath, or I can sit on them and wait. I know that this pay period that just passed was OK and getting better, and the extra night worked will finally give me some money to put in my pocket, separate from our bills and obligations. This is a little WAM (Walk Around Money), something I hardly ever experience anymore. I'm feeling positive enough I may even buy Chubs the new gaming system Boy bought for himself. Boy lets him play it, if he feels like it, otherwise he will randomly tell him to beat it, and I don't like that. As I said, we give money to Boy in other ways, so he can't say we favor Chubs over him, although he still says it all the time.
I have some other plans I can get back to scheming for at this point, so I am glad about that. I want to be able to keep sending the credit cards the same I have been sending them and pay them off with the money we make. This would allow me to give Wife about half of my renter's money so we can work on our Disney stash money. I don't think we can make it happen this year, but you never know, Christmas break is a while away.
On a side note, I hate to admit I slept the whole day away and now at 4:30-5:00am I am full of energy, but that is how it goes when you work nights. This week is a short week for me, I should only be working three nights, so I feel pretty relaxed, even if I did work 60 hours this past week, on paper. Wife was here all week and she started out strong and putting all sorts of pressure on me, but I finally snapped one too many times and she said she would be cutting it out. With our bills back in order, the solar cells finally making power, Chubs going to a couple weeks of summer school for Math enrichment, and Boy working almost full time during the summer, I don't see where she has any room to harp about. I think we are back on track, financially, and that gives me the biggest "aaaahh" I can enjoy. At least until I go buy a new toy. :)
Either way, I feel like a man with a new lease on life. Last week I was in a true panic, I was scared we might even loose our house after the terrible cut in pay I experienced from work. This, after twenty plus years of solid quality work. Anyway, selling my truck to Carmax ended up giving me enough extra money to even pay off our RV which we had about a year to go. I had deduced I would use the stock money to pay off the RV, not figuring I had owned the truck enough to have built any equity in it.
If the stocks go on a positive run this week, it will just be more money to help pay off other credit cards, and really give us some room to breath, or I can sit on them and wait. I know that this pay period that just passed was OK and getting better, and the extra night worked will finally give me some money to put in my pocket, separate from our bills and obligations. This is a little WAM (Walk Around Money), something I hardly ever experience anymore. I'm feeling positive enough I may even buy Chubs the new gaming system Boy bought for himself. Boy lets him play it, if he feels like it, otherwise he will randomly tell him to beat it, and I don't like that. As I said, we give money to Boy in other ways, so he can't say we favor Chubs over him, although he still says it all the time.
I have some other plans I can get back to scheming for at this point, so I am glad about that. I want to be able to keep sending the credit cards the same I have been sending them and pay them off with the money we make. This would allow me to give Wife about half of my renter's money so we can work on our Disney stash money. I don't think we can make it happen this year, but you never know, Christmas break is a while away.
On a side note, I hate to admit I slept the whole day away and now at 4:30-5:00am I am full of energy, but that is how it goes when you work nights. This week is a short week for me, I should only be working three nights, so I feel pretty relaxed, even if I did work 60 hours this past week, on paper. Wife was here all week and she started out strong and putting all sorts of pressure on me, but I finally snapped one too many times and she said she would be cutting it out. With our bills back in order, the solar cells finally making power, Chubs going to a couple weeks of summer school for Math enrichment, and Boy working almost full time during the summer, I don't see where she has any room to harp about. I think we are back on track, financially, and that gives me the biggest "aaaahh" I can enjoy. At least until I go buy a new toy. :)
Saturday, June 10, 2017
6/10/17 FInally, Some OT?
Friday was supposed to be the start of a restful weekend, after going to our nephew's graduation in San Antonio and getting back pretty late. I managed to get up at 9:00am as I had plans for the day. I went downstairs while everybody was asleep and paid our bills for this cycle. Since I sold my truck a couple of days ago, I wanted to make sure the money was in the bank to go pay off the last couple of months of our RV. These two acts go a long way to getting us back where we were prior to my pay cut. While drinking my coffee around 10:00am, I got a call from my supervisor if I was interested in working OT tonight. I can't say no to extra money, but I was going to need a nap before 5:00pm
I thought it would also be a good day to go deposit my paper stocks at Scottrade being that I just found out what to do with them to make them useful. With paper stocks, they can be deposited to a place like Scottrade and then they become electronic stocks which are much easier to manage and sell. After doing this, we ate at Firehouse Subs since it is almost next door to the Scottrade place down south by the Costco.
Boy left for a Comic Convention in Dallas. I wasn't going to help him, but all of a sudden, we are not so tight on money with the selling of my truck, so I gave him the gas card and $50, to be nice. They left probably at 3:00-4:00 in the afternoon, and we just missed him because we got back around that time. I took my hour long nap in Chub's bedroom since Wife had stripped the bed naked to wash the sheets and stuff.
I got into work right at 5:30pm or so, I got a little distracted because I stopped the XMSirius satellite service on the truck and figured I could transfer it over to my Excursion, since that is what I will be driving regularly, for awhile. It didn't want to activate, but I think I was parked too close to the house, and it was interfering. After moving it halfway out the driveway, it started working.
I got to work in time to get the HOT work from the customer, come in and start working on it. I am probably staying an hour or two extra, but I was late on Tuesday, so this should square us up. It feels good, all of a sudden, getting rid of the truck and RV bills makes me feel a lot lighter. I could also sell the stocks and pay off a handful of other smaller credit cards and that would be awesome, but I want to play it cool, if OT picks up, I would rather keep my stock money for maybe another watch.
I thought it would also be a good day to go deposit my paper stocks at Scottrade being that I just found out what to do with them to make them useful. With paper stocks, they can be deposited to a place like Scottrade and then they become electronic stocks which are much easier to manage and sell. After doing this, we ate at Firehouse Subs since it is almost next door to the Scottrade place down south by the Costco.
Boy left for a Comic Convention in Dallas. I wasn't going to help him, but all of a sudden, we are not so tight on money with the selling of my truck, so I gave him the gas card and $50, to be nice. They left probably at 3:00-4:00 in the afternoon, and we just missed him because we got back around that time. I took my hour long nap in Chub's bedroom since Wife had stripped the bed naked to wash the sheets and stuff.
I got into work right at 5:30pm or so, I got a little distracted because I stopped the XMSirius satellite service on the truck and figured I could transfer it over to my Excursion, since that is what I will be driving regularly, for awhile. It didn't want to activate, but I think I was parked too close to the house, and it was interfering. After moving it halfway out the driveway, it started working.
I got to work in time to get the HOT work from the customer, come in and start working on it. I am probably staying an hour or two extra, but I was late on Tuesday, so this should square us up. It feels good, all of a sudden, getting rid of the truck and RV bills makes me feel a lot lighter. I could also sell the stocks and pay off a handful of other smaller credit cards and that would be awesome, but I want to play it cool, if OT picks up, I would rather keep my stock money for maybe another watch.
Thursday, June 8, 2017
6/9/17 Graduations: Yet Another Reason 5% Is Bullshit?
By all accounts, today was a beautiful day. My nephew on Wife's side of the family graduated from high school in San Antonio. Everyone is proud of him and even more so because he started out rough in his youth. His mama was 15-16 when he was born, he was labeled ADHD at a young age and it wasn't until he got into about junior high when he was put on Ritalin and other pills to control his explosive temper that he started behaving and progressing well in school. If not for my in-laws who have always treated him like a fifth child of their own, even with his mom always present, that he finally started not just passing but excelling.
I don't know if he finally outgrew his extra energy which made him a handful, but he has become a sweet boy who I liken to an overly friendly saint Bernard. He is 6ft 2in or so and lucky for us he is a loveable kid at heart because someone that size could be hard to handle if he behaved like he did when he was younger. There was a point he went from one tantrum to another, I didn't care for him then, but we went to Florida two years ago with them and I found him very likable. He was excited to be there and excited to be in Disney World with us.
My complaint for today just has to do with timing. The graduation was at 3:00pm, which meant we had to live Austin by 1:30pm, the latest and hope for no delays. This meant I had to get up around noon, if I was going to shower and eat something to attempt to poop. Since I was getting up at noon, and I worked last night until 7:00am, and I didn't get home until 7:15am, one can do the math on how much I was given to sleep. Even though I planned last week to be out and I even worked an extra day, I didn't plan on having to get up this early. Most graduations I have gone to have been later in the day. After cutting my pay to save a couple of nickels, there is no way anyone above me understands that I still have to function on whatever sleep I can manage. What am I supposed to do, miss two days of work because a member of the family is graduating? That sounds ridiculous, no I just have to tough it out. So there I am, falling asleep at the graduation, stopping for a coffee on my drive up there, even though it is 95 degrees outside and I hate drinking hot stuff in the heat, falling asleep standing around while they are all taking pictures, falling asleep while we go to the restaurant to eat as a family because I slept less than four hours.
I guess it is my fault, I accept that my discomfort is worth a shitty 5% more than the people who work normal schedules. It wasn't that long ago that I would just laugh it off when people made fun of me because I had fallen asleep at the table while dining, at least I could tell myself I get compensated well at 15% to tolerate the jokes plus I am important and needed on nights. Now I just feel like an idiot punishing myself and going night after night not seeing my family for a measly 5%. Fuck that, I might as well lose that and work dayshift. I just have to learn to sleep in the dark again, which is a little scary for me right now.
I don't know if he finally outgrew his extra energy which made him a handful, but he has become a sweet boy who I liken to an overly friendly saint Bernard. He is 6ft 2in or so and lucky for us he is a loveable kid at heart because someone that size could be hard to handle if he behaved like he did when he was younger. There was a point he went from one tantrum to another, I didn't care for him then, but we went to Florida two years ago with them and I found him very likable. He was excited to be there and excited to be in Disney World with us.
My complaint for today just has to do with timing. The graduation was at 3:00pm, which meant we had to live Austin by 1:30pm, the latest and hope for no delays. This meant I had to get up around noon, if I was going to shower and eat something to attempt to poop. Since I was getting up at noon, and I worked last night until 7:00am, and I didn't get home until 7:15am, one can do the math on how much I was given to sleep. Even though I planned last week to be out and I even worked an extra day, I didn't plan on having to get up this early. Most graduations I have gone to have been later in the day. After cutting my pay to save a couple of nickels, there is no way anyone above me understands that I still have to function on whatever sleep I can manage. What am I supposed to do, miss two days of work because a member of the family is graduating? That sounds ridiculous, no I just have to tough it out. So there I am, falling asleep at the graduation, stopping for a coffee on my drive up there, even though it is 95 degrees outside and I hate drinking hot stuff in the heat, falling asleep standing around while they are all taking pictures, falling asleep while we go to the restaurant to eat as a family because I slept less than four hours.
I guess it is my fault, I accept that my discomfort is worth a shitty 5% more than the people who work normal schedules. It wasn't that long ago that I would just laugh it off when people made fun of me because I had fallen asleep at the table while dining, at least I could tell myself I get compensated well at 15% to tolerate the jokes plus I am important and needed on nights. Now I just feel like an idiot punishing myself and going night after night not seeing my family for a measly 5%. Fuck that, I might as well lose that and work dayshift. I just have to learn to sleep in the dark again, which is a little scary for me right now.
6/8/17 Death Comes For All Of Us?
Yesterday, Boy's friend, who stays with us said his grandfather had been given medicine for pain, but they will not be doing anything to make him better anymore. From what I have gathered, that is pretty much the person will be passing away in the next 24-48 hours. Sure enough, he got the call at 3:15am that the Grandpa had passed away in his sleep. It is of course always sad to loose someone, but he did live to the age of 80 and the last few years were rough on him, as he had lost his eyesight and was living in a nursing home, away from his wife of 49 years.
I first met the man like in 2007. He was an old school Hispanic man, very proud and very nice. We visited them a few times, they invited us over for an Easter and maybe a birthday party. They lived out on some acres in the country, and it was nice to have open lots like that, the man grilling away in his backyard. Even then, when we met Boy's friend, in 7th grade, he would have mini break downs, that Grandpa was going to die because he was admitted to the hospital all the time. After a while, it was like Chicken Little and I decided this man is going to be around a long time, his grandson needs to take a chill pill.
Surprisingly, the old man lasted another ten years, we didn't see him much over the last few years, as sometimes you grow apart from people as fast as you grow together. His mama started dating a new fellow and he didn't care for our shenanigans and quick witted conversations, so we didn't hang out anymore.
I don't hold it against his Mama, after all, she was looking for a partner to help make her life easier, and I guess this dude fit the bill. He told us that the Grandpa was going to be cremated which is an option for me, but I didn't realize it happened so quick. He said it was going to happen the same afternoon, but now they have backed off and are going to have some sort of church ceremony. I am not sure how it is supposed to work. Does the body have to be paraded around town, or can he be in the process of getting delivered to a crematorium while the church ceremony is in process, or does his body have to be there?
I don't know how it will play out. I don't know if we show up out of respect for Boy's friend or do we give them space as a family with the new hubby who might be sensitive and not like us being there. The last time we interacted, he went and sat in the car while we were in the middle of a Halloween Party. We also have our nephew's graduation today in San Antonio which is going to be rough, as it is at 3:00pm at the Alamodome, and I am at work until 6:30am or so.
I first met the man like in 2007. He was an old school Hispanic man, very proud and very nice. We visited them a few times, they invited us over for an Easter and maybe a birthday party. They lived out on some acres in the country, and it was nice to have open lots like that, the man grilling away in his backyard. Even then, when we met Boy's friend, in 7th grade, he would have mini break downs, that Grandpa was going to die because he was admitted to the hospital all the time. After a while, it was like Chicken Little and I decided this man is going to be around a long time, his grandson needs to take a chill pill.
Surprisingly, the old man lasted another ten years, we didn't see him much over the last few years, as sometimes you grow apart from people as fast as you grow together. His mama started dating a new fellow and he didn't care for our shenanigans and quick witted conversations, so we didn't hang out anymore.
I don't hold it against his Mama, after all, she was looking for a partner to help make her life easier, and I guess this dude fit the bill. He told us that the Grandpa was going to be cremated which is an option for me, but I didn't realize it happened so quick. He said it was going to happen the same afternoon, but now they have backed off and are going to have some sort of church ceremony. I am not sure how it is supposed to work. Does the body have to be paraded around town, or can he be in the process of getting delivered to a crematorium while the church ceremony is in process, or does his body have to be there?
I don't know how it will play out. I don't know if we show up out of respect for Boy's friend or do we give them space as a family with the new hubby who might be sensitive and not like us being there. The last time we interacted, he went and sat in the car while we were in the middle of a Halloween Party. We also have our nephew's graduation today in San Antonio which is going to be rough, as it is at 3:00pm at the Alamodome, and I am at work until 6:30am or so.
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