"There's no such thing as a free lunch." "Ya can't get something for nothing." "If it's too good to be true it probably is."
How many times have you heard one of those little ditties over your life time? Things like Murphy's Law and The Peter Principle. If they weren't true, no one would have ever coined the phrases, right? I've been here for over 56 years and I've learned, sometimes the hard way, that they are so, SO true. This was demonstrated to me tonight and I thought maybe I'd bore a few of you and tell you about it.
We're at the old homestead tonight watching the Phillies game on TV when Mrs. Mountain decides she'd like to partake of that wondrous summertime pleasure known as a Rita's Water Ice. By virtue of the fact that the aforementioned Mrs. has already changed out of her clothes into her robe and night wear you know who is detailed to venture forth and acquire said frozen delight. No problem, run down and jump in the F-150 and head up Academy Rd. Just a few blocks up the street my attention is drawn (as would be the attention of any red blooded heterosexual male) to the sight of a young, blonde haired woman. For purposes of full disclosure I will specify that my actual attention was focused on the pair of skin tight, leave very little to the imagination, eensy teeny weeny short shorts in a nearly neon shade of aqua, that this young woman was sporting, along with an abbreviated tank top as she and another woman (who I paid barely passing notice of due to her, ahem, rather large size and the baggy over sized clothing in which she was attired) walked up the sidewalk on the opposite side of the street. Thank the Great Spirit for the illumination afforded by street lights!
Now the entire observation from start to finish probably lasted less than maybe 5 seconds before I prudently redirected my attention to the traffic on the highway and soon arrived at the shopping center. Remembering I had forgotten to pick a few items up on an earlier trip to the store today, I ran into the Acme supermarket, grabbed the things I needed and then proceeded to the opposite end of the center to the Rita's store. I exited my truck, approached the crowd waiting for their turn in line and was immediately treated (YES, there IS a God!!!) to the sight of the same young woman, aqua shorts and all, standing right in front of me in the line no more than FIVE FEET in front of me, fully illuminated in the mercury vapor lamps that are a true gift from the heavens!
If I thought she looked good in partial light, from a moving vehicle, at least 200 feet away, imagine how good she looked standing right smack dab in front of me. I would guess she was most likely between 18 and maybe 21-22 years of age, tops. She had long, blonde hair pulled into a pony tail, already had the start of a great sun tan and was such a natural beauty of a young lady that she needed little or no make up to complement her gorgeous facial features and she had a pair of legs a lot of women would kill for, rock hard abs...oh what's the point? The more I go on the more you'll be convinced I'm some kind of rain coat wearing pervert, but come on folks, cut me some slack. We should all be free to appreciate the finer things in life and as attractive young women go, this one was "all that and a bag of chips." I stood behind her in the line, trying NOT to be blatantly obvious while I stared at that most perfect combination of legs and butt in those shorts and, as "luck" would have it they would be the next customers served before me at the window.
So what's this got to do with the whole free lunch thing? You may recall that I mentioned the hotty in the aqua shorts was in the company of another female. During the time spent in line I surmised that the other woman was most likely the blonde's mother, based on snippets of over heard conversation. A comparison of physical appearance, however, would NEVER give rise to a reasonable and prudent man's belief that there could possibly be any shared genes between the two. Where the young one was lithe and trim the other was probably 4 times her weight. Mom had curly ( a really bad, passed its expiration date perm) dark hair with a lot of gray. You may have heard of "getting smacked with the ugly stick?" Well, friends, this poor woman fell out of the ugly TREE and hit every branch on the way down! OK, William, knock it off! Appearances mean nothing, right? Beauty is only skin deep (but ugly goes all the way to the bone) STOP IT!!
OK, OK. If she was just fat and ugly it would be no problem, I'd just focus on the young good looking one. (Did I mention the skin tight, fabric so far up the crack of her butt that.....OK, never mind)
But, NOOOOOO...it wasn't going to work that way.
Once the pair got to the window "Mom", after standing in line for nearly 10 minutes, then thought it was NOW time to BEGIN to decide what she wanted. Apparently no thought was given to the subject during the previous wait. Now, she starts questioning blondie..."well what should I get, what do YOU think is good, what is that, what is this, what are those things over there, how do they make that, should I get ice cream or custard, water ice or yogurt, should I get a gelati, a "Misto", a shake, I just don't know what do you think?....and after a couple of minutes of all that, she then starts peppering the young woman behind the counter with all of the same questions and more and then has the server begin listing what seemed to be the contents of the entire store and demanded a recitation of the ENTIRE friggin' Rita's product line before, FINALLY, HALLELEUAH PRAISE THE LORD she made up her damned mind!
Had it not been for the fact that my attention had been diverted, uhhh, else where during this time I may have been a bit more aggravated, but hey, the scenery was good and I could hear the ball game on the radio, so no harm done. The Rita's girl is preparing and creating the wondrous treats that emanate from Rita's and the mixtures are presented to the customers and the amount due, a whopping Seven dollars and Sixty Three cents is announced and Mom reaches into her pocket, extracts a mixture of paper currency, a tissue or two, some coins, a pill of some sort and some pocket lint, leafs through all of this and presents to the waiting young woman behind the counter- A. Fucking. Credit. Card.
For a seven dollar, sixty three cent tab.
The girl takes the card, retreats to the nether regions of the store and comes back to announce: "Your card has been declined." For less than 8 bucks. Declined. For real? Seriously?
Does Mom produce the cash? Did you REALLY think it would be this easy? No. Mom comes up with yet another card and while presenting same announces, "I don't know if this one will go through but I'll hold my breath."
Again, the process is undertaken. Success! The card went through for the 7 bucks and change!
Now all she has to do is shift her frozen Rita's treat from her possession to blondie's so she can sign the 8 dollar credit slip and finally be on her way, granting me unfettered passage to the service window where I placed my order, with one final glance at blondie's PERFECT ass as she walked away.
For a few minutes after returning to my truck and heading back home with our Rita's treats I realized that for a few seconds of having the pleasure of admiring this young woman's physical attributes I paid a ridiculously high price in suffering through that obnoxious cow's disregard for the people standing in line behind her, and as much as I hate to admit it, NO couple minutes of ogling her ass was worth the torture endured by looking at, listening to, and standing behind this behemoth.
Of course ladies, you know, when I got home and related this little tale to Mrs. Mountain the first thing she said was, "that's what you get for being a pervert and staring at young girl's asses...serves you right, moron."
You can't get something for nothing, friends. There's no such thing as a free lunch!
If you got this far, I appreciate it. Thank you for reading.
That's the View From The Mountain.
I'll see ya next time!!
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Thursday, March 24, 2011
I hate driving
I haven't been here for a while...since like August of last year. I was raised being taught, "if you can't say something nice don't say anything at all." Lately I haven't been in a nice mood. No particular reason, really. Life, for me, is pretty good. I'm happily married, financially secure, more importantly, my financial future is secure and I've got a wonderful family including 4 grand kids that I adore, although I don't see them nearly as much as I'd like. So why don't I have anything nice to say?
I try and stay away from politics. I made the mistake of posting some opinions in the past and was instantly branded a racist, and my favorite label: a hater. The next person who tells me, "don't be a hater, man" is going to need to have some teeth replaced. I'm tired of victimism (I just coined that word - that's why spell check is telling me its bogus) excuses, syndromes, illnesses, diseases and all the other things that people (mostly lawyers) come up with to try and get people off the hook for doing bad things. That doesn't leave much to talk about. Too many people use up way too much time talking about sports. I'm not much of a sports fan in general other than Major League Baseball and I'll be the first to admit that I maintain not much more than a rudimentary level knowledge of the inner workings and finer points of the game. I truly enjoy a night at the ball park even though the cost is rapidly becoming prohibitive. Someone has to keep guys like Ryan Howard making 12 million dollars a year to play a kid's game and at the rate things are going its not going to be me much longer, lest I lose that future financial security. I'm NOT a pro football fan, considering most of the players in the NFL common thugs and criminals (see: Vick, Michael). Whooops. There I go with being a hater again. What's left to talk about?
Driving. We'll talk about driving. I HATE driving. Hate it. I'm a hater, man. I'm 56 years old and got my driver's license when I was 16. I've been driving 40 years. More importantly, for most of those 40 years I was employed in jobs where driving was one of, if not THE, primary item in the job description. I was a police officer for many of those years and upon retiring from active police service I began driving trucks. Big trucks, over the road some and locally, all day every day for the better part of about 35 years I drove some vehicle on some highway some where. Maybe when you're out there every day for at least 8 hours you just get used to things. You either don't notice or pay attention to the stupid, boneheaded, ignorant shit people do or you realize if you let everyone that does those things aggravate you you'd be aggravated all day long.
I guess being off the road and not required to spend as much time driving as I used to is having a negative effect on me because it seems I can't drive more than 10 minutes any more with out some idiot doing some stupid, ignorant, boneheaded shit and pissing me off. I realize and accept that most people who are out on the roads have a specific mission or destination and many of them may have a particular time frame in which to arrive at said location, but that's just no excuse for the rampant, blatant, dangerous stuff that people are doing out there every day and this is the point of this rant - I don't believe that many of them are actually late for something legitimately important or even necessary when they do these things. They do them because driving has become a sort of microcosm for the way we treat each other in general, every day life.
Case in point (and the impetus, I suppose, for sitting here pounding the keyboard): This afternoon while driving north on Frankford Ave. here in the City of Shitadelphia, I was in the left lane and a car began to overtake me on the right. Not being totally cognizant of exactly where on Frankford Ave. I was, I failed to comprehend that the vehicle overtaking me was doing so because he (it was a male driver) was about to run out of road. The two lanes we were on were about to narrow down to one. There was a large delivery truck in front of me that I was coming up on because of the truck's slower speed and just about the time that I actually took serious notice of the car in the right lane he got barely past me and suddenly squeezed over into the left lane, causing me to brake hard and take evasive action to keep from hitting him as he managed (somehow) to make it in between me and the truck in front of me. Why did he do this? Because he knew he was running out of lane and was not content to slow slightly and merge in behind me even though it was stupidly obvious that there were NO other vehicles behind me. He would not have to wait for a line of cars to get by. NO. It was more important to him to be FIRST. He HAD to get there before I did!
What's the big deal? Why am I pissed about this enough to be sitting here hoping someone will have hung in long enough to even get to this paragraph? Its because this shit happens constantly out there. There is no give and take. No consideration for other people, other vehicles on the road. No desire, on what seems to be more and more people's parts, to want to even make an attempt to maintain any semblance of decency. We all make mistakes. We can all be distracted while driving, miss a stop sign, not see a red light soon enough or any one of a thousand little honest mistakes, but observe, the next time you're on the road just how many people speed up to pass you and then jam the brakes because they're getting off at the exit right in front of them, how many have NO intent what so ever to actually obey a yield sign when entering a highway, how many see signs advising of a lane closure miles ahead and continue to ignore them until you actually approach the closure and then they force their way over in front of other cars. Its epidemic and its disgusting and its because so many of us have just become ignorant, self centered assholes with no regard for our fellow man and then we turn on Action News and shake our heads over the latest "road rage" story.
At the moment that idiot cut me off today I was pissed off enough to want to kick his ass. I guess he was just the straw that broke the proverbial camel's back, and although I seriously wanted to get out when we both had to stop at the next red light (he got real friggin' far ahead of me, eh?) and drag him from the car and kick the shit out of him as payback for every other moron on the highway who ever did something really stupid in front of me, I didn't. I came home and got a serious case of keyboard rage. After every single one of his TV shows in which its revealed that some toothless, redneck hillbilly has discovered that her live in boyfriend/cousin is really a female who's sleeping with her sister AND her father, Jerry Springer signs off with this line: "Take care of yourselves...and each other."
We just don't do that on the roads much any more and people are dying because of it.
That's the View From The Mountain. If you read all the way to this point, you must really be bored. But I thank you.
I try and stay away from politics. I made the mistake of posting some opinions in the past and was instantly branded a racist, and my favorite label: a hater. The next person who tells me, "don't be a hater, man" is going to need to have some teeth replaced. I'm tired of victimism (I just coined that word - that's why spell check is telling me its bogus) excuses, syndromes, illnesses, diseases and all the other things that people (mostly lawyers) come up with to try and get people off the hook for doing bad things. That doesn't leave much to talk about. Too many people use up way too much time talking about sports. I'm not much of a sports fan in general other than Major League Baseball and I'll be the first to admit that I maintain not much more than a rudimentary level knowledge of the inner workings and finer points of the game. I truly enjoy a night at the ball park even though the cost is rapidly becoming prohibitive. Someone has to keep guys like Ryan Howard making 12 million dollars a year to play a kid's game and at the rate things are going its not going to be me much longer, lest I lose that future financial security. I'm NOT a pro football fan, considering most of the players in the NFL common thugs and criminals (see: Vick, Michael). Whooops. There I go with being a hater again. What's left to talk about?
Driving. We'll talk about driving. I HATE driving. Hate it. I'm a hater, man. I'm 56 years old and got my driver's license when I was 16. I've been driving 40 years. More importantly, for most of those 40 years I was employed in jobs where driving was one of, if not THE, primary item in the job description. I was a police officer for many of those years and upon retiring from active police service I began driving trucks. Big trucks, over the road some and locally, all day every day for the better part of about 35 years I drove some vehicle on some highway some where. Maybe when you're out there every day for at least 8 hours you just get used to things. You either don't notice or pay attention to the stupid, boneheaded, ignorant shit people do or you realize if you let everyone that does those things aggravate you you'd be aggravated all day long.
I guess being off the road and not required to spend as much time driving as I used to is having a negative effect on me because it seems I can't drive more than 10 minutes any more with out some idiot doing some stupid, ignorant, boneheaded shit and pissing me off. I realize and accept that most people who are out on the roads have a specific mission or destination and many of them may have a particular time frame in which to arrive at said location, but that's just no excuse for the rampant, blatant, dangerous stuff that people are doing out there every day and this is the point of this rant - I don't believe that many of them are actually late for something legitimately important or even necessary when they do these things. They do them because driving has become a sort of microcosm for the way we treat each other in general, every day life.
Case in point (and the impetus, I suppose, for sitting here pounding the keyboard): This afternoon while driving north on Frankford Ave. here in the City of Shitadelphia, I was in the left lane and a car began to overtake me on the right. Not being totally cognizant of exactly where on Frankford Ave. I was, I failed to comprehend that the vehicle overtaking me was doing so because he (it was a male driver) was about to run out of road. The two lanes we were on were about to narrow down to one. There was a large delivery truck in front of me that I was coming up on because of the truck's slower speed and just about the time that I actually took serious notice of the car in the right lane he got barely past me and suddenly squeezed over into the left lane, causing me to brake hard and take evasive action to keep from hitting him as he managed (somehow) to make it in between me and the truck in front of me. Why did he do this? Because he knew he was running out of lane and was not content to slow slightly and merge in behind me even though it was stupidly obvious that there were NO other vehicles behind me. He would not have to wait for a line of cars to get by. NO. It was more important to him to be FIRST. He HAD to get there before I did!
What's the big deal? Why am I pissed about this enough to be sitting here hoping someone will have hung in long enough to even get to this paragraph? Its because this shit happens constantly out there. There is no give and take. No consideration for other people, other vehicles on the road. No desire, on what seems to be more and more people's parts, to want to even make an attempt to maintain any semblance of decency. We all make mistakes. We can all be distracted while driving, miss a stop sign, not see a red light soon enough or any one of a thousand little honest mistakes, but observe, the next time you're on the road just how many people speed up to pass you and then jam the brakes because they're getting off at the exit right in front of them, how many have NO intent what so ever to actually obey a yield sign when entering a highway, how many see signs advising of a lane closure miles ahead and continue to ignore them until you actually approach the closure and then they force their way over in front of other cars. Its epidemic and its disgusting and its because so many of us have just become ignorant, self centered assholes with no regard for our fellow man and then we turn on Action News and shake our heads over the latest "road rage" story.
At the moment that idiot cut me off today I was pissed off enough to want to kick his ass. I guess he was just the straw that broke the proverbial camel's back, and although I seriously wanted to get out when we both had to stop at the next red light (he got real friggin' far ahead of me, eh?) and drag him from the car and kick the shit out of him as payback for every other moron on the highway who ever did something really stupid in front of me, I didn't. I came home and got a serious case of keyboard rage. After every single one of his TV shows in which its revealed that some toothless, redneck hillbilly has discovered that her live in boyfriend/cousin is really a female who's sleeping with her sister AND her father, Jerry Springer signs off with this line: "Take care of yourselves...and each other."
We just don't do that on the roads much any more and people are dying because of it.
That's the View From The Mountain. If you read all the way to this point, you must really be bored. But I thank you.
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Adios, Bup
I am Wayne's older brother. Please allow me, on behalf of Carol and David and my brothers Joe, Jeff and our sister Wendy to welcome you here today to this beautiful church on such a gorgeous day. Some of you may have already noticed, and if not, I'm sure you'll see now that my siblings and I are all attired in the same T shirts. T shirts? To a funeral? These shirts are from the Firebird Raceway near Phoenix AZ where this past February Wayne and the rest of us attended the NHRA national drag race event. Wayne has always been a major NHRA fan and we were able to put a trip together so we could all go out to Phoenix and stay with our brother Jeff who lives there and go to the race. The point was to have all five of us in the same place at the same time, something which occurs rarely and hadn't for nearly 3 years. I don't know if we truly understood the significance of the event or maybe we just didn't want to admit to ourselves that this could be the last time this happened. Any way, I know Wayne had a blast! It was fun for us to see him having a good time and enjoying himself in spite of the fact that the weather for our weekend was NOT typical AZ weather. It was cloudy, overcast, windy, raining often and at times down right cold. It wreaked havoc with the race schedule but if they weren't racing cars it gave us a chance to hang out in the stands and talk and laugh and cut up about stuff from when we were kids and some of the things we got into.
Our parents, Bill and Joanne, raised five of us. They were both blue collar working folks who struggled and saved their entire lives to take care of us and put a roof over our heads. We were by no means a well to do family monetarily but I don't ever remember even once going to bed hungry. We may not have always gotten everything we wanted but we never once had to go without something we truly needed. Ours was the house in the neighborhood that all the kids flocked to and at any given time the house and the yard was crawling with kids. The down side to this was any time something BAD happened in the neighborhood other parents and or the cops always came to our house first...and more often than not at least one of the offenders was apprehended there. It was, however, pretty much assured that Wayne would NOT be one of the guilty parties. Frankly Wayne didn't really go in for most of the shennanigans and minor hooliganism that the rest of us reveled in. He was generally content to be listening to music or playing his drums or hanging out with his musician friends, who frankly, we thought were pretty weird. Wayne didn't really do the things we did, didn't seem to like the things we liked and really never seemed to be much like the rest of us. Not a bad thing, just the way it was. Maybe there's a reason for that.
Throwing political correctness to the wind, I'm going to lay it out for you. You may have heard a saying something like these when people talk about someone who is "different"....He's a hamburger short of a happy meal....his elevator doesn't go all the way to the top...and you may even have heard, "someone must have dropped him on his head when he was a kid". Well, my friends, I'm here to tell you today that that is EXACTLY what happened to our brother Wayne. He was born with a stubborn streak a mile wide. It would come to work well for him later with his battle with cancer but for now all it did was cause him problems. One of the ways Wayne best illustrated his stubborn-ness was particularly vexing to our mother. If Wayne did not care for what ever was being served for that particular meal (which was most of the time) he would flat out refuse to eat it. Once the battle of wills reached a certain point he would begin to eat...but he would refuse to swallow. You've seen pictures of squirrels with their cheeks all puffed out from nuts or acorns or what have you and the baseball players with the big wad of gum or tobacco, well that was Wayne. He would steadfastly refuse to swallow what was in his mouth and was actually capable of sitting there for hours with his cheeks jammed full of food. Now, by telling you this I do not wish to disparage our mother. Some of you may gasp and shudder upon hearing this and all I can suggest is that you walk a mile in her shoes. One day, after going round and round for hours with a kid sitting with his mouth jam packed full of partially eaten food Mom just snapped. She just couldn't handle it anymore so she snatched him up, took him outside, flipped him upside down and while dangling him by the ankles over the driveway began trying to shake the food out of his mouth. I guess he squirmed, she slipped, lost her grip...who knows?...but BAM. Face first into the driveway. Sorry Mom. I had to tell it. To the day she left this world if you wanted to make our mother cry all you had to do was to start telling this story about the day she face planted her son in the driveway. WE loved it. We told it all the time but it broke her heart. When I see her next time I know I'll be in trouble for bringing it up today.
All of us had nicknames for each other. Being the kind, loving, caring, compassionated big brother that I was, I got the nick name "OGRE". I don't understand why but I'll live with it. Wayne we called "Bup" and I have to confess I have no real idea why. Our uncle John, I believe gets credit for using it first when Wayne was small and it stuck. He did manage to acquire a few different AKA's over the years....Chetley, Chet, Roof Rabbit (don't ask me I never figured it out) but we always just called him Bup or Buppie.
In yet another demonstration of his infamous stubborn streak Wayne was sitting on the steps of our grand parents' house in North Philly. Our uncle Rob needed to come down and after Wayne steadfastly refused to move Rob tried to lift him under his arms and started to carry him down the steps...and you guessed it.....face plant number 2. Anyone starting to see a pattern here? One of Bup's early claims to fame was his greeting to friends and relatives who came to our house. Bup could usually be found sitting out in front of the house and when greeted by the new arrival would scowl and say simply, "GO HOME".
One day we were all out in the yard at our place in Trevose and were playing some semblance of touch football. Our uncle John had grown up playing baseball and was an accomplished pitcher. John could throw. Flat out throw. Hard, fast and accurate. During the course of the game Wayne got his nose out of joint over something, quit the game, went to the opposite end of the yard and began to harangue John. After a while John told him if he didn't shut up he was going to eat a football. That only prompted Wayne to turn it up a notch. From a good 25 yards away John heaved that football. I don't think Bup ever saw it coming. He heard it, I know that because I heard it whizzing when it sailed past me but he never saw it until it blasted him right square in the nose. Face plant #3.
When he was old enough Wayne got a car. We were living in the golden age of muscle cars. John had a 71 Camaro Z28, Bob had a Corvette, I drove a Trans Am Firebird...and Wayne...Wayne had the Bic Banana. It was a MOPAR, a GTX or Road Runner like thing with a huge monster motor and the wheel wells all hack sawed out to make room for these massive tires in the rear and then these little tiny skinny wheels and tires up front, an exhaust system sealed with bubblegum and duct tape and it was painted bright, eye injuring canary yellow, hence the banana part. I just have NO recollection of where the Bic part came in but that car was Bup's pride and joy. He took me for a ride in it. Once. The car was fast. Tire burning, smoking burnout fast. Stupid fast. Snap your head back and make your stomach queasy fast but the car was a jalopy bucket of bolts held together by prayer. I told him when we got back and I realized I had survived that he was crazy to drive that car. I told him I did dumb stuff like ride my motorcycle after drinking and run too fast on dark deer infested roads. I said I may be crazy to do that...but I'm not stupid enough to ever get back in that car.
There are most likely many of you here, not of Bup's immediate family who probably know more things about him than I know. I've learned things about him just in the past few days that I never knew before. There was a period of time years ago when he and I were at odds with each other. We found out years later after talking about it that during that time both of us thought the other did not like the other one. An Anonymous quote goes, "IT HURTS TO LOVE SOMEONE AND NOT BE LOVED IN RETURN. BUT WHAT IS THE MOST PAINFUL IS TO LOVE SOMEONE AND NEVER FIND THE COURAGE TO LET THAT PERSON KNOW HOW YOU FEEL." Years ago I went to a wedding in a Roman Catholic church and during the mass the priest had everyone turn and greet and shake the hands of the people sitting near them. I though that was a nice thing to do, especially during a church service but I'm going to ask just a tad more of those of you here today. If there's someone that YOU love, ESPECIALLY if you maybe haven't told them lately that you do love them...take just a second and do it now!
Another anonymous person said, "ONE DAY YOUR LIFE WILL FLASH BEFORE YOUR EYES. MAKE SURE THE SHOW IS WORTH WATCHING!" Wayne Paupst's life was worth watching. Not on TV or in the tabloid papers or on the Gossip Channel. There's no True Hollywood Story about him. He wasn't famous...or was he? I've been reading the entries into the online guest book on his obituary page and the common theme is men and women from all over the country, from all over the WORLD telling us how Wayne touched their lives in such a positive way through his work, his teaching and his mentoring. He's raised fine sons, good and decent young men who have already started their own families. His little grand son Elijah was the light of his life. He was a good and loving faithful husband. He loved his family, his work and his God. He was honest and hard working and exhibited a strength and courage during this fight, this battle, this showdown against good and evil, light and dark. Qualities that will be an ispiration to me for all the rest of the days I am permitted t walk this earth.
I am so thankful to Wayne's wife Carol and his son, David for allowing my brothers and sister and I as much time as we had with Wayne during his final hours here. Although the hurt and the pain that we felt from watching him suffer so was difficult to handle we feel priveleged to have been able to just sit with him, talk to him while holding his hand during his final hours and let him know...its OK now. Go be with Mom and Dad. In a time when other families may have opted to close ranks and just huddle together Carol and Dave gave us a gift more valuable than they could ever know. Thank you.
Did you ever wonder why so many smart people who say such smart things are named "anonymous"? Here's another who said, "DON'T WORY ABOUT LIFE. YOU'RE NOT GOING TO SURVIVE IT ANYWAY.' Sure enough, we're all going to have to leave some day. I can only hope, and ask and wish, because I have no right to expect or demand otherwise, that when my day comes I can face it with the strength, the courage, the faith and the dignity that our brother Wayne...Bup...showed when it was his time.
The guy who wrote the Cat In The Hat books...and my favorite, Green Eggs and Ham said in 5 seconds what I've been trying to convey for the past 20 minutes. Dr. Seuss said, "DON'T CRY BECAUSE ITS OVER...SMILE BECAUSE IT HAPPENED!"
We're not crying, Bup. We're all smiling now.
Adios. Vaya Con Dios....See ya later, dude.
Our parents, Bill and Joanne, raised five of us. They were both blue collar working folks who struggled and saved their entire lives to take care of us and put a roof over our heads. We were by no means a well to do family monetarily but I don't ever remember even once going to bed hungry. We may not have always gotten everything we wanted but we never once had to go without something we truly needed. Ours was the house in the neighborhood that all the kids flocked to and at any given time the house and the yard was crawling with kids. The down side to this was any time something BAD happened in the neighborhood other parents and or the cops always came to our house first...and more often than not at least one of the offenders was apprehended there. It was, however, pretty much assured that Wayne would NOT be one of the guilty parties. Frankly Wayne didn't really go in for most of the shennanigans and minor hooliganism that the rest of us reveled in. He was generally content to be listening to music or playing his drums or hanging out with his musician friends, who frankly, we thought were pretty weird. Wayne didn't really do the things we did, didn't seem to like the things we liked and really never seemed to be much like the rest of us. Not a bad thing, just the way it was. Maybe there's a reason for that.
Throwing political correctness to the wind, I'm going to lay it out for you. You may have heard a saying something like these when people talk about someone who is "different"....He's a hamburger short of a happy meal....his elevator doesn't go all the way to the top...and you may even have heard, "someone must have dropped him on his head when he was a kid". Well, my friends, I'm here to tell you today that that is EXACTLY what happened to our brother Wayne. He was born with a stubborn streak a mile wide. It would come to work well for him later with his battle with cancer but for now all it did was cause him problems. One of the ways Wayne best illustrated his stubborn-ness was particularly vexing to our mother. If Wayne did not care for what ever was being served for that particular meal (which was most of the time) he would flat out refuse to eat it. Once the battle of wills reached a certain point he would begin to eat...but he would refuse to swallow. You've seen pictures of squirrels with their cheeks all puffed out from nuts or acorns or what have you and the baseball players with the big wad of gum or tobacco, well that was Wayne. He would steadfastly refuse to swallow what was in his mouth and was actually capable of sitting there for hours with his cheeks jammed full of food. Now, by telling you this I do not wish to disparage our mother. Some of you may gasp and shudder upon hearing this and all I can suggest is that you walk a mile in her shoes. One day, after going round and round for hours with a kid sitting with his mouth jam packed full of partially eaten food Mom just snapped. She just couldn't handle it anymore so she snatched him up, took him outside, flipped him upside down and while dangling him by the ankles over the driveway began trying to shake the food out of his mouth. I guess he squirmed, she slipped, lost her grip...who knows?...but BAM. Face first into the driveway. Sorry Mom. I had to tell it. To the day she left this world if you wanted to make our mother cry all you had to do was to start telling this story about the day she face planted her son in the driveway. WE loved it. We told it all the time but it broke her heart. When I see her next time I know I'll be in trouble for bringing it up today.
All of us had nicknames for each other. Being the kind, loving, caring, compassionated big brother that I was, I got the nick name "OGRE". I don't understand why but I'll live with it. Wayne we called "Bup" and I have to confess I have no real idea why. Our uncle John, I believe gets credit for using it first when Wayne was small and it stuck. He did manage to acquire a few different AKA's over the years....Chetley, Chet, Roof Rabbit (don't ask me I never figured it out) but we always just called him Bup or Buppie.
In yet another demonstration of his infamous stubborn streak Wayne was sitting on the steps of our grand parents' house in North Philly. Our uncle Rob needed to come down and after Wayne steadfastly refused to move Rob tried to lift him under his arms and started to carry him down the steps...and you guessed it.....face plant number 2. Anyone starting to see a pattern here? One of Bup's early claims to fame was his greeting to friends and relatives who came to our house. Bup could usually be found sitting out in front of the house and when greeted by the new arrival would scowl and say simply, "GO HOME".
One day we were all out in the yard at our place in Trevose and were playing some semblance of touch football. Our uncle John had grown up playing baseball and was an accomplished pitcher. John could throw. Flat out throw. Hard, fast and accurate. During the course of the game Wayne got his nose out of joint over something, quit the game, went to the opposite end of the yard and began to harangue John. After a while John told him if he didn't shut up he was going to eat a football. That only prompted Wayne to turn it up a notch. From a good 25 yards away John heaved that football. I don't think Bup ever saw it coming. He heard it, I know that because I heard it whizzing when it sailed past me but he never saw it until it blasted him right square in the nose. Face plant #3.
When he was old enough Wayne got a car. We were living in the golden age of muscle cars. John had a 71 Camaro Z28, Bob had a Corvette, I drove a Trans Am Firebird...and Wayne...Wayne had the Bic Banana. It was a MOPAR, a GTX or Road Runner like thing with a huge monster motor and the wheel wells all hack sawed out to make room for these massive tires in the rear and then these little tiny skinny wheels and tires up front, an exhaust system sealed with bubblegum and duct tape and it was painted bright, eye injuring canary yellow, hence the banana part. I just have NO recollection of where the Bic part came in but that car was Bup's pride and joy. He took me for a ride in it. Once. The car was fast. Tire burning, smoking burnout fast. Stupid fast. Snap your head back and make your stomach queasy fast but the car was a jalopy bucket of bolts held together by prayer. I told him when we got back and I realized I had survived that he was crazy to drive that car. I told him I did dumb stuff like ride my motorcycle after drinking and run too fast on dark deer infested roads. I said I may be crazy to do that...but I'm not stupid enough to ever get back in that car.
There are most likely many of you here, not of Bup's immediate family who probably know more things about him than I know. I've learned things about him just in the past few days that I never knew before. There was a period of time years ago when he and I were at odds with each other. We found out years later after talking about it that during that time both of us thought the other did not like the other one. An Anonymous quote goes, "IT HURTS TO LOVE SOMEONE AND NOT BE LOVED IN RETURN. BUT WHAT IS THE MOST PAINFUL IS TO LOVE SOMEONE AND NEVER FIND THE COURAGE TO LET THAT PERSON KNOW HOW YOU FEEL." Years ago I went to a wedding in a Roman Catholic church and during the mass the priest had everyone turn and greet and shake the hands of the people sitting near them. I though that was a nice thing to do, especially during a church service but I'm going to ask just a tad more of those of you here today. If there's someone that YOU love, ESPECIALLY if you maybe haven't told them lately that you do love them...take just a second and do it now!
Another anonymous person said, "ONE DAY YOUR LIFE WILL FLASH BEFORE YOUR EYES. MAKE SURE THE SHOW IS WORTH WATCHING!" Wayne Paupst's life was worth watching. Not on TV or in the tabloid papers or on the Gossip Channel. There's no True Hollywood Story about him. He wasn't famous...or was he? I've been reading the entries into the online guest book on his obituary page and the common theme is men and women from all over the country, from all over the WORLD telling us how Wayne touched their lives in such a positive way through his work, his teaching and his mentoring. He's raised fine sons, good and decent young men who have already started their own families. His little grand son Elijah was the light of his life. He was a good and loving faithful husband. He loved his family, his work and his God. He was honest and hard working and exhibited a strength and courage during this fight, this battle, this showdown against good and evil, light and dark. Qualities that will be an ispiration to me for all the rest of the days I am permitted t walk this earth.
I am so thankful to Wayne's wife Carol and his son, David for allowing my brothers and sister and I as much time as we had with Wayne during his final hours here. Although the hurt and the pain that we felt from watching him suffer so was difficult to handle we feel priveleged to have been able to just sit with him, talk to him while holding his hand during his final hours and let him know...its OK now. Go be with Mom and Dad. In a time when other families may have opted to close ranks and just huddle together Carol and Dave gave us a gift more valuable than they could ever know. Thank you.
Did you ever wonder why so many smart people who say such smart things are named "anonymous"? Here's another who said, "DON'T WORY ABOUT LIFE. YOU'RE NOT GOING TO SURVIVE IT ANYWAY.' Sure enough, we're all going to have to leave some day. I can only hope, and ask and wish, because I have no right to expect or demand otherwise, that when my day comes I can face it with the strength, the courage, the faith and the dignity that our brother Wayne...Bup...showed when it was his time.
The guy who wrote the Cat In The Hat books...and my favorite, Green Eggs and Ham said in 5 seconds what I've been trying to convey for the past 20 minutes. Dr. Seuss said, "DON'T CRY BECAUSE ITS OVER...SMILE BECAUSE IT HAPPENED!"
We're not crying, Bup. We're all smiling now.
Adios. Vaya Con Dios....See ya later, dude.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Does anyone LISTEN?
Hi, reader. If there's more than one, I'm amazed. And grateful. Anyway, I've been away for a while. Its not that there's been nothing in the news to aggravate me. I suppose its the new meds I'm on that have calmed me down. Who knows?
This one is going to be pretty short. I read a news article in the Philadelphia Inquirer this morning. I'm not sure if I can import it or share it to the blog but I'll give you the web address. Its www. philly.com. If you go to the Local News section you can most likely find it. Anyway, the subject of the article was a review of a meeting held here in the City Of Brotherly Love, a round table discussion type of meeting, discussing the problem of violent crime here in the City. People are being shot and many killed at an alarming rate. Now this is not unique to Philly and I don't even think we're in the top 5 per capita for murders but there's still too many of them.
The meeting was attended by Mayor Michael Nutter, the newly elected District Attorney, Seth Williams, Police Commissioner Charles Ramsey and other high level officials from those offices and others in the city. The discussion was "moderated" by Dave Davies, a TV host from Philly's public TV station, WHYY. Can you say leftist? I knew you could. OK, get to the point. At one point in the discussion Mayor Nutter advanced the proposition that the overwhelming majority of violent crime in the city was "intra racial" (emphasis mine) which could be interpreted, in the immortal words of Donovan McNabb, as "black on black crime". The Mayor also opined that violent crime, especially murder, was very rarely a random event. He claimed and was backed up by the Commissioner, that many of these crimes occur among people that knew each other. "Today's victime is just as easily tomorrow's perpetrator", he said. "The significant perception that there is a randomness to crime in this city is just that - a perception. There's a whole lot of activity going back and forth between a relatively small percentage of the population." Again, the emphasis on a direct quote from the Mayor is mine.
That being said, the crime statistics, especially the murder rate, is highest in several of the police patrol districts in the city where its a fact of life that the overwhelming majority of the residents are "minorities", although in Philadelphia, these "minorities" make up the majority of the total city population. Go figure.
So here's where the does anyone listen come in to play. After all the above statements were made and agreed upon by the three major players, the Mayor, DA and Police Chief (did I happen to mention that all three of these highly effective and excellent examples of public servants were African American?) the knucklehead Dave Davies then tries to take Mayor Nutter to task for the Mayor's support of a "controversial" (Davies' description) police tactic, endorsed again by all of the Big Three, the stop and frisk policy, which was implemented solely to make an effort to take illegal guns off the street. Davies contends that the program has been criticized as targeting minorities disproportionately. Who are the police supposed to stop and frisk? 60 year old, orange haired Jewish ladies in the North East? An Asian shop keeper in Olney? A Russian jewler in Center City? Did he not hear ANYTHING the city leaders said? Does any one listen?
There are so many murders by gunshot being committed in this city that a report of a shooting rarely even makes the TV news unless there's multiple victims or its domestic violence related. The steady stream of murders being committed on the streets BY African American males AGAINST African American males only gets inside, back page coverage in the newspaper. Its not a racist rant, ladies and gentlemen, its an unfortunate fact of life and a damn shame. I know there are many, many reasons these young men don't believe they have any future, any chance of grabbing a piece of the American dream, but liberal, leftist leaning, egg head Public TV commentators need to bend over and take their heads out of their asses and realize that stopping the people who are most likely to commit OR be the victim of these crimes, in the neighborhoods where the crimes are most likely to occur is NOT targeting anyone disproportionately!
Until white liberal morons and African American race baiters come up with any idea what so ever about life in the real world, good work being performed by police officers risking their lives to try and stem the tide of violence will still be branded as "profiling" and therefore unfair. Its the same reason you see 70 year old women in wheel chairs being shaken down by TSA idiots at the airports while young, ethnic Arab males (the very makeup of the 9-11 hijackers) are waved through with only cursory examination of their credentials and personal property.
If you stuck with me so far, I thank you for reading, and, as always, I eagerly welcome your opinion. Happy belated New Year!
This one is going to be pretty short. I read a news article in the Philadelphia Inquirer this morning. I'm not sure if I can import it or share it to the blog but I'll give you the web address. Its www. philly.com. If you go to the Local News section you can most likely find it. Anyway, the subject of the article was a review of a meeting held here in the City Of Brotherly Love, a round table discussion type of meeting, discussing the problem of violent crime here in the City. People are being shot and many killed at an alarming rate. Now this is not unique to Philly and I don't even think we're in the top 5 per capita for murders but there's still too many of them.
The meeting was attended by Mayor Michael Nutter, the newly elected District Attorney, Seth Williams, Police Commissioner Charles Ramsey and other high level officials from those offices and others in the city. The discussion was "moderated" by Dave Davies, a TV host from Philly's public TV station, WHYY. Can you say leftist? I knew you could. OK, get to the point. At one point in the discussion Mayor Nutter advanced the proposition that the overwhelming majority of violent crime in the city was "intra racial" (emphasis mine) which could be interpreted, in the immortal words of Donovan McNabb, as "black on black crime". The Mayor also opined that violent crime, especially murder, was very rarely a random event. He claimed and was backed up by the Commissioner, that many of these crimes occur among people that knew each other. "Today's victime is just as easily tomorrow's perpetrator", he said. "The significant perception that there is a randomness to crime in this city is just that - a perception. There's a whole lot of activity going back and forth between a relatively small percentage of the population." Again, the emphasis on a direct quote from the Mayor is mine.
That being said, the crime statistics, especially the murder rate, is highest in several of the police patrol districts in the city where its a fact of life that the overwhelming majority of the residents are "minorities", although in Philadelphia, these "minorities" make up the majority of the total city population. Go figure.
So here's where the does anyone listen come in to play. After all the above statements were made and agreed upon by the three major players, the Mayor, DA and Police Chief (did I happen to mention that all three of these highly effective and excellent examples of public servants were African American?) the knucklehead Dave Davies then tries to take Mayor Nutter to task for the Mayor's support of a "controversial" (Davies' description) police tactic, endorsed again by all of the Big Three, the stop and frisk policy, which was implemented solely to make an effort to take illegal guns off the street. Davies contends that the program has been criticized as targeting minorities disproportionately. Who are the police supposed to stop and frisk? 60 year old, orange haired Jewish ladies in the North East? An Asian shop keeper in Olney? A Russian jewler in Center City? Did he not hear ANYTHING the city leaders said? Does any one listen?
There are so many murders by gunshot being committed in this city that a report of a shooting rarely even makes the TV news unless there's multiple victims or its domestic violence related. The steady stream of murders being committed on the streets BY African American males AGAINST African American males only gets inside, back page coverage in the newspaper. Its not a racist rant, ladies and gentlemen, its an unfortunate fact of life and a damn shame. I know there are many, many reasons these young men don't believe they have any future, any chance of grabbing a piece of the American dream, but liberal, leftist leaning, egg head Public TV commentators need to bend over and take their heads out of their asses and realize that stopping the people who are most likely to commit OR be the victim of these crimes, in the neighborhoods where the crimes are most likely to occur is NOT targeting anyone disproportionately!
Until white liberal morons and African American race baiters come up with any idea what so ever about life in the real world, good work being performed by police officers risking their lives to try and stem the tide of violence will still be branded as "profiling" and therefore unfair. Its the same reason you see 70 year old women in wheel chairs being shaken down by TSA idiots at the airports while young, ethnic Arab males (the very makeup of the 9-11 hijackers) are waved through with only cursory examination of their credentials and personal property.
If you stuck with me so far, I thank you for reading, and, as always, I eagerly welcome your opinion. Happy belated New Year!
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Go back home
Anybody remember a guy named Abraham Lincoln? Among other things, he made a little speech one day. He made reference to "government of the people, by the people, for the people."
Remember that? Here's a news flash for you, dear reader. YOU ARE THE PEOPLE. All of us together. Can anyone here disagree with my stating that this country, this state, this county, this municipality where you live is a mess? Its a world class clusterfuck. Why is that? How did it get this way? We did it. We caused it. Its our fault, yours and mine, 'cause we sat back on our fat, dumb lazy asses and we did very little to stop it. We did nothing. Another guy said, and I paraphrase, excuse me, its late and I'm not looking it, up something along the lines of it only takes good men to do nothing to allow evil to triumph over good. What's going on now in our "government" is unmitigated evil and again, I say, we did nothing to stop it. All we had to do was spend a few minutes of our day twice a year to go to the polls and vote. Just go and vote.
Now, you say to me, "its too late, the system has been so wrong for so long its beyond hope" and I say to you wrong. Dead wrong, its not too late and the fix is so ridiculously simple. About a third of the population on average elects all of the government and a good portion of THAT third are zealots of either the left or the right and they vote for the people who pander to them. All of that means nothing anymore. We can fix this by doing this: vote them out. Democrat, Republican, Green, Independent, Libertarian means nothing. What ever they are, if they are in office NOW vote them out. ANY incumbent. ANY present office holder. Take a minute next time the election cycle comes around, find out who holds the office now and VOTE THEM OUT. Nothing will get the attention of these professional, career politicians who have stacked the deck so squarely in their own favor by altering district boundaries and election laws quicker than one election that sees a majority of the incumbents, regardless of party affiliation, length of time in office or how good looking they are on TV, nothing will get their attention quicker than realizing that for the first time in history people went to the polls and resoundingly sent a message:
Go back home. You've been here long enough. Take your government pension, your life long health care, take it all, you can have it just GO BACK HOME!
Try it my friends. What have we got to lose? Take the time. Make the effort. Find out who they are and just send them home.
Remember that? Here's a news flash for you, dear reader. YOU ARE THE PEOPLE. All of us together. Can anyone here disagree with my stating that this country, this state, this county, this municipality where you live is a mess? Its a world class clusterfuck. Why is that? How did it get this way? We did it. We caused it. Its our fault, yours and mine, 'cause we sat back on our fat, dumb lazy asses and we did very little to stop it. We did nothing. Another guy said, and I paraphrase, excuse me, its late and I'm not looking it, up something along the lines of it only takes good men to do nothing to allow evil to triumph over good. What's going on now in our "government" is unmitigated evil and again, I say, we did nothing to stop it. All we had to do was spend a few minutes of our day twice a year to go to the polls and vote. Just go and vote.
Now, you say to me, "its too late, the system has been so wrong for so long its beyond hope" and I say to you wrong. Dead wrong, its not too late and the fix is so ridiculously simple. About a third of the population on average elects all of the government and a good portion of THAT third are zealots of either the left or the right and they vote for the people who pander to them. All of that means nothing anymore. We can fix this by doing this: vote them out. Democrat, Republican, Green, Independent, Libertarian means nothing. What ever they are, if they are in office NOW vote them out. ANY incumbent. ANY present office holder. Take a minute next time the election cycle comes around, find out who holds the office now and VOTE THEM OUT. Nothing will get the attention of these professional, career politicians who have stacked the deck so squarely in their own favor by altering district boundaries and election laws quicker than one election that sees a majority of the incumbents, regardless of party affiliation, length of time in office or how good looking they are on TV, nothing will get their attention quicker than realizing that for the first time in history people went to the polls and resoundingly sent a message:
Go back home. You've been here long enough. Take your government pension, your life long health care, take it all, you can have it just GO BACK HOME!
Try it my friends. What have we got to lose? Take the time. Make the effort. Find out who they are and just send them home.
Friday, October 9, 2009
Republicans, Democrats and Tiger Woods
I woke up cranky today. In and of itself that is not news. I wake up cranky most days. Waking up cranky and flipping on the cable news channels to hear of the awarding of the Nobel Peace Prize to President Obama is like pouring gasoline on a fire. As is my wont I fired up Facebook and made a few disparaging remarks and then lit up Twitter with a few more gems, especially after I heard the game of golf had been approved as an Olympic event commencing in 2016. More on the Olympics and golf later if I'm not too tired and drunk on Jim Beam and if I really think anyone has hung in and read that far. After a couple of "Tweets" I made some breakfast and took my two pit bulls out for their morning walk and game of dog hockey. Upon returning home and scoping the Blackberry out I found that two people, both total strangers, had found my remarks regarding the president sufficiently incendiary to prompt them to post replies, chastising me for my position and use of language that they felt was offensive when applied to their hero, President Barack Obama, whom I am fond of referring to as "Obamass, because, well, honestly that's what I think he is a good deal of the time. All three of these people, though, made it a point of calling me an "extreme right wing Republican", and frankly folks, that pissed me off. I thought name calling and generalizing was what "extreme right wing Republicans" did, not thoughtful, intelligent and enlightened supporters of our President. Notice that I did not refer to these people as anything other than supporters of the president. I did not make a snap judgement about them and assign them a label and button hole them into a certain group based on a few short statements because I have no freaking idea what or who they are. Do NOT LABEL ME.
For the record. I can't stand George W. Bush. I despise Dick (was there EVER a more aptly named man?)Cheney. I was inclined to support John McCain last year in spite of, not because of, him naming Sarah "NRA Barbie" Palin as his running mate. Full disclosure: As a red blooded American male pig I find Sarah to be incredibly hot! As a politician and the potential holder of the postion "one heartbeat away from the Presidency" I found her to be a joke. I would have actually voted for the Tina Fey version of Palin over the real one. I think Cheney, Rumsfeld and Wolfowitz, the triumverate leading the charge of the neo-cons in modern day DC should be arrested and charged as war criminals, as profiteers, as murderers for the loss of life in our US Armed Forces and for being stupid in public. I don't think there's nearly as much difference between a Republican and a Democrat as people think there is, especially once they have been elected to high state or national office. I pretty much despise ALL of them equally as much as the other. I think the war in Afghanistan was necessary and right. I think the war in Iraq was unnecessary and wrong. I honor, no revere, the service and sacrifice of the men and women in our armed forces who did not question the mission but went forth and did was asked of them regardless of my opinion or anyone else's of the decisions of the men(predominantly) who sent them to either or both theaters of operations. Those of you who know me know that I was a police officer for most of my adult career. I have openly and publicy endorsed the concept of the police shooting more offenders and beating people who truly deserve it while resisting arrest but I insist, no I demand, that the police play by the rules, be held to a higher standard of conduct than other citizens and I vehemently support the Bill of Rights and the concept that what I do in my house is my business and shame on you if you show up without a properly prepared and legitimate search warrant. I am a "law and order" guy so I endorse the death penalty, right? WRONG. I think the death penalty, as it is presently administered in this country is a disgrace. Poor people get executed, not moneyed or connected people. Taking upwards of 10 years to execute an offender is, to me, akin to waiting a month to punish your child after you catch him/her pilfering Chips Ahoy from the cookie jar. I support the broad term "gay rights". Gay/Lesbian/Bisexual/Transgendered is too much to type, so I'll use the generic term. Sue me if you don't like it. If two people are in love and are truly committed to each other I think they should have the right to marry. What the hell do I care? I think they should be able to have a say in legal and health care matters for their partner. I do not EVER want to hear about a GLBT person assaulted or harmed because of his her or ??? sexual orientation but at the same time I refuse to support "hate crime" legislation being expanded to include members of that group. I do not support assigning special victim status to people who manage to pigeon hole themselves into a specific group or class of people because I believe assault is assault and murder is murder. I endorse capitalism. If you can build a better mousetrap, market it, sell it and make a billion dollars I say more power to you but I believe if you do make that billion dollars you should pay at least the same per centage of your earnings in taxes as the guy who gets up every day and goes to work at your mousetrap company. Its not like that now - you know it and I know it. The deck is stacked against you if your are not a big money person. The state legislatures and the Congress have perverted the tax codes and the rules to allow big money, big companies, big business to make more. "It takes money to make money" has NEVER been truer in our country and I guess that's where this is headed.
I don't like Barack Obama. I think the day he was elected was a bad day for America. Is it because he's black? Lately its been popular in the media to say anyone who does not approve of him or questions his judgement or decisions is racist because he's black. I know he has a dark complexion and his hair appears to be similar to that of most persons of African descent but wait a minute. Last I heard Obama was HALF WHITE! So if the people who are against him are racist for doing so are they just half racist? Why is he the first "black president"? Why isn't he the first "dual racial" president? I have yet to hear a black person refer to Obama as so. They seem to want to completely disregard the fact that the man's mother was a white woman and he was raised by his white grandparents. What he is really doesn't count unless you are racist!!! I don't like Obama because I think he is bullshit. I refuse to believe, in my heart of hearts, that Obama is anything but a snake oil selling politician, no better or worse than 99.9 per cent of all the other snake oil selling politicians who have managed to get elected and are now running the country (into the ground). Obama was elected, largely on the strength of overwhelming turnout by younger people and African Americans who admittedly voted for him ONLY FOR THE COLOR OF HIS SKIN. Its a fact, people. Its a fact. Ask an African American. I know the reasons and can accept the reasons but please, just ADMIT IT! Consider this: A person who had reached the legal voting age of 18 by last November's presidential election was 10 years old when George W. was elected. As these young people came of age all they had as a politcal example was W and his ilk. To a young person living through 8 years of W and his bullshit and the war and terrorism and everything else that's gone on ANYBODY but Bush was a good choice, especially when the political process views issues and honesty as "an inconvenient truth" and is able to use spin and TV commercials and Saturday Night Live and The Daily Show as legitimate sources of political information. Michael Moore, who I think is an incredibly intelligent and gifted man, makes movies condemning white middle aged men who have too much money. Just about every bad thing in our lives in the past 25 years or so has been blamed on white middle aged men. We all know that is not true. White middle aged men are only responsible for about 90 per cent of all the bad things in our lives! Michael Moore is a white middle aged man who is a certified multi millionaire! His latest film excoriates the American system of capitalism that Moore has used to make millions and millions of dollars. He owns five houses and a Manhattan condo and when questioned about the hypocrisy says, "I own a house. I have to live somewhere". He is everything he rails against and is being celebrated by liberal people while he deposits another million in his accounts! Come on, people. Open your eyes! I couldn't imagine a person between the ages of 18 and 30 NOT voting for Obama. My problem is that its just like the Wizard Of Oz. Its all smoke and mirrors. Obama may turn out to be the greatest president the country has ever seen, and frankly, I hope it works out that way but when you see younger people interviewed on TV and they say they are so thrilled he was awarded the Nobel Prize because of "his ideas and his personna" and "because he's really smart" and "because he's bringing us the change we need" (these are all actual quotes heard today on both cable and broadcast news programs, folks, I swear its true) and "because he's African American and he understands us" and numerous other senseless, inane, assinine answers that have NOTHING to do with his actual running of the country! For Pete's sake (who the hell is Pete, anyway?) the guy's only been on the job for 9 months, how much can he have accomplished already? My biggest problem with him? The whole government propping up businesses, that, because of the way people running them ran them into the ground and should have been allowed to fail as a consequence and his blatant, bold faced 180 degree about face on the whole situation in Afghanistan and his refusal to take the advice of the people HE assigned to give him the story....while our young people continue to die there. My bottom line is this: No one. NO ONE. Gets elected President Of The United States Of America who has not already sold his soul to the devil by making deals (BOTH parties do it) with the big money interests who pull all the strings behind the scenes. Call it a conspiracy theory, call it what you will, but if you honestly believe there is more than "talking points" that make up the difference between a Republican and a Democrat once he attains high state and then national office I just think you're wrong. Maybe I'm wrong and you're right. Who knows? I just believe, with all my heart, that Barack Obama doesn't give a shivering shit about the plight of the average, every day, middle class American, be they black, white or whatever any more than George W. Bush, Bill Clinton, George H.W. Bush, Ronald Reagan, Jimmy Carter, Gerald Ford, Richard Nixon.....you get my point....did. The only difference is what they say in the TV commercials. "Change We Can Believe In" is the biggest pile of steaming, stinking bullshit sold to the American Sheeple in the past 50 years! If Obama actually does ever manage to change anything for the betterment of the average American I'll be the first to give him his props. But until then I'll continue to call him out when I feel its right, not because he's Dem. or Rep., black or white, left or right, conservative or liberal or what ever!
Golf? In the Olympics? Come on, now, seriously. Several outlets who supposedly have the ability to garner the information needed to make these pronouncements pronounced that Tiger Woods will make over ONE BILLION DOLLARS from playing golf and all the assorted endorsements, winnings and what ever. A billion dollars. In one year, folks. One year. One guy. Probably more than that next year. Phil Mickelson: upwards of half a billion. Hell the poorest guy on the PGA tour last year probably made several million. Although the ladies playing pro golf don't make nearly the money the men do, the top players on the LPGA tour are all multi millionaires. The Olympics lost the whole amateur thing years ago and we've been treated to NBA stars and NHL stars and I suppose its natural the pro tour golfers wanted in on it, but really, come on. They took softball out. Although a few of the ladies who played USA Softball were able to garner some endorsements and such (Jenny Finch, Cat Osterman) most of the competitors in the Olympics are really never going to become household names. They truly do compete for the love of their sport of choice and for the chance to represent their country. Do you honestly, for one milli second, think Tiger Woods or Michelle Wie are going to be out there for the glory of the good old U S of A? How many millions of dollars is it worth for Nike to be "the official golf equipment supplier to the US Olympic Team"? Hmmmm....money. Now there's a familiar theme.
BTW - dog hockey is played by going to the city recreation center on Academy Road and using the outdoor street hockey court. The court is only accessible by two doors which can be closed, allowing the two dogs to run free without worry of them taking a powder to chase a poodle. A pair of "Kong" brand nearly indestructable rubber balls can then be thrown for the aforementioned mutts to chase the balls, and themselves, to their hearts content while I laugh at their antics. Its good exercise for them and they love it!
Thanks, as always, for taking the time to read my ramblings. That's the View From The Mountain! What do you think??
William J. "Mountain Bill (don't you dare label me) Paupst
Full disclosure: I was in no way, shape or form compensated for my endorsement of the KONG brand of dog toys, although Sofie (my beloved mentally challenged shelter rescued pit bull terrier) was given a milk bone by the girl behind the cash register at PetCo when we bought the KONG balls.
For the record. I can't stand George W. Bush. I despise Dick (was there EVER a more aptly named man?)Cheney. I was inclined to support John McCain last year in spite of, not because of, him naming Sarah "NRA Barbie" Palin as his running mate. Full disclosure: As a red blooded American male pig I find Sarah to be incredibly hot! As a politician and the potential holder of the postion "one heartbeat away from the Presidency" I found her to be a joke. I would have actually voted for the Tina Fey version of Palin over the real one. I think Cheney, Rumsfeld and Wolfowitz, the triumverate leading the charge of the neo-cons in modern day DC should be arrested and charged as war criminals, as profiteers, as murderers for the loss of life in our US Armed Forces and for being stupid in public. I don't think there's nearly as much difference between a Republican and a Democrat as people think there is, especially once they have been elected to high state or national office. I pretty much despise ALL of them equally as much as the other. I think the war in Afghanistan was necessary and right. I think the war in Iraq was unnecessary and wrong. I honor, no revere, the service and sacrifice of the men and women in our armed forces who did not question the mission but went forth and did was asked of them regardless of my opinion or anyone else's of the decisions of the men(predominantly) who sent them to either or both theaters of operations. Those of you who know me know that I was a police officer for most of my adult career. I have openly and publicy endorsed the concept of the police shooting more offenders and beating people who truly deserve it while resisting arrest but I insist, no I demand, that the police play by the rules, be held to a higher standard of conduct than other citizens and I vehemently support the Bill of Rights and the concept that what I do in my house is my business and shame on you if you show up without a properly prepared and legitimate search warrant. I am a "law and order" guy so I endorse the death penalty, right? WRONG. I think the death penalty, as it is presently administered in this country is a disgrace. Poor people get executed, not moneyed or connected people. Taking upwards of 10 years to execute an offender is, to me, akin to waiting a month to punish your child after you catch him/her pilfering Chips Ahoy from the cookie jar. I support the broad term "gay rights". Gay/Lesbian/Bisexual/Transgendered is too much to type, so I'll use the generic term. Sue me if you don't like it. If two people are in love and are truly committed to each other I think they should have the right to marry. What the hell do I care? I think they should be able to have a say in legal and health care matters for their partner. I do not EVER want to hear about a GLBT person assaulted or harmed because of his her or ??? sexual orientation but at the same time I refuse to support "hate crime" legislation being expanded to include members of that group. I do not support assigning special victim status to people who manage to pigeon hole themselves into a specific group or class of people because I believe assault is assault and murder is murder. I endorse capitalism. If you can build a better mousetrap, market it, sell it and make a billion dollars I say more power to you but I believe if you do make that billion dollars you should pay at least the same per centage of your earnings in taxes as the guy who gets up every day and goes to work at your mousetrap company. Its not like that now - you know it and I know it. The deck is stacked against you if your are not a big money person. The state legislatures and the Congress have perverted the tax codes and the rules to allow big money, big companies, big business to make more. "It takes money to make money" has NEVER been truer in our country and I guess that's where this is headed.
I don't like Barack Obama. I think the day he was elected was a bad day for America. Is it because he's black? Lately its been popular in the media to say anyone who does not approve of him or questions his judgement or decisions is racist because he's black. I know he has a dark complexion and his hair appears to be similar to that of most persons of African descent but wait a minute. Last I heard Obama was HALF WHITE! So if the people who are against him are racist for doing so are they just half racist? Why is he the first "black president"? Why isn't he the first "dual racial" president? I have yet to hear a black person refer to Obama as so. They seem to want to completely disregard the fact that the man's mother was a white woman and he was raised by his white grandparents. What he is really doesn't count unless you are racist!!! I don't like Obama because I think he is bullshit. I refuse to believe, in my heart of hearts, that Obama is anything but a snake oil selling politician, no better or worse than 99.9 per cent of all the other snake oil selling politicians who have managed to get elected and are now running the country (into the ground). Obama was elected, largely on the strength of overwhelming turnout by younger people and African Americans who admittedly voted for him ONLY FOR THE COLOR OF HIS SKIN. Its a fact, people. Its a fact. Ask an African American. I know the reasons and can accept the reasons but please, just ADMIT IT! Consider this: A person who had reached the legal voting age of 18 by last November's presidential election was 10 years old when George W. was elected. As these young people came of age all they had as a politcal example was W and his ilk. To a young person living through 8 years of W and his bullshit and the war and terrorism and everything else that's gone on ANYBODY but Bush was a good choice, especially when the political process views issues and honesty as "an inconvenient truth" and is able to use spin and TV commercials and Saturday Night Live and The Daily Show as legitimate sources of political information. Michael Moore, who I think is an incredibly intelligent and gifted man, makes movies condemning white middle aged men who have too much money. Just about every bad thing in our lives in the past 25 years or so has been blamed on white middle aged men. We all know that is not true. White middle aged men are only responsible for about 90 per cent of all the bad things in our lives! Michael Moore is a white middle aged man who is a certified multi millionaire! His latest film excoriates the American system of capitalism that Moore has used to make millions and millions of dollars. He owns five houses and a Manhattan condo and when questioned about the hypocrisy says, "I own a house. I have to live somewhere". He is everything he rails against and is being celebrated by liberal people while he deposits another million in his accounts! Come on, people. Open your eyes! I couldn't imagine a person between the ages of 18 and 30 NOT voting for Obama. My problem is that its just like the Wizard Of Oz. Its all smoke and mirrors. Obama may turn out to be the greatest president the country has ever seen, and frankly, I hope it works out that way but when you see younger people interviewed on TV and they say they are so thrilled he was awarded the Nobel Prize because of "his ideas and his personna" and "because he's really smart" and "because he's bringing us the change we need" (these are all actual quotes heard today on both cable and broadcast news programs, folks, I swear its true) and "because he's African American and he understands us" and numerous other senseless, inane, assinine answers that have NOTHING to do with his actual running of the country! For Pete's sake (who the hell is Pete, anyway?) the guy's only been on the job for 9 months, how much can he have accomplished already? My biggest problem with him? The whole government propping up businesses, that, because of the way people running them ran them into the ground and should have been allowed to fail as a consequence and his blatant, bold faced 180 degree about face on the whole situation in Afghanistan and his refusal to take the advice of the people HE assigned to give him the story....while our young people continue to die there. My bottom line is this: No one. NO ONE. Gets elected President Of The United States Of America who has not already sold his soul to the devil by making deals (BOTH parties do it) with the big money interests who pull all the strings behind the scenes. Call it a conspiracy theory, call it what you will, but if you honestly believe there is more than "talking points" that make up the difference between a Republican and a Democrat once he attains high state and then national office I just think you're wrong. Maybe I'm wrong and you're right. Who knows? I just believe, with all my heart, that Barack Obama doesn't give a shivering shit about the plight of the average, every day, middle class American, be they black, white or whatever any more than George W. Bush, Bill Clinton, George H.W. Bush, Ronald Reagan, Jimmy Carter, Gerald Ford, Richard Nixon.....you get my point....did. The only difference is what they say in the TV commercials. "Change We Can Believe In" is the biggest pile of steaming, stinking bullshit sold to the American Sheeple in the past 50 years! If Obama actually does ever manage to change anything for the betterment of the average American I'll be the first to give him his props. But until then I'll continue to call him out when I feel its right, not because he's Dem. or Rep., black or white, left or right, conservative or liberal or what ever!
Golf? In the Olympics? Come on, now, seriously. Several outlets who supposedly have the ability to garner the information needed to make these pronouncements pronounced that Tiger Woods will make over ONE BILLION DOLLARS from playing golf and all the assorted endorsements, winnings and what ever. A billion dollars. In one year, folks. One year. One guy. Probably more than that next year. Phil Mickelson: upwards of half a billion. Hell the poorest guy on the PGA tour last year probably made several million. Although the ladies playing pro golf don't make nearly the money the men do, the top players on the LPGA tour are all multi millionaires. The Olympics lost the whole amateur thing years ago and we've been treated to NBA stars and NHL stars and I suppose its natural the pro tour golfers wanted in on it, but really, come on. They took softball out. Although a few of the ladies who played USA Softball were able to garner some endorsements and such (Jenny Finch, Cat Osterman) most of the competitors in the Olympics are really never going to become household names. They truly do compete for the love of their sport of choice and for the chance to represent their country. Do you honestly, for one milli second, think Tiger Woods or Michelle Wie are going to be out there for the glory of the good old U S of A? How many millions of dollars is it worth for Nike to be "the official golf equipment supplier to the US Olympic Team"? Hmmmm....money. Now there's a familiar theme.
BTW - dog hockey is played by going to the city recreation center on Academy Road and using the outdoor street hockey court. The court is only accessible by two doors which can be closed, allowing the two dogs to run free without worry of them taking a powder to chase a poodle. A pair of "Kong" brand nearly indestructable rubber balls can then be thrown for the aforementioned mutts to chase the balls, and themselves, to their hearts content while I laugh at their antics. Its good exercise for them and they love it!
Thanks, as always, for taking the time to read my ramblings. That's the View From The Mountain! What do you think??
William J. "Mountain Bill (don't you dare label me) Paupst
Full disclosure: I was in no way, shape or form compensated for my endorsement of the KONG brand of dog toys, although Sofie (my beloved mentally challenged shelter rescued pit bull terrier) was given a milk bone by the girl behind the cash register at PetCo when we bought the KONG balls.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Wish I Knew
This post, if it ever sees the light of day, is a fairly severe departure from my regular type. Its not a rant, or a complaint, or a call to action or arms. I'm not sure what it is. I sat down with no idea what, if anything, was going to make the trip from my head through my fingers and onto the screen. Normally I have some notion or topic that I want to cover or explore and I go with it. I actually believe, in my twisted mind, that I'm writing something that someone would actually like to read. I just don't know if that's the case here. This is not a rant. I suppose if truth be told its more of a whine. I've been reduced to whining because I just don't know what else to do. I have never, ever, in my life felt so powerless to influence or affect events that have such an impact on my life and the lives of my loved ones. I'm whining because I'm scared shitless that I'm going to get the call telling me my son has been killed in a foreign land by enemies of our country, savages who want nothing else in this world than the deaths of as many American soldiers as they can possibly cause. Animals who kill other humans as casually as we would tread on a spider and who have become so skilled with ways and methods so barbaric and horrific that details and accounts of their deeds are not believed by the rest of us. I can't do anything to stop it. I can't do anything to help him and I can't do anything to influence the people who are running this war and this country to make him or any of them with him any safer. I am not unique. I am no one special. Across this country thousands and thousands of other families deal with this every day and every night and I'm thinking most of them don't whine about it. They suck it up, accept it for what it is and hope for the best. Far too many of them have already had to deal with the nightmare. Right now 9 American families are finalizing funeral arrangements. No spoken or written word can do anything to help those people. I feel ashamed, knowing what these families are going through right now, to say one word about how hard this is for me to deal with. I feel ashamed, knowing what my son's wife goes through every day, to complain. I feel ashamed when I see my four grand children coping with every day life with no Daddy around. Let me tell you folks, it sucks and I only hope that my whining does not diminish his service. Something tells me that even though its wrong to feel this and even worse to express it, if I don't I'm going to explode. Maybe someone will read this, maybe not. Maybe just getting it out of my head and into black and white in front of me will be enough for me to move past it, suck it up and put my "game face" back on. I just don't friggin' know. All I know is I've never seen any other parents of a deployed soldier write anything like this. But I have to wonder if any of them feel or felt the same way.
Many, if not most of you know that my son, Billy, is currently serving a deployment with his Army Engineer Batallion in Afghanistan. He's been there since the first week of this past May and his deployment is scheduled to last until May 2010. We are hoping he will be able to come home for a "R&R" leave right around Christmas time. That's not guaranteed but we're hoping it will come about. Afghanistan is big news right now. I posted a rant a couple of weeks back imploring President Obama to follow the advice of his chosen Army generals to expand the war effort so as to be able to accomplish the mission as he, Obama, laid it out both during his campaign and upon being elected. Since the news broke of the Army's assessment of the situation the entire Afghanistan campaign has become the most hotly contested political argument surpassing even the debate over the health care reform efforts. This week on the CBS Evening News Katie Couric devoted three entire 1/2 hour news casts to the situation in Afghanistan and the debate currently underway in Washington regarding the course to be taken. Its obvious that there are no easy or simple solutions but once again, in true D.C. fashion the whole deal is being boiled down to the same old bullshit Democrat vs. Republican, Us vs. Them, Blue State vs. Red State, Liberal vs. Conservative and any number of other A vs. B scenarios and while all the arguing and posturing and statements and counter statements are going on one thing is constant: American kids are sweating and suffering and dying and, in the immortal words (at least here in the Philadelphia area) of one Ricky Watters, I have to wonder, "for who - for what?"
Ricky made a half hearted attempt to snag a football thrown his way and when chided for the blatantly obvious failure to give the expected "110%" that athletes are supposed to exert in their efforts to entertain us with their blood sport, Ricky responded with the above quote. To Ricky, doing so would have most likely resulted in his taking a pretty severe hit from the defending players, and, in Ricky's estimation, expending the effort required to make the catch would not have resulted in a substantial gain of territory on the field and so we were treated to, "for who - for what?" Ricky didn't care. Pro athletes get paid the same win, lose or draw.
Lately I've been kind of thinking along Ricky's lines when it comes to the goings on in Afghanistan. It just doesn't seem to me like anyone in Washington really wants to win the game. Obviously there's a whole hell of a lot more at stake here then who wins a stupid football game and don't think for one minute that I am trying to compare the war to a game. Its not. People can get hurt playing football but people die in war. The soldiers and marines over in "the Stan" don't think its a game either and they can't understand why the politicians who are running the country and the war think it is. Lately all we've been hearing about is Obama's "strategy" for moving forward, forming a "new strategy". What is wrong with his last strategy? What's changed since he formed the last strategy? I don't know. Do you? Does anyone? Last I heard there were people in Afghanistan who wanted to kill us. All of us. As many of us at one time as they could. Remember 9-11-01? I do. Us going in to Afghanistan was to find and eliminate the people who did that as well as all their friends and relatives who were lined up waiting for their chance to do the same. I suppose all we can do when faced with a situation we have not had to deal with previously is try and relate in some way to something we have dealt with. In my case I think back to a period of time in 1990 when I was assigned a foot beat in one of the most notoriously violent public housing projects in Philadelphia. I walked, with one other officer in and around 3 high rise apartment buildings. At any given time we were outnumbered probably 2000 to 1. Groups of loiterers gathered outside the building entrances in groups as large as 40 to 50 individuals and most of them either had guns on their persons or had them stashed close by and readily available. Our only hope of gaining any measure of respect and maintaining any hope of survival was to convince the locals that we were, A - the two baddest, craziest psycho cops they had ever seen and that, B - ANY effort on their part to challenge our authority or do us harm would be met with swift, sure and deadly retribution. You don't want your police to act that way? Get over it. It goes on every single night of the week and if it didn't there'd be more cop funerals than you could believe. Were it up to me there would not have been only two of us there. There would have been two HUNDRED! And we would have cleaned out the bad guys, locked them up, beat them up or shot the sons of bitches who we couldn't lock up or beat up and make sure they all knew if the decent people who lived in the projects had to live in fear and never come out of their homes then we would be back and we'd do it all over again. Doesn't work that way I guess. Can't be violating the civil rights of criminals lest we have Jesse and Al raising hell. But Afghanistan is not the projects and the animals over there have no civil rights.
War sucks. For the life of me I don't know why we all just can't get along and war over religion....RELIGION....is the most stupid thing I've ever heard of. Stupid. The word doesn't cover it. Asinine. I have no thesaurus handy, but war over religion is as dumb as it gets but we've been doing it since they invented religion and I don't guess its going to change anytime soon. But no matter how stupid the reason, war is war, and if you're going to get into one then you damn sure better make certain you win. Over whelming force, applied mercilessly and swiftly. Eliminate the enemy once and for all. If you're going to send our kids over there and ask them to accept the risk of getting killed they MUST know that their country and their leaders are giving them every thing they need to do the job, do it right, do it with extreme prejudice and then get them the hell out. Maybe if Leisure Suit Larry in Iran sees what happens to the Taliban and bin Laden's buddies he wouldn't be so quick to rattle his saber and that would be one less place we'd have to worry about sending our kids off to next.
So here I sit, in front of a computer, warm and safe in my home, and perfectly able to go to sleep (most likely with the assistance of some pretty gnarly drugs) and rest knowing that there is no one on top of the hill surrounding my house who is devoting every moment of his existence trying to figure out how to kill me. Is my way the answer to the problem? Hell no. I know that. I wish it weren't so but I know. But there's a lot of ground between my way and the way we've been doing things so far and maybe if we moved the operations a little closer to my way, and let the bad people know that we're there to stay and make life miserable for those who oppose us both my son and I could sleep a little better tonight. And I wouldn't feel like I was letting him down by being so worried. Thanks for hanging in and reading this far. 'Preciate it.
Many, if not most of you know that my son, Billy, is currently serving a deployment with his Army Engineer Batallion in Afghanistan. He's been there since the first week of this past May and his deployment is scheduled to last until May 2010. We are hoping he will be able to come home for a "R&R" leave right around Christmas time. That's not guaranteed but we're hoping it will come about. Afghanistan is big news right now. I posted a rant a couple of weeks back imploring President Obama to follow the advice of his chosen Army generals to expand the war effort so as to be able to accomplish the mission as he, Obama, laid it out both during his campaign and upon being elected. Since the news broke of the Army's assessment of the situation the entire Afghanistan campaign has become the most hotly contested political argument surpassing even the debate over the health care reform efforts. This week on the CBS Evening News Katie Couric devoted three entire 1/2 hour news casts to the situation in Afghanistan and the debate currently underway in Washington regarding the course to be taken. Its obvious that there are no easy or simple solutions but once again, in true D.C. fashion the whole deal is being boiled down to the same old bullshit Democrat vs. Republican, Us vs. Them, Blue State vs. Red State, Liberal vs. Conservative and any number of other A vs. B scenarios and while all the arguing and posturing and statements and counter statements are going on one thing is constant: American kids are sweating and suffering and dying and, in the immortal words (at least here in the Philadelphia area) of one Ricky Watters, I have to wonder, "for who - for what?"
Ricky made a half hearted attempt to snag a football thrown his way and when chided for the blatantly obvious failure to give the expected "110%" that athletes are supposed to exert in their efforts to entertain us with their blood sport, Ricky responded with the above quote. To Ricky, doing so would have most likely resulted in his taking a pretty severe hit from the defending players, and, in Ricky's estimation, expending the effort required to make the catch would not have resulted in a substantial gain of territory on the field and so we were treated to, "for who - for what?" Ricky didn't care. Pro athletes get paid the same win, lose or draw.
Lately I've been kind of thinking along Ricky's lines when it comes to the goings on in Afghanistan. It just doesn't seem to me like anyone in Washington really wants to win the game. Obviously there's a whole hell of a lot more at stake here then who wins a stupid football game and don't think for one minute that I am trying to compare the war to a game. Its not. People can get hurt playing football but people die in war. The soldiers and marines over in "the Stan" don't think its a game either and they can't understand why the politicians who are running the country and the war think it is. Lately all we've been hearing about is Obama's "strategy" for moving forward, forming a "new strategy". What is wrong with his last strategy? What's changed since he formed the last strategy? I don't know. Do you? Does anyone? Last I heard there were people in Afghanistan who wanted to kill us. All of us. As many of us at one time as they could. Remember 9-11-01? I do. Us going in to Afghanistan was to find and eliminate the people who did that as well as all their friends and relatives who were lined up waiting for their chance to do the same. I suppose all we can do when faced with a situation we have not had to deal with previously is try and relate in some way to something we have dealt with. In my case I think back to a period of time in 1990 when I was assigned a foot beat in one of the most notoriously violent public housing projects in Philadelphia. I walked, with one other officer in and around 3 high rise apartment buildings. At any given time we were outnumbered probably 2000 to 1. Groups of loiterers gathered outside the building entrances in groups as large as 40 to 50 individuals and most of them either had guns on their persons or had them stashed close by and readily available. Our only hope of gaining any measure of respect and maintaining any hope of survival was to convince the locals that we were, A - the two baddest, craziest psycho cops they had ever seen and that, B - ANY effort on their part to challenge our authority or do us harm would be met with swift, sure and deadly retribution. You don't want your police to act that way? Get over it. It goes on every single night of the week and if it didn't there'd be more cop funerals than you could believe. Were it up to me there would not have been only two of us there. There would have been two HUNDRED! And we would have cleaned out the bad guys, locked them up, beat them up or shot the sons of bitches who we couldn't lock up or beat up and make sure they all knew if the decent people who lived in the projects had to live in fear and never come out of their homes then we would be back and we'd do it all over again. Doesn't work that way I guess. Can't be violating the civil rights of criminals lest we have Jesse and Al raising hell. But Afghanistan is not the projects and the animals over there have no civil rights.
War sucks. For the life of me I don't know why we all just can't get along and war over religion....RELIGION....is the most stupid thing I've ever heard of. Stupid. The word doesn't cover it. Asinine. I have no thesaurus handy, but war over religion is as dumb as it gets but we've been doing it since they invented religion and I don't guess its going to change anytime soon. But no matter how stupid the reason, war is war, and if you're going to get into one then you damn sure better make certain you win. Over whelming force, applied mercilessly and swiftly. Eliminate the enemy once and for all. If you're going to send our kids over there and ask them to accept the risk of getting killed they MUST know that their country and their leaders are giving them every thing they need to do the job, do it right, do it with extreme prejudice and then get them the hell out. Maybe if Leisure Suit Larry in Iran sees what happens to the Taliban and bin Laden's buddies he wouldn't be so quick to rattle his saber and that would be one less place we'd have to worry about sending our kids off to next.
So here I sit, in front of a computer, warm and safe in my home, and perfectly able to go to sleep (most likely with the assistance of some pretty gnarly drugs) and rest knowing that there is no one on top of the hill surrounding my house who is devoting every moment of his existence trying to figure out how to kill me. Is my way the answer to the problem? Hell no. I know that. I wish it weren't so but I know. But there's a lot of ground between my way and the way we've been doing things so far and maybe if we moved the operations a little closer to my way, and let the bad people know that we're there to stay and make life miserable for those who oppose us both my son and I could sleep a little better tonight. And I wouldn't feel like I was letting him down by being so worried. Thanks for hanging in and reading this far. 'Preciate it.
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