MEET MY SON, KURDISTAN

December 8th, 2017

Went to the rock hound club meeting last night and there were some new faces there, people who’d come in to check it out, and among them was a forty-ish couple with a teenage daughter. Very pretty young girl with a very direct stare, which I found a little disconcerting, but otherwise she seemed to be a nice young lady.

What I want to know is WHY are some parents so stupid as to give their children names that are burdens? The mother wore a rather booze-damaged looking face, so maybe the use of alcohol and drugs had something to do with her naming that young lady ALASKA.

When that girl said her name was Alaska I had to severely stifle myself, as a horde of jokes and puns immediately entered my mind, such as Baked Alaska, and, What did you have against Nebraska? Any relation to Arkansas? And so on.

You don’t name your children after states or countries. I’ve always thought that Paris Hilton was a really arrogant, stupid name that only a too-rich snob would ever give a child, but I guess any stoned idiot can name their child Afghanistan or Maylasia, you don’t have to be rich, just totally unconcerned about the lifelong burden you just placed on your newborn.

KEEPING PROMISES

December 5th, 2017

President Trump is keeping another promise he made America and our ally Israel by declaring Jerusalem to be the capitol of Israel and starting the process of moving our embassy there from Tel Aviv. In doing this, he’s telling not just the Arabs of the world but the entire world that the United States is an ally of Israel, and at least as strongly an ally to them as to any other nation. He’s putting the world on notice that a line has been drawn.

This is a special message to Islamists and Globalists, a statement that we side with Israel against them, and a particular message to the Saudis, that we are now putting Israel first before them. The ugly days of Obama’s embarrassing hatefulness toward Israel and Muslim favoritism are over.

Erdogan, the dictator of Turkey that those people so foolishly elected, stated today that “A red line has been crossed.” His red line, an Islamist red line, yes, and if any of them react by attacking Israel, they’ll suffer serious consequences as a result. We have an air base within Turkey’s Tikrit Air Base and we provide a lot of income to Turkey through that and other, regular commerce between our nations. That can end if Turkey crosses OUR Red Line.

Erdogan should be careful of what he says, Pres. Trump is known to retaliate against words as well as deeds. He’s not a good person to threaten.

For years the Muslims have been threatening that Holy Hell would break loose if the United States dared to declare Jerusalem the capitol of Israel. Well, now they can show us what they’ve got, and then we and the Israelis can go ahead and stomp them flat for it, and no one will be able to blame us for doing it. This is an open declaration of war against all enemies of Israel, by both of us together, Israel and the USA, and I couldn’t be happier about it. Donald Trump’s Presidency is better to me than the Second Coming of Christ.

THE SPARKELHARDT CONFARCTION, OR…

December 4th, 2017

What the hell did I just say? Dang, forgot again. Another brilliant outburst gone south. Or was that east?
Memory. It’s about memory. The older people get, the more noticeable it becomes that some of them don’t remember things well. There was an old gal in the shop the other day who couldn’t stop talking, nothing unusual in that since most women love the sound of their own voice, but this one kept stopping while she searched for particular words that she knew but just couldn’t squeeze out of the cortex and into the frontal lobes.

She referred to these blockages as “Senior Moments”, and in truth, I’ve been having them for quite awhile. My command of the English language would have failed me completely if it weren’t for typing away in this blog every so often, as I often get stuck for that exact word that describes my thought more than any other. For me that’s more because of my lack of interaction with other people than anything else. What you don’t use, you lose.

However, yesterday I was reminded that my memory can play other tricks on me, and it freaked me out. It very honestly did.
I was talking to a young lady whom I’d previously been comparing in my own mind to another young lady I know, for various non-sexual similar traits. That’s right, I’m not a dirty old man and shame on you for what we all know you were thinking. Anyway, while talking to her, I referred to something the other young lady and I had done as having done with this one, which confused her pretty thoroughly until it dawned on me what I’d done, and that she was not the one. Now, THAT was a Senior Moment. I was seriously embarrassed by that and more than a little upset with myself for doing it, since it frankly scared me pretty good because the idea of becoming senile is to me the worst thing that can happen short of being slowly flayed by a horde of sadistic lesbians.

After sleeping on it and getting some mental distance from my initial reaction, I realized that it was just part of my lifelong disconnect from humans. Being around other humans tends to be stressful for me. The shop works okay for me because there’s a counter between me and those who come in the door, to keep them from actual contact, and that way I can be nice and calm and assured while conversing. But when I’m face to face with many people, I find myself wishing I were alone in the woods or some such. Yesterday was one of those occasions, and now I realize that the reason I made such an odd error is simply because I was wishing I was in the company of the other person instead.

However, it is also symptom of aging. I would never have done that when I was younger. Mistake one person for another, yes, we all do at some time, but not with these two people who look nothing alike at all. So it’s back to taking my Vitamin B Complex once again, something I’d spaced out doing. The B vitamins keep the brain train on its tracks and there’s nothing like the good, hard slap of a Senior Moment for a reminder. I must remember to take my vitamins if I’m going to live as a genius forever like I intend.

GENERATION OF TWEAKERS

December 1st, 2017

Today a young lady came into my shop who’d been in there once before. She looks to be about 7 months pregnant, maybe more. The last time she was in, she behaved normally, but this time she was plainly high on meth.

Lo, The Great Black Sheep sees the future of this young woman AND her unborn child, using my incredible powers of prognostication and Far Sight, I see… I see… This addicted person giving birth to a meth addicted baby and then feeding her newborn the milk from her breast, that’s contaminated with the methamphetamine that she continues to use.

I see this helpless infant grow up to be a meth addict just like her mother.

And you know, I don’t even need a crystal ball to see the futures of these two, the born and unborn.

RUNNING THE RACES

November 30th, 2017

Right up until 2008, things were going along well with racial differences. The NAACP’s divisive voice had quieted considerably as blacks found themselves merging more and more with the rest of society, and finding more and more acceptance as a direct result of their own decreasing racism.

The “White Guilt” ploy had worked pretty well to get those of other races to be more accepting of blacks and offer more equal treatment. There was some backlash, but not much and it died out as black racism itself died out. Generally, America was finally becoming free of racism on all sides.

Then Barack Obama was elected and began promoting racial division and hatred in a big way, even to using taxpayer money to fund racist Negro groups like Black Lives Matter and the Black Panthers, and invited Al Sharpton and other hateful racists to the White House and celebrated them. He launched a hate campaign against the police of America, aimed particularly at white police, that’s resulted in the murders of a number of police officers, mostly white, and the murders are still happening.

The reality is that black Americans would be serving themselves best if they were to join with white people in the effort to stop the influx of Mexicans and other Hispanics, and reverse it. Blacks become the tools of the Globalists when they fall for the “Hate Whitey” doctrine. The Globalists, Barack Obama among them, want to tear down America, to destroy it as a great power, and they seek to destroy the country from within. Black crime, riots and dissension serve only that purpose and do so to the harm of black people more than anyone.

Blacks are only 12 or 13 percent of our population, while Whites make up 77%. The more Blacks show racial hatred toward whites, the less jobs they’ll be able to find, the greater their poverty will be, the more of them will turn to crime, the more they’ll end up in prison, gaining nothing, losing everything, by succumbing to the hateful words of the Globalists with Judas goats like Al Sharpton leading them to their slaughter.

This, while illegals, mostly Mexicans, swarm in and take the jobs that many of us had, including many blacks, while they spread the use of heroin, to mostly blacks, and commit heinous crimes on blacks to drive them out of areas the Latinos want to make their own exclusive turf. Latinos/Hispanics don’t like Americans of any color and they especially don’t seem to like black ones.

Racism is as normal as any other form of discrimination among humans, but hatred is not. It’s one thing to prefer the company of those who look and think like oneself and another entirely to hate those who don’t. American blacks would be smart to stop being suckers for the Globalists and join with the rest of us against the illegal aliens from the South.

BOWING BIRDS, TROLLS ON PARADE, AND OTHER DEBACLES

November 25th, 2017

When I was a little boy I recall my father’s parents having one of those little hydrostatic wonders called The Drinking Bird. It’s a device roughly the size and shape of a bird that you place a glass of water in front of and dip it’s beak into. The cooling evaporation draws a liquid up a tube from the base, causing the thing to tip over on it’s pivot points from the weight imbalance, dipping it’s beak in the water again and repeating the process.

I bought some from China for the shop and set one to going this evening and it struck me that I’d always wanted one but never got around to buying one. Now I have a small batch and it dawned on me that these things should sell really well. So I ordered a dozen more. But the real point is that after all these years and all the opportunities I’ve had before to acquire one, I never did and now I wonder why not?

Anyway… There I was at the shop this morning watching the March of the Trolls, the blithering, filthy, piss-reeking, brain-fucked meth addicts walk past and seeing a couple of them wander around my shop hoping for something valuable to snatch up and sell for drugs. One who’s been in before was asking me the price of some incense hanging from a rack, and was no doubt very disappointed at it’s low price. She left after rushing about the store touching and tapping various items but stealing nothing.

I’m going to start doing what my landlord and neighbor merchant does and chase these derelicts out of the store the second they walk in. They’re only looking for something to steal anyway, and they smell really bad.

A few hours after the Troll Parade went past in the morning, the Annual Town Parade started up, with a strung-out bunch of vintage cars pulling boats with people in them and Christmas garlands on them, intermixed with vintage tractors pulling boats with people in them and Christmas garlands on them, and pickup trucks pulling boats and trailers with people in them and Christmas garlands on them, everyone calling out Merry Christmas, and young ladies on horses and little knots of people carrying banners and so forth, some of them strung out a block apart, and Highway Patrol and Sheriff’s Department patrol cars with lights flashing, and a few ambulances and a couple of ancient fire trucks, and the whole affair looking kind of sporadic and spontaneous and not really planned out well even though they’ve been doing it for over 40 years, every year, it finally trickled out and ended and everyone went home.

There was no Santa Claus and no theme to the parade that I could determine. I’ve been living here for over 5 years and this is the first I knew of the Annual Parade. It was probably the worst parade I’ve ever seen, but everyone seemed to be having a really good time riding in boats and utility trailers pulled behind old cars and such, and waving to people watching them. These people in this little town are probably the most unsophisticated group I’ve ever lived among, and that’s okay with me. They’re also more open and honest than city people, and the ones who come into my shop keep telling me how really glad the shop, and I, are here.

I can see why. The Irskine fire last year happened here, and it was the second-largest fire in California during a long season of really bad fires. People died, a lot of homes were utterly destroyed and the owners lost everything, lifetime accumulations. The poverty that’s endemic here only worsened, businesses closed up and the drive to Bakersfield for supplies is a hardship. Then I come along and open up the only crafts store in the entire area, sell stuff cheaply and provide low cost entertainment. I wonder if they’ll start a religion around me after I’m gone. It would be so much nicer if they did it now, I could use some offerings of silver and gold…..

WHEN DID I BECOME A PRIEST?

November 22nd, 2017

It’s the damndest thing. WHY should people running art and craft supply stores be treated any differently than people running any other kind of store. I mean, even the clerks behind liquor store counters aren’t burdened with the life histories of their customers, even when the customers are drunk.

Yet since the day I opened my shop doors, many of the people who’ve come in my door stop at the counter and begin telling me all of their woes. They tell me at great length about their medical problems, their financial losses, their children, their parents, they come and and start unburdening themselves as if I wanted to hear their tales of unhappiness and woe.

Not all of those who choose to confide in their sorrows do this. A few are upbeat and tell me of the fun they have crafting different things. One guy has been in twice with some home-made wood carving tools that are actually very nicely done. I bought them all from him, so he returned with a box full of huge vintage plastic airplane models, still new in the box, which he sold me at a very fair price. All this while, of course, he’s telling me about all the stuff he does. But that’s okay.

It’s the sympathy seekers, the lonely people who’ve been through hard times and want someone to commiserate with them, who seem the most likely to spontaneously verbalize their woes to me at the very sight of me. It’s really become a thing, anymore I half expect it from people. So I listen and nod and express my understanding, and eventually they wind down and leave, usually looking happier than when they came in, though not always. Sometimes they work themselves into a worse state or at least leave feeling unfulfilled. I can tell by their expressions if nothing else.

There is this one family that’s really a hoot. The wife is a really big woman. Not just very much overweight but also over six feet tall. Her husband is a dwarf, and they have a little dwarf daughter, six years old, who’s the size of a 3 year old. When they first came in I had a hard time keeping a straight face while talking to the husband, not just because of his body shape but because his eyes are of different size and shape. They’ve been in the shop 3 times now and I’m used to seeing him now, and by golly, these people have really taken a liking to me. Like I said, they’re a hoot because the little girl plainly thinks I’m Mr. Wonderful, and keeps putting on a show for me running around the store, while the wife dominates the dwarf guy, and he constantly asserts his manliness. There’s an almost pedophilic aroma about the relationship between that great big woman and that little male, but it’s a legal one, so what the hell.

Today the fat little bastard who’s been harassing me was back hovering around my doorway with an idiot teenage follower and I’d had enough, and went out, got right up in their faces and threatened the crap out of them. I guess that’s what it took, letting those two shits know that I’m not the least afraid of them and making it clear that they’d better stop screwing with me, because they took a wide berth of my shop and the whole area for the rest of the day.

I’ve had other shops in years past, a gift shop, a head shop, an antique store, plus two autobody shops, and never had to put up with anything like I have with this one. It’s because this town is special in it’s own unfortunate way. It’s crawling with meth and heroin addicts, along with homeless vagrants and lots of poor retired people. I really did pick a hell of a place to open a store of any kind, but you know what? Right across the street a crew is building a huge Dollar General store that has to be costing many millions of $$. I see no way they’ll ever pull a profit out of that expense but I’m really hoping they know something I don’t. This area could be prosperous if it weren’t for the entrenched human blight.

BULLIES IN TRAINING

November 18th, 2017

My new shop is proving to be a whole new exercise in patience, something I have loads of as long as humans aren’t involved. Ah, but they are, young ones, teenagers.

There’s a group of 5 of them who zip back and forth along the cement walkway in front of the string of shops that I’ve rented into, who go very fast, yelling and screaming every time they pass my open shop door. The other day I went out tried talking to them nicely to see if they might find it in their black little hearts to knock that crap off, and they spent the last half hour of that day focusing all their efforts directly in front of my shop.

I ignored them and waited to see if they’d come back the next day, which was yesterday, and they didn’t. But this morning, a Saturday with no school to render them somewhat harmless, there they were again. Only 3 of the 5 this time, so I went out and told them to leave or I’d call the sheriff. I heard one of them say “Fuck you” to me as he was leaving, but they did leave. About 10 minutes after my regular closing time today, here comes the fat one, the little pig on a scooter, going back and forth in front of my door.

I already had him pegged as the leader of these kids, and was pleased to see that none of them were with him. I knew he was doing this to see if I’d really call the sheriff, but what he didn’t realize was that I was overdue to close up the shop after finishing up with my last customer. So while he was outside being a jackass, I was busy cleaning out the register, picking up my thermos and jacket, and shutting off the lights.

Just as he was making another approach on his scooter, there I was outside the door, locking it. I didn’t even bother to look at him, I just got in my car and drove away and left him standing there like the little idiot he is. How mean of me to take all his fun away like that, huh?

That fat bastard is in bully training, looking for victims, and thinks that old people are good targets. He reminds me exactly of my neighbor Brian, the guy who kept threatening to kill me every time he got drunk enough. I never met a bully who wasn’t a coward and I never will.

IT’S GOOD TO BE ME

November 11th, 2017

As long as we continue to stay alive, years continue to pass for us and our bodies grow old. Personally, I never considered the passage of time to have anything to do with my worth as a person because my mind continues to stay sharp, my health good and my general condition to be as good as many and better than most.

It’s obvious, now that I’m well into old age, that most people see me as a peripheral sort of presence, someone not to be taken into consideration too seriously. After all, old people don’t live very long, generally, they’re not up and coming, they’ve shot their wad, run their race, and are now on the back burner of life. And so forth. Old people just don’t matter much.

What was never obvious to me until this afternoon and evening is that even old people consider other old people to be unimportant and peripheral.

Two months ago I decided that it was true, that if we’re not busy living, we’re busy dying. I was focused on trying to make sure I had enough money to outlast me, and was being very careful of what I spent, when it came to me that what I was doing was being busy dying. So I decided to DO something, and after looking around at our little group of communities, I settled on opening an Art and Craft supply store, for the simple reason that there was none here.

Six weeks later, after strenuous and concentrated effort, the store was ready to open, and now, two weeks after opening, I was invited to and attended the local Art Association meeting. But before I get into that, I want to mention that almost everyone who’s come into my new shop expressed gladness, sometimes considerable gladness, that the valley finally had a well stocked art supply store.

Okay, so the meeting was to start at 4:30 this afternoon and I arrived about 5 minutes early, only to find everyone sitting in a circle and discussing the election of new club officers. I was totally ignored, even by the person who’d invited me there, and stood there like a tree stump until finally one of the people I knew got up, welcomed me to the meeting and introduced me as the owner of the new store.

These people all felt very important, being members of the Valley Art Association and all, and no doubt most of them see themselves as really good artists. The home where all this took place is a big, expensive house. There was quite a bit of artwork on the walls, and most of it was awkward and amateurish with some of it looking like Grandma Moses doing Paint By Numbers. I was sincerely unimpressed and that’s only fair, since most of them were doing their very best to express their sincere unimpression of me. Not one of them asked me if I did any sort of art or craft. Not one. Only a few of them out of about 20 people even spoke to me.

I went to this little soiree not knowing how it would go but not expecting much, which is a good thing. I did it because for my shop, it was the smart thing to do, politically. I of course handed over the money for a membership in this exercise in organized snobbery, and with any luck I’ll never attend another meeting unless there’s something in it for me, because every one of them is a phony.

I can see past age. I give equal respect to children and the aged, both are valid humans until they prove otherwise. Of course, I give the same respect to birds and squirrels as I do people and anything else exhibiting sentience. This doesn’t make me superior to those who don’t, it makes me luckier.

And now, I would like to quote Spiro Agnew, one of our former corrupt Vice Presidents, who so very aptly said THIS: “A spirit of national masochism prevails, encouraged by an effete core of impudent snobs who characterize themselves as intellectuals.” A truth that will prevail beyond time itself.

SO? HELP ME? GOD?

November 5th, 2017

If you attend an Islamic “church”, aka mosque, regardless of which sect you belong to, someone of another Islamic sect may decided to blow up your church and everyone in it. Or shoot everyone, or just go in with a bunch of guys with knives and stab and behead everyone.

If you attend a Christian church, aka temple, regardless of which sect you belong to, someone of another Christian sect may decide to go in and shoot everyone dead.

In Texas today, an Irishman did just that to the members of a Baptist church. I’ll assume the Irishman was a Catholic and out to rid the planet of those filthy apostates. Of course, he could also have been just another Left Winger with a bunch of guns who wants to convince the rest of us that guns are bad instead of insane assholes like himself. It is a major push of the Left to take away our guns, and has been long before Mickey Mouse began committing bestial acts with Pluto. Or was that just an ugly rumor? Anyway, they do, they hate the Second Amendment and want desperately to disarm us so we can’t fight back when they go to take over our country… in their dreams.

BUT TO ME the bottom line in all these church slaughters and mosque slaughters is that if you’re not superstitious and don’t subscribe to worshiping spirits and believing that dead people come back to life and stuff like that, then your odds of living a long life are not only considerably improved over the Devout, but you also save tons of money otherwise given out in tithes and paid for in travel costs. Oh yeah, and in hospital and funeral expenses.

AI AS GOD

October 31st, 2017

Building on my previous post about Chinese advances in Quantum computing, I looked ahead, into the future of this, and how quantum computing would ultimately be coupled with artificial intelligence, AI. Imagine a sentient computer that makes instant computations involving all possibilities. Now give it control of an entire planet. All the resources, all the energy sources, everything. Wouldn’t it make itself “more”? Bigger, more control, over it’s solar system, over it’s galaxy, over the entire Universe.

If it were benign, we would call it God.

THE FUTURE OF HUMANS

October 23rd, 2017

The Chinese have surged ahead of the USA in Teleportation.
Yes. I said Teleportation. They already have a quantum satellite up and have established quantum communications between cities.

What QUANTUM really means, is quantum mathematics/electronics/mechanics/theory, and when the word is applied to communication and communication satellites, it means INSTANTANEOUS. With quantum communication, anything that happens in one place will happen at the same exact time in some other designated place. Quantum communications cannot be hacked by any known means.

The Chinese are also developing a quantum COMPUTER. Such a computer will be almost infinitely, and I use that word deliberately, faster than the fastest computer on the planet today. A quantum computer doesn’t examine possibilities one by one. It looks at all of them instantly, at the same time.

It is quantum computing that will enable one nation to conquer all the others, because that one nation that has quantum computing when the others don’t will be able to make exactly the right move every time with the least possible injury to itself, each time, and the greatest possible injury to the enemy. A quantum computer can hack every other computer on the planet almost instantly. Virtually all the military secrets of every nation would be instantly known.

So plainly, the nation that first has quantum computing will be the nation that rules the Earth. Period.

It’s not all bad. Quantum computers will at last give us anti-gravitational space flight and the ability to travel through wormholes from star system to star system. I think that actual stargates are possible, where we can travel instantly from planet to planet, anywhere we set up a transfer point, or “gate”.

I also think that humanity must eventually adhere to some form of communistic, ant-colony-like political/governmental structure similar to what the Chinese are evolving into, and that it’s most likely the Chinese who will become the ultimate victors.

Democracy is wonderful when a nation is undeveloped, as ours was, but when the population increases as dramatically as ours has and all the frontiers are long ago conquered, governments such as ours inevitably become corrupt. Pres. Trump is trying to reverse this corruption and take us back to a true democracy again, but I think it’s a losing battle. Most of humanity seems to be feeling the urge to merge into one governmental form, that’s why we have such a rise of Globalism. The feeling of change and a need for change is behind all the craziness, where we have parents claiming their little 5 year olds are having gender identity crises, and people getting themselves surgically mutilated to look like the opposite sex, or like snakes, or cats, or Barbie Dolls. Humanity is evolving and the Chinese presently are leading the way. See it for what it is.

COVERING UP THE TERRORIST ATTACK

October 19th, 2017

Now that the dust has settled on the Mandalay Bay Resort Casino massacre of 58 people, what hasn’t been told and what’s been kept from us is as revealing as if they’d gone ahead and told us the truth from the start, that this was a Muslim terror attack carried out by 3 shooters.

We know it was 3 shooters, the proof is undeniable, because nearly everyone there had an Iphone and there are multiple videos of gunfire flashes coming from the 3rd floor and one above that, besides the known attack from the 32nd floor.

This is being covered up as a terror attack for several good reasons, the first being to keep the American people from being afraid to attend future crowded venues, and the second is to keep the Muslims from gaining a single inch of advantage or publicity.

Meanwhile, as the blanket of secrecy continues to lay over it all, our government agencies involved in this investigation are combing the Earth for clues and information, and I’m betting that those behind it will end up either permanently disappearing or at the business end of a missile. Our people aren’t telling us anything because they don’t want to give away anything to the attackers. That’s SOP.

NOT ALL FREEDOM IS GOOD

October 16th, 2017

Marijuana laws are a mess. In California now, anyone can grow all the stuff they want and no one cares anymore, while in other states you can go to jail for just a small amount. If it’s going to be legal in some states it should be legal in all of them. The problem is that states have the right to legalize it even though the Fed. Government also has the right to arrest and prosecute possession of it.

What needs to happen here is not for the Federal Govt. to legalize it, but for them to simply take those laws off the books and take a neutral stand, and let the states work it out as they see fit.

The mindless liberal jackasses running this state passed a “immigrants rights and sanctuary bill” last month designed to protect “immigrants rights”. The problem is that it doesn’t, it protects illegal aliens and harms the rights of actual, legally defined immigrants. The aforesaid jackasses persist in calling people who sneak in here illegally, “immigrants”, which is a gross insult to all those who’ve come to this country legally, to become citizens here. The mostly Hispanic scum coming here in violation of our laws are the same scum who form gangs, do the drive-by shootings, the rapes and child rapes and murders and assaults and mayhem and suck up $billions in welfare and the cost of police and courts and jails and prisons… The harm this filth is doing to our nation is incredible, the diseases they spread that we’d wiped out, the huge negative impact on our national health and economy… And those JACKASSES in Sacramento call them immigrants and vote to protect them. They should be given fair trials for crimes against humanity and then shot.

BLACK O-LIVES MATTER

October 11th, 2017

They do, black o-lives really do matter, I mean, every time an o-live ventures out on the road it gets pitted, you know? Someone is always shaking their trees, picking them over and discriminating against them. The worst looking ones get shoved aside and the best end up sentenced to life in the can. It’s just so unfair. Freedom for black o-lives is nearly impossible, yet they enrich our lives so much, in our salads, on our pizzas, at the end of toothpicks…

THE SHOPKEEPER

September 30th, 2017

It was a dark and stormy night. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.

Okay, so I’m not writing a famous novel. This is a true story, anyway.

I’m opening a hobby and crafts store in our little town and I went to the bank to start a business account in the new shop’s name. There I was told that I needed to first get a business license and publish a DBA, a Doing Business As notice in the paper, which is required for businesses with a fictitious name, such as Acme Glass Company or such like.

So I asked, “which do I do first, the publishing or the license?” and they didn’t know. I called the newspaper and they didn’t know, so I called the county office that deals with such things and they said to call the clerk who only deals with licenses, and gave me her number. So I did. And here’s what happened.

She asked me if I was selling anything that had a serial number on it, things that you register the number of in case it gets stolen, and I’m not so I said No. Then she asked me if I was selling anything outside of my store, in the parking lot or wherever, and again I said No.

So she then told me I was not required to get a business license.

I never heard of such a thing, but when I went back to the bank to try again for a business account, I got it, because I also added my name ahead of the fictitious name, as the legal name of the business, making it a NON-fictitious name. So no need to publish in the paper, AND, run back and forth to the County Seat TWICE, a 50 mile excursion down a fast moving, narrow and winding mountain road, to deal with lots of bureaucracy and pay big fees for the privilege.

Freedom from government, you just don’t know how great it is until you suddenly have it.

THE QUESTION NO ONE ASKS

September 23rd, 2017

No one except me, apparently.
North Korea is China’s vassal. China owns and directs Kim Jong Un, aids and abets their outrageous behavior and provides the physical means in the form of food and oil and other materials for that little puppet regime to continue antagonizing the United States.

That they’ve been shooting their rockets right over Japan is no mistake, the Chinese hate the Japanese. Nothing will ever make them forgive what the Japs did to China in World War 2. If this were just Kim acting alone, his provocative missile shots would be over South Korea. But the Chinese tell him where to aim them and that’s what he obediently does. China owns North Korea, North Korea for all practical purposes IS China.

So now the question. Why is China deliberately pushing us to attack North Korea? If they didn’t want us to, they wouldn’t be threatening us with nuclear war. What’s in it for them? How do the Chinese benefit if we attack North Korea?

I don’t know what the Chinese leaders have in mind but there are a few obvious things. One is that the Chinese don’t want the North Koreans sneaking into China. They’re equivalent to illegal aliens Mexicans, they cause problems. An attack on N. Korea would kill off a lot of them. But, they can do that themselves, they don’t need us to control the population.

North Korea is the result of Communist China’s attempt in the 1950’s to take over the entire Korean peninsula, but we fought them to a standstill and both sides agreed to split the country in half. China got the North half. Maybe they just are still mad at us 60 years later??? If we attacked N.K., I bet the Chinese army would swarm in and do their damndest to bog us down in another endless war. That may be the real purpose of this, simply to weaken us, to drain us of resources.

The White House knows the truth, whatever it is, and Pres. Trump knows that the only real way to deal with N. Korea is to go after China, and that’s both what he’s going to do and has been doing.

I can’t help wondering what the real reason is that China’s pulling this crap. Maybe I got it right here but it doesn’t feel to me that I did. I bet there’s more, a lot more.

SELF-ABUSE

September 16th, 2017

I’m finally pretty much past the heebie jeebies and general trauma of deciding to open a retail shop in town, from scratch. At 78 it does seem rather stupid of me, and even after a year of cogitating on the idea, I’m still not real sure about it.

BUT, full speed ahead, Captain, the building is rented, the showcases are inside waiting to be unpacked as soon as I finish painting and repairing — or is that the other way around? The boxes of inventory goods are arriving daily and being daily carted over to the store-to-be and packed in the back room.

So what kind of shop is it, you ask? I know you asked, I heard you ask. I hear lots of things now, it must be the stress of starting a new business in a poor community in CALIFORNIA, of all places, Land Of Incessant And Ever More Burdensome Taxation. Which fact has definitely been part of my stress load.

Hobbies and Crafts with the emphasis on Crafts. Crafting craftily I crept quietly closer. Say that 10 times really fast. Polymer clay crafting, macrame (yes, it’s coming back) model boat and airplane building, beading, leather working, painting, with lots of different kinds and colors of paint that cost a bloody fortune, canvases, easels, drawing stuff, soap making, basket making, candle making… all sorts of crafts, lots of different crafting kits…

Anyway, I’ve gotten most of the ordering done and haven’t really spent as much as I thought I’d have to, but there’s always tomorrow and …. the unknown… but no stress, no, I’m fine, no really…

Anyway, today is COFFEE DAY. Today is the day I knew was coming when I’d run out of coffee and have to roast more. I buy it in bulk, green, and roast the beans in my oven about every 6 months. A lot of beans. They crackle and snap and pour out clouds of smoke, because they have to be roasted at 500 degrees F. and that’s pretty damned hot. Gotta watch em like a hawk because they can go from a nice brown to that foul tasting French Roast condition pretty quickly. But all was good and 3 more fat bags of roasted beans now reside in my freezer. You have to freeze them once they’re roasted or the oils in them go rancid. But frozen, they keep fine and taste fresh for a very long time.

So there you have it. Well, almost. The reason I’m opening a store, and a craft store specifically, is because I still plan on living forever and my income will all run out in less than 4 years now, and it seems like a good idea to have something to make a living with that’s easy. Crafts and hobbies, because there isn’t one in our entire, spread out area of about 10,000 – 12,000 people.

So burn a candle, spin a prayer wheel, set little pieces of paper on fire or whatever silly superstitious thing you do, dear Reader, on my behalf. What the hell, I’ll take anything. Send me money, tho, really, that would be good.

SANCTIONS

September 6th, 2017

Pres. Trump is using sanctions as a very effective tool in bringing other nations we’re involved with into line and getting a lot of complaints from them in the process. The latest griper is Vlad Putin, who said that it’s ridiculous for us to be asking for their help with North Korea when we put them on the same sanctions list as North Korea.

That’s actually pretty inaccurate and he knows it, our sanctions against N. Korea are for a totally different reason than our sanctions against some specific Russian businesses and banks. But that’s beside the point, as the real story here is that we have something that Russia and China don’t have in our sanction power.

Russia has nothing that we have to have. But if we cut off all trade with Russia, that would do a lot of harm to their economy. We’re already doing them harm as it is with the sanctions that exist now.

Sanctions threats against China are scaring the Chinese as well. We can target many specific entities, primarily banks and oil companies, and really clobber the Chinese economy. Of course they can and will retaliate against us by turning back a lot of our exports, but we can absorb that. The Chinese can probably absorb our sanctions too, but at the cost of stopping their outward expansionism, which is actually our primary goal. They’re using N. Korea the same way they’re using those artificial island they’ve militarized, for the same purpose.

Any nation that the United States stops trading with, is going to suffer very badly for it, far more so than we will, and it makes much more sense to conduct an Economic World War than a military one. With a savvy business leader like President Trump conducting it, we stand an excellent chance of winning.

CATASTROPHES-R-US

September 5th, 2017

“Oh, the ice caps are melting, the tide is rushing in,
All the world is drowning, to wash away our sins.”
A cute little song sung by Tiny Tim.

The story is that the South Pole ice cap is melting, actually. I’m don’t know if that’s true and really don’t care either way, but the story is also that the North Pole ice cap is growing thicker and larger, too.
So ON AVERAGE, the temperature of Earth is probably staying pretty constant.
HOWEVER, it’s not staying constant everywhere. It’s very possible that some areas are getting warmer and maybe a lot warmer. The hotter it gets out on the ocean, the bigger the storms get because more heat generates more wind, and we now have Hurricane Irma being called the most massive and deadly hurricane ever recorded. Ever. Right behind a hurricane that brought record flooding to Texas.

Hurricane Irma is expected to pretty much wipe out the state of Florida, which actually might not be a bad deal if it gets rid of all the fire ants and alligators. But it won’t. What it will do is remove a few hundred thousand boats that will end up littering the ocean bottom, uproot tens of thousands of trees and give roofers and carpenters all the work they can handle for the next 3 years. Oh, and kill at least 500 people, most of them black, because the blacks won’t want to leave for fear their homes will be looted. The reality is that a lot of them will be trying to do the looting and getting killed by the storm instead. Or should I say, the hope is that they will.

But anyway…. This storm is just a symptom of change. Yes, climates do change. Sometimes the changes are cyclical and sometimes they’re permanent. Not all deserts were always deserts, a lot of them used to be swamps, and the only time dramatic changes in climate are disasters is when humans are the critters getting disastered. Otherwise, Mother Nature takes it all in stride.

“Disasters” are part of living on a planet, just par for the course.

There’s over 7 billion of us now, so if some weather event were to kill off a couple billion, I wouldn’t personally consider that to be a disaster. If it killed off all but a few thousand, now THAT would be a human disaster. It’s all relative. Like if it killed me, for instance. That would be a truly epic disaster.