Just a brief post since it has been a few days. I had foot surgery and it has left me non-ambulatory for about a week. It hurt like hell, just as I was told it would but now is much better. I feel confident writing here as I think most people are like me; they would rather have an ingrown toenail than read a boring blog like this.
Foy
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Saturday, September 8, 2007
This is TedAbout 15 years ago I brought home a cat and named him "Bill." He is still with us and weighs approx. 25 pounds. At one time he was just under 40 pounds. The kids grew up with Bill and particularly my younger daughter Jennifer, spent most of her childhood with him. As with any pet I suppose, not all of it has been good.
There have been two crisis in which his value, in dollars, had to be decided. Each of these required a visit to a place in my soul I do not like - how much to spend to preserve something living and loved. If I were a man of vast resources my capacity for compassion would be enormous. Because I have little money, I went to this distasteful destination within me prepared, if necessary, to be a ruthless bastard. Bill has survived both trips.
Because hundreds of dollars more have been wasted on electrical cords, furniture and door frames, my wife and I have sworn to everything Holy that no animal will ever come after Bill. The same 15 years of Bill's companionship has also kept my wife's mother from ever walking through our door - she cannot breath because of the cat. Once again, the value of Bill has been, perhaps, wrong. So, absolutely no more cats.
Two days ago, a beautiful kitten of about 4 weeks stood at our door. When the doorbell rang, I opened and there stood Jean, holding him. She asked me for milk and I only resisted a little. That evening, he was in our house, our hearts and is now in my daughter's house. Having a cat named Bill, this new cat, of course is "Ted." My granddaughter is currently in love with Ted.
The swift violation of a commitment I made rattles me. Is my word worth anything? Can my wife not have her mother to visit? What kind of people are we?
Foy
Because hundreds of dollars more have been wasted on electrical cords, furniture and door frames, my wife and I have sworn to everything Holy that no animal will ever come after Bill. The same 15 years of Bill's companionship has also kept my wife's mother from ever walking through our door - she cannot breath because of the cat. Once again, the value of Bill has been, perhaps, wrong. So, absolutely no more cats.
Two days ago, a beautiful kitten of about 4 weeks stood at our door. When the doorbell rang, I opened and there stood Jean, holding him. She asked me for milk and I only resisted a little. That evening, he was in our house, our hearts and is now in my daughter's house. Having a cat named Bill, this new cat, of course is "Ted." My granddaughter is currently in love with Ted.
The swift violation of a commitment I made rattles me. Is my word worth anything? Can my wife not have her mother to visit? What kind of people are we?
Foy
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
Monday, September 3, 2007
I am the rare conservative that will admit listening to NPR. Its not that I am looking for something to oppose; I just like the dialog. I also enjoy their stories that last longer than 90 seconds. They will spend as long as it takes to get down where it is personal. I weary of the spin, I hear in much of the media, engineered for easy parsing of embedded messages the spinner hopes will become an oft repeated sound-bite.
The villainy they ascribe to fossil fuels I grow weary of as well. Here is what I like:
A big, heavy and comfortable ride possessed with a HUGE warp of torque down low in the RPM's. This is best accomplished by endowment of vast cubes and lots of liters. So what if it uses lots of gas. The only thing we have more than oil on this earth is water, air and earth (dirt.)
Perhaps an overstatement.
However, the published reality of hundreds and hundreds of years of oil we all are floating upon requires effort to find. Why is the "science" calling for the sky to fall more entertaining than research suggesting there is no emergency?
When NPR tells me my country has 5% of the worlds population and 30% of the cars - I am smug with fat pride. It is fun to watch the oh-so-cerebral effort to make me feel like a 400 pound no-shave with a foot-wide cheese burger spewing grease mixed pickle slime all over their car seat. SUV's, boat trailers and dead dinosaurs are not the enemy. Why has the lucky bastard in a plush, air conditioned rocket become such a large target? Easy to hit by the lame of shot? Easy to frame and point to envy? The jealousy is already there, like stumbling over dropped boxes of rifle shells; just give 'em a gun and a picture of their own car.
250 million vehicles. Didn't we just pass 300 million people in the U.S. a while ago? Awesome! I think Norway should have all the 900 horse power Suburbans they want. I don't know much about Norwegians but I respect a man who knows how to work. A low producer is someone who's ass their father never kicked. At $37.99, Norway has the most output per working hour in the world, so says the International Labor Organization for 2006. The United States is second at $35.63 and the American worker produces $63,885 of wealth per year too, more than anybody else except Norway. I say: bomb Norway.
How can anybody generating that much wealth care about global warming? Soulless pricks, probably put their plastic milk jugs in the same trash bag with the soup cans. They don't care about the rest of us and they certainly don't give a damn about the next generation. If they are so fat and happy, why don't we divert enormous sums of money from the hungry and oppressed and instead, build into their infrastructure the complex ability to reduce greenhouse gasses? And if they are not receptive to our societal benevolence, we should drop a couple dozen Daisy Cutters on these selfish, non-recycling, oil pumping cruise ship owners.
Why are we not pissed off about unnecessary pain? How many species of animals do we have to save before we get around to saving one innocent 11 year old from random amputation? We get our panties in a wad every time we see an H2 increasing somebodies "carbon footprint" while every country in the world watches and sighs at Darfur's displaced and dead.
It is a matter of choice and priority. Your neighbor's Excursion is a waste of you time.
Foy
The villainy they ascribe to fossil fuels I grow weary of as well. Here is what I like:
A big, heavy and comfortable ride possessed with a HUGE warp of torque down low in the RPM's. This is best accomplished by endowment of vast cubes and lots of liters. So what if it uses lots of gas. The only thing we have more than oil on this earth is water, air and earth (dirt.)
Perhaps an overstatement.
However, the published reality of hundreds and hundreds of years of oil we all are floating upon requires effort to find. Why is the "science" calling for the sky to fall more entertaining than research suggesting there is no emergency?
When NPR tells me my country has 5% of the worlds population and 30% of the cars - I am smug with fat pride. It is fun to watch the oh-so-cerebral effort to make me feel like a 400 pound no-shave with a foot-wide cheese burger spewing grease mixed pickle slime all over their car seat. SUV's, boat trailers and dead dinosaurs are not the enemy. Why has the lucky bastard in a plush, air conditioned rocket become such a large target? Easy to hit by the lame of shot? Easy to frame and point to envy? The jealousy is already there, like stumbling over dropped boxes of rifle shells; just give 'em a gun and a picture of their own car.
250 million vehicles. Didn't we just pass 300 million people in the U.S. a while ago? Awesome! I think Norway should have all the 900 horse power Suburbans they want. I don't know much about Norwegians but I respect a man who knows how to work. A low producer is someone who's ass their father never kicked. At $37.99, Norway has the most output per working hour in the world, so says the International Labor Organization for 2006. The United States is second at $35.63 and the American worker produces $63,885 of wealth per year too, more than anybody else except Norway. I say: bomb Norway.
How can anybody generating that much wealth care about global warming? Soulless pricks, probably put their plastic milk jugs in the same trash bag with the soup cans. They don't care about the rest of us and they certainly don't give a damn about the next generation. If they are so fat and happy, why don't we divert enormous sums of money from the hungry and oppressed and instead, build into their infrastructure the complex ability to reduce greenhouse gasses? And if they are not receptive to our societal benevolence, we should drop a couple dozen Daisy Cutters on these selfish, non-recycling, oil pumping cruise ship owners.
Why are we not pissed off about unnecessary pain? How many species of animals do we have to save before we get around to saving one innocent 11 year old from random amputation? We get our panties in a wad every time we see an H2 increasing somebodies "carbon footprint" while every country in the world watches and sighs at Darfur's displaced and dead.
It is a matter of choice and priority. Your neighbor's Excursion is a waste of you time.
Foy
I am new to blogging. Until I figure this out my post will short.
Recent unfortunate events have left me wanting to be with my family as it existed earlier. There are periods while growing up I remember as painful or otherwise difficult. Some of those "hard" times I now would happily revisit.
During a particularly grim winter in 1970, we were poor and stimulated day and night by an extremely uncertain future. We did, however, love each other and there was never any question of loyalty or distrust. We were together by fate and circumstance yet each of us wanted to be with with nobody else.
That warmth and desire is no longer with us. The epiphany then, for me, is the unwanted deeper grasp of what makes "hell," hell. I now am burdened with intense longing for all of my family to want each other like we used to. I want my mother, grandmother, little sister and me to be poor again, eating just toast and grapefruit and stuffed into a cramped and humiliating existence.
Then maybe we could justifiably speak well of each other. Those "hard" times were much easier than now. I am well (over) feed and surrounded with every comfort and convenience. I would eagerly (and angrily) feed all I have through a wood chipper to relive just one day in that cold apartment surrounded by people that care and speak well of each other.
Foy
Recent unfortunate events have left me wanting to be with my family as it existed earlier. There are periods while growing up I remember as painful or otherwise difficult. Some of those "hard" times I now would happily revisit.
During a particularly grim winter in 1970, we were poor and stimulated day and night by an extremely uncertain future. We did, however, love each other and there was never any question of loyalty or distrust. We were together by fate and circumstance yet each of us wanted to be with with nobody else.
That warmth and desire is no longer with us. The epiphany then, for me, is the unwanted deeper grasp of what makes "hell," hell. I now am burdened with intense longing for all of my family to want each other like we used to. I want my mother, grandmother, little sister and me to be poor again, eating just toast and grapefruit and stuffed into a cramped and humiliating existence.
Then maybe we could justifiably speak well of each other. Those "hard" times were much easier than now. I am well (over) feed and surrounded with every comfort and convenience. I would eagerly (and angrily) feed all I have through a wood chipper to relive just one day in that cold apartment surrounded by people that care and speak well of each other.
Foy
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