Saturday, 15 December 2012

Your Life in a Hundred Words

As you got up this morning and walked out to your truck to drive to work.....you looked over at your neighbor standing in his driveway.  He's an odd guy who moved in six months ago....is obsessive about doing everything on a schedule, and doesn't ever say much.  You do a faint wave, but he just glares in your direction.

You drive off to Karl's Esso station and fill up.  You kind of notice an odd car at the end of the station with out-of-state tags and two guys in it.  They're just sitting there.  No action, but they are observing you and the side-door to Karl's station.  You pay and quickly leave.

As you drive forty miles to work....you have some gal who almost swipes your car as she moves from lane to lane.  Another guy is on some speed episode and seems to be out of it mentally.

As you pull into the parking lot of the company....there's Joe who got fired yesterday....just sitting in his car and looking pretty hard at the building.  He's frustrated and holds anger from yesterday.

Inside the building....there's Martin who is in a big argument with his division chief, and there's a security guy behind the boss....ready to move at a moment's order.

By late afternoon, you leave and drive back home.....stopping at Duffy's Bar-B-Q Shack.  Wanda is talking in a hostile fashion on a cellphone....likely to her ex-husband, and she's threatening him with legal action and hinting she might have some guy watching him.

You stop by the Dollar General store to pick up dogfood, and find that your old buddy from high school is hanging around the store....the guy who does meth regularly these days.  You quietly slip in, and quietly slip out.

You drive home, and push the door slowly open....looking for evidence of someone having broke in.  Nothing moved.....things appear OK.

Somehow, you survived the day.  You put down your leather shoulder bag on the table.  From the side pocket, you pull out your Walther PPK 9mm and put it by your bed.  The truth is....there were sixteen people today that you were prepared to kill, if necessary.

Somehow, you avoided all that messy stuff.  Call it luck.  Call it a blessing.  Call it karma.

Tomorrow will be a fresh new day, and potentially another sixteen guys that you may have to take down.

It's life in 2012, and you were probably better off thirty years ago when you just worried about trashy women, food poisoning, and transmission failure.

The Senate Game

It takes a few minutes to explain the Senate game.

Senator John Kerry is being pursued as the next Secretary of State.  Course, if accepted....he has to resign as Senator, and the governor of Massachusetts has to pick someone to sit in the office for roughly four months....until an election could be held.  The inside choice right now to pick....is Ted Kennedy's widow...Vicki.  Folks wanted to pick her back when Ted died, but there were some curious things that occurred.

You see....Ted's folks (the real Kennedys)....have a problem with Vicki.  Vicki is not of the Cape Cod crew or a real Massachusetts individual.  Vicki, you see....came from Louisiana.

Vicki is a lawyer, and fairly well-connected into the Democratic Party.  Vicki got connected up to Ted Kennedy in the early 1990s....helping him stabilize his life....get clean and sober, and go the straight and narrow path (at least, folks tell you this and you are supposed to believe it).

For some folks in Massachusetts, Vicki has paid a fair price for her situation....by keeping Ted alive another decade.

For the inside members of the Kennedy family, they tend to see her as simply bumping into Ted....using him for his last decade to move up the Democratic Party ladder, and preparing herself for the eventual grand anointment of being the "Kennedy" senator from Massachusetts   Naturally, they don't see her as being worthy of the Kennedy name.

She's hinted that she really doesn't want to be appointed  but I'm guessing that the governor will find some logic in picking her.  The problem is that an election occurs several months later.  The Republicans might actually find someone to make this a tough race.  And the Kennedy family members might actually find a real Kennedy to insert in the Democratic primary against her.

An interesting race?  Yeah.  A Kennedy versus a Kennedy.  You just don't have races like that everyday.

You'd Like to Jump on Gun Control, But......

....this shooter kid didn't buy his weapons....he took them from Mom's gun's collection that she was legally and competently holding.

.....the shooter kid could have easily gun to the internet and gotten the ingredients and instructions on building pipe bombs, which would have killed numerous people anyway.

.....most all gun sales people are using the national database to already check out people buying the gun....who in 99.9 percent of cases....pass the routine check.

.....you start to think over the concept of "drug control" which doesn't really get drugs off the street.  But if you believed in control, then starting "bear control" would stop bear attacks, starting "bridge control" would stop bridges from failing, and starting "ID theft control" would absolutely prevent ID theft.  Only the naive believe in such controls ever working.

....if you did start start identifying 2k people a month for permanent mental health imprisonment, you'd have a second campaign going on to free the 2k folks from this terrible mental health institute.

.....you've kind of noticed that DC outlawed handguns, and it hasn't helped much at all.

.....you've noticed that a few of these episodes each year revolve around automatic rifles, but the vast majority are regular handguns.  So unless you were willing to go back to the old fashion one-round rifles or pistols, there's not much to discuss.

.....you've noticed that drunk-driving deaths are a bigger occurrence than handgun deaths.....yet regulation on alcohol and driving hasn't done much.

At the end of the day, you come to realize that you aren't willing to put thousands (maybe tens of thousands) of people into mental institutes.  Then you come to realize that there are various ways to kill off large groups of people.  And then you come to realize that databases have massive holes in them for practical uses.  So other than listening to some political figure chat for an hour about the word "control".....you don't know what exactly can be done.