Sunday, 29 April 2018

Psychological Counseling Trend?

Over the weekend, this Marvel movie.....the Infinity War....was released, and in the middle of it....Peter Parker (aka....Spiderman) dies.  It's a nobel moment.

Across the nation, because of the blunt way that the movie ends...unfinished, with a dozen-odd character gone or dead, I suspect this week that a number of snowflake folks will be calling up their psychological counselor and asking for a 45-minute session.

You can imagine this scene....you asked for a special meeting over a grief situation.  The doc is sitting there...you got a tissue or two....a tear forming up.  The doctor asks you about which friend or relative who died, and you start jabbering away about Peter Parker or Spiderman.  He lets you talk for maybe three minutes, then he leans forward and says...."You know that Spiderman is not real....right?"

Then you go on about Nick Fury being gone, and Doctor Strange.  Around the 40th minute of this session, the doc suggests that maybe you ought to take a vacation, and just get away for a while.  But you say it's so hard, and you just can't accept Spiderman dying like this.  It's so unfair.

Normally, if you grew up in Alabama, you'd be fairly grief-stricken over a relative or neighbor passing.  You'd probably shed even a tear over a former governor passing away.  You'd be upset over most of co-workers who passed on.  In fact, you'd be grief-stricken over your dog passing, or even some of your more friendly cows who might have gotten struck by lightning.  Most Alabama folks however....just don't get very grief-stricken over imaginary people having passed on.

My brother in this case....if some snowflake had hyped up this whole chatter and their great grief.....would suggest to the guy that he's bailing hay this Saturday, and a whole eight hours of hauling hay would help to get the grief out of your system.  I'd tend to agree.  And at least with hay-hauling, you wouldn't have to pay some psychological counselor ninety dollars.

Trump: 2020

No one can say if Donald Trump will run a second time in 2020, or not.  What can be generally said is that the Democrats are obsessed with getting to November of 2018, and having some kind of 'path' toward impeachment as their solution.  Why?  My gut feeling is that they really don't want to reach November of 2020....with Eric Garcetti (mayor of LA, Democrat) as their chief competitor against Trump.  They need Pence as the opponent, to give Garcetti an opportunity to win.

So I will make four observations about Trump in 2020:

1.  The news media has a problem in that more than two-thirds of the general public....don't respect the media anymore.  It's the same problem with the Washington Post, NY Times, PBS, and the various cable news networks.  In the past, the media could carry a candidate all the way.....I don't think that magic formula exists anymore.

2.  The affect of pro-Trump blacks?  Well....in 2016, roughly 12-percent of blacks voted for Trump.  Several high-profile blacks have come out and talked pro-Trump situations.  Jobs for blacks over the past year have increased.  It wouldn't surprise me Trump increased the black vote up to 20 percent.

3.  If there is no massive Democratic vote trend in 2018's House election....then the hype is mostly all fake, and there's little chance of Garcetti getting a fighting chance for 2020.

4.  Finally, the money problem of the DNC (the Democratic National Committee).  It does exist.  It's a serious problem for helping the 2018 House crowd.  And the funds might prove to be their weakest link right now.

If Trump were to win....I'd go to the thirty states of 2016, and expect all of them to likely repeat.  Garcetti might be a better candidate than Hillary, but the general public has hit some point of being demoralized over the loss, with the country moving forward.  Lets face it....the economics didn't go south like the news media talked about in the spring of 2017.  There's talk of North Korea finally reaching some peace stage.  And the ISIS war in Syria has more or less concluded (with or without Trump's fingerprints on the mess). 

The Scooter Story

Lately, I've been following various stories out of San Francisco, and this odd story popped up over the weekend.

Folks there have decided that things with the electric scooter trend have reached a stage where 'control' needs to be established by the city.

Last week, I was reading 'rants' by locals, and one guy got onto this topic.....describing city as now having a Ho Chi Minh City appearance with all the motor scooters that rumble across the city day and night.

So the Municipal Transportation Agency says they want to fix this electric scooter issue....with a two-year permit test program that would limit the city to five e-scooter permits, and no more than 500 scooters for each permit.

There would be an absolute max of 2,500 scooters in San Francisco.  If the company could not manage their program.....the license would be yanked.

Adding to the rules....scooters would only be allowed into certain areas of the city.

Then the fee would fall into place (a company paying $5k per year to the city.  Later, they suggest it'd go to $25,000).

A maintenance fee?  Well, that got thrown into the mess as well....the rental company would have to pay $10k a year into some public fund.

Then the cherry on this whole idea would be that the five companies would have to come up with a plan on their own to help the 'poor' (low-income folks) pay for their scooter.

I sat there looking at the fees involved, the necessity of funding low income users of scooters, and profit-margin for each of the five companies.  It'd mean that you as a 'renter' would have to pay in the range of $100 to $150 a month once they got to the higher $25k a year fee for the companies involved. 

The odds that people would cooperate?  That's the thing about this.  I can't see how a user would sign up for some lease program....they'd just bypass this, and buy the scooter on their own. 

The city?  It's mostly creating a law and pretending that the public will obey it when it's built as a 'joke'. 

It's simply another small reason to leave California.