We Must Tell the King the Sky is Falling!

No need to tell the king. He is here to tell us.

When I think of climate change, I think of traveling from the Bahamas to the North Pole or the seasons going from summer to fall. Unfortunately for some, climate change means the melting of the polar ice caps and the demise of the world, as we know it. King Gustaf of Sweden graced the Dearborn area with his presence on Friday. Meeting with Governor Granholm, the good king proudly announced that Sweden is a perfect example of how a country can be successful while reducing greenhouse gases (CO2). Apparently, the makers of the world famous Swiss army knives have found a way to forge steel and mold plastic without creating these dangerous gases. Chances are; they are trading carbon credits with basket weavers in Indonesia.

Meanwhile, Governor Arnold was re-emphasizing his disagreement with Bush regarding climate change. Arnie has no problem with people pollution (illegal aliens). But, he is very concerned about the potential of polar bears drowning a hundred years from now. BTW, Arnie is much less imposing since he got off the steroids. He even looks a little emaciated now. So, I’m not concerned he will kick my butt for saying this.

John McCain even mentioned climate change during the debates last night. Note to John, et al: Man’s affect on global warming is negligible.

Bottom Feeder Empowerment

For now, the current financial crisis seems to exist as a simply bewildering cloud of threat. It seems too sprawling and complex to be fully grasped and too massive and abstract to actually seem personal (so far).

Much of the eye glazing (brain glazing, really) for me at least comes from those dollar sum prefixes. A million is something major; a billion is many millions, and a trillion is that next big sum as we move up the ladder. And we’re hearing trillions tossed around more and more lately in this cloud of threat. So, how much is a trillion?

A stack of $100 bills equal to $1 million is about 4ft. A billion is 4,000 ft. A trillion is 789 miles.

In seconds, one million = 11 days; a trillion = 32,000 years.

At a spending rate of $1,000/day, a $ trillion would last 2.7 million years.

Breathtaking sums for those making something under $50/hr. (who would need at least 9.5 million years to earn that trillion). An impossible reach up, yet the toxins which now have the markets staggering all began with financial titans reaching down to woo struggling peckerwoods like us.

Seductive logic, overreaching, and the bogus notion that houses could never lose value set this killer circus in motion. And it’s amazing that this towering system, circulating uncountable sums of money, could be crippled by the side effects of dancing with bottom feeders like us.

My, my don’t we all feel empowered?

moveon's Latest.... kinda :)

moveon.org is selling t-shirts with this artwork. I hope they don't mind the adjustments I made to it.
(No, I didn't mess with his face. He really looks like he's asleep in the original!)

Scenes We'd Like to See

Here’s a movie plot idea that you will never see.
With all the concerns about carbon credits and carbon footprints, what if Hollywood (great promoters of the scam) was to do a movie about making a movie without a carbon footprint?
Here’s the scenario:
An environmentally conscious Producer wants to make a movie with no carbon footprint.
Action (blow ‘em up) sequences are considered, but not embraced because of the billowing black smoke.
Movie lights are deemed unusable because of the high amounts of electricity required to run them.
Catering trucks are banned because of the CO2 output.
The Producer tries desperately to find someone to trade carbon credits with (i.e. basket weavers in Indonesia).
Ultimately, the Producer comes to the conclusion that carbon dioxide is not such a bad thing. We all exhale CO2 and plants use it to make more O2 for us.
Too bad we’ll never see it.

Plan to foreclose

Have you heard the latest amoral enterprise? It's plantoforeclose.com http://plantoforeclose.com/index.html

Here's their selling point: "You're going to lose your house anyway, plan to foreclose. Live in your own house rent free for up to 18 months."

The expert they quote is a nut-case financial adviser on CNBC.

This reminds me of the "Don't Waste Your Money" segment on channel 7 in Detroit. She advised people not to waste the Economic Stimulus Package money on new purchases. She recommended paying down credit card debts and mortgages; the exact opposite of the intent of the bill.

plantoforeclose.com is bizarre concept that should be outlawed, not promoted. People will be foreclosed on without planning. We don't need people promoting it.

Makes You Go, huh?

When I was in the Army, I had a Top Secret Crypto clearance. A few of the guys I went through training with were not able to get their clearances. They became truck drivers.

The United States is on the verge of possibly electing a person that would never be able to get a clearance because of his dubious past. Yet, this person may become the Commander-in-Chief of the greatest military force in the world.

It’s a sobering thought.

You go, girl!

Ant Bonnie

Can someone tell me when it became normal to pronounce aunt “ahnt”? This is another one that happened while I was napping. I’m 58 and have called my aunts “ant” my whole life. People that can’t even conjugate a sentence want to appear sophisticated and pronounce the word “ahnt”.

Just some suggestions.....
1) Stop using double negatives.
2) Start using the proper verb tense.
3) Then, start calling your aunt, "ahnt".

You'll sound a lot more intelligent and sophisticated.

Fear of Becoming a Red Neck?

Baseball hats serve a purpose. They keep the sun off the top of your head and shade your eyes from the sun. Today, some wearers appear to have stepped off the set of an Our Gang Show. The brim isn’t coming close to shading his eyes. To say it looks stupid would be an understatement.
The rest of the cap wearers look like catchers on a baseball team that just took their masks off. Jeff Foxworthy must have put a real fear into these folks. They are guarding the back of their necks from the rays of the sun.

McPalin

Palin not Wan

It’s fun to realize who (and how many) are being driven crazy by the ascendancy of Sarah Palin.

Think of it: in upward mobility, wielding power, gutsy confrontations, and even the use of firearms she’s on an even footing with all the big guys. She has attractive and mannerly children, a collaborative husband, a stage presence, and is not the least bit disturbing to look at.

All this is to say she totally embodies the Feminist ideal, but she comes from the wrong side!

What’s more, she didn’t have the good form to simply stop with this initial stuff. She has the nerve to be pro drilling, enough moxie to have an active faith, and the temerity to be pro life. What (or Who?) has the feminist world come to?

Straight Pipes

Did noise abatement laws change when I was asleep, or are motorcycle riders now “thumbing their noses” at the law? It is rare these days to see (hear) a bike with a muffler. Yea, I know, it’s a “safety thing” to be able to hear the biker coming. But, I don’t need to hear it from a ½ mile away.

There’s probably not many bikers out there that can read, so could you do me a favor and tell them that there is law against disturbing the peace? Someone needs to do it, since law enforcement won’t.

Pull Your Pants Up!

Wearing pants with the belt line around the thighs is another phenomenon that defies sensibility and practicality. Those that practice this bizarre habit walk like a one year old with a load in his diapers.

I love to see perps running from the scene of a crime and be tripped by their falling pants.

Bed Hair

Something that happened while I was napping is “bed hair”. People actually pay money to make them look like they just got out of bed. Many movie stars, TV personalities and entertainers have embraced this as the norm. It must have begun when one of the aforementioned people was late for an appointment.

A child told the king he had no clothes. Someone must tell these folks that bed hair is not a good look.

Dear Barry

I received a letter from the DNC, requesting a donation. I immediately tore it up and threw it into the trash. Then, it occurred to me, I could send a letter in the postage paid envelope at his expense, telling him what I really thought about him. I taped it back together. Of course, I also added a few more bits of paper, hopefully putting it over the weight limit, costing him more. Gosh, I hope he gets a chance to read it. The following is that letter.

Dear Barry,

I apologize for the tape. I tore up your letter before I realized that I could use the opportunity to tell you what I believe in.

I believe you are a huckster with a track record of not choosing you friends and acquaintances wisely.

I believe you are a politician, just like all the others.

I believe you are a Socialist at heart with the intent of not only redistributing wealth within the U.S., but you intend to eliminate world poverty with money the U.S. doesn’t even have. If you are going to do anything, make Social Security a viable enterprise. Help the U.S., Barry!

I believe you will bring the country down to a level comparable to what we had before the industrial revolution with the help of your friend Algore.

I believe you will take one of the best health care systems in the world and mirror the crumby health system of Canada. Barry, in case you are not aware, they come to the U.S. for treatment! Where will the Canadians for treatment if they can’t come here. You’re an international guy, Barry. Have pity on our neighbors to the north, even if you don’t care for us.

I believe you lack integrity sir. I believe your words are hollow and have no substance.

You are not the anti-Christ. I don’t give you that much credit.