WALMART SHRUGGED

I finally found the book I have been wanting to read for several months at Walmart. I started hearing about this novel by Ayn Rand several months ago on the last bastion of free speech (talk radio) and kept thinking I need to see what all the hubbub was about. After all, this book was released in 1957.  A fellow blogger whose opinion I highly respect (Tim) recently wrote about seeing the film adaptation of the first part of the book spurred me to finally track down the paperback. I used to read a lot, but haven’t cracked a new book in quite a while. I did re-read Orwell’s 1984 again last year for at least the 15^th time. Can you tell what my favorite book of all time is? Every time I read that novel, I get something out of it that relates to the world today.  The movie adaptation of that novel was spot on. John Hurt played Winston Smith like the book was written around him and Sir Richard Burton as the antagonist O’Brien gave the last performance his life and to me his most memorable role.

I wanted to see the movie Atlas Shrugged, but the only screens in the Indy area that it was playing on were in Carmel and the far Northeast side of Indy, the traffic version of no mans land. That’s not really an accurate description, what I mean to say is the traffic up there is hellish, my intention was to get my little sis, Rita to go see this movie with me because my spouse is like her’s and would not be interested in this type of flick.

Unless the release widens I will probably wait till it comes out on Blu Ray and buy it. The horrible reviews of this movie by the Hollywood leftists idiots have convinced me it hits too close to home for them and it will be worth the money just to piss them off.

I do not know the entire storyline, but suffice it to say I know the movie shows our country is heading into some uncharted territory that this country may never be able to find its way out of if we continue to be led by emotion instead of by logic and the rule of law.

A side benefit of starting a thousand page novel, maybe I will be able to find a way to relax at night and get a sleep rhythm going again.

Sleep depravation seems to be a pattern with me these days, last night was no exception. I finally slipped out of this world about 3:30 AM, ahh blissful nothingness, until 0500 hundred hours when my wife proceeded to start kicking the shit out of me while she was dreaming some 911 scenario. It slurringly went like this, “ 911 ! 911! There is (unintelligible) moving in the parking lot, please come quick!”. This was delivered in a monotone voice, reminiscent of the beginning of the show Cops.

I have become accustomed to her screams and goblin voices in the middle of the night, but the physical abuse in the middle of the night is where I draw the line.

The next time she does this to me I will be the one calling 911 and maybe we will be on the next episode of Cops!

THE HONEYMOON IS OVER

Monday, I grudgingly gave credit where credit was due. I gave props to our Commander-in-Chief for giving the go-ahead on the order to exterminate that vermin better known as Usama bin Laden. I still do, but as I said at the time, some of the crucial Intel came from CIA interrogation techniques gathered at Gitmo. As a candidate, Obama railed against President Bush and his treatment of K.S.M and all the other al qaeda dirt bags that murder, rape, sell drugs, and use women and children as human shields.

Obama is a hypocrite and I’m glad in this instance that he is. Now, Obama needs to apologize to President Bush for the lies he told about him.

Dianne Fienstein was just on TVsaying to the best of her knowledge none of the bin laden location Intel came from water boarding. I guess the just used the reward program to get them to talk, hey Khalid Sheikh Mohammed what would you do for a Klondike Bar?

Other apologies also need to be made by several democrats who call our soldiers and specifically our Special Forces nothing more than Bush’s death squads.

The people who criticized our military and Special Forces are not worthy to tie their boot laces. The training the Seals go through can be only accomplished by the best of the best. Eighty percent of the trainees in Seal training wash out before graduation, 70 % don’t even make through phase one, and the guys who wash our are no punks either, that’s for damn sure.

I’m glad we didn’t take bin laden out with a drone. It gratifies me that the last 25 minutes of his life he knew all of America were coming for him.

The last thing this ghoul saw was an American and that makes me proud.

The assholes who worship him like a god need to know, this piece of shit died a true coward, trying to hide behind women and children.

I learned they prepared his body for burial in accordance with Islamic law, they washed his body and I bet that was a tough job considering he no doubt shit his pants or whatever the hell he was wearing.

Can’t wait for the ACLU to weigh in on this.

Gee I hope someone remembered to read Usama his rights!

A ROYAL PAIN IN THE ASS

I don’t give a royal shit about the wedding of Prince William and Kate Middleton. They are starting coverage at 4:00 AM here in the states. I remember when Prince Charles married Di. I didn’t give a shit about that one either. I do remember every TV show and soap opera had it in there story line that someone in the show got invited to it and had the Royal wedding in there damn shows.

I don’t have a particular ax to grind with England’s monarchy; I just feel that the royal family is the richest welfare recipients on the planet. What else would you call them?  They don’t do anything and the government just keeps giving them a shitload of money.

I’m not saying they should do away with the monarchy, polling shows that the people of that country widely support the royals. In other words, if they want to waste their money on a bunch of freeloaders it’s their business. I am just sick and tired of hearing about this damn wedding.

 I guess maybe I shouldn’t throw stones, after all people probably got tired of me talking about my daughter’s recent nuptials, but at least the viewing public didn't get stuck with that bill!

TO SLEEP PERCHANCE TO DREAM

It’s been a long time since I have gone an entire night without one minute of sleep; probably not since the days I had to work emergency service and had one of those extreme weather days where the number of calls out lasted the number of hours that my part of the Earth faced away from the Sun.

 For what ever reason last night while lying in bed with my little fan blowing in my face and my lovely wife beside me after a wonderful evening of cooking dinner for my kids and my daughters new in-laws, I just couldn’t go off the grid.

I went to bed at a respectable 11:30 PM, I did have some pain issues with the recent operation, but no more than usual. The stress level was within normal limits. I lay there getting into my Zen thing with the mind idling sound of the fan and got to the tipping point of this world and the other world of alternating blackness and dreams. Just when I felt myself slip over and go into shutdown mode, something pulled me back over.

When it happened I just knew it was not a temporary set back. You just know your going to have to take other measures at that point either pharmaceuticals or the old standard personal relaxation techniques that usually do the trick. I have a few tricks in my magic sleep bag, sometimes it’s imagining floating in zero G’s in a dark room in the space station viewing the earth from 250 miles above terra firma watching the earth go from night to day to night again in the space of 90 minutes. Sometimes I occupy my mind with things I want to accomplish the next day. Sometimes I mentally work on blogs that I want to write searching for that elusive profound earth-shattering collection of words.

Last night I tried counting. Not sheep, I was counting the National Debt. So you see my dilemma. Today I have tried to nap a couple of different times with no luck!

The problem as I see it, we have a person occupying the office of president of this great nation and he has never seen a wasteful expenditure that he doesn’t like.

Sleep depravation is an effective tool, ask Winston Smith. So if I seem to be rambling more than usual, you know why.

Tonight doesn’t look any more promising, but perhaps you can help me.

What comes after $14,303,385,166,482.11

http://www.usdebtclock.org/#

LETS THE START THE INSANITY

The annual battle for control of the lawn has officially began as of this morning. The leader of the rebel uprising, the Dandelions know that the ruling junta has grown weak over the past year.

The driveway tipped them off as to his weakened position; their intel was gathered over the winter season. Not once did the ruling party even attempt to get the snow blower out to do battle against the snow. He never even got it out of the shed! The first attack of the winter season by the snow, saw foreign mercenaries being used by the ruling party to battle with armor and blade. The self proclaimed ruler-for-life, whose ruthless reign began 6 years ago was seen sheepishly walking out to the mercenary and handing them cash money for doing his dirty work. Frost-money delivered with his good arm, his other arm was bound to his side with sling all winter long.

This spring the Dandelions, leader of the Weed rebellion has had free reign of the lawn surrounding the capital until this morning. “Beloved Leader”, appeared without warning on the lawn this morning attempting to undo rebel gains, his arms were free, but he walked funny and moved his head like Frankenstein. A mere shadow of his former self who has ruled the lawn and driveway with ruthless abandon for the last several years.

“Beloved Leader” assumed his position in a power vacuum 6 years ago. Before his reign began the weeds ruled freely as the Capital had been abandoned for a period of years. “Beloved Leader” took control of the Capital in a Chlorophyll-less coup and moved into the presidential palace and since that time he has ruled the land with an iron fist, until now.

His counterattack seemed like a feeble attempt to intimidate the entire lawn as he used chemical weapons indiscriminately on weeds and innocent grass alike.

The attack lasted only a few short minutes as “Beloved Leader” was seen hobbling back to his presidential palace.

The rebel forces took hope from this feeble attack, however that optimism was short lived when a Chemlawn truck was seen in the area and rumors spread that the embattled leader was in talks with this powerful mercenary.

CHILDREN NEVER LIE

The couple was awoken around 3:30 am by people pounding on their door. Living out in the country in a very nice house built by the husband on several wooded acres would be the culmination of the American dream for anyone. Now the seclusion of living out in the middle of nowhere and the peace and quiet of country living being violated so rudely in the middle of the night would have any of us reaching for the 12 ga. loaded with 00 buckshot. Turns out they were not in any danger of a criminal home invasion. The nightmare turned out to be much worse; the intruders were several of the local law enforcement and the county prosecutor.
They were there to serve a warrant for sex abuse of 2 children; the warrant was for the wife.
Mrs. H worked at a nearby Christian school as a teacher.Our church had ran that for several years. A church so far out from the big towns, the congregation was large enough to support a fair sized church but still small enough that we all knew each other very well and none of us felt like we were just a number.
The school struggled to pay for itself relying on moderate tuitions and lots of people working there making a fraction of money that their labor deserved. Most, if not all worked there out of their love of God and service to their brethren. A commodity that is becoming all too rare on this Earth.
The school children ranged from daycare up to the beginning of high school. Mrs. H taught 2nd or 3rd graders, the 20 plus years have dimmed my memory of the specific details, but I remember the more traumatic aspects very well.
Mr. and Mrs. H were friends of ours and I served on the church board with Mr. H ;we broke bread with them on a number of occasions. The thing I remember about eating at their house was how great his deer steaks were. He was an avid hunter and knew how to make deer taste better than any beef you ever ate.
My x-wife worked for the church and the school so we found out early the next morning about the raid that had taken place just about a mile down the road we lived on.
I listened to the details and thought, “no way in hell (I mean heck) this is true.
These were not just people who go to church and just make an appearance; these were good people who worked hard to make their church and community a better place, true Christians inside and out.

I knew it wasn’t true before I even heard the specific details, but once they were revealed I was amazed that anybody in their right mind would jump the gun and execute an arrest warrant in the middle of the night without doing any real investigating.
The two young girls who were making the allegations knew each other; their families didn’t go to our church but wanted the girls to go to the school. They hadn’t been going to the school very long when they came home one day and revealed that Mrs. H during class that day had taken the two girls out in the hallway of the classrooms. The girls said their teacher made them undress and she did also, started playing some Michael Jackson music on a boom box that appeared out of thin air and all three of them were dancing up and down the busy hallway naked in the middle of the school day. Now it gets weird, this was a well-lit hallway, I know it was well lit because I did most of the electrical and HVAC work for the church and I made sure all the lights were burning. There were several classes on either side of her class and across the hall and windows in all the doors of the classes. Yet no one else saw any moonwalking or Thriller dance choreography, none of that. The other kids in her class could not recall any time that day their teacher or the 2 girls leaving the room by themselves.



Even after these inconsistencies came to light, the prosecutor who was in full re-election mode was determined to burn this woman at the stake and take our church and school down too. After all as this prosecutor pointed out, children never lie about sex abuse. They have no reason to lie, right?
The H’s hired a lawyer and under further questioning the two girls fabrication fell apart.
Seems they made the whole thing up, but why? After all children never lie about a thing like this. Well it turns out sometimes children do make things up. The motivation? They didn’t want to go to a Christian school; they wanted to go the big public school in town.
There young minds were devious enough to come up with a way to force their parents to take them out of our school, but they weren’t devious enough to come up with a story that could hold water for any body with half a brain or a local prosecutor that wanted to get her name in the news.
The charges were dropped, apologies made, the girls got their wish granted and never walked down the Michael Jackson Memorial Hallway again.
Life went back to normal in our sleepy little rural community, not for everybody though. The people of our church and school were deeply hurt, none more then Mr. and Mrs. H who were horrified in the middle of the night, Mrs. H taking down to the county jail. Fingerprinted, mug shot, booked and locked up. The only innocent prisoner behind bars that night. I can’t imagine how horrified she was.
Getting that background report last Thursday that was full of errors and finding out my brother was suspended for a false report by some hack investigation company, triggered this memory from the cobwebs of my mind. I can’t think of too many things that are worse than being falsely accused of something as bad as my brother or Mrs. H were accused of.
Forgiveness can be an extremely difficult thing depending on the severity of the transgression committed against you.
The H’s and our church were bound by their faith to do just that. As far as the prosecutor, she may have been forgiven, but I don’t think she got many votes from our congregation.

One thing we all learned from this, children sometimes do tell lies, as do media seeking prosecutors.

U.S.I.S. DOES BACKGROUND FOR THE U.S. MILITARY AND OUR GOVERNMENT, BE AFRAID, BE VERY AFRAID!

Several weeks ago, I got a form in the mail from work saying they were doing background checks on all the employees. I was real uncomfortable filling out the form asking for my first, middle and last name.
They wanted my SSN, date of birth, past residences, and spouses name.
Reluctantly I faxed the form back to the H.R. rep as did all the other employees that wanted to keep their jobs.
I checked the box indicating I wanted a copy of the report as well. I got the report back yesterday and tried to decipher the information in the 6 pages. One thing that raised a red flag, these dumbasses couldn’t even get my name right. The middle name was completely wrong and a former residence was a place my x-wife and kids lived, but I never lived there. Boy some investigator my company hired, I put the report aside and made a note to call H.R. in the morning to voice my concerns.
Last night during my usual BNO (boys night out), I get a call from my brother. He works for the same company I do and has been there almost 38 years.
He said guess what? Ok what? I’m on suspension from work,
Whaattt? He tells me his background check came back that he was a felon. Not only that, but he was a sex offender and was in trouble for not registering in a timely manner for the sex offender list.
I laughed, no shit, I told him about my report being screwed up, but at least they didn’t have me down as a perv. My brother has never seen the inside of a jail cell and you would have to ask someone else if he is sexually offensive. The report matched him as a sex offender with a different middle name and date of birth. Wow this is some investigation company.
I left a message with H.R. about the error on my report and said something about my brother getting suspended.
She responded in an email how embarrassed she was, she knew the report on my bro was bullshit, but we work for a huge corporation that has lost touched with the real world a long time ago. Well my bro is taking it all in stride and enjoying his little mini vacation.
I started doing some research on the USIS and I have found a lot of negative info about this company.
This place is a mess and I found lots of examples where this company gave false reports on several people applying for new jobs and due to the false reports they were turned down for the job.
What would have happened if my brother hadn’t been employed already for 38 years, but applying for a new job? They would have just thrown his application in the trash and he would never have known why.

The scary thing I found out about the company is they do a lot of background checks for the military and government security clearances.
Me and my brother both had erroneous reports and we are only 2 employees out of several thousand in our company. What are the odds of that?
What are the odds that this investigation service screws up the other way and misses records that they should be catching? The math is starting to scare the hell out of me.