I Wonder What Happens Next?

It's apparent that the big television blitz by Susan Rice after the murder of 4 U.S. citizens in Libya was full of statements that can only be described as crap.

This report confirms there was knowledge by Washington powers to be right after the murders that terrorism was involved. In fact, one Hillary's staff member gave the briefing.  Meanwhile, Hillary gives statements it was the result of a unplanned reaction to a video nobody saw. This makes me wonder if she knew, or was just plodding along with her usual amount of incompetence.

So, what happens next? My thinking is that they'll back peddle until after the election, with the hope they can be vindicated by lies if Obama is elected for a second term. This may work for the short term, but someone will pay for this willful act of incompetence, or deliberate deceit.

If This Was Auto Workers....

...there would be panic, constant news feeds and enough conjecture to fill up a stadium. Instead, the fact that over a million construction jobs disappeared under the Obama Administration is quietly swept under the rug. 

By the way: Construction is my vocation and the statistics probably fit. Construction sucks at this time. Companies are barely holding on, with many cash flowing projects (bid at cost with the hope of no mistakes) just to pay the bills. No profit; not chance of expanding; no new workers, or any real indication those that were laid off can be rehired.

While those outside the construction industry may think this has a minor effect on their life - it doesn't. Construction is the indication of a healthy economy. The shrinking of the workforce, loss of revenue to suppliers and lack of expansion is a serious problem.

Meanwhile, the EPA and OSHA, since they've managed to expand their workforce, are implementing more stringent administrative rules, which will further cause problems with the construction industry.

Autumn Makes a Strong Appearance

We had our first substantial cool front over the weekend. Saturday afternoon was hot, humid and the temperature in the low 90's.

Sunday was clear, with a low in the middle 50's and a high in the upper 60's.

This morning it's 57 and cloudy. The weather wizards forecast a high of around 72 and a warming trend.

It's autumn, which is probably like summer in many locations.

Doom and Gloom

There's a huge amount of opinion on the state of the nation. It runs from total fiscal collapse to a life of directed misery by the bureaucrats and their puppets. It's as though there's no hope and we're doomed. I don't think so.

In other countries, the acceptance of involuntary servitude, or a quality of life that is lower than what can be realized may be accepted, but not the in the United States. Our genetics don't allow this. We're the culmination of centuries of genetics that include those that refused to accept less and demanded opportunity.

Things will change, but not for the worse. Things may be tough for awhile, but we'll win. Good will prevail and we won't accept less. We're better than that.

....And I Don't Like What I See

I look in the mirror every morning. I think most everyone does, but in the past, it was the typical vanity thing and I was making sure I was presentable to the world.

Now, I'm finding I'm examining the ravages of time; the numerous lines in my face; the crows feet around my eyes; the sagging skin that's appearing on my neck and the lack of clarity in my aging eyes. I'm seeing more of my grandparents and it's a little frightening, although not for the reason of vanity.

For those that haven't experienced aging, it's a lesson in ingenuity and acceptance. What was physically well within tolerances, is now turned into strenuous efforts that lead to exhaustion. The tough labor tasks mean days of recovery, which include exhaustion and pain. Eventually these are beyond abilities and are delegated or placed on the back burner for future finances.

Aging means the errors of youth return as the realities of fate. Injuries ache on cold winter days. Poor health choices lead to major medical experiences that can bankrupt or lead to early death. Meanwhile, the efforts of daily existence continue; even if sacrifices of things once relished are required. It's a choice, I guess. Live longer, or die younger. On some days, the choices seem apparent. On others, the view of world through bifocals is distorted and unreal.

I don't know why I chose today to elaborate on this topic. Maybe the obvious change of seasons has made me realize that my life has reached late summer. The long lazy days of youth are gone and the changing colors of the foliage only forecasts the eventual empty branches that may last another season.

I've spent a lot of time with my mother for the last few years. She had some medical problems, which removed a lot of her mobility, besides her short term memory. It's an up and down thing, with the downs becoming more prevalent. Her passing is inevitable, which is something that I too will face in an amount of time that will probably be substantially less than the time I've been alive. It brings sobering thoughts, which I felt compelled to record.