Last Dream of the Night

I had a strange dream, which I won't elaborate on at this time. What made it stranger, was that what was happening was dynamic, like when the thoughts of a short story pop into my mind and it starts working on the plot.

Maybe there will be some good stuff to use.

All Work...

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If You Don't

Kerry tells Assad the only way he can avoid an attack is to turn over his chemical weapons. 

I guess he gave the rebels the same ultimatum....wait, that would mean we were attacking the wrong enemy....or would we be attacking the right enemy?....or would they both just ignore Kerry and tell him to kiss their ass?

I'm thinking they'll tell him to kiss their ass. What can he do? Throw his medals at them?

Kerry also said the U.S. and the U.K. are the best of friends, although I think he might want to think about that. Obama didn't help our friendship by giving the Queen an Ipod. I'm sure she could afford one on her own and probably really doesn't care much for tiny electronic devices that give her headaches and remind the citizens of the U.K. how we have a turd for a President.


More to add:

So, they're sending out Susan Rice to give everyone the big picture. This should be good. Maybe she can be more creative this time and blame space aliens for capturing, and manipulating, the leaders of Syria. She can then recommend we all get behind Obama and save the world before they steal our water.

And Then What Happens?

There's a butt-load of public servants. You find them everywhere, doing things important, and doing things that irritate the people that generate the money for their pay.

There has to be a tipping point; a point where the burden of paying for public servants is more than society is willing to accept; a point where being a public servant is being part of a society that is not only despise who they are, they make efforts make the lives of public servants miserable.

I don't know about you, but reading where those that consume the taxes are getting more, while I'm expected to accept less is becoming a daily irritant. Besides those that are paid to do nothing, there are way too many that are paid to make my life more miserable.

So, what happens where the majority of people that produce develop my attitude? What will the public servants do? Get mean? Push harder? And, then what? What will they gain? After all, they don't produce anything and they will find the endeavor to complete their own producing as futile as that of the former Soviet Union.

You can't force people to accept servitude forever; especially in the United States. It's in our blood to not accept arrogance and entitlement from those that have no function, except to consume what we produce.

I hope there are not ugly times ahead, but when you see the number of firearm purchases, and the increasing effort to put the brakes on our runaway elected officials, the signs are ominous. Unlike other places in the world, U.S. citizens are armed, determined and not cowered by authority. In a society ruled by liberty, that's a good thing. In a society that has want-to-be tyrants expecting subservient drones to blindly follow their arbitrary whims, it's a disaster.

Clarity at Waking

I was between sleep and waking. Short forgotten dreams were entwined with the first thoughts of the day, when a thought congealed and I awoke.

I was thinking of how people might perceive me at different times of the day. Snapshots, with nothing but conjecture for reference. They didn't know me and they had nothing to work with, except those few moments of observation.

As my thoughts continued, I realized what caught my attention, when I observed others, and I found those doing something were envisioned with more favor. They were accomplishing something, which I know is something better than just talking about it.

That's the problem with this country. It's all talk; no action. Think about it.