In Case You've Wondered

My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.

If you're here for the stories, I started another blog: scratchingforchange.blogspot.com

One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.

I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.

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Thursday, March 2, 2023

Domestication

I was thinking how people have become as domesticated as the animals they keep for food, and as pets. The laziness of being fed, herded as necessary, and slaughtered for gain is no different than how other species are kept by humans. The most proficient, or intelligent have the yoke of secrecy, loyalty or duress. Those that wander from the herd are culled. Independence is frowned upon, and the herdsmen insure those unwilling to their methods  are penned until time for slaughter. Some are kept for amusement, and others kept to be draft animals. Humans are not kept for food as of yet, but to satisfy the size of the herd, I don't doubt the idea has been contemplated.

Tuesday, February 28, 2023

Look! Squirrel!

I was reading an article about the student loan forgiveness attempt to buy votes; and the Supreme Court review of the litigation due to the executive order. The comments were revealing, and wandered into the tit-for-tat between the different age group of the commenters. Older retired people would comment on how they worked, never went to college, and don't think it's fair. Younger people would declare Social Security should end, and those that paid for decades into the system deserved the loss because it was all their fault.  

Baby boomers was used often as a derogatory description. At one time, the older generation was respected, but newer generations have many that despise the fact they have to work for a long time to reach the same point that the boomers finally reached. They want to blame the generation for where we are, while never realizing Social Security would be in a very good position, if the government wasn't given it to those that are basically gaming the system, and contributed very little, if any, to the supposed trust fund. They would rather see the generation that paid for their lives for around decades suffer, while never realizing their attitude guarantees their older years will be miserable if they continue their beliefs. 

It was interesting to read the comments, but more than anything else, the comments should have been directed at the huge waste, like Ukraine. Too many don't realize the tactics lead to division, which removes focused citizenry to solve the problems by demanding fiscal responsibility. If everyone would just stop looking for the squirrel, concentrate on the best solutions, and ignore the efforts to divide the country, the results would be astounding. 

Thursday, February 23, 2023

The Ohio Train Wreck

 I've been reading some of the reports on the train derailment in Ohio. At this point, everyone is pointing fingers, but I haven't seen anything about it could have just been an accident. 

I worked for years in, and out, of different rail car repair facilities. It was always interesting, and I learned a few things. One thing that caught my attention was a conversation with an inbound inspector at one of the facilities. They explained how the railroad companies didn't like dangerous cars, paid attention to any that were not incompliance, or needed repair, and would leave any they didn't like on a side track. Worse case situations demanded the cars were either repaired by a "mini shop", or placed on a flat car for a haul to a facility. If they felt a facility wasn't releasing safe cars, they could, and would, spike their switch. This was a serious matter, since no cars were allowed on their tracks until a problem was solved. This included any sections of rail they felt were unsafe. 

Rail cars are owned by a multitude of different companies, and people. Individuals may own only one, and companies, or trusts, may own hundreds. All must meet requirements, and the rail companies don't like to get on the wrong side of AAR standards. The consequences are too expensive, and since all rails are owned by private concerns, there isn't a barrier to litigation like with the government.

So, accidents do happen. Ignoring the consequences, trying to assign blame to put feathers in a cap, trying to punish someone for an act of God, or trying to profit from an accident isn't good. Bearings wear, and fail, on rail cars. The rails can crack, or move, due to expansion and contraction. Nothing is perfect, and accidents can happen. The dangerous materials transported are usually well contained, safely being transported, and are never released during derailments. This one was a terrible one, and if there is any blame to be made, it's in the feckless way state, and federal, officials failed to address the immediate problems. 

Tuesday, February 21, 2023

Carter is in Hospice

I remember the Jimmy Carter years. The economy sucked, the Middle East was sent in turmoil by his actions, we had gas rationing, and the absurd idea of 55 mph was the best speed limit for the Nirvana theorized by the ecofreaks of the time made traveling tedious. It was the culmination of a corrupt media, crooked politics, extreme ignorance, and an experiment in civics that was destined to fail. 

So, he's in hospice. His final time on this planet is now at hand, and while I don't wish him any suffering, I can't think of anything good to write about him. 

Sunday, February 19, 2023

A Touch of Spring

 Yesterday, it was at freezing in the morning. Today, it's pushing 80 degrees, it's forecast to be this way for days, and my nephew is making the first pass with the lawnmower. It won't be long before I'll pull out the weed killer, regain the edges around the yard, and Summer will rear its ugly head. 

This year, I'll spend even more time applying sun block, avoiding the middle of the day heat, and keeping my fingers crossed in the hope I'll need no more Moh's surgeries.