Halloween and/or Samhain

Hello dear Readers! I hope this day finds you well. So since last we interacted I have quit my job as a Customer Interfaceing Unit Operator and have a four day weekend before starting back at Tyson Fresh Meats, Inc on the 2nd of November. Last night I bought a mini van – it is a 1998 Windstar and while it has some problems $800 was a good price. It runs strong just need to some minor repiars – there just seems to be a lot of minor stuff. That is not the subject I wanted to write about. I wanted to write about Halloween – one of my most favorite times of year.
Now I should start by saying that demons, ghosts, and the supernatural world in general freak me the fuck out. I refuse to watch movies like Paranormal Activity or The Haunting of Anything – ghosts, spirits, restless souls whatever you wish to call them scare the shyte right out of me. Seriuosly, this big, strong, manly, grown man has to turn on all the lights in the house just to walk down the hall to pee after watching those types of movies. You see I am afraid of the dark. Ok break that down and it is a fear of the unknown actually but usually I can overcome the fear of the unknown in the light – it is just when it is dark that I get really wierded out. Imgine that a guy who prefers to sleep days and is most active at night is scared of the dark. Ok stop the damn laughing.
So you might wonder how this could be my favorite time of the year? The weather is perfect – not hot and not cold – nature is beautiful. I love the oranges, reds, yellows, and browns of fall. Halloween was the center point in school for the first half of the year. I have always loved pretending to be someone other than myself and Halloween allowed me to do just that in front of everyone without worry of being crititized. As a teen we were allowed to just be crazy that night. As my cousin said in her discussion of Halloween we were in more lienit times – TPing a house might earn some clean up time if caught but we would not have been arrested.
Halloween has always been a time of reflection. During this time of year I have always looked back at the previous year and looked at the one to come. I look at my goals. Have I accomplished everything I set out to accomplish by this time? Hardly ever is that answered positively; procrastinators rarely accomplish many goals. I set new goals and renew my commitment to old goals.
The Halloween time frame brings a feeling of power. I feel empowered – strengthened. Historically this a rough time of year for me. My Father died on November 1st 1978 – the day after my Little Sister was born (That’s right Little Sister was born on Halloween). Throughout my school years I would become depressed – most likely self induced by thoughts of what I have missed without having dad around to teach how to be a man – I think I managed to learn just fine (thanks Ron). We (the Ole Lady and myself) seem to always find ourselves in finacial difficulty during this time of year – this year the car crapping out is not helping that tradition end.
We always manage things it just seems to harder. I think this year I figured out why that is. Halloween is derived from the ancient Celtic ritual of Samuin or Samhain (pronouced sow-an). This was the time of the ending of lighter times – both literally and figuratively - and the beginning of the darker times. This was the time to take stock of the stores made for winter, slaughter livestock in preparation for the hard winter months. Now while im no Doodad (if you read R.A. Salvatore you will get that referrence – if not read the Cleric Quintet series of books) I think we have missed some steps – remember “we” means the Ole Lady and I here. October is the time we are forced to realize the stores we have stocked up – or not stocked up. We do this without realizing and celebrating. This time of year has always been like a News Years to me – maybe I am of Celtic desent (I can’t drink like an Irishman though).
This is the time that I realize how great my life is. Ok so that was harder to do in highschool than as a parent but it has been this time of year many great things happen. Halloween is just a day to watch the kids have fun, to freeze my ass off taking them from house to house begging for candy, to realize how great it is to be the daddy, and to be scared by the all the little kiddos dressed up as ghosts and goblins – or are they really kids?

Wedding, Wine, and a new car

My dear Readers,
It has been a long time since last we… we…we… I guess interacted is a good word for what we do here? I mean not much interaction coming from your part (ahem comments tell me you read these postings). Anyway….
So here I sit talking to the monitor again – yes I must speak the words in order for my fingers to hear what I what to type. This is kind of funny actually; me writing this, talking my fingers. When the fingers don’t type what I say we fight. Well my mouth attempts to bite the fingers – but they are quick bastards. Ok that sounds a bit too schizophrenical doesn’t it? Well I guess not any more than asking questions I know will not get answered.
This past weekend we welcomed Mr. T into our family. No not that Mr. T, silly. Baby Sister married Mr. T on Saturday. Mr. T is a great guy and Baby Sister is lucky he is willing to put up with her. Mr. T’s mommy said that she was glad Mr. T had found someone intelligent enough to talk too. This is true. These two are some of the most intelligent I have met in a while. Of course I’m a refrigeration mechanic posing as a Customer Interfacing Unit Operator what do I know about intelligence?
My weekend began on Friday – I guess most usually do right? We packed up the car, locked the kids into place and started down the road towards the wedding festivities. The Ole Lady had worked Thursday night so our plan was to get up to Tiny Town asap so she could sleep. It is supposed to be less than 2 hours drive. Well we I drove us about 100 miles out of the way, the car was overheating and the kids were restless. So we stopped to put more water in the car – I think I will write a whole blog on just the adventure of getting there. Long story short – our car blew the motor about 45 minutes away from our destination. Little Sister (Baby Sister’s elder but still my junior female sibling) drove the Parental Units’ (the Parental Unit is made up of Maternal Unit and Fraternal Unit of course) vehicle (since it was the largest of everyone’s vehicle whom were already at Tiny Town waiting on us.
We missed the rehearsal (Baby Sister not pleased at this). Princess was to be the flower girl and I was to be the Usher – no not just for rehearsal but in the real deal as well. We did make the rehearsal dinner (which was great stuff and food being my main focus in life – after the wife and kids; well usually food is second to them anyway). After the dinner we were invited for drinks at the local bar (only one in town) which is where my downward spiral really began. I had four (4) drinks at the bar – my normal limit is four (4) a month not a night. The Ole Lady had stayed at the hotel to get some much needed and well earned sleep – she had been up for almost 24 hours by this time.
It was a beautiful wedding and great reception. They had a ceremony called a wine box promise ceremony or something along that line. What this is is they both write love letters to each other before the wedding telling why they love the other. They then lock these letters in a strong wooden box with two glasses and a bottle of wine. In the event that Mr. T wizens up – errr I mean they have marital problems – they both promise to get drunk and read the letters before making a rash decision. Neat ceremony. If, after 25 years, they have not opened the bottle they would then be able to choose to open the box (if they can still find the key) and drink the wine and read their letters to each other. I like the sentiment but how does getting drunk really promote intelligent conversation and isn’t getting drunk while fighting kind of like throwing gasoline on fire?
At the reception – more great food stuffs – beer, white and red wine, and these caramel appletinis were offered at no additional charge to us party goes. I don’t drink beer, the appletinis were good but way too sweet. The white wine was ok but the red was simply amazing. I drank about four (4) bottles. Yes I said bottles. The normal sized run of the mill wine bottle sized bottles. I will be finding this wine but I plan on consuming it more moderately when I do. It kind of tasted like strawberry soda – my new love. They – whoever they are – say that a glass of wine a day is good for you so a bottle a night has to be great for you right?
So I’m still recovering from way too much wine on Saturday. I am in last-week-on-the-job mind set. Nov 2 I am back being a refrigeration mechanic. Well I have to go through all the plant orientation and maintenance training – 3 weeks of classroom time paid at the rate earned from 15 years of experience (9 of those in the same plant I will be orientated too – I know funny stuff huh?). The FNG will be one of the most experienced members of the team! Let’s see how long it is that I have to stay on nights this time around. Last go around it took me four years to go from nights to days.
I’m going to bed. Until next time this is how Mike tells it.

Random observations of a Customer Interfacing Station Operator

Well hi there dear Readers! How are you today? I'm great! Did you find everything you were looking for? Yes, I could help you find that. I know; since we arranged the store everyone is having a difficult time locating their favorite items. I could get you a directory listing. Yes, they are right over here ma'am. No, please leave your watermelon in the cart; I don't need it to up here to add it on to your bill – yes the case of Pepsi, case of water, and industrial sized pack of tampons can also remain your cart – George will come around and scan those items for you. Of course I can break a hundred if you buy a pack of gum. Oh did the sign say these prime ribs were supposed to ring up for $.50 per pound? Well then I have to give them you at that price – I'll be right back just have to check on that sign, ok? (trust but verify) Sir, let me come around there and scan that case of beer under your dog food – I can see how you forgot it – it is almost completely covered up by the paper towels. Cigarettes? Yes I will sell you cigarettes – as soon as you are big enough to reach the counter to show me your ID. No, we cannot make an exception to the county law that prohibits the sale of beer on Sundays even for the neighbor of the Mayor's best friend's pet groomer's husband's cousin, sorry sir.

Most women who buy a single pack of gum will ask for it to be left out so that they can place it safely in their purse – where it can be hidden from their thieving offspring.

Most Hispanics will buy Mission brand tortillas and roma tomatoes – every time they come to the store.

There is a difference in price (and nothing else as far as I can see) between Jonathon and Gala apples. Granny Smith and JonaGold may look alike but they are not even close.

Dillon's sales 14 different kinds of apples – each at a slightly different price – it is my job to know which is which.

We carry almost as many different types of lettuce.

If it says "organic" people will buy it thinking it is good for them. Sorry but "organic" M&M's are not healthier for you to consume boys and girls. How can something packed in a can be organic? Wouldn't ya think that if "fresh cut organic corn" could be stored on a shelf without preservatives we would stop spending the money to refrigerate and watering the stuff over in the produce section?

How about this statement I was giving today – Me: "Oh I really like that brand of sweet tea" Her: "Yeah I'm dieting so I stopped drinking soda" Me: " Did you know one of these (16oz) bottles of tea has 190 calories?" Her: "Yeah but that is WAY (emphasis added by her not me) less than a same amount of soda." Not said: if you consider 10 calories WAY less then yes I guess so. She also bought four bags of kit kats and three bags of snickers – they were for trick or treaters.

Non-smokers do not know the difference between Salem, Marlboro, and Camel. Only one of the Customer Service People smoke – they are the only ones with access to cigarettes.

They sale flavored peanut butter. Isn't peanut butter often used to flavor other things? I mean would you like a peanut butter, raisin cookie or raisin cookie flavored peanut butter?

Did you know that if you buy 16 cups of ice cream you will eat less than if you bought 1 gallon? That may take some of you a while to get.

Grandmas buy more junk for the kids than mom does. Dad buys the most. Grandpas are not allowed to take the grandkids to the store unless accompanied by mom or grandma. Under no circumstances shall dad and grandpa be allowed to be together, with children in tow, unless moms and grandmas out number dads and grandpas 2 to 1. I think this is a law in some states.

Cold, prepared food (from the deli) can be purchased with food stamps. Candy may be purchased with food stamps. $1000.00 worth of lobster and steaks may be purchased with food stamps. Hot food (from the deli) and paper products may not be bought using food stamps. You cannot buy beer using food stamps. You can get cash back from your vision card and then use that to buy beer.

Approximately 60% of people use food stamps to buy groceries. This statement is not meant to be a judgment. I only wish I had data to compare to before our current economic situation. I think it would be an interesting way to see if things are getting better or worse for the "working" class.

One woman bragged to me that she had not bought store bread in over 50 years. That none of her children (all boys) had eaten store bread until they got married. She claimed to never have worked outside the home in over 50 years of marriage and that she still prepared Sunday dinner, after church, from scratch – every Sunday – usually without help from her daughters (remember she told me she had only boys?). Can you imagine the bar she must set for her daughter-in-laws?

Well Readers that is how Mike tells it. Until the next time – have a great day!

You have kids? Really? Why?

My dearest Reader you knew – well if you know me in the real life world you knew – that I would eventually come upon a subject that even I won't joke about (too much anyway). Today at my Customer Interfacing Time Occupying job I came face to face with one of my biggest fears – A lost child. Yes, dear Reader, a beautiful little baby girl had lost her parents in the store. I know this will happen again – and it almost did once again today but I will get to that soon enough. I know that some parents are not as attentive as they should be and I also know that children will follow a shadow just to find out what it is. I know sometimes even attentive parents will have their vigilance tested by a curious child – it has happened to me once. I would like to repeat ONCE – that is all it will ever take for me to be just paranoid enough to be anally attentive of my children's where abouts when out in public.

Allow me to give the background of this story. I was diligently attending to my numerous duties at the dreaded self-checkout area of the store. Let say this – I think self-checkout has a use but I doubt that that the use is good towards customer relations. Anyway I spot a young girl –about 4 or 5 years old - crying as she is walking out of the door. Then some says OMG that girl is lost. So I do what any parent would do – I went to her. She wandered outside – thank whoever you credit as our maker for electronic opening doors! – where I caught up to her. She was terrified and she clung to me as I picked her up. Using my best concerned daddy voice so as not to scare her anymore I ask her if her mommy (who she is desperately crying for) is in the store. She replies she lost mommy and daddy. So I question her about mommy's name. I will leave the name out and you will see why later. I take this terrified little girl to customer service and reassure her that Cindi will find mommy.

Here is where the story gets really ugly. Mommy is not looking for little girl. Mommy did not even know little girl was lost. Finally after three tries to get mommy or daddy to the front of the store older sister (about 9 years old) come up asking if her sister was here. Mommy did not come up, mommy was not panic stricken to realize one of her offspring was not beside her, mommy was concerned that daddy would leave if she was not beside him. Mommy clung to daddy and almost ignored her four children! They came through my self-checkout lanes so I was able to closely observe mommy and daddy. Then baby sister starts to wander off. I stop her and loudly – very loudly so as to get as much attention as possible – say to the couple that ANOTHER of their children almost got away. I did not say what I wanted to say. I remained as professional as my temper allowed me to be. Trust me I was struggling with myself.

I wanted to ask them how they could continue to fuck and make babies they cared little about. Maybe I should note here that all four children were dirty – messy hair, stained clothes, dirty faces not filthy but slightly unkempt. Mommy and Daddy were well dressed and properly clean cut looking. Mommy and daddy looked like they had been to church and the children looked as if they had been playing outside. The little girl who had gotten lost first was trying to cling to mommy – typical of a scare like that – and mommy kept pushing her away telling her that daddy was trying to scan the groceries and that he did not need the interruptions! Can you imagine pushing away your child after just losing her in a store? Can you imagine almost letting another of your children wander off after losing one already? Had I not been there baby sister would have been out the door – remember the door opening easily for anyone who is detected nearby?

I wanted to scream that they did not deserve to be parents! I wanted to smash daddy's head again a curb. I want to point out that not once – not even remotely – did daddy seem at all concerned about any of the children. Instead I smiled and handed him his change. I watched as he turned from me and walked out of the store without even a backward glance to check on whether his family was in tow. I watched as mommy walked quickly to catch up with him. I watched as baby sister headed in the opposite direction. I called out again – LOUDLY – that they had forgotten a child. Mommy turned to older sister and scolded her for not pay attention! The girl could not have been more than 9 and she was the one responsible for gathering the babies? Well the youngest one was in a child carrier car seat so they had to take her; she was in the cart with the precious groceries!

Some people….Reminds of a sarcastic remark I have heard in many forms: You need to take a test to drive, but almost anyone can become a parent.

I will try to stick lighter subjects in the future – but I have a soap box and I intend to use it when I feel it necessary.

Pre-Work Blues

I don't know about you, dear Reader, but I absolutely hate the time between waking up and work. For that matter I don't really like the work part either. Maybe that is why the lead in time is so dreadful? There is the routine, mundane things that must take place each day and there are the unexpected delays – read procrastination – that force me into a hurry up and rush mode. Let's start from the beginning shall we?

So the alarm, or evil cat, wakes me up. I hate alarm clocks almost more than I hate evil hell spawned kittens! I don't want to leave the bed; the house is always so damn cold (well compared to the warmth and safety of bed). I get up; freezing floor on bare feet is always a favorite eye opener. I find a few itches to scratch – maybe release a little gas built up over night. Ok so it is more like a safety valve releasing excessive pressure from a boiler. Find another itch to scratch; stretch, which leads to more release of gas, of course. Scratch, adjust mis-located parts – remember it is cold so sometimes these parts are harder to relocate. My bedroom is located on the bottom floor so I climb the 300 stairs to find the bathroom occupied – note to self: we need to get that second bathroom added soon. First Born loves mornings and seems to be able to time his getting up just right to delay my desperate need for use of the facilities. After finally emptying my bladder the journey to coffee begins.

Now we have one of those coffee pots that you could set the timer on and coffee would be ready when you got up. We discovered, however, that one must first put the water and grinds into the blasted machine or it will make no coffee. That can be frustrating if you are a person that functions on caffeine and finds it difficult to operate prior to that first coffee of Joe. Ok so maybe I'll have a smoke and wait on the coffee – but shit the garage is colder than the house! Well I guess I could take a shower first, get dressed and then have a cup of coffee. Well after I check Facebook to see if anyone posted anything between midnight and 5am (ok so today is Sunday and I don't start work until noon and didn't get up until 9:30) that I could not survive if I missed it.

Well now that I'm on the computer I should check email too. While I'm doing that I need to see if anyone actual read my blog yet. Man I need some coffee – o yeah I need to make coffee. See I got distracted thinking about the exciting things that my Facebook family might have done instead in sleep that I forgot to make the coffee! So climb the 3000 steps again to the make coffee – the office is also in the basement. Ok, now I will have a smoke while I wait – nope garage is still too damn cold without clothes and I can't put on clothes until I shower. I don't want to shower before coffee and a smoke – that would mess up my routine wouldn't it? I mean I can't change the routine NOW everything has its place and time to occur! Right? Yes I am always right in my world and this, dear Reader, is a small piece of Mike's World here – get over it already.

So coffee is brewing. Maybe I'm hungry – fat guys are always hungry (just a factoid I know you needed to know). Well what can I make that takes little to no time and goes with coffee? Ahhhh! Left over pizza from Friday night should work just fine! So pop the pizza in the nuke machine (I have long since grown out of cold pizza for breakfast – at least I now put it in the fridge there was once upon a time when Friday's pizza would still be on the table waiting for consumption on Sunday) COFFEE IS DONE!!!!!! Ok now I need some clothes to go out for a smoke with my coffee. By the way, just in case you were wondering, I do not sleep naked (sorry to ruin any fantasies here ladies); I sleep in my boxers. So find my sweat pants (one would think that if this a normal morning routine my sweats would be easily located – if you think that then you don't me very well at all) – how did they end up in the shoe closet? OOOOh yeah I was rushing Friday morning to work and took them off with my house shoes on my way to the shower. They got kicked further back when I realized that I needed my house shoes to walk to the shower and had to throw the pants away from the shoes.

Shit I have to be at work in 30 minutes, I still need to shower! Ok I will take a quick shower – after I smoke and drink coffee. So enjoy my coffee and smoke. It should not take 20 minute to smoke one cigarette! Throw my shoes (and pants in the shoes closet – WAIT need the shoes! Take a rushed shower (did I get behind my ears and under my dangles?) O well no time for details! Where are my clothes for work!? Aww the Ole Lady has taken care of me yet again – they are neatly folded on the top of my dresser.

Now for the 15 minute drive into town for work – I HAVE 5 MINUTES!!! So jump in the car and drive as fast traffic allows – which is generally below the speed limit – it is Sunday after all. My boss wonders why I'm late! Has he not seen how slow these people around here on Sundays?

Fall Mornings

There a few things I love about fall. The changing weather, the changing colors of the leaves, football season, an end to the freaking allergy season, but my favorite thing about fall has to be the early mornings. Getting up early is never a fan favorite in my book – I hate mornings as a general rule. I do think that I would be better off as a vampire – aside from the whole drinking of blood thing – because I usually get a resurgence of energy around midnight every night. However on the rare fall morning where I do get up early (or have stayed up all night which happens more often than getting up early) I love to grab a cup of coffee and sit outside in the chill air, smoke a cigarette (I know, I know but I really enjoy my cigarettes despite the inherit detriment to my heath) and enjoy the peace that always comes with one these mornings.

That brings us to this morning. The Ole Lady is working nights but generally gets home around 5:30am each day. She gets the kids up and ready for school before going to bed herself. Well this week she has to work until 10:00am a couple of days so I get the pleasure of waking up early and sending the boys on the bus and taking The Princess to daycare before journeying off to work myself. Now I did manage to get myself shut down at about 1:00am this morning knowing I had to get up at 6:30am to wake up First Born and Grumpy (Number Two's general demeanor in the mornings – he is so much like me).

Did I mention we have a new cat? First Born begged The Ole Lady to get a cat – cute little guy. Well so I thought he was a cute little guy. Did you know that kittens do not like feet? Well let me rephrase that – they don't like your feet when you're asleep. So this morning Satan's Spawn digs his knitting needle sized claws into my foot at about 0'dark thirty (it was 5:00am!!!! Did I mention I hate mornings?) I think I hit my head on the ceiling, I know the cat sprung wings – most hell spawns are winged right? – the blow to the head apparently knocked me out because I was fully asleep when he attacked the second time. This time he revised his attack plan. He first climbed up and cuddled with me as if to apologize for the first attack. I was gullible enough to fall for his purring diversionary tactic (Stupid me). So there I am blissfully dreaming of what all men generally dream about – yep puppies and lollipops – when out of nowhere this evil beast has my hand in a death grip. Claws dug into either side of hand, his weight pinning my hand to the bed and his fangs……more like twin scimitars…..dug into my forefinger. I tried to dislodge him but he was too powerful, it was no use – I was going to be eaten by this seemingly innocent, cute kitten. My life flashed before my eyes – and it was not good. Somehow I finally mustered the strength to throw him off of me – did you know that hell spawned cats have wings? Yeah, he began dive bombing me; jumping up and coming down at my vulnerable little fingers with his razor sharp scimitar-like fangs and knitting needle claws. My only escape was to get out of bed – I think that was his sole motivation in the first place – he wanted my warmed up spot on the bed – because immediately after I vacated the safe (prior to the arrival of Hell Spawned Kitten) warm bed he curled up in my spot and fell right to sleep.

So it is now time to get the boys up. I know this will be a chore – Grumpy still has not found the joy of early mornings. Well not so early he only has to get up 45 minute or so before the bus arrives to drag him off to school. First Born has his mother's attitude towards getting up – he pops right out of bed and is dressed in seconds. Number Two on the other hand…..he fights, he screams, he hollers, he whines, he throws a fit – and that is just from me turning on the lights. I know what you, dear reader, are thinking – he needs more sleep. Well we have tried that and with the same results whether he sleeps 8 or 20 hours. He never has clothes to wear despite the over packed drawers and closet. All of his jeans are either too small or too big or too this or too that. The shirts are either … well you get the point. Once he is awake and retains his pleasant, joyful, fun-loving self he could not care less what he is wearing – he would put on one of Princess Laughs A lot's dresses (and has – that was funny but for another day). So the boys are on the bus and off to school. I have 30 minutes before my Princess has to get up- she is so much like Number Two that I know what to expect there…….

So in those 30 minutes I do enjoy that coffee (somewhat cold now but still good) and smoke. It was amazing and peaceful. As I am coming back into the house I notice that one of The Ole Lady's dogs must be sick – luckily I noticed before stepping into it……….. It is hard to convince myself that today will be a good day, but I do choose for today to be a good day.

I hope your mornings are as pleasant as mine!

All about Mike

Hello. This will be my first blog entry. There many many many things that I should be doing instead writing this but I just have been obsessed with blog recently and want to try writing my own. I can always go back to what I need to be doing after this is done right?
So maybe you want to know something about me – besides that I am a habitual procrastinator. Actually I am a professional procrastinator. That is my best skill – why do now what can be done some other time in the future? That is my life’s motto. I am hoping to use this blog to help me procrastinator less – but that will come later. Today I want to talk religion and politics – the two things that are forbidden in polite conversation. So if you are of the polite persuasion please stop read now.
I am a father (two boys and a girl – many stories will come from these three so you meet them later), a husband (The Ole Lady – she will inspire many more stories to blog about and some of them I just might have to share publically) and that lazy guy in front of the computer most of the time. I currently work as Customer Interfacing Unit Operator at one of the local grocery stores. Ok I am a checker – best known as a cashier. I am not sure what minimum wage is anymore but I know that I not been paid this close to it since I was in High School. I am a security and refrigeration specialist. You might ask how these two fit together – but they don’t so don’t ask. I am current in school working on my AACJS – Associates of Art in Criminal Justice Systems. I finish that in November 2010. I have worked in refrigeration/HVAC from 1997 to 2009. In 2007 my best friend and I started a security company. Long of the short is we are still best friends but not business partners.
I am spiritual but not religious. I believe that there is a divine presence and that we all have a destiny that will be fulfilled. However our destiny is not scratched in stone – we have choices that have to be made. These choices have serious ramifications on where we end up in the end. Now I am talking about Heaven or Hell here – that is so Middle Ages. I believe in karma and reincarnation of the soul. I fully believe that everything happens for a reason and that we may never know what that reason is – sometimes we do things so that others can be effected and get their results.
Politically I lean towards the right but see some of the liberal/progressive movements as good ideas. I will go on about these as the blog develops – if the blog develops. I do not support Obama as President. Not because he is black, born in Kenya, or any of those other “talkin point issues”. I disagree with him politically. I believe in small un-intrusive central government. I believe that a person should be able to reap that which he sows – good or bad – without interference from some know-it-all politician. I understand that a free market is the only thing that can save our country financially and that excessive government regulation of private industry is a bad thing. At the same time I think greed is evil and that the universe will right itself. Balance is the natural state of the universe – when too much greed and corruption comes along the Universe will purge the bad apples so to speak.
That is not saying that the free market should be completely unregulated. Humans need rules – boundaries – in which to operate. There have to rules and consequences for breaking those rules. The Universe will self regulate but sometimes we need to help her along. The Universe is not discerning and offers no second chances – I believe everyone deserves one – repeat in bold capital letters ONE second chance. If we wait to regulate ourselves until the Universe purges the evil some innocent or at least savable lives will be lost.
Ok someday I will get into details about each of the subjects hinted at here but not this day. I will do it later. Like I said I hope this will help me stop procrastinating – just not going work on that right now. I also promise I will use more humor in future blog postings. I am actually a funny guy – but I won’t be posting my picture so some of you will know just how funny.
That is just as Mike tells it.