"Putting on the Game Face"
This blog is a doorway into the mind of Percy Goodfellow. Don't be shocked at the lost boys of Namby-Pamby Land and the women they cavort with. Watch as his caricatures blunder about the space between audacious hope and the wake-up calls of tomorrow. Behold their scrawl on the CRT, Like graffitti on a subway wall. Examine it through your own lens...Step up my friends, and separate the pepper from the rat poop. Welcome to his abode...the armpit of yesterday, the blinking of an eye and a plank to the edge of Eternity.
As I watch CNN, ABC, NBC, and CBS, I see all this polling data that shows how the Democratic "Wannabies" stack up against Donald Trump in 2020. In almost every case, the polls show the Democratic hopefuls defeating Trump by a statistically significant margin.
The Democrats haven't learned much in the past decade, when Barrack Obama first won the Presidency, the House and the Senate. Since then it's been all down hill. They lost the House, then the Senate and finally the Presidency. Throughout it all, the polls showed the Democrats enjoying a comfortable lead. Why do you suppose this was? Could it be because someone, somewhere, has this idea that people tend to vote for who they perceive will win a contest? That based upon this specious concept the media, "Owned" (controlled), by off shore money, puts their thumb on the scale to insure their bought and paid for candidate appears to be leading.
This was demonstrated in 2016 when inaccurate polls predicted a Democratic landslide. Just the opposite happened. Americans are a bit more sophisticated than the inept handlers of the Democratic Party realize. Many voters don't want to face the ridicule, hassle and social pressure exerted by the Left, so when asked in a poll, who will you vote for... tell the pollsters the most expedient thing. Something along the lines of, "Me? Vote for Trump...? Get real, I hate the guy!"
Still, there is no denying that Donald Trump won the 2916 election. This begs the question, will anyone who voted for him then, fail to vote for him in 2020? Has Trump done anything since his election that will cause those who voted then to change their minds? I leave that answer to you. None can argue however, that In the presence of overwhelming adversity, the man has made good on his promises. At the same time the economy has soared to all time highs. Obama said, "1% GDP growth was the new norm and it was time the American people got used to it!"
Well, under Trump GDP growth is over 3% and people have seen their 401Ks increase by forty percent. At the same time employment has reached all time highs when compared by the miserable record of the Obama administration. So why would anyone think that Trump voters in 2016 would flip in 2020? Duh! You decide, but I suspect there will be plenty of independents who might be thinking.. "You know, Donald Trump wasn't nearly as bad a president as the Democrats claimed.
With all that aside, I think the Democrats shot themselves in the foot during confirmation of the Supreme Court nominees, their embrace of Socialism, alienation of the American Working Class, and what is about to come out on Human Trafficking, and the real story of power abuse during the Obama Presidency. None of these bode well and I contend that 2020 will be a bitter disappointment for the Democrats.
I mentioned "Off Shore Money." The United States of America has no shortage of enemies and the most virulent are economic forces outside our borders. In all liklihood, George Soros is only a point man. The hatred this country bears is the result of being the most powerful nation on earth. Since these other countries, institutions and families, which hate us, can't defeat the US militarily, economically or technologically, they have undertaken a strategy of undermining and corrupting from within. They own our media, our educational institutions, financial institutions and have bought and paid for the Democratic Party. The things the media and our politicians (from both parties) say, are slurs that decent Americans would never voice, yet each day media viewers face a fire hose of vile propaganda designed to repeat lies so often enough that people will come to believe them. RACIST! RACIST! RACIST, RACIST is all we hear these days and so diluted has the term become, that it might better be defined as... "a pejorative term used by Democrats against anyone they disagree with!"
The world wide monied elite have their sights set on a one world government, they control, and the USA is the only impediment standing in their way. Who do you suppose is paying for the migrants and refugees who are flooding into countries with traditional Western values? The answer is "Offshore Money" and the assaults will not cease until the Unite States is brought low... to the status of a third world Banana Republic and the entire planet is turned into a Socialist shit hole..
|As I have grown older I have learned a few things about diet. When I was younger I had a high metabolism, I ate anything I wanted and never gained weight.
One of the hard lessons a mature person has to learn is that as you get older your metabolism slows down and you don't need as much food. Since one tends to be less active as time goes on the exercise option, which used to burn up all those calories becomes less and less a factor in controlling weight.
So, what happens is that, slowly and surely, if you don't make adjustments to your calorie intake the fat begins to accumulate... in all the wrong places. Because of this I have created a diet that works. It's called "THE EAT LESS FOOD DIET.
The first step in the diet is to cut out a meal a day. Since I was a kid I have heard that breakfast is the most important meal. Now, if people died at the age of forty that might have some validity. However, I'm approaching eighty and have discovered this is malarkey. If after the age of sixteen you spend a life involved in intense physical activity a case can be made for breakfast. The problem is that if one spends their early life running marathons, all that exercise is certainly going to burn calories, but it is also going to lead to a premature wear out of body parts and functions. Then, if after forty, you revert to a sedentary life style... then those pancakes, syrup, biscuits, butter and all those calories don't get burned, convert to fat, and spend the last half of your life poisoning your system and requiring your body to haul around twice the weight it was ever intended to bear. It's the old double whammy. It virtually insures a poor quality of life and early demise.
This was the first measure I took when I went for my annual physical and saw my weight top two-hundred lbs. OMG, I lamented, what have I allowed to happen? Since my body had been skinny the first half of my life, seeing a thiry-five percent weight gain was a sobering revelation... hence my revolutionary new diet.
By dropping breakfast I could avoid many of those calories I no longer needed. So I did.
The next measure is "moderate" exercise. This is not an ass-kick workout, used in preparing for a marathon, but rather a brisk one mile walk once or twice a day. Human beings were built to walk and if you stop doing it, a message is sent to the subconscious that your service life is nearing an end and death is becoming more and more imminent. Using a car analogy, it means shifting down gear where you used to shift up.
The third measure is to weigh myself every morning. If my weight is down, that's good, if it's was up... shame on me.
So ,now the question became, did the diet work? The answer is No... I still gained weight. Then I caught the flu and was so sick for two weeks that I lost ten pounds. Guess what? Two weeks later I had gained it all back. "This is bullshit!" I chided my self. What we have here is a definite shortage of willpower and self discipline. This is psychological and needs to be approached with the same presence of mind used in overcoming an addiction. In this case it isn't alcohol, cigarettes, or pot.... the addiction is food. As soon as what is taken in exceeds the energy required for daily life your body begins to stew in its own juices..
Since weight loss is mental and involves breaking up the routine of a recurring compulsion a life style change is required. That change is getting intake to stay below use. The life style change is to eat less while still staying active.
When someone learns to skip breakfast, what is the first thing that happens.... BINGO! You compensate by pigging out at lunch, dinner and between meals. What it takes is a conscious realization, that every bite you take during the day is important. A person who wants to lose weight must stay below the operating level of energy needs and allow the fat that has built up to be converted to energy for daily use. Now, if you aren't already aware your body screams out in sham agony when you decide to put your foot down to tame the beast.
The strategy is to embark on a plan with the following guides.
1. When the food doesn't taste good, don't eat it... Sometimes your body is telling you there is something wrong with it. However, why eat something that is suspect? Because of habit. The whole point of the diet is to break bad eating habits. Yet often do we feel obliged to eat something because we paid good money for it or someone slapped it on our plate? Since you aren't going to be eating as much make sure that what you do eat tastes good.
2. If you must snack between meals, and you will suffer unavoidable cravings, then snack slowly, and when the craving stops quit snacking. There is a time lapse between a powerful and compelling hunger and the point at which you take the edge off it. Be looking for the hunger intensity to diminish and as soon as it reaches a tolerable threshold quit eating.... Don't eat the whole bag of potato chips just because you opened the bag or can.
3. Take your body off automatic pilot... If you don't and just satisfy needs as the flesh demands... You'll begin to self destruct... and while it will happen slowly, so slow you hardly notice it, you go into a downhill slide that is extremely hard to reverse. If you wait too long it becomes twice as hard as you must then contend with both daily energy needs and the need to burn excess fat.
4. When you sit down for your two meals a day.... make sure they are well prepared and delicious. Eat slowly and savor eating what you like best. When the craving subsides, don't feel obliged to eat everything on your plate. Get up and take a walk.
5. If you have a sleep disorder and find you're napping and still tired after a nights sleep... get a CPAP. This can be a problem with burning calories if you're sleeping and napping ten-twelve hours a day.
|Dr. Stephen Greer heads the Disclosure Project. He has assembled a large number of "Whistle Blowers" and reams of documentation on UFOs. if you search UFOs. Disclosure, Dr. Stephen Greer, Utube, you'll see and hear some pretty convincing evidence that extraterrestrials are real. There are also videos on the subject put out there by folks who's job it is to convince you otherwise. These are the intelligence agencies charged with keeping the lid on the most super secret and sensitive story in the history of mankind. Anybody who is seen as a threat to this secrecy is threatened, ridiculed, attacked and made to appear foolish in the flurry of disinformation and countermeasures that are taken to stifle and marginalize those who get too close to the truth and have access to what is going on behind the scenes. It used to be that people were killed to keep the reality of space Aliens under wraps but in more recent times such extreme measures have given way to other means.
Nobody wants to be made a fool of, ridiculed by others, and lose their reputations, all of which are tactics employed against those who disclose the dark secrets the intelligence agencies are charged to maintain. They have gotten very good at it, so good that anybody who reports a UFO is considered someone in need of psychiatric care. Pilots are particularly loath to report sightings for fear they will lose their licenses. Scientists are frightened that they will lose their grants or have their careers adversely impacted. So anybody these days with credibility and a reputation to maintain are easily manipulated into playing the game. It's a game that started out relatively small and unsophisticated and grew into a security nightmare. Can you imagine working in a job and perpetuating a lie that involves destroying decent men and women to the end of maintaining a cover to an illegitimate program that affects all aspects of life on this planet? Dear GOD! how do those involved in these nefarious activities sleep at night? When they turn the TV on and see the tools of National Intelligence, created for their work, being used by political hacks to undermine the American way of life, how do imagine they must feel?
Little wonder then, that Dr. Greer has such a host of insiders at his beck and call ready to testify to anyone who will listen as to what is really going on. The sad truth is that Americans have become so brainwashed they are beyond redemption and actually enjoy joking about and deriding the presence of those "... little green men. Extraterrestrials come in a variety of shapes and sizes, known as Extraterrestrial Biological Entities. The most common variety are the "Grays" which are roughly four feet in hight, grey in appearance and have a morphology that is somewhat human.
The presence of these alien life forms is no laughing matter and disclosure is necessary to break the gridlock and clear the air of what has been happening the past seventy-five years. Unwittingly to most, a dialog has been set in place, policies established and operations undertaken without governmental oversight. It is a runaway freight train that keeps adding motive power and cars and accelerating towards another galaxy at the speed of light. Those pulling the strings are not legitimate and there is no way to assess the consequences of what they've been up to. I suspect it is already too late to slow the beast down and for that reason seriously doubt there will be any disclosure until our puppet masters, who are way over their heads, screw matters up beyond redemption and get us all killed.
|I have given this blog the name "Layers of Reality" because I've become convinced that there are two realities playing out in the world around us.
The first is the reality we are allowed to see and the second one that exists, simmering below the surface, that nobody but those with the "secret handshake" are allowed to see.... I know that sounds paranoid and full of conspiracy, however, the world we see on TV and read in the media is the superficial layer the masses are propagandized to accept and it is carefully controlled and orchestrated by those who pull the strings behind the scenes and seek to manipulate the everyday person into thinking that what they see is actually the whole truth.
After Roswell the government came into possession of downed ET vehicles and ET bodies that made it starkly clear that there were aliens from somewhere beyond our solar system, cruising around and taking an interest in what we were up to. WW 2 had just ended and we had exploded a number of nuclear weapons. Shortly afterwards we succeeded in acquiring the hard evidence mentioned above.
That was seventy years ago.... and a lot of water has passed under the bridge since then. For one thing President Truman established a council called Majestic 12 chartered to look into the UFO phenomena. The secrecy surrounding this organization dwarfed the Manhattan Project and has continued to this day. Given what we know, it's clear that many of the technological developments that have exploded onto modern times had their genesis when the MJ 12 group began seeding pieces of the recovered alien craft to developers to determine how these craft worked.
It's one thing build technology from scratch and quite another to back engineer it. While the downed extraterrestrial space craft were radically different from the aeronautics we had at the end of WW2, you can rest assured that if we could make an atomic bomb from scratch we could damn well get to the bottom, in short order, regarding how the ET craft operated. Within ten years we had operating prototypes based upon what we acquired at Roswell and additional ET craft that fell into our hands. Some were shot down, some were discovered buried in the archeology of past civilizations, and some were provided by the off-world visitors in negotiations with our government.
It's very easy to become indignant over all the lies and coverups that have taken place since the end of WW2, however, it could well be MJ 12 was provided, by our ET visitors, with a prognosis of a planetary future, filled with doom, gloom and perhaps a chilling ultimation... "...Mend your ways or else." It could be some of the warnings were taken to heart... as we have not had a nuclear confrontation since the bombing of Japan. Exactly what form these revelations took is hard to say but I suspect the dramatization was convincing.
During the 1960s it appears we had a base on the Moon and were actively involved in the colonization of Mars. This was achieved with help from the ETs. Concurrently we were developing ET Reproduction vehicles and flying about in
some of their retrofitted "Hand me Downs" adapted to the human body.
The idea was to figure out how to operate bases, methodologies for establishing colonies both inside and outside the solar system, and defend ourselves if attacked by hostile invaders.
The need for all the secrecy in achieving these objectives is understandable but it has some unintended consequences. In the cover-up techniques have been developed to keep the general population in the dark. As time has gone on many have come to realize that there are two realities taking place at the same time. As a result public trust in our institutions has been compromised to the point that many doubt much of what they hear on the traditional media that have come to be labeled as "Fake News." That is an apt description. While the media continue to serve a role in describing benign events considered newsworthy, such as politics and the weather, they have been so coopted by the Deep State that many are beginning to question who really owns these outlets and who is really pulling the strings. Capabilities that should be keeping us safe are being used corruptly to undermine the intent of the Constitution.
I realize the Democracies have difficulty keeping secrets and after the Soviets stole the A-Bomb perhaps a better way had to be found... Unfortunately the solution has rapidly become worse than the problem.
When President Trump announced the creation of the Space Force, it was because the whole sordid enterprise had become so large, it was not longer possible to keep a lid on it. Instead of disclosure and admitting the whole thing was already up and running and had been for some time... it was made to appear that this Space Force was a new initiative that was about to be stood up for the first time.
What was so bad about the 2016 Election was that the party in power used infrastructure and assets of National Security to try and tip the scale for the political party of their choice. Think about it! What started with an executive order to stand up a secret council to investigate the ET presence has morphed into a military Industrial shadow government that is orchestrating both our negotations with Extraterristerials and subversive activities to undermine the Constitution.
|Many of the things I get involved in are activities I don't have a natural aptitude for. It seems I often have a passion for things I lack an inherent talent to accomplish... So while I'm not wanting in enthusiasm, I wind up a bit short on the art and science to make it happen. There are many examples I could give, the sheer volume of which would bore my readers to tears... so I'll only offer a couple .
In my younger days I would often go to a museum and see the amazing wonders that human beings are capable of achieving. Take art for example. I would see pictures by renowned painters and go out and buy paint and brushes only to discover that my efforts were nowhere close to my expectations... oft' to the extent of becoming becoming frustrated and embarrassed. Still, if I persisted, my stubbornness usually was rewarded with a marginal improvement of outcome, albeit still far short of the standard achieved by the masters.
More recently I was working on a motorcycle engine and the clutch linkage fell out and spilled onto the shop table. I was at a loss as to how to get it all back together again. I watched U-Tube videos, read shop manuals, studied parts diagrams and still couldn't figure it out. Then I asked friends and the results were still incomplete. It turned out the explanation was simple and when I realized it.. gave my head the stupid slap and muttered under my breath. It is interesting to go from a state of complete ignorance to one of total understanding. The clarity is like a mental breath of fresh air.
Sometimes people who struggle to learn are the best teachers... I know that sounds curious, however I always learned more from the students around me than the professors at the chalkboard. Is this just me or are there others on the planet wired the same way?
|Every year it seems I get a cold or a touch of the flu or something like that. It starts with a sore throat and goes on from there into congestion or runny nose. My system seems to sag and I feel tired and try to dial back the pace of my daily activities.
I eat less and the cold remedies seem to dry me up inside as I sneeze and cough and feel otherwise miserable. A bout with the flu usually lasts about ten days. Despite feeling bad there are things I have to do like put wood in the outdoor wood stove, feed the cats and walk the dogs.
The days are short this time of year and I usually walk 2 miles, more or less, each day. The dogs make sure I perform that ritual and if I am not up and dressed by 9 O'clock, my Labra-Doodles are on the bed barking and breathing down on me.
My class at NHA here at WDC is going strong and I have 8 students this term. The Workshop is doing well but some of the other classes are suffering from a lack of attendance. I think the Headmistress is looking at options.
|Some of you might know that I am the facilitator for the Exploratory Writing Workshop at New Horizon's Academy, here at WDC.
Yesterday was Orientation Day and the Workshop has eight students. This is a large number and I only usually get half that number and after attrition am lucky to graduate two students. Still I enjoy being the moderator, even if I do feel like the one eyed man in the land of the blind.
|I have been busy lately with my motorcycles.
Two weeks ago I was focused on one which had an electrical system full of gremlins. Electricity is the issue most casual mechanics have the most difficulty with. Actually I rather like working on electrical problems. These run the gamut of turn signals that don't flicker properly, to spark plugs that don't spark. When I work on an electrical glitch, I start out with a wiring diagram. At first glance these diagrams look like a jumble of confusion. However, if you focus on the circuit giving the problem it reduces the complexity to a manageable level. Instead of a forest, the scope of the endeavor is reduced to a single tree.
The first thing I always do is take the diagram to Staples and get it blown up. Then I have it pasted on a laminated board. Now I have something that I can at least see.
The next thing I do is take a dry erase board and pull the offending circuit out of the wiring diagram and figure out how the flow of amperage is going from the battery to the appliance (load) and finding its way to ground. I do this both visually and by putting the process into words. On the dry erase board I color in the wires using pens that use the same colors coded properly from the overall diagram. Once this is accomplished it is much easier to visualize and understand what is going on.
Next, taking a test light I work my way down the circuit to find out if the juice is getting to the appliance and flowing to ground. This isolates where the problem is occurring and makes it relatively easy to fix the problem.
|Last year I ran into my new van with the lawnmower. Crunch! Was that ever a senior moment! I'm still not sure how I managed to bungle that one however the result was a bad dent and small tear in the sliding door. The door was still functional but looked awful. I thought about my insurance but with the deductible of $500 I knew that wasn't going anywhere... so I just left it the way it was and got on with my life... still it looks really crappy, a glaring blemish in an otherwise decent looking van.
Then on Tube I saw a video of this guy who had a similar gash on the rear quarter panel of his car. Apparently in his metropolitan area there are body men who operate out of a van... He hired this guy and asked if he could videotape the repair. The technician said "sure" and this is how he fixed the fender in customer's driveway.
First he took a wire brush on a drill and took off all the paint surrounding the damaged area. Then he used a spot welder to attach pins on the bare metal. With a slide hammer he pulled the dent out getting the surface into a shape as uniform as possible with the rest of the panel. Then he called a parts store with the paint code off the car and got a spray can of the right color. Before spraying he BONDOed the surface and sanded it to make it smooth. Then he sprayed it with the rattle can. Turned out pretty good and I'm sure the price was right. Anyway that is what I'm doing now. If I could have popped off the inside liner it would have made the whole project easier. Then I could have tapped out the dent with a hammer.
The point I'm making is that for virtually any type of repair there is somebody out there who has made a video for how to fix it. As a matter of fact, It's possible to get a remedial understanding for how to fix anything by simply searching some key words and ending with utube. Try. it.... you'll be amazed with what you can do by yourself.
|Cleanup is a big part of any presentation. Sometimes I get so focused on the end product I neglect doing the cleanup afterwards. I know better. "Ship Shape" gets to the heart of it. As I neglect cleanup I start making a space in the clutter and pushing on with the next big project. As a result the mess of one activity gets compounded with the next.
So I've resolved to not begin anything new until I get my Garage/Workshop cleaned up. For the last two days I've been getting rid of things by stuffing them into my "Ruthless" garbage sack. I can see progress.
|Well.... I was wrong in my prediction for the Midterm Elections. The Republicans failed to hold the house. The Democrats now control the House of Representatives.
However, the Republicans did better in the Senate than I expected.... The Governor's races were pretty much a wash in the overall numbers however, Republican wins took place in states of greater importance on the political landscape.
|It is still 7:43 in Wisconsin, so the polls won't open for another quarter of an hour.
I predict that the Republicans will hold the House, make gains in the Senate and that the Governer's races will be a net gain for the Republicans.
|Yesterday I lamented about getting my Yamaha trail bike titled and registered at the Department of Motor Vehicles. Anyway I decided it was time to stop sniveling and just go down and get the job done. Not only that... but I have two other old bikes in the garage with titles in various stages of completeness. On one the buyer information was not filled out and on the the other it was filled out improperly. I was worried because I wanted to work on these bikes as well as my latest acquisition, but I didn't want to get finished only to discover it was impossible to get them titled.
While on my morning walk with the dogs it occurred to me that a good strategy might be to take my wife along. When I meet people for the first time I make a bad first impression. I do this without opening my mouth... I won't tell you how many fights I got into as a kid because of bad karma. My wife, on the other hand, is a real sweetheart... people love her. They come up to her in Walmart and just naturally strike up a conversation. I can honestly say that never in my entire life has anyone approached me, out of the blue, at Walmart and tried to do that. So you might understand why I anticipated trouble at the desk of the DMV. I knew these old titles were full of glitches and incompletions and envisioned a "No, No, No" response as the clerk examined each one and flipped it back at me.
Then I had a flash of sheer genius...if Linda was standing next to me and I kept my mouth shut and let her do the talking, my chances of succeeding, with at least one of the three, increased exponentially. Allow me to digress and expand this line of thought. I come from a long line of worriers... My mother worried so much she was in and out of the hospital and yes they used to give electric shock treatments and all that... Now my affliction with worry is not nearly the cross my mother had to bear, however, if you subscribe to the acorn and tree hypothesis, you can understand that being a "Worrywart" comes naturally. There is another aspect to being a worrier that I have discovered. This is that the things I worry about never seem to materialize. If I worry enough the bad things never happen. Now, why do you suppose that is? My take is that through worry, God, knows what is bothering me and takes steps in his eternal kindness to prevent them from ever seeing the light of day. It's the things that I don't worry about that bite me... You know those that are totally unexpected....those completely unanticipated disasters that rear up suddenly and knock us flat on our asses. Hold that thought.
So when I got back to the house I asked Linda if she'd go with me to the DMV. She smiled that radiant smile... the one that melted my heart over fifty years ago and said, "Sure, but when we finish I get to go to Target... and I don't want you hovering and sending vibes that it's time to go home." If you'd seen me grovel in appreciation, you'd have witnessed the whole shameless scene, but take my word... So off we went.
When we arrived I was on edge. Linda stood next to me playing on her I-phone. The guy in front us, at the prescreen booth, was applying for a Driver's License. The clerk asked if he had any proof of residency.
"No," he said. in an irritated tone of voice, as if this was some kind of unreasonable request.
"How about a utility bill with an address?"
"No nothing like that with me..."
"Sorry, no proof of residency... no driver's license."
There was some hem-hawing and I could feel the frustration radiating off his body as the line of waiting customers got longer. Finally, he shrugged, shook his head and walked from the building, a look of total failure on his face. I could sympathize because I expected to soon be wearing that same look. With a deep breath, I stepped up to the desk,
"I have three old motorcycles I want to register...,"
Linda stepped up crowding the space intended for a single person.
"Are you going to register them in both your names?" He inquired, shifting his attention to my wife.
"Heavens NO!" Linda answered, "These are DIRT BIKES, Fifty years old... you won't get me on one. They're a waste of money if you ask me... then nobody ever does. NO, this is all HIS doing and I don't need my name on any of the paperwork."
(She sounded like my caregiver...)
He gave us the once over "Just though I'd ask... fill out these three forms, one for each title, where you see the blocks highlighted in yellow.
With one hand Linda took the forms and the other my arm... guiding us over to the form filling out counter.
I started to complete one and she snatched them away... " I'll do it." (Form filling is not my long suit). "You write in what you paid for each bike, sign there and date them."
When I finished she surveyed each completed form until coming to the last one. With a voice of dismay she gasped... "You paid $2600 for these three bikes?"
I winced... "It came from my mad money account."
"I didn't realize the full extent of your latest hobby." she answered, expressing her thoughts out loud.
She guided us over to a bench in front of the video call screen. When our number came up we walked together up to the window. There an even more formidable bureaucrat sat with this I hate my job look.... Maybe if I transfer some of my angst to a customer I'll feel better.
"I want to title and register these bikes."
"You want plates for all three?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.
Linda spoke up... "Yes, and if it keeps him out of the tavern, it'll be worth it."
"Tell me about it," the clerk answered with unspoken sympathy.
What followed was an efficiency born of long experience, as she processed the titles and without further ado issued the plates.
"That will be $468." My jaw dropped. (This was the unexpected part.) Linda wrote out the check without hesitation.
The clerk hit the send key and the titles printed off. "Have a nice day."
I gathered them all up and tried to appear casual as we walked out... In the parking lot I did the happy dance... Will wonders never cease...? I kissed my college sweetheart on the forehead and gave her an endearing hug.
|I haven't gotten to the DMV yet. Maybe today. Yesterday I worked on the sliding door to my van. Last hear I hit the sliding panel with my lawnmower... duh! I thought the easiest way to fix it would be to buy a new door from a salvage yard. No luck there. Then I saw a video of a guy who has a mobile body man come out and fix a deep scratch on his rear quarter panel. I can do that ... so I borrow a pin stud welder from my friend and go to work. First the paint has to come off so I went to ACE hardware and got an abrasive wheel for my drill. I chucked it in and took off the paint. The spot welder needs a bare metal surface for the ground to work. Once the pins were stuck in place there is a slide hammer that attaches to the shaft which can be used to pull the sheet metal back into shape. This is where I am now... my van door looks like a porcupine... Today I will continue on with that project and try and get a bit more completed.
I've found that finding time to complete an "Overwhelming A" task is best approached by breaking it down into small manageable tasks. So getting the paint off and fixing the spot weld pins are two steps in a long list that needs to be sequentially done. This is especially true with electrical wiring. Each circuit has to be examined individually or I soon become immersed in information overload. So this is where I am on that one.
I try and walk two miles a day with my dogs. There is a road out in front of my farm I call "5 Car a day road," Thats what I named it twenty years ago when I retired to my great-grandfather's farm. These days there are probable fifty or more cars a day that drive past and instead of being the only house on a three mile stretch there are now eight houses. The road meanders through a bluff where the Indians used to winter and a hiker can still find arrow heads. I call the bluff stretch "Donner Pass Road." The reason for the name is that when I first moved here a heavy snow would block the road for days on end until the snow plow got around to digging us out. Since there were no school children age youngsters on the road, our priority for plowing was lower than whale poop... and everyone should know how low that gets.
Am I rambling? I suppose I am but... many prefer it to my political commentary. Anyway, today is Friday and I've a lot to do.
|The first step in renovating an old motorcycle has nothing to do with wrenches..., it involves dealing with the State. There is no sense going to the trouble of fixing a bike that can't be operated on the public highway.
This Yamaha 100 I bought up North, had a clean title, I got a bill of sale and now I need to go to the Department of Motor Vehicles (DMV) to get the title transferred into my name and registered. How hard will that be? Duh... Have you ever dealt with the DMV? It will probably be a nightmare of tangled bureaucracy.
I don't even want to think about it,
|I've always had a passion for mechanical things. It goes along with my passion for writing, languages and clinging to the opposite sex. Passion is a powerful motive force but alone it doesn't provide a "How To" schematic. To supplement a passion a person benefits from talent, experience, and self discipline. Where are you going Percy with this ramble, you might be wondering? Let me answer that by relating a most wonderful thing that happened to me recently.
The other night I was sitting watching U-tube video's when on the right of the screen, where it shows a series of related videos, I saw one about this guy who discovered an old motorcycle that had been stored in a barn for the past twenty-five years. It showed the video maker purchasing the machine, loading it in his truck and taking it back to his shop. Finding, negotiating, and transporting are subjects in their own stead and I'll pass over that. It was what happened in this video maker's shop that I found not only intriguing... but downright amazing.
I saw a good mechanic assess, disassemble, clean, repair and reassemble a motorcycle that most would consider a piece of junk... and in the end kick it over and hear it come rumbling to life. I watched this mechanic, over a series of six videos, go from start to finish. When the series ended I wondered if I could do the same thing. So I resolved to go on Craig's list and look for some cheap motorcycles in my area. Guess what....? There were plenty. I did not have to settle for something that had been sitting out in the elements, under a tarp of in some vermin infested shed for the last quarter of a century.
It didn't take me long to find a good candidate, a 100 cc Yamaha dual purpose bike from the 1970s. The owner had done some work on it and said it would start on the first kick. I told him I was interested and would drive up and take a look. Three hours later and $550 poorer I was the new owner of a dirt bike with a flat rear tire. After rolling it into my van I returned to the farm and wheeled it into my garage.
Let me pause here for a moment and say that I'd not ridden a two stroke motorcycle for a long time.... since 1968 to be exact. Sure I'd had some four strokes and even a Harley but these had been all maintained by a dealership or speciality shop. In my mind I was way ahead of the Barn Find video guy because mine actually started and ran fairly well. Still I realized there was plenty of voodoo that lurked under the wrenches and was experienced enough to know that this project was not going to be as easy as it looked on U-tube.
Prior to getting started I have to clean up my garage and make room. Then I have to make a work stand, not to mention developing a clear understanding of how all the systems work and the tools and expertise to take it apart without ruining the parts and then getting it all put back together again in the proper order and sequence.
This brings me back to passion, talent, experience and self discipline. For the present I have the passion. Self discipline hasn't always been my long suit and in the past I 'd not always completed some of the ambitious tasks I took on. So I had to ask myself, "Self" are you going to have the gumption to see this project through? Since that question had an element of futurity the answer was more an assumption than statement of fact. Then in-between was the talent and experience issue. I do not have a natural mechanical talent. The complexity of rehabilitating a dirt bike is nothing to be taken lightly. Experience is another matter and undertaking a task where one has little aptitude or background is daunting and will require some research. While I have the time, being retired, and in reasonably good health, my new project won't be easy.
So where do I start? The best place, I think, is finding a way to transfer the technical requirements into a language that I understand. By this I mean don't just start taking things apart but coming up with a process that will take the technical information from the shop manual and transfer it into my bio-processor. For example the wiring diagram for this bike looks like Spaghetti Junction and the wires under the gas tank are far from original. Not to mention understanding how the gears work and how the power gets from the battery to the spark plugs. Get the drift? Before starting I need to examine each system and make sure I understand how the theory works and apply it to the machine I'm attempting to renovate. Rather than going off half cocked and then giving up in dismay, I need to make sure I understand thoroughly what I need to do and how I need to do it. That requires a plan and a process considered in advance.
Well here I am on the threshold of a new adventure, about to step into a brave new world. Wish me luck.
|A beautiful Space Force... That is what President Trump called the new arm of the American military being ginned up in the Pentagon. This tells me there will be no disclosure coming in the near future. It will continue to be business as usual and a small cluster of very smart people will continue to interface with the ETs and set the policies on how the United States will represent the planet in our intercourse with the aliens.
It further shows a strong and coordinated military component will be a part of the negotiation process. What kind of a "deal" do you suppose is being cooked up in the caverns of power? The last great negotiation was granting concessions in the Bio market in return for some outdated off world technology. It seemed a reasonable exchange at the time. President Truman figured there was nothing he could do to stop the animal mutilations and human abductions so why not get something from a situation he was powerless to prevent? There were some growing pains in the budding new relationship but nothing that couldn't be covered up and managed.
Now we're becoming bolder. The United States has developed some "Teeth" over the past seventy-five years and there is this naive notion that our technology has evolved to the point where we have a military option to flex in our dealings with the Extraterrestrials. Is that a joke or what..? Mankind and the Off-worlders duking it out on bullseye Earth. We're no more than a petulant toddler with a twig.
The rest of the world is at a loss for how to deal with the good ole USA. There is no military power that can match our might, more so now since we have weaponized the new technologies seeded in the aero-space industry by our new found friends. In response, foreign interests and old European money are trying to weaken the United States from within. It is a desperate gambit but the only card the "Outs" have left... to try and use an internal strategy to destroy the unchecked nemesis they perceive as threatening to destroy everything.
No decent American would work the mischief we see rampant in todays politic's... Somebody external is calling the shots and nearly succeeded in gutting this country... until Trump came along. He certainly bears watching but has saved us, in the short term, from the socialist infection aimed at destroying the middle class.
|I'm sure there are many who are following the confirmation hearing on Judge Caveneaugh. Lindsey Graham, a Republican Senator has summed the whole thing up with far more eloquence than I could ever muster. In summary the purpose of the hearing is not to get to the truth of what happened to Mrs. Ford but rather to delay and obstruct, in the hopes of pushing an appointment beyond the Midterms and then, (If they win the Senate), prevent the appointment of a conservative jurist, altogether.
The Democrats are being disingenuous, clutching their hearts and pretending they really care about women. They are taking a politically expedient argument to conceal... a deep-seated fear that a conservative judge will upset the balance of power on the Supreme Court and lead to an overturning of Rowe Vs Wade.
After they ran out of civil arguments to prevent the confirmation they resorted, as in the past, to play the Sex Card. It used to be they snapped the Race Card, but they played that one so often it lost its effectiveness. The same thing is happening with the Sex Card. Accusing a man of Sexual Misconduct is still an issue packed with enough emotion to stick and when reason and common decency fail the Democrats put out an appeal to Females across the land to step up and level this allegation at their political enemies. It is a horrific accusation. I'm sure that many Democrats cringe inwardly at recourse to such a vile and disgusting tactic, but I suppose they they feel, that on this issue, the ends justify the means. They're prepared to destroy a decent man in any way possible to cling to a lever of power.
It's my contention that whenever someone resorts to tactics based on the idea that the ends justify the means, they are mortgaging their souls. It might appear to be a legitimate last ditch recourse to protect a dearly held core value, however there are consequences. It is an EVIL concept and while it might appear to work in the short term, those who stoop to it eventfully pay a terrible price. The Democrats should have won the last election easily, but the misdeeds of Hillary Clinton came back with a vengeance in totally unexpected ways. In the shadows of the electorate's mind is a quest for human decency. Many dismiss it but it it moves like a cloud, seemingly unnoticed, an amorphous spiritual presence, which ultimately finds traction in the greater scheme of things. It is the playing out of an equilibrium in the minds of men and women. It is the unending struggle between good and evil that has been going on as long as humanity has existed. It's the stuff of religion and just because it can't be seen doesn't mean it isn't there.
As I said, Hillary should have won the last presidential election but to the dismay of everyone she lost. Trumps victory has been described as "Cosmic." The reason it came to pass was because injustice and evil must eventually give way to those nobler sentiments that are eventually allowed to have their day in the sun. It is almost a foregone conclusion that the midterms favor a political party that has fallen from power, however, the Democrats, rather than learning the lessons of the Obama Administration have doubled down on the dark side of politics and continue on a path that leads only to unintended consequences.
The certainty that they will reap a political windfall in the midterms has been mortgaged and if there is any justice in this world they will be handed a defeat for they same reasons they failed in the last election. For those who flirt with evil a harsh reckoning awaits.
As with Obamacare Democrats have invested all their political capital on something the American people did not want forced upon them, at least not in the form it was crammed down their throats. It was never a policy of universal health care that people found so egregious but rather the means the Democrats pursued it. The ENDS do not justify the MEANS. This might seem to be the case at the time but in the final reckoning, the MEANS are as important and those who deceive themselves will in the end always reap the unfairness and anguish they have sown.