California Fires (Version 2020)

I just walked outside and smoke from the California fires has rolled in for yet another day. I feel bad for those who have been burned out of their homes and forced to evacuate. I would like to say that I feel bad for the firefighters but, quite honestly, I do not. They have signed up for this job and they are getting paid good money to do this. I am aware that in most cased they are getting overtime and in some cases these fire fighter’s budget to get the big overtime checks. Budgeting to receive overtime fighting fires to me is wrong because they are banking on the destructive fires that require them to be on the fire lines for many days of long hours.

Back to the fires and I have mentioned this before if not in this blog but when speaking with others in my circle of acquaintances and friends. When I was young California rarely had conflagrations that pumped smoke into the part of the world that I live. If they did the fires were withing 50-60 miles and it made sense. But now the fires have gotten so large that fires can be more than 200 miles away and smoke billows into the valley where I live. What is different I ask? Is it that California has mismanaged their wildlands? Has California mismanaged the way they fight fires? Is there too much money to be made fighting fires that they are allowed to grow larger and larger so more money is required to be spent fighting the fires? Is it attributable to a larger population and so therefore the odds are higher now for a human caused fire? Is there another reason or reasons that I am just not aware of? What I do know is that not only is there property being lost and destroyed but that people are losing lives which is unacceptable.

This round of fires was predominately sparked by dry lightning which does not happen every year. I can accept lightning sparked fires as a sort of natural cause and something that has happened periodically long before recorded history. What bothers me is the fires happen every year and that is not natural. Dry lightning is not something that sparks these conflagrations every year which leaves the rest of the conflagrations being man caused. So, forgive me if I am a bit weary when a dry lightning year rolls around. Is the new normal to just expect smoke filled valleys every year? Am I cynical for thinking the firefighting industry expects these mega fires every year? Once again, I must check my cynical thoughts but as I said I am fire weary in addition to all the other reasons to be weary and cynical about this year.

Random Musings 8.24.20

Once again it is time for some Twitter (for those with a litigious bent there is a trademark symbol just after the “r” in the previous word) like random musings from the mind of a quiet, unassuming, at least in my own opinion, person observing the ramblings, rumblings and revelations in the media. Additionally, it appears that Twitter would most likely censor what I have to say any way and Facebook certainly would censor what I have to say.

My condolences to President Trump on the loss of his brother. It sucks and there is no better why to state it in my opinion. May he rest in peace.

Moving on I must believe that China is a testing and proving ground for the use of technology and its use in the suppression of a people. I see what the FANGS are doing to the conservative movement and it is obvious that they have perfected this suppression and their explanations for why they are doing it. Straight from the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) Playbook and perfected in China at the behest of the CCP.

Another place of rioting has erupted in Wisconsin. I will be the first to say that I have no idea what happened but unlike the Wisconsin I am not going to rush to judgement. Of course it is too late now for the helpless businesses, churches, and innocent citizens as the Wisconsin governor, a Democrat, has already let his genie out of the bottle so to speak and has further fanned to lawless rioting that is occurring. I ask the citizens behind the lines in Democrat controlled states and cities when are you going to wake up and realize that when you continually vote these people in there will be no meaningful change? At least with President Trump he has done something meaningful. No thanks to the RINO’s and entrenched Washington bureaucracy.

The Republican Convention is starting and I wonder if theirs will be any more exciting than the Democratic Convention. Please do not get me wrong as I have never watched a convention in its entirety because I would rather poke my eyes out. However, I do realize that these can be important places for party leadership to meet, candidates to socialize with party leadership and a cohesive plan to campaign can be worked out. What I wonder with all this COVID bull is if this will be possible this year? I wonder what is going to happen to the Republican Party since it appears the Bushites are continuing to their true party. The Progressive Party which if anyone could see they belonged to all along. Will the Neocons continue their defection to the Democratic Party also? Who will stay behind and try to sabotage President Trump’s reelection campaign as I am sure some will do? Will there be enough left behind or will President Trump’s organization continue to have what it takes to keep the White House? I certainly hope so for the sake of free markets and the US Constitution.

Random Musings 8.21.20

Once again it is time for some Twitter (for those with a litigious bent there is a trademark symbol just after the “r” in the previous word) like random musings from the mind of a quiet, unassuming, at least in my own opinion, person observing the ramblings, rumblings and revelations in the media. Additionally, it appears that Twitter would most likely censor what I have to say any way and Facebook certainly would censor what I have to say.

Fifty three years ago the Summer of Love happened in San Francisco in which, apparently, the media fawned over the hippies and their “counterculture” movement. Now, fifty three years later with some of those same hippies and their acolytes fully ensconced in power it appears the counterculture movement has morphed. Now they organize and support the Summer of Hate counterculture movement.

I read a great sign the other day and it said, “Do not question authority, they do not know the answer either.”

I wonder how much money from international donors goes to finance domestic political campaigns.

To the General and Flag officers of the US military. Please do not allow the COVID vaccine to be tested on the members of the military. Remember the junior members of the military are in your charge.

I watched a shingles vaccine commercial the other day and all of the actors were elderly. Then it suddenly dawned upon me that the COVID response is a Baby Boom Generation response. I say this because the Baby Boom generation essentially is the generation in charge of government at the present time. Judging by history this is one of the most selfish generations ever in the United States and now, when faced with their own mortality, what do they do and support? It appears to me that a lot of the fear that is currently being peddled is being directed at the elderly and for good reason considering the elderly are most likely to be killed or experience long term effects from the virus. But shut down the whole nation and its economy? Like everything else the Baby Boomers will leave a wide wake behind them as they depart. Their mantra seems to be if I cannot have fun then you cannot have fun!

What is up with Justice Roberts siding with allowing the State of Nevada to keep churches closed? What happened to the separation of church and state and First Amendment Rights? I say church and state because the secular progressive dogma has infiltrated the state, evidently.

I heard a couple of weeks ago that Mayor DeBlasio of New York City is putting up COVID check points going into the city. It really does not bother be because why would I want to visit that s&*t hole?

I read something else somewhere that the Silicon Valley FANGS are scrubbing data from their websites. In particular, any data supporting conservative principals or counter to the progressive Marxist agenda. George Orwell’s Nineteen Eighty Four’s dystopia is knocking on our door!

I wonder what would happen if I showed up in Portland with a wheelbarrow full of Karl Marx’s Communist Manifesto and started burning them? I wonder if the response would be the same as if I showed up with a wheelbarrow full of Holy Bibles?

In Rememberance (Originally Posted May 2015)

I drove into work it not being unlike any other day as of late.  Wake up, take care of the chickens, eat breakfast with my family, clean up, and get into my truck.  The main difference being that as soon as I sat down at my desk in the office newly provided to me upon my return from a sense of foreboding overcame me.  I had reached for and pushed the button to turn my computer on and I suddenly remembered what I had read less than twenty four hours earlier on this same machine resting on the desk in my own little private enclave.  In the time it took to blink my eyes my chest tightened, my stomach knotted, and a familiar cold hyper awareness of my surroundings took over my body and consciousness.  While the screen displayed its blinking hourglass I asked myself, “Do I really want to look at the news?  Do I want to read about the faraway place that I had left a mere five months earlier?  Wouldn’t it just be easier and potentially less painful to just ignore the news and go about my business as if nothing happened halfway around the world?”

Yesterday, like any other day, in the morning I had answered phone calls, made phone calls, answered email, wrote emails, and did the best I could to advance the three projects that I had been working on for my employer.  I would be telling a tale if I were to say it was anything but tedious for me considering they were not unlike many of the other previous projects that I had worked with only names and the desired outcomes being different. 

I had taken to eating my lunch at my desk not only to save money since I brought lunch with me from home but to avoid the crowds, noise, and bustle at the eateries located around my office. This time also afforded me the opportunity to browse the internet keeping up with news and happening around the world. In particular, I always kept an eye out for any news from the place that I had only recently spent nearly eleven months of my life serving my country thus staying up to date.  Only, now when I read of the news from this far away land that I had originally read about nearly thirty five years earlier it was no longer an abstract place for me but a real one of sites, noises, smells, emotions, and memories.

I had seen many headlines from this country, and I had read these stories with detached emotion recalling some of the place names and even some of the places themselves.  Though for obvious reasons to me, many many specifics were left out of these stories and so I could only imagine the full details.  This day, however, came the news that three people were killed in an attack in Afghanistan’s the capitol city of Kabul.  Two of my fellow countrymen and the other from a country allied with my country had lost their lives.  Three killed in an attack perpetuated by a people who were willing to kill themselves in a manner calculated to instill terror. 

In my office I was asking myself, “where did this attack take place and will I get enough information to satisfy the pressing curiosity rapidly blossoming inside of me?”.  Now in a sort of coordinated rapid fire movement between my eyes, fingers, and mind I was clicking open, reading, and digesting all the accounts that had been posted from the far away land’s capitol.  Yet again two of my countrymen, one military and one civilian, and one soldier from an allied country were attacked near my country’s embassy on the road to the airport.  Not only that but the attack was near a base used by my country.  I saw photos from a distance of smoke from the attack and immediately recognized the building to the left of the smoke. 

Safely in my office in the United States my breathing slowed, my focus narrowed, and I was no longer in the office but rather I felt the rhythmic pulse a helicopter I was riding in.  A memory came back and the narrow valley I was flying in was giving way to the vast bowl ringed by mountains inhabited by the far away country’s capitol city.  Directly ahead of me flew the other helicopter in our party and the sprawl of the capitol stretched out ahead and to both sides.  A capitol city that essentially is an ancient and modern intersection with roads leading from it going to the north, south, east, and west.  In my peripheral vision the machine guns hung out of the helicopter I rode in and like quills they stuck out of the flying vessel in front of me. I could look to the north and see where we were going and the map of the city in my mind overlaid with the reality below.  Back in my office in the United States my mind grasped the enormity of the city and yet I could pinpoint the exact location of the attack on the map I had mentally recalled in my mind as I had not to recently driven through that section of the capitol so many times.

 Once again, I was aware of my breathing and this time on the ground in Kabul at the exact location of the mark on the map that I had mere seconds earlier recalled.  I could see the intersection whose current incarnation consisted of a large roundabout with a hub in the middle and roads leading out of the hub like spokes on a wheel.  An intersection that invading armies from the north, east, and west had crossed countless times in their reach to conquests beyond this land.  An intersection that numerous merchants had crossed plying their wares and spices going back centuries if not millennia. An intersection that had been fought only recently for control of by warring tribes from within the country itself.  An intersection that continued to be an intersection of death.

A sculpture rises out of the hub in the center of the roundabout honoring a recent native general and the armored sports utility vehicle I am riding in has broken down.  In the corner of my eye I can see the building in the picture immediately to my left.  We are piling out of the vehicle and moving to the vehicle in front while a tow strap is connected from the lead vehicle to the broken down vehicle that I had been in.  In a matter of seconds, the ladies in burqas scurry past and I notice many eyes turning in our direction. Some of the eyes clothed in the countries traditional garb and some clothed in the countries national police uniform.  Some of them armed and some of them not armed. I am instantly aware of the location of my weapon and the exact location of the members of my traveling party as I get into the lead vehicle which is now physically tethered to the broken down vehicle. We pull away and all eyes in and next to the intersection are fixated upon us.  That and I see more of the local police starting to file out of their check post to the right of the intersection in front of my country’s embassy.

Just as suddenly as I became aware of the helicopters and remembered the vehicle breakdown, I heard the occupant of the office across the hall from me in a lively conversation on his telephone.  Back to my computer screen I asked, “Do I know any of the people killed in the attack?”  The facts read on my computer screen tell me that one of the dead was a civilian from my country and the two military killed were one from my country and the other from the allied country.  I thought to myself, “They could easily have been working from the same location that I had been working so few months before”.  I again ask myself, “Are there any names? “Then I have to remind myself, “No, it is still too soon after the attack for the names to be released.” At this point I could do nothing but say a silent prayer for the souls of those who had left us.

Back to this morning, my computer finishes booting and despite my work calling me the call of news from the faraway place is stronger.  In a matter of several clicks I opened the news and see the headlines that the identities of the service members have been released.  I hesitated for a moment, yet again, knowing that I would open the article.  It was as if bracing myself emotionally unlike any other time I had read about events from that place.  A double click later and I read the names and sticking out amongst the three was the name of a man who I had five months earlier bid a “good luck” to on my way out.  A man who I had smoked a cigar with and who had slept in the same building I had.  A man who I would see in passing at work and who was nearly the same height as me.  A man who left behind a wife of eighteen years and three children.  A wife who was now a widow and three children who would never see their dad again.

On this Memorial Day I say thank you to all who have given their lives and may all your soul’s rest in peace.

Random Musings 8.2.20

Once again it is time for some Twitter (for those with a litigious bent there is a trademark symbol just after the “r” in the previous word) like random musings from the mind of a quiet, unassuming, at least in my own opinion, person observing the ramblings, rumblings and revelations in the media. Additionally, it appears that Twitter would most likely censor what I have to say any way and Facebook certainly would censor what I have to say.

If you read a post I made several weeks ago I mentioned that I wrote my state representative and state senator regarding my misgivings and a request that the legislative branch of my state government restrict what I believe to be a gross overreach of executive power with the COVID crisis. I mentioned that I would give them some time to get back understanding that they have no staff to my knowledge. Both these gentlemen are Republicans and as of today I have heard nothing back from them and it has now been more than a month.

Now, in the last week my states chapter of the Conservative Political Action Committee (CPAC) canceled its annual fund raiser due to restrictions placed on it by my state’s governor. Of course, the chapter asked for ticket holders to consider donating our tickets which I did. However, I did send a note to the organization again expressing my discomfort with the overreach of the state’s executive asking if they or if the organization new of anyone who was challenging this overreach? I just sent this yesterday and to no surprise I have heard nothing. I will give them a couple of weeks as well to respond. However, maybe I will need to give them a couple of months if they are anything like the state legislators who represent the district in which I reside.

Violence continues to rage in many of the nation’s largest cities. I just watched Netflix’s Fear City which chronicled New York City during the 70’s and 80’s in which the Cosa Nostra reigned supreme and the FBI and Justice Department’s subsequent application of the RICO Statutes to significantly reign in The Mob’s power and influence. I could not help listening to and observing the scenes of violence, fear and influence of the mob in all facets of New York life and not draw a parallel to what is happening today in New York and many of the nation’s other large cities. The parallels being the cities having democratically run administrations, the police being hamstrung by the city administrations, and violence a daily if not hourly occurrence to name a few. On top of that small few shadowy individuals seem to organize and pull the strings of much of the cities industries, government, and institutions. The FBI was able to use the RICO Statutes to bring this thugs and criminals down. A difference this time is I wonder how high the RICO Statutes could be exercised in the current nationwide crises? I wonder if the lawlessness and violence could be organized at high levels in the government and corporate leadership? Could this be applied even into the billionaire’s club in tech and hedge fund management?

Speaking of hedge fund managers and tech billionaires. I shake my head that the individuals who made billions in the free markets of the west actively support the progressives in the United States. Like the Robber Barons of the late nineteenth century they seem to want to use the government to change the rules. They seem to want a somewhat if not outright fascistic government that they control to change the rules in order to squash and suppress any competition that could rise up against them. My opinion is these leaders are really nothing more than petty dictators who believe in arbitrarily changing the rules of governance in order to support their dominance in their industries of dominance. I believe they are selfish, self-serving despots intent on doing whatever it takes to quash and keep us serfs in line.

I would hope that Senator Lee and others in Congress would take a good hard look at the FANGS. I ask why they are getting special considerations when the FANGS really are abusing the privilege. They really are not supportive of nor willing to compete in the free and open marketplaces of products and ideas. Equal application of the law please. Interesting that Shepard Smith is now working for CNBC overtly. I laugh because I remember his outright indignation and surprise when President Trump won the 2016 election. At least now he is where he should be which is in a place full of progressive propagandists. I wonder how long it will take before Chris Wallace joins him?

All Lives Matter!!!

All lives matter!!! There I said it and you can call me racist if you want but deep down you know and I know that just because I said that I am not a racist. No, quite the contrary, by my saying that I am proving that I am not a racist. You who would call be a racist are, quite the contrary, a racist. I say you are a racist because you call attention to race before calling attention to anything else. You do not prioritize looking at the value I provide to society, you do not look to see if I am fundamentally a good person or a complete sociopathic drain on society, you do not look at whether I am a family man or an egotistical self-absorbed megalomaniac, nor you do not look at any other objective classifications of my contribution to society as a whole. No! Your first valuation of me is based on my race and that makes you a racist!

I have to admit that this so called Black Lives Matter movement put me back on my heels, and I would submit much of the country, much as a person who suffers a sucker punch is put back on their heels and really is shocked, bewildered, and suddenly finds themselves trying to understand what just happened. Fine, this is a natural reaction but what happens after the initial sucker punch is what really matters is what the two people do after the initial sucker punch. Will the initiator of the punch continue to pummel the receiver of the sucker punch? Will the receiver of the sucker punch be able to step back, recover, counter the perpetrator, and finally make the decision to either engage and defeat the sucker puncher or retreat?

Two days ago I read an article in which my favorite baseball team, the Boston Red Sox, allowed Black Lives Matter to displayed in their iconic and historic scoreboard and additionally placed a full size billboard outside their stadium, the iconic Fenway Park, with Black Lives Matter prominently displayed. First off, the Henry’s have every right in the world to display whatever they want in their stadium as owners of the franchise. However, in my anger I was ready to completely disavow the Red Sox, Major League Baseball along with the NFL and the NBA because of their overt acquiescence and cowardice in the face of the bullying tactics of the Marxist organization known as Black Lives Matter. But, for now, I am going to give the owners and management of these leagues the benefit of the doubt because they, after all, are in business and the cultural narrative in our country has been hijacked and is being dominated by the Marxist interests. I am going to forgive the owners and managements ignorance of the fact that the Marxist’s will in the long run destroy the businesses that the owners are trying to preserve. I will forgive the fact and give them the benefit of the doubt that they are too busy running their business enterprises to realize the fundamental threat to their business models this existential Marxist threat poses to them. But I am here to say right now that they had better wake up and realize what this threat truly means to them and they better do it soon!

I will not apologize nor will I allow, to the best of my ability, the Marxists in waiting to twist words around to brand me a racist for saying all lives matter. I cannot believe that we in the United States are allowing this! How can one say that all lives is racist and do not matter!?! Saying only Black Lives Matter is wrong wrong wrong! Yes, black lives matter but they do not matter any more nor any less than yellow, brown, or white lives. I will say, again, that I would welcome many of the people that I served with in the military to live next door to me regardless of their race. In fact, I would prefer many of the nonwhite people I served with to be my neighbor as compared with white people that I served with. Conversely, there are probably an equal number of folks from all races that I would not want to be my neighbor.

It is time to quit ceding ground in the war “the narrative”. I am tired of the language being twisted and turned to make people not sure if what they are saying is right or wrong. If we allow our language to be twisted and manipulated, then we will lose. Once again, I say all lives matter and if you say only black lives matter than you are a racist! BLM will continue to mean the Bureau of Land Management to me.

As for MLB I was heartened to see that Commissioner Manfred in his open letter at the start of the season makes no mention of Black Lives Matter, however, I am disheartened to see players taking a knee for the national anthem and Black Lives Matter patches being made available to the players many of them who are millionaires who would lose it all if the Marxist Black Lives Matter or those of similar ilk were successful in deconstructing our nations systems as they have vowed to do. In the same vein I was encouraged and fully support MLB’s partnerships with the Jackie Robinson Foundation and Negro Leagues Baseball Museum, the NAACP Legal Defense and Education Fund and the MLB Diverse Business Partners Recovery Project.

So, on balance, I would say the scales tip in MLB’s favor and it is keeping me for demanding a refund on my subscription to MLB TV which I had vowed to do the night I read about the Red Sox use of Black Lives Matter and, in my mind, take a knee to the Marxists. However, I will question my motives for the entire season. I will question if I am so desperate to watch something on television besides the news that I am caving into and supporting the Black Lives Movement by watching baseball and the Red Sox this shortened season? I will particularly be on guard and monitoring how the whole MLB Organization handles themselves. MLB and any other organization that has recently supported Black Lives Matter, is on probation so to speak in my mind. I will attribute their initial support to ignorance and quite honestly greed. I will not blame them for the abject failure of our so called conservative intellectuals and leaders and in their ceding the cultural wars to the left wing socialist Marxist progressive communist fascist scum in our country.

I will also be doing some soul searching for instances in which I have ceded my personal intellectual and economic high ground to the leftists. For instance, I know I have ceded this ground by my silence. There are many times when I could have said something in many conversations but did not want to deal with the ramifications of standing for what I believe. In other words, I did not want to deal with the ensuing yelling, screaming, pontificating, and bullying behavior that was sure to follow from these radical leftists. However, I must remember that silence is often construed as agreement and I so often forget this fact. From this day forward I will never again acknowledge Black Lives Matter as anything but a Marxist movement based upon overt racism.

The Vietnam Veteran: The Forgotten Generation of American Patriots (Originally Posted on Veteran’s Day 2018)

When I was young, I started out in the work force and considering I was born when the Vietnam War was in its heyday, I could not help but find myself working along many Vietnam War veterans. In the eighties at a time that the end of the Vietnam War was slightly over a decade in the past. I can remember a gentleman who hid a beer can inside a hallowed out seven up can and could not get through the day without a couple of beers. I learned later that he had gone out on a patrol and was the only survivor of his squad. Another gentleman picked up a stick and within two days carved out a k bar knife in excruciating detail. He had been a US Navy SEALS and did not talk too much about what he did, but he did share a couple of telling items. The first was a story was about being dropped off in Seattle after his enlistment. In the story he was in a bar and someone called him a baby killer. He said within seconds he had the person on the ground and was about to tear the guys throat out when someone pulled him off. In retrospect how grateful he did not kill that man. The other about how one of his teammates had gone completely off the grid somewhere in the Northern California woods and would only talk with his Vietnam team mates. Yet another gentleman that I worked with woke up at 4:00 every morning to take care of farm animals before coming into work for a long day of sometimes manual labor. His eyes would at times go far away and mist up. He had been in the US Army Special Forces and he did not talk about what he had done or saw.

Moving forward slightly over a half a decade later I worked with a gentleman who had served in Cambodia and Laos in the US Marine Corp. He too almost killed someone when he returned home because he had been spat on. This, of course, was in California. He credited the Marine Corp with getting him some psychological help that calmed him down. He made the comment that if he had not been on active duty at the time and had not received the treatment, he probably would have killed someone and ended up in prison.  Later in life, when I was preparing to go to Afghanistan, a gentleman that I had met as a professional insisted that he meet with me before my deployment. A person who I had known for more than ten years and had worked on several projects with confided in me that he had served as a young enlisted man in the US Marine Corp doing a tour in Vietnam. During the conversation he asked me to keep confidential that fact because the people in the industry that we were professionals in would have, in his opinion, not favored his service favorably. He too mentioned the shame that our country showed toward these returning veterans upon their return from Vietnam.

I have spoken with many Vietnam Veterans and they all seem to have had some variation of the same story.  This was the shame that was heaped upon them when they returned home. Fortunately for me many lessons were learned and upon my return from war it has been so much easier to talk about PTSD and the lingering effects of being in a war zone and etc. I thank heaven this is the case because it is not easy and it is real, speaking from personal experience, and I now have a small glimpse about what they went through upon their return and what they probably still experience. I say this because being a uniformed member of the armed services in a war zone has changed me in ways that I would have never expected.

Yesterday I went to my first Veteran’s Day parade and I must admit I was nervous about attending. For many reasons I was fearful about what my emotional response would be. I experienced a spectrum of emotions including, as previously mentioned, fear, stoic tension, anger, laughter, and relief. I will not go into details, but I am glad that I went. Next year I may even try to cajole my family along since after all they are a veteran family.

What struck me is the overwhelming majority of Vietnam Veterans in the parade. I am pumped up that some many of them are stepping up to keep the tradition alive considering what they went through upon their return and in the years afterwards. What I believe is somewhat of a lost generation of men in this country is and has found its way back into society. It saddens me that essentially some of the best years of their lives were wasted thanks to Hollywood figures such as Jane Fonda and the leftist antiwar movement demonizing the everyday soldier. However, thanks to their sacrifice I and others of my generation did not experience that. I was heartened to see one banner that essentially said though the Vietnam Veterans are the lost generation we will never leave behind another generations. They truly are living up to that and I thank them for that. Happy Veterans Day to all the veterans and their families and thanks to all for their service.

BlacKkKlansman

I watched the movie BlacKkKlansman the other night and felt disturbed after watching it. One might think I was disturbed because of the subject matter which in and of itself is disturbing. Particularly the white supremacist violence and dirty cop portions of the movie. However, the fact that the first black police officer, Ron Stallworth, on the Colorado Springs, Colorado police department was able to infiltrate the local and national Ku Klux Klan was amusing to me. I thought it was great and showed great initiative from the police officer in the 1970’s. What disturbs me is the language used in the movie. It seems to me that the language used in the movie was not period language and was, in fact, eerily similar to language used by the left against President Trump and others who love the United States.  Even to the point of including a picture of President Trump at the end of the movie in a disparaging way. In fact it even led me to do a double take to see when the movie was made (2018).

The only thing I have to say to Spike Lee, the film’s director, is way to inject your own current political opinions into a great story that easily could have stood on its own merits. I ask if you are now on the payroll of the Black Lives Matter Marxist movement and if I should support any more of your movies? This is disappointing to me because I consider you to be one of the greater directors of my generation dating back to when I watched Jackie Brown and She’s Gotta Have It in the theaters. Mr. Lee if you are going to make a contemporary political commentary in a historical piece you have strayed into the realm of propaganda to which I find it hard to forgive. Mr. Lee there actually is a whole other world that exists between the Hudson and Hollywood.

Random Musings 7.14.20

Once again it is time for some Twitter (for those with a litigious bent there is a trademark symbol just after the “r” in the previous word) like random musings from the mind of a quiet, unassuming, at least in my own opinion, person observing the ramblings, rumblings and revelations in the media. Additionally, it appears that Twitter would most likely censor what I have to say any way and Facebook certainly would censor what I have to say.

I have thought some more about a tack that Republicans could take everywhere in this coming election. I stated this train of thought thinking about my state’s legislative races that will be occurring in the fall. To me there is plenty of reason that there currently is no legislative check upon our Democratic governor who continually opens and shuts businesses down based on what is increasing faulty data regarding the coronavirus, increased taxes, more onerous gun regulations and etc. But that seems too complicated and perhaps the simplest question to ask or advertise from now until the elections is something to the effect of, “A vote for any Democrat this election is a vote to allow our (insert one or more of the following) city, country, state, country to become like San Francisco, Seattle, New York, or Chicago.” It is simple and can be backed up with facts and video. President Trump has already started this campaign, but I question if my local Republican politicians will have the brass to do the same. Again, it is simple, A vote for any Democrat is a vote for San Francisco, Chicago, New York, Philadelphia, Baltimore, Atlanta, and etc. My goodness there is so much fodder for the Republicans it just amazes me that they are not using it. Where are the leaders?!?!?

I will say that I recently read an op-ed written by former Nevada Attorney General Adam Laxalt to a local newspaper in Nevada. It, to me, was a well written and very public opinion supporting the Constitution and American Values. I say to Mr. Laxalt thank you for using your clout to express a truly conservative opinion. Now, I ask, where is the rest of the Republican leadership?

Speaking of which I wrote a letter to the two members of my state’s legislature over a week ago who are both Republican. I have to say I am a bit disappointed as I have heard back from neither one of them. When I wrote my Governor, who happens to be Democrat, I heard back within two days. Perhaps the Governor has a larger staff which is for at least another week I will give the legislators the benefit of the doubt.

Speaking of my state governor. This person is rolling back the coronavirus restrictions because of the upsurge in cases. However, I still fail to see the data to support it. Sure, the number of cases is increasing but the percentage of hospitalizations to number of new cases is falling. I truly believe this is political maneuvering now. Shut the bars down so people will not talk, shut the schools down so mothers will not talk, shut large venues down so the President and others cannot hold rallies and the list goes on. Oh well, I think I am going to brush up on my self defense skills. Something tells me these maybe coming in handy in the near future.

Random Musings 7.8.20

Once again it is time for some Twitter (for those with a litigious bent there is a trademark symbol just after the “r” in the previous word) like random musings from the mind of a quiet, unassuming, at least in my own opinion, person observing the ramblings, rumblings and revelations in the media. Additionally, it appears that Twitter would most likely censor what I have to say any way and Facebook certainly would censor what I have to say.

Dr. Scott Gotlieb lecturing us about how schools should not be opened? I am sure he is one of those who believe the economy should not open until an immunization has been developed and approved. I find it interesting that he sits on the board of Pfizer. I wonder if he was an intern under Dr. Fauci at some time?

Portland based Nike is a tool of the Chinese Communist Party! I also wonder if there is any coincidence how left the government of Portland has drifted and continues to drift. A city that highways can be shut down in the name of a Marxist movement and the fact Nike is based there. Evidently, the only commerce that Nike cares about is their own and does not give a rip about truckers, mom and pop businesses, nor the small businesses affected by the Marxist riots.

Does anyone else find it troubling that there are reports of institutionalized anti-Semitism in the Black Lives Marxist Movement? Although, why should anyone be surprised considering that the Bolshevik Revolution and other Marxist movements do not tolerate anything but 100% submission to their so called mores and values.

I was happy to see that Secretary Pompeo is calling out Tik Tok for the Chinese Virus (the Chinese Virus part of the that statement is my own name not the Secretary’s) that it truly is. I truly support and home that President Trump shuts Tik Tok and any other CCP Controlled app out there down.

I wish I could remember where I heard this idea from because they deserve credit for a great idea. Specifically, they suggested that for any politician who calls for a reduction in the police that at the same time we demand their security detail be reduced. I am going to try and remember this as I listed to my local politicians.