Sunday, November 4, 2012 by Mugtoe - 2014-06-16 04:52:22
My hand is bothering me. It woke me up several times last night, and I probably aggravated it shoveling manure and mulch on the broccoli today. I’m icing it off and on tonight before I go to bed, and I figure it will improve in a day or so if I keep it idle as much as possible.

There is so much I’d like to do at the farm. It is easy to continually add new ideas and projects and daydreams to a list of things without ever completing any of them. I think of George and the big tent moving slowly each year, a few pegs on either side pulling up and advancing a few inches, such that I look back after a certain period and notice I’ve made some progress. Still, I suppose I like to daydream and make lists and imagine what I would like, whether or not I ever complete any of it.

I think the actual discipline resides in the ability to wait until I’m absolutely ready to start and complete a project – or even a certain portion of a project – before I purchase and gather together everything I need for that task. Therein lies the solution to the ever-increasing amount of materiel I have on hand for things I am not ready to do, or things I thought I was ready to do until something else came up to distract me. This is a learning process for me.

Some things have to wait on unforeseeable circumstance. My injury to my hand prohibits me from doing much on the keyhole garden right now. I suppose I could tough it out and lay another course or two of stone and finish it, but I would once again be a day or two in which I couldn’t make a fist or button my pants, and that is something I dread.

I almost bought a scythe this weekend, even though there really won’t be anything to mow with it until spring at this point. That is something I can hold off on for at least a little while longer. I’d like to purchase one from the guys over in the Design District, even though I can get it a good deal more cheaply online. I ‘d like to trade with them in some way, and that was something they carry and know something about. I had a nice talk with Bill the other day at lunch when I went to check out their store. It’s an odd location for a feed store, but I like it, and I liked him.

I need to study on getting an ag exemption for the farm to save some money on property taxes next year. Dad gets a bill in the thousands every year, because all but the one acre around the house itself is, I think, considered simply unimproved property and gets no exemption. He should only be paying a couple hundred dollars on all that, but he’s paying more than four grand, or something in that ballpark. That’s ridiculous, and it all goes to fund Weatherford’s ambitions to compete in AAAAA athletics statewide. I can’t stomach that, and I don’t like financing it. There has to be something we can sell in the next year that will qualify us for that, even if it is just hay and pecans. That would likely be enough, really. I told Mike Sowers I didn’t want him baling hay next year, because I caught him spraying 2-4,D on the front pasture, and I don’t like him fertilizing it either. The guys at Trinity Haymarket would purchase clove r hay or perhaps buckwheat from me, and I might only have to seed the stuff and little else. I need to study on that as well to determine the efficacy of it and my ability to carry such a process through to completion. Bill said he would even supply the seed if I were willing to do it.

I still have not placed a second tree order, and the first one will arrive in the next couple of weeks. I also need to lay cardboard and mulch out in the places where the first trees ordered will be planted, and I haven’t done that yet either. I need to order plums, persimmons, pears and some others, and soon. There is a place in east Texas that has everything I need, but they won’t send it until I get an order entered. I’m overloaded with bills this week, and I need to sit down with dad and see what he’d like to order as well.

I’ve not written anything in months. I’ve intended to re-write the ending to the piece I sent to Leslie last spring, but I’ve never gotten around to it for one reason or another. I don’t know if it’s even ever going to be published, but I would like to fix the ending for my own sake if nothing else, anyway. It felt sloppy and muddled and rushed, though it may have read just fine to other eyes.

I have crowded things into my life that detract from the goals I have created and desired. Some of that springs from habit, some of it from loneliness. And yet, almost all the things I do and enjoy are by definition solitary pursuits. More accurately, it is supremely difficult to find anyone interested in joining me in those pursuits who isn’t just going along to be with me, rather than for the sake of doing the things themselves. That’s understandable, since all I generally offer is the time itself and the labor and my company. I’m not handing out shares or recognizing much of the sweat equity I would require from others who join me at the farm. All I can provide is the joy of the labor itself, and that is something I have loved for its own sake for years. But it has taken some years for me to develop that joy for myself, and I perhaps expect too much. I don’t actually expect anything. I don’t know what I should expect.

I like reading, gardening, planting trees, spending time with my dog, walking, writing, and, regretfully, passing time on the internet that could be far more profitably invested in any of those other interests with greater reward. I have impulsively pulled people into my life out of loneliness or boredom or habit, and I have distanced myself the moment they made demands on my time or attention. Those are two commodities I simply have no surplus to share. I don’t regret that, but I regret the harm I’ve done to people who followed their own natural impulses in those circumstances; I’m sorry for the hurt I’ve caused in that regard.

The house is falling apart and needs repair and paint and some loving care. The roof on the old chicken house is caved in on one end and must be replaced. The fireplace needs some brickwork on the inside. The bathroom in the back of the house needs some work. And the entire place needs a good cleaning, inside the house and all around the property. At the moment, those things seem more important than planting broccoli and bok choi. I regret the time I’ve wasted gardening in moments like these, but I would feel a tangible void if there were nothing at all planted and growing in the garden at a given time. It doesn’t have to be much.

One of the greatest pleasures I had this past year was being able to walk out to the garden and pick greens throughout the winter, simply by pulling back the row cover I had put in place and filling a sack or two with kale or chard or spinach or bok choi. I spent many afternoons simply dining al fresco in the garden before returning to the house to make kimchi and heading back to Dallas with two ice chests full of greens and beets. At times like those the state of the house and outbuildings and the property didn’t matter so much to me.

I need to stop for a moment and recognize that I do a great deal these days that in past times would have overwhelmed me altogether, and I do it without hesitation or anxiety. I truly do have a lot of irons in my fire, and I simply work my way through them as they come up for attention. The rest is just the daydreams that accessorize what is at hand.

I have an image of my life that pleases my mind. I don’t know if the actuality of it would please me quite as much, but the image holds my attention nonetheless. I know how I want things to look, how I want my life to look and my schedule to look and on and on. I don’t think achieving any of that will actually make me happy, though I would take joy in the accomplishment. I realize full well that I would still have the crowded images in my head of further developments I envision for myself. That is where my joy lives, really. But I do need to make some progress, at least. I need to see some incremental advancement of those goals, even little things like cleaning up some of the junk around the place, even tidying it up a bit, in order to keep investing myself in it. Today that amounted to manuring and mulching the broccoli – a baby step, certainly.

Tomorrow I start my SOP for probation, and I likely won’t even make it to the farm at all, unless dad needs something, in which case I’ll head out there after dark and just spend the night. But that probably won’t happen. He’s doing fine right now, even though he frequently has to use his walker now.

My father is an old man now. I hug him and say, “Poor old man,” and we both chuckle. But it’s true. We both feel it. This is the culmination of a lifetime together. He is my best friend, and everything else is secondary to what it takes to keeping him comfortable and secure at home. I’m humbled by that, but not intimidated. I love him very much. I miss him when I pull out of the farm, but I have other things to do at the moment that require my attention as well. I want him to be happy. I want him to adapt to the changes in his life, but I understand the frustrations, the fears and the sense of loss. I feel all of it too. He is the last of the great, old men in my life. That change has changed me somewhat as well. I can’t quantify that difference, however.

I want the farm to bloom for dad while he’s still here. I want to surround him with animals and trees and truly beautiful things. I want to be competent to do that; I have the capacity for it, certainly. I want a comfortable competence that puts what I already know into practice without hestitation.

I have many sins in my past, and in my present. I have been very rough on people who were close to me. I have objectified people, discounted their feelings and kept them at arm’s length. I regret that. Even so, I think I like who I am today more than I ever have in my life. I am more comfortable with the fact that I am absolutely following the pull of my gut, haltingly, fallibly, messily, but daily with more consistency and a sense of purpose that fills up some of that hole in my gut and quiets some of that noise between my ears that has dogged me all of my life. I hold myself accountable for the way I have impacted the lives of others, but I forgive myself for not achieving more toward my dreams. Because my dreams themselves are the source of my joy, more than the achievements they illuminate.
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High School Reunions by Large Filipino - 2014-06-16 04:52:18
I got a letter the other day.
30 year High School Reunion.
I'm class of 1984.
I'm not going because my HS is in New York and I live in Colorado.
Makes no sense to me though.
I mean what's the entire reason for going when most of the friends you made that had any
worth at all you are already friends with on Facebook?
The whole "Holy Shit is that you" thing is gone.
Because you've been looking at your friends albums.
So what's the draw here?
Perhaps you have made yourself awesome and successful and you want to show the people
with no worth that they really have no worth even more?
Or maybe that chick you masturbated every night about that sat in front of you in science class
is suddenly a divorced mother of two grown boys and here's your chance to finally bang her?
That's it.
A bunch of horny assed people looking for a fuck from people they kinda had a crush on in high school.
I was too stoned for that shit anyway.
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Getting with the times by Large Filipino - 2014-06-16 04:52:13
(Reposted from my Facebook because Facebook stuff goes away after a few days but here it stays forever!)

My deep thought of the day.
The other day I was buying groceries and the elderly gentleman in front of me was paying with a check. Now I'm not going to tell you about how much time he took and rant about that. I really don't mind waiting on elderly people in front of me. They lived a full life and somewhere along the line he deserves the respect everyone needs to give him. So if he wants to wait for the total before he pulls his check out of his pocket then take 10 minutes writing down the amount and he needs top ask 4 times how much it was again,he's entitled to do so.
But what I want to talk about is how sometimes,habits never leave us.
That man could have easily swiped a debit card while the cashier was totaling up the tab. Then if he would have clicked Credit ,then all he has to do is sign that electronic touch pad and he's getting the receipt and is done all in the span of 10 seconds.
And because many people like me does this,some would automatically judge this man for not getting with the times.
I honestly don't remember the last time I wrote out a check. I still have books of checks in a box collecting dust in my desk that I ordered nearly 10 years ago from a checking account I still have.
So I was getting gas and paying with my debit card when it hits me.
I'm a victim of habits myself.
Every time the pump asks if I want a receipt I click yes.
I finish pumping and my receipt pops out.
I rarely read it.
Then I stick it in my car where I stick all my receipts then when I clean my car all those receipts go in the trash.
So why do I do this?
I didn't really know for a while until it hits me.
I always push Yes because before we could pay at the pump which really isn't that many years ago,we payed in cash to the attendant that pumped your gas for you.
But now that we are pumping our own gas,we want proof that we actually paid for our gas in the event that the store owner might stop you and say you are stealing their gas. So that receipt is proof that you are not a thief.
As ridiculous as this sounds,I know I'm not the only one here.
And as much as I know I can press NO and save them some paper,I'll still press YES because I still think people are watching me.
Back to the elderly gentleman.
One day it will only be the elderly crowd that will push YES for a receipt at the pump.
And some middle aged kid will blog about how ridiculous it is for old people to waste money on paper while getting gas or getting a bill in the form of a letter instead of going paperless. Or holding a list that someone wrote down for grocery store shopping instead of just texting the list to your phone via messaging.
Or how they still use the post office to send a letter instead of just e mailing them.
This is why I'll keep up with technology.
But there's going to come a time where I will draw the line on certain things.
I found some more gray hairs on my scalp this morning.
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Dad's Old Guitar. by Tefl - 2011-12-04 19:40:56
For years I've tried to learn guitar on and off. I never could get past the beginner stage, basic cords and such. Most complicated thing I ever accomplished was teaching myself the acoustic intro to Love Song off Tesla's Five Man Acoustic Jam record. I just don't have the fingers for it nor the rhythm. I can hear the song in my head, see the notes dancing through my mind, but my fingers just don't translate it. They are mute.

From time to time I pick up my father's Gibson, the '54 ES175D that I now own, and strum it for a bit. I can see it's imperfections and I know the history of them all. Dad told me of each and every one and how they happened. The instrument was a roadmap of his life. I can see the small chip in the lacquer on the headstock and I know it happened in a barfight one night in the mid to late sixties. The deep grooves in the rosewood fretboard where he frequented his favorite chords. I know that A minor rings more true on it than does a regular A. It makes a slight buzz because the frets are grooved and worn. (Since he showed me that it now bothers me as much as it did him and I catch myself going to A minor when running cords, even on other guitars I've picked up.) I can see where his thumb rubbed through the finish down into the wood across the top of the neck from what he used to call "Smearing" the top string. I see all of this and remember him.

It doesn't sing anymore in my hands and it bothers me. The shame makes me put it away. He told me as a child that if I was ever to truly own the guitar I had to be able to play it. I reckon I don't really own it then. I feel like I'm just the caretaker until it finds it's future rightful owner.

It's sits in a closet closed up in it's original case out of sight, out of mind. When I see it, I see him with it in his arms after work. Cold beer on the table in front of him, unfiltered Camel in the ashtray trailing smoke into the air in a timeless blue whisper, his Shell station work shirt covered in grease, grime, and sweat. Playing the Beatles, rockabilly, Stones, Old-School country, and when times where hard (which was entirely too often), the blues. Or him sitting at the foot of my bed as I was going to sleep playing and singing "White Rabbit." It's a timeless image of my father burned into my memory with a torch. And it hurts too much to remember, so I hide the old girl away. I hide it because I'm not worthy to have her. I haven't earned the right. Maybe someday, but not now. Probably not ever.

I hope my nephew someday will be able to play it when he grows up. He never met his grandfather so it most likely won't mean shit to him. It'll just be some damned old antique worth a new car or somesuch to him and nothing more. I have a feeling I will most likely donate it to a music museum in Nashville or Memphis when I'm an old man. Sometimes I wonder if it will ever sing again.
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My Political Commentary 2011 by Large Filipino - 2011-12-04 19:40:33
So a bunch of us wants all the Illegal Aliens to just go away because they are taking our jobs and our welfare and all kinds of crap. Some of us blame them all for the destruction of our nation.
But they offer us cheap labor. Some businesses out there will go under if they don't hire illegals. Isn't this the American way?
Why do most of our American companies farm out to other countries? Why is Schwinn now made in China?
Because it's cheaper to make.
So let's break this down a little.
Why is it cheaper to hire an illegal?
Lower pay.
No benefits given to them at all.
No sick time. No health insurance.
"Here's your money we may have more work for you tomorrow."
So what if we make it so companies don't have to offer us any benefits at all?
Would that make hiring Americans a little more competitive?
Would corporations like Schwinn and about a million other companies start building their stuff back on American soil if they don't have to pay us any benefits? Just our hourly rate minus taxes?
Well sure. Hey. You may save on shipping costs and taffifs on imports so hiring Americans may actually cost a company LESS MONEY if they don't need to offer them any benefits.
So how do we do that?
We follow what other countries do.
Countries that we farm our work out to.
We give benefits to every American thru our government so our employers don't have to.
Why is this concept so difficult for the average American to comprehend?
It completely blows my mind. It really does.
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The Homeless man by Large Filipino - 2010-12-30 17:38:39
I was working out at Bally's today with mechanical weights then took a quick shower before taking a few laps on the pool then the hot tub and steam room. While soaking in the hot tub I took to talking with this guy.
He's basically telling me about how he's been divorced for the past 3 years and has 2 kids he pays child support and never misses a payment. I give this dude props because he seems well balanced like he's got his shit together. He tells me he's like a supervisor at a plastic injection factory. I used to work at such a place so I was relating to him. 15 minutes into our chit chat he reveals to me how he's been living in his minivan for the past 2 years. I'm thinking to myself "no way he's full of shit" but I continued to listen to how he lived. He uses his wife's address for any time he's asked where he lives. He goes to Bally's and pays the dues every month. Hot water showers bring your own toiletries and change of clothes in his duffle bag. Sink,bathroom and the pool/hot tub/sauna/steam room on top of stuff to keep your sanity in the weight room. Then he goes to the laundromat to wash his clothes. He pays for a PO box for his mail. Knows every fast food place with a dollar menu and uses their bathromms as well. He parks close to where he works to save gas and beats the traffic every day. Never late for work he tells me.
He'll usually park at the 24 hour Wal Mart. Sometimes at the 24 hour McDonalds. For entertainment he goes to wifi bars for free internet at the McDonalds. Sometimes he'll watch the TV while sipping his Starbucks when he wants to treat himself.
Bally's open at 5 in the morning. He gets his workout then shit shower shave then is energized before going to work. He tells me no one suspects a fucking thing.
I'm still not believing him until I walked out the door with him and he actually shows me his minivan. It was an ex Mail van so no windows or back seats. A cargo van. He had a twin bed in there and a 12 volt light and a heater. He even had a fridge and a hook up for his lap top and had a DVD movie from a Redbox Kiox at McDonalds. He shows me his deep cycle battery stowed behind the passenger seat with a metal battery box. Holes that go thru the floor for ventalation he really has this all figured out. There's a drape behind the front seats so no one can see in. The Deep cycle battery is a second battery that keeps charged with a high output alternator. When the van is running the alternator charges up both batteries. When the van is resting he switches his main battery away from the deep cycle so he can't drain his starter battery.
He did not look homeless at all. In fact he looked rather comfortable in his apperarance.
He pays a good half of his paycheck to his ex wife and kids thru alimony and child support,usually more he tells me. The rest and get this. He can actually keep money in his bank because he's not paying his own rent and utilities. I mean shit. With rent averaging a thousand a month for a studio I tell him you would think everyone is doing this.
He tells me "you don't even know,friend. You don't even know."
There's a new kind of homeless out there.
Maybe it's not so new.
Just more.
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Cleaning the Kitchen/Dining Room by oxsan - 2010-06-06 03:11:41
Next weekend Frank is coming out to rip the badly soiled and soaked dining room and kitchen carpet and I am preparing the way for this to occur all week. I have emptied the hutch of all the glassware and when he gets here he will slide it into the "living room" and I am now in the process of carrying all of the books in the dining area back into the back bedroom and have definitely hit a snag. Because of my feeble old body I am making hundreds of trips from the dining area to the back bedroom with only two or three books at a time and as I stack them in the bedroom I cannot resist a peek or two into a forgotten book or one that I haven't read in a long time. So this phase of emptying the dining area and kitchen is going rather slow. Below are a few excerpt from just a few books that caught my eye and slowed the process:

From a book published in 1953 and on which I have not cast an eye in years and years:

In applying for a parole, T--- B---- an inmate of Jackson prison and a former member of the "Baby Face" Nelson gang wrote to the state parole board as follows..."In Luke 11:10, Christ says, 'everyone that asketh receiveth and he that seeketh findeth, and to him that knocketh it shall be opened'. By virtue of the preceeding, how about a parole?"
The Board replied promptly:
"See Luke 11:17 'Trouble me not; the door is now shut' "

There were several other things in that particular book like:
"Some of us would do well to emulate the woman who realized that her fears were ruining her life, so she made herself a "worry table". In tabulating her worries she learned that:

40% of her list will never happen, anxiety is the result of a tired mind.
30% of the items are about old decisions long made that she can now do nothing about.
12% of the items were lies and untruths that were made about her by people that felt inferior to her.
10% were items of gossip about her health which got worse when people gossiped about her.
8% of the items were real and legitimate complaints that she should correct anyway.

And lastly there was this old man in Ireland--sixty or more--with whom I climbed the famous Croagh Patrick, the titular mountain of Ireland's famous religious figure. As we stood on the summit looking east, west, north, south to take in the truly ineffably beautiful view of the sea, bog, sky and the clouds which all tear at the heartstrings at once the old man murmured as to himself, "Here is the wherewithal to gather memories to support our souls for ever more". And I realized that he was right.

My house is 59 feet long and I am carrying these books for the whole length of house--two or three or a few more at a time and because I read little bits of the books like the above it usually takes me fifteen or twenty minutes to make a trip. But that is OK. I have four days to get the books out of the dining area before Frank gets here.

dad, granpa, ami
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The Rapture by Large Filipino - 2010-06-02 03:11:36
I had an amazing dream last night. I was watching the news that the Rapture is here. GOD is levitating all the Christians up in the sky while the rest look on in awe. What's really odd about all this was that not every church member floated up. Kids would be floating up but not always their mother. They would be screaming for their children and yet the children and the others floating would not look down. They kept looking up and looked fascinated.
And then suddenly,it was all over. All the Christians were GONE. Then the laws started changing because those that were left started growing a pair and did away with the electoral college and changed the term limits you can hold a Congress chair to 4 years . Stem cell research in full swing. People are stepping off of their wheelchairs. Gay Marriage became legalized across the USA and now they can finally claim their spouse as a beneficiary. The entire country also became Pro Choice and yet Abortion actually DECLINED because moms aren't being nagged at and told what to do and are not aborting their babies out of spite but are making sensible choices.
But then there was also some hardships. Jon Steward had no one to pick on anymore. Across the pond in Iraq people have lost all hope of Allah because he never showed up. But some good came out of that though because they were starting to realize how dumb killing yourself really was and the war ended.
With the Rapture here and now gone,Religion is over. People started opening their eyes. They saw similarities among their neighbors. Things were really starting to look rather peaceful. Sarah Palin killed herself because she didn't float away. But her grandson did. No one else in her family. The Tea Party people became The Emo Party People and stopped caring.
Then I saw John Lennon appear from the clouds. Then Michael Jackson. It was amazing.
Then I woke up with my TV stillon. It was the 700 club. Pat Robertson was speaking.
That right there.
Right there I realized.
It was only a dream.
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A New Beginning by SubSonic - 2009-12-23 06:36:33
Well the plan is a simple one; it's to sell up and get the hell out of dodge!
Actually it's not all that simple at all; in fact it's complicated and scary. Just about every year the family heads south for the summer, or in fact any other time we can get away with it, and every time we go we talk about how nice it would be to live there. This usually goes on for a week or 2 after each visit and is then dropped until next time, not this time, oh no! This time I was blindsided and double teamed into submission.

There have always been reasoned arguments not to just go and do it, like look how old we are, who would employ us, how could we afford it, what if we lost everything we have worked so hard to achieve over the last 20+ years? In fact when you think about it all of them are excuses not to take a leap into the unknown and all of them are born out of fear.
The facts of the matter are that we are both in little more than minimum wage jobs, neither of which is that secure, we have little to tie us to the area. Well actually not so true for the wife, all her family other than 1 son are here, but me all I have are here with me now. However there is a third party in this, the daughter. Now she is at college and has some concerns all of her own, although not with the idea of going south... maybe she will put them into her own words here.
So after some debate we said lets go for it, after all when you are at the bottom of the heap little things like a recession are hardly noticeable because there is nowhere else to fall.

So we called an estate agent and talked about selling the house. Now the plan was to just sell and go, somewhat naive at the time. See we intended to just sell head south and use some of the equity to pay for maybe 6 months to a year's rental on a place and then look for jobs.
The problem here is that neither of us have ever sold a house before, or rented privately. It seems that people want things like jobs before you rent and jobs with 3 times the rental of the property combined income per month. What is wrong with people, you would think they would be happy with a nice fat wad of money in their back pocket! Never mind we will not be deterred from our goal. We still intend to head south but it's going to take a little longer than we thought; now we will sell and rent here where we still have jobs and then look for work and move.

Actually I say it's going to take longer than we planned, that's not quite true. There is no time scale for any of this, after all who can say if you will sell your house in this day and age. The thing is its set in motion unlike every other time we have thought about doing it. So we figured Christmas is coming let's market the place from the beginning of 2010 cause no one is going to buy before then now are they?

Well all that took place back in August and we made an appointment for the estate agent to return at the beginning of December to that all the paperwork and the HIP could be sorted in readiness for marketing. See now there is no point trying to tie these things down to specific dates, cause well once all the paperwork is in place not being visible on the market even though the chances of anyone taking any notice of you is wasted time. Except someone is taking notice, and someone is coming all the way from Bucks tomorrow to look at our humble abode, and that's a long way I can tell you!

Now it seems funny as I think about it, but even though we made the choice to go ahead and do this its been kind of unreal and I have been somewhat nonchalant about the whole thing. That is until I got the phone call from the estate agent telling me about our expected visitor and now, well I am just a bundle of nerves, because now it's all too real.
Oh don't worry I am not getting my hopes up that the 1st person through the door is going to buy the place, after all they are never going to want to pay the asking price and I am not going to want to sell for much less either.
It's not even the thought of the house being sold that's got the nerves tingling, it's that irrational fear of, what if...

Anyways, I'll have to get back to you on how it goes with our house hunter...
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Politics and Health Care thru the eyes of a Large Filipino by Large Filipino - 2009-11-17 04:08:15
There are many things in this world we can disagree on that's just life,man. Someone will always do us wrong.
I like Obama. There are things he has done that's rather fucked up Cash for Clunkers don't even make any fucking sense some e mail I got said something like 3 billion we spent and we saved 352 million or something whatever but the bottom line here is that Congress controls our shit and they voted for it. Obama may be the captain but even the captain cannot physically force to steer his crew the right way. The crew would have to trust their leader before they will follow what he says.
I really have nothing against Republicans. It just floors me though how 9 out of 10 times they be voting against our president. But a Republican is just that. The value here is keeping that paycheck as tax free as humanly possible sure I'm in on that. In a perfect world wouldn't we all just love to see our gross pay be our take home pay?
But what about the entire picture? If we in this perfect Republican world ran it where the rich get the breaks they so deserve and hope it trickles down when it gets as bad as it got just before Bush finished his term and we fell into a recession how does this make us look to the rest of the world?
It's just life that justifies having to pay our taxes every pay check. But we all eventually see the fruits of our sacrifice don't we?
I mean I'm sure most of us went to Public School. Most of us have taken out a book in the library. Most of us at one time or another needed the help of a fireman or a policeman. So why all the negativity surrounding a public Health Care Option?
Sure it's gonna take a hit on our taxes. But look at the big picture.
Mister Wealthy has his own health insurance. He's the apithaty of health he works out eats the right foods and does everything right.
We are under the current health care where this 5% doesn't have the means to see the doctor. This 5% cannot see the doc for a H1N1 shot. In fact,that 5% turns into millions and then it mutates to a fucking air born virus that's just as bad if not worst than contracting AIDS.
But what if we had a Public option? Then suddenly just show your ID card to the doc and they'll set you up for an appointment. You get your preventative care. Millions on top of the already insured get the shot.
H1N1 is not given the chance to mutate except to the illegals that couldn't show their ID unless we make vaccinations available to all.
What is that worth to us?
All I'm saying is that there will always be fucking crooks out there crossing the border or popping babies for a fatter welfare check. It's gonna happen unless we fucking shoot them all or make popping babies without the means to take care of them illegal.
But what comes around goes around. The business owner may see higher production because their employees are more healthy. Maybe we can put a clause in this public option that would lower your rate if you can prove you are trying to lose weight and get more fit or something.
But to me it's all about the big picture.
Domino effect.
If bum on the street didn't take the H1N1 shot and sneezed on Mr Executive then Mr Executive walks into his building and spreads it to everyone. All get sick some may even die but production goes down.
I just think of it as an investment to our nations overall health. And I think it's worth doing if only some of the shipmates would trust their captain to steer them in the right direction.
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