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Thursday, January 6, 2011

Not Our Finest Achievement...Losing Spirituality in America

The greatest crisis facing this country doesn't have anything to do with money. It doesn't have anything to do with the national debt, immigration, crumbling infrastructure, wars or any of those other tangible problems that you can think of. You see, those problems are just symptoms of the same underlying illness that I'd like to talk about today.

America is spiritually sick. Our leaders are sick and our people are sick. We are a nation of unconscious, fearful, self indulgent, and apathetic people. We are quick to anger, for ever wanting things, greedy, and anonymous. We worship money and wealth. We covet the robber barons of our day. Some of the zombie unconscious find nothing wrong with greed and indifference. They think it's acceptable behavior. All they care about is themselves and getting more than their share. Almost exclusively. I believe that.

I'd like you to take a minute and read this link.

This is the kind of nation we have become. It has now become acceptable behavior to let people die in America. Money is more important than life. Our leaders say it is so. They have no alternative but to let people die for want of money. Don't ask who it is- we can't possibly tell you that. Bullshit.

I'd love to know that person's name. I'd love to write a story about them. I'd put a photo up next to that story. A photo that showed them dying. I'd love to write about the good things this person did, maybe even some of the bad things- perhaps we could learn something. Find out what their life was like. Perhaps we could talk to their loved ones. Ask them how it was to watch their father, mother, brother, daughter die needlessly and painfully. Maybe it was a homeless person. In a bed, dying somewhere anonymously. Perhaps scared and all alone. Maybe some heartless soul reading this- won't care.

You know what I think? I think Governor Brewer should visit every one who is about to die an unnecessary death due to a lack of funds. Look them in the eye. Talk to them personally Governor Brewer, tell them you can't do anything for them. Tell them that money is more important than their lives. Tell their families too.

In the America I grew up in, we had respect for the sanctity of human life. We believed all human life had value. Valuing human life above all else is just and right. Letting people die and saying well gosh, we just don't have the money- makes me sick to my stomach. When did we accept that fucking rule? We go about our unconscious and self centered lives- making sure we get what we want- enough money, a few cars, a bigger house. We get angry at anyone that dares point out how greedy and self indulgent we have become. We get defensive. We don't care about anonymous people who are dying just so long as we have our own health insurance. Our lives are the only lives that matter. We are insensitive and indifferent. We just don't give a shit about anyone else. That wasn't how it was when I was young. And that's too bad because...

That's the America I live in now. 

The problem in America isn't people who are going to die needlessly. That is just a symptom. The real problem in America is a culture that thinks money is more important than human life and that letting other people die unnecessary and anonymous deaths is acceptable. Well...until it's their turn.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Government Watchdog Unearths Rare Discovery

A government watchdog, hard at work, has figured out that our tax system is a fucking mess. Wow, now there's a newsflash.

It took politicians decades to put that mess of a tax code together so that the elite, wealthy, and corporate community could avoid paying taxes.

There is nothing on the planet that frosts my ass more than this leviathan sized U.S. tax code. It is absolutely criminal. My number one complaint? That piece of shit mortgage interest deduction. That sacred cow of America. It encourages this country to live well beyond our means and enriches government and banks. Property taxes, capital gains, debt. McMansions and sprawl.

Because I lived below my means (how novel) I could never use the deduction anyway. Can you imagine rich folks having to use standard deductions like the rest of us and not be able to write off 100 grand or more in interest? The collective howl from government, banks, and the elite would be deafening. I can almost hear it now...

At any rate- here's the article. Insightful only if you are under the age of 12 or just arrived here in a spaceship.

Surviving Laughlin

So this morning I heard the elevators crank up early in my Laughlin hotel room. Having spent a good portion of my life in casino hotel rooms, I thought this was unusual.

I stumbled into the bathroom and tried to turn the sink on. I immediately noticed that no water came out of the faucet. This is problematic for most folk but for a Montana boy this was just a slight inconvenience.

A quick scan out of the hotel window showed me a flash flood in the parking lot. A broken water main. They are doing construction on Laughlin's main drag. These bozos are some real head bangers. Yesterday, I was mired in traffic for nearly an hour because this crew doesn't know how to direct traffic and they don't even try. They just stick out cones and one of those big arrow light boards. Two guys sitting in a pickup all day. I noticed a giant pizza box on the dash. The promising future of America.

Each hotel room in America comes with a water reservoir. It is called a toilet tank. Now Jack, the golden retriever/really just a grabber- drinks out of the lower reservoir. This is the main reason I religiously flush the toilet. Now Jack has survived a fair amount of years drinking from the toilet. And thus they say- there is a first time for everything....

So today, I had the bright idea of using the toilet tank reservoir. I heated some of that water in the coffee pot maker and used the ice bucket as a makeshift sink. I was able to brush my teeth, shave, wash my face and comb my hair with my ice bucket sink. I even managed to swallow the days medications with some of the finest coffee ever made from a toilet tank.

I am thinking of going to the front desk and asking them if I can get an upgrade. A room with running water would be nice. Just deadpan it. I do shit like that to amuse myself.

I see those "work crew" guys sitting in the truck outside. They are drinking coffee which I am going to guess was not purchased from this hotel. Maybe, I will bring them a cup of my own special brew.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Houses Now Cheaper Than Apple Stock

I see Apple stock is trading at a paltry 330 bucks a share. Gosh if only I had a spare 33,000 dollars- I could buy 100 shares. What a deal.

Am looking at some homes in the Vegas/Bullhead City area that are pretty damn nice. They are running anywhere from about 300 to 500 shares worth of Apple stock. Some have pools.

What a conundrum. What should I do? Should I buy Apple stock and hope that they invent some more Ishit? Or should I buy a house? It's nice that a few companies are making big bucks, unfortunately, Steve Jobs and the board at Apple aren't particularly generous. They kind of have a horde cash and screw investors mentality- thankfully every hedge fund and bank in the free world are gobbling up Apple shares.

I won't be one of the suckers buying in at 330. Perhaps if Brian Sack at the NY FED gave me some of that thin air POMO money, 8 billion yesterday, I could get in too. Until then, I am probably going to stick with the house buying theme. Maybe instead of a promise of riches, I'll settle for an early morning swim.

Horses, Gold, Delusional Republicans, Part Time Presidents

On the road again. Snowy Las Vegas and Laughlin. Bastards charging me ten bucks a day for internet at my hotel. I hit a nice PK 3 at the Fairgrounds today for about 640. We call them "signers." You have to report tickets with odds of 300-1 or greater or 600 bucks to the IRS. Third one in three weeks. Running quite nicely. Maybe, I'll start breaking even finally. I figure the horse races have me stuck for about a quarter million. My ex would double that amount.

So my good fortune means it's time to parlay the winnings.

I've got about 5k just burning a hole in my pocket and I have been waiting for our two lustrous metals to take a breather. It hasn't happened. Now I hear some billionaire wants to get into the silver market in a big way. FOFOA blog be damned. (He says silver sucks, gold is the only metal that matters) I should have backed the truck up sooner. I am going to just sit chilly at this point.

I was listening to talk radio while blasting through the desert and looking out for Nevada troopers. Never drive faster than you can see. I hear the Republicans are going to try and repeal Obamacare. Ok, maybe I can picture it in the House. But, the Senate? Obama is going to sign the repeal of his hallmark project? Can you imagine the embarrassment? Check out Reid's photo. Sexy man.

I am trying to envision all of those jackasses who voted for this POS bill- suddenly having a moment of clarity, admitting that they screwed up and wasted a few months time, and then repealing this thing. I can't wait to see that big finish. President Obama doesn't concern himself with small shit like health care bills that effect every citizen of this country. He's probably busy planning his next big trip just as he is...finishing up his 15th vacation in Hawaii. At the end of the story, one of his kids says that they are not ready to leave yet. Don't worry darlin', your daddy will bring you all back to Hawaii. Maybe a couple of times. Maybe the Caribbean next. Right now, he has to go to work for a couple days. 

Absolute hell. Eleven days on the beach. Is this guy a poster child for "government work?" Is there really such a thing as "government work?" Never have I seen anyone do so much with so little. Obama should be grateful we don't pay him by the hour.

Sunday, January 2, 2011


I usually don't post fluff on the website but this story is just too good to pass up. That and government types are all nursing holiday hangovers but undoubtedly preparing to fuck something else up which has not been exposed or reported on yet.

Years ago, after a friend of mines' third divorce (he swears he was duped and innocent) he made a startling statement to me. He said, "We all just swap partners- some of us are just quicker than others." Long term relationships he contended, were merely the product of slow and inexperienced people. The circumstances, such that they were, would prove to be true. I was just finishing my first marriage while he was midway through his third one. Thank God I have only lost one house thus far.

So it seems that country music singer Shania Twain's husband- got the hots for Shania's best friend who just happened to be married. And they ran off together. Shania found her former best friend's grieving husband and took that prize. They were married in the Caribbean. Be warned. Keep an eye on your best friends.

They are all reportedly living happily ever after. Until next time.;_ylt=AvNmuVLgFO4OnN2shw8rVlFH2ocA;_ylu=X3oDMTMxaG01dDg5BGFzc2V0A2FwL2NiX3NoYW5pYV90d2Fpbl93ZWRkaW5nBGNjb2RlA3ZpZXdzaGFyZQRjcG9zAzUEcG9zAzUEc2VjA3luX3RvcF9zdG9yaWVzBHNsawNzaGFuaWF0d2Fpbnc-