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Franklin Delano Obama

In his continuing efforts to bring back the salad days of the Great Depression, which some would call the high water mark of his party, President Obama has announced a new proposal to provide employment to veterans of the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan.  He plans to recreate the Civilian Conservation Corps, rebrand it as the Veteran’s Conservation Corps, and use the projected 20,000 veterans to rebuild trails, levees, and other infrastructure in national parks at an initial cost of $1 billion.

If you do the math, that comes to $50,000 per person employed in such a program.  I’m assuming that includes salary, pay, food, shelter, medical, and whatever.  Since they will be employed by the federal government, time spent in this new VCC will probably count towards a federal retirement.  $50,000 sounds like quite a bit, but don’t worry.  Once the unions for federal employees get involved, that number will climb.  Also, since Obama plans to be the one cutting the pork, expect it to be liberally spread across blue states and constituencies.  Rent seekers and party machines across the nation will take to the streets in celebration!

And of course, we can expect civilian construction companies, who should be the ones doing this work, assuming of course that it needs to be done in the first place, to object to the low-cost competition.  Their unions might have a bone to pick when the administration they’ve been carrying water for hits them in the face with the bucket.  Veterans who aren’t trained in construction will require formal training in order to use the machinery of construction.  OSHA will be making sure of that.  The EPA will probably get a cut of the action here too, as will the Sierra Club, the Earth Liberation Front, the Society to Protect the Spotted Colorado Bat Snake, and every other environmental group that wants a check.  They’ll come out of the woodwork to stop construction in ‘pristine’ wilderness, at least until someone pays them a little lip service and cuts them a check.

And what will we get for all this work?  Nice roads in the parks, a few restored dirt levees, maybe a new stadium or two where the president expects to give speeches to adoring crowds.  Oh yeah, we’ll be able to enjoy these amenities for years to come, or  at least until they’re ripped out so that someone can be paid to rebuild them, but it will all be done in the name of make-work.

Veterans need jobs, no-one disputes that, just as all people need a way to support themselves.  But adding another wasteful government program to pay them a salary while they do make-work is counterproductive.  If the president wants to spend borrowed money to improve the chances of veterans getting a job, he should invest more in training programs, or let the GI Bill do its work.  Once they have a college education or solid technical training, their ability to find a job will be much better than if they spend a few months in the back country working a shovel.

We Remember

Week With the Kids – Day 4

A wise man once told me “The only easy day was yesterday.”  He didn’t know how right he was.

The day started out OK.  I got Girlie Bear off to school with no problems, and Boo and I had a few minutes to play with the light sabers before I took him to preschool.  I expected today would go well.  I was going to be working at one of our offices across town from where I normally work, but quite close to home.  I expected to work there all day, be able to get Boo from school without having to break some or all of the state speed laws, then head home.

Those hopes were dashed when my cell phone rang at about noon.  The world was falling in at the office, and I had to drop everything and rush over to hold it up.  I arrived to find that one of my co-workers had already done most of the work, but since I was there, I stayed with the group working on the problem.  When I mentioned to the manager in charge of our impromptu task force that I needed to leave to get Boo, he said he wanted someone from my work group to come down and sit with his group until they were done working.  Of course, calling someone at their desk at 3 PM to drop everything and come down to work on something else didn’t go very far.  Eventually, I found one of my co-workers who was able to re-arrange his schedule for a few hours and take my place.

I had to rush to get Boo, but luckily I didn’t kill anyone or cause major traffic pileups doing so.  I had to get home to dial in, so dinner went from being pizza from our favorite pick-up only place to Little Caesars.  Girlie Bear must have been salivating at the thought of her favorite pizza, because she looked like I’d just shot the dog when I got out of the car with those pizza boxes.

She got over it enough to eat her share of pepperoni and cheese, but not before commenting on the condition, ingredients, temperature, and consistency of the pizza.  I had to remind her that there were still leftovers in the kitchen if she didn’t like it.

Boo, on the other hand, ate like a lumberjack.  Of course, all the carbs in the pizza quickly translated into a burst of energy that will be talked about by our grandchildren.

Irish Woman called to talk to us, and seemed very excited to be coming home tomorrow.  Her flight should land at about dinner time, so I think I’ll take everyone out for something on the way home from the airport.

While she was on the phone with Boo, she directed him to another “treasure” she’d hidden in the house.   Monday night was a slinky, Tuesday night was a red light saber, Wednesday night was the flute from hell, and tonight was the most annoying thing on earth:

Mama, you are in so much trouble

That, ladies and gentlemen, is a talking Darth Vader mask.  You’ll notice his Lego Star Wars PJ’s, red light saber, and now he’s walking around telling me “I am your father” and “Now I am the master”.   Yep, I’m raising a nerd. I must do something just as nice for Irish Woman someday.

Tonight will be spent tidying up the house a bit, possibly reading a chapter or two from one of the books I’m reading, and then a few hours of blissful slumber before I start Day 5.
I’m almost there. I can do this.

30 Days of Twain – Day 1

A crowded police docket is the surest of all signs that trade is brisk and money plenty.

My Take – Maybe it’s not the trade the government wants to happen, but trade nonetheless.

Today’s Earworm

Morning Campers!

Week with the Kids – Day 3

Halfway there.

Had a good morning getting Boo off to school.  He seems to enjoy using his toy lightsaber to get me moving a little faster in the morning.  Kind of like an ASP baton for midgets.

I found I was out of ground coffee this morning, and had fall back on instant.  I’ll have to rectify that situation for the sake of humanity.  I don’t drink much coffee anymore, but when I do I want it to be good coffee.  Life’s too short to drink dishwater.

Dinner tonight was leftovers, which happens to be my favorite meal.  Girlie Bear ate up, but Boo turned his nose up at the warmed-up hotdish I gave him, instead asking for “toast and cheese and chocolate pudding”.  I relented for the sake of domestic tranquility on the toast and cheese, but we don’t keep chocolate pudding in the house, so I had to disappoint him.  He wasn’t very happy about that.

While I was fending off yet another assault from the young Jedi and his whirling baton of pain, he spied a ‘present’ Irish Woman had left for him in one of the end tables.  Neatly wrapped in pretty tissue paper was a plastic flute.  I’m not sure what I have done to deserve that, but efforts to remove the offending shrieking whistle from Boo’s hands caused protests louder than the flute.

Tonight I’m going to do some housework, get fully caught up on laundry, and try to get some sleep.  Irish Woman comes home Friday night, and I don’t want the house to look any worse than it did when she left.

Tomorrow night I’m going to assume my secret identity of Indulgodad, able to order pizza at a single bound.  That’ll give me a little extra time to do last minute straightening up and might do something about the morale of the children.

Halfway there.

A Prayer

Dear Father,

Please forgive me for the evil thoughts and words I had for other drivers while going to and coming from work today.  I truly do not wish they would all find out their mothers were the cheapest prostitutes in Bangladesh, nor to I hope their cars all spontaneously catch fire after impacting a dirty hog hauler.

Forgive me for the harsh thoughts I had for the woman in the grocery store who was complaining to the checkout lady about how inconvenient it is to use government supplied healthcare.  I did not mean to upset her when I told her that if she didn’t like Medicaid, she should consider getting a job or paying her own way, even though I meant every word.

Lord, please apologize for me to the ancient craftsman who first created the flute.  I truly did not mean it when I wished he would spend eternity scrubbing the hairy testicles of Satan after Boo found the example of his craft that Irish Woman stashed for him to find while she was gone.

Heavenly Father, please make me more patient, kind, and forgiving of my brothers and sisters, even especially when they all seem to be making a hobby out of pissing me off.

In your name I pray,

Amen

What did I miss?

OK, you rugged individualist Reaganistas, which of your favorite quotes did I miss?

Get the boat!

Gotta go, gotta pack and start rowing.  If I work hard and travel light, I can be in the Shetlands this time next year for a celebration of my noble ancestors.

Almost 1,000 costumed ‘guizers’ – dressed in winged helmets and sheepskins, descended on the island yesterday.

Their arrival was heralded by the Jarl Squad – who landed on the Shetland Isles in an impressive replica of a Viking longboat.

Anyone know where I can find plans to make a bass boat into a longship? If I start moving soon, I can row it across from Newfoundland this summer and be there in time for next year’s festival.

30 Days of Reagan – Day 30

I now begin the journey that will lead me into the sunset of my life. I know that for America there will always be a bright dawn ahead. Thank you, my friends. May God always bless you.