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Congressional Wishlist

My Congressman put up a post on his FaceBook page* asking his constituents what they wanted from Congress in 2014.  Here are a few of my thoughts:

  1. Passage of the “Firearms Owners Freedom Act” (I know, snowball’s chance)
  2. Passage of the “I Am Not Your Baby Daddy, So Get A Damn Job Act”, which would encourage the chronically impoverished to make better life choices because the rest of us aren’t going to keep footing the bill generation after generation.
  3. The “National Security Agency Mission Definition Act”, which would make it crystal clear that military organizations, even ones like the NSA, are not tools to be used against the American people.  It would move domestic surveillance over to the FBI, and dissolve the FISA courts.  If they need to watch the communications of a U.S. person, then they need a warrant, and they can get one in a court that’s accountable and public.
  4. A House resolution stating that if the President wants to use military force anywhere in the world and it’s not an emergency of national survival, then he needs to come to Congress for a declaration of war.  Not an “Authorization to use force”, but an Honest to God, kill people and break shit, declaration of war.  If it’s not that important, it’s not worth our time, treasure, and blood.
  5. The “Put Up or Shut Up Act” – In which the Congress withdraws all Federal subsidies of private, for-profit companies, be they industrial, energy,  transportation, or whatever.  If a business has an idea good enough to make a product or provide a service that the market wants, then let them get investors and convince consumers to purchase it.

That’s my list.  What do you all think?

Musings

  • One good part of working the day after Christmas is that you are pretty much alone in the office and can actually get work done.
  • One bad part of working the day after Christmas is that almost everyone else is out of the office and out of touch, which makes walking into someone’s cube and asking them what their major malfunction is a tad unproductive.
  • It is good that Christmas only comes once a year, because I’ve been hitting the jam-and-almonds bars that Irish Woman made like a rat at the feeder bar in a cocaine study.
  • I need a politically correct way to tell a vendor that his product is weak and his customer service representatives aren’t worth the rupees he spends on them.
  • You know, it probably wasn’t very nice of me to go to my ex-wife’s house to drop off Girlie Bear and Little Bear wearing a tee-shirt that read “Jody did me a favor“, but I was in a mood.
    • If you get that joke without hitting the link, thanks for your service.
  • Christmas was relatively relaxing, and I am eternally thankful for that.  Usually I’m punch drunk with exhaustion by the end of the day.
  • I got coffee and ammunition for Christmas.  She loves me. She really, really loves me.

Saint Joseph and the Donkey

As we sat down to our Christmas Eve feast tonight, it occurred to me that things are pretty good.  We’re all home, everyone is healthy, and it’s a pretty normal evening for us.  It could be a lot more difficult for us.

Imagine that you’re a simple tradesman, who’s been told to walk 80 miles to the city of your ancestors.  With you, you take your young, very pregnant wife.  Luckily, you have your trusty donkey, so she doesn’t have to walk the whole way.  Once you get there, there’s no place to stay, so you end up in someone’s stable.  Of course, after four or five days on the road, she goes into labor.

So now, you’re in a barn, with a young woman going through her first labor, and you’re alone.  Somehow, you get both her and the baby through the labor alive.  Then strangers start showing up, proclaiming the royalty and divinity of your son.  Then word gets to you that the king wants your son dead, and is willing to kill all the newborn male babies in Bethlehem to make that happen, so you gather up your family, load them on the donkey, and head for Egypt, leaving your carpentry business back in Nazareth behind for years.

And all you wanted was to go to Bethlehem, pay your taxes, fill out your census form, and go home.

So, as we celebrate the birth of Christ tonight, please remember Saint Joseph, the world’s most important step-dad.  Not all the heroes in the Bible killed thousands with the jawbone of an ass. 

Today’s Earworm

Today’s Earworm

Musings

  • Two days left until Christmas.   I think I can make it.
  • He who complains that I make the coffee too strong gets the distinction of being the guy who convinced me to stop making coffee.
  • My aunt and uncle came through town on their way south to spend Christmas with one of their sons and his family.
    • My uncle observed that there was an 86 degree difference between North Dakota and Kentucky.
    • One of the things that I’m most angry about with my parents was that when they divorced, they took away our extended family.  It’s good that we are reconnecting.
  • There are few things I like more than a good fire on a cold evening.
  • I have discovered an inability to exhibit self-control when attending a family pot luck.
    • The only thing I’ve got going for me is that I stay away from the desserts.
  • Watching Star Trek TOS with Boo is a wonderful way to spend a winter evening.
    • Even he notices all of the women that Captain Kirk seems to find.
  • This year, for Christmas, be both practical and generous:  give ammunition.

Today’s Earworm

Today’s Earworm

I must disagree

Fox News is reporting on a woman who has been asked to stop doing something nice.  A Minnesota woman has made a habit of meeting the school bus every afternoon with a basket of cookies.  She’s apparently been doing it for years with no reports of youngsters bursting into flames or the bus dissolving into a pit of cholesterol and elevated blood sugar. Can you imagine?  Someone doing something kind and fun in order to get to know the people in her neighborhood and bring a little happiness into the lives of others?

Unfortunately, like most other nice things in our world, all it takes is one jackass to spoil it for everyone.  She’s been asked by the school district to stop because someone complained.

She’s not letting it get her down.  She’s going to try to continue meeting people in her area, and has a sunny outlook on life and people:

“People are good,” Tabat said. “I’ve yet to find someone I can’t find commonality with. We’re all crawling around on the planet dealing with circumstances in our life, and most of us just want to raise a nice family and be successful in however you define success and for most people it’s just surviving.”

While I admire her spirit, and I wish her success, I have to disagree with her when it comes to people.  Individually, people tend to be decent.  Heck, some of them are downright saintly.  But taken in groups or as an aggregate, people tend to be less than intelligent, panicky, and mean.

Anonymity in a crowd, or in a process like complaining to the schools, brings out the worst in them.  If you need an example, go ask Tam about her trevails dealing with trolls.  The fact that it’s rather difficult for someone outside of Fort Meade to connect Imadoofus694ever to John Q. Dickhead of suburban Minneapolis invites the little guy with the pitchfork on his left shoulder to sound off.

A lady walking into SUPERBIGBOX retailer on November 15 may smile, hold the door for the little old man who has his arms full, and may even buy a bucket of popcorn from the cute Cub Scout out front.  The day after Thanksgiving, as part of the mob of unbridled avarice that has gathered at that same door, she is quite willing to trample orphans and kittens in order to get a great deal on the latest cell phone and the doll that not only eats, but throws up on you if you hold it just right.

Individuals are good and decent.  People aren’t worth a bucket of warm spit.

So, I salute Mrs. Tabat and her efforts to make her neighborhood a better place, as well has her perspective on humanity.  For me, I’ll just continue to watch the world through more suspicious filters.

Book Review – Highway to Tartarus

Holly Chism, teacher, blogger, and writer extraordinaire, has come out with the next installment in her “Modern Gods” series, Highway to Tartarus.  Picking up where The Godshead left off, this book takes Hades and his wives on a quest to find and bind an elder god who has let the immortal cheese slip off of her cracker.  Along for the ride are Kira, the Atlantean god of war that we met in Godshead, her adopted daughter, and her husbands, Tyr and Thor.  Throw in Fenrir, the giant wolf from the Norse tradition, and the universe’s most tackily painted and decorated recreational vehicle, and it’s a fun ride.

Interwoven with this tale are chapters that tell the story of how the other gods are dealing with the aftermath of the events of Godshead, as well as an outstanding short story of how Artemis, the Greek goddess of the hunt, deals with those who try to disturb her when she is out in the woods.

While I enjoyed The Godshead, Mrs. Chism really starts to hit her stride and find her voice in this book.  It is more polished than the first book, and the multi-threaded storyline comes together very neatly in the end.  The personalities of the gods and goddesses really come out in this one, and while some, such as Hera, have matured into rational, productive beings, others continue to act like, well, the gods and goddesses that one finds in Bullfinch’s Mythology.

Mrs. Chism does an excellent job at painting the characters, both through descriptions and through their actions.  Her world building was so good that after I read through the book, I had dreams set in the Godshead Tavern, and now I have a short story of my own rumbling around in my story buffer.  A world in which the old gods are still around and a part of life opens up a lot of places to explore and enjoy.

One note on this book:  it’s an adult story written for adults.  While Mrs. Chism doesn’t get graphic sexually, several of the relationships between the various deities are what could politely be called non-traditional.  While I’m sure that Girlie Bear would enjoy this yarn very much, I’m not ready to explain three-cornered marriages quite yet.  Also, at times the characters can be quite foul-mouthed, but it is not gratuitous, and it fits in with the situation and character.

This is an excellent continuation of the story told in The Godshead, and I heartily recommend it if you’re looking for a good read in front of the fire.