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Once lost, can never be regained

The term “Full faith and credit” is part of a clause to the United States Constitution that obligates all states to recognize and support the decisions and licenses of all other states.

In a way, it’s also the only thing holding up the willingness of the American people to recognize and support the actions of those we choose to lead our nation.

Any time someone from the government says that something must be done, they must be prepared to show their work in a way that everyone can understand. “Trust me” is never good enough when we are asked to, voluntarily or not, give up rights and change our lives.

Government officials must also be prepared for transparency when questioned about motives, reasoning, and benefits. “Cui bono?” must always be answered fully and truthfully.

Over the course of the Covid-19 pandemic, government disrupted the way the people of our nation lived:

  • Closing of schools and businesses
    • How many years will it take for our children to recover from the loss of two years worth of meaningful eduction? Emailed worksheets and virtual learning are no substitute for time spent with a teacher.
    • How many small businesses shut down in early 2020 and never returned.? How many families lost investments, income, and their dreams when the government forced them to close their doors?
  • Imposition of isolation, both in public and in homes
    • Children, denied the interaction with their peers crucial to their development, were kept at home with only caregivers, siblings, and screens for company. Even the joy of a day at the park, the zoo, the beach, or even short walks through their neighborhoods were denied on pain of arrest for their parents.
    • People in the last moments of their life, whether they suffered from Covid-19 or from the myriad other things that bring us to the end of our mortal coil, died in isolation. These unfortunate souls were denied even the last touch of their family or anointing of their body by clergy.

At the core of all this was the direction provided by the public health apparatus of the state, principally the ex-cathedra dictates of the National Institutes of Health and the Centers for Disease Control. With little to no explanation as to why such measures were necessary in so broad a stroke, government officials turned our nation and our way of life on its head and demanded obedience.

Now, due to testimony to Congress, we learn that even the so-called experts had no evidence to support such things such as mandatory masking, social distancing, and other measures taken during the epidemic. You were directed to mask your children and isolate them so that they would not spread the disease to elderly teachers and grandchildren. You were forced to mask yourself and keep six feet away because of some idea that a cough or sneeze could force virus upon those around you.

Common sense measures such as “If you don’t feel well, stay home.” or “The elderly or those with other health problems should take extra measures to protect themselves, but everyone else should continue with their lives.” were replaced with “14 days to flatten the curve. I mean, make that 3 months. Well, maybe until Christmas, but don’t you have anyone over for Thanksgiving. And stay out off the beach, because fresh air and sunshine might kill your children!”

Our nation and the world in general were turned upside down by a group of people who didn’t want to admit that they were making it all up as they went along.

The most frustrating part of this, to me, is that there is no way to right the ship. We cannot turn back the clock. We cannot give two years of education back to our children. The millions of people who had their livelihoods stolen from them can never be made whole. Most of all, there is no way this side of the grave for us to comfort the souls of our loved ones who perished, alone and unattended.

Government only works when the governed trust the government. Every time that trust is abused, it diminishes on a scale equal to or greater than the impact of the abuse. Once lost, that trust will not easily be restored, and only at a great cost of time and treasure.

The actions of elements of both the Trump and Biden administrations over the Covid-19 pandemic eroded public trust to a huge extent. We will be dealing with the ramifications of those actions for decades, but the most impactful will be the loss of trust between our people and our servants in the government.

Thought for the Day

Mama, mama, don’t you cry

Your little boy ain’t gonna die

We’re off to war, and I must go

And when I’ll return I do not know.

She stands alone with tears in her eyes

As she hears the soldier’s lies.

She says “My son, I’ve heard it before.

The day your daddy marched off to war.”

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Things that pop into my head after too much coffee

While recovering from Boo’s pool party and sleepover last night, a mis-quote from Highlander keeps running through my head.

I am Tom Rogneby of the Clan Rogneby. I was born in 1971 in the village of Minot on the shores of the River Souris. And I am sleep deprived.

It’s things like this that kept me out of the really good schools.

I either need more coffee or I need to cut back.

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Rest in Peace, Bernard Hill.

Hail, Theoden King!

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A bear in his natural habitat – a Subaru

Rumblings

Ah, the joys of home ownership.

The steps leading off of our back deck to the dog yard did a 30 degree list to the right a while back. It took a bit of time for money, truck maintenance, and decent weather to all line up at the same time, but I got to it this weekend.

Here are the supplies:

8 x 8 foot 2×8
20 x 8 foot 2×6
3 x 8 foot 2×10
1 x 6 foot 4×4
1 panel lattice
3 x 8 foot 5/4×6 decking boards (trim)

1 50 pound bag of post hole mix

20 50 pound bags of drainage rock

Anyone who tells you that things aren’t getting more expensive needs to go buy lumber, concrete, and rock. What I thought would be about $300 turned into almost $1000.

About 2 cubic meters of Kentucky clay had to be excavated out from under the steps and landing, then replaced with drainage rock. Not sure which was heavier.

Worked all day Saturday and all day into the twilight Sunday. I owe my neighbors baked goods because I was running a radial saw and a table saw at 8:30 PM last night to finish up.

Everything hurts, I’m pretty sure I pulled something in both my back and the back of my left leg, and I have multiple cuts and splinters in both hands.

On a positive note, it’s now safe to walk down from the deck into the back yard again.

For those keeping score, it took 5 trips to Lowe’s.

Ouch, my wallet, and aching too-old-for-this-crap body.

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For my next trick, I will have the HVAC company out tomorrow to look at our outdoor unit for the furnace / air conditioning. It’s dipping down into the 30’s / 40’s at night again, and it started making loud noises Friday morning.

Since this wasn’t a true emergency, I opted to only pay $98 to get someone to come out on Monday. Irish Woman and the Young Prince left on Friday night for a bass fishing tournament, so I figured I could rough it for a couple of nights.

The dogs, however, disagreed. Ever try to sleep, especially when you’re bone tired and aching from the sole of your feet to the top of your forehead, when 3 medium to large dogs are chilly and want to snuggle? Yeah, me neither. Not that I didn’t try, mind you.

I’m currently looking forward to paying for this repair work, even if just so that all of other mammals can get warm enough to leave me be.

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While trying to fix my aches and pains with Meloxicam, stretching, and hot chocolate this morning, I made the mistake of checking the political news.

Great googly moogly, are we in trouble.

The main theme given out by both parties lately seems to be “You don’t have to fall in love, you just have to fall in line.”

In my lifetime, I have never seen both major candidates being so unpopular in an election year.

Louisville Enters the Annual Season of Insanity

Today is Thunder Over Louisville, where the Kentucky Derby Festival kicks off with a few hundred thousand people cramming into downtown Louisville to watch planes, spend stupid amounts of money, get blackout drunk, and then drive home after watching a mediocre fireworks show.

It is also 4/20, a day in which those who enjoy partaking in the devil’s lettuce, the Maui Wowie, the chronic, the sticky icky, the dirty ditchweed, or whatever catchy name we want to use for bad choices buzz bud celebrate their intoxicant of choice.

Nothing bad can happen here. Seriously, days like this are one of the reasons I truly believe most cops aren’t paid enough.

I’ve been to Thunder a few times, and while it’s fun if you’re there with family and friends, especially with little kids who like fireworks, I’m over it.

Nobody who grew up next to Minot Air Force Base is impressed with this air show (Seriously, once you’ve watch a pair of B-52’s flow over low enough they have to worry about bayonets, a single fighter jet flying a few thousand feet up just doesn’t cut it.) or has actually seen actual explosives used with wild abandon for an actual purpose thinks that paying $20 for a bottle of bottled ‘water’, getting a sunburn that is spoken of in hushed tones during family cookouts, and watching a wave of powder smoke laced with heavy metals waft over the Ohio River is a good use of your day.

Two weeks from now, a group of horses who live better than 90% of the human species will run for a couple of minutes in front of a large crowd of drunk people. Between then and now, Louisville will come to a screeching halt as every drooling yokel in the county uses Derby as an excuse to not do anything of use to anyone.

I’m going to bed. Wake me up with Derby ends.

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