Well. Patrice and older daughter made it home safe and sound with lot's of stories. And because I now have a little more time to rant, I'd like to do so by revisiting a recent holiday: Veterans Day.
What's my beef with Veterans Day? Gee, I don't know...maybe its because on Veterans Day, millions and millions of people get a day off with pay regardless of whether they are veterans.
There are approximately 21 million veterans in the USA. According the the VA, around 27 percent work for local, state or federal governments. Probably a fair portion of veterans work for financial institutions or for large businesses who are contractually obligated due to union agreements.
But the majority of veterans on Veterans Day can be found on their day of appreciation right where they always are Monday through Friday. On the job. And if those veterans need to go to the bank on their special day, maybe to make a loan payment or get some money, tough luck. If they want to swing by the post office to see if a check has come in, or to mail some timely bills, too bad (but thank you for your service). If they wanted a plumber to come by and fix a leak, or they were hoping that the contractors might get the roof sheathing on before the incoming rain, so sorry.
However, all of our government employees, financial service folk, and union workers really appreciate your sacrifices. Really. And they'll tip a beer or sip their Merlot in your honor; assuming they think about it.
Am I suggesting that veterans everywhere should all receive a payed day off on veterans Day? Not really. I'm self-employed, so paying myself not to work isn't really in the cards.
No. What I'm saying is quit using veterans as an excuse for another governmental day off. How about instead everyone at the DMV stays on the job on Veterans Day and opens a veterans-only line for license renewals. How about the post office provides donuts and coffee to veterans when they come in to check their mail. Maybe the banks can waive some fees for veterans or give them an extra day to make a payment. It doesn't have to be much, but it sure as hell would show more 'appreciation' than a sign on a door that says 'Closed today to celebrate or veterans'.
You know, during my lunch break on Veterans Day, I placed a call to the regional VA service center down in Boise. I 'm sure it will come as no surprise that all I got was a recorded message: "All VA regional centers are closed on Veterans Day in appreciation of our veterans".
It's nice to know I'm appreciated. And that a portion of the work I'm doing on MY DAY is going to help pay for your paid day off.
Well, the very good news is that Patrice and older daughter should be home sometime tomorrow in the early afternoon. The bad news is that I'm too tired from cleaning up the house after my nine days of bachelorhood to post anything too time-consuming. So here's a few funny things I've ran across this last week or so on-line.
There are a lot of ways out there to celebrate Veterans Day. Some of our local stores give special deals to veterans. But I want to point out a veterans service organization you may not have ever heard of. At least I hadn't until a couple of weeks ago. I was in the local tire shop ordering up a set of studded tires for the jeep. Being as it's a small town, I know the tire store guys pretty well. As I came in, the shop manager was talking to another guy he hadn't seen in a while. This guy started to talk about the work he was doing for a veteran's group, and as I hadn't heard of it before, and being nosy fellow I am, I asked him what it was all about. And that's how I heard for the first time about the Missing in America Project.
The MIAP has a very simple and extremely profound mission. Their volunteers "...locate, identify and inter the unclaimed cremated remains of American veterans..." How do they do this and why is this necessary? Simple (but not necessarily easy). According to the guy I spoke to, when indigent people pass away without family or friends to claim their cremated remains, those remains can end up in tins or boxes on the shelf of a mortuary or crematory, often labeled with just a name and a date of death. The government might make a cursory attempt to locate a next of kin, but often without success.
And not unusually, the remains are those of a veteran.
MIAP Policy document from their web page puts it very well:
You served your country through a war, or through peacetime. You expected to receive a military burial, recognition by our government of your commitment to our great country. You expected to have honor and respect paid to you as a result of your service to our great country. Instead, you reside on a shelf in a mortuary or a storage facility at a crematorium.
The purpose of the MIA Project is to locate, identify and inter the unclaimed cremated remains of American veterans through the joint efforts of private, state and federal organizations. To provide honor and respect to those who have served this country by securing a final resting place for these forgotten heroes.
After verification we need to ensure that the veteran has a proper Memorial Service with full Military Honors. MIAP always inters our veterans or dependents at the nearest VA National or State Cemetery. We utilize these facilities as there is a procedure to reunite them with their family if found at a later date.
To date, per the MIAP web page, the organization has visited 2,371 funeral homes, found 19,950 cremains, identified 4,499 of those cremains as veterans, and interred, with full military honors 4,210 of those cremains.
The guy I met was one of those visitor volunteers. A real stand up guy. And a guy who's put a lot of mileage on his vehicle visiting funeral homes all across Idaho.
If you're a veteran, family of a veteran, or a supporter of veterans, check out the MIAP web site. And if you're so moved, donate a few bucks. The people behind MIAP are quiet folks doing heroic work for those of our brothers and sisters who got so close, but didn't quite make it home. MIAP takes those missing brothers and sisters home to the rest that they deserve.
Happy Veterans Day
Just added this weeks humor piece titled: "Organization Anonymous" Just click the 'Current Humor Piece' tab above.
So I just got off the phone with Patrice. She's still on the road from picking up our older daughter (OD) in Virginia. They've made it as far as Topeka, Kansas. They've really started to hit the road hard, and if they keep it up they should be in mid-Colorado or better before tomorrow evening.
The funny thing is that they both appear to be having a great time. I called Patrice earlier in the day to ask her where the checkbook was. Because Patrice was driving at the time, older daughter answered the phone. After getting detailed instructions on the exact location of the checkbook relayed to me, I asked OD if she and her mom were still on speaking terms. (Two women in one vehicle for six days.) OD laughed and said that everything was fine and that they were just debating (and singing, I suppose) favorite Christmas songs.
After I got off the evening phone conversation, I took Darcy, our airhead golden retriever, for an evening walk. It has just stopped raining, and the mists that fill our valleys around here in the late fall were just starting to spread out over-land. It was cool but not too cold and quite beautiful. As we walked, (I walked. Darcy ran.) I was listening to a replay of the Glenn Beck show from sometime earlier in the week. I guess I'm just a glutton for punishment.
Anyway, Glenn was covering the truly horrific mass killing that happened in Mexico last week. Mexico is an absolute s__hole country (Trump talk.). From there Glenn meandered into concerns for OUR kids. (I don't recall having any kids with Mr. Beck, but there are several years back in the 70's that are kind of a blur to me.) He said that He worried about his kids. Then he added something along the lines of "I can't be the only one who worries about their kids. Other people must worry about their kids too."
Nope Glenn. I believe you are the only one. (Idiot)
Glenn Beck is always saying things like that or he's trying to rope his listeners into some kind of universal guilt trip. Something goes pear-shape because of the misbehavior of the DC yammerheads, and there's old Beck pontificating that, "...we're all at fault." Nope. Not me Glenn. If you want to declare that socialism is ruining the nation and it's all your fault, you go right ahead. I didn't do it. Nor am I crazy about someone assigning me a portion of their angst.
Mr. Beck went on to talk about OUR kids going to indoctrinational colleges and universities and coming home damaged or dead inside. And even in the home, he opines, they're still subjected to a constant barrage of e-evil from our connected world.
Skunk scat Mr. Beck.
Having heard enough on your show, I know that your home is host to a number of subscriptions like Netflix and the Disney channel. (And I'd guess others as well.) No doubt your kids have every electronic wiz-bang you can afford. I'd also guess that Siri or Alexa or their equivalent are right there as well. You are a wealthy man Mr. Beck. (More power to you. I'm all about capitalism.) Your home(s) are no doubt filled with smart appliances.
Well my kids had none of that growing up. And even today, Siri will never be allowed in my home. Alexa will go wanting. We have no 'smart' appliances. Heck, we don't even have a smart dog. We have no television or movie services. We never have and never will. Our children, while they were under our care, didn't have smart phones. (nor dumb ones) They never set foot as a student in any government school. Sure they missed out on some things...but nothing important. They never learned how to hate their parents. They never received instructions on the proper placement of condoms. No one ever offered them a different gender for the day. They were never taught that God is dead. Instead, they learned to read. And write. And do math. And pray.
Both of our kids are now out of our hands. Both of them are doing fine. Both of them are on the path to great careers. Neither of them are damaged or dead inside. And both of them will happily debate with either of their parents the relative merits of favorite Christmas songs. All it took to achieve this happy state was a simple but monumentous pact between me and Patrice. We would - truthfully and completely - put the interests of our children ahead of ourselves. We would go without to home school them. We would attend church faithfully with them. We would be united in our discipline and consistent in the same. We would make sure that our kids knew we loved them. We would show our kids that we loved each other. We would remain their parents, not their friends, until the day that they set out on their own.
So you want to know how to manifestly decrease your worries about your kids? It's easy. Stay married. One of you stays home. Pull your kids out of their damned (I mean that in the biblical sense) schools and teach them yourself. Forgo your worldly pleasures, live on less, and recognize the true happiness of a loving family. Attend church with them. Show them the beauty of a happy home, not a crash pad. Be united in discipline and praise. Give them the tools to discern good and evil.
Or don't do these things. And then wonder where your kids are.
Where are mine? Well, one of them is on the USS Ronald Reagan working on several possible career tracks at the same time. The other is in a motel room in Topeka, Kansas, discussing the relative merits of 'Silent night' versus 'Angels we have heard on high'. And both of my kids are really looking forward to coming home for Christmas.
A UC Berkeley graduate student and instructor to explain why rural folk deserve "uncomfortable" lives.
(At one time I also was a graduate instructor in the UC system. My specialty was lab classes for Geology 101. We referred to Geology 101 as "Rocks for Jocks" because most of the college athletes were required to take a science class.)
Jackson Kernion's specialty appears to be teaching philosophy courses, which is probably a good gig for him. (Beats discussing dialectics with a customer waiting for their latte.) Anyway Mr. Kernion posted that he "unironically embrace[s] the bashing of rural Americans."
He tweeted on, saying:
"They, as a group, are bad people who have made bad life decisions...Some, I assume, are good people. But this nostalgia for some imagined pastoral way of life is stupid and we should shame people who aren't pro-city."
Personally I agree with him. (Except for the obvious platitude that some may be good. Stick to your guns...er...pepper spray man! The entire lot of country folk are complete rotters. I know.) And I fully understand why sophisticated urbanites like Kernion and and his barista buddies wouldn't be caught dead in the outback. Oh how I miss those halcyon metropolitan days of my youth, skipping carefree down streets with hypodermic needles strewn about like bohemian rose petals. Being lulled to sleep at night by the beguiling siren calls. The scintillating debates with the guy trying to wash my wind shield using a bottle of muscatel and a burlap sack.
Yep. Stay were you are Mr. Kerion. Leave we bucolic bumpkins out in the wastelands of our own making.
You can't make a silk purse out of a sows ear.
Well, you can't. But I might give it a try. Just another bad life decision.
James Younger the 7 year old Texas boy who was being psychologically abused by his mother, is back in school as the boy God intended him to be. Oh Happy Day!
If you haven't watched this video yet, you really should. (And since it's on Youtube, you should hurry.)
This is not a Trumpster. This is ABC anchor Amy Robach, who on the highway of political persuasion is definitely a hard left. She was speaking her mind to her producer on an open mike. At the time she was trying to get ABC to run her story (3 years ago), Jeffrey Epstein was still breathing and he was not yet in jail.
Because the lib-media killed her story, who knows how many other children were raped or abused by Epstein and his fellow devils before he was finally arrested. (It should be noted that Amy Robach could have done the right thing and made sure that the story got out - even at the cost of her job. But she didn't. Coward.)
And now we find out that the true whistleblower who smuggled out this video has been fired. Not from his job at ABC. No. He had since moved on to CBS. But when the story broke, ABC called it's supposed competitor CBS and asked them to fire the guy. And CBS complied.
Trust nothing from the MSM. Monsters all.
Just read about this. What really makes me sad is that I'm something of a news hound. But John Moon passed away nearly two weeks ago and I just read about his passing. In earlier days, this would have been a major headline. But heroes are no longer useful or needed.
Oldest known surviving Marine of Iwo Jima dies at 103
If you don't know what Iwo Jima is, look it up. And shame on the UGA education system for failing you.
God Speed Mr. Moon.