The Global Musings of an Educated Man......vol.116
A week ago, on 9/9/9 or maybe it was really an upside down 6/6/6, our young president gave what may turn out to be his most important speech in his young presidency, when he stood before Congress and pleaded for Universal Healthcare. It was as if once again, he was saying to himself, "I've saved the day, for the time being." Even Nancy Pelosi, whose bo-tox hasn't slowed her ability to speak, sure was fumbling over her own words announcing his introduction, and thank God Biden didn't have to open up his mouth. Whoa, that would've been our Kanye West moment. The Democrat majority in Congress though was very apparent, "but let me be clear," there is much work to be done. Maybe we need a tax on soda pop for our ever increasing nanny state to save the day. We can't get thin without a tax. That's common sense. But for now, the health insurance companies are the boogey man to fear and yet, the financial institutions that helped get us into the mess that we are currently in are continuing to do their own little song and dance and getting away from any actual reform at all. Oh how sweet it was, Lehman Brothers, where are you now? Our President continues to tip toe on the fence, causing our ever impatient media and ourselves to question, which side is he exactly on? What exactly does he want? Does he do this in homage to Lincoln who always kept people guessing? One thing is for sure, he can sure as hell give one heck of a speech. And come on, people, that's what got him elected. He's inspirational and charismatic. A true politician. Now he's trying to be the biggest community organizer the world has ever known, and good for him. We need one these days, we don't need twitter updates. But, what's to say that your employer won't drop health coverage if a public option is being offered? It would save a lot of money for businesses, and that in the end is the bottom line. Shareholders over employees, unless you want to risk your retirement again on your 401k that's up to you. "It's time to give every American the same opportunity we give ourselves", damn straight. That got a thumbs up endorsement from Mccain. But, instead of drug testing our athletes, lets start drug testing our elected officials. How about that? But where are the death panels? Won't all the senior citizens be considered expendable. We will all be required to have health insurance, just like car insurance. Sounds reasonable, no sending a man to the moon or anything like that. By the way, did you hear, we aren't going back to the moon. Too expensive. Too expensive??? They just print more money. That's all. Maybe we didn't go in the first place? I kid I kid. "Significant details need to be ironed out," chuckle chuckle chuckle from the audience. Isn't that the truth. "I just want to hold them accountable." Yeah, no two page TARP application for those guys. The financial institutions sure got it right in the kisser, didn't they. Oh, wait, his whole cabinet is former Wall Street execs. That's right. Tim Geitner, you did one helluva job as Fed Chairman of New York. Good thing you kept it all in line when you were in charge. Now, you're Secretary of the Treasury, going to DisneyWorld next? Hank Paulsen former Treasury Sec. was former Head of Goldman Sachs, and who got a nice big bailout instead of Lehman Brothers, you guessed it, good old Goldman. Anyhow, everyone sitting on their hands during the speech was old and white. That's the party I want to belong to. Ha. But, hey Mr. President, what happened to getting out of Iraq and Afghanistan? What about shutting down Guantanamo? "Hey, my door is always open," if you have enough cash. Sorry, did I just say that. But Mr. President, please end the speech while going for the jugular, bring up Ted Kennedy, and talk about moral issues for social justice and "the character of our country," while our men and women continue to fight in wars we will never win. "I still believe.....", was it his best speech yet? I don't know, but you do have to give us hope, in order to cover up for the things that won't be taken care of. Not much has changed from 4 years ago has it? We just substituted a better speaker. That's all. Hey, did I say that? Sorry, got to take my meds, but hey, at least they're cheaper now.
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Thursday, August 20, 2009
Peace, Love, Dope........
The Global Musings of an Educated Man.......vol.115
Greetings ladies and gentlemen. I'm back from the country we call California. Today's blog will be a travel log of that excursion out west with my future Fiance. So let's begin, as not to take all of your precious time studying up on the health care reform that Democrats and Obama are trying to get passed, which is more than likely just going to throw more gasoline onto the fire that is our national debt, but don't worry about that, marijuana is bad, bad, bad, and there would be no sense legalizing it and taxing the hell out of it to help pay for some health care reform.
We all want to be pro-life but once that baby's out, it's on it's own.
Sorry, about that. I am known to get carried away. Okay, on to the trip. Buy the ticket, take the ride.
On the Saturday of our landing in Colorado for our lay over, our voices were sent over the loud speaker, "Miller and Scharber, please report to gate 31, your flight is waiting." True. Troy and myself having been there years back, not in Denver, but in the airport in Phoenix, drinking to our hearts content on our layover and walking drunk and confidently aboard a plane that was waiting for us to head to San Diego and home of the comic-con, where we would spend quite probably one of the best three day vacations ever. My arms around two cute asian women at the Lamontagne concert at the House of Blues, getting free beer at the Padres game and watching Troy douse himself with water because he was redder than a lobster after spending all day Saturday at Pacific Beach, doing what he does best, mingling with the ladies and trying to score a beach volleyball game. The voice of my brother in his head, "I'll make you guys leave if I have to." The gate attendant behind her desk looking annoyed as I explain that I am Scharber and that I am waiting for my girlfriend, no need to tell her future fiance, is in the bathroom, again, ha. Like we had anything to do with the delay in our take off from Minneapolis because of a thunder cloud. Sheesh. After then landing in San Francisco, and navigating the tram to our rental car, and waiting for about an hour in a stuffy un-air conditioned building, where Johnny Sweatback was noticeably uncomfortable, we got our white Chevy Cobalt and headed for downtown Soma district to our hotel, the Courtyard Marriot. Nice digs. That evening we crossed the Golden Gate bridge to head to my brother's place in Mill Valley, north of San Fran to meet and greet and see my new niece, Mizu, cute as can be, but sassy like her Momma, we headed to Pizza Antiqua for dinner, after of course the twins, Taiki and Tomoki climbed all over uncle Jon-Jon. Wow, they are exhausting. Saturday was a blur. Sunday morning came and Kristal and I walked down to the pier along the Embarcadero to weave our way amongst the vendors and crafts stands and took in some homeless people gazing and street performers playing before meeting up with my brother and the boys for the afternoon baseball game at beautiful AT&T Park where the Giants couldn't keep up with the Reds of Cincinnati, but what a stadium, what a display of media at the game. $8 hot fudge sundaes. No kidding. The Twins would be smart to send some people out there to look at how you do a baseball game right. Beautiful outdoor baseball, seated 29 rows up from first base just under the over hang of the upper deck, awesome seats, thanks mammy for those, priceless. Watching as the boys nervously eyed the cotton-candy man walking up and down the aisles, and my brother teasingly telling them, "I hope he doesn't run out before he gets here," the boys eyes widening in fear. Taiki trying to figure out how exactly to eat the stuff, balling it up on his fingers and my brother, prepared as always ready with the wet-wipes. 6 years old, Montessori kids and smarter than whips, but man oh man is Taiki a troubled eater. Ha. Tomo the general and order maker of the two had no problem.
Starbucks Starbucks Starbucks. They are everywhere out there. On every street. Like homeless people in Key West, Florida.
That evening Kristal and I took in North Beach and I finally made my pilgrimage to City Lights Bookstore, once home to such beatnik luminaries as Kerouac, Ginsberg and Corso. That was my wailing wall. But once again, no air conditioning in there. As Hoium would say, hotter than bologna sticks, and if you ever want to head to a strip club, there is no shortage in North Beach. Seriously, there was more strip clubs in that small part of San Fran than Minneapolis has total. No kidding. We walked around Chinatown that evening as well, and I watched as Kristal's face changed from shock to awe as she saw fresh chickens, dead, hanging in the storefront windows. Funny stuff. At least there was no bugs.
We had dinner at Viva's in North Beach where the server was as cute or cuter than the ambiance. Cute little French girl.
Monday we took the car up the north coast an hour north to Pt. Reyes Station where we took on the windy windy roads, amidst the huge redwoods and cedars, and I watched Kristal hang on to the car for dear life, she was truly frightened that we would fall of the small two lane road and down the hills to where our car would naturally explode like in TV. Kristal finally got to see and experience the ocean, up to her knees, but not by choice. The hot sand almost burning our feet. We then headed to Kristal's favorite destination of the trip, the hippie Mecca, Haight Ashbury. The hippies are still there. Peace love dope. Good thrift stores, and I got a kick out the angry hippie, oxymoron, seriously that was harassing the girls. Tourists tourists tourists. Everywhere. French, Italian, Japanese, middle eastern, you name it you got it. Didn't see Michael Savage though. He's was problem in his
panic room somewhere.
Had dinner at Magnolias in the Haight and thought if you were to live in San Fran, scooters would be the way to go, because the parking sucks.
Tuesday we made our way down to the tourist trap that is Pier 39 and Fisherman's Wharf. Had to see and smell the sea lions. Stinky. T-Shirts t-shirts t-shirts. Had lunch at the In & Out burger and thanked my lucky stars I would never have to work in a place like that. It made the floor of the New York Stock Exchange seem tired.
We then drove up to Twin Peaks but it was way too foggy to get a good view, but it did seem that you would fall through the clouds and were sitting somewhere up in heaven. We then drove down the coast about 20 minutes south of San Fran to a town called Pacifica where we had dinner at the Pacifica Beach Resort. I could live there. Absolutely beautiful. Someday I will.
Wednesday was Alcatraz and Angel Island, and that was an event. An all day event. From 9am to 5pm. The ferry ride to Alcatraz was pretty cool and the audio tour inside the prison was amazing. You can sense the haunting spirits. Definitely worth the price, but you don't need to see Angel Island, or if you do, do it last like we did, or else you'll be asleep by the time you get to Alcatraz. Wednesday night, room service and stallionaires. In bed by 8:30.
Thursday the flight back home.
So there you have it. San Francisco in 5 days, from ultra liberal-tree hugging hippie-progressive thinker Johnny Scharber, and no vitamins either. Damn. "Peace, love, dope, now get the hell outta here!"
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Greetings ladies and gentlemen. I'm back from the country we call California. Today's blog will be a travel log of that excursion out west with my future Fiance. So let's begin, as not to take all of your precious time studying up on the health care reform that Democrats and Obama are trying to get passed, which is more than likely just going to throw more gasoline onto the fire that is our national debt, but don't worry about that, marijuana is bad, bad, bad, and there would be no sense legalizing it and taxing the hell out of it to help pay for some health care reform.
We all want to be pro-life but once that baby's out, it's on it's own.
Sorry, about that. I am known to get carried away. Okay, on to the trip. Buy the ticket, take the ride.
On the Saturday of our landing in Colorado for our lay over, our voices were sent over the loud speaker, "Miller and Scharber, please report to gate 31, your flight is waiting." True. Troy and myself having been there years back, not in Denver, but in the airport in Phoenix, drinking to our hearts content on our layover and walking drunk and confidently aboard a plane that was waiting for us to head to San Diego and home of the comic-con, where we would spend quite probably one of the best three day vacations ever. My arms around two cute asian women at the Lamontagne concert at the House of Blues, getting free beer at the Padres game and watching Troy douse himself with water because he was redder than a lobster after spending all day Saturday at Pacific Beach, doing what he does best, mingling with the ladies and trying to score a beach volleyball game. The voice of my brother in his head, "I'll make you guys leave if I have to." The gate attendant behind her desk looking annoyed as I explain that I am Scharber and that I am waiting for my girlfriend, no need to tell her future fiance, is in the bathroom, again, ha. Like we had anything to do with the delay in our take off from Minneapolis because of a thunder cloud. Sheesh. After then landing in San Francisco, and navigating the tram to our rental car, and waiting for about an hour in a stuffy un-air conditioned building, where Johnny Sweatback was noticeably uncomfortable, we got our white Chevy Cobalt and headed for downtown Soma district to our hotel, the Courtyard Marriot. Nice digs. That evening we crossed the Golden Gate bridge to head to my brother's place in Mill Valley, north of San Fran to meet and greet and see my new niece, Mizu, cute as can be, but sassy like her Momma, we headed to Pizza Antiqua for dinner, after of course the twins, Taiki and Tomoki climbed all over uncle Jon-Jon. Wow, they are exhausting. Saturday was a blur. Sunday morning came and Kristal and I walked down to the pier along the Embarcadero to weave our way amongst the vendors and crafts stands and took in some homeless people gazing and street performers playing before meeting up with my brother and the boys for the afternoon baseball game at beautiful AT&T Park where the Giants couldn't keep up with the Reds of Cincinnati, but what a stadium, what a display of media at the game. $8 hot fudge sundaes. No kidding. The Twins would be smart to send some people out there to look at how you do a baseball game right. Beautiful outdoor baseball, seated 29 rows up from first base just under the over hang of the upper deck, awesome seats, thanks mammy for those, priceless. Watching as the boys nervously eyed the cotton-candy man walking up and down the aisles, and my brother teasingly telling them, "I hope he doesn't run out before he gets here," the boys eyes widening in fear. Taiki trying to figure out how exactly to eat the stuff, balling it up on his fingers and my brother, prepared as always ready with the wet-wipes. 6 years old, Montessori kids and smarter than whips, but man oh man is Taiki a troubled eater. Ha. Tomo the general and order maker of the two had no problem.
Starbucks Starbucks Starbucks. They are everywhere out there. On every street. Like homeless people in Key West, Florida.
That evening Kristal and I took in North Beach and I finally made my pilgrimage to City Lights Bookstore, once home to such beatnik luminaries as Kerouac, Ginsberg and Corso. That was my wailing wall. But once again, no air conditioning in there. As Hoium would say, hotter than bologna sticks, and if you ever want to head to a strip club, there is no shortage in North Beach. Seriously, there was more strip clubs in that small part of San Fran than Minneapolis has total. No kidding. We walked around Chinatown that evening as well, and I watched as Kristal's face changed from shock to awe as she saw fresh chickens, dead, hanging in the storefront windows. Funny stuff. At least there was no bugs.
We had dinner at Viva's in North Beach where the server was as cute or cuter than the ambiance. Cute little French girl.
Monday we took the car up the north coast an hour north to Pt. Reyes Station where we took on the windy windy roads, amidst the huge redwoods and cedars, and I watched Kristal hang on to the car for dear life, she was truly frightened that we would fall of the small two lane road and down the hills to where our car would naturally explode like in TV. Kristal finally got to see and experience the ocean, up to her knees, but not by choice. The hot sand almost burning our feet. We then headed to Kristal's favorite destination of the trip, the hippie Mecca, Haight Ashbury. The hippies are still there. Peace love dope. Good thrift stores, and I got a kick out the angry hippie, oxymoron, seriously that was harassing the girls. Tourists tourists tourists. Everywhere. French, Italian, Japanese, middle eastern, you name it you got it. Didn't see Michael Savage though. He's was problem in his
panic room somewhere.
Had dinner at Magnolias in the Haight and thought if you were to live in San Fran, scooters would be the way to go, because the parking sucks.
Tuesday we made our way down to the tourist trap that is Pier 39 and Fisherman's Wharf. Had to see and smell the sea lions. Stinky. T-Shirts t-shirts t-shirts. Had lunch at the In & Out burger and thanked my lucky stars I would never have to work in a place like that. It made the floor of the New York Stock Exchange seem tired.
We then drove up to Twin Peaks but it was way too foggy to get a good view, but it did seem that you would fall through the clouds and were sitting somewhere up in heaven. We then drove down the coast about 20 minutes south of San Fran to a town called Pacifica where we had dinner at the Pacifica Beach Resort. I could live there. Absolutely beautiful. Someday I will.
Wednesday was Alcatraz and Angel Island, and that was an event. An all day event. From 9am to 5pm. The ferry ride to Alcatraz was pretty cool and the audio tour inside the prison was amazing. You can sense the haunting spirits. Definitely worth the price, but you don't need to see Angel Island, or if you do, do it last like we did, or else you'll be asleep by the time you get to Alcatraz. Wednesday night, room service and stallionaires. In bed by 8:30.
Thursday the flight back home.
So there you have it. San Francisco in 5 days, from ultra liberal-tree hugging hippie-progressive thinker Johnny Scharber, and no vitamins either. Damn. "Peace, love, dope, now get the hell outta here!"
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Saturday, August 15, 2009
Some Fun Facts from the fallout
The Global Musings of an Educated Man......vol.114
This comes from true revolutionary, David Icke and his brilliant research. I think I smell a rat, don't you?
The bailouts were instigated by Boy Bush Treasury Secretary, Henry 'Hank' Paulson, who was chairman and CEO of Goldman Sachs before he joined the government in 2006. As one article said: 'The Secretary of the Treasury, who used to be the Goldman CEO, just spent $85 billion to buy a failing insurance giant that happened to owe his former firm a lot of money. Does that smell right to you?'
No, it's crooked, because Paulson is crooked, a man spawned by a company that is based on crooked and controlled by the Rothschilds who could have invented the word.
Paulson appointed former Goldman Sachs vice-president, Neel Kashkari, to decide who got the bailout money as head of the Office of Financial Stability. Kashkari, in turn, appointed Reuben Jeffery, a Managing Partner at Goldman Sachs, as interim chief investment officer.
Other important players in the Treasury were Dan Jester, Steve Shafran, Edward C Forst, and Robert K Steel, all Goldman people. Goldman executives at the key New York Federal Reserve Bank were also involved in the bailout discussions, including Stephen Friedman (Rothschild Zionist), the head of the board of governors.
Bill Clinton's Treasury Secretary, Robert Rubin (Rothschild Zionist), who did so much to prepare the ground for the collapse of 2008, was CEO at Goldman Sachs. Rubin, the Co-Chairman of the Council on Foreign Relations, was also named in Obama's interim team.
Two of Rubin's 'protégés', Timothy Geithner (Rothschild Zionist) and Larry Summers (Rothschild Zionist), were appointed by Obama to decide his economic policy. Goldman Sachs paid Summers $135,000 for a single day's 'appearance' in 2008. Geithner, a former executive of Kissinger Associates and member of the Council on Foreign Relations, appointed Goldman Sachs lobbyist, Mark Patterson, as his chief of staff at the Treasury.
Who was the biggest single private donor to Obama's election campaign? Goldman Sachs.
Paulson appointed former Goldman Sachs vice-president, Neel Kashkari, to decide who got the bailout money as head of the Office of Financial Stability. Kashkari, in turn, appointed Reuben Jeffery, a Managing Partner at Goldman Sachs, as interim chief investment officer.
Other important players in the Treasury were Dan Jester, Steve Shafran, Edward C Forst, and Robert K Steel, all Goldman people. Goldman executives at the key New York Federal Reserve Bank were also involved in the bailout discussions, including Stephen Friedman (Rothschild Zionist), the head of the board of governors.
Bill Clinton's Treasury Secretary, Robert Rubin (Rothschild Zionist), who did so much to prepare the ground for the collapse of 2008, was CEO at Goldman Sachs. Rubin, the Co-Chairman of the Council on Foreign Relations, was also named in Obama's interim team.
Two of Rubin's 'protégés', Timothy Geithner (Rothschild Zionist) and Larry Summers (Rothschild Zionist), were appointed by Obama to decide his economic policy. Goldman Sachs paid Summers $135,000 for a single day's 'appearance' in 2008. Geithner, a former executive of Kissinger Associates and member of the Council on Foreign Relations, appointed Goldman Sachs lobbyist, Mark Patterson, as his chief of staff at the Treasury.
Who was the biggest single private donor to Obama's election campaign? Goldman Sachs.
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Sunday, June 21, 2009
"A green plastic watering can...for a fake Chinese rubber plant...."
The Global Musings of an Educated Man........vol.113
I will begin this entry from the days of the summer of 1994. It is off the beaten path and having little to do if anything at all with Father's Day, but I am overwhelmed with nostalgia and music and the fact that I have had these notes for some time now and it has been rather elongated in the terms of linear space and time since I posted anything new . What I am trying to get at, to quote former Eagle, Don Henley is "the heart of the matter", the times of days of old and the soundtrack that went along with it when we were young and naive and had never heard of anything like 9/11 or Columbine of I-Pods. I return again to particularly the sonic sound burst of music from Radiohead.
Pablo Honey- beginning with the opening track, there is no hint at what's to come for this band from Oxford. No one would think that in 3 to 4 short years a band that was putting out the song "You", would create the seminal works of The Bends, Ok Computer and Kid A. But that thought is quickly discarded along with the notion that Oasis is the better band, I know, coming from me, back then would have been blasphemy, but get a grip, people change, sometimes for the worse, sometimes for the better, after getting to their second track on the album, "Creep". A song any boy in his late teens and early twenties can relate to. Unless of course you've never kissed a girl or dumped your would be girlfriend on the curb outside of Barnes and Noble in Blaine and caught her completely off guard. I apologise for that Kim.
There were hints by the end of Pablo Honey of what was to come, but nothing of the sort of what I firmly believe may be the best album of the 90's, The Bends. The memories of the 1st Avenue concert in the early summer of 1995 or was it 96'? It's difficult to remember, being the haze and all. Passing the one hitter back and forth and round and round inside Hambone's little red Civic between Fernando, Jeff, Hambone and myself, as we cruised down 94East to the parking lot that straddled 394 and provided many pre game moments, while we followed Minn and Hoium in Wang's little blue Ford Ranger, fresh from works bomb spills on the dashboard. By the way, does anyone know where the tape is? Trailer people. Ha ha ha.
Running across the highway to the concert as fast as young male inebriated individuals can run. Good times. The image of Hambone throwing up into a garbage can inside 1st Avenue, as it being I believe, the first time that he participated in, to coin a phrase from TT boy the "hippie lettuce". Then again it's better than doing it in line while outside of 1st Avenue. You know who you are.
It is watching Jeff Olson, now a father of three, wow, that blows my mind, play the air guitar to the Statue of Liberty riff on the "The bends", or myself, discussing the hidden meaning of the breast implant theory to "Fake Plastic Trees" with Fernando and Karla, sitting in my blue Plymouth Sundance outside the fenced in tennis court off of University Avenue in Fridley on an ordinary afternoon sometime in the mid 90's. Ahhh, to be young again. To be continued..............
Happy Father's Day.
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I will begin this entry from the days of the summer of 1994. It is off the beaten path and having little to do if anything at all with Father's Day, but I am overwhelmed with nostalgia and music and the fact that I have had these notes for some time now and it has been rather elongated in the terms of linear space and time since I posted anything new . What I am trying to get at, to quote former Eagle, Don Henley is "the heart of the matter", the times of days of old and the soundtrack that went along with it when we were young and naive and had never heard of anything like 9/11 or Columbine of I-Pods. I return again to particularly the sonic sound burst of music from Radiohead.
Pablo Honey- beginning with the opening track, there is no hint at what's to come for this band from Oxford. No one would think that in 3 to 4 short years a band that was putting out the song "You", would create the seminal works of The Bends, Ok Computer and Kid A. But that thought is quickly discarded along with the notion that Oasis is the better band, I know, coming from me, back then would have been blasphemy, but get a grip, people change, sometimes for the worse, sometimes for the better, after getting to their second track on the album, "Creep". A song any boy in his late teens and early twenties can relate to. Unless of course you've never kissed a girl or dumped your would be girlfriend on the curb outside of Barnes and Noble in Blaine and caught her completely off guard. I apologise for that Kim.
There were hints by the end of Pablo Honey of what was to come, but nothing of the sort of what I firmly believe may be the best album of the 90's, The Bends. The memories of the 1st Avenue concert in the early summer of 1995 or was it 96'? It's difficult to remember, being the haze and all. Passing the one hitter back and forth and round and round inside Hambone's little red Civic between Fernando, Jeff, Hambone and myself, as we cruised down 94East to the parking lot that straddled 394 and provided many pre game moments, while we followed Minn and Hoium in Wang's little blue Ford Ranger, fresh from works bomb spills on the dashboard. By the way, does anyone know where the tape is? Trailer people. Ha ha ha.
Running across the highway to the concert as fast as young male inebriated individuals can run. Good times. The image of Hambone throwing up into a garbage can inside 1st Avenue, as it being I believe, the first time that he participated in, to coin a phrase from TT boy the "hippie lettuce". Then again it's better than doing it in line while outside of 1st Avenue. You know who you are.
It is watching Jeff Olson, now a father of three, wow, that blows my mind, play the air guitar to the Statue of Liberty riff on the "The bends", or myself, discussing the hidden meaning of the breast implant theory to "Fake Plastic Trees" with Fernando and Karla, sitting in my blue Plymouth Sundance outside the fenced in tennis court off of University Avenue in Fridley on an ordinary afternoon sometime in the mid 90's. Ahhh, to be young again. To be continued..............
Happy Father's Day.
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Saturday, May 9, 2009
"When you think that you've lost everything.....you find, you could always lose a little more." Dylan
The Global Musings of an Educated Man.........vol.112
Man oh man, even the panic created by the media who are trying to save their precious newspapers and their Swine Flu cannot stop the rally on Wall Street. But then again, when has logic and common sense ever been hand in hand with Wall Street? With the speed of everything "quickening", will the pace of the upswing be as fast as the collapse of October 08'? Will it rebound off the wall like a billiard ball off the green felt and will more and more people being seeing green by the end of the year instead of red? Only time will tell. Oh, and will Brett Favre be a Viking? And wouldn't it be ironic, that the only way the Vikings win a Super-Bowl would be with an ex-Green Bay Packer quarterback. Or, will Bud Grant think he's a moose and shoot him?
Was the global economic collapse coordinated with the intent of starting over with a clean slate in place throughout the world, to impose the rules of the Chicago School of Economics main theory of "laissez-faire" fostered by Nobel Prize winner economist Milton Friedman?
"that Chile under Chicago School rule was offering a glimpse of the future of the global economy, a pattern that would repeat again and again, from Russia to South Africa to Argentina: an urban bubble of frenetic speculation and dubious accounting fueling super profits and frantic consumerism, ringed by the ghostly factories and rotting infrastructure of a development past; roughly half the population excluded from the economy altogether; out-of-control corruption and cronyism; decimation of nationally owned small and medium-sized businesses; a huge transfer of wealth from public to private hands, followed by a huge transfer of private debts into public hands." Naomi Klein The Shock Doctrine: The Rise of Disaster Capitalism (2007)
Can we say "Bail-out"?? Eerily clairvoyant.
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Man oh man, even the panic created by the media who are trying to save their precious newspapers and their Swine Flu cannot stop the rally on Wall Street. But then again, when has logic and common sense ever been hand in hand with Wall Street? With the speed of everything "quickening", will the pace of the upswing be as fast as the collapse of October 08'? Will it rebound off the wall like a billiard ball off the green felt and will more and more people being seeing green by the end of the year instead of red? Only time will tell. Oh, and will Brett Favre be a Viking? And wouldn't it be ironic, that the only way the Vikings win a Super-Bowl would be with an ex-Green Bay Packer quarterback. Or, will Bud Grant think he's a moose and shoot him?
Was the global economic collapse coordinated with the intent of starting over with a clean slate in place throughout the world, to impose the rules of the Chicago School of Economics main theory of "laissez-faire" fostered by Nobel Prize winner economist Milton Friedman?
"that Chile under Chicago School rule was offering a glimpse of the future of the global economy, a pattern that would repeat again and again, from Russia to South Africa to Argentina: an urban bubble of frenetic speculation and dubious accounting fueling super profits and frantic consumerism, ringed by the ghostly factories and rotting infrastructure of a development past; roughly half the population excluded from the economy altogether; out-of-control corruption and cronyism; decimation of nationally owned small and medium-sized businesses; a huge transfer of wealth from public to private hands, followed by a huge transfer of private debts into public hands." Naomi Klein The Shock Doctrine: The Rise of Disaster Capitalism (2007)
Can we say "Bail-out"?? Eerily clairvoyant.
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Sunday, April 26, 2009
"My policy is to have no policy"....................founder of the Republican Party, Abraham Lincoln, (take that Rush Limbaugh)
The Global Musings of an Educated Man.........vol.111
The spring rain is greeting my backyard window pane with the pitter patter of falling feet touching the glass from God's outstretched toes that seem to need their nails clipped, and touching down on the deck and stucco that bounces to the ever greening grass below. Puddles form along the side streets and the brick brack courtyards church bells ring to the drive way behind the house and beyond. And yet I still sit wondering, will I get the Swine Flu? Is this the pestilence that was warned about thousands of years ago by a distant relative on the island of Patmos? Are we hearing wars and rumors of more wars amongst the people picketing against the higher taxes and ever expanding reach of bigger brother's federal government as we slowly slide to a global centralized bank in the hands of a waiting dictator who will have all the power in the world to do whatever he or she may want? Or am I on too many medications like the rest of America and the quickly growing population of the world to notice or to be trusted with knowing the difference? Or is it all going to end on the 21st of December in 2012? I know that I always have many questions to ask and may from the fringe think too far "out there" for some people to truly accept, but I must digress and ask questions that interest me, like did Dan Zamlen get abducted by the Smiley Face Killers or did he just drink too much and fall into the river in the early morning hours of Sunday April the 5th outside of St. Thomas University on the corner of St. Clair and Mississippi Blvd, like apparently so many young college aged men appeared to have done in the last twelve years, not to mention the 8, yes 8 that have met their tragic fate in the small college town of Lacrosse Wisconsin, or do men really like to go swimming when they're drunk? And if so, why oh why is marijuana still illegal? I will never stop believing that it should be emancipated like the slaves of old by father Abraham, although knowing that there are some things people just cannot handle. Like Gay marriage being legal in that state of cornfields we call Iowa, but not in the liberal elite land of California???? Oh, is it safe to eat ham or bacon with my classic eggs favorite from Perkins? Peanuts aren't going to kill us anymore are they mother? I can have peanut butter and honey sandwiches and live right? Please just let me watch my baseball on a rainy Sunday afternoon on channel 29, cause I don't even have cable, and continue to naively believe that hopefully the people in power know what they're doing and that they will one day get it right.
Until next time, open arms and open minds. Just please, cover your mouth will ya.
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The spring rain is greeting my backyard window pane with the pitter patter of falling feet touching the glass from God's outstretched toes that seem to need their nails clipped, and touching down on the deck and stucco that bounces to the ever greening grass below. Puddles form along the side streets and the brick brack courtyards church bells ring to the drive way behind the house and beyond. And yet I still sit wondering, will I get the Swine Flu? Is this the pestilence that was warned about thousands of years ago by a distant relative on the island of Patmos? Are we hearing wars and rumors of more wars amongst the people picketing against the higher taxes and ever expanding reach of bigger brother's federal government as we slowly slide to a global centralized bank in the hands of a waiting dictator who will have all the power in the world to do whatever he or she may want? Or am I on too many medications like the rest of America and the quickly growing population of the world to notice or to be trusted with knowing the difference? Or is it all going to end on the 21st of December in 2012? I know that I always have many questions to ask and may from the fringe think too far "out there" for some people to truly accept, but I must digress and ask questions that interest me, like did Dan Zamlen get abducted by the Smiley Face Killers or did he just drink too much and fall into the river in the early morning hours of Sunday April the 5th outside of St. Thomas University on the corner of St. Clair and Mississippi Blvd, like apparently so many young college aged men appeared to have done in the last twelve years, not to mention the 8, yes 8 that have met their tragic fate in the small college town of Lacrosse Wisconsin, or do men really like to go swimming when they're drunk? And if so, why oh why is marijuana still illegal? I will never stop believing that it should be emancipated like the slaves of old by father Abraham, although knowing that there are some things people just cannot handle. Like Gay marriage being legal in that state of cornfields we call Iowa, but not in the liberal elite land of California???? Oh, is it safe to eat ham or bacon with my classic eggs favorite from Perkins? Peanuts aren't going to kill us anymore are they mother? I can have peanut butter and honey sandwiches and live right? Please just let me watch my baseball on a rainy Sunday afternoon on channel 29, cause I don't even have cable, and continue to naively believe that hopefully the people in power know what they're doing and that they will one day get it right.
Until next time, open arms and open minds. Just please, cover your mouth will ya.
Windows Live™ SkyDrive™: Get 25 GB of free online storage. Check it out.
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