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Monday, November 5, 2012

Romney/Ryan 2012


Tonight we had friends over, and when the subject turned to the upcoming election one of them trotted out the tired and most damaging of memes: the only choice at the polls is whether to vote for the jerk or the fool.

I was quick to disagree. In my opinion only a fool or a jerk would believe such a thing. It’s cynical, intellectually lazy, and at its heart it undermines the validity of the democratic process. It’s also categorically untrue.

I’m a partisan voter; in the six Presidential elections in which I’ve taken part (including Tuesday’s) I’ve never once crossed the aisle.  Yet you won’t catch me saying that any of the six Democrats I’ve voted against were evil, stupid, unpatriotic, or any of the other vapid insults we’re so quick to throw at politicians; ditto of course for the folks I’ve voted ‘for’.  Heck, going back my entire lifetime I’d say that the only truly questionable character on a Presidential ticket would be John Edwards, and even then the worst of his sins seem confined to abhorrent choices in his personal life.

 They disagree with me, I disagree with them, and sure, I believe this country would be better off if Obama and Carter had never got their hands on the Oval Office; much better in fact. So what? It’s possible to disagree with another human being without adopting the idiotic notion that they therefore they must be in cahoots with the devil. 

[While I’m on the subject, I wish people would stop complaining about political ads and the ‘wasteful’ expense of campaigning. Americans spend more money on Halloween candy and costumes each year than our country does on elections. Keep things in perspective and say “thank you” for living in a country where your opinion is courted and valued by those in power]

Anyhow . . .

This site began in November of 2004 as a political blog, a place for me to espouse the strong political opinions I had at the time. I still have my opinions of course, tempered perhaps by time and maturity, but I rarely express them here. I’m more comfortable with this blog in its current incarnation as a more casual, family  friendly destination.

But given the importance of tomorrow’s election, I’m going to step out of the shadows and give you my two cents.



You heard me say that I’m a partisan voter (nationally at least) so it’s no surprise then that I’m voting for Mitt Romney.  Now, I don’t always vote with enthusiasm (I thought Dole was the wrong candidate in ’96, and McCain seemed like a default choice in ’08, nothing more), but in this case, I’m 100% in Mitt’s corner, and it ISN’T because of the ‘R’ next to his name. Heck, some of it isn’t about Romney at all, but rather the need to objectively evaluate the current President and act accordingly.



So that’s the route I’m going to take here; I won’t waste my breath promoting Romney (although I’m keen to do so), because you’ll just chalk it up to partisan banter. Assuming you are still on the fence, what’s really going to change your mind? Party propaganda from either side, or a blunt evaluation of the situation this country is facing and what the guy in charge has - or hasn’t - done?  Exactly. So here goes.

Different times call for different Presidential priorities. But given the clear and present situation that has existed from 2008 to the present, as well as Obama’s stated goals, I believe it would be foolish to judge his Presidency on anything more or less than two subjects: the health of the economy and the War on Terror. 

The economy wallows in misery, with unemployment figures skewed by whole swatches of workers that have abandoned the search for a job or settled for wages far less than their prior salary. The scary part? Even with those American’s dropped from the official tally - and I was one of them, so they do exist, and in droves- the unemployment rate remains steady month after miserable month. A few months ago Politifact confirmed that we had, at that time, suffered 43 consecutive months of unemployment over 8%, the longest such streak since the Great Depression.

 It gets worse. The debt Obama promised to halve has now grown to a record $16 trillion. Foreclosures abound, in such numbers that here in Milwaukee the police distributed flyers encouraging people to keep an eye on abandoned property. 47 million Americans – a record number – now depend on Food Stamps to survive.

By any stretch of accountability, Obama’s domestic policy has failed.

He promises, as he has before, that things will change. Invest in teachers, he says (‘invest’ being Obama-speak for ‘spend taxpayer money’)  Hiring a kindergarten teacher may improve our economic strength in 2030, when her charges are in the workforce, but it does nothing to alleviate the pain of today. He has talked of making a Cabinet position for ‘Business’,  a ludicrous notion that only reinforces the fact that for Obama capitalism is something best managed and controlled by bureaucracy.

Meanwhile, he attacks Mitt Romney for the mortal sin of being successful, more than happy, as always, to divide this nation into competing camps. Obama’s people have equated success with villainy, and fostered the bizarre notion that somehow only the mediocre should have claim to office. It has reared its head in the Wisconsin Senate race as well, where Tommy Thompson is castigated for the dastardly deed of making money in the private sector.  It’s a notion that is both asinine and counter-productive. There’s a reason why, at this point, I should not be placed in a position of guiding a nations economy, that being I am no good at making money.  Neither is Obama, a fact we’ve learned the hard way in the last four years.

On foreign policy Obama gets points for eliminating Osama Bin Laden, ‘tho I do believe any POTUS would have done the same.  He has kept many Bush era policies in place, a huge plus in my book/a minus against him for liberals. He has often pursued the War on Terror, at least publicly, by resorting to drone warfare rather than boots on the ground, and while I disagree with this (collateral damage and a lack of accountability are my objections) it appears to have had no immediate backlash.  On the other hand his casual acceptance of/absentee leadership during the Arab Spring showed, IMO, an alarming lack of common sense, allowing regimes potentially allied against the US to take power. He has time and again showed a willingness to bow (literally and figuratively) before Muslim interests, frequently sides against Israel, seems content to let Iran sit on the back burner unless pushed by the media, and has been content to let Syria bask in Civil War while inexplicably having chosen to interfere in Libya’s internal disputes. And how did that new Libyan regime work out? Oh, yes. Our Embassy was overrun and our Ambassador murdered.

He has not done as bad a job as I feared on foreign policy, largely because he has kept a number of key Bush policies or motions in play, and shown himself to be closer to the center on this than advertised in 2008.  But ‘not awful’ is not the same as ‘adequate’ or ‘good’.

Once again, if you are undecided look around you.  You see a country suffering economically and holding its own overseas, but with some disturbing trouble on the horizon. Looking back on the last four years, can you honestly say Obama lived up to his promises? That his leadership was optimal for this country? That he helped the economy or strengthened us overseas? Can you honestly say you are better off now than four years ago?

I know the answer to all of those questions: NO.

Obama had his chance. He failed, and it’s time for new leadership.

Join me in voting for Mitt Romney and Paul Ryan tomorrow. You won’t be sorry.



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So why Romney? Isn’t he the guy who said he didn’t care about 47% of the country? Isn’t he a rich guy who said college kids should borrow money from their [equally poor] parents? As someone who routinely sticks his foot in his mouth or finds the wrong word slipping out of my mouth, I refuse to judge someone on a fumbled soundbite  What he was saying about the 47% was true – 47% of the country is on the hook to Obama and therefore, for the purpose of the campaign , not worth the effort of courting. [by the same token, I doubt Obama is seriously wooing evangelical Christian gun-owners] That doesn’t equate to “wants to be President for only the upper half”.  As for the ‘borrow’ comment, I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt, but note that if he did mean it as stated he was way out of touch, but was certainly educated  after the media backlash.

BTW – I really was eager to promote Romney. I’ve read his book, and several of his position papers. While I didn’t agree with 100% of what he espoused I finished the reading with an appreciation for the vision and integrity of the man. More importantly, he has concrete ideas that are built on more than empty platitudes and chants of ‘hope/change’.  If he is elected, I encourage you to read up on the man and his ideas. Even if you didn’t vote for him, I think you’ll walk away with a grudging respect and true hope for the future of America.

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If you’re in Wisconsin, another choice should be clear: vote for Tommy Thompson for US Senate. Frankly, I find it disturbing that such a far Left candidate as Tammy Baldwin has gained this much traction against the clearly more qualified Thompson. Vote Tommy!





Sunday, November 4, 2012

The Drop Forge

Four Flicks



247°F is a horror film about a group of twenty-something’s who find themselves locked in a sauna as it creeps towards the titular 247°, which we’re told is the temperature that causes death. (This, believe it or not, was a Lisa pick. Have I mentioned I love that lady?) I should say it’s billed as a horror film, but I’d consider it more of a thriller, and then only nominally. There are no real scares here, and the characters are so thinly constructed it’s hard to  pick someone to root for – although the blonde guy gets my vote, simply by being the most recognizably adult of the bunch. One thing though: if you’re locked in a sauna that’s approaching 200°shouldn’t there be, oh, I don’t know, a lot of sweat? Apparently the production couldn’t afford more than the occasional sprits from a water bottle during pivotal scenes. Grade: C-



I began to worry about Barricade when I popped in the DVD and was treated to five minutes of WWE wrestling previews. Greeeeaaaat – a movie produced by a wrestling outfit; stand by Oscar committee.  Putting that bad omen aside, I gave the movie an honest shot. The movie stars  Eric McCormack (Will of Will and Grace) as a recent widower who takes his two young children to an isolated winter cabin to celebrate Christmas. Something happens – be it supernatural, man-made, or otherwise – and the family finds themselves frantically barricading themselves in for their very survival. I found the plot woefully transparent yet orchestrated sloppily, leading to confusion (and boredom) for most of the movie’s duration. I wasn’t keen on this one. Grade: D+


I had the opposite experience with the charming Safety Not Guaranteed.  A man posts a classified ad looking for a companion to travel back in time with him, and a local magazine jumps on the chance to do a feature on the guy. Aubrey Plaza plays the magazine intern saddled with the task of landing the time travel gig, but it’s not long before she begins to think of the purported time traveler as more than just an interesting subject for an article.  This movie is sweet, quirky, and overall a joy to watch. We greatly enjoyed it. Grade: A


Nearly as impressive was Sound of My Voice.  Maggie is an enigmatic young woman, purportedly from the future, who has began to amass a small cult following in the basement of a local home. A young couple is determined to expose the dangers of the cult, but when they infiltrate the group they find themselves slowly corrupted by Maggie’s influence.  Is Maggie a true danger? Is she a charlatan, or could she be just what she says she is – a prophet from decades down the road? This is a crisp, smartly done film that is weakened by an ambiguous/’twist’ ending I could have done without. Even so, I grade this a solid A/A-

Spoiler alert: Was the child really Maggie’s Mom? Is that proof she’s from the future? I vote no – the child is never seen in the company of her mother, and I’d wager that Maggie is in fact the child’s mother, not vice versa. I am a little confused about the Justice agent’s odd behavior in the hotel room, leading me to think she’s not who she says she is, but the police presence at the end appears to back up her story.

Found it!

A few months ago I cut myself shaving before Job Part Time and bled out for the customers for at least an hour. Icky eww. Since then I have engaged in a non-stop search for a Styptic pencil ,the white chalky pencils that, when applied to a razor cut, will make you screech in agony but also cauterize the wound. Wal-Mart, Walgreens, Pic N’ Save, Target, all came up empty. And then, while in line at the local Piggaly Wiggaly (Shop the Pig!), there it was, right next to the Skittles and Snickers in the checkout line! You betcha I scooped one up, and have since added it to my growing and ever-present grooming kit.

Saturday, November 3, 2012

I Adore This Image

Draw the Dark by Ilsa J Bick

I’ve finished reading “Draw the Dark” by Ilsa J Bick. The book is set in Winter, Wisconsin, where a teen age boy begins to draw disturbing images of the past, images that feel more and more real as time goes on. Winter has seen its share of death and secrets, and something wants those secrets revealed . . . This is a young adult novel given to me by YaYa. The book failed to hook her and she never finished it, but I thought it was quite compelling and very well done. I’m going to encourage YaYa to give it another shot. Grade: B+ Book #86 of the year

Friday, November 2, 2012

Cheaper by the Dozen (by Frank B Gilbreth Jr and Ernestine Gilbreth Carey)

Thursday I bought a copy of Cheaper by the Dozen (by Frank B Gilbreth Jr and Ernestine Gilbreth Carey) at a local Goodwill. It’s the memoir of a family of 12 children growing up in the first two decades of the 20th century, and is the basis for both the Steve Martin and Clifton Webb movies of the same name. More specifically it’s their memories of their Dad, a famous efficiency expert who drilled them like little soldiers but never failed to show them love and affection, mixed in with plenty of laughs and smiles. It’s a heartwarming book that holds up very well given its age (original printing appears to be 1948) and I think the Dad is a role model for every father out there. This book is grand. Grade: A+ Book #85 of the year

We Go Feed the Ducks!

A few days after the trip to the skating rink I walked the kids (minus YaYa, who was at Grandma’s, and *plus* Mary, one of Lu’s friends that had slept over) to the park. 

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The goal was to feed the ducks at the pond. In my youth, that was a simple, legal and frequent accomplishment. I remember both my parent’s taking me, separately and together, to toss an old loaf’s worth of bread to the birds many times.

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Alas, feeding them is now verboten. I believe the thinking goes that it disturbs their natural instincts and delays their migration, in turn disrupting their reproductive and life cycle. No doubt the scientists are right, and eleven years into fatherhood I had yet to ignore their commands. Then I decided, what the heck; ya only live once.

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Smiley, despite loving birds and ducks in particular (he carries a mallard stuffed animal called “Ducky” everywhere) was initially very against this trip, as he is a strong believer in law and order. Soon, however, the beauty of the birds and their affection for his bread won him over!

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Here’s a duck that looks just like his stuffed animal, btw:

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Anyhow, there’s not a lot of ‘meat’ to this story. We walked there, we fed the ducks, drawing the attention of every goose and duck in the park, the kids had a blast and we walked home.

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 I suppose, looking back, that I could point out how the kids tried to parcel the food out to the tiniest or loneliest of the birds, something that was sweet but didn’t work out so well in the cutthroat world of nature, where the fastest and strongest birds often beat them to the goodies.

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There was also this fine creature, a super aggressive, not so intelligent or steady goose that wandered out of the water, over the rocks and right up to me looking for spoils. Years ago I detested the geese for the mess their droppings make in the park, but as in most regards I have mellowed with time, and I thought this bird was rather adorable.

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Will we feed the birds again? Eh, I do tend to abide by the law and the well-being of the ecosystem, so I’m leaning towards no . . . but maybe just once or twice. We’ll have to see J
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Thursday, November 1, 2012

500 Years Ago Today

500 yrs ago today the ceiling of the Sistene Chapel was unveiled to the public.

YaYa gets a new cast


OMG - RIP

Former major league pitcher Pascual Perez was machete'd to death in his Dominican home during an apparent robbery.. A colorful character on the field, he compiled a 67-68 record with a 3.44 ERA and 822 strikeouts for the Pirates, Braves, Expos and Yankees between 1980 and 1991. RIP.

3 books, and some other schtuff too

On her birthday I took YaYa to the orthopedic doctor in hopes her full arm cast could be changed to a ‘shorty’ – no such luck. She’ll have to wait until the 1st for relief. Afterwards I took her to Barnes and Noble to spend $50 in gift cards she got at her party, and to Target where she used birthday gift cards to buy the new Taylor Swift and Christina Perri CD’s.

Speaking of music: I am proud to say that if an MJ song comes on the radio and, after only a few seconds I ask “Who is this?” all of my kids inevitably scream “Michael Jackson!”

I listened to part of Game 2 of the World Series on a Canadian radio station that mysteriously came in on the way to work. It was either from Toronto or Montreal; while it was English language, there were advertisements that mentioned both cities.



I’ve finished reading Edison and the Electric Chair: A Story of Light and Death by Mark Essig, an account of the invention of the light bulb and the contentious invention of the electric chair in its wake. Edison, while an opponent of the death penalty, advocated the chair as a humane method of execution; but he also took care to make sure that rival technology was used for it, equating his rivals work with danger in the eyes of the public. I enjoyed the book and grade it an A-   Book # 82 of the year



On the 26th I completed reading The Killing Zone: My Life in the Vietnam War by [2nd Lieutenant] Frederick Downs. [It was one of three Vietnam history paperbacks I bought off of Ebay a few months back; the cost for all three, including shipping? $1.99.] The book covers a period in late ’67 when Downs was a fresh faced lieutenant in the Central Highlands of Vietnam. It’s very readable, honest in its depictions of combat and the treatment of civilians, and I recommend it. I detested the constant use of the term ‘dinks’ to describe just about any Vietnamese, but I’m sure that’s just staying true to the language of that platoon at the time. Grade: B+  Book #83 of the year.


  
Early on the 28th I finished reading No Safety In Numbers by Dayna Lorentz. This is a new release, young-adult hardcover YaYa bought on her birthday. She read it and highly recommended it, so I gave it a shot. It’s a novel about a shopping mall that’s hit with a biological weapon, forcing the patrons to remain quarantined inside. Order and civility collapse as the number of dead and dying grow, and the characters – mainly teenagers – must do their best to survive the chaos. There were a few very short but suggestive scenes that I wasn’t happy YaYa read, and I think the mall patrons were far too willing to surrender their freedom at the onset, but aside from that I enjoyed it. Grade: B+ Book #84 of the year

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Finally

This morning, 8.5 months after I was hired on as 'seasonal' help, my employer asked me to stay on as a full-time, benefit employee. Good to finally hear those words :)

We go Skating - and YaYa breaks her wrist!


First off, ignore the ‘date stamp’ on these pictures. I assure you, we did not time travel back to 2007 just to enjoy a trip to the roller rink. It was Wednesday October 10th, 2012.

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Ginger, our favorite little BookEnd, had been shuffling along inside the house for weeks on roller skates. Because of that practice time she had become mildly proficient in both sorta-skating and looking like a goofy-goof, so Lisa and I both figured it was time she was introduced to the wider world of roller-rinks.

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Luckily, one of the two local skate rinks has a $15 family special on Wednesday nights, so it didn't hurt my pocketbook as much as I feared.

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We had a blast. YaYa, who skipped volleyball practice for the trip, was in a great mood. She won the limbo contest (I’d pegged Ginger to win but she disqualified herself in a late round by touching the ground with her hand) and skated around the rink a few times holding my hand. Not that she can’t skate mind you – she’s very good – she was just feeling all warm and fuzzy.

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Meanwhile LuLu was more than holding her own, Ginger barely needed any assistance and she kept on truckin’ around and around on her own, tho' ol' droopy pants Daddy held her hand once in awhile

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 Lisa sat out due to a back injury, and Smiley . . . well, Smiley clung to the wall and eventually was taken under the wing of the DJ/host, who tried to teach him how to overcome his fear and learn to (properly) skate.

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We were enjoying a pizza when the DJ announced the ‘Red Light/Green Light Game” and the kids hurried out to play. Eventually it boiled down to YaYa and a boy. The other kid was stopped all of five feet from the wall/finishing line whereas YaYa was 15 feet or so back. No matter; YaYa launched herself at break neck speed , passing the kid and reaching the finishing wall – also at break neck speed. She collided with it at full throttle and collapsed to the ground. I was soon paged overhead and skated out to her.

“Get up YaYa,” I said kindly. She was writhing on the ground, holding her left arm.

“She can’t,” the DJ said, “she’s hurt her arm”

“Hurting her arm doesn’t make her legs stop working. Get up,” I said. What? You thought I’d carry the kid off the skating floor? She’s 11, and I was wearing skates. Get real!

It was obvious there was something wrong, and with my error with Smiley’s broken foot (you might recall I delayed taking him in to the doctor for a day, convinced it was a sprain, there was no delay. We packed up our stuff – rather piqued that a girl YaYa had befriended offered only the quickest expression of sympathy – and left.

I had to go to work within 90 minutes, but I dropped Lisa and YaYa off at the emergency room, where my Mother-in-law later joined them and gave them a ride home. The verdict was clear cut: a clean break (what they called a “young tree” snap) of the left wrist.) To immobile it they gave her a purple full arm cast, heralding the end of her 2012 volleyball season.

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Not the greatest end to the night, but for 95% of the evening a great and special time for Team Slap. 

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Junie and Me

Wrong Mail

Today our mail carrier MIS-delivered to us two Amazon packages and an accounts receivable check for a local company. The latter is SOL - I'm not traipsing across town, so I just popped it back in the mailbox, but Junie and I set off to walk the wayward packages home to their rightful owner. Alas, they belonged to someone with a Tammy Baldwin lawn sign, but what the heck - "do good and care not to whom".

Monday, October 29, 2012

My Day

the day to date: thumb still shudda had stitches, looks gnarly. Lisa better but not 100%. took Lisa to breakfast at Webb's then watched a couple films before napping; did 4 loads of wash, then went with Smiley on a long walk. Returned home to a Junie who was upset that she hadn't gone with us; took her for a walk to make her feel better. Socialist came over to visit and discuss fantasy football, now planning to settle in front of the TV with Lis. 

A Long Sunday

I'd survived the workweek without getting more than 5 hours of sleep on any day, and less on most, so I'd planned to sleep all day Sunday. HaHa. Had to shuffle the kids around, sliced my thumb bad enough that it legitimately needed a stitch or two (but didn't go), Lisa got sick after work, and of course one has to watch The Amazing Race, no?

Kudos to the kids for listening to me for once and going easy on their Mom, wishing her well and giving her a wide berth ('tho Smiley tried to pamper her lol). Slept well overnight, hope to hit some DVD's and laundry while Lisa gets better . . .

Good Point

Americans spend more on Halloween costumes and candy then the total of all the money spent on the US Presidential election, so quit whining about the financial cost of a participatory government.