Friday, July 24, 2009

Independence

Ladies and gentlemen, from birth, the goal of any free- thinking, capable citizen should be independence. Independence, in the sense that we can help ourselves with or without the government, as we know it. On some level, we should yearn to think, learn, live and experience for ourselves. As we mature, our need for independence and to be independent should only get stronger. Throughout our lives, we should continue to nurture and develop our sense of independence. Not in the sense that we don't need anyone, but in the sense that we don't have to rely on an overbearing central government. We need to be able to rely on one another. Especially family, friends and neighbors.

The concern, at least from where I stand, is that that spirit of independence does not seem to extend itself beyond a superficial level. For a lot of us (correct me if I'm wrong), it seems that independence doesn't extend beyond getting out from under our parent's thumb. We graduate high school, go to college (hopefully) and get married and have a couple of kids. Whether or not we consciously think it, at least subconsciously, we have attained some level of independence. Not that there is anything wrong with that accomplishment. The problem is, we achieve that level of independence and we cease to nurture and further develop a true sense of independence. In the mean time, we fall victim to a serious dependence on the state/federal government.

This once great nation of ours was founded through a spirit of independence. Imagine where we might be if those independent spirits that sought to found this nation had been satisfied with merely leaving England. They could have just as easily left England and been satisfied with that achievement. However, they sought to do more. They wanted to exist beyond and independently of the British Crown. We have become satisfied with the status quo. We sit idly by and take whatever the government gives us. In the meantime, the government continues to take and take and take. They take our money. They take our rights and independence (slowly but surely). Ultimately, they are taking this country away from its rightful owners. Each and every citizen of these United States should want and be able to exist independently of our government.

Hold your elected officials accountable for their every action or lack there of. Regardless of whether or not you voted for them, they work for you. Let your voice be heard and let them know that you are watching them and holding them accountable. Most importantly VOTE. Support candidates that will represent the interests of the people that they represent. The two major parties rely on the fact that no one believes an independent can get elected. In addition to that, the Donkeys and Elephants make it difficult for independents to get on the ballot in many states. This ensures that there is no real threat to the status quo. Neither party is interested in bringing about real change. They are only interested in making sure that they are the party in power.

If nothing else, make certain that you are capable of surviving on a day-to-day basis, in the event that there should ever be a government collapse. I know this might seem a little extreme. However, do you really want to leave your well being in the hands of United States Government?



Flatulent Fuzz

Monday, July 20, 2009

What?

I recently read an article, about a collaboration between Texas Instruments and the University of Texas at Dallas. Some engineering students, at the university, needed to come up with a project. Ultimately, the project was inspired by the number of news stories ,that surface every summer, about infants/toddlers being left in vehicles and dying from the heat.

As a close friend of mine is so fond of saying, you cannot engineer around stupid. I am all for inventions that make our lives safer and easier, for that matter. And, I am certainly not a heartless person. My heart goes out to anyone who has lost a child. However, we need reminders to remind us of trivial things. Like say, that we have left our keys in the ignition. Or, that we have left the car lights on. Obviously, if you frequent this blog,you know that some people could use a reminder to practice good personal hygiene. But, that's another song. Do we seriously have to be reminded that we have a child in the car?

I take nothing away from the students at U.T.D or the management at TI. I believe that their hearts are in the right place.

However, here is what I would suggest. In lieu of a reminder, they could engineer a reliable test that would determine whether or not people are fit to be parents. Doesn't it make more sense to eliminate the problem ahead of time? Why react to a problem, when you can be proactive and avoid the problem all together.


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Thursday, July 2, 2009

Angry...

I will do my best to keep this from becoming a profanity laced diatribe. Quite frankly, I am madder than Hell! Fighting mad, one might say. I am not going to get in to specifics. Let's just say, that a real P.O.S has perpetrated a dastardly (and cowardly) act against a family member.

If I am being honest, I would like to stomp a hole in his posterior (keeping it clean just for you Mom and because I don't want to present myself as a complete Neanderthal). For the record, I am not a proponent of physical violence. However, it seems like violence is the only thing that some people understand (Uh Oh.. That Neanderthal is trying to surface again). As bad as I want to put a serious hurting on this degenerate, I will contain myself. And, I think that only adds fuel to the fire. Why should I be civilized? Why shouldn't I go out and beat him over the head? For the record, those are rhetorical questions. I know the answers. However, at this point in time, I do not like those answers. In fact, I would like to give those answers a beating.

It's times like these, that make me long for the days of the Old West. A little frontier justice, perhaps!

Look Mom, I did it. No salty language!




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Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Cars, Cell Phones and Kids

When did it become automatic that a sixteen year old gets his/her very own car? And, why do many people seem to think that their children (not just teenagers, I've seen 10 and 11 year old kids with them) need cell phones?

Driving is not a right. It is, in fact, a privilege. From my point of view, privileges have to be earned. Before you can jump in to your very own ride, you have to pay your dues. And those dues are paid, by driving Mom and Dad's car for a couple of years and proving that you can be a responsible driver. Right?

Driving is not a joke and it certainly isn't something to be taken for granted or taken lightly. Irresponsible driving can have serious consequences. We are, after all, talking about something that weighs in at a show stopping 2000 pounds. Dare I say, that that has the capability of ruining somebodies day.

Cell phones, on the other hand, is just common sense. Although, they often resemble it. They are not ,in fact, toys. What business does a 10 or 11 year old boy or girl have with a cell phone? I can't really think of a reason that a teenager needs one either. But, at 10 or 11, you have got to be kidding me. Does it become automatic because it is the latest and greatest thing? NO. At least, not to my way of thinking anyway.



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Society or the Culture of Business?

The other day, a co-worker was telling me how my employer used to have someone attend the funerals of employees who had lost a family member (immediate family), without exception. However, they no longer do that.

Basically, it is at a supervisor's discretion, as to whether or not they attend the funeral.

I am pretty confident, that my employer is not the only one that follows that kind of policy.

My question is, is that more a reflection of society or of the culture of business?



Flatulent Fuzz

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Secession

Looking back, over the course of the last 40 years, haven't we as a society grown more apathetic? Perhaps, some of my more seasoned readers can share their thoughts on the last 40 years. I am a paltry 35 years old and perhaps, I am giving too much credit to the men and women of yesteryear.

I for one, am of the opinion that we have become more and more apathetic as a society. Considering my previous statement, would I be too far off base in assuming that the overall levels of apathy will continue to grow? Obviously, there are always hazards associated with assuming. Those hazards not withstanding, what kind of miracle is it going to take to shake us out of our current malaise?

Maybe, we aren't in need of a miracle at all. How bout a catalyst instead. I think, I am safe in saying that most people look outside of themselves for a miracle. A miracle being something that comes from a higher power. A catalyst, on the other hand, can be manufactured right inside one's own home. Better yet, right inside one's own home state.

The catalyst that I refer to is none other than a bonafide secession. Yes, I said a secession. Even the mere impetus of a legitimate secession could be enough to adequately shake the ground beneath our apathetic feet. But, for the purposes of this discussion, I am talking about a genuine secession and all of the back draft that would come from such a bold declaration. As to the ramifications of an actual secession, in terms of what the federal government might or might not do, well, we will have to leave that to another discussion.

The undercurrent of what I am saying is this. I don't believe that it is possible, without some sort of catalyst, for us to collectively come to a point where we can or will overcome our apathy and take back this country, which is rightfully ours. I for one, believe that our political process hit rock bottom several hundred miles back. And, I'm pretty sure that I'm not the only one that feels this way. However, does it matter if our political process has hit rock bottom and we along with it, if we aren't prepared to do something about it? No. Which is exactly why we need this catalyst.

Secession might, at first glance, seem to be a bit of an extreme measure. Only a few years ago, I laughed out loud at the very mention of secession. In my mind, at that time, the very idea was ridiculous. But, after careful consideration, I have come to the conclusion that I was quite simply wrong. I would even say, that extreme times call for extreme measures. Except for the fact, that what we are talking about is not what I would label as extreme. Is it too extreme to think that you should alter the course of your travel, if you know that the road that you are traveling leads to imminent disaster? I would think not. I would think and I certainly hope, that to most people's way of thinking, that would be called survival.

I am deeply concerned for us all, if we have become so apathetic, that we cannot or will not, take the necessary steps to ensure our own future. I read somewhere that it is better to live one day as a lion, than ten thousand as a sheep (I can't remember where or I would give credit where credit is due) . I can't say that I disagree with that.

Flatulent Fuzz

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Moron

I challenge anyone to help me make sense of this....

Imagine a gentleman (and I use the term loosely), if you will. You can tell he is old school. He always has his clothing immaculately pressed. I mean, we are talking some serious creases. His hair, could survive a weeks worth of wind on top of Mount Everest. Although, if you threw him in the water, I suspect it would look like a spill from the Exxon Valdez. Seriously, at his age, there's no way that his hair could be jet black. Can you say Grecian formula. And, the icing on the cake is the moustache that matches the hair. Jet black too, and I believe that he is rocking a little wax in addition to the dye. Oh, I forgot to mention his boots. Those things are freshly polished every damn day. I have yet to be able to spot the slightest of scuffs on those bad boys.

Am I poking a little fun at the dude? Absolutely. However, there is absolutely nothing wrong with taking pride in ones appearance. I actually happen to have a lot of respect for that kind of quality in a person. And that is exactly what makes this all the more hard to fathom.

On a number of occasions, I have been in the latrine at the same time as Mr. Crease and I have yet to see him adequately wash his hands. Let me be clear ladies and gents, there is only one way to adequately wash ones hands.

Although, I hope that this goes without saying. I will say it. On the off chance, that some Neanderthals have made their way to this illustrious blog. After all, I am here to educate and I'm not above educating someone on basic hygiene. For Mr. Crease and anyone else that may not know. That container (be it round, square, oval or whatever), on the wall, next to the sink houses a really cool invention called SOAP! And believe it or not, soap boasts an amazing ability to kill germs.

Germs, such as one might find in a public facility. Or, whenever he has been holding his dick and accidentally pisses on his hands. Or perhaps, when he/she is wiping and that cheap toilet paper, that we so often encounter in public facilities, has a blowout and your finger ends up touching something that you didn't intend for it to. Hell, even if the toilet paper doesn't break and you don't have to touch your dick to piss Pee Wee. Wash your FUCKING hands with soap! I don't care how immaculately you are dressed or how well kempt your hair. Wash your hands with soap.

I will finish by saying this. We really need to consider the fact that, at some point in time, someone felt compelled to start putting signs up in the restroom that say "please wash your hands." Does that bode well for society in general? What should we make of ourselves, if we can't even demonstrate the ability to apply the basic tenants of hygiene without being prompted.

Flatulent Fuzz

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

File This...

File these, under things that you never want to hear someone say....

Your Mom.... "I got him to trim my bush."

Male Co-worker.. Talking about how much weight he can lift with his ASS!!

And, of course, you never want to hear any kind of conversation emanating from the stall next to you in the bathroom!! :-)

Apparently, cell phones know NO bounds.



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