Life is a Rerun

When you achieve elderly status, you realize that life is a rerun. I've seen all this before.

This modern right wing MAGA movement is certainly nothing new. It is the old John Birch Society.

The John Birch Society, for you young 'uns, is an ultra-conservative organization formed in 1958 founded on the idea that communists were intent on taking over the world and had infiltrated America everywhere, particularly in the arts and politics. Communists were America's enemy and must be wiped out of American life and off the face of the earth.

The Birchers organized and believed the USA should a fascist state based on their conservative values. Right wing think tanks proliferated. One, the PNAC or Project for a New American Century, called for American world domination. The PNAC's signatories included Jeb Bush, Dick Cheney, Paul Wolfowitz, and many others.

At the time, the world ran on oil. The PNAC designed the war in Iraq in the late 1990s and presented a letter to Bill Clinton calling for the invasion of Iraq to safeguard America's oil. That didn't happen, so they orchestrated the election of George W Bush. PNAC founders became members of his administration. They had the presidency, they had the war, now they only needed the excuse. Then September 11th happened.

Today, we have the MAGA movement instead of the John Birch Society. Instead of communists, they call the enemy "woke liberals".

If you turn on Fox News, you will not see journalism. You will see hate. You will see brainwashing. You will see bigotry. You will see Birchers.

Life is just a rerun.

 

King of Bullshit

 Many years ago, I had a young computer intern name Jason. Jason considered himself to be a genius, so it was always fun to bring him down to reality.

I can't recall why Jason was in my office, but some how he mentioned B&W television. I told him there has never been a B&W television.

Jason looked at me bewildered, unaware that he was talking to the King of Bullshit.

"What do you mean?" asked Jason.

"The only televisions and cameras ever made were color," I answered.

All I got from Jason was a deer in the headlights look.

"What?" asked Jason.

"Televisions and cameras were always color," I told him. "In the old days, life was B&W."

Jason walked away, shaking his head.

Harvey

 I was awakened at 8 AM for breakfast. My aide was standing next to me with a food tray. I groggily said good morning. She was new and we introduced ourselves.

It is now 8:05. I sat up to eat breakfast. My TV was on. Channel 28. The sound was muted.

I hardly watch TV at all. The TV news in the morning mainly, channels 4 or 5 (NBC and ABC). I can't begin to tell you what a channel 28 is. I never mute the TV for any reason.

The TV remote was not in its spot, which is in an old desk organizer of mine on my night stand. As on my boats, everything in its place. It was sitting on my night stand. I never put it there. When I turn on the TV, back in the organizer it goes so I can find it to turn the TV off.

My invisible roommate also opens closet and bathroom doors that are always closed. Sometimes, but rarely, opens the big window shade during the night. He moves other things, like apples from my food tray.

I have named him Harvey, since he cannot tell me his name himself. He doesn't seem to mind. Being a guy, I can call him any name I want, just don't call him late for dinner. HAHAHAHA... Harvey has my quirky sense of humor.

Preventative

 I'm watching the 11 PM news. Some advice for newscasters about English.

The word is "preventive" not "preventative". As in preventive medicine. There is no such thing as preventative medicine.

I mean, this is just stupid. It is not OK. Have you ever heard of festative? Talkatative? Lactatating? Inventative?

preventative indeed. Newscastaters should know better.

It's So Hard To Be Me

 So my Dave Day continues.

I used a new shower today. Everyone said the one I was using was terrible compared to these other ones. So down the hall of The Home I went.

It looked nice. I reached in to turn on the hot water in the shower so it would warm up and promptly got drenched in cold water. This shower has a hand-held shower gizmo that someone left dangling, pointed right at me. I quick-grabbed-closed the shower curtain. It was a foot too narrow. What the heck? I reached in to grab the nozzle while getting sprayed all over as it spun at the end of its metal hose. Before long, there was a puddle a couple of inches deep outside the shower on the changing area floor. The drain didn't. I was still dressed, so I was wet, and my clothes were wet.

I took off my dripping clothes and showered OK, but then I had to wade through the changing room pool to my wet clothes. I had to put them back on to walk down the hall to my room.

It is so hard to be me.

Free Stuff

I turned on the TV news. For once, the headline was not the pandemic but refugees walking north to the US from points south.

I am going to set aside my usual humorous look at life and get serious, since this is a very serious issue for Americans today.

I've read, with great dismay, the bigoted rants from many here. "They're coming to take our jobs! They'll get free stuff! They'll vote Democrat! They won't learn English! They don't look like us!"

Puh-leese. No. Just simply no. I have never read such idiocy in my life. It HAS to be coming from the retards (my apologies to the mentally disabled for the use of THAT old bigoted term) at Fox News. The ol' fair and balanced source of stupidity.

Let me start with the easy one. English. The United States has no official language. Or culture. Get that thought out of your head right now. We are a melting pot, and I for one celebrate that. I don't want to live where everyone looks and acts just like me. Yeah, like that would happen. You know what I mean.

What these migrant folks are, are people. Refugee people. People coming here to improve their lot in life. People leaving behind all they knew, friends and relatives they love, to seek a better life away from violence, civil war, a drug culture, and poverty. Some, like a few I've personally known in the past, are fleeing violence in their home countries and are running north to protect their families. One kid I saw on the news was ten years old, traveling all alone. His mom and or dad sent him away. Can you conceive of a parent resorting to such a desperate move?

Imagine being ten, like that one kid I watched on the news, and being told to walk north a thousand miles with just the clothes on your back with a few pesos in your pocket, and relying on the kindness of fellow travelers. Could you do that when you were ten? But he's coming here for our free stuff and to vote Democrat?

Now, Dave comes out, channeling Will Rogers.

The Jews fleeing WWII Europe came here for free stuff and that Hitler thing was an excuse. There was no potato famine in Ireland. Free stuff. Asians didn't flock here to build railroads. Free stuff. Columbus sailed here looking for free stuff. Lewis and Clark were looking for free stuff out west. Go back in time to Moses who wandered the desert looking for free stuff.

We are all on Facebook and the internet why? We're all looking for free stuff.

The US has a space program and we send rovers to Mars to search for more free stuff, since we're running out of free stuff here on Earth.

But seriously... those so-called Americans who think these refugee folks are coming here for free stuff should be absolutely ashamed of themselves. Vote Democrat? Most have no idea what voting means.

To quote a famous American, "Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free.".

I suggest moving the Statue of Liberty to El Paso.

I Am Not Making This Up

 I am not making this up.

During lunch, I turn on the TV "news", which today was TV "commercials". So I channel surfed. I found the fights. Not just any fights. Not boxing. Not wrestling. Oh no. I watched the hair drying fights.

These two guys, one a 122 pounder and one 240, went to a sink in an old restaurant in a strip mall. There, the referee soaked their hair. They then made their way to the ring for the fight.

The announcer announced a time limit of six minutes and sixty-four seconds. The bell went off.

The contestants circled each other. They grabbed towels hanging from the ropes. They tussled (not wrestled) each other, drying each other's hair. One grabbed a hair drying and the fight was on.

At the end, the bell rang. The referee felt each fighter's hair and declared a winner.

I turned it off. I can't drink in the home, but I must have gotten a bad batch of drugs.

I wonder what's on the internet?