So last night and tonight I was outside enjoying the nice spring evenings and I looked up and what did I see? Yes, it was the moon.
That brought me back to a simpler time. A time when the world was relatively peaceful and when I was a mere 10 years of age. It was also a time of fear, worry and the very real possibility that the Russians and ourselves here in the USA would annihilate each other using out vast nuclear arsenals.
But that summer something happened, something amazing, something that made time stand still, if only for a few hours. Because all over the world, we looked towards the heavens and knew, I mean we KNEW that Americans were about to set foot on the Moon.
This was no simple feat, this was simply amazing. In a time where the computers were less than reliable, hand programmed and had a whopping 64 KB of memory, yes KILOBYTES, we put 3 men into a tin can and sent them to a place 250,000 miles from our relatively nice planet.
Now the point of all this typing, is that we did latch on to all sorts of German scientists at the end of World War II, and yes we did use them to create/design ICBM's, but unlike the Russians, or for that matter ANY other country on earth we took the best and the brightest and along with our our home grown folks put then to work to do something amazing. Something no one else has done, something no one else has even come close to doing.
We put 3 guys up into orbit about the Moon and then we landed 2 of them on the surface, took pictures, recovered samples and brought them home safely. Then we did it again, and again, with the exception of Apollo 13, all the way to Apollo 17 and we even managed to do something no other nation would think about. We put several cars on the moon! Yeah, we are Americans and if your are going somewhere you need a car! Sure we called them lunar rovers, but they were superior in many ways to any of the early cars seen on this planet!
You may be wondering what the point of this article is. Well, the point is, Americans think beyond borders, think beyond preconceived notions and do things that no one ever thought was possible. Now if you don't think that way, or you think we should share with the rest of the world, who believe in stupid crap like moronic religions, or self serving violence, then you need to take your happy ass over to those countries and stay the hell out of the greatest nation on earth.
Because on July 16th, 1969, we proved, once and for all that the American spirit will live on forever and continue to expand. The rest of the world is welcome to their petty squabbles, we have better things to do and it is damned sure time we got back to them!
Take a look up at the night sky tonight and if you are an American be proud and remember.
I am like most conservative Americans. I distrust the government and despise liberals and mistrust many, but not all law enforcement agencies.
However, I am also a product of the Cold War and I am completely in-tune with disinformation and how it makes it easy to do the magic tricks that politicians and those with money/power want.
While my fellow conservatives are wasting huge amounts of time and effort to tell me about secret UN troops that frankly speaking, not one goddamned person has ever actually seen, and secret FEMA camps that, yeah, frankly can't be all that secret, since you can't hide construction and roads/railroads/satellite views. Not to mention the fact that when researching my last article about this utter bullshit, I found that FEMA, that terrible organization, is about 7900+ pencil pushers, then I knew I was onto what the idiots in DC are feeding you folks.
It is called disinformation. It has been used for years by countries/agencies to re-direct your views and efforts to things which just don't exist, while in the meantime freeing up the efforts of those propagating it to complete their agendas. Classic example: Reagan's Stars Wars initiative. The program never existed, except on paper and the Soviets went broke trying to counter it. That my friends is disinformation and a classic example of success.
The number one rule about anything secret is that there simply isn't any such thing. You try having an affair with the local neighbor lady/man and how long does it take before you get burned? By the same token, you try keeping a secret among literally thousands of workers/contractors and locals and guess what? Yeah, it simply isn't secret for long.
But if you spread the word of a secret this or that, which doesn't exist and can't easily be disputed, the effects can be quite wonderful. Idiots who don't fact check will spread the word and those easily misled will believe them. So no matter which of the two previous categories you fit in, do me a favor and start worrying about things that actually exist and that you and your neighbors can actually control.
Hmm...what is that you say? It is something you and your dad/mom/grandparents should have taken care of long ago. It is so simple that even a 5-year-old could figure it out. There is absolutely no one in America that should serve more than one term in any/all public office(s). You vote them in once and then you elect someone/anyone else in the next time. Only one free ride on the taxpayer's dime and then you boot their sorry asses back into the working class.
I know, I will hear about the "but they won't know how Washington, DC works?", or at State levels, "how will they get things done?" , which is all bullshit of course. Because they would not need powerful friends/ally's if we didn't vote the same bastards in time after time, using this same flawed logic. Make it one and done and only those who want to serve will run for office.
You folks who don't think your vote doesn't count are simply the product of a huge disinformation campaign to make you think that way. You want to get rid of government over-reach, vote the bastards out. You want to get rid of excessive police powers? Vote the bastards out. You want to get rid of lobbyists and the "inside game" in DC, yeah, vote the bastards out. That means there are no good ones, no, "oh he did a good job" guys, you still vote them out, each and every single time. Until all you are left with is a very few who really, REALLY want to serve and then guess what....You vote those guys/gals out also. That is how a democracy really, really works. But it is up to you.
So quit chasing the conspiracies and get down to picking the lesser of two new evils, at least for now. Because in the future, you will have eliminated the evil and only be stuck with statesmen.
So Sony got hacked. We all know that. North Korea did it, we all know that also. But there is a much bigger issue here. That is quite simply the weakening of the American spirit.
The movie itself, “The Interview” which was completely fictitious and a comedy, somehow pissed off the wacko leader of Korea. So this leader of a third world, backwards nation, decided to hack Sony. Turns out that it was not a bad idea on his part, because the end result was that he proved the folks in Hollyweird have zero balls and have canceled the release of the movie.
We all know that Hollywood is full of left-wing liberals, we have now confirmed that it is full of gutless, fearful, wimps who cow-tow to the enemy. North Korea is a full-blown commie regime, run by a lunatic who has a limited grasp on the realities of the world. Yet oir own citizens choose to choose fear over being true Americans and stating very publicly that they would release the movie and tell North Korea to go fuck themselves.
This liberal, weak-willed attitude is common among those folks in the Hollywood circle. If you don’t have the balls to be an American, you idiots in Hollywood need to leave our country and move somewhere else.
I urge all Americans to boycott every single movie released this Christmas season with the exception of “American Sniper” which is a truly American movie that shows what we are all about.
I don’t like that bastard running North Korea, but you folks in Hollywood are even worse.
Today I watched Dinesh D'Souza's "America, imagine The World Without Her" The movie is quite thought provoking and does an excellent job of tearing down most, if not all, of the liberal, anti-american, socialist drivel being fed to our younger generation via the writings of folks like Howard Zinn.
The facts expressed in this movie destroy the liberal, anti-american myth. There isn't a lot of hype or yelling, just a calm stripping away of the commie myths of Americans committing genocide on the Indians, of Americans stealing Mexican land from Mexico and several of the other left-wing myths.
There is an incredible amount of history told in a very short period of time. This film should be required viewing in every high school in this country. I recommend buying it, downloading it or renting it. However you get it, make sure to share it with a liberal idiot. Make sure to show it to your children and friends.
I found it to be inspiring and eye opening.
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So for those of you who read my blog, whether it be on my alternate site, my home PC site or my blogspot site you will have probably noticed that I tend to be direct, to the point and rather outspoken when it comes to issues that really concern me. So to help my readers better understand me and where my motivation comes from I guess I need to give a rather long and dull explanation of how I got to where I am now.
It all started in 1975 when some idiot at the Wisconsin Department of Motor Vehicles gave me my motorcycle permit. I actually failed my first motorcycle permit test but passed the second one by actually practicing my pushing skills. Yes, in those days you had to be able to push the bike you took the test on in a figure eight, due to some insane thought by the DMV that bikes were unreliable and you would eventually have to push your machine somewhere or other. But I digress...
So this idiot gave me my bike license and then it was on. I learned on a 125cc Honda TL125 that I bought for $125 and I was hooked. I convinced my dad who loaned me he money, that I ostensibly needed it for my summer job in Illinois 22 miles away. That summer and the next I learned how to go fast and that rainy streets were slippery and that helmets do save lives. So of course by late 1976 I needed something faster and so I purchased a 360 Honda and began to learn my limits on the faster machine. Of course this wild and crazy behavior led to me wanting more excitement and I ran into the Navy recruiter at school who convinced me the real excitement would be working on aircraft in the United States Navy. A few videos and that recruiter had me hooked. I knew that due to my eyesight I wouldn't be flying those super cool, neato and nifty F-14's but by god, I could be around them and learn electronics/avionics courtesy of the taxpayers.
So after graduating high school I headed off into the USN and from there off to many nifty adventures in places such as Bermuda, working on P-3C avionics. Needless to say I was somewhat disappointed by doing shore duty on an immobile island with only about 50 total miles of roads (okay maybe 75-80 miles of roads). By that time I had progressed to owning a super neat 1978 Honda 550 Four K, the tiny cousin of the almighty Honda 750. Of course in Bermuda I was separated from my sweet 4 cylinder speed machine and relegated to finding and purchasing a nice, very used Honda CB125T. A very small, but fast enough for an island with a 20 mph limit, machine. I promptly got a speeding ticket for doing 35 in a 30 zone (57kph I believe). This was th first of many lessons I had in "if you wish to play, you must be willing to pay.
So moving on with this saga, I returned to the USA only to be assigned to VS-30 (Dirty 30) in Jacksonville, Fla, Cecil Field. Lucky me, off I went to get some real excitement onboard the USS Forestall (CV-59) on a Mediterranean cruise. Alas to my dismay, I was working on lowly S-3 Vikings and not super cool, neato F-14 Tomcats, but I was happy to find that our Wing was assigned the last 2 F-4 Phantom squadrons still in existence. I had learned another valuable lesson and that was to accept your fate and enjoy the moment. After going through fire fighting school and seeing "Trail by Fire" for the 20th time I went out with VS-30 to see the world. In the meantime my beautiful 550 Honda was in my brother's watchful hands. He never became a bike nut, which is probably good, since one speed freak in the family is probably enough. But once again I digress...
My time on "the boat" taught me that you don't always get paid enough for what you do and that living on the edge is the best high you can ever hope to experience. Working the flight deck was considered, at the time, to be the most dangerous occupation in the world and by god, I loved it! The smell of jet exhaust and the absolutely mind numbing sound of takeoffs never ceased to give me a smile. Sure you could get sucked into a jet engine, blown off the deck by jet exhaust or just make a stupid error and get run over by a taxiing aircraft, but it all seemed so normal. I never considered for a moment that it could get me killed because at the age of 22 I was invincible. But I did learn another valuable lesson and that was, after hours of thinking about it in my rack, that I was somehow really making a difference in the world while the folks I went to high school with were just people who didn't count. They just went to work, paid taxes and folks like myself and 4900+ others on the boat were putting our asses in danger every day so they could drive their cars to work and grab a cheeseburger without ever thinking about the evil Russians (it was the cold war), or thinking about their freedoms at all. I don't mean to demean those who have not served at all, it is a personal choice, but in my mind you folks don't count as much as those who have, (absolutely no offense intended).
So following that wonderful lesson I got home with a wad of cash big enough to purchase another shiny new bike, a Honda CB900F. At the time this was a bleeding edge sport machine with a top end of roughly 138mph. Fast enough to kill you, but as I would soon learn, not nearly fast enough for that adrenalin rush I now needed on a daily basis. Another lesson learned here was that waiting for something good was worth it but there was always something better out there. Waiting all those months to buy this bike taught me the value of hard work and patience. I paid cash and rode out of the dealership with a new helmet, nice gloves and a custom leather jacket that I had mail ordered months earlier, on a bike that I was totally unprepared to ride. I promptly got a ticket and then another and another but I never slowed down because I always considered speed limits an unnecessary government restriction. Lesson learned here? Only that I needed something much, much faster. But I did begin to understand the law and why we have those restrictions. They are not for those of us who can easily ride a machine as safely at 120 mph as those who can barely operate a car in their driveway, they are there expressly for those who simply shouldn't ever leave their driveway. The ones who want the government to protect them from their own incompetence. This was the beginning of my understanding that government regulation is for the weak-willed sheep who have no desire to improve themselves, whether it be driving a car or life in general.
So I got out of the Navy and eventually ended up at Underwriters Labs in Northbrook, Illinois. It paid well and I was comfortable but that lasted only about a year. You see, the motorcycle bug had me and I needed to go fast, really fast. I needed the rush that a 9-5 job just didn't offer. So I went out and bought myself a shiny new VF500F. What the hell you say? Yep, it was quick, handled well and was perfect for racing on a track, the place I would really learn about life. You see I knew I still had to keep working, so the 500cc bike was a compromise, but well worth the time spent on the track. After a few months of spending my time at the track I began to see the world in a whole new light.
You see, racing anything is all about coming to the realization that you are not the best, you don't have the most money and that life and luck are damned unfair. There is always someone a little faster than you. Perhaps because their daddy is bankrolling that killer motor or because they are younger and more "invincible" than you. It doesn't matter why but the fact is that racing teaches you just how goddamned unfair life can be. Make a mistake and you end up dead, miss a shift and you lose a race, pick the wrong tires and you come in third, not first. It is a great teacher, this going fast and wanting to go faster, thing called racing. It teaches you that the governing body really can't control the outcome. You have to make things happen and that their is no such thing as a level playing field. In short, you are totally responsible for the outcome at the end of the day, much like the outcome of your life in general. In racing there are no special favors for the poor, you run what you 'brung' is the saying.
After a year in racing I hooked up with an endurance team and got to race Suzuki GSXR1100R machines at speeds that finally satisfied (almost) my adrenalin addiction. Zooming around at Daytona at over 185 mph was a wonderful, peaceful, calming moment for me. I didn't quit smiling for weeks afterwards. I had finally achieved my goal of scaring the hell out of myself while a the same time being in that zone you get when everything in the world is right. The fence posts and barriers go by in slow motion and you can see the grass gently moving in the breeze and there is an eerie silence even though your ear-plugged ears are bombarded by the scream of the engine at 10,500 rpm and the wind pummeling you over the windscreen. At moments like that I would realize that I had earned this, I had worked for this and that no one, no group, nothing in the universe could take away my achievement. I later realized that these lessons apply to everything, from work to school to the first time whatever it is you are doing goes just right. It is always okay to ask for help when you absolutely need it, but it is always so much better when you get there on your own.
These lessons are but a few reasons I came to realize that no one, or no group or no governing body determines your destiny. You are the only one who can determine that and to depend upon the government to help you along diminishes you as a human being. That which you do not achieve on your own is merely a shared experience. That which you achieve by yourself can be shared by others, but only those who have gotten there by also following their own path can truly understand the realization of the experience.
Getting there on your own is what being a conservative is all about. Doing your thing, whatever that may be, is important. It doesn't matter what it is, whether it be laying bricks, painting a portrait or playing a musical instrument, but it is better when you do it all by your self.
I am sure I digressed more than I should have, but screw it, I think I made my point and I really, really miss riding fast and taking chances...but once again I digress...
So listen to the song and try to understand.
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So last night and tonight I was outside enjoying the nice spring evenings and I looked up and what did I see? Yes, it was the moon.
So for those of you who read my blog, whether it be on my