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18
Nov

ReTodd gets down…

If you came here today expecting a fabulous story about me sharting myself or one of my kids peeing on me or a story about Avitable masturbating to clown porn, you can forget it.

Today, I am inspired to write to you about something that matters to me and, if you truly care about your future and the future of this country, you should care about it too.

First off, there’s the 700 billion (850 or 900 billion) bailout of the financial sector.   I can’t begin to tell you I’m smart enough to work the ins and outs or claim to even understand 5% of the whole thing, and unless you’re my dad, you can’t either.

That said, we are THE leader of the free world and have a gigantic affect on the global economy as a whole.  So having Wall Street collapse and our entire financial system go tits up was not and is not a viable option.  So I understand, I guess.  And by saying I understand, that is ignoring the giant elephant in the room regarding these bad mortgages, and that is that no one is taking responsibility for signing their names 435 times agreeing to pay for something they didn’t have a chance in hell of being able to afford ever, but as long as a trained mortgage professional told them that 58% of your gross income locked into your mortgage was a good decision, then it had to be…right?

This is just another example of how our country has adopted the TODDI (The Other Dude Did It) excuse for everything wrong in their life, regardless of how stupid and irresponsible they acted along the way.  This is the same mentality that has seen juries give dumbfuckers who put molten coffee against their genitals 10 million dollars and people that smoked for 40 years a billion dollars, because of course the smoker didn’t "KNOW" smoking was bad for them.  But I digress…

So I understand on the surface that this bailout is necessary to avoid a bigger problem in the near or far future.  Fine.  I’ll ignore the earmarking jackasses in congress that had to get their pound of flesh before approving it.  That’s another story for another day.

The issue for me is, now that the bailout has more or less passed and Obama has been elected, Ms. Pelosi and her friends have decided that there also needs to be a bailout of the American Auto Industy, because God forbid we see three humongous shittily run businesses go under.

Before I get all the way down this road, I’d like to reiterate my disdain for all unions in our modern world.  Unions were necessary in the late 1800’s and early 1900’s to keep companies from forcing 7 year old kids to work 20 hour days seven days a week in coal mines and such.  A union wasn’t meant to make sure Alex Rodriguez got 25 million a year instead of 23 million a year, and it was intended to make sure that some high school dropout got paid an average of $71 PER HOUR (that’s over $140,000 a year) to put a nut on a fucking bolt.

Currently, General Motors is paying medical benefits for one million people.  They’re not a car maker.  They’re an insurance company.  And they’re not good at that either.

Currently, there is approximately $1,600 dollars of medical costs and $1000 of vacation costs built into every GM/Ford/Chrysler vehicle.

Conversely, non-union companies like Toyota have about $200 per car built in for the same things.

So someone, anyone, please tell my why in Christ’s name the US taxpayers should be handed some 100+ billion dollar bailout bill to save (temporarily) a horridly run industry?  In the real world, if you suck at running your business, eventually you go out of business.  The airlines and the automakers don’t deserve any extra help for being stupid.  They deserve to go out of business.  Then someone else can come in, do it better, and maybe even right, and make that industry profitable.

Or not.

But it is not the government’s business to pick and choose which industry it deems worthy of welfare.

Shit, I had a small business with a bad model and I lost money and closed it down.  Where was my bailout?  Where was my government support?

And here’s another question.  Why weren’t any of these folks putting away some of their 140 grand a year when they knew the industry was going in the shitter?  I mean, it’s not like Ford started sucking in 2007.  The US automakers have been losing billions per quarter for years.

The answer is the same for both.  Those workers being paid well above what their work was worth just assumed that the gravy train would go on forever and it would never catch up with them.

I only hope that’s the case.

And a second note.  If the US economy wants to get better, how about passing a comsumption based tax to replace the taxing of income?  Then you’d see industries that have left the US return and consume and spend here instead of in Ireland and Asia.  I have yet to hear one compelling arguement against the Fair Tax.  All I ever get are dumbshits like Jim Martin saying that the Flat Tax people want to add a 23% sales tax to everything you buy.  And he knows that’s not true.  At least I think he does.  If he doesn’t, then he doesn’t deserve to wash my ass, let alone be a US Senator (aka one of the people that makes big finance-related decisions in this country and for this country).

In closing, I’d like to say fuck you to GM, Chrysler and Ford, as well as Nancy Pelosi and anyone else that thinks that it’s the government’s job to do shit like this.  It’s not.  How about reading the Declaration of Independence sometime, or maybe the US Constitution.  Maybe you’d get a refresher in what government really should be, and more importantly, what it should NOT be.

14
Nov

Possibly the best graph ever

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11
Nov

Brain Dump

Given that the election and baseball season are now over, this is somewhat outdated.  Nevertheless, I wrote it, meant to publish it, didn’t and so now you get to read this.  Just imagine that it’s early October.  It makes this immediately thought provoking and brilliant.

Since I can’t seem to get my ass motivated to put a coherent or even a semi-coherent blog together, I’ve decided just to put some random thoughts together and get the creative juices flowing.

First, the debate was pathetic.  In this day of instant information, it’s idiotic that there’s not some guy (or gal) sitting there at google and looking up the ridiculous claims all of these morons are making.  The fact that any of them can stand up and lie blatantly and no one will challenge them on it is awful.

And the sheep in the room with their note cards and their stage fright didn’t help.

But the biggest thing is that not one of them (not to be confused with McCain’s "THAT ONE!") will dare mention the bigger problem:  The GINORMOUS national debt.

So fuck you Obama and fuck you John McCain and fuck the rest of you politicos who couldn’t read the writing on the wall even if you could see it, which none of you can with your snout up the pork barrel’s ass.

Boston’s in the ALCS after beating a clearly better Angels team and the Cubs futility continues.  Amazing.

I expect there to be at least one fight in the Rays-Sox series, but I think the Sox will win again.  And play the Dodgers.  And Manny will get booed nonstop and won’t care.

I can’t lose in that scenario because either the Red Sox win again or Joe Torre sticks it up Hank Steinbrenner’s ample and arrogant bottom by winning the same year they fired the best manager the Yankees had over the last 30 years.

Avitable, your sunglasses aren’t women’s sunglasses.  But they are gay.  And I’ve now seen some or all of your private areas three different times on the internet.  No.  Make that four.  I’m begging you to stop.  Keep your blog R rated and just go volunteer to do some gay bdsm porn under a name like Buck Naked or Miles Long and keep it a god damned secret.

Oh, and one last thing about the political ads that are running now.  I hate them all.  Obama’s ridiculous fucking claim that he’s gonna lower taxes on 95% of Americans is a complete lie.  He can’t.  Know why?  Because 45% of all Americans pay NO income taxes.

That’s right.  NONE.  So do you know how you make none even LESS?  You give some retarded Earned Income Tax Credit or some other bonus check for being unproductive.

It’s also blatantly taking more money from the 10% of Americans that produce.

That aside, if our tax dollars have to help fund these idiotic campaign commercials, there should be one rule and one rule only.

The ad must be about the candidate and not about the candidate’s opponent.  An ad should tell me what you ARE going to do and not tell me how the other guy is gonna fuck me over.  Every commercial you see from now until the end will be 25 seconds painting Obama as the devil with five seconds at the end that says "I’m John McCain and I approve this message" or vice versa.

Stop it you assholes.  Just stop it.  If you want my vote, talk about you.  Don’t talk about your opponent.  That’s fear mongering, and it’s why we have idiotic Terror Colors.  Terror Colors and fear mongering got you four more years of the Shrub.  Hooray…right?

Blech.

More as I deem it worthy…

10
Nov

how to spend 59 dollars and 59 minutes

Saturday at 10am - 2pm was the "Fall Festival" at 1doh’s elementary school.  They put up a bunch of inflatables, ring tosses, train rides, and various other things to get kids to wanna plunk down those carnival tickets.

They also have various local entrepreneurs that are hawking Karate classes, gymboree, Mary Kay, magical orange-smelling carpet cleaners, chiropractors, etc.

We usually buy tickets, but this year they had a deal where, for $18, your kid got on all rides, inflatables and got to do the games for free, and they got a lunch.  Since two year olds were free, I bought 1Doh the bracelet and figured I’d beat the system.

About one second after I bought the bracelet I realized that, out in the open where the wind was blowing about a jillion miles per hour, my kids were freezing.  Having brought no outerwear for them, I was forced to buy two hoodies for them.  $39.

Then, all 1doh wanted to do was the stuff NOT covered by the bracelet.  And Fia didn’t want to do anything but have me carry her.  As did 3doh.

At 10:55am, with two crying kids and one grumpy one, we headed back to the car, blew off the bracelet lunch and headed for home.  Our "prizes were a four foot inflatable baseball bat and some bastardized seahorse plush toy.

Yay.

10
Nov

A lesson in parenting

Saturday afternoon and evening were set to be great.  My eldest child was going with her cousins to spend the night at my MIL’s house.  There was good football on tv, the pool table was uncovered and saw me kicking ass on the neighbors the evening before, and my neighbor Superios had loaned me the AC/DC RockBand add-on pak containing 19 hits for me and neighbor Doogie to tear up.

All I had to do was drive 1doh to my SIL’s house, drop her off, come home, and the rest of the day was mine.

As we’re pulling out of our neighborhood, 1Doh says "Oh daddy.  Don’t forget to feed Dorothy while I’m gone."

Dorothy is her beta fish.  It’s actually her second beta fish.  She got the first one for her third birthday from my wife’s sister and kids.  It was a good fish, and lived for two years.  Until we went on vacation and asked said kid to watch the fish while we went to Hilton Head.

Said kid decided to clean the disgusting bowl and treat the water, and his efforts combined with an overdose of algae preventer killed the fish before we had left the county.

Since they’re a sly bunch, they replaced the fish with a beta twice the size of the original, and with totally different coloring.  Turns out a three year old will believe almost any explanation about fish siz and color.

Fast forward to this spring.  Like any other pet, kids don’t take care of them, but the parents do.  I had taken responsibility for feeding the fish (basically since we got it), and my wife would clean the bowl when you couldn’t see the fish anymore.  It wasn’t the best system, but it worked for us.  The last time GBD cleaned the tank, she just left it on the kitchen counter and I continued to feed it there.

About two months ago, we were cleaning and noticed a smell.  Like sour milk.  We looked everywhere, but kept going back to the pantry (next to the fishbowl).

Well Dorothy, who had been swimming in her filth just days before, was no longer swimming.  She was floating.  Bloated.  She was gone.

So I put the bowl, fish and all, in a box, and secreted it away to the trash.

Back to Saturday.  After the question, I had two choices:  say "Okay," or the other.  Guess which I chose?

That’s right.  I chose the stupid one.

Me:  "Honey, when was the last time you fed Dorothy?"

Her:  "I don’t know."

Me:  "And when was the last time you saw Dorothy?"

Her: "I don’t know.  It’s been a long time."

Me:  "What does that tell you?"

Her:  (silent as she processes this) Then "Daddy, is she…is she dead?"

Me:  Yes honey.  She’s dead.

Her:  (Waterfall of tears).

Me: (to myself) God dammit, you dumb shit.  Would it have been so hard to say OKAY?

Me:  "Maybe we could get another fish for you."

Her:  "NO.  I don’t want another fish.  I want Dorothy!!  I loved her!"

Me:  "But honey, you didn’t feed her or even notice her for two months.  Are you sure y0ou don’t want another fish?"

Her:  "NO!! I don’t want another fish.  The next pet we have is going to be a dog."

(Note here that even in the throws of a horrid tragedy, a 6 year old can still see the bigger picture).

Me:  (frantically texting the wife)

Phone rings.  GBD asks "What’d you do?"

I explained, then she talked to 1doh and then told me what she’d said to Lauren.

Me:  "So maybe Santa could bring you a new fish."

Her:  "Okay, I guess."

Me:  "So you’re okay?"

Her:  (Monkey crying now)  "I JUST MISS HER SO MUCH!! I LOVED HER DADDY!!"

Me:  (Struggling to not explain the flawed thinking of a 6 six year old to said six year old).

So I patted her leg, tried to console her, and finally got her to my SIL’s house.  GBD had called ahead to explain why 1doh’s eyes would be puffy.  When I got there, she and her husband just looked at me and shook their heads.

I told them to tell her very sad stories all the way to grandma’s house so she’d get up every two hours and tell my mother in law how she missed the fish.

So readers, when you have a chance to tell the truth and ruin your afternoon or to lie and just be quiet, I recommend option B.




 

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