What is a little interest between friends...

Interest, could generate some warmth, a closer relationship and change your whole world... but maybe what I was talking about was the cost of borrowing someone else's money. How does that change one's life?

Well, add us the number of dollars you are paying in interest and figure how many gallons of milk that would be, how many pairs of shoes, money for improving your financial worth... buying into banks, or animals, or flowers.
All that is gone because you are paying interest on a purchase that you thought was important but you can't really name what that was. We buy meals, movies, books, ebooks, itunes and on and on. Just running up a tab, then look around and realize that we aren't doing well that way.

How can the nations do that? Where did they get the idea that debt was the way to make life better as a country? If everyone in this world decided to pay off all debts and not acquire new ones, we would all have more money than we would know what to do with it.

No one thinks about how much they could do with their own money, the government doesn't either. When they want to build a new arena in Seattle the wheeler dealers come out and figure a way to get bonds sold, as the City/County borrow money from people that have it, and then will pay interest and repay the bond, but give the rich people, unions, and retirement funds and such a tax break on the interest they paid... making them richer and the City/County poorer. But we have to have a better arena for those teams that don't exist yet... don't we?

Lets have a goal in life...

I am up on East coast time, for no more reason than I didn't want to spend another hour in darkness wondering if I was going to fall back to sleep. I have had halfa cuppa microwaved coffee. Wandered Facebook, noticing that some people were up after I last session, but most not. It must be time to crawl back into bed, the eyes are telling me they don't need this. Although I weighed I haven't measured, so I can pretend this is a commercial interrruption and go back to sleep. Trilling my 'r's.

Suficiently advanced technology will look like magic...

Yes, it will. And there aren't any magicians around to save the apprentices as they play with it... Mickey is supposed to be coming to your mind now... and if he isn't you never watched the cartoon. Doesn't matter, the music is worthy all by itself. But back to technology.

Being a thinking animal, what a man isn't designed to do he can use laws of Physics to overcome his short comings. Want to throw a rock farther, everything from slings to trebuchets can help you toss rocks far and fast. But it all came from the mind of man.

My father loved electric razors, I don't - I use a multi-blade from Schick or Gilette, I did once use a straight razor but it scared me. Anyway, you pick and choose and the economy hums along providing so much choice that will make our life different. I no longer think it will be better, but it will be different.

I had a problem with my telephone service over the weekend, my wife insisted I call and get normal service returned. The exercise with the computer finally wore out and I started talking to a human, and we got to the disconnect the telephones since it seemed that one was off the hook. It wasn't, but the phone was off and throwing the service out of joint. I found the phone, it is gone and I am happy again. Because my wife isn't going to ask me ever again for what that phone provided -- more than she ever needed or used. Now I will disconnect all those extra little services like Caller ID (if you don't want to talk to anyone, don't answer the telephone) (if you don't want to talk to someone - don't answer the telephone) you do see where this is taking me. If I don't need to call out, I won't pick up the telephone, if I do I will. I NEVER need to answer the telephone. Come to think about it, I don't need to answer the door unless it is a Law Enforcement Officer with a warrant or two, do I?

So the next big improvement in Earl's life is not answering the telephone, my wife can if she wants. Thank you all very much.

Denkmals... Memorials... Remembering...

Something about remembering, causes dreams again. My dreams were of a much, by about forty plus years, younger man setting off on his adventure into the Empire. Saying good-bye to old friends and family, getting the addresses to write to as some of them were going to college and work in other areas. It wasn't very real to my very real life, but I seem to have used all those same steps in my own life.

I caught this on my way to church yesterday, it reminded me of the marching through the German countryside and seeing the markers of their fallen in every little village, most with only three or four family names, most having died on the Eastern Front against the godless Soviet Union. America has honored the memory of those that died in our wars, they aren't studied or remembered very much, never for how much they gave and considering how we seem to waste the benefit of Freedom on too many calories and pretend sexual perfections and pretensions as our Freedoms are taken away by our fearless (?) leaders.

The memory of the fallen deserves so much more from a grateful nation, but then we would have to truly be grateful. What do the Presidents say as they stand by memorials to wars and warriors fallen that they hid from or protested. I don't think I have ever paid attention to them, I have always taken time to read the names... to remember that something greater than self is worth the price, if we the ones protected thank God and the fallen for all our opportunities to get life right. Y'all try not to waste it - they were really good boys and girls... someone loved them.

What do you do in the Great NorthWest when...

the weather is perfect, the Sun slams you awake after a great night full of dreams of military and library operations (often think they had too much in like manner). Well, I got up and did start the day well, went off to the Range to make sure I was well regulated as a militia responsible for the security of a Free State. Shot just a few bullets in my two pistols. They hit the target at sixty feet so I am fine. Took a picture of the Colt Model 70 .45 APC. Then back to home, lunch and exercise, nap and off to Men's Bible Study. Good time was had, and discussion went round and round, potluck was more than enough. Finish at home with the Korean Historic drama. Good day and fine night, seems like the Sun has taken over... must be almost Summer.

If it doesn't rain in the afternoon tomorrow I will take some motorcycle riding photos, or I will just ride and you will have to take my word for it. Don't forget to attend worship and thank the Lord for all we have, even the tough stuff.

What does humble law abiding folk get you...

  You sure won't be feared in school or at work, but then you are probably successful in business, family and work. Think about it, there are ugly thugs out there, shooting badly and killing people they didn't even mean to hit (secret, they shoot like Hollywood is going to make it a great shot in editing). There won't be a lot of drama in your life if you are a good guy, the media will cover the man or woman that wants to save their sexual life for marriage, that cultural custom of commitment to a partner of the other sex to reproduce bad copies of yourselves - just hoping their life will be the one that saves the world... That is a twenty year commitment now, or twenty-six under ObamaCares. But I watched a reporter laugh at a young hurdler that said she was remaining a virgin until marriage... laughed at the answer, like the young woman was crazy.

  I was think about it, that God Fearing, Law abiding, Good Citizens are what politicians and Kings and dictators fear most. They like scum, thieves and terrorists -- they hire the same to protect their position and love to snort fool powder, or shoot morphine with the other corrupt folks. All for their little god called money and power. Anyway, Howard Zinn, famed Historian and Socialist thinker, had much to say about following the government into wars and destruction.

As I look at History, it is the common people that will build the civilization, when they believe in themselves and have a future to build. Yes they can use a good leader, one that is worth following... but it isn't a given that a position makes one a leader. Over forty some Presidents in the United States of America, and how many of them were leaders? Six? Eight? Ten? How many can you name and what made them a leader? There were thousands of people, millions of people that made the country and over seventy percent of the Presidents weren't leading that population anywhere. More control feels like the Communists or Fascists making trains run on time. The Media wants the population to be swayed and controlled by its message, they make business pay for the privilege of being present.

During my morning walk, I took a picture of what some of those people have done without the President or his leadership. Oregon Trail markers. The people came and this wasn't even the United States territory at the time, in the 1930's they erected the marker, part of the make work for prosperity of FDR. There once was a brass plaque near the top, but it was ripped off and never replaced by some fine meth sucking punks that needed money. Well, I did get lots of exercise today, 80rds of dry fire with the M1, and a couple of war films to watch between bouts of commercial enterprise and political BS. Don't they know that People died serving the cause of Liberty, only to have their posterity waste it on picnics, drunkenness and sex? Well, not you and I, we don't work with the Secret Service. Memorial Day, remember how many did it without the leadership at National level. Thank God for accepting their lives and sacrifice in battle.

Doesn't meet the Paul Revere Ride test...

What doesn't meet it? Well, the mail I receive telling me I need to assemble on the Green, bring rifle and ammunition, food and water. You know, gather with my friends and neighbors to defend our lives, Liberty and all the Lord provides. All I seem to get are solicitations for motorcycle insurance, refinancing my home, and the American Rifleman magazine telling me if I don't get a Challenge Coin for Defeating Obama this year I won't be sexy anymore.... Then I do get a very nice almost personal letter from Mitt, to me (Mr. Dungey, one of America's most notable Republicans - not exactly what I want on my grave marker).

It is a fine personal letter, so I won't bother you all with the rest of what it said. Once you get beyond how well I have impressed Mitt it is about his belief in America and his plan for leadership. Sounds pretty good, until I see that he didn't remember why I think Ron Paul has a better slate than the rascally Republicans. Mitt, like President Obama, doesn't go and join the military and protect America from foreign fools. Under orders from some really strange other folks in uniforms with rank way above their capabilities... he, like President Obama, hasn't a clue what defending the nation is about. What is worth fighting for, what isn't, and why all those with only common values, of a common people don't think smart folks are very smart.

Well, I haven't the money to toss in Mitt's direction, and I know that Obama doesn't need my money - he hasn't asked and has already thrown away trillions on his stupidity. The letter, since it didn't address bringing my guns  to the Green to defend our Rights, is convincing me that no one in Washington, DC, nor wanting to go to Washington DC, knows what is worth fighting and dying for, therefore none are worth following. Have at it you proud professional political paupers. Have at it. I will be Earl, and will vote for the better of the choices... have had a taste of the fruit of the tree.