By T Blogger | July 14, 2011
Let me offer up a (semi) fictional anecdote:
I’m in a financial bind. As Bruce Springsteen’s “Johnny 99” says: “I got debts no honest man can pay.” My wallet is so fat with credit cards I have to take it out of my pocket to sit down. Every day I get offers in the mail for more credit cards, So, being at least as smart as the people running our government’s finances, I figure I’ll get one of these new cards and use it to get cash to pay on the other credit cards. My wife says “You’re an idiot!! You can’t borrow your way out of debt. That’s just plain stupid. We need to stop spending so much money that we don’t have!” She is unmoved by my promise to do it “just this once”.
Many of you reading this will recognize my wife’s wisdom. Clark Howard would be proud. Unfortunately, many of you who know it’s stupid to try to borrow your way out of debt don’t see that Obama and the Democrats are proposing just that. They want to raise the debt limit so we’ll be able to borrow money to pay on our existing debt. That’s what all this scare-mongering about default is all about. And, of course, they promise to do it “just this one last time” and then they’re gonna get serious about not spending so much money they (we) don’t have. Sure they are.
All the Republican hold-outs on this debt-limit kerfuffle are asking is that somebody put that “getting serious about not spending money we don’t have” in writing and sign off on it. Because, my fellow Americans, if we don’t stop spending more than we have, at some point a great many heretofore reliable bond buyers are going have the same epiphany that my wife did. They are going to say, “You people are idiots! You can’t borrow your way out of debt.” Then we are all going to have debts no honest government can pay. I wonder who will foreclose on us?
By T Blogger | October 27, 2010
In the past few years I have pretty much become disgusted with the Democrat party. However, In the gubernatorial race, I initially thought Roy Barnes might actually be a Democrat I could support. No longer!
I listen to talk radio while I work, and in the last month I have been bombarded about every half hour by ridiculously hyperbolic ads attacking Nathan Deal. These ads are so irritating and so obviously misleading that I decided to do a little research to supplement my recollection of the Barnes tenure as governor.
It seems Mr. Barnes was just another mediocre Good Ol’ Boy yellow dog Democrat. He had his chance, and he pretty much muffed it. But that’s not really the point of this post. The point is, had Barnes not authorized the broadcast blitzkrieg against Mr. Deal, he had a pretty good chance of getting my vote. After so many weeks of the irritation of his whiny radio ads attacking Mr. Deal, I wouldn’t vote for Barnes for dog catcher. I guess negative ads really do work (negatively).
By T Blogger | July 2, 2010
While channel-surfing the other evening I came across a fascinating bit of educational television on The Science Channel. It was one of a series of programs called “Through the Wormhole”, narrated by Morgan Freeman, whose marvelous voice has spoken in movies as both the president of the U.S. and God Almighty. I figured I ought to listen. This particular episode featured the progression of the development of various theories of cosmology. First was the “Big Bang” theory. I am not a physicist or a cosmologist, or even an amateur astronomer, but I “get” the Big Bang. The Bang was the beginning. Before The Bang there was nothing, and after The Bang there was something which “inflated” into everything.
What seemed to cause much consternation among the great thinkers (I mean no sarcasm here) featured on this program was the inability of the Big Bang followed by inflation theory to answer the simple question, “What about before the bang?” Cosmologists have wracked their brains for decades to come up with an answer to that question, because it is possibly the most important cosmological question Science can ask.
To attempt to explain how there could have been a transformation from nothing to everything, several theories have been advanced. The latest of these is “M Theory”. I do not pretend to understand very much about M Theory, or the String Theories it purports to account for. Suffice it to say that it involves eleven dimensions and subatomic particles that are so small that they cannot now be measured, and in fact will probably never be measurable. But the real “meat” of the theory, as applied to the question “how did nothing become everything?”, is a disappointing cop-out. M theory proposes that there is no beginning and no end — there is only the constant shifting of the state of the universe. The irrefutable value of these theories lies in their being useful in explaining how the various forces and matter in the universe work. They do not, however, answer the Big Question.
I am not a Christian, Jew, or Muslim, but watching those scientists struggle with the inadequacies of their complex theories to answer a fairly simple question, I realized there is another theory in a very old book that at least addresses the Big Question:
In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth. And the earth was without form, and void…
© 2010, Tom Weeks
By T Blogger | October 14, 2009
So many pigeonholes, so little time. I can’t figure out who I am speaking for when I speak for myself. Am I a “senior citizen”? Am I an “angry white man”? Am I a “veteran”? Am I one of the “poor”. Am I a “worker”? Since I am able to answer “yes” to all of those questions, I get a little confused when the babbling class starts making assumptions about what I want and the political class starts telling me what I need based on their assessment of what pigeonhole I fit into.
Suffice it to say that, while I plead guilty to being an angry old poor white male veteran in the work force, I am, above all else, an American citizen, and I am deeply saddened by what is happening to my country. I’m sick of watching a gaggle of pampered politicians flitting about our nation’s capital like Dukes and Duchesses and Potentates, explaining to us ignorant slobs in our little pigeonholes how they are planning to “take care of us” by bankrupting the country. Who asked ‘em to do that?
We have a large flock of guys and gals running the show up there in D.C. who have never been poor “feelin’ the pain” of us “po’ folks”. You have a bunch of trust fund babies who never had a real job talking about what the workin’ folks need. I used to think Barack Obama was a one trick pony (give him an hour and a teleprompter and he’ll make a rousing speech about anything). I’ve changed my mind. He’s not even a real pony, he’s a no trick rocking horse. How did a guy who had accomplished so little get publishing companies to pay him to write not just one, but two books about himself? I guess old HL Mencken was right when he quipped, “Nobody ever went broke underestimating the intelligence of of the American public.”
The big O will be the president at least until January of 2013. Fortunately, however, next year is an election year. If we haven’t all starved to death, gone to Mexico to find work, or been incinerated by an Iranian or North Korean nuke, we can have a house cleaning in the congress and put some real people to work for us who will put a leash on Obama and his ridiculous collection of clowns. All it takes is climbing out of our little pigeonholes, shaking off all that hopey-changey pigeon poop and voting like adults.
©2009, Tom Weeks
By T Blogger | September 10, 2009
I have a recurring dream. In this dream huge crowds of people flood into the two houses of Congress and say to the senators and representatives, “OK, ladies and gents, pack up your stuff and go home and get a real job. We’re going to start all over.” It is, unfortunately, the Impossible Dream.
When the Founders of this country set up our system of government, I don’t believe they imagined they were setting up an enterprise that would produce an entirely new profession — politician. I believe they expected that elected federal offices would be held by citizen/statesmen who would take time out from their various private sector pursuits to temporarily bring their skills to bear in keeping the federal government on track. If you told John Adams or even old Tom Jefferson that in the future people would actually tailor their education and aspirations to pursue a “career” as an elected official they would have laughed at you.
Washington, D.C. is not a fetid swamp crawling with professional politicians. The professional politicians are the “swamp”. Our legislators are a bunch of people whose “success” depends not on their insight, or their problem-solving talents, but on their ability to get elected and, more importantly to them, reelected. Their lives are a constant cycle of begging money, making deals, and campaigning. With a two year term, a member of the U.S. House of Representatives starts campaigning for his next term the instant he or she is elected. This system cries out for term limits.
Of course the professional politicians are not going to impose term limits on themselves. We the people have to do that. It takes a member of the House about two terms to be Washingtonized. So, no matter how much you like old Joe congressman, you need to think really hard about electing him to a third term. No matter how conscientious he might have been when he got to D.C., after two terms he has already been to too many cocktail parties, bought too many fancy suits, ridden in too many limos and cut way too many back room deals to be trusted. He needs to go back home (if he even has a home anymore). Furthermore, if old Joe is a lawyer, one term is quite enough for him, because he’s already entirely too good at making –and breaking– deals.
It takes a person elected to the Senate about thirty seconds after being sworn in to become an insufferable elitist bloviator. One term is quite enough for them. It boggles the mind that some people have actually spent four and five decades in the Senate. Any incumbent senator needs to be voted out of office — period. No exceptions!
That, my fellow Americans, is change I can believe in.
©2009, Tom Weeks