Ordinarily I avoid every McDonald's establishment - restaurants they are not - like the plague and avert my eyes whenever I spot one of those yellow points of ugliness. One reason is that I see them as mighty disintegrators of family life, via their seduction of children with built-in plastic playgrounds, garbage-quality plastic Chinese toys mimicking the latest Horrywood craze, and other gimmicks. Another reason is the unbelieveable quantities of fat and cholesterol these little pits pump into American arteries from before sunup with Eggs McMaggot until well into night with Crappy Meals.
Neverytheless, lately in charge of a small child, thoroughly seduced by the latest Chinese plastic, that had parental license to dine where he chose, I found myself beneath the golden arches. While I lobbied to abscond with the lipids and watch him consume them at home, I got to observe him poison himself in-house, so to speak.
It was about 9 p.m., and when the order-taker, a woman of fifty-five or so, came by to investigate the dysfunction of a string of colored lights, I spoke to her. She disclosed that this McJob was her second employment. Four days each week she works demonstrating food products at Sam's, Wal-Mart, and other supermarkets. Living alone, she finds that income insufficient and must supplement it.
Another employee, armed with a mop and clearly charged with, at least, keeping the winter floor clean, invited attention. She was elderly, not very mobile, and coiffed with a ridiculos cap, part of her McUniform. I spoke to her, too, and, when she mentioned a recent birthday, asked how old she was. SHE IS EIGHTY-ONE!
"Why aren't yopu retired?" I wanted to know.
She said she couldn't live on that income.
"Social security?" I asked
"I have my husband's death benefit pension."
Her own work in life had been as an assistant in nursing homes, and she had been terminated sans benefits.
EIGHTY-ONE YEARS OLD AND MOPPING A MCDONALD'S FLOOR AT NIGHT IN ORDER TO SUBSIST!
My first question is why doesn't she have benefits beyond Medicare? If a job is worth doing, it's deserving of health and retirement benefits, and if that means that nursing homes and cardboard tacos are more expensive, VOILA!
Next, why are there women 1/3 the age of the McJob order-taker and 1/6 the age of the McJob floor-sweeper that have never worked, are not now working, and, unless an access of sanity seizes government policy-makers, will NEVER work - assuming one doesn't count lying on their fat backs to watch Okra Winfree with legs wide-spread to procreate the next generation of welfare ruination?
What's the secret here? Is it purely race? Is it the fertility necessary to breed future generations of indigent ciphers, all guaranteed to vote Democrat? I say that people that WORK and can't make ends meet should be the ones given priority for welfare.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
HOW TO SUCCEED IN AMERICA - WHILE TRYING TO GET KICKED OUT
This tale of a legal alien comes from a friend out west and involves a Mexican national whom I'll call Pancho.
He was the eldest of a house full of children, and, at age 9 or 10, his parents apprised him that they could not raise as many as their bedroom zeal produced, and he was kicked out into the streets.
A grandmother accepted him in her household, but that was not comfortable living, either, so like every other one of his country's dissatisfied, he infiltrated the U.S. As this was some years ago, the Border Patrol were more alert; he was caught and kicked back south of the border.
Undaunted, and with the examples of millions of countrymen to guide him, Pancho sneaked in again. This time, though, once arriving he obtained a green card and became, suddenly, a legal alien. (What, you again? We'll give you a G for effort and forget your law-breaking.)He picked up an American wife, banged her enough to produce 2-3 children neither wanted, and skipped out for greener pastures.
When my friend met him he was a good man, a hard-working man, but not remunerated adequately to cover his habits, which included booze and gambling, and lived in a trailer of his employer's provision. He was polite, generous, and trying to learn passable English - EXCEPT when boozed up. Then the troubles commenced.
There were DWI citations, fights in bars, proceedings to make him pay child support, and, penultimately, a tussle, involving a handgun, in which both him and his paramour of the moment were shot with a single bullet. No one was charged.
Following a particularly good stretch he found himself shacked up with a sweet, gentle woman with whom he worked, and people were happy for them, but little by little he drifted back to the bottle. Inebriated at work one day, with no one else about, they sat in a car, where he put a pistol to her head and mumbled something to the effect that if he must go to hell, he would take her along with him.
Resourcefully, she got him out of the vehicle with a ruse and drove to the police. A search revealed the then-hidden gun with, sure enough, a cartridge in the chamber. Pancho was arrested and spent some weeks in jail awaiting a hearing.
In a land where it's guaranteed by the Constitution, speedy justice was slow in making her blindfolded appearance. After several continuations he was found guilty but was free to work, which he did, though not at his former job. By the time sentencing took place, two years after the death threat, he had just reportedly fractured an arm on the job and appeared in court with it in a cast.
Whether out of pity or for another reason, the judge - there's a winning group in the U.S. - gave him a sentence of 5 years - PROBATION! Inexplicably, the woman whose life he threatened was given exactly one hour's notice of this convocation, which must be an example of speedy injustice.
Thanks to our generous laws, Pancho presently receives compensation checks for his work-preventing injury and has been officially forgiven for threatening with a loaded handgun to murder an innocent and defenseless person.
Looking at this sketch of the man's history in the U.S. are you not pleased that the court didn't deport the dangerous loser, pleased that without a cumbersome, slower than molasses in January (at selective times) legal system he would have spent NO time in jail, pleased that your tax $ are paying him workman's comp and helping to support the U.S. citizens he helped to produce?
It's a great country, all right. Too bad we native-born citizens haven't learned to milk the system as well. Yet, this BADministration fights like a wounded jaguar to keep this and worse scum in the country and to allow them to continue to flood in here. (Illegal today, legalized tomorrow, and think of all the votes for lousy Democrats) Do Russia or China work as diligently to weaken and ruin us? The question is moot; as Pancho's case illustrates, we're doing it ourselves, so what the hell is the difference?
He was the eldest of a house full of children, and, at age 9 or 10, his parents apprised him that they could not raise as many as their bedroom zeal produced, and he was kicked out into the streets.
A grandmother accepted him in her household, but that was not comfortable living, either, so like every other one of his country's dissatisfied, he infiltrated the U.S. As this was some years ago, the Border Patrol were more alert; he was caught and kicked back south of the border.
Undaunted, and with the examples of millions of countrymen to guide him, Pancho sneaked in again. This time, though, once arriving he obtained a green card and became, suddenly, a legal alien. (What, you again? We'll give you a G for effort and forget your law-breaking.)He picked up an American wife, banged her enough to produce 2-3 children neither wanted, and skipped out for greener pastures.
When my friend met him he was a good man, a hard-working man, but not remunerated adequately to cover his habits, which included booze and gambling, and lived in a trailer of his employer's provision. He was polite, generous, and trying to learn passable English - EXCEPT when boozed up. Then the troubles commenced.
There were DWI citations, fights in bars, proceedings to make him pay child support, and, penultimately, a tussle, involving a handgun, in which both him and his paramour of the moment were shot with a single bullet. No one was charged.
Following a particularly good stretch he found himself shacked up with a sweet, gentle woman with whom he worked, and people were happy for them, but little by little he drifted back to the bottle. Inebriated at work one day, with no one else about, they sat in a car, where he put a pistol to her head and mumbled something to the effect that if he must go to hell, he would take her along with him.
Resourcefully, she got him out of the vehicle with a ruse and drove to the police. A search revealed the then-hidden gun with, sure enough, a cartridge in the chamber. Pancho was arrested and spent some weeks in jail awaiting a hearing.
In a land where it's guaranteed by the Constitution, speedy justice was slow in making her blindfolded appearance. After several continuations he was found guilty but was free to work, which he did, though not at his former job. By the time sentencing took place, two years after the death threat, he had just reportedly fractured an arm on the job and appeared in court with it in a cast.
Whether out of pity or for another reason, the judge - there's a winning group in the U.S. - gave him a sentence of 5 years - PROBATION! Inexplicably, the woman whose life he threatened was given exactly one hour's notice of this convocation, which must be an example of speedy injustice.
Thanks to our generous laws, Pancho presently receives compensation checks for his work-preventing injury and has been officially forgiven for threatening with a loaded handgun to murder an innocent and defenseless person.
Looking at this sketch of the man's history in the U.S. are you not pleased that the court didn't deport the dangerous loser, pleased that without a cumbersome, slower than molasses in January (at selective times) legal system he would have spent NO time in jail, pleased that your tax $ are paying him workman's comp and helping to support the U.S. citizens he helped to produce?
It's a great country, all right. Too bad we native-born citizens haven't learned to milk the system as well. Yet, this BADministration fights like a wounded jaguar to keep this and worse scum in the country and to allow them to continue to flood in here. (Illegal today, legalized tomorrow, and think of all the votes for lousy Democrats) Do Russia or China work as diligently to weaken and ruin us? The question is moot; as Pancho's case illustrates, we're doing it ourselves, so what the hell is the difference?
Thursday, January 13, 2011
WHO'S GAINING ON US TODAY?
Perhaps the easier question is "Who isn't?"
Remember Edwin Moses, the 400 meter hurdler that went years without losing a race? He was World, Olympics, you-name-it champion time after time. His reputation was besmirched when he was arrested for soliciting prostitution from a policewoman disguised as a whore - what an unlucky choice for Edwin! Athletes and athlete/students in this country are judged by a different system than are you and I, so Ed wasn't convicted of anything and paid no formal penalty, though one wonders what his wife had to say.
AT ANY RATE, before all that, Ed had something like the following to say about training; "Whenever I'm tempted to take a day off, I remember that somewhere out there a competitor is working hard to beat me."
I've been applying this wisdom to the U.S. We have not just taken a day off nor a week, month, nor even a year. By all appearances we're taking FOUR YEARS OFF! Yes, sir, we're relying on CHANGE to protect us and apparently hoping our adversaries will change, too, in ways favorable to us. :-)tee hee
Years ago, for example, we developed the supreme fighter aircraft in the world, the F-22, but we don't make it anymore; what we've got is enough, right? At least, that's what the Harvard U. defense experts and string-pullers have decided. B.O. the N.O. and the BADministration also have scrapped the Joint Strike Fighter, and following its downing a foreign-made missile in a test, they've reduced the Airborne Laser project to an impotent effort with no manpower to develop it.
Lately the Chinese, soaking up a lot of know-how from out-sourcing and a windfall of money from about every "manufacturing" and sales firm in the U.S. rolled out a plane they claim superior to the F-22. Change for us means falling behind.
Where did all this saved money go, one wonders. Oh, to important projects like those of the Worst Lady, where three meals a day and fed into children whose parent (singular most appropriate) is too stupid, negligent, or lazy to learn how to transform food stamps into health children's diets, as opposed to potato chips and pizza.
B.O. and Co. ought to heed Edwin Moses; take even a day off, and the people that want to annihilate you gain a step or two. THEY don't rest.
Remember Edwin Moses, the 400 meter hurdler that went years without losing a race? He was World, Olympics, you-name-it champion time after time. His reputation was besmirched when he was arrested for soliciting prostitution from a policewoman disguised as a whore - what an unlucky choice for Edwin! Athletes and athlete/students in this country are judged by a different system than are you and I, so Ed wasn't convicted of anything and paid no formal penalty, though one wonders what his wife had to say.
AT ANY RATE, before all that, Ed had something like the following to say about training; "Whenever I'm tempted to take a day off, I remember that somewhere out there a competitor is working hard to beat me."
I've been applying this wisdom to the U.S. We have not just taken a day off nor a week, month, nor even a year. By all appearances we're taking FOUR YEARS OFF! Yes, sir, we're relying on CHANGE to protect us and apparently hoping our adversaries will change, too, in ways favorable to us. :-)tee hee
Years ago, for example, we developed the supreme fighter aircraft in the world, the F-22, but we don't make it anymore; what we've got is enough, right? At least, that's what the Harvard U. defense experts and string-pullers have decided. B.O. the N.O. and the BADministration also have scrapped the Joint Strike Fighter, and following its downing a foreign-made missile in a test, they've reduced the Airborne Laser project to an impotent effort with no manpower to develop it.
Lately the Chinese, soaking up a lot of know-how from out-sourcing and a windfall of money from about every "manufacturing" and sales firm in the U.S. rolled out a plane they claim superior to the F-22. Change for us means falling behind.
Where did all this saved money go, one wonders. Oh, to important projects like those of the Worst Lady, where three meals a day and fed into children whose parent (singular most appropriate) is too stupid, negligent, or lazy to learn how to transform food stamps into health children's diets, as opposed to potato chips and pizza.
B.O. and Co. ought to heed Edwin Moses; take even a day off, and the people that want to annihilate you gain a step or two. THEY don't rest.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
WHAT AN EXCUSE FOR A HOSPITAL!
I hadn't been in one for some time so had to rely upon Horrywood representations as preparation, and was I taken aback!
First of all, I expected the Chief Administrator to be, to some extent, an African American. I felt the same would be true of the surgeon that operated on me, not to mention anyone on the nursing staff that knew anything valuable. It's a bloody wonder I survived! All those people were honkies! Even the other people in the surgical group respionsible for me. One of the leeches that came around in the dark of morning to suck my blood looked to be a mulatto, and one of the nursing assistants and two people that cleaned the room had Spanish surnames. The movers and shakers, though, were all lily white. Can you imagine?
I don't know about you, but the quality of care one gets - or, indeed, of any service - is not nearly as important as the diversity of the people offering it. My government has taught me that, and Horrywood reinforces that priority every day.
First of all, I expected the Chief Administrator to be, to some extent, an African American. I felt the same would be true of the surgeon that operated on me, not to mention anyone on the nursing staff that knew anything valuable. It's a bloody wonder I survived! All those people were honkies! Even the other people in the surgical group respionsible for me. One of the leeches that came around in the dark of morning to suck my blood looked to be a mulatto, and one of the nursing assistants and two people that cleaned the room had Spanish surnames. The movers and shakers, though, were all lily white. Can you imagine?
I don't know about you, but the quality of care one gets - or, indeed, of any service - is not nearly as important as the diversity of the people offering it. My government has taught me that, and Horrywood reinforces that priority every day.
Monday, January 10, 2011
NO TRICK TOO LOW AND DIRTY
No, not for the rabid, foaming-at-the mouth liberals; conceal, lie, cheat, invent - you name it, and all because of the limitless arrogance that persuades them they are invariably correct and that any means justify their tortile goals.
Lately the wackos want people to believe that the maniac shooter in Arizona is actualy the fault of Sarah Palin and people like James Madison, Thomas Jefferson, and others that wrote the Constitution. Look around - this is a country where lunatic, mass murderers thrive, and if you want a simplified explanation, try that these beasts, like lunatic liberals, are convinced that any means justify their distorted ends.
Lately the wackos want people to believe that the maniac shooter in Arizona is actualy the fault of Sarah Palin and people like James Madison, Thomas Jefferson, and others that wrote the Constitution. Look around - this is a country where lunatic, mass murderers thrive, and if you want a simplified explanation, try that these beasts, like lunatic liberals, are convinced that any means justify their distorted ends.
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