Ron Paul explains the recent “dead cat bounce”. And, why there WILL be more down side and inflation. Argh!
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Ron Paul explains the recent “dead cat bounce”. And, why there WILL be more down side and inflation. Argh!
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http://www.nj1015.com/tollplan.shtm
THE FLYING PIG COALITION
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New Jersey Governor Jon Corzine (D) has proposed a series of toll hikes to begin in 2010 to go towards fixing the state’s budget woes and repairs to roadways. Under Corzine’s Financial Restructuring and Debt Reduction Plan, the cost of the average turnpike trip would increase about five times by 2022 to $9.86. Since the announcement of the plan during his State Of The State address, the plan has met with overwhelming opposition from the public, all wondering what they can do.
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An 800% increase in tolls. Lots more money for Trenton to waste. No sign of any contriteness, contraction, or even shame from the politicians.
The Guv wants an alternative.
How about:
* An across the board 20% cut in all State spending
* Hiring freeze; zero replacement plan.
* Stop all pensions for politicians.
* Freeze state workers pensions. Convert to a cash balance 401k. Give notes to cover the accrued liability.
* Constitutionally limit spending.
* Constitutional end “thorough and efficient education”.
* End welfare.
* Restrict State Government functions to preventing the initiation of force and fraud.
I bet that would obviate the need for the Guv’s “Hock the Roads” plan.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0OTgb3KO7QM
AN absolute hoot!
Not that I think Jack has to worry about his career being threatened.
But, you have to wonder at the the time and effort put into You Tube videos.
Amazing!
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The Short March
The disaster happened. (Does it really matter which one?) I was fat, old, and unprepared. There was no choice but to go on the dole. I went to the grocery store, turned in my Real Id driver’s license, the private swiped it. “Go to the Meat Department”. The woman in front of me was sent to the Bakery; the guy behind the Vegetable Aisle. I wonder why, but there was no time. I was directed thru to the loading dock and onto a deuce and a half. With many other old souls.
It wasn’t a long ride. It looked like a College campus. It could have been an office plex for all I know. There was a loading dock and a ramp down to the parking lot. There were numbered circles. We were directed to stand on one. A UN Officer addressed us in perfect English. “Please put down your bag and get your tag. There’s a short walk to your new home. Your bag will be returned after it was searched for contraband. You get cleaned up, fed, and settled in for the night.” OK, sounds good a fellow in scrubs comes, tags the bag, gives me the other half, and whispers “God bless”. That was strange.
The officer blew his whistle, the “scrubs” all ran to the side and a platoon of soldiers ran to the orange circles that I just noticed. The “soldiers” all looked “different”. Not in a big way. But in shoulder patches, ranks, and the all important divisions. When did you ever see MPs mixed with Combat Engineers? The Macy’s day parade. I had a very bad feeling. I was on the outside. The soldiers were place every other row on both sides; each side was off set one row. All guns were pointing into the formation. That was really odd. You never point a weapon at what you’re not prepared to destroy?
I remembered a conversation when I was a little boy with an old Jewish refugee. He tearily described how he was separated from his family at the concentration camp. The showers jumped to mind. I was now very afraid.
The officer blew his whistle again, “Forward March”.
We sloppily moved across a little field and up a smaller path. There was a disturbance on the other side. Th guard’s attention was diverted. So, I exited stage left with all due speed. I never looked back. I could hear something behind me. When I ran thru woods as a kid, I always high stepped. Old habit came back. I heard a thud. Stopped and turned around. The guard was down. I hustled back. He was dead. Broken neck I think. I grabbed the gun and what I could and moved sideways into the thickets. I head a lot of shots from where I came. Embolden with a weapon, I crawled back. I heard a group coming down the trail, they found the guard, and dragged him back to the parking lot.
I saw the guards on their orange circles. The UN officer was with an American Officer who was doing all the yelling. I was now ready to kill. Was I really? The American Officer went to the last guard on the far side and executed him. He did the same on “my” side. I wondered if this rifle was sighted for distance. Nothing I could do. I put the American Officer in the sight, remembered my breathing, and slowly squeezed. The bullet covered the distance, but I missed. The center of mass that is. The gun fired high. Who knows where was sighted? It went thru the taller American’s throat and into the taller UN guy’s head. Time to exit stage right. When I crouched up, I heard a crack.
“Herr General, we have casualties in the Population Reduction program.” “Of course, we pruning civilians.” “No, Herr General, one of ours. And, one of the snotty American traitors.” “Who?” “Colonel Franz Shummer” “Was he in our uniform?” “No, the switch was on.” “Strange, I thought that this would be bloodless for us.” “Who did it?” “Some fat old man.” “Dead?” “yes” “Too bad, I’d have like to have had him questioned”. “Send a replacement and how will this effect our numbers”. “It’s only one location. We should have no trouble meeting our quotas!” “Very well, 95% reduction is a big quota”
Silently the General remembered a famous Admiral and a sleeping tiger.
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http://www.networkworld.com/newsletters/web/2008/0114web2.html
What comes after blogging?
First comes static Web site postings, then comes blogs, then comes tumblelogs
Web Applications Alert Newsletter By Mark Gibbs, Network World, 01/16/08
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First came Web sites with static postings. Then came blogs, essentially diaries on steroids. The astute reader might guess what question that raises: What comes after blogging? Some believe the answer is “tumblelogs” – a curious and compelling hybrid of a blog and a scrapbook. The definitive tumblelog service today is Tumblr, but the term “tumblelog” was first coined as long ago as 2005 to describe the formatting of a blog.
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Interesting. I’ll try it, of course.
http://www.tumblr.com/dashboard
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http://glcavalier.wordpress.com/2008/01/18/networking-is-sexually-unbiased/
January 18, 2008
Networking is Sexually Unbiased
Posted by G. Lane Cavalier under Networking
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Lillian D Bjorseth had the following article in her newsletter today. I chose to put it up here for two reasons.
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WHICH PROMPTED
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Well, it would seem that women have a long way to go to overcome all those hurdles. Having a young girl within my sphere of influence, I was thinking about getting her an address book, a universal day book, and some stamps. I was think of paying her a bounty for every name, address, phone number, birthday, and anniversary that she could collect. What do you think? Can one manufacture a “networker” the way you can a basketball “player”? A lot of Dads manufacture many of the ladies who play college women’s basketball to get free tuition. My wife and I can pick them out. They are “wooden” and are deadly shots if all alone. So, can we some how create master networkers from a child’s greed? Hmmm.
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So, what would I need to do?
* An “address book” to record names and dates.
* A calendar for her to record names to be remembered.
* A roll of stamps.
* A box of various cards.
And, of course, a plan.
I want her to do this to learn what I should have been taught. I want to make it “fun” so she doesn’t think it’s a chore. I want to make it “challenging” since I don’t think she’s ever been challenged like this will.
I’m figuring a loose leaf binder for an address book. With a simple form to fill out. (Full name, address, phone number, email, birthday, anniversary, siblings.) For which, I’d pay a dollar. If she sends cards on time, then maybe another dollar.
(I’d get one those inventory rubber stamps to ensure “honesty”. She’s not old enough yet to be devious enough to scam me undetected. She’ll learn soon enough. She’s a girl!)
I almost have the idea thought out enough to discuss.
:-)
Thoughts?
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http://apnews.myway.com/article/20080118/D8U89N681.html
World Chess Champion Bobby Fischer Dies
Jan 18, 7:26 AM (ET)
By GUDJON HELGASON
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REYKJAVIK, Iceland (AP) – Bobby Fischer, the reclusive American chess master who became a Cold War icon when he dethroned the Soviet Union’s Boris Spassky as world champion in 1972, has died. He was 64.
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They say the line between genius and madness is very grey.
I played a lot of chess as a child. (I was a rated chess and bridge player. And, if I was born a couple of decades later, then I might have been a poker millionaire. I knew the math side; would have had to learn the people side.) I knew of Fischer before he was “popular”. I followed his games in the chess rags and chess clubs in the Greenwich Village. In fact, at chess, you can quickly see that you are out classed with no hope of ever getting better. His games were like that. I found many people, who while better than I, opined that he was the “Cassius Clay” of our “sport”. After that point, you’re either just kidding yourself or wasting time. So, I moved on to find my niche at something I was unique at. (I’m still looking!?!)
I hope he found peace.
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http://www.lewrockwell.com/higgs/higgs72.html
Libertarian Foreign Policy in the Hobbesian Crosshairs: A Reply to Bret Stephens
by Robert Higgs
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Nobody “forced” Americans to begin to build a navy in the 1790s. Government officials and seafaring merchants decided to do so and to deploy this force against (among others) the pirates to whom the government had been paying protection money. They might instead have continued to pay off the Barbary raiders. Or they might have rested content to let the merchants of other nations, perhaps Great Britain, which already had a large navy, handle the shipping of American goods in the Mediterranean. The fact that U.S. leaders resorted to force does not demonstrate that they chose the best option. This option did, however, socialize the costs of engaging in the Mediterranean trade, spreading it across all American taxpayers largely for the sake of the traders who had an immediate interest in the matter.
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Here’s a interesting formulation of gooferment.
SOMEONE has a problem. Whey then make it a gooferment problem, it can be FIXED regardless of cost. TAXPAYERS pay and SOMEONE benefits.
Look at everything the gooferment is in and you’ll see the same paradigm and meme in play.
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You don’t? TOO BAD!
This morning 17 January 2008 @ 0730 local
… on Route 295S milepost 47 …
… a white suv TD 1161 …
… at a leisurely 75+ (Your serf speed limit is 65) …
… never left the left lane (Do you teach them to do that, or is that a qualification for working for the state of nujerzee!?)
Any way I am sure that he was hurrying to get away from the scene of the crime in trenton. (Everything politicians and bureaucrats do in Trenton is a crime!)
… just to protect and serve me.
Arghhh!
P.S.: Next time you talk to your buddy George (Everyone knows there’s not a dime worth of difference between Democans and Republicrats. Look at old man Bush and Clinton — pals. “Yuck, did we put one over on them.”), please ask him if he could tell his minions to observe the state speed limits? (So much for the tenth amendment!) I saw “Go Army” car US Gooferment plate 66-15-08 at milepost 59.5 on 295 South zipping by in the left lane. What does that person think they are … “the Guv”?
Arghhhhhhh!
P.S.: Dear reader, I don’t write these every day. Just when I ARRIVE early for work, particularly agitated aggravated and have to wait for my employer workstation to get online.
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