PLINKY: One Law I’d Abolish

It’s sad that “We, The People” keep allowing the political class to enslave us.

money to burn

It would be the 1913 law that created the Federal Reserve Bank.

This created a banking cartel of elite bankers, a monopoly, and turned us into serfs working for them. Andrew Jackson killed one central bank. Teddy Roosevelt stumped against monopolies. But some how this one whizzed by “We The People”.

It allowed bureaucrats to manipulate the money supply for the benefit of the banking elite and the politicians. It allowed Welfare and Warfare without having to pay for it. When FDR stole everyone’s gold and Nixon finally closed the Gold Window, the enslavement was complete.

Lest you think my tin foil hat is a might snug, because the Federal Reserve Bank’s charter talks about reserving purchasing power, consider that since 1970 the purchasing power of the dollar has lost 95% of its value. Since 1913, no one even talks about that. Some “preservation”.

In current day America, we have an out of control Gooferment, spending worse than drunken sailors — at least sailors are spending their own money and stop when they run out. Future generation are in debt to the Chinese in amounts that are nonredeemable. Deficits as far as the eye can see. Unfunded liabilities every where you look. Gooferment bureaucrats are over paid and have lifetime benefits retiring long before the serfs that have to pay the taxes.

My Rx:

0. End the FED, fiat currency, and use long term bonds (50-100) years to dig ourselves out;

1. End the personal and corporate dole;

2. End gooferment public education;

3. Stop the various wars — foreign and domestic;

4. Repatriate the troops home;

5. End the drug war; pardon all non-violent drug offenders;

6. Downsize ALL gooferments;

7. Eliminate all taxes but tariffs and excise;

8. Reform “social security” similar to what Chile did in the 1970;

9. Reform all Gooferment pensions similarly;

10. Begin to put politicians and bureaucrats on trial for “conflict of interest” and corruption. Enact term limits — one term for any elective office; one 18 year term staggered for SCOTUS.

11. Repeal the 16th and 17th Amendments.

And, it all starts with the law that created the Federal Reserve Bank. Which by the way is not Federal, Reserves nothing, and is not a Bank in any normal sense of the word. And why does it have its own police force. And, why has it never been audited.


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PLINKY: Shoulda, coulda, and woulda!

August 12, 2010

Describe the one who got away.: Going, going, gone

This is an encouragement to delve into “shoulda, coulda, and woulda!” thinking. That’s always a disaster. You can’t win from that POV.

“… checked the Eternal Possibilities Machine, which generates all the possibilities for use in creating the alternative worlds. In all those probability lines …” CHURCH 10●19●62 (Vol 1) 978-0-557-08387-9 page 45

It’s not like you can examine the “eternal possibilities machine” that will tell you what the results were from every choice. No matter how small. How trivial. Perhaps you become a millionaire if in the third grade, you’d have picked Wheaties as opposed to Cheerios that morning before you went to school. (Yeah, I know there’s no relation possible between the two. But how do you know for SURE?)

See, there have been so many “decisions” that I made, had made for me, made by default, or even made by failing to make a decision. And, I could drive myself crazy by trying to second guess those “decisions”. Off the top of my head, where I lived, where I went to school, who I dated, where I went to work, and choices made about jumping to another job. Countless decisions, large and small, that like Gulliver, those are the tiny Lilliputian threads, which bind us down.

Who’s to say which thread, which if loosed, would make a huge alternative possibility into a reality?

Even later in life, I made decisions that I know regret. For example, when my MBA classmates decided to go together to law school at night as a group, I was burnt out from schooling. I knew I’d never finish that path with my mind in its state at the time. Too bad! Maybe it was just too much school. Another six years. Argh! I had four years of VA benefits left. But it wasn’t the money, the tax deductability status, or even the commute. It was the time! Funny because after a few years off, I went and did a four year program in CompSci. Crassly, my motivation was to collect my last VA benefits. (Hey, I was being robbed by Uncle Sam so this was just my attempt to mitigate my damages.) Turns out, it was a useful credential. When I was young enough to exploit it.

So, consulting the EPM (i.e., mythical Eternal Possibilities Machine in CHURCH 10●19●62), I can see the “law school” track, leading to failure, alcoholism, divorce, or even death. (That was a traffic accident when rushing home from school tired and after a night cap!) But you never really know, one track might have led to “world peace”. (Hey, if beauty queen contestants can wish for a great result for which they have absolutely zero impact on, so can I.) Maybe I could have a degree and a license. Maybe I could have a future. Maybe, maybe, maybe.

But it is fun to wonder in an idle moment to wonder what might have been.

Where in the world is Virginia Barry?

ROFL! (Only a really kool girl, like her or Frau, would go to a College dance called the “Engineers’ Balls”. ROFL

Maybe the “shoulda, coulda, and woulda!” exercise is valuable to demonstrate all that we have.

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PLINKY: What I'd Say to My 16-Year-Old Self

Shoulda, coulda, and woulda!

Stupid Sign in DC

Hey, stupid! Yeah, you with your head up your a double q.

You’re not as smart as you think.

Success for you is ruthless financial discipline — no bad debt.

The adults in your life are not stupid, but in some cases they are just wrong. They are not teaching you the life skills that you need to learn!

Forget school. They are teaching you facts; some of which are even wrong. Worse than that, they are fooling you into thinking that life is like school. It ain’t by a long shoot. You need the “education” and the piece of paper, but there are so many other skills you need. Forget it in the sense that’s it’s giving you all you need. Sorry, but it’s not even teaching you the minimum you need.

Write down your goals. I know you heard that, but you didn’t do it. Do it! It’s critical. (Why didn’t you do it?)

I can’t say your life would be “better”. Only the Creator can answer that. But, I can say it would be very different. And, from this fat old white guy injineer’s point of view, you’d have been better off.

Sadly. Much better off.

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PLINKY: The No-Fail Way to Make Me Roll My Eyes

It doesn’t help that I wrote this while watching BHO44 on “The View”.


When politicians pontificate and tells about their “struggles”! These are well-paid rich, often from wealthy families, who have never done an honest day’s work in their lives. And, they are going to tell us how they have had a “hard life”. Give me a break. I’d like to see lot less haughtiness and a lot more humility.

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PLINKY: The Worst Teacher I Ever Had

Ahh, to be back in that much simpler time, with no worries, no demands, and the parties.

Has to be Doctor Zia. Not only was his spoken “Engrish” so bad, bordering on unintelligible, but his marking strategy was insane. His exams were one question — right or wrong — no partial credit — no credit for showing the correct method — just 100% or a Big Fat Goose Egg. No one ever took him twice voluntarily. And his slogan “U Ingineer, wrong sign, bridge fall down, no partial credit.” is immortalized in Jasper legend. Anyone who was on the receiving end of that aphorism ever forgets it. I certainly won’t.

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PLINKY: Overheard at My Own Funeral

Just killing time in the CCU!


⑩ “Who’s got the keys to the Shore House?”

⑨ “Whose got his passwords?”

⑧ “What do we do with 1,000 pounds of nitrogen packed rice?”

⑦ “What’s this about him having a George and a Martha at home?”

⑥ “Who wants 200 copies of CHURCH 10●19●62?”

⑤ “What can we do with 10,000 rounds of 22 longs?”

④ “How many long guns did he buy and where are they buried?”

③ “Never mind that, you fool, where did the old fart bury his gold?”

② “Remember: Don’t anyone touch the refrigerator! He was certifiable.”


① “Man! Am I glad that know-it-all-sob has left the building. Now lets get to the reading of the will.”

(ROFL, everyone will be surprised. I’ll have spent it all!)

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PLINKY: My Life, Ten Years From Now

I hope I’m still blogging … probably from the home for old bloggers. With any luck, I’ll still be “advocating” for my “patient”.

Under the heading of “jumbo shrimp, the tooth fairy, and honest politicians” (i.e., things we wish for but don’t exist), I’d hope I had: won the lotto, seen the return to honest money, and Peace on Earth.

PLINKY: That Special Book in My Life

My first novel. Five decades after it could have been written.

“CHURCH 10●19●62” 978-0-557-08387-9

Action, adventure, fiction, Cuban Missle Crisis, TEOTWAWKI, Alternative history, heroic, and I wrote it.

It’s what I wished had happened.

How’s that for sad?