Monthly Archives: March 2012
Governing by Avoidance…
I voted for Obama. I just couldn’t see John McCain and Sara Palin in the White House. It wasn’t a Republican or Democratic thing, it was a decision based solely on personality and age. I also bought into everything that Obama was promising from change to transparency. The fact that he was smart, articulate and Black was important to me. Yes, I wanted our country, finally, to be represented by a Black man. Seeing him get elected, made me very proud and I so desperately wanted him to succeed.
I liked Michelle, the daughters and Bo, the dog. I remember when Air Force One flew to Chicago to pick Barack up – the family had flown ahead of him – and he trotted up the stairs to greet the pilot. He was all alone. One man, having to deal with Bush mess. Him against the world. The steward, also a Black man, said Mr. President, what can I get you. Obama said a hamburger with Dijon mustard on a Kaiser roll. This was going to be my President for the next four years, and I was looking forward to everything he was going to do for us. I would support him anyway I could.
Fast forward and tomorrow is April 1st, the election to choose the next President is 7 months away. A lot has happened since the President got on that first flight on Air Force One to Washington, DC. And, honestly, I feel slightly confused and a bit more sad. Why? Because while I’m not that critical to call the last 3 1/2 years a failure, that’s too harsh, I feel very let down. I’m not proud anymore, I’m not excited and I wonder what happened. That’s where my head is at concerning the economy, “our” government and the election right now.
Health Insurance…
Here we are, doing just what American’s do best – complicate a simple issue. Maybe it is arrogance, perhaps stupidity. Our, dare I say, “right”, to receive quality healthcare is at issue – all the way up to the Supreme Court. 2700 pages of bureaucratic gibberish that the Obama administration has failed to adequately structure, explain and sell to America. It was dead from the start, and to quote the Church Lady, “Well, isn’t that just special!”. What an utter waste of time, while people suffer.
Listen, health insurance costs too much. If you’re not part of a group, it’s too hard to get. And, don’t lay any of that Conservative crap on me about entitlements, Saul Alinsky, socialism and pull yourself up by your bootstraps. Health insurance should not be “tied in” to your job, your boss should not be allowed to tell you how to manage your body and mind, and nobody should have to buy it, if they don’t want it.
Arrogance and stupidity are our worst enemy, not Obama. Rush Limbaugh is not arrogant, he, by his own admission, is “seriously frightened”. Jeffrey Toobin, isn’t either, but talks about a “train wreck”. It is both arrogant and stupid for anyone to claim “we” have the best healthcare system in the world. We don’t. I don’t understand why that doesn’t annoy more people. It might be that most Americans are not only apathetic, but identify most with being docile sheep, conforming to what they’re told to do and think, afraid of questioning anything, especially if it involves their job. I don’t care how it got that way, why it is the perceived “norm” or why anyone prefers that it stays that way. Being an iconoclast, I don’t believe in sustaining “institutions”, especially if they don’t work. Health care doesn’t work.
Hoodies and Burqa’s…
Folks can protest all they want, but the fact of the matter is that someone shot and killed someone else and what everyone is saying is that if it were them, they would be behind bars. I called cops retarded yesterday and I got a ton of comments saying I was out of line. No, I disagree. About 1% of the law enforcement is awesome, the rest can be seen as highly questionable. It was the other 99% questionable ones that, despite what some third rate law school DA said, released someone (a wanna be cop) who shot someone else in cold blood.
Sorry, but in my eyes, someone – anyone – who defends himself – if in fact that is what happened – against an unarmed person by deadly force – is a coward and should be prosecuted. This is not a complicated issue, yet, because of the stupidity of law enforcement in Sanford FL, it has turned into a race fest. I said this to my wife, if I were the father in this case, Mr. Zimmerman would now be dead, because I would hunt him down seeking the revenge “he” deserves. It’s all very simple to me.
So, hoodies and burqa’s. What nonsense. Here in Florida, where it almost hit 90 degrees yesterday, some fool was walking down the street wearing a black hoodie – with the hood over their head, of course. Whether it’s Detroit, LA, Miami, Tulsa, Boston, London or Hong Kong, what you’re clearly looking at are sad misguided individuals. Probably a teenager with, as most adolescents have, an identity problem. So, without a more positive role model to copy, this individual choses to exemplify their “hero” in sports or worse – one of those despicable rap videos. Sorry, but the “gangsta” look just doesn’t work for me or, I can assure you, millions of American’s – that silent majority – who because of political correctness are afraid to express their real opinion on anything that truly annoys them, like hoodies. No wonder the move to uniforms in schools is spreading so fast in this country.
Jobs, Facebook, Privacy…
I don’t have a problem if you want to be a cop and before they give you the shiny fast patrol car with the bright flashing lights, and the gun – of course – you do want that gun – as well as all the Batman-ish tool belt goodies that go with the job – you fork over all your social media passwords, so “they” can determine if your “right in the mind” to do the job based on your Tweets, posts, “friends”, blog posts and YouTube vids.
Frankly I believe all cops are slightly, what is the politically correct term? – retarded – no that’s not it, hum, bonkers, daffy, wacko, cuckoo, ah, psycho, that’s what I was looking for and certainly most of them do not possess the mental prowess to use social media, so it doesn’t matter. Certainly, I could be incorrect, yes, it might be unfair, but since I care little of nor respect most law enforcement, “they” can do whatever “they” want to each other, including “peeping” at each other vids, tweets and posts, the Constitution be damned.
But, for the rest of us, the truck drivers, waitresses, managers, salespeople, techies – whoever you all are – not so damn fast. Let’s go back in our magic time machine before all this Facebook, Twitter, YouTube crap. You apply for a job with some company to do customer service. You might give them a resume or you fill out an application – they check your references, perhaps call a former boss or two – bla, bla, bla – you have five fingers and toes and all is good and they hire you. If Jimmy boy says you’re OK, that’s good enough for us. Done deal, welcome aboard.
Time marches on. Folks discover that there are far more evil dastardly people in the world than they previously realized. So, after you fill out that job application, a written exam now is required. Some math questions, a few “trick” questions about tttt-trust, sss-stealing and ooo, a few personality questions. Officer Bob drove you home last year after he stopped you driving drunk? Well, boys will be boys. Don’t worry about it. Welcome aboard.
St. Pete FL Grand Prix Review…
The speed – the power and most definitely, the danger, is what you feel when the cars pass right in front of you at 175 miles per hour. When the first cars passed me, for some reason, I was actually a bit scared. What if one of these powerful cars bouncing along and flying by – on what is a city street not a race track – crashes or loses a tire right in front of me? I calmed down after about the fifth pass, but remained “cautious.”
I had never been to an auto race before. It was my son’s idea to take his disabled dad that could barely keep up with him – bad knees and all. I had no preconceived notions about what it would be or should be like. I’ve seen a lot of movies, watched a lot of television and read a great deal about NASCAR and Formula 1 racing. But nothing can substitute being there in person. It is definitely a bucket list item.
Getting to the race site was easy, after all this is St. Petersburg, FL not Miami or much worse, NYC or Ontario CA. The beauty of living here is that you can go anywhere relatively fast and easy. That is as long as you don’t live close to US19 in Clearwater. With the ever-lasting indefinite road work going on there, it can take you 1/2 hour just to go 3-5 miles. But getting to St. Pete from anywhere in Florida is a quick trip on I-75 to I-275, by car. Of course, if you’re a VIP like team owner and industrialist Roger Penske, you fly in your “G” whatever into Tampa International or St. Pete airport which places you 15 minutes from the track and downtown. You can also get there by boat.
The winner of the race was Mr. Personality himself – Helio Castroneves in the Chevy – Penske – Shell car. It was his third St. Pete win. He was on the back of a Honda (the main sponsor of the event) pick-up going around the track smiling and waving to the crowd before the start of the race. To me, he is the Brazilian dude from Dancing With The Stars. He won that too. The vivacious Julianne Hough was his instructor/partner. I think he was the only driver who passed by that I waved to. Of course, that gave him the luck, skill and stamina he needed to win the race. Yeah right. Hey, he’s not a stiff kid – a robot of some corporate sponsor or scumbag like Tiger Woods. I like the guy. I waved. He won. A win – win situation if you ask me. By the way, he also is a three time Indy 500 winner.
The St. Pete race aside for a sec, I’ve got to mention NASCAR. The problem there is all the gas – tire strategy nonsense, the childish bureaucratic penalties for manly stuff like giving the finger to another driver or going to fast into the pits and the family-oriented goody-2 shoes posture of the middle aged white men that control the sport – it doesn’t interest me at all. Need I mention the incessant and annoying sponsorship of EVERYTHING? Watching NASCAR on television at home or wherever I am on the road, well, I usually fall asleep. Round and round they go, restrictor plates limiting the speed of the cars, all of whom are almost exactly alike. The only interesting about NASCAR is my “gal” – the talented Danica Patrick.
Now one might say all that about Formula 1 – Grand Prix racing as well. That’s Ms. Patrick’s old turf. But, so unlike NASCAR, they’re racing on the SAME street that I drive on. They go over the same bumps, lines, man hole covers and under the same traffic lights. That’s awesome. They don’t around a circle or oval, they go around city streets with turns and parking meters and fire hydrants. It’s just “more” real than NASCAR. And there I’m doing what I didn’t mean to do, make the comparison. I’m going to stop in all fairness to NASCAR fans, because I’m going to hold judgment until I “experience” a NASCAR race, like the Daytona 500, in person. I’ll just need an RV, some camo duds and a Dale Earnhardt, Jr. ball cap to get in.
Let’s move on. Listening to and watching the race “mano a mano” was fantastic. To hell with ear protectors. You know who won the race. Let’s discuss what I would like to see changed to make the whole “experience” better for everyone and anyone that pays $50+ to get in the gate. First, I don’t want to and didn’t sit down on an aluminum hot “bleacher” in the hot sun for the pre-race stuff or the entire race. I was “attempting” to photograph the event, so just staying in one place didn’t interest me. Outside of the main “stands”, it’s like being outside Yankee Stadium during the playoffs.
The only way I knew what was going on was to follow – and it was hard to do in the bright sun – the Twitter feed of the race. So when Clay Aiken was singing the National Anthem, from my “position” at turn #3 – the Firestone crossover – all I heard were the birds and television helicopters. Now I quite honestly don’t have any desire whatsoever to see or hear Mr. Aiken do anything, so I wasn’t too bummed out. But, the hundreds of good folks and kids, would have liked to be part of it, as they paid good money to get in were yearning to be included. So, to the “operators” of the event, you need to put more PA speakers – everywhere. If the condos and apartments across the street don’t like the noise – screw them. They can put up with it for a few hours once a year.
Next on my list is the food. It was excellent. Kudos to the vendors. But the event “operators” – shame on you. When you’re at the supply house picking up those PA speakers, get some tables, chairs and umbrellas so – in violation of the American’s With Disabilities Act – people who have trouble walking (and everyone else) can SIT DOWN and eat. Does it make any sense for me to buy a gyro and drink for $15 and have to sit on a street curb? Right across from me are tables, chairs and cover for the volunteers who work the event. The “public” is not allowed in. Approximately 25 food vendors and no place for “us” to sit. Not very smart.
How about better signs? I guess I have one of those faces – my son as well – where the lost seek our guidance. It’s a curse. Yes, they handed out maps. So what? Rest rooms – porta potties this way – main grandstand that way – food there – souvenirs and displays that way. I wonder if their intention was to keep things secret? How ridiculous. If you’re going to open “acres” for the event – then for goodness sakes open it for all to enjoy – signs, tables, chairs, PA speakers and whatever else it takes to make people want to come and know what is happening as it happens.
From observing the crowd, you’ll sell more clothing merchandise, if you stop making the guys who should be wearing 3-5XL, walk around stuffed like Polish sausage into XL’s. I noticed the 3rd, 2nd place and winner get “real” Firestone hats with long bills. Do you hear what I just said? Long bills! Not the short child ones you put on all the promo hats for $29. Is this what America has come to? Overpriced balls caps with short bills? Give me a break,
I will be back next year, hopefully being able to get better “access” with a press or photographers pass. I hope to see some changes made. I’m “rooting” for Castroneves to win a 4th time. I would welcome Danica back in a second. We need more women in the cars, not on the sidelines. For more information on the event, here is their link, http://www.gpstpete.com/.
