From The EastWing, Seed Books, Lost Laws of The Land, Truman Signed It, Carter Used it, Obama Thanking Trump For All You Do.

Greetings to all and welcome new friends to the EastWing.

 

Did you notice the days are getting longer? Yep getting longer, not warmer just longer. The inside plant world has started to wake up and getting ready to grow into the sunshine. I’m going to plant tomato seed next week. Then from there the sky’s the limit.

 

Well, did you get the seed books in the mail? The best way to tell when it’s time for cabin fever to set in for the winter, the seed books show up in your mail box. Forever me and the She, we buy seeds from these books. We plant, it grows, but never looks like the picture of the product in the seed book. I don’t think they send us the good seeds. They keep the good seed to grow themselves so they can take pictures for next year’s seed books.

 

Found it very interesting how many of the political types have jumped on Donald Trump for this statements on banning Muslims. It’s illegal, can’t be done, is mean spirited, that is not what we are about, is just a few of the comments coming Trump’s way from not only the Democrats but also the Republicans.  One of the most insistent that Trump’s position was not only illegal but un-American was Jeb Bush.  Oh by the way,  does Jeb Bush remind you of a cry-baby? Just asking.

 

It never amazes me how fast we forget history in our great land.  Political correctness has eclipsed history in the minds of many. So lest we forget, do you remember 8 USS Code 1182?

Don’t feel bad, seems most everyone in the political business has either forgotten about this law or else they just don’t want to talk about it. This law was written in 1952.  It was passed by a Democrat-controlled Congress, House and Senate, and signed by a Democrat president.

 

Here is 8 US Code 1182,  it addresses  inadmissible aliens into our country. It reads as follows:

“Suspension of entry or imposition of restrictions by president.  Whenever the president finds that the entry of any aliens or of any class of aliens into the United States would be detrimental to the interests of the United States, the president may, by proclamation, and for such period as he shall deem necessary, suspend the entry of all aliens or any class of aliens as immigrants or non-immigrants or impose on the entry of aliens any restrictions he may deem to be appropriate.”

 

Now for all of the naysayers who are claiming that what Trump said is dumb, stupid, reckless, dangerous, and/or unconstitutional, well you folks need to review a little of short term history of the United State.   It is already the law of the land.

 

This law was utilized by Jimmy Carter, no less, in 1979 to keep Iranians out of the United States, but Carter actually did more.  He made all Iranian students already here check in, and then he deported a bunch.  Seven thousand were found in violation of their visas, 15,000 Iranians were forced to leave the United States, 1979.

 

Now for those doubting Thomas Friends of Mine,  the “www” below is all you need to research.

https://www.law.cornell.edu/uscode/text/8/1182

 

In appreciation of Donald Trump bringing  this apparently lost law of the land to light, I’ sure both Democrats and Republicans will all beat an open path to Trump Towers and offer gifts of  gold,frankincense and myrrh, along with  thanks for this insight into the intricate detail of the laws governing  inadmissible aliens attempting to enter the United States.

 

Why I’m sure  President Obama, himself, will lead such a charge to thank Donald Trump for providing him with all the tools he needs to control the illegal aliens in our society. It’s the right thing to do. After all, how many times has the president told us all to do the right thing? A lot.

 

Besides, controlling inadmissible aliens is a Democrat thing, signed into law by Harry Truman, used by Jimmy Carter to deport inadmissible aliens in 1979. Yep, deporting inadmissible aliens, it’s for sure a Democrat thing.

 

From The EastWing, Seed Books, Lost Laws of The Land, Truman Signed It, Carter Used it, Obama Thanking Trump For All You Do.

 

I Wish You Well,

BobbyRay

From the EastWing, Pick & Choose, Politically Correct Holiday Greetings

Greeting to all and welcome new friends to the EastWing.

With all the excitement of the arrival of the new Grand Baby Girl, Fiona Ella Ruth Howard, thrown into the holiday mix, I’ve forgotten to wish the traditional holiday greetings for this time of the year to my weekly EastWing Friends. So before this day closes out the year and tomorrow brings in the new year and the last day of celebration for many, I’d like to say this:

To All My Democrat Friends, and you know who you are. So I’ll not call you out here, Just pick the greeting that best fits your view of life through those rose colored glasses:

Please accept with no obligation, implied or implicit, my best wishes for an environmentally conscious, socially responsible, low-stress, non-addictive, gender-neutral celebration of the winter solstice holiday, practiced within the most enjoyable traditions of the religious persuasion of your choice, or secular practices of your choice, with respect for the religious/secular persuasion and/or traditions of others, or their choice not to practice… religious or secular traditions at all.

I also wish you a fiscally successful, personally fulfilling and medically uncomplicated recognition of the onset of the generally accepted calendar year 2016, but not without due respect for the calendars of choice of other cultures whose contributions to society have helped make America great. Not to imply that America is necessarily greater than any other country nor the only America in the Western Hemisphere.

Also, this wish is made without regard to the race, creed, color, age, physical ability, religious faith or sexual preference.

To My Republican Friends:

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year

From The EastWing, Pick & Choose, Politically Correct Holiday Greetings

I Wish you well,

BobbyRay

From the EastWing, Those Twelve Days That We All Know, Or Do We?

Greeting to all and welcome new friends to the EastWing.

There is one Christmas Carol that has always baffled me. What in the world do leaping lords, French hens, swimming swans, and especially the partridge that won’t come out of the pear tree have to do with Christmas? And so I done the research to find out.

From 1558 until 1829, Roman Catholics in England were not permitted to practice their faith openly. Someone during that era wrote this carol as a catechism song for young Catholics. For the Catholic Church, during that time in England, every day was a dark and stormy night.

The song has two levels of meaning. The surface meaning , that is to say just the words alone. Then another meaning, a hidden meaning known only to members of their church. Each element in the song has a code word for a religious reality, which the children could remember.

The partridge in a pear tree was Jesus Christ.

Two turtle doves were the Old and New Testaments

Three French hens stood for faith, hope and love.

The four calling birds were the four gospels of Matthew, Mark, Luke & John.

The five golden rings recalled the Torah or Law, the first five books of the Old Testament.

The six geese a-laying stood for the six days of creation.

Seven swans a-swimming represented the sevenfold gifts of the Holy Spirit – Prophesy, Serving, Teaching, Exhortation, Contribution, Leadership, and Mercy.

The eight maids a-milking were the eight beatitudes.

Nine ladies dancing were the nine fruits of the Holy Spirit-Love, Joy, Peace, Patience, Kindness, Goodness, Faithfulness, Gentleness, and Self Control.

The ten lords a-leaping were the ten commandments.

The eleven pipers piping stood for the eleven faithful disciples.

The twelve drummers drumming symbolized the twelve points of belief in the Apostles’ Creed.

So that’s your history for today. This knowledge was passed to me and I found it interesting and enlightening. I now know how that strange song became a Christmas Carol… so pass it on if you choose to do so this Christmas Eve.

From the EastWing, Those Twelve Days That We All Know, Or Do We?

This Christmas Eve, I Wish You Well,

BobbyRay

 

From The EastWing, A Child is Born Into the Family of Howard, The President Disrespects A Charlie Brown Christmas

Greeting to all and welcome new friends to the EastWing.

And so it is that on to this day the second Grand Daughter is born into the family of Howard. Fiona Ella Ruth Howard joins my son John and wife Jaimie in the latest triangle in town. Just think this time next year two Grand Daughters to play with in the EastWing at Christmas time. Me and Maggie Lu can hardly wait. There’s stories to tell. Special little girl stories to tell.

It’s a rare occasion when something tends to make me angry. Contrary to what some may think, I seldom ever become angry about anything. Maybe remember something that needs to be addressed in the future with a kinda in your face responce, but never anger. I was taught to use the words to gain the victory, not to get angry and lose the war. What happened a few nights ago on the lead in to the annual Charlie Brown Christmas show pressed the upper limits of almost getting angry. And so a responce to what I saw is most necessary.

Several days ago President Obama took a break from his saving the icebergs to weigh in on what he believes to be the true meaning of Christmas. Loving tiny trees. The president, along with the first lady, delivered their homage to foliage during an appearance on a television program recognizing the 50th anniversary of “A Charlie Brown Christmas.”

For half a century, people of all ages have gathered around the TV to watch Charlie Brown, Lucy, Linus and the rest of the gang teach us the true meaning of Christmas,” Mrs. Obama said during a taping of ABC’s “It’s Your 50th Christmas, Charlie Brown.”

That was all well and good until President Obama chimed in. “They teach us that tiny trees just need a little love, and that on this holiday we celebrate peace on Earth and goodwill toward all,” he said. Wait. What the hell? Does the president really believe that “A Charlie Brown Christmas” is all about tiny trees pining for love. “Because as Linus knows, that’s what Christmas is all about,” Mrs. Obama declared.

Wow! President Obama failed to mention Jesus. Mrs. Obama failed to mention Jesus, or Baby Jesus.

I wish I could say that I was surprised by this nonsense. It’s not such much a war on Christmas as it is a war on ignorance. It reminds me of the Obamas first Christmas in the White House — when they actually considered removing the Nativity from the East Room.

And more often than not that the White House holiday cards and decorations in recent years have glorified the family dog instead of you-know-who. Remember the Yuletide topiaries shaped like Bo the First Pooch? The Obama family is free to celebrate and decorate however they see fit.

What is not within their purview is to revise the true meaning of Christmas. So let’s take a moment and reflect with Linus Van Pelt on the Reason for the Season.

“And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. And lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were so afraid. And the angel said unto them, ‘Fear not: for behold, I bring unto you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the City of David a Savior, which is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.’ And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host, praising God, and saying, ‘Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.'”

And that, Mr. President, is what Christmas is all about – celebrating the birth of Jesus – not a tree. We already have a holiday for that – it’s called Arbor Day.

From The EastWing, A Child is Born Into the Family of Howard, The President Disrespects A Charlie Brown Christmas

I Wish You Well, and a Very Merry Christmas from All of Us At The EastWing

BobbyRay, The She, Mr. Bentley, Spike The Man Cat & The New Sophia.



BobbyRay From The EastWing

The EastWing Trees, Windows 10 & F1 Secrets, Old Software No, New Software Rental Only, Free Software Better & Free.

Greeting to all and welcome new friends to the EastWing.

Sad to announce that the last of my Orange Grove Experiment has scummed to the effect of kitty pee in the soil. Seems the New Sophia found an alternative to Kitty Litter. Now the kitty litter is in the lowest level of the house and the soil in the Orange Grove was too tempting. It was the Orange Grove Dirt or walk down three flights of stairs to the basement. The dirt option won and the Orange Grove Experiment came to an untimely end. By the time of the discovery of the problem, nothing could be done to save the tree. New dirt didn’t work so I had to put the tree out of it’s misery. Chain Saw Massacre.

The brighter side of the EastWing Forrest is the Avocado Tree that’s showing signs of starting a new growing season. Standing 16 inches and producing 2 inches of new growth in the month of December, she on her way. I named her Alice, Alice Avocado. If you don’t know already, you gotta talk to your plants. They’ll talk back, not by words, but by growing with a smile. That is unless they encounter kitty pee, then they will go the way of the Great Othello Orange Tree. Gonna miss Othello Orange. Ya, but the seed planting season is rapid approaching. We’ll start growing things a new. Already got some seeds drying for an new adventure come January.

Did you convert to Windows 10? Not at the office, but here at the EastWing I made the conversion. It was a smooth process for the home computer. My involvement was pretty much sit and watch the magic. All was well until a week ago. Pushed the button to turn the machine on and nothing happened. I mean nothing happened. No bells, no whistles, no lights, no nothing.

I suspected it to hardware failure. After all, computers do fall into the category of mechanical devices. The one thing that can be said of mechanical devices is that they will fail some time in the future. I was surprised the future came so fast for this computer.

Now not hearing the best, actually not hearing damn near anything. For those not knowing, I wear two extremely powerful hearing aids. Without these mechanical pieces of magic in my ears, when spoken to I’m kinda like the deer in the headlights. I just look at you kinda dumb. I know you said something. I saw you mouth move, but the sound never made the full trip.

So I decided to take the computer apart to see if I could hear any noise with my head almost inside the computer. I did. What I heard told me the problem was not mechanical after all. It was a good feeling to find out the computer had died. That meant the problem was programming. Then the problem was I knew nothing about Windows 10 and what to do if it didn’t work.

Few people know about the F1 key. It’s the way to get inside the mind of the computer when it acts crazy. Just as soon as you push the button to turn the machine on, press the F1 key, then press it again about every second for 4-5 time. Depending on the speed of your machine, pressing the F1 key at the correct time will bring up a screen that will allow you to make changes to stuff inside.

A major word of caution, if you don’t know about things called “ c-mos and start sequence”, don’t and I repeat, don’t press the F1 key. Not knowing what to do there and pushing the wrong key can cause you some long term heart ache. So don’t press the F1 key unless you are sure of what you are doing.

With that warning being said, I pressed the F1 key. Various options were there. Non of which fit my situation except one I did not recognize. It was called Machine Rebuild. I chose that option and pressed the button. At that point I was told on the screen that Windows 10 had failed to start normally.

Duh. Must have thought I was blond. That’s why I pressed the F1 key to begin with. Below the blond statement on the screen, the machine put up it’s intention to rebuild Windows 10 on my machine. I was not asked for permission, the computer was operating on instructions that I could not reach from my keyboard by pushing F1. Once again, I was not in the drivers seat, just a passenger going along for the ride.

And so 90 minutes later, a total and complete new Windows 10. Just one problem. All the programming I’d put in place on the computer, all that programing was gone. All the data I’d created was intact, just the programming to create the data was missing. And so the reinstall of programs began.

For many years I’ve used the Microsoft Programs. MS Word and Excel have been my work horse word processor and spread sheet ever since my computers were made of wood. It’s been a long time.
Actually before these two I used one called Word Perfect and a spread sheet called Lotus 123. Both were state of the art back before Microsoft was around. The office switched to Microsoft programs when it became apparent to me that Microsoft would dominate the operating systems of PCs in the future. After all, it seemed to me to be logic to use Microsoft Programs when it was going to be their football operating the machine.

And then Windows 10 re-installed. I put back in my old (2007 version) of Microsoft Office. It didn’t install without an installation key. Put in the key, was told key too old Windows 10 could not run this program. There I had an option to install Microsoft Office 365. So I said sure. Figured it was time to upgrade anyways with my program being 8 years old.

But no, I could not buy Microsoft Office 365. I could only rent at $7.95 per month. No option to buy, only to rent and that made me mad. A quick calculation showed if I used that rental program the same time I used the 2007 version, I’d pay well over $700.00 for a $300.00 program. Oh, so that’s the game. Much the same as in the ink jet printing business, sell the printer for almost nothing, and lock you in forever at a high price for ink that will only fit your printer. The same game has come to programming.

There’s always another option in the computer world. Years ago, I was much closer to the current state of what is called public domain software. That is simply programs that have been written by people for the fun of writing computer code. They make this programming available free to anyone and everyone. Simply download and install. After a long time being away, I revisited the public domain to see what had transpired since I’d made some simple suggestions on programming a long time ago.

WOW! An early Christmas! What I found was programs that preformed at or above anything you can buy at Best Buy, Staples, Walmart or any other place you may buy your computer programs. It’s called Open Office 4.1.2 and it’s far superior to the old Microsoft Office I tried to install. The one that Windows 10 turned down. Thank you Windows 10 you made my day.

Without reservations I recommend Open Office 4.1.2 to any one looking to upgrade either word processor or spread sheet, or for that matter, any of the other Microsoft Office programs.

From The EastWing, The EastWing Trees, Windows 10 & F1 Secrets, Old Software No, New Software Rental Only, Free Software Better & Free.

I Wish You Well,

BobbyRay

Work Place Violence, The President Called It Out-Almost, No Guns In Stores No Can Buy, Stupid Is As Stupid Does, Einsteins Running Loose

 

Greetings to all and welcome new friends to the EastWing.

One of the things that make America great is our ability to recognize workplace violence. In California of course it’s a case of workplace violence. It’s well documented by the California Labor Department  that every disenchanted worker in the state operates a bomb-making IDF factory at home.

It’s also well documented that these disenchanted workers all keep suicide jackets hanging in their  closets handy for a bombing run at a moment’s notice. And yes we also know the American Dream is being destroyed by the root all evil, that dastardly dual, guns and climate change.

Now the fact that  California has THE STRICTEST gun controls laws in the country — banning most so-called “assault weapons” and “large capacity” magazines, requiring Universal Background Checks, imposing a 10-day waiting period doesn’t matter or make any difference in workplace violence.

 When it comes it climate change, we all  understand how climate change creates a chemical reaction in the radical, Islamic brain producing this obstreperous, radical Islamic terror. And nothing short of total climate control can cure radical Islamic terror.

 Satire is flowing like fine wine to point to the obvious ignorance of our government and the political correctness being displayed by the FBI – who still can’t answer the obvious quandary: Is this an act of Islamic terror?  As of Friday the FBI  appeared  to abandon the workplace violence idea, which they and the White House wanted so badly to pin the blame.  They are now officially investigating as a possible act of terror?  Possible act?  How many layers of BS can the White House force the FBI  to wade into before the public outcry drowns out this political carp. These people will do and say everything possible to avoid saying the truth on this attack on American soil. The worse attack since 9/11.

Let me answer the conundrum for them: No question this is an act of radical Islamic terror, and we shouldn’t be afraid to call it by name. The more investigation into, the more it will be revealed into the black world Islamic Terror. It has been announced today, Sunday, December 6, 2015 that the President will address the nation this evening. I’m holding the publishing of this Sundays story to wait and see if I’m wrong in my current assessments.

Either our government is plainly stupid, or it has other ulterior motives – the threat is real, and we must wake up and face the reality before thousands of American die. It comes down to this: It is a matter of life and death that is facing every American citizen. We must wake up – call it by name – Radical Islamic terrorism – and accept the reality that we are at war against radical Islamic terror!

Well President Obama acknowledged the California attack was act of terrorism, and he’s confident the US military will defeat extremists. Then he went into the shaming mode. Shamed us  for not wanting Muslims into the country, while at the same time admitting the woman in the California Shooting got into the country using false information that was not checked. Shamed Congress for allowing people on a “no fly list” to buy guns. The Muslims who killed in California were not on any no fly list. The brothers who bombed  Boston were not on any no fly list. The President used the no fly list approach simply as a way of starting to limit gun control.

Of course not everybody can agree on the best way to make our nation safe. One woman comes to mind when I think of a different view than what I hold. Congresswoman Carolyn McCarthy recently said on the floor of the United States House of Representatives, “If guns were not in stores, then no one could buy them”.

 

Wow! Can’t help but wonder when was the last time this woman saw Meth on the shelves of Wal-Mart? I’ve always heard the phrase “You can’t buy stupid”, now I know where it comes from. At least some of the free stupid available in this world comes from the halls of the United States House of Representatives. Congresswoman Carolyn McCarthy illustrates just what I’m talking about.

 

It’s  always been my belief that the Congressional Representative is a composite of the  voting district. In the 4th Congressional District of  New York State, I don’t think they have too many Einstein’s wondering loose amongst the  electorate.

 

From The EastWing, Work Place Violence, The President Called It Out-Almost, No Guns In Stores No Can Buy, Stupid Is As Stupid Does, Einsteins Running Loose

 

I Wish You Well,

BobbyRay

Sunni & Shiites, Comparative Religions, BCE CE BC AD, Hatfield & Shiites, ISIS Sunni & McCoy’s, The Chief & The Snake

Greeting to all and welcome new friends to the EastWing.

 

Wow! The things we talk about in the office of RHCO. INC. Last week had a client ask if I knew anything about the Sunni and Shiites. I do. It was back in the 1970’s when my first encounter with the Sunni & Shiites began. It was a part of one of the most fascinating fields of study I’ve even had the pleasure of pursuing.

 

Over at The Ohio State University, back in the early 1970’s, just as a fill in class, I signed up for what was listed as “Comparative Religion”. Now coming from a long, long line of Baptist Preachers, and always knowing that I could preach if I choose to, I viewed this class as a sure “A” of sure. With my dad and all my uncles being Baptist Preachers, I thought, bring it on.

 

After enrolling in the class, it was the first day, the first hour, the first 2 minutes, when the professor said “In this class we will talk about many religions.  Christianity will not be one of them.”  It was at that point I found myself thinking “Uh Oh”.

 

 With that shaky start, I embraced myself around Comparative Religion for a total of 6 semesters. I’ve been asked why I studied so long something I never expected to use later in life. The simple fact was I had to get the  first 5 semesters out of the way before they’d let me  talk about something I knew, Christianity.  It was worth the wait. And then I got to preach the gospel according to BobbyRay.

 

That first class started right out with  the Sunni and Shiites, then progressed into other religions I’d also never heard about.  Things like Sōka-Gakkai, literally means the “Society for Creating Values,” is a religion in Japan. Not too old by many standards. Created in 1937, this religion has gone on to create its own political branch. Today it’s the most dominate political force in Japan.

Then came the Sikh religion, it was founded by Guru Nanak in the late 15th century C.E. in the Punjab region of what are today India and Pakistan.  The centers of Sikh worship are known as gurdwaras (“house of the Guru”) and langar (communal refectory). All Sikhs must enter a gurdwara with bare feet and a covered head. A Sikh worship service includes prayer and singing hymns from scripture. The service is concluded by the distribution of karah prasad, a sacramental food made of flour, butter, and raw sugar that is shared by all to demonstrate equality and the rejection of caste. Sikhs attempt to live balanced lives of worship, work, and charity centered on community. Besides gurdwara worship, festivals are also important community activities. From this religion, we get one of our words in use to this  day  “Guru”, only our meaning is a little different than the Sikh.

Oh, I’m  not trying to be a smart ass here, laying in the C.E. description  in the above paragraph. That just means Common Era. it’s an alternative naming of the calendar eraAnno Domini (“in the year of the/our Lord”, abbreviated as AD)  BC & AD are much more common that BCE & CE. This BC & AD thing was started back in the 6th century a Christian Monk, named  Dionysius Exiguus. His intent was to reference the life of Jesus Christ.  It’s interesting to note that neither BCE, CE or BC, Addresses the year zero. The  two are numerically the same; thus 2015 CE corresponds to AD 2015 and 400 BCE corresponds to 400 BC. That C.E. kinda threw me the first time I saw it. Oh my, the things you learn when you study something quare. 

 

I almost forgot what I was going to say about the Sunni & Shiites. In some ways these folks are similar to the Hayfield and McCoy Clans way back in the mountains of eastern Kentucky and West Virginia. Those similarities are; they mostly have black beards, they pretty well  all carry guns, and want to kill the other side every chance they get, they all believe that God is on their side,  the battle has  carried on into succeeding generations, many, many generations.

 

Both the Sunni and Shiites have much more things in common than different. They both believe in Ali. The Prophet Mohammad, and the teaching of the Koran are the basis of both groups. Where they part ways is not the core values of Islam but the transfer of power after the death of the Prophet Mohammad. One side wanted the new Puba to be the  son of the Prophet, the other side wanted an electoral process of sorts. And so the war began. To this day the war continues. I suspect that very few on either side now know the real  origin of the dispute with the other side. Just tech ‘em to kill and never ask why. 

 

This thing that today we all ISIS can just as well be called Sunni, ( or ISIL as only the President of the United States calls them) it’s simply a part of that long, long war between the Sunni and the Shiites. In  our nation today, with  concerns for safety being expressed in light of the unparalleled influx of God only knows who and what on the southern border, reminds me of a story I heard a long time ago.

 

An old Indian Chief had gone high into the mountains above the desert to die. Once there in what he expected to be his final resting place he found a rattle snake near death from the extreme cold in the high mountains. The snake said “Please take me down the mountain to the warm sun of the desert. Let me live out the rest of my life in the sunshine”.

 

The Indian Chief in a moment of compassion for the snake, for he did not want to have to watch him die in the freezing cold on the mountain top. The old Chief had spent a lifetime watching brave solders die without ever having a chance to life out their life in the sunshine.

 

So he picked up the snake. He then carried the snake back down the mountain toward the desert floor. When the felt the heat of the desert, he stopped and bent over to put the snake on the ground. As he was being lowered toward the ground, the snake bit the Chief.

 

The old man, now doomed not to die on the mountain top as he had so wanted, but soon to die in the desert heat asked “After what I have done for you,  why did you bite me? The  snake replied “When you very first picked me up, you knew, you very well knew  I was a Rattle Snake.”

 

The moral of this story is simple:  COMPASSION MUST ALWAYS BE TEMPERED WITH COMMON SENSE.

 

From The EastWing, Sunni & Shiites, Comparative Religions, BCE CE BC AD, Hatfield & Shiites, ISIS Sunni & McCoy’s, The Chief & The Snake.

 

I Wish You Well,

BobbyRay

Getting Ready For The Tax Time, Texting, Tweets, 1% & Pell Grants

Greeting to all and welcome new friends to the EastWing.

 

So this time of the year rolls around once again. The time to prepare for the upcoming tax filing season is rapidly approaching. Well not for you, but me and my son John, working at RHCO INC. in beautiful downtown North Judson IN. We start right after Thanksgiving thru the month of December in preparation for the new year start of the tax return filing season.  This preparation for the tax filing season  has changed a lot over the years I’ve been in this line of work.

 

It wasn’t that many years ago when everybody got a booklet of paper forms from the Internal Revenue Service. Now paper forms  from IRS have pretty much gone the way of the dodo birds  and Hudson Automobiles.  Maybe I should use more recent analogy of things that went away. How about Green Bar  Computer Paper and corded telephones. Not many of either around anymore.   This upcoming tax filing season, if I file paper income tax returns  I either also file a special form telling IRS why I’m filing paper tax return, or pay a penalty of $50.00 for adding to the Internal Revenue Service paper processing process. Should I be unable of convince my client to allow me to file electronic tax returns, and have to file the paper.  You better believe I’m gonna file the support paper pleading my case.  50 bucks is 50 bucks.

 

I think it was 1775 or so when the letters starting  arriving by mail. thanks in a major part to Ben Franklin. Yeah, the kite flyer, delivered mail on the side.  For years and years before there was email, we had a different mail system. Operated by the Federal Government, a system of pickup and delivery to pretty much ever address in the whole country. Six day a week of mail service is why the US Postal Service became part of the bedrock upon which this nation was built.  

 

For a few hundred years the postal service served the nation well. And then along came computer technology. And email followed, and face to face cell phone conversations with iPhones, iPads, and smart phones, talking watches receiving spoken messages from pretty much anywhere on the planet. Then the fine art of committing ones thoughts to paper in a logical process  went slip sliding away. And as a people we pretty much didn’t give a damn. After all, we had something new to latch on to. Texting and Twitter it turns out is a communication format that pretty much mirrors the lack of communication skills of much of society.

 

The lack of useful knowledge in many forms of formal education from 40 -50 – 60 years ago in many members of our society under the age of 30 is  amazingly scary.  Many can’t make a simple change transaction, some even with paper and pencil. They have no concept of the history of the United States. No knowledge of the cost in human life to preserve these United States. No appreciation for the men and women who continue to protect their right to continue to be functional idiots in this land of plenty. Many have severely limited speaking skills, and reading ability to match. But they sure know who Snooky is, and her contribution to our society. I somehow don’t feel that my life has been enriched by gaining knowledge of Snooky and what she does for a living.

Forty years of liberal progressive manipulation of the education system shows in society today. In  the minds of many, the single most devastating attack on public education came with the creation of the Federal Department of Education. Created by the Carter Administration back in the 70’s.

 

Sure as shooting, someone will take exception to the statement taking issue with the value of the Department of Education. Should that be the case, point to a single fact that has improved primary education at the local level. And don’t give me that equal program for boys and girls. What you do have is a ton of garbage regulation that has the net outcome of dumbing  down society. While at the Federal level rules were made to ensure equality, but they created an environment where mediocre outcomes were desirable. The educational model became a desire of  conformity rather than achievement of the highest parting of knowledge possible.  It became, in the mindsets of  many in the business of public education, “stay in the middle and don’t make waves”.  Our outcomes over the last few decades support that fact.

 

A few days ago I saw one of the most freighting interviews ever. A female college student, representing those protesting at the University of MO, was selected to articulate their demands on national TV. She stated three demands of justice for all. Her demands as she stated them were, free college education for all that graduate high school, immediate total forgiveness of all student debt owed by  anybody, immediate law to raise the minimum wage to $15.00.

 

When simply ask how she would propose to pay for such benefits, her response was “just take from the 1%”.  When informed that a 100% tax on income of the top 1% wage earners in our country would not even fund the Medicare Program  for  4 months, her response  was “well just cut off Medicare, and put the money where it belongs in the first place, what’s more important student education or Medicare”.  A college student selected by her peers to enumerate their position on a national news interview, proposed to eliminate Medicare to fund free college education for all.

 

When this college student was asked how her personal  college education was being paid, she said “I’m spending  my Pell Grant money”. Asked did she know how the Pell Grant system works, the reply was “You don’t have to know how it works to be able to spend it”.   Now for those who may not have had contact with the Pell Grant Program, it’s FREE MONEY FOR LOWER INCOME FAMILIES FOR COLLEGE EDUCATION. The free money, yep, you got that right, it’s coming from the Federal Government. And the poor child  didn’t even know the Federal Government was paying for her current college education.

 

Asked would she and her friends be willing to pay 90% of their future  income to provide free college in for upcoming generations, her answer became even more bizarre. “Why no, once it becomes free, it don’t cost anymore.”

 

It’s kinda scary to think the students with a like mindset, and having chosen to select this fellow student of put forth their views to the general public, will most likely reproduce in the not too distant future.

From The EastWing, Getting Ready For Tax Time, Texting, Tweets, 1% & Pell Grants

 

I Wish You Well,

BobbyRay

 

 

 

BobbyRay From The EastWing

From The EastWing, Feeling Sad, Feeling Sad, Feeling Bad, Feeling French, Feeling Mad

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Greeting to all and welcome new friends to the EastWing.

It was much sadness that I, like you, watched the carnage unfold in the Paris, the city of lights. In Europe there are only three cities that all American can name, London, Rome and Paris. To attack any other city in Europe would have made  much less impact on the American people. But Paris, we all feel like we know Paris. Most don’t, but we feel as if we do.

With the  Eifel Tower being only one of three landmarks the average American can name of European landmarks, Big Ben in London and the Coliseum  of Rome round out the list. An attack on Paris is an attack on a friend, and attack on family. It was after all, the nation who gave us the Statue of Liberty.

Since the start of ISIS, we’ve had an American President unwilling to openly identify ISIS for what it is. A killing machine based on the directives of the Koran in dealing with non believers, infidels, if you will. Now that’s folks like you and me.   A President who has made every effort not to address the issue head on.  A President, when newly elected told the people in the middle east that America was a Muslim Nation. Right then there should have been a massive public outcry. There was not. At that time is was just so cool to have a black president, that no one would publicly challenge damn near anything he said.

It was only a short time ago that our President called ISIS the JV Team. And then the JV Team started cutting off heads of Americans and others,  all the while videotaping these  beheading and putting it up on the internet for the world to see. The JV Team kicked up their game, while our President all these actions extremism. Stating justice would be served to those who engaged in such acts.

Keep in mind this is the same President who drew that line in the sands of the middle east while saying the use of chemical warfare would bring retaliation.  Chemicals were used, the retaliation did not come about, and the Russian  sphere of influence in the middle east grew by leaps and bounds  on the weakened position of the American President. Sad to say, we have an American President that other countries do not have faith in his word.

It was just several hours before the tragedy in Paris that our President, while speaking on TV stated that the American efforts had contained ISIS and they no longer had the ability to move about at will. Then ISIS blew Paris apart with people willing to die for their cause. People intent of killing as many non Muslims as possible as they died. Then our President goes on TV and states that he does not have all the facts yet , its’ too early to speculate on who is responsible.  

I, for one American, would have felt better if the man whose job it is to protect me,  had he said  that We will hunt down and kill these SOB ‘s  where ever there they are. In their homes, in their beds, in their hiding places under rocks or holes in the sand, we’ll kill ‘em . Anywhere in this world all those who call themselves ISIS will die at the hands of the Most powerful military in the world.

Our President didn’t say that. He did say he has faith in the American Justice System to hold those who  perpetrated such deeds accountable. I don’t want ‘em accountable to the American Justice System. This is not a street crime on the south side of Chicago where a community organizer would look to the American Justice System. I want to see ‘em accountable to the U.S. Military. I want ‘em accountable to the Delta Force, the Green Braes, the F15’s, the Cruise Missiles, and the Army rangers. I want ‘em accountable to an unbridled military not constrained by the likes of think tank morons in decision making capacity for our nation.

I’m  sure some of my EastWing friends will call me a warmongering hawk. When ISIS brings this action to one of our major cities, remember the man who drew the line in the sand. In times like these, I want to see the Arnold Schwarzkopf type in charge, not those who would rather hold a block party.

These Paris attacks were not “senseless violence” as some media commentators observed as the news coverage unfolded Friday Evening and into the Night. It was an organized attack on non Muslims.

Nor was this  “an attack on all of humanity and the universal values that we share,” as President Obama said late Friday evening. No, it was an attack to kill non Muslims. Nothing less, nothing more.

These Islamic radicals know who their enemies are, and have for known for decades. It is we who have forgotten who is under attack. If not us, then  at least it’s some of our leaders who  have forgotten or will not admit who is being attacked.

I’m sure the President will now make every effort to use this event to push for more  gun control.  After all if we’d taken the guns from that JV Team in the  first place all this would never have happened. Then the President will make every effort to find some way to blame either Bush or the Republican Party on this tragedy. After all, people don’t kill, guns do. Just ask ‘em on the South Side of Chicago.

From The EastWing, Feeling Sad, Feeling Bad,  Feeling French, Feeling Mad

I Wish You Well,

BobbyRay

 

BobbyRay From The EastWing

Nuts & Grain & Veggies, A Whisky Bacon Breakfast, Big Brother Taxing Farting Cows & Rotting Pumpkins

Greeting to all and welcome new friends to the EastWing

Sometimes there’s no need to create a story in my mind, just watch the news and you’ll find that reality is so much more bizarre than imagination.  Many examples exist but this one caught my attention.  Without any fanfare, on a very late Friday afternoon,(4 minutes before 6 PM ) at the start of a three day holiday, our own federal government officially changed the recommendations for our food consumption.

The new information released by the Food & Drug Administration stated that in order to reduce the green house gases produced in the production of meat for  human consumption, the nations diet must  shift to grains, nuts and vegetable consumption.

Soon after that little ditty hit the news, researches from one of the eastern universities released a  paper decrying the ills of meat production and its effect on the ozone layer.  Yep you got that right, these folks tied cow farting to the destruction of the ozone layer and the uptick in the occurrence of skin cancer.

Just a few days ago the World Health Organization reclassified processed meat  into the same carcinogenic level as smoking cigarettes and drinking alcohol . They also highly suggested that eating red meat was the next item that will be added to this group of no no’s. The very next day the She asked what I wanted for breakfast. I told her a bacon sandwich and a double shot of Whisky. I got the bacon sandwich and a frown from the She.

Just two week ago another  government agency determined that jack-o-lanterns were a MAJOR  contributor to climate change.  Rotting jack-o-lanterns produce carbon dioxide which turn out to be worse that carbon monoxide.  That’s what cars pump out their tail pipes. Guess if you get real close to your car’s exhaust, it’ll smell like rotting pumpkins.

Remember a few weeks ago we talked about how Coke paid for a scientific research project to determine if sugary drinks contributed to the overweight issue in society.  Well guess what, that scientific research determined that drinking Coke did not add the overweight. (DUH!)

Anybody see a pattern here?  Change your diet to nuts and berries, eating meat destroys ozone, processed meat causes cancer and so does red meat, coke does not add to weight gain, cow farting causes cancer. Wow, what’s a body to believe now days? Of course one can believe only so much of this kind of crap.

Keep in mind, I didn’t even talk about ole boy, Al Gore, and his prediction the New York City would be under water by 2015 with the melting of the polar ice caps. What’s so amazing about BS like that is when those people say that kinda  stuff and it never comes about, no one ever calls ‘em out. At the EastWing we do that.

After all the fanfare about the polar ice melting and the gloom and dome that  will come with melting ice, it didn’t melt. The truth is there are some places in the world where the ice is melting. There are other places in the world where the ice is accumulating at a rate that exceeds the world wide melting. You don’t hear about that part of the ice getting thicker and more than compensates for melting at other parts of the world.  And so it is that we have a president that tells the United States Navy that the biggest threat to the Navy is global warming. WOW!

The same Commander-In-Chief who’s Department of Defence spent 43 million  dollars, now that’s  $43,000,000,000.00   to build a fuel filling station in Afghanistan. Just down the road a little bit, the locals built the same thing for about $500,000.00 (notice the difference in the 0’s of the two filling stations. When asked about this the Army said the filling station only cost $13 million and the company that built the station had overhead costs of $30 million.

As crap like this is common  practice, a federal agency told a school in Illinois that a boy calling himself “transgender” must have full access to the girls locker room. Peeping Toms from all over the country are now flocking to Illinois, and trying to learn how to spell TRANSGENDER as they travel to the land of Lincoln.

An interesting fact on the global warming position. There is no scientific data, and I’ll repeat for my tree hugger friends  of the  EastWing, no scientific data to support global warming.  The whole concept is based on computer modeling. Using computers to predict weather in the future is much like Coke funding research that proved their product is not involved in weight gain. Whatever outcome you want can be supported by computer analysis.

Its mind blowing to think that all the hullabaloo back in the 70’s  and 809’s about global warming. When that didn’t happen, then changed the title of the scare tactics to global warming to climate change.

 One fact that remains unchallenged by the global warming advocates, the depth of the oceans have not changed in the last 200 years. Despite all the predictions of the sea shore being in Ohio, the oceans of the world have not raised a single millimetre in the last 200 years.

Here at the EastWing, being a big fan of both  Halloween and Beef Tenderloin, we stand in full support or rotting pumpkins and farting cows. With that being said, guess the EastWing will be put on somekinda watch list by a government agency created to locate  owners of Farting Cows and Rotting Pumpkins in order to tax these despicable activities that are destroying the planet.

From the EastWing,  Nuts & Grain  & Veggies, A Whisky & Bacon Breakfast, Big Brother Taxing  Farting Cows & Rotting Pumpkins

I Wish You Well,

BobbyRay    

From the EastWing Trick or Treating With The Toto Volunteers

Greeting to all and welcome new friends to the East Wing.

 

The biggest holiday, hands down, in Downtown Toto when I was a kid was Halloween.  Now ya had the other important stuff like Easter, 4th of July, Christmas, Thanksgiving, Memorial Day, and Labor Day, but none of these holidays could compare with Halloween.

 

It was the time of independence from family, the time to test your courage,  to face your fears of the nighttime  knowing they were out there and not knowing who or where. A time to be both horrified and happy all in the same heartbeat.  A time to scare little sisters. A time to step into the shadow of the valley.  A time to march, to prowl, and to play the darkness in the company of the band of brothers, the Toto Volunteers.

 

The Halloween Bounty seemed unlimited, so much so that we, the Toto Volunteers,  never made any attempt to control its access.  We could have, we chose not to. Toto could have become the model Trick or Treat Community for the National Standard of Trick  or Treat, had we choose to make it so. We could have, we chose not to.

 

The reason for such actions on the part of the Volunteers is as valid today as when the War Council deliberated on that very issue.  There was a fraction within the ranks who wanted to do to Halloween what we had been so successful in our summer campaign.  Just the summer past, we had collected more pop bottles then most of the army thought existed in the world.  We’d won the Pop Bottle Wars of Toto.

 

The issue of the Halloween Candy was brought to the  War Council not by inexperienced people with no knowledge of war, but from people seasoned by fire on the front lines of the Pop Bottle Wars.  People who were even  as old as 11 and one even held the rank of sergeant.

 

Now in the Toto Volunteers we had a little different ranking system than the regular army.  Ours was more simple.  I got to be the General, there were two sergeants, and everybody else got to be a private.  That way we didn’t have to spend a lot of time trying to figure out who was in charge. Besides, we didn’t have different uniforms so it was a lot easier to just remember a few to salute, otherwise everybody would be saluting each other all day long for nothing.

 

The Halloween Options as they would become know as  to the Volunteers were quite simple, two different options. The first option being the Toto Volunteers go Trick or Treating the night before the real Halloween and then go again the next night, that way everybody gets twice as much stuff.  The second option would be for the Volunteers to just charge everybody Trick or Treating in Toto, and not a member of the Volunteers, a nickel. It was just two weeks till Halloween and the council wanted to make a decision right there, but I told ‘em the decision  was too important, it’d have to wait for a while. I had to think this one out.

 

One of the things I learned by being the General of the Toto Volunteers was when I didn’t know what to do, I could always ask my dad.  I’d act like I was just a little kid asking a dumb question, not like the general  seeking consultation on an issue of possible war. When I talked to my dad about such important matters we usually done our man to boy talks on the porch swing, even in late October man to boy talks worked better in the swing.

 

As we sat swinging I said “Did ya ever go trick or treating?” My dad said “Yep” “Did ya ever go trick or treating the day before Halloween?” My dad said “Nope” I said “why not?” My dad said “Did ya ever have a birthday party a day before your birthday? Could ya have the 4th of July Picnic the day before? What would happen to Christmas if ya didn’t have the 25th of December, not the 24th but the 25th?” I was starting to see my dad’s point of view on this issue of trick or treating one day early as we swung together on the front porch in the crisp autumn air just nine days before Halloween.

 

I said “Ya think a person could make somebody pay to go trick or treating”  My dad said “Not in Toto, cause everybody that tricks or treats in Toto don’t have any money to start with, and besides who would be dumb enough to even try to get somebody to pay to go trick or treating?” I didn’t say nothing. One of the good things about talking with my dad in that swing was he didn’t make me say anything if I didn’t want to, and right then I didn’t want to.

 

So there is was.  Ya can’t go the night before ‘cause that’s dumb,  and nobody’s got any money and if ya even ask someone to pay that’s  dumb too.  My dad imparted a great deal of wisdom from the confines of that swing.  He made my job of generaling a lot easier on more than one occasion.

 

Well, I had my answers now I only had to deal with the Toto Volunteers. I spent most of that night trying to figure out a way to get the War Council on my side. I knew what I had to do but wanted the them to tell me, not me tell them.  Somewhere in the darkness,  about the time today turned into tomorrow and became yesterday I finally figured a way to present my views to the Council.  The next day I called an after school meeting of the War Council of the Toto Volunteers.  We met on my front porch.

 

Now one of the downside products of victory on the battle field is the overwhelming desire to repeat the same feat over and over again.  I was not about to let that happen to the Toto Volunteers.  As soon as everybody was present I presented my plan.  The plan was simple.  I couldn’t choose which one I liked best so we would do ‘em both.

 

But for the trick or treat the night before Halloween we’d all have to have get our moms to sign a letter saying we could go out after dark just in case someone wanted to know why we were there at their house a night early for trick or treat, so we could tell ‘em our moms said we could come trick or treating early. Also everyone had to ask their mom if she thought it would be ok to charge people for trick or treating in Toto.

 

I had printed out a letter to give every member.  Because I ran the mimeograph machine at California Township School I ran off copies of the letter.  I had printed it on a stencil and it looked really professional.  As the volunteers read the letter, ya could still smell the mimeograph ink, it was the blue kind.  I could tell by their looks that they were gona have a hard time getting their mom to sign that letter.  I know I sure wouldn’t ask my mom to sign that letter.

 

One kid said “my mom’ll  kill me if she sees this letter, I’m not gona take it home”.   He brought his letter back and reached it to me saying “let’s just go regular trick or treating”.  Some of the others thought we could still do both options.  My faith was in the letter.

 

The next morning at the bus stop not a single volunteer who took the letter home wanted to talk about it.  One guy said “I might not even want to go trick or treating this year, I don’t know if I do or not. I’ll just have to wait till Halloween an see”.  The plan was working. Two days later the War Council of the Toto Volunteers made a decision to do regular trick or treating in Toto and to make sure nobody would ever do anything except regular trick or treating in Toto forever in the future.

 

We, the Toto Volunteers, took a solemn  oath to forever protect the unbridled right to trick or treat in Toto Indiana on Halloween without interference from anybody forever and ever.  That right to trick or treat in Toto has been protected to this day.

 

And then came the politicians, regulations trick or treat hours. I think it was a republican thing first, probably too damn tight to buy candy for little kids.  Then the democrats jumped on the band wagon, probably with a bribe of some sort from the republicans.  A pox on both their houses, to even think ya can regulate Halloween.

 

Next thing ya gona hear is some smart ass in Washington will propose to make Halloween a federal holiday and place on the last Monday in October, in order to bring it in line with the other fake Monday Federal Holidays. It wouldn’t surprise me if Obama tries to move Easter to the day after.  Easter Monday doesn’t have a good sound to it, but one less work day for the democrats.

 

Now towns announce the time to go trick or treating. Trick or treating at 3:00PM is like kissing your sister at high noon in public park, it’s just not that much fun.  The question that comes to mind is what ya gona do if some little monster tricks or treats before or after the set deadlines?   Now if ya shoot ‘em all ya get the guilty.     I think we need a Halloween Czar. 

 

As the fall season really kicks in on this day after Halloween, as usual, I’ve enjoyed you company once again in the EastWing.

 

From the  East Wing Trick or Treating with the Toto Volunteers

I wish you well,

BobbyRay

 

From the EastWing, Computer Security & The Bad Guys, Common Sense & PC MATIC, Timex Says Hello

Greeting to all and welcome new friends to the EastWing.

Based on the amount of contacts I’ve had in the last three weeks, It’s time we talk about  a little basic computer security. You gotta keep in mind that the internet is much like the Old West. Full of both the good guys and the  bad guys, and the Black Brats of the internet  are out there to do you dirty. Everyday they’ll come up with new dirty tricks, and everyday a new bunch of good guys will bite the dust. There’s never enough Gene Autrys or Roy Rogers to fight off the bad guys these days.

Between the scam artists and the virus producers, when you’re surfing the internet, it’s more like tip toeing thru the tulips.  When in doubt as for what to do on a computer issue, just stop and ask yourself does this sound logical and the is it the right thing to do. Most all computer fraud is predicated on two things. One is fear and two is human greed. Whenever confronted, refer to one and two. In order to help with your decision making process when dealing with one or two, the paragraphs below are food for thought.

Microsoft will never call you and tell you that your computer has a virus. Microsoft will never allow another company to use their name and call you either. So if you get a call from “Microsoft” or even the “Microsoft Control Center” it’s the bad guys after your gold.

Never pay for “Support” because a website has told you that your computer is infected.  If you encounter that, it’s the computer virus talking to you on the screen. You are infected, and paying for support will not rid your computer of any virus. Every 30 days the message will return. I once encountered a friend who, after 8 months, called and asked me how long did I think the message was going to pop up on his screen. I asked how long he expected to live.

Never give personal information over the phone unless you can verify the source. Never, never ever never give out such information when  you did not initiate the phone call.

Never disclose your checking account number or pay with a money order online.

Never believe what an internet stranger tells you about your computer status. It is possible to obtain entrance into a computer without the owner being aware that the intruder is inside. But in your case the odds are in your favor, Way, way, way in your favor. And even if someone is inside your machine, they are not going to tell you about it. So if someone tells you  about your computer status, they’re trying to get information from you. When I encounter such, I try to get a name and telephone number. When I do, that information goes to the FBI, Computer Fraud Division, in Indianapolis.

Never use  support hotlines from search engines as they are very rarely legitimate. Support hotlines are almost always set up by the  bad guys. Legitimate computer support can always be found on the company website.

The best defense to computer fraud is still common sense and a good computer virus detection program. For the office computers at RHCO INC. I use a program called PC MATIC. It’s a multi computer program, offering 5 computers for $50.00 per year. That’s less than .84¢ per computer per month. Not a bad price for peace of mind from computer virus. At the same time this program does a lot of housekeeping chores. It cleans up the inside of your computer. It’s kinda like a maid that lives inside your computer, cleaning up mess after mess. Like when your computer starts to run slooooooooow.  Yep, that’s what I’m talking ‘bout. PC MATIC cleans it up and keeps your computer running the way your computer was intended to run.

Never underestimate the power of words put to screen. A few weeks ago, I talked about my Timex Watch and how I’ve only worn Timex Watches. Well, Well, Well last week I received an email from the Timex Company.  Thanking me for being a loyal Timex customer, and more importantly,  for publishing such kind words in support of their product.

Sure would love to be able to end the story with Timex sending me a new watch. No that didn’t happen. They just sent me an electronic handshake for telling my Timex story. Oh well, guess they figured I didn’t need a new watch, after all, I’m wearing a Timex.

Every year about this time there are many who people can’t remember which way to move the clock. For those poor folks I’m not going to add to their confusion. For the rest of my friends, next Sunday Morning at 2:00 AM we’ll move our clocks back one hour. Just remember you heard it first at the EastWing.    Or was that forward???         :)

From the EastWing, Computer Security & The Bad Guys, Common Sense & PC MATIC, Timex Says Hello

I Wish You Well,

BobbyRay

Naming Names, John Cameron Swazi, Timex & Cheyenne Mountain

BobbyRGreeting to all and welcome new friends to the EastWing.

Yesterday at the EastWing we officially named part of the surrounding real estate. While setting at the computer table, look past the monitor, look thru the glass wall, out there past the hummingbird station, beyond the gardens of the twin EastWing maples, past the flag pole, out past the mailbox, across the road. Now look beyond. You are now looking into the South 40. The name was given to better identify where Mr. Bentley and I have spent a considerable amount of time this summer past, while driving the grass roads of the South 40 in our golf cart with a haul bed on the back.

Several names were considered before The South 40 was chosen.” Across the road, in the field, over there, and I don’t know where he is”, just to name some that were considered. Then there was my personal favorite, “over yonder”. Now it don’t get much more hillbilly than yonder. Yet yonder is a fun word to say. I’ve got several fun words to say. Yonder, Cumquat and Tallahassee should always make anyone’s list of fun words to say. If you don’t think it’s fun to say “Yonder, Cumquat, and Tallahassee” maybe you should look for a different line of work, ’cause you may not be a happy camper in this life.

Did you ever ask yourself what is a name? Why it’s just a way of identifing people, places or things. Since we have more people places and things than words available for name use, we have to use some of the same names over and over again. Names are just words for the who what where and when in our lives. Another way of looking at names, names put the who’s in who, what’s in what, the where’s in where, and the when’s in when. Names can also put the who what where and when in how.

Las week a client came into RHCO INC. and her watch was not working, she asked “what brand of watch do you have?” I said “Timex”. The client was surprised, and said she thought I would wear a more expensive watch than Timex. It was then I told her the story. I didn’t start “Once Upon A Time”, but maybe should have.

The only brand of watch I’ve ever worn in my life is Timex. It was my 12th birthday when my Mama got me a Timex Watch. Mama said it was time I knew what time it was. My first watch.

At the time this watch was advertized on TV by a well know News Broadcaster of the day. The man, John Cameron Swazi, done damn near everything you could do to abuse a watch, short of hitting it with a sledge hammer or shooting it with a gun. Dirt, grime, dust, mud, shaking, dunking in water. He probably even poured gravy over it, and that were just some of the watch abuses John Cameron Swazi piled upon the Timex. The clock took it all and still worked.

“It takes a licking and keeps on ticking.” That was the tag line used in the commercial. So I thought if it’s that good, why change. Nothing in the wrist watch world has changed my mind so far. And so today I continue to wear a Timex. I don’t think my current Timex takes that much licking any more. But this current Timex is guaranteed to within 4 seconds for 250 years. Like most ever thing else with a guarantee, I’m sure if you tried to collect, you’d have to have the original receipt of purchase.

You never have to do anything except look to see what time it is. Mr. Timex runs in sync with a radio signal from a place called Cheyenne Mountain in Colorado. That’s where the government keeps the official time for people who wear Timex Watches. They may also have other uses for that time keeping device there inside Cheyenne Mountain, just outside of Boulder, Colorado . But it sure works well for Timex wearers. Guess when My Timex checks in, that’s my fair share of government subsidies.

From the EastWing, Naming Names, John Cameron Swazi, Timex & Cheyenne Mountain

I Wish You Well,

BobbyRayay

Leaving Oakley, Tailgating Buckeye Football At Holiday Inn Great Room, Cracker Barrel & Chickens On A Plate, Hugging The Menagerie

Greeting to all and welcome new friends to the EastWing.

Leaving Tip Top, we drove down Oakley, crossed the Licking River, turned left onto KY 7, and before very long were entering upon the Mountain Parkway toward Lexington. Shortly after that we left Magoffin County via the Big Road. With that done, the only thing remaining of the 2015 Tip Top Coal Camp Reunion were memories. We had a lot. Enough to share, enough to talk about until the 2016 Tip Top Coal Camp Reunion comes around. Will we return to Tip Top in 2016. We’ll see

From the very first time I ever traveled the Mountain Parkway, to the last, I’ve considered that road to be one of the most beautiful strips of Interstate Highway I ever traveled. The pleasure of riding the Mountain Parkway on the way home was a much fun as it’s ever been.

The route home had long been discussed. Again we would avoid Louisville like the plague due to massive highway construction in place. Johnny wanted to stay at a round hotel at the river’s edge in Cincinnati. Actually the hotel is on the Kentucky side of the river.

Johnny told us there a restaurant that revolved at the top of the building. As we approached the building while still on the Interstate, Jaimie said “I’m not going up there, no way”. Sure was glad Jaimie spoke up. I supported Jaimie’s position. A quick two vote count must have been a majority position. The round hotel with the restaurant on top, we passed it by.

Changed Interstates toward the northwest, and while driving up to Indianapolis, all of a sudden, out of nowhere, we come upon a dead stop traffic jam on the interstate. We could see the traffic back up a long, long ways. The down side of interstate travel, should you be caught on the wrong side of a traffic jam, you can be stranded out there in the middle of nowhere for a very long time.

At our side were our traveling angels, because we found ourselves stopped directly next to an exit. Having no idea where the exit lead, we took it. First turn from the exit, a Holiday Inn Express on the right. A perfect place to spend the last night of the Tip Top Reunion Trip.

With checking in all secured, the decision of where to watch the upcoming Ohio State Football game had to be made soon, as game time approached. The hotel great room had a large screen wall mounted flat screen TV and was inviting the Indiana travelers to a Buckeye Football Game.

Johnny ordered pizzas and hot wings which showed up just as the game was getting underway. I invited the pizza delivery guy to our inside tailgate party, but he had other deliveries. It’s a lot more fun to tailgate party in the great room of the Holiday Inn Express right off Interstate 74, just west of Cincinnati when your team wins. Mine did.

Breakfast was in the same great room of the hotel the morning after the football game. It was Indianapolis a 100 miles in front of us and another 120 miles home. But not before lunch at the Cracker Barrel in Lafayette IN.

Being a long collector of fine chicken art in any form, be it flat, 3-dimensional, cloth, wood burning, or otherwise, I’ve purchased several large ceramic chickens at Cracker Barrel Restaurants over several states.

You know how when you look around at the Cracker Barrel Store, sure as shooting one of those ladies with that brown apron is going to come up to you and ask “do you need any help?” Well she said that to me, and I asked did they have any chickens. she said “the only chickens we have are in the dining room and they come on a plate”. I didn’t order chicken in the dining room that day. Now I didn’t say anything bad to that girl, but I thought about it when she said that about chickens.

Mid afternoon and I walk into the empty house, except Mr. Bentley, Spike the Man Cat and the New Sophia. We four sat in the floor, hugged, and hugged some more, and told stories.

From The EastWing, Leaving Oakley, Tailgating Buckeye Football At Holiday Inn Great Room, Cracker Barrel & Chickens On A Plate, Hugging The Menagerie.

I Wish You Well,

BobbyRay


BobbyRay From The EastWing

Checking Out & Checking In, Telling Stories to U of K, Hugging Cousins, Sunshine On The Mountains, Indiana Here We Come.

Sorry for the lateness of this post

Greeting to all and welcome new friends to the EastWing.

Labor Day Morning found Sister Sharolette and I walking, with iPads in hand, to the Days Inn Office. For the second time in as many days I saw the fog on the mountains. Not down to where we walked but half way up the mountain side you could touch the clouds if you cared to walk up there. I choose to go instead into the Days Inn Office.

The early goals that morning were quite simple. Pay the motel bill. Drink coffee at the breakfast bar. Get a decent Wi-Fi signal for the iPads. With the motel bill paid the attention turned to the freshly brewed coffee. It was not at all hard to find, just follow the smell. The Wi-Fi connection was perfect. Being in close proximity to the wireless router made all the difference in the world.

And so the morning progressed for me and Sister Sharolette, I drank the coffee and read the local news on the wkvi.com website. Sharolette, well she finally was able to make the FaceBook connection. So all was well with Old Sister’s morning. For many years, the oldest sister in our family, Thelma, called herself “Old Sister” whenever Sharolette would call her. Now with just me and Sharolette left in our family, she’s inherited the title, and wears it with pride in remembrance of the original Old Sister in our family.

We talked about the beauty of the fog on the mountain directly outside and across the street from the motel. Then right here as we watched, the second half of the magic act took place. The fog went away, right before our eyes, the fog just went away. Now I’m not sure where fog goes when you can’t see it anymore. But it must go somewhere, ’cause it comes back from time to time, when the temperature and humidity dance on the mountainside.

We met up with Johnny and Jaimie and we four packed up and left Paintsville of the purpose of which we came to the mountains. Going to Tip Top on Labor Day.

Not having had good luck the day before with a Bob Evans Breakfast, we choose a quick McDonalds drive thru. Johnny at the wheel, placed the total order , checked for completeness, and passed out hand held breakfast for all. Guess I’m kinda old school, but it does take some getting used to when you eat hash browns in the shape of a flat oval inside a little paper sack. Don’t know if they call ’em McTaters or not, but think I will.

Anyways, we ate breakfast traveling from Paintsville to Salyersville. A pretty dive on that high speed mountain freeway. A trip that used to take an hour or so, now is minutes. Johnny doesn’t poke along on the mountain high speed roads. But put him on the mountain back roads, he’s passed by the local turtles. By the time the McTaters were finished we approached the southern suburbs of Salyersville. My original “Old Sister”, Thelma, lived in those southern suburbs for many years out there on Burning Fork Road.

Most all the scars of the tornado that destroyed much of Salyersville on March 2, 2012 are gone. New buildings hide the trauma this little community suffered when the tornado walked the earth in Salyersville KY. The destruction was great. Even in the time of massive property damage, the hand of God shielded his mountain people from harm’s way . Not a single life was lost in the worst tornado in the history of Kentucky. The survival spirit of the people of Magoffin County is great.

It’s the first exit off the Mountain Parkway leaving Salyersville toward Lexington where you turn toward Royalton. The Mountain Parkway is a part of the Federal Interstate Highway System. KY 7 is a two lane mountain road winding along the path of least resistance in mountain travel. Mountain roads tend to follow the course of running water to the extent possible. But sooner or later the road must cross the mountain. Sometimes easy, and sometimes not so much so. Either way, it’s up one side and down the other.

The next turn is on KY 867 just before you get to Royalton. If you go to Royalton, then you missed the turnoff to Tip Top. Done that before too. Another two lane mountain road, destined to soon become an even smaller two lane road. It’s down the road, round the curve, cross the Licking River and make a decision while setting at a stop sign. Turn right and the road goes back to Salyersville. Turn left and the road goes to Tip Top.

We turned left. It’s called “going up Oakley” when you turn left at that stop sign. It’s called going up Oakley ’cause that’s the name of the creek, Oakley Creek. Once you start up Oakley you can’t miss Tip Top ’cause there’s only Carver and the next stop past Carver is Tip Top. Now Carver does not have a sign saying such. People just know when it’s Carver, and when you’ve past Carver, you know that too. Tip Top doesn’t have a sign either, but it’s like when you get to Carver, you know, and when you get to Tip Top you also know.

For the first time traveler going up Oakley it’s easier to know when you get to Tip Top. ‘Cause the road ends at Tip Top. No joke, the road just ends. It’s as if the paving machine just ran out of asphalt, and no more trucks came to refill the asphalt hopper. Tip Top.

I’ll always remember the very first time I took Johnny to Tip Top. Johnny was about 21 or so. His first comment after getting out of the Van we were traveling in that day. was forever special. “In my 21 years, I never thought I would, this quick in life come to the end of the road”.

And so on that Labor Day 2015, we too reached the end of the road at Tip Top. Parking is always a premium when the mountains get close. Tip Top is a real good example of how close the mountains can get. You can stand on one mountain and throw a rock and hit the other mountain. Been there done that. But not this day, it’s the Tip Top Coal Camp Reunion 2015, and we’ve arrived.

Sister Sharolette and I walked up into the crowd as Johnny and Jaimie parked the car. While not yet recognizing a single person , somehow they all seems family to me. David Rowe and his wife, Nan were the first ones we recognized. Both David and Nan grew up in Tip Top, fell in love, married and moved to northern Indiana a long, long time ago.

On several occasions back in the very early part of this century, David asked me to go with him to the Tip Top Reunion. I always had a reason not to go. David’s younger brother Mike Rowe begged me to go to the Tip Top Reunion with him, time and time again. Once again the reasons not to attend were always easy to find. Too much work at RHCO Inc. headed the list. Oh what I’d give to have gone just one time with Mike. What a trip it would have been. May not have gotten back to Indiana for a week or so.

Very shortly after arriving one of those responsible for maintaining the interest in the Tip Top Reunion, Adam Manns, approach. We shook hands and Adam asked if I would talk to some people from the University of Kentucky about my life in Tip Top. Oh sure, be glad to.

The University of Kentucky is documenting the coal camps that were in eastern Kentucky during the first half of the last century. Both written and oral history is being compiled. Each coal camp to have its own web page to display the information unique to the site.

Adam took me over and introduced me to the U of K folks. They turned on the video camera, the audio recorder, gave me a bottle of water, and we were off the races. 45 minutes later I asked the man in charge how long did he want me to tell stories. He said as long as I had stories to tell. Told him that he didn’t have that much time, and besides I’d really came to visit the Tip Top Reunion, and so I rejoined the party taking place on the shady side of the mountain.

Depending on how steep the mountain and its proximity to the rising sun, the sun may not shine all the way down to the bottom of the mountain until well after noon. So was the location chosen for the Tip Top Reunion. The shady side of the mountain.

The highlight of the whole trip to the Tip Top Reunion was meeting up with 5 cousins from the family of Cole. Cousin Herlis Cole is the patriarch of the Cole Clan. This is the Cole Cousins I’ve talked about before. When I was living at Tip Top, more Cole cousins than I could count on all my fingers. Now one hand can count ’em all.

Sisters Shirell, Wanda, Judy and Brother Herlis and his wife Madeline were the reason Sharolette wanted to attend the Tip Top Reunion. This Family of Coles made our trip worthwhile. We laughed, talked, hugged, took pictures, sang and prayed as a family.

Twelve noon, a short prayer and luncheon is served on the mountain side. Authentic food from the mountain people makes for a most delicious meal. The meal also brought back memories of other meals long ago eaten when BobbyRay and three sisters lived right up the hill behind where we sat. A time when all the hills of Tip Top were covered with houses. A time when most every day we shared our evening meal with two or three or four of the Cole Cousins. Just how ever many that happened to be hungry when we were. Sure loved that bunch of cousins then and still do now. I’ve missed those cousins living close by ever since I left Tip Top.

There’s a monument bearing the surnames of all those who ever worked in the Tip Top Mine. Standing reading the names on that Granit Slab, it could well have been a listing of clients of RHCO Inc. I did not see a single name I didn’t already know and was truly surprised at how many of those surnames were in fact tax clients of my company.

We cousins stood by the Granit Monument for picture taking, first one, then the other, then the group, and then another. It was during the picture taking that I met a second cousin. The son of the oldest baby girl born into the Family of Cole, Mabel had a son, Jackie Back. I met him for the first time at the Tip Top Reunion.

Another good reason to have made the trip to Tip Top. Not only do we get to see our cousins from the Cole Clan, we meet part of the second generation of the Cole Family. Now I hardly know any of the second generation of the Cole Family, but I bet there’s a lot. Maybe someday I’ll meet ’em all, hope so.

The sun came over the mountain top at about 2 in the P.M. and the perfect Labor Day weather at Tip top turned to the hot side. Real Hot. Real fast. The Tip Top Reunion went from full party on fun, to see ya next year, gotta get out of this sun. The party ended as the sunshine bathed the mountains in the bright light of ending summer. It had been so long since I’d played in the Summer Kentucky Sunshine at Tip top, I’d forgotten that we played early morning in the shade of one mountain. Stayed inside or under the house during the time the sun shown down on all. In late afternoon, the opposing mountain provided shade of more outside activity.

Yes, under the house. Just think about it. When a house is build on a steep mountain side, the house is built level. That means one side of the house touches the mountain and the other side is supported on posts of some type, wood or rock. The playground space under the house was a favorite place for me and some of the Cole Boys in the summer heat.

While standing under a tent, Cousin Herlis lead the Cole Family in singing “If We Never Meet Again This Side of Heaven”. It could have been real easy to cry by the end of that song. With a final round of hugs, and more hugs for all our cousins, we got back in the air conditioned car and drove north toward the homelands of Indiana.

With only one more leg of the trip to go, Johnny and I still had a football meeting that Labor Day Evening somewhere in Ohio with the BuckEyes . I’ll let you know who won that game.

From the EastWing, Checking Out & Checking In, Telling Stories to U of K, Hugging Cousins, Sunshine On The Mountains, Indiana Here We Come.

I Wish You Well,

BobbyRay

From The EastWing, Me and Johnny On The Road Again, A Country Music Highway, Jenny Wiley & A Flea Market, Dinner At Reno’s

Greetings to all and welcome new friends to the EastWing.

 

It was Labor Day Weekend. It was Saturday Morning. It was early Saturday Morning. Real early Saturday Morning. Before breakfast early Saturday Morning. The Summer Saturday Sunshine had already started to perk-u-late. The whole world was full of the last Summer Holiday.  It was Johnny and me, on the road again. Laughing and listening what the other had to say. Reminiscing this and that and having such a good time. It’s always a good time when me and Johnny are on the road again.

 

We have company for this trip. My Sister Sharolette and my daughter in law, Jaimie. We’re going somewhere. We have a Labor Day Date way up in the mountains of southeastern Kentucky. A date with a place that used to be. A place that is no more. A place where memories lay still in the open between the mountains and the stream. A place called Tip Top. A place that used to be. There’s an old man from the mountains coming home.

 

Very few miles had rolled over the odometer before the devastation of the Indiana corn crop was apparent wherever one cared to look. Labor Day and corn standing at knee level spoke silent volumes for what happened to Indiana Corn in the growing season of 2015. It was the rain, you know, that destroyed the corn crop. Most every year the concern in crop production is enough rain. This year just the other way around. Prayers were offered up for dry weather. And then it rained some more.

 

With Lafayette IN below the horizon and the Windmill Fields of Remington, just north of the city rapidly disappearing from the backwards looking mirrors, it was time to talk about breakfast. And so we did. The vote was Cracker Barrel by acclamation. A little sweet talk by Johnny, and we walked in and were seated directly as the Cracker Barrel Store was full of happy shoppers. I never asked Johnny how he got a table so fast. Some things in life are best left along. Ten more minutes in the oven would not have burned the biscuits that Saturday Morning. In fact ten more minutes would have been just right. Grits and gravy flow like fine wine at a Cracker Barrel Breakfast.

 

Along the way from Lafayette to Indianapolis again stood the little yellow corn. It looked sad, that little yellow corn. Couldn’t help but think if corn could cry, those little fellers surely would. Seems before we knew it the big town filled our view. Now I’m not quite fresh off the turnip truck, but kinda. So I still gawk when I’m in the big cities. Gawking is good. Indianapolis has always been one of my favorite towns for gawking.

 

We’ve always enjoyed downtown Indianapolis. When the She had a 60th birthday we spent a weekend downtown. We took the horse drawn carriage ride while the city was all decked out for Christmas. As we rode the streets of downtown Indianapolis on that Saturday night in late November, the snow started to fall. It sparkled against the city lights. Under the blanket that covered our knees we  held hands, me and the She. I squeezed her hand. You can say “I love you” just by holding hands under a blanket while setting in a horse drawn open carriage in downtown Indianapolis as it snows on a Saturday night  in late November.

 

The word was out to avoid Louisville KY when traveling south. Seems road construction had rendered that city near impossible to travel thru. And so we choose a different kinda route to the mountains. A direction I’d not traveled for many, many years. East to Dayton OH then southeast toward an intercept with US Hwy 23. We choose this route simply to see a different part of Ohio, a different part of the world. A part we’d not seen before.  A good choice for a fun trip thru southeastern Ohio. Now I don’t care what ya say about that place. We were in red neck country, from time to time. The flags flying along the way, from time to time, supported such statements of ethnic culture.

 

Pretty country side, southeast Ohio. I’d not seen for many years. Corn still grows there, lots of corn.  For the first time in a long time the Ohio Corn crop is much superior to Indiana corn. But just like the cubs, “wait till next year”.

 

Portsmouth Ohio is such a pretty little river city. Stuck there on the High banks of the mighty Ohio River. Beautiful new bridge and super clean little city makes Portsmouth stay gentle on my mind. May go back there someday just to look around a little  more than just driving thru on the way to what lies on the other side of the water under the bridge.

 

It’s the Country Music Highway, or so said the sign there on the south side of the Ohio River, kinda  northwest  of Ashland KY out here on U.S. Hwy 23. Sister Sharolette said she wanted to travel this Country Music Highway. So on  this pretty early September day we wound our way across two states to make ole sister’s wish come true. Ashland KY is a working river kinda town, and it showed.

 

Driving down the Kentucky Country Music Highway, having fun with family, priceless.

 

Paintsville in the twilight checking into a new motel. We’ve forever stayed at the Ramada Inn at Paintsville. This time too late making reservations, so the  lady at the Ramada recommended the Days Inn.  Her quote was “if we’re full and are asked for another hotel, we always say Days Inn. You won’t be disappointed there”. And we were not.

 

Although the  Wi-Fi kinda sucked. Even Sister Sharolette didn’t like the Wi-Fi connection.  We were just too far from the wireless router for a good signal.  It was no big deal, after all we did not go to Kentucky to connect to the internet. But Sharolette does now think she can’t survive too long without her FaceBook friends.

 

Not too many would connect Paintsville KY with quality Chinese Food. Such a pleasant surprise was a brand new Chinese Restaurant within a stone’s  throw from Days Inn. That Saturday evening we dined with the Wongs.

 

Many early summer mornings brings fog to the mountain side. The day before Labor Day 2015 was no different. Being an early riser, I watched the fog appear on the mountains like magic, as the temperature and humidity came together for that silent, fog producing,  dance on the mountains. It was my pleasure to watch ’em dance. one never gets too old to watch magic or enjoy a pretty dance. The coming of the  mountain fog provides both. And yes the fog does come on little cat feet.

 

Breakfast at Bob Evans is where we encountered a massive discontent of the customer base. Seems the wait staff were three servers short and one hostess also decided not to go to work that Sunday Morning.  The natives were getting restless. I almost expected a slinging  biscuit fight to break out at any minute. With no biscuits in hand to defend ourselves in case of attack, we retreated from the war zone and forged for  our food elsewhere that Sunday Morning.

 

Jenny Wiley State Park is one of my favorite places in the southeastern part of Kentucky. Some 50 years or so ago the governor hired two people and charged them with creating a world class State Park System for Kentucky.  There was a move afoot to impeach the governor for wasting money for such nonsense.   Today the Kentucky State Park System stands among the best in the country. Jenny Wiley State Park is a major jewel in the crown of the Kentucky State Park System.  It’s just outside Prestonsburg, up there on top of the mountain. Jenny Wiley State Park, We go there as often as we  can. I like to go to Jenny Wiley  and Just hang out. It’s that pretty.

 

Riding down that Country Music Highway, between Prestonsburg and Jenny Wiley State Park you will come across the Bull Creak Flea Market & Trade Center. Now if you like flea markets, this is a dream come true. Johnny likes flea markets. It’s somewhere between  a quarter to a half mile long. Up and back one time was my limit. Johnny took longer. Jaimie said she thought Johnny had to touch ever piece for every vendor. Johnny likes to shop till he drops.  That don’t take too long in the hot Kentucky sun. Most of the vendors were under roof, those in the sunshine had less shopping going on. As I returned to the air conditioned comfort of our traveling steed the outside temperature read 92°

 

Dinner at Reno’s Roadhouse there along the Country Music Highway is always fun. Reno’s is one of those “throw the peanut shells  on the floor” kinda place. We ate in the dining room that evening.  One time Johnny and I were at Reno’s and we ate in the saloon, they throw peanut shells on the floor in there also, we did too.

 

You may remember it was a year ago this past July 4th that we sat on a bench in the middle of Reno’s parking lot and watched the Prestonsburg fireworks. It was the best ever. In a large part because I was setting by my beautiful She. Sure missed the She this trip but it just didn’t work out  for both to be gone at the same time. But next time…..

 

We ended the evening with Johnny and Jaimie playing in the hotel pool. It was an outside pool. And get this, on the second level. Yeah a pool one flight up. Don’t know why, just was.

 

After a fun day of playing in the Kentucky sunshine, flea marketing, Reno’s dining and pool splashing  tomorrow we’ll go to Tip Top. We’ll talk about that the next time.

 

From The EastWing, Me and Johnny On The Road Again, A Country Music Highway, Jenny Wiley & A Flea Market, Dinner At Reno’s

 

I Wish You Well,

BobbyRay

The King’s Donkey, Shame On You Shame On Me, Al Gore & The English Teacher, Al Gore & The Glaciers

Greeting to all and welcome new friends to the EastWing.

 

Do you know why all good stories start out “Once upon a time”? I don’t know either, they just do. Sometimes things in life seem to have been there forever. Even the first book of the Bible, Genesis, starts “In the beginning”. Now that’s Once upon a time, said a different way, kinda.

 

Once upon a time there was a king who wanted to go fishing. He called the royal weather forecaster and wanted to know the weather forecast for the next few hours. The royal weatherman assured him that there was not even a slight chance of rain for several days. So the king went fishing.

 

Now when the king goes fishing it’s not just the king and a can of worms, oh no. It’s also the queen. The king and queen can never go anywhere without their man and maid servers who attend to every wish of the  king and queen.

 

Then should the king and queen decide to go outside the palace, they have to be protected. So too goes the forerunner of the secret service, the protectors of the crown. Of course the royal groupies, the royal court, must also go along. Where  the king goes, the groupies follow. Even the court jester has to go fishing, just in case the king needs some entertainment. And so it was that by the time everybody got ready to go fishing, the fishing party numbers swelled to 497. Not counting the worms of course.

 

On the way the king met a farmer on his donkey. Upon seeing the king the farmer said, “Your Majesty, you should return to the palace at once because in just a short time Iexpect a huge amount of rain to fall in this area”.

The king was most polite and considerate, he replied: “I hold the palace meteorologist in high regard. He is an extensively educated and experienced professional. Besides, I pay him very high wages. He gave me a very different forecast. I trust him and I will continue on my way.” So the fishing party continued on.

However, a short time later a torrential rain fell from the sky. The King and Queen were totally soaked and their royal court  chuckled under their breath upon seeing them in such a wet state of affairs. Furious, the king returned to the palace and gave the order to fire the royal weatherman immediately!

Then he summoned the farmer and offered him the prominent and high paying role of royal weather forecaster.
The farmer said, “Your Majesty, I do not know anything about forecasting.  I obtain my information from my donkey. If I see my donkey’s ears drooping, it means with certainty that it will rain.”

So the king hired the donkey.  And that, boys and girls, was the real beginning of the practice of hiring asses to work in the government and occupy its highest and most influential positions.

 

And it all happened Once Upon A Time.

 

Much as expected when last week I poked fun at Hillary Clinton, the crazies got on my case.  Those folks forever use the same old and tired tactic. That being, when you can’t defend your position by disputing facts and recorded records, then attack the messenger, and so they did.

 

It continues to amazes me that so many left leaning “progressive liberal”(a term they call themselves, I for one have a different name to call ‘em) minded people believe “shame on you” is a proper retort to factual statements.  Another favorite phrase used by of those folks in an attempt to shut off any different opinion to their own point of view is “you disappoint me”. DUH! Disappointment is a two way street.

I sometimes wonder if progressive liberalism is a form of mental illness. 50 years of the liberal “War on Poverty”. Poverty won the war, plain and simple. More poverty now than 50 years ago. Look at major cities controlled by progressive liberal politicians. Detroit, Baltimore, Chicago, Washington D.C., Ferguson, MO. The common thread over the last several decades, progressive liberal administrations.

 

The common result of decades of progressive liberal administrations in these cities, well I don’t really have to list them. You already hear and see about them most every night on the news. Too much crime, too much murder, too much drug use, too much single parent homes.  The solution is always dump more money down the rat hole.  It’s kinda like having a flat tire on your car. You can pump more air in and watch it leak out  while never gaining on the problem. Or you can fix the flat. Progressive liberal thinking has never fixed a flat.

 

The above is in response to an email from a lady in Seattle WA getting on my case for a couple weeks ago commenting about my ole friend Al Gore. Guess she must have taken umbrage to my comments about Al Gore. So the lady said shame on you, you disappoint me.  What the hell, I don’t even know the ole girl and she’s shaming on me??? That just not right. And I’m disappointing her. Well lotte-da.

 

Most of you already know of my friend in Nebraska who’s a retired high school English Teacher. She has forever reviewed my writing for correct English and most ever week points out my lack of proper use of the English Language and the written word. One time she was particularly critical of how I had said something. I told her if she’s that critical to just stop reading. I was then told it was not my  choice as to what she reads. And for me to just shut up and write. Well, me and this ole girl, we just get along. Oh, and she usually gives me a weekly grade. Sometimes a good grade, sometimes not so good. But always a little smiley face at the end of her email.

 

I reference my Nebraska friend here because on the same day as the shame on you email, I get an email from Nebraska thanking me for once again socking it to Al Gore. Seems my English Teacher friend is not a fan of the inventor of the internet.

 

Just one quick mention of Al Gore and we’ll leave that sleeping  dog lie. On the day Al Gore was born there were 130,000 glaciers in the whole world. Today, after all the good work Al Gore has done in weather research, first with Global Warming, then when that didn’t work out right, jumping smack dab into Climate Change, there are only 130,000 glaciers left in the whole world. Guess Al Gore must be doing something right.

 

From The EastWing, The King’s Donkey, Shame On You Shame On Me, Al Gore & The English Teacher, Al Gore & The Glaciers.

 

I Wish You Well,

BobbyRay At  The EastWing

 

From The EastWing, Hillary Bill & Batman

Greeting to all and welcome new friends to the EastWing.

 

Watching Hillary Clinton make every effort to run a presidential campaign in the presence of lingering, nagging, and forever more troublesome tribulations of her own making as the summer prepares to fall into autumn.  After many, many years of Bill trying his best to convince the world that his wife is something she’s not, Hillary  appears to finally think she’s Batman.

 

We’ve all loved Batman from when he first left the Batcave . He truly fights for truth, justice and the American way. Batman has forever captured the hearts of us all. Batman can do no wrong. Now his sidekick is another story. Robin is the odd guy out with Batman. We don’t know for sure what Robin is even suppose to do.  Now when it comes to saving the day, Robin is pure worthless. Robin never saves the day.  Batman is the glory. We all love the glory side of life.

 

We’ve all now come to realize that Bill Clinton is simply  a friendly, likeable liar, and that’s just the way it is. That’s just Bill Clinton. It depends on what is, is.  For many years Bill has been trying his best to make Hillary into something akin to a superhero.

 

Not everyone may remember back  in 2007 Hillary was running for President, the first time. Bill made a 5 – minute TV political commercial for  Hillary in which he starts out by saying he wants to share some things we may not know about Hillary’s background. Bill then proceeded to tell his version  of the Hillary Story. It didn’t take much fact checking to confirm Bill’s effort to turn Hillary into  Batman.

 

Bill says: “In law school, Hillary worked on legal services for the poor.”
The facts are: Hillary’s main extra-curricular activity in law school was helping the Black Panthers, on trial in Connecticut for torturing and killing a federal agent. She went to court every day as part of a law student monitoring committee trying to spot civil rights violations and develop grounds for appeal.

Bill says: “Hillary spent a year after graduation working on a children’s rights project for poor kids.”
The facts are: Hillary interned with Bob Truehaft, the head of the California Communist Party. She met Bob when he represented the Panthers and traveled all the way to San Francisco to take an internship with him.

Bill says: “Hillary could have written her own job ticket, but she turned down all the lucrative job offers.”
The facts are: Hillary flunked the DC bar exam; yes, flunked. It is a matter of record, and only passed the Arkansas bar. She had no job offers in Arkansas – none – and only got hired by the University of Arkansas Law School at Fayetteville because Bill was already teaching there. She did not join the prestigious Rose Law Firm until Bill became Arkansas Attorney General and was made a partner only after he was elected Arkansas Governor.

Bill says: “President Carter appointed Hillary to the Legal Services Board of Directors and she became its chairman.”
The facts are: The appointment was in exchange for Bill’s support for Carter in his 1980 primary against Ted Kennedy. Hillary then became chairman in a coup in which she won a majority away from Carter’s choice to be chairman.

Bill says: “She served on the board of the Arkansas Children’s Hospital.”
The facts are: Yes, she did. But her main board activity, not mentioned by Bill, was to sit on the Wal-Mart board of directors for a substantial fee. She was silent about their labor and health care practices.

Bill says: “Hillary didn’t succeed at getting health care for all Americans in 1994, but she kept working at it and helped to create the Children’s Health Insurance Program (CHIP) that provides five million children with health insurance.”
The facts are: Hillary had nothing to do with creating CHIP. It was included in the budget deal between Clinton and Republican Majority Leader Senator Trent Lott. The money came half from the budget deal and half from the Attorney Generals’ tobacco settlement. Hillary had nothing to do with either source of funds.

Bill says: “Hillary was the face of America all over the world.”
The facts are: Her visits were part of a program to get her out of town so that Bill would not appear weak by feeding stories that Hillary was running the White House. Her visits abroad were entirely touristic and symbolic and there was no substantive diplomacy on any of them.

Bill says: “Hillary was an excellent Senator who kept fighting for children’s and women’s issues.”
The facts are: Other than totally meaningless legislation like changing the names on courthouses and post offices, she has passed only four substantive pieces of legislation. One set up a national park in Puerto Rico . A second provided respite care for family members helping their relatives through Alzheimer’s or other conditions. And two were routine bills to aid 911 victims and responders which were sponsored by the entire NY delegation. Presently she is trying to have the US memorialize the Woodstock fiasco of 40 years ago.

Here’s what bothers me more than anything else about Hillary Clinton: She’s done everything possible to weaken the President and our country (that’s you and me!) when it comes to the war on terror.

1. Hillary wants to close GITMO and move the combatants to the USA where they would have access to our legal system.
2. Hillary wants to eliminate the monitoring of suspected Al Qaeda phone calls to/from the USA .
3. Hillary wants to grant constitutional rights to enemy combatants captured on the battlefield.
4. Hillary wants to eliminate the monitoring of money transfers between suspected Al Qaeda cells and supporters in the USA .
5. Hillary wants to eliminate the type of interrogation tactics used by the military & CIA where coercion might be used when questioning known terrorists even though such tactics might save American lives.

One cannot think of a single bill Hillary has introduced or a single comment she has made that would tend to strengthen our country in the War on Terror. But, one can think of a lot of comments she has made that weaken our country and make it a more dangerous situation for all of us. Bottom line: She goes hand in hand with the ACLU on far too many issues where common sense is abandoned.

Despite his best efforts, Bill Clinton has been unable to produce a superhero.

 

Hillary’s not Batman, why she’s not even Robin. And we don’t even like Robin that much anyhow.  Like Dick Morris, a former long time aid to Bill Clinton said, “this country may well be ready for a woman president, but not this one”.

 

Oh, by the way, I’m sure you’ve heard that the FBI is investigating Hillary’s E-mail computer. That is not true. The FBI is investigating Hillary Clinton.  In the total history of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, they have never investigated a machine. The Bureau doesn’t investigate machines, they investigate people. In this investigation it’s Hillary Clinton, a superhero want-a-be.

 

From The  EastWing, Hillary Bill & Batman

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The Email Jumping On Me, Me Jumping On Climate Change, Coke & Climate Change

Greeting to all and welcome new friends to the EastWing.

Seems I offended the climate change folks in my remarks last week. Well I was told in no uncertain words that people a lot smarter than I and knew a lot more than I do  about climate change, all agreed that climate change was occurring and there was nothing we could do about it, except what the scientists tell us is best for the planet.

Not looking to engage in verbal  wars on the matter of climate change, BUT !

As stated last week, there is no know clean scientific research to support the position of climate change. The  only global warming support is in computer models. Now make sure you hear what I said there. The only global warming support is in computer models.  The data used in the computer models has been skewed to support the outcome desired.

One example of such being, if you calculate the average temperature for a given month that has we’ll say has 30 days and record each daily temperature then throw out the lowest recording and add the remaining 29, then divide by 30, you get one answer. Leave in the lowest recording and still divide by 30, you get lower temperature answer.

It’s important to keep in mind that climate change has now grown into its own industry. Yes, climate change has now become an industry onto its self. Worldwide this industry spends $1,000,000,000,000. And what do we get for spending a Trillion Dollars? More scientific data indicating  that we need to continue to do research on climate change.

But hey, like the friend who told me about the scientists who know a lot more than I do about such matters. I’m assuming we all agree that those folks whose livelihood depends on computer research on climate change make every effort to ensure that their work is completely unbiased and they are working solely for the truth, and will not predetermine any outcomes. Surely the scientific community would be 100% honesty  in their search for the truth.

The scientific community is a reflection of life. And life, time and time again, has demonstrated that those who foot the bill can and will impact the outcome. What drives this new industry onto its self to keep going?  Job security, plain and simple. The underlying support data is never discussed when we’re informed the planet it getting hotter. But we don’t hear about getting hotter anymore. Cause the planet is not getting hotter.

The last report I read on global warming stated that the reason the world is not getting warmer, all the extra heat is going into the ocean. So the oceans are getting warmer and we don’t know it. Old tried and tired alarmist tactics used to further fund climate change. A new industry has been created that does not manufacture, does not sale a service, only creates work for those in the industry. That work, making sure we all pour more money into research into climate change.

Climate change exists in predictions based on computer modeling alone.  There is no data, there is no evidence.  It used to be global cooling.  Then it was global warming.  Now it’s “climate change” so that any apparently abnormal weather event can be attributed to climate change. Be it a tornado, be it a two-inch rainstorm, even a hailstorm that damages a jetliner can be blamed on climate change.  Yes!

So how it works — and they’ve done that with these climate change-prediction models and a “consensus of scientists” — consensus of scientists, but not all.  Because there are many scientists who do not believe what the so-called consensus says.  We never are told what this consensus of scientists study. Maybe it’s weather maybe it something completely unrelated to weather. Maybe their guess is as good as yours when it comes to weather.

Just in case you don’t believe the science community can be bought, may I remind you that Coca-Cola, the world’s largest maker of pop with sugar, is backing a new ‘science-based’ solution to the obesity crisis: To maintain a healthy weight, get more exercise and worry less about cutting calories.”  All of a sudden scientists aren’t so good, because the New York Times has found a bunch of scientists that Coca-Cola apparently is paying to say that drinks like Coke  have nothing to do with obesity.  But wait!

If Coca-Cola can find scientists and get an opinion that they want from by paying them, do you think the same thing could happen to climate change scientists and a “consensus” of them?  Do you think somebody could come along and offer those scientists enough money? I mean, if anybody’s paying attention, they’re  is writing their own obituary in this stuff.   They’re undermining the whole notion of a scientific consensus. Now it can be bought and paid for by Coca-Cola.

As I read the story of the Coke funded research, one could only conclude that  the New York Times admits that scientists can be bought.  The New York Times inadvertently tells us that scientists can be corrupt.  Yeah.  When Coca-Cola wants scientists to say that their drinks do not contribute to people being fat, there are scientists that’ll take the money and say it.  Well, could there be scientists who would take the money and say what say ever Al Gore wants them to say?  After all, for the man who invented the internet, controlling the weather should be a piece of cake, or maybe that should be a piece of ice.

Now not wanting to pick on ole Al Gore, but I’m sure you all have heard of the old saying “A snowball’s chance in hell”. Well based on his latest research, Al Gore, last week,  gave that snowball’s chance as 50 – 50.

From The EastWing, The Email Jumping On Me, Me Jumping On Climate Change, Coke & Climate Change

I Wish You Well,

BobbyRay

 

BobbyRay From The EastWing

The Dog Days Are Closing, Liberal Buzz Words, Br. Al & Looking For Jesse J, The President & The JV Team ISIS, Watching the Donald Grow.

Greeting to all and welcome new friends to the EastWing.

 

What starts right after the 4th of July and runs to about the middle of August” Why it’s the Dog Days of Summer of course.

 

When I was a kid I would hear that it is the dog days of summer here in Indiana during times of persistently hot weather in the summer. I assumed that the term dog days meant that all outdoor dogs suffered from all the heat day after day. Life for an outdoor dog just can’t be fun on those 90° days of summer. So I’d always make sure my dog had lots of extra water every day.

 

Later in life as I started learning about the universe while looking at the stars with my Brother-In-Law Ed that learned the term had to do with stars and not dogs in the summertime. It’s a star, not a dog in dog days. A single star in the in the constellation Canis Major that is one of the brightest stars in the sky and is approximately 8.6 light-years distant from Earth. The Dog days is named after Sirius, the Dog Star.

 

The Dog days start when the Dog Star begins to line up with our Sun (lining up is called conjunction in stargazing talk). Ancient people thought that when the Dog Star aligned with the Sun that they combined their energy to make the weather even hotter. Of course those folks had no idea of the distance between the Sun, the Dog Star, and the Earth. Just to give an example of the extreme distance between these three things, it’s some 93 million miles from Earth to our Sun.

 

Light travels at 186,000 miles per second. It takes 9 minutes for the light from the Sun to reach Earth. Now if you do the math and calculate how far light would travel in one year and multiply that by 8.6 you’d get the distance light would have to travel from the Dog Star. So it’s pretty easy to see that the Dog Star is not going to add any heat to Earth in the Summer time  when it lines up with our Sun.

 

However, dog days expression stuck. In July and August the background stars, that’s the ones out there past our Sun, kinda behind the sun if you will,  includes the Dog Star Sirius. July and August of this year have been relative mild compared to past summers. So in the absence of any persistent heat waves not too many are complaining about the Dog Days of Summer 2015. And before we visit again the Dog Days of Summer 2015 will have retreated into the backroads of things that used to be, never again to return. But wait,,,, next year brings new dog days of summer then we’ll start all over again with hot days and climate change.

 

Now if you ask the folks who preach the weather doom and gloom, they’ll tell you the reason the Dog Days of Summer is not hotter this year is Climate Change. Of course if July and August had been extra hot, then their reason for the extra heat would be Climate Change.

 

Do you notice how we have allowed buzz words to be accepted into our language and never protest their arrival? Words that inflame, embarrass, and point fingers. Many such words and phrases  are designed for the single purpose of supporting a liberal, far left political point of view.

 

No matter what the weather, climate change  means we’re all doomed unless we make drastic changes in the way we live. Give me a break here. Nothing in true science can support that we humans can impact weather on a global basis. The more I read on this topic the more I’m convinced that  those who support climate change are those who make their living spreading the doom and gloom our future brought on by climate change.

 

In 2007 the spin doctor of climate change, Al Gore, predicted that the polar ice would melt by 2014. There was more ice in the polar ice cap in 2014 than there was in 2007. That fact did not get the same level of publicity as the 2007 prediction. The reason for the increase in the polar ice cap, could that be reverse climate change? The little ice age of the 70’s did not come about. The predicted global warming did not occur so, now let’s say climate change. Cause no matter what the weather, climate change will make the argument for our side.

 

War on Women. What where who when and how can never be answered by Hillary Clinton when she spouts her now old tired phrase, war on women. Guess she must have missed that war. After all, receiving $300,000 for a 45 minute speech about whatever topic the party paying the $300,000  wants her to talk about does not seem like she’s in the war on women. Maybe Hillary  considers herself the winner of the war on women.

 

You’re a racist. No matter how fact based the criticism, disagree with the position of the President of the United States, or any black activist, then you’re a racist. Even look at Al Sharpton, you’re a racist. Racist is a two way street. But mostly walked only by race baiters.

 

African-American, know who popularized that phrase? Jesse Jackson that’s who. Sure wish he would have popularized Appalachian-American, maybe I’d get more respect. If not respect maybe more social welfare coming my way. If not, maybe they’re racist.

 

Words that inflame, embarrass, and point fingers are now used almost exclusively by the liberal far left as a routine part of their efforts to convince us to support failed social policies, and failed liberal politicians.

 

Speaking of Jesse Jackson, anybody seen or heard of the Reverend lately? Seems that when the president took up with Br. Al Sharpton, Jesse Jackson was relegated to the JV Team, and we all know that no one pays attention to the JV Team unless you’re the President and it’s ISIS.

 

This morning’s Sunday Paper brought the third prediction of the death of the candidate Donald Trump and his efforts to become President of the United States.  Now I’m not saying yea or nay on Donald Trump, just saying it seems unusual to read where the same writer spells the death of the same candidate on three different occasions for three different reasons on three different days.

 

From the EastWing, The Dog Days Are Closing, Liberal Buzz Words,  Br. Al & Looking For Jesse J, The President & The JV Team ISIS, Watching the Donald Grow.

 

I Wish You Well

BobbyRay From The EastWing