A Story

September 13th, 2007 1 Comment

Way, way, back in late 1988/early 1989, I saw Stripes. In March 1989 I decided that I needed a haircut, so I joined the Army Reserve. Having just seen Stripes, I figured I’d get a free haircut during entry into Basic Training. It actually cost me $4.25. Anyway I went to Basic Training and got buffed. As a side note, from the time I was in 6th grade to the time I entered Basic Training, I was within 5 pounds of 150 pounds. I came out super muscled out at 175.

Anyway, I journeyed off to Fort Gordon the next summer to learn to be a telephone lineman. First set of training is learning to climb a telephone pole. I got the “climb up” part perfected, but the “climb down” I had a little trouble with. I fell off the pole, from the top. The medical guys in the little M*A*S*H* jeep were laughing as I hobbled over to them for removal of an inch long splinter. They were digging and pulling and digging and pulling, and finally managed to extricate the timber from my leg. There was another plank embedded in my shin right next to that one, and when they asked if there was anything else they could do, I declined. The hunk of wood finally came out of my leg when we were at the Augusta Mall after having seen Die Hard 2, but I digress. Actually this whole story is a digression, but again, I digress.

Anyway, after the medical procedure, which by the way was without the benefit of anesthesia, the sergeant, who had more stripes on his arm than I did, and he said, “Get up there and do it again.” So I did. This time, the fall was a bit more serious. The hospital diagnosed it as “a bad sprain.” I guess that it’s opposed to a “good sprain.” Anyway, the next day my ankle swelled up and it looked like James Caan’s legs in Misery, so I went back to the Hospital.

The Army logic was “If we had the X-Ray moved over just a little bit, we would have seen the fracture.” My talus was broken. By that time, my ankle had swelled up so much, that they couldn’t put a cast on it, because my ankle, in theory, would shrink and the cast would fall off, and my ankle wouldn’t set correctly. Wouldn’t you know it, even with the physical therapy, my ankle never made it back to 100%. It aches when the weather changes, and aches when I have a lot of walking to do.

Why am I telling this story? The clutch went out on the car. It’s gone. Non existent. Kaput. I’ve been taking the train to work each day. It’s a 17 minute walk to the train, and an 18 minute walk to the grind. My ankle is killing me, I we can’t afford a new clutch. Can’t afford a new car, either.

In related news, I have signed up for a bunch of affilliate links, so stay tuned for the new Pie Hole Shopping Mall and Referral Center, coming soon! Maybe I can do something with all these domains that I have just lying around, with plans and plans that I don’t seem to have time for. Arrgh, it’s tough in the life of blowing it out your pie hole.

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Right now, on Pelosi’s website, she is proclaiming to the world that there is 5 days, 8 hours, and 36 minutes until the “first minimum wage increase in 10 years.” Right now, the Federal Minimum Wage is $5.15. The only people really making minimum wage are teenagers working at Burger King and food servers, but their paychecks pay all the taxes from their tips. Great, Ms. Pelosi. Where will the extra money come from to pay the burger slingers? From the consumers who buy. It sure as hell isn’t going to come out of the owner’s pocket. The establishment isn’t going to pay the power company less.

“I can’t pay you your full bill this month because I need to pay my employees more.” Right.

“We’ll shut off your power so you can’t make any money this month.” Then, there’s no power taxes collected, no federal wage taxes withheld, state wage taxes withheld, no social security taxes withheld,no sales taxes collected, no telephone taxes collected, no taxes from the carbon dioxide company, no grease company service taxes, no taxes collected during the transportation of the raw meat, vegetables, buns, soda syrup, and no sewer taxes collected.

So the money that will pay for the wage increase will come from the consumers. You and me. Us. Rates for goods and services will follow a minimum rate increase. Because of this, buying power decreases after a minimum wage adjustment. Check to see if McDonald’s Double Cheeseburger remains on the dollar menu in a month. After the minimum wage increases, and rates increase so the owner keeps making the same, so our buying power decreases.

Imagine the minimum wage earners. They’re now making more, but they have more tax dollars withheld. They can’t buy as much, so they go hungry. They can’t apply for food stamps, because now they’re making too much.

The whole thing is an evil hippie conspiracy to keep people down. However, 39 states have minimum wages higher than Federal, so increasing the minimum wage does little across the board. However, the increases keep coming, and my dollar keeps shrinking.

Great, Nancy! BLOW IT OUT YOUR PIE HOLE!

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The Coalition

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One day, as the U.S. was patrolling, she found a ruthless dictator. This dictator had created a regime of terror all across the land. Men were afraid that the dictator’s sons might come along and rape their wives. The men were afraid that if they said anything about the dictator, that they might disappear in the middle of the night to be dumped into a plastics shredder. The dictator made sure that his stockpile of chemical weapons were strong enough to kill people and tested it on his own subjects.

This regime must be destroyed,” the U.S. said. “Who will send troops to destroy this regime?” Read the rest of this entry »

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