I Interupt this Program!!

WOW am i getting sick and tired of hearing about how everyone needs to go after those filthy stinking rich people with higher taxes. Do the Lib's or Progressives get it or not. I think not! If I was a rich person I should care, but I'm not and I'm outraged by this crappy stinkin' thinking. Tonight I heard Mark Dayton " Of the Dayton fortune" say he was running for Gov. of Minnesota. The first thing out of his mouth was that he was going to raise taxes on the rich. Minnesota is the 2nd highest tax state in the nation. What is so wrong with cutting spending? If you make a hand-out available, sure as shit someones gonna stand in line for it. Quit giving our money away to every sad sack, and start working programs. I know there are thousands of jobs that can be done with no experience. Bad back, OK...here's a job you can do instead of collecting free health care and welfare. We need to reach back to the days when the church took care of the poor, and we did it with donations because we CARED!!! Letting someone spend my tax dollars on what they think is necessary is pure bull. Let me take care of my neighbor. In-turn he will enrich my life. The rich don't have to live in Minnesota, they are rich, they can live anywhere and will. So Mark Dayton, if you think those rich bastards need to be taxed more why don't you limit yourself to $50k a year and give the rest of your wealth to the poor. Then people might give a shit when you talk. For now...."Shut the hell up!"

Behind the 8 ball Again

I haven't been to crazy about writing. A string of bad luck has sort of got me in the dumps. I shall not let the negatives win, so on-ward and up-ward. I think it all started with a very low vacation year. Feels like all I do is work. For the last two weeks I have been fighting computer viruses that have taken over every computer I own. The computer fight is coming to an end, I have cleaned up this one and IT took my other home to cook pancakes on. Really they are removing the good files so I can do a fresh install of windows. Every computer need to get a fresh start and by God this one is due. One thing I want to say, and I'm not a spokesman for any backup service, but if you keep just one photo on your computer...GET AN ONLINE BACKUP SERVICE!!! Don't do it tomorrow! TODAY!!! No-one has the time to back up there files and the online services do a great job for little money. It's an automatic thing and will save your life someday. It's like your driving instructor said "It's not if you get in an accident but When!". Your computer will crash, get infected and like me you will hack around for two weeks ignoring everyone and everything till you conquer the little s.o.b's or you go insane. I'm a competitor and I HATE to loose. Sometimes you just have to know when to bring in a ringer at the last moment. So hopefully by this weekend I'll be up and running on all computer fronts. I also had time in the last two weeks to blow up the engine in my car. I'll tell you more about that tomorrow. Stay tuned!!

Out on the Ice

I took #1 Ice-skating on Sunday for the first time. Boy this brought back memories. I remember skating for the first time when I was about 7 years of age. My memory is a little foggy, but I do remember my grandfather skating with us. My brother and I rented a pair of figure skates and went for a couple hundred falls. The rink was just down from my house at the corner of main and 5th Ave. There was an old wooden warming house and the ice was lit with little light bulbs strung together held up by a few poles. I remember my grandpa gliding over the ice and thinking that was the coolest thing I have ever seen. I soon got the hang of skating and many a Christmas where rung in with a new pair of skates under the tree. I never lived more than two blocks away from the rink and I would go skating after school, on the weekends, over Christmas vacation, every chance I would get. Every fall I couldn’t wait to walk by and see the local workers flooding the rink and thinking, “only a few more days.” Skating was the coolest pastime. (No pun intended) I think I liked it so much because I was good at it. I could always find a couple of friends to play “pump” (a form of tag) or grab my hockey stick and slap the puck around. I would even skate when the temp was so warm that patches of grass where exposed thru the ice and puddles of water were everywhere. When I turned 16 I got a new pair of skates, I went a few times that winter but my interest turned to playing guitar and dating. I never went again. Sunday I got on the ice for the first time in 28 years. What a flood of memories, the smell of the warming house, the kids all learning to skate, and my daughter venturing out for the first time on her new skates. I still got it, although I was shaky for the first half an hour. By the time we left I was zooming around again like a little kid, running up and down the ice at full speed stopping on a dime, and tearing it up. I was never so proud as to see my daughter overcome her fear and make her way around the ice by herself. I live in a bigger city now and getting to the only outdoor rink left in town is a ten-minute drive. I can’t say that #1 will skate as much as I did, but she seams to enjoy the challenge and once again I’m making memories out on the ice.