All in the Family featured the curmudgeonly Archie Bunker. Archie was television’s most famous grouch, blunt, blustering, straightforward and untouched by the PC crowd. He was the archetype of the conservative male. Michael desprately tried to reeducate him, but he persisted in his breviloquence.

Looking back at the last 40 years, we realize: ARCHIE WAS RIGHT!



A good ole Alabama boy won a bass boat in a raffle drawing. He brought it home and his wife looked at him and said, "What are you gonna do with that? There ain't no water deep enough to float a boat within 100 miles of here."

He said, "I won it and I'm a gonna keep it."

His brother came over to visit several days later. He saw the wife and asked where his brother was. She said, "He's out there in his bass boat," pointing to the field behind the house.

The brother headed out behind the house and saw his brother sitting in a bass boat with a fishing rod in his hand down in the middle of a big field. He yelled out to him, "What are you doing?"

His brother yelled back, "I'm fishin'. What does it look like I'm a doing?"

His brother yelled, "It's people like you that give people from Alabama a bad name, makin' everybody think we is stupid. If I could swim, I'd come out there and give you what for!"


Gut Wrenching

Twenty four years or so ago, I stood on a railway station platform in the Netherlands.  It was a beautiful day.  We had scheduled an afternoon to visit a Dutch concentration camp.  As our little group was waiting for the tram to take us to the camp, we collectively chickened out.  It wasn't a matter of being afraid to go.  We weren't  hesitant due to any failing of courage or moral fortitude.  It wasn't even our first camp.

That more than anything was probably the real reason we got back on the train and headed to our next stop.  It wasn't our first camp, and we still remembered what it felt like getting the gates locked on us at Dachau.  You see Dachau is a large museum these days.  One of the techniques they use when it is getting close to closing time is to lock up the different sections of the grounds and then the staff guides the visitors out.  We got locked in the crematorium section by the ovens.  The staff probably took all of 15 to 20 minutes to get to us and escort us out, but it seemed like eternity standing in the drizzle. 

I can't explain why I felt a sort of soul deadening hopelessness that day.  The staff was just doing their job of crowd control.  Yet standing on the bridge looking out those locked gates filled me with sadness.  I hadn't talked to any of my friends about that feeling.  Yet when it came time to go to another camp, none of us wanted to.

I'm not a Jew.  I don't even like gin.  I've known several Jews that I've had business relationships with over the years and liked them very much.  I can't imagine what kinds of emotions a camp would stir up for them.  Which is why I found this vid interesting.


Free Cheese

I don't know if you've ever eaten government cheese or not.  The USDA used to, and may still I don't know, buy up milk fat and have it made into cheese.  This was a good deal for dairy farmers as it allowed them to produce and sell more milk and the government would buy up surplus.  This kept the retail prices higher and stable for the farmer, allowing him to sell all he could produce without having to worry about a pesky supply and demand curve.

There were some other benefits too.  The second group to benefit was the welfare industrial complex.  This group consists of all the professional welfare workers, their subcontractors, consultants, warehouse workers, agricultural concerns etc.  Free cheese is big business.  The farmer gets a cut.  The cheese guy gets a cut.  The truck driver gets a cut.  Then you have all the case workers, cheese distribution specialists and accountants who do the work and demonstrate and document the need for free cheese.  Free cheese is big business.

Of course there is one last group that benefits from free cheese, the poor man eating it.  Although the program allegedly exists for his benefit, he is only a minor part of the process.  As long as he shows up every other week to pick up a bag full of cheese and other government subsidized products they are handing out, all is well in the economy of "free cheese".

America is so good at free cheese that approximately 1/3 of the population gets in on it and makes a sandwich.  That doesn't count all those who benefit from jobs and profits form working in the free cheese complex.  According to this: there are 86 million workers supporting 148 million takers in a country with a population of about 340 million.  That's a lot of free cheese from not a lot of producers.

If tomorrow you were to move, not take, just move the cheese, you'd upset a lot of people.  After all, they were counting on that cheese being right there.  You moved it.  You are a bad person. 

For arguments sake lets say that someone saw a piece of cheese that they thought, because nobody else could possibly want that piece of cheese, they could get it for the taking.  Again for arguments sake, lets say that a tiny family of mice had been eating on that piece of cheese nobody else wanted for about 140 years. 

In order to be the old rat in charge of the pack, you have to be cunning and vicious.  It has to look like the cheese just happened to fall into your lap, or the other rats will be jealous.  You arrange for consultants to consult, advisors advise, the bureaucrats lick boots, not because you've arranged for the boot licking, that's just what they do, its in their nature.  When they see an ass, they want to kiss it.  They want to be "change agents".  Just tell them "its the law" or call it "policy" and they will blindly do your biding without considering if it is right or just.

Imagine that the rat, having set the wheels of steal into motion, is just about to have his piece of cheese fall into his lap, when a cat stops by to visit the family of mice.  Instead of getting the cheese the rat gets his tail stepped on.  Now the rat has to go out and get a bigger cat.

If you've grasped my analogy you now understand what is going on with the Bundy Ranch in Nevada.  Except the Bundy family has over the years played by the rules and only stopped when it became clear that no matter what they did, someone was going to rustle their cheese. 


It Has Happened

The in-laws have arrived for Easter and a couple of weeks of grandkid time.  The kids are loving it.

Blogging will be light as I lose access to my home PC.  Latter, blogging will be light due to me losing my mind.

Age by Car Radio

Student: Every button is programmed to pop, rock, and rap -- except the oldies station for your parents.

Young Professional: Still programmed to rap, rock, and pop, plus the station that gives the traffic reports. As you approach your 30s, you'll probably also add the talk station that everyone at work talks about.

Established Professional: Will use the "scan" button and until you hear the first pop tune you learned as a kid on the oldies station.

Approaching Middle Age: Thank goodness for "adult" pop, rock, and soul; will actually listen to the oldies for a few tunes.

Truly Middle Age: It's not that you're old enough to listen to the oldies, it's just that they keep playing songs you know.

Approaching Retirement: The radio is either on the oldies or off.

Retired: Stopped listening to the radio -- that "oldies" station started playing all of this "new music."


Brave New Skoos

In another case of blame the victim, a Pennsylvania school decides that the best course of action is to throw the retarded kid under the bus.
A learning-disabled 15-year-old Pennsylvania sophomore was threatened with felony wiretapping charges for using his school-approved iPad to record being bullied by other students.
After his numerous reports to teachers went unheeded, the student, who has not been identified, decided to take matters into his own hands after repeatedly being tripped, pushed, insulted, nearly burned with a cigarette lighter, and generally bullied since moving to the South Fayette School District 20 minutes outside Pittsburgh.
“I was really having things like books slammed upside my head,” the teen said in a report. “I wanted it to stop. I just felt like nothing was being done.”
The student told his mother about the bullying and, to prove he wasn’t making the stories up, recorded an incident during class with his iPad’s audio recording function, which captured students making mean and harassing comments and even pretending to strike him in order to frighten.
“According to [the student's mother], as the teacher is heard attempting to help her son with a math problem, a student says, ‘You should pull his pants down!’ Another student replies, ‘No, man. Imagine how bad that (c**t) smells! No one wants to smell that (t**t).’ As the recording continues, the teacher instructs the classroom that they may only talk if it pertains to math.
Shortly thereafter, a loud noise is heard on the recording, which her son explained was a book being slammed down next to him after a student pretended to hit him in the head with it. When the teacher yells, the student exclaims, ‘What? I was just trying to scare him!’ A group of boys are heard laughing.” 
Obviously this is the retarded kids fault.  After all his parents are the ones who hate him enough to send him to a public school in the first place.  Child abuse starts when you put your kid on the yellow bus.  I guess the good news is that the judge found the retarded kid guilty of the reduced charge of disorderly conduct.  Good thing the principle erased the evidence of bullying, otherwise the wiretapping charges may have stuck.

In other news, the Nevada division of the Bureau of Land Management has offered summer internships to the bully's.