Friday, April 26, 2024

"I Am Done"

 The following is from Running 'Cause I Can't Fly blog. He's posted this on several occasions and I think I might have posted it once before myself, but it bears repeating. It's a bit dated now, but the sentiment is still the same - in fact, probably even more so. It pretty much sums up my feelings on the current state of affairs as well. Things for the average working stiff have gone from bad to worse and we haven't seen the worst of it yet.


                                                "I Am Done"
                                                by OHMama

"I was born at the end of Gen X and the beginning of the Millennial Generation, and grew up in a middle class town. Life was good. Our home was modest but birthdays and Christmas were always generous, we went on yearly vacations, had 2 cars, and there was enough money for me to take dance classes and art lessons and be in Girl Scouts.

My 1940s born Dad raised me to be patriotic and proud, to love the war bird airplanes of his era as much as he does, and to respect our flag and our country as a sacred thing. I grew up thinking that being an American was the greatest gift a person could have. I grew up thinking that our country was as strong, and honest and true as my Dad. I grew up thinking I was free.

As an adult, I have witnessed the world I grew up in fall to ruin. I have watched as our currency and our economy have been shamelessly corrupted beyond redemption. Since we’ve been married, my husband and I TWICE had our meager investment savings gutted by the market that we were told to invest in, now that pensions no longer exist and we working stiffs are on our own. We will be working until we die, because the Social Security we’ve been forced to pay into has also been robbed from under us.

I have watched as our elected officials enter Congress as ordinary folks and leaves as multi millionaires. I have watched my blue collar husband get up at an ungodly hour every day and come home with an aching back that we pray will hold out long enough to get him to old age in one piece. Outside of shoes, socks and underwear, almost everything my family wears was bought used. We’ve been on one vacation in 12 years.

We don’t have cell phones, or cable, or any sort of streaming services, just a landline and internet. We hardly ever eat out. Our house is 1400 square feet, no air conditioning. I cook from scratch and I can and I garden and I raise chickens for eggs and meat and I moonlight selling things on Etsy. Still it is barely enough to pay the bills that go up every year while service quality and the longevity of goods goes down. What I just described is the life you can live on 60K a year without going into debt.

At last calculation, when you consider all of the federal, state and local taxes plus registration and user fees, Medicare and SS payroll taxes, almost a third of what my family earns is stolen by the govt each year. What’s left doesn’t go far, just enough to cover the basics and save a little for when the wolf howls at the door.

I watched as my family’s health insurance was gutted and destroyed. Our private market insurance, which we had to have because my husband’s employer is too small to have a group plan, was made illegal. We were left with the option of either buying an Obamacare plan with unaffordable deductibles and insanely ridiculous out of pocket maxes, or paying the very gov’t that destroyed our healthcare a fine for not buying the gov’t mandated plan that we cannot afford. We now have short term insurance that isn’t really insurance at all, and I live in fear of one of us getting injured or sick with anything I can’t fix from the medicine cabinet.

I have watched as education, which was already sketchy when I was a kid, became an all out joke of wholly unmathematical math, gold stars for all, and self-loathing anti-Americanism. My family has taken an enormous financial hit as I stay home to home school our child. At least she’ll be able to do old-fashioned math well enough to see how much they are screwing her. A silver lining to every cloud, I guess.

I’ve sat by and held my tongue as I was called deplorable and a bitter clinger and told that I didn’t build that. I’ve been called a racist and a xenophobe and a chump and even an “ugly folk.” I’ve been told that I have privilege, and that I have inherent bias because of my skin color, and that my beloved husband and father are part of a horrible patriarchy. Not one goddamn bit of that is true, but if I dare say anything about it, it will be used as evidence of my racism and white fragility.

Raised to be a Republican, I held my nose and voted for Bush, the Texas-talking blue blood from Connecticut who lied us into 2 wars and gave us the unpatriotic Patriot Act. I voted for McCain, the sociopathic neocon songbird “hero” that torpedoed the attempt to kill the Obamacare that’s killing my family financially. I held it again and voted for Romney, the vulture capitalist skunk that masquerades as a Republican while slithering over to the Democrat camp as often as they’ll tolerate his oily, loathsome presence.

And I voted for Trump, who, if he did nothing else, at least gave a resounding Bronx cheer to the richly deserving smug hypocrites of DC. Thank you for that Mr. President, on behalf of all of us nobodies. God bless you for it.

And now I have watched as people who hate me and mine and call for our destruction blatantly and openly stole the election and then gaslighted us and told us that it was honest and fair. I am watching as the GOP does NOTHING about it. They’re probably relieved that upstart Trump is gone so they can get back to their real jobs of lining their pockets and running interference for their corporate masters. I am watching as the media, in a manner that would make Stalin blush, is silencing anyone who dares question the legitimacy of this farce they call democracy. I know, it’s a republic, but I am so tired of explaining that to people I might as well give in and join them in ignorance.

I will not vote again; they’ve made it abundantly clear that my voice doesn’t matter. Whatever irrational, suicidal lunacy the nanny states thinks is best is what I’ll get. What it decided I need is a geriatric pedophile who shouldn’t be charged with anything more rigorous than choosing between tapioca and rice pudding at the old folks home, and a casting couch skank who rails against racism while being a descendant of slave owners.

I’m free to dismember a baby in my womb and kill it because “my body my choice”, but God help me if I won’t cover my face with a germ laden Linus-worthy security blanket or refuse let them inject genetically altering chemicals into my body or my child’s. I can be doxed, fired, shunned and destroyed for daring to venture that there are only 2 genders as proven by DNA, but a disease with a 99+% survival rate for most humans is a deadly pandemic worth murdering an economy over. Because science. Idiocracy is real, and we are living it. Dr. Hannibal Lecter would be an improvement over Fauci.

I am done. Don’t ask me to pledge to the flag, or salute the troops, or shoot fireworks on the 4th. It’s a sick, twisted, heartbreaking joke, this bloated, unrecognizable corpse of a republic that once was ours.

I am not alone. Not sure how things continue to function when millions of citizens no longer feel any loyalty to or from the society they live in.

I was raised to be a lady, and ladies don’t curse, but f**k these motherf**kers to hell and back for what they’ve done to me, and mine, and my country. All we Joe Blow Americans ever wanted was a little patch of land to raise a family, a job to pay the bills, and at least some illusion of freedom, and even that was too much for these human parasites. They want it all, mind, body and soul. Damn them. Damn them all."


It's interesting to note, depending on which state you live in, it's about the time you hit Tax Freedom Day. Meaning that for the first four months of the year you've worked to pay taxes for the various levels of government. Even most high-schoolers can do math to figure out you have to give a third of all your earnings away with only a minimum of input on your part as to what they do with the money. 

I don't like the idea my tax dollars helped underwrite the development of covid-19 or that they are being used to support the war in Ukraine and the Middle East. I'm not very comfortable being an accessory to murder. My feelings towards the grifters in Washington are much the same as OHMama: damn them to hell and back.

Thursday, April 25, 2024

Southbound

 


Not a bad idea, what with the chilly weather we're having. It was a decent day yesterday except it was 25 or 30 degrees below what the average normally is for this time of year. 

I went to the cardiologist yesterday for my check-up. That part came out OK but he didn't offer much help with the chest trouble. In fact, when I brought the subject up he thought perhaps it might be best to have another stress test. I've had a couple of them in the past but this one will be the chemical type. Because of the time that has elapsed since I had the heart attack and the stents installed, he said it may be time to go back in again. I doubt that but every time I mention that I've got pains in my chest everyone in the medical field assumes I'm having heart issues. None of them seem to listen to the part about tearing muscles. Anyway, this will be one more test that hopefully confirms there isn't anything else wrong with me.


What with the cold weather and all the doctor's visits, I was fortunate to hear about the Ham license class when I did - plenty of time to read the manual. I'm about halfway through it, much of which I really don't understand. Going to the prep classes I'm sure will help but I'm definitely going to have to study. Fortunately, after all the classes I've taken over the years, I'm pretty good at taking tests. I'll just have to put in the effort.


Tuesday, April 23, 2024

Pocket Knife


I carry a pocket knife all the time, I've fixed a lot of things and worked hard for a living. I wouldn't describe myself as one who would stand fearless in the face of a world full of evil, however. I'm more of the type who just wants to be left alone. 

When I went to the fights the other night, I didn't even think about having to go through a metal detector. I lost a knife at the White Sox game a few years back because of the metal detector. It was too far to go back to the car and the knife, while it was a nice one, was a promotional item I got from sending in 50 cents and a couple of wrappers from Peppermint Patties. Even though I gave it up, I still had two more in the lock box, so not a big loss. 

The one I'm carrying now is a promotional item as well. It's from Copenhagen tobacco with micarta scales, brass bolsters and a small inlaid plate inscribed with Copenhagen. I don't remember what the cost was but I had to send in a few lids from cans of Copenhagen, which wasn't a problem. I just put out the call to the boys in the welding classes and I had plenty in short order. 

When I saw the metal detector the other night, I thought for sure I was going to lose another one, but I tossed it in the tub and dumped my pocket changes and keys in on top of it right away. I don't know if security saw it or not but I made it in without losing it. It's a nice knife and plenty handy - two blades and made by Schrade in the USA. It would have been a shame to lose it. I just need to remember these are different times than when I used to go to events when I was younger.

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I've got a visit with the cardiologist today for a checkup. According to his bio he's an interventional cardiologist so I'm thinking if he opens people up for heart surgeries, he might be able to shed a little light on my chest problem or at least point in the direction of someone who can. Here's hoping.

 

Sunday, April 21, 2024

Bit O' Funk

 


Not the kind of music I normally listen to, but I sure could. 

While I was out in the shop the other day the radio had an announcement about a ham radio prep class that was starting on Saturday. I looked it up on their website after getting back in the house for the details and I decided I was never going to get a better opportunity to get my license than this deal. Four Saturday mornings for the prep, exam on the fifth. Classes held only 20 miles away as well. So I showed up yesterday morning, and I'm on my way to having a ham radio license. 


Later in the day, Coach Jen, myself and another guy from the gym headed to Indy for the fights. The guy in the white trunks is Johnny "Ironsides" Morrison who boxed out of our gym as an amateur and is now undefeated as a pro after four bouts. The three of us had a good time. The fights started early enough that we could stop on the way home at Nine Irish Brothers.


I broke training and had Bangers & Mash and washed it down with a half and half class of Guiness and Yuengling. Pretty heavy meal for so late in the day but it was tasty and I brought half of it home. I've been wanting to go to this place for quite a while, glad we could get there. Damn good day for me. 

Wednesday, April 17, 2024

A little Bit of Productivity

 Still having trouble with the chest but I'm feeling lucky just the same. Therefore, I entered a raffle for a '67 Corvette - 327/350 with a 4 speed. I've never owned a 'Vette but I did have an Impala SS with a 327 and a 4 speed. Lots of fun. You too can take a chance but the raffle ends today.


Did a little machining job yesterday for the high school high mileage team. Nothing much to it - just drill and tap a couple of 1/2-20 holes in the end of the spindles. The team came in second at the Shell contest in Indy recently, which qualified them to move on to the next round in Lafayette in about a month. I didn't get a chance to go with them to Indy, but I'm hoping to go to Lafayette to spectate for a day.

Speaking of machining, I'm making a bit of progress on splining the shift lever. According to the manual, one revolution of the dial spins the table 4 degrees, each individual mark on the dial is one minute, and the vernier markings are 10 seconds. However, it seems that each mark on the dial is actually 2 minutes and the vernier markings represent 20 seconds. I'm still working on the first piece to double check the spacing and the diameter of the bore before scrapping a second one. It should go pretty quickly now that I've got everything figured out - it says here in the fine print.

Monday, April 15, 2024

Splines

 


I started cutting the spline in the shift lever. If you look close you can see a couple of cuts having been made. I started making the tool by grinding but it wasn't working out real well. I have a spacer head on the mill so I put my piece of stock in there and I got a very accurate 60 degree shape centered on the rod. I had previously centered the machine over the rotary table so I had to re-center it after making the cutting tool. Before moving the table, however, I set the dials on the table feeds to zero. I moved the table back to the zero marks on the dials, but I checked center with the little tool I made and the wiggler just to be sure. I'm not sure what the depth of cut should be on the vee cuts, but I set an indicator to measure the depth of cuts. Right now I'm going .020" deep, meaning I'll probably have to make at least two passes. I'm having a little trouble deciphering the vernier scale to get the reading on the seconds - that is the subdivision of the minutes. I keep thinking of the old machinist joke when cutting a gear. When he gets around the circumference and gets to the end cut, he asks the boss "Do you want one big tooth, or two little ones." It might come to that.

Saturday, April 13, 2024

Unsolicited Magazines

 


Since I started Social Security, I also started getting unsolicited magazines in the mail. I'm assuming the feds sell the list to magazine publishers like they do to the Medicare insurance companies. The subscription prices of the magazines are usually rock bottom but other than Motor Trend, I've never received one I was interested in subscribing to or even reading for free. Case in point: GQ. First of all, my clothing expenditures probably average less than $200.00 per year. I splurged on the Raleigh bicycle jersey, but that will probably be the extent of my clothing purchases for the year, so I'm still under budget. Secondly, I didn't recognize any of the names on the cover with the exception of Lewis Hamilton. 

The fashions displayed in the magazine are not what the well-dressed welder would be wearing, either in the shop or when putting on the dog. I certainly would have been over-dressed had I showed up at the boxing matches Thursday night in one of those outfits. I do plan on reading the article about Lewis Hamilton. As a seven-time world F-1 champion, might make for interesting reading. Probably won't address much of his racing exploits, though.