Ignorant and Blithely Oblivious, Part 1

sword of Damocles

It’s going to drop.  Murphy’s Law says so.

It has been said, “ignorance is bliss.”  Perhaps in the short term that’s true.  It’s sort of hard to have fun when one can see the Sword of Damocles hanging over one’s head.

I remember the most miserable vacation I’d ever had.  When I was in seventh grade I had a rather difficult time with math, and I didn’t particularly like the math teacher to boot.  She was one of the teachers that assumed that since I had aptitude for and achieved in every other subject that I should excel in math as well.  Yeah.  Right.

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In those days you got a report card every six weeks, that your parent/guardian/resident adult had to sign and return to the teacher.  In my family it was worse than that- DAD had to sign it, as his signature is rather ornate and hard to copy.  He always perused my report cards with particular scrutiny before signing them.  Anything less than straight A’s usually got me grounded, and usually the only subject that was difficult for me to get an A in was, of course, math.

That six weeks before Thanksgiving break I’d barely ended up with a C- in math class, as well as the teacher had included a nasty note on the report card that implied that I was a horrible slacker because I didn’t do well in her class.

The signed report cards were due back the Monday after Thanksgiving.  Joy.

Dad wasn’t particularly worried about report cards that Thanksgiving break as he was preoccupied with a long-planned trip to my grandmother’s in St. Louis.  Normally I would be thrilled about getting to see my grandmother (Mom’s Mom) who I only got to see once or twice a year and, if I was lucky, for a week or two in summer, but this was a miserable trip.

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I’d rather have been stranded with the Griswalds.

I kept wondering when Dad was going to ask about report cards, and/or when my oldest sister would remind him.  She was normally quite anxious to get hers signed.  She usually got mostly A’s and a B now and then.  Dad didn’t usually give her any trouble unless she got below a B in anything.  But even my sadistic oldest sister wasn’t in any real hurry to show off her report card this go-round. I would discover later that she had gotten 3 B’s and a bad conduct comment from the gym teacher, which wasn’t quite normal for her either.   Her conduct usually was bad- no surprise there- but she was generally very good at hiding her sadism from adults.  It was unusual for her to get caught.

My other sister always got crappy grades (Dad usually didn’t get on her if she at least got C’s)- but she had mostly C’s and one D- so she wasn’t in any hurry to have Dad sign her report card either.  None of us had the courage to hit Dad up for signatures until the last minute- mostly because nobody wanted to spend an eight hour road trip (one way) listening to Dad seethe and fume on about how bad our grades were.  I know I didn’t want to be around Dad in close proximity for four days when he’s pissed.  Let him be pissed on Monday when he’s at work and I don’t have to deal with it.

Even so, all I could think about the entire trip was a.) the inevitable browbeating I would get over Mrs. Vitriol’s (not her real name) catty comments, and Dad’s predictable volatility and malaise for the next six weeks. I wouldn’t be going anywhere besides school and the library for a long time.

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Mrs. Vitriol’s note was NOT this nice.

I actually tried to find an example of a “nasty note from school” online, and uncovered nothing more than vapid entreaties to parents that they should encourage Suzie or Jimmy to be his or her “best self” tomorrow or similar tripe.   My note was to the effect of, “Your daughter is lazy and doesn’t care if she achieves in my class or not.”  A little something to make Dad go medieval on my sorry ass.   Which he did- with extreme prejudice.  Nothing got Dad hot faster than having any teacher accuse me of slacking in school, warranted or not.

The sad irony is that math was the only class I ever really did study for.  It just didn’t make sense to me, and still doesn’t once I get beyond what I call “accounting math-” the basic addition, subtraction, multiplication and division one needs to navigate in daily life.   I can balance a checkbook, I can figure out what kind of mileage I get, and so forth, but that’s about the extent of my mathematical ability.  It was a real struggle for me to get to the point of having that much understanding.  I have about as much aptitude for things mathematical as I do for sports.

I would have had a lot more fun on that trip to my grandmother’s if I hadn’t gotten that report card until after vacation.  In that instance maybe ignorance would have afforded a little bit of bliss.

life easier when stupid

Perhaps, but intellect has its advantages.

The Grateful Dead said, “I may be goin’ to hell in a bucket, baby, but at least I’m enjoyin’ the ride.”  Apparently that’s how the ignorant go through life.

hell in a bucket

Biker Wisdom 101

One thing I can say for that philosophy is it probably cuts down on stress.  After all, most stress comes from worrying about things that never happen anyway.  Unfortunately I find myself taking the Murphy’s Law approach most of the time.  I figure everything’s going to go wrong anyway.

In all seriousness, though, worrying about things that a.) will happen anyway, and b.) I can’t change, really is a waste of time.

The Error of Obama, the “Birther” Issue is Not the (Primary) Issue, and 2012

Color me vindictive, but I don’t believe everything I read, and even if I see it, I don’t necessarily believe that either.  It’s obvious that this picture is not proof that Obama literally took a trip down a kiddie slide to the Lake of Fire, although it is a mildly entertaining visual.  Documents can be forged, too.  With enough research and time and friends in low places, I could come up with a realistic looking birth certificate from anywhere.

I don’t really care where Obama was born- in a barn, in a box, in a train, with a fox…I do not like him, Sam I Am.  I would sooner vote for Green Eggs and Ham.

I’m not saying the Constitution is something to take lightly either.  A person who is born to two American citizens on American soil is a natural born citizen.  A person born to one American citizen and one foreigner (regardless of where) has dual citizenship until they reach the age of majority and can decide for themselves which citizenship they will take up.  We have a friend who had a very similar situation- one of his parents was an American citizen, the other a British subject.  When he was 18 and decided to join the Marines, he had to declare that he chose American citizenship.   A person born with dual citizenship (regardless of where)  is technically NOT a natural born American citizen, and is NOT eligible to hold the office of President.

The eligibility to hold office issue is serious, and thumbing one’s nose at the Constitution is not to be taken lightly, but I am more concerned with Obama’s performance (or should I say lack thereof) as President.  As much as I want to try to say something nice about the guy, the only nice thing I can honestly say about him is that he makes Jimmy Carter look good, Bill Clinton almost appear to be honest, and Dick Nixon. by comparison, is as innocent as a choir boy.

Even if Obama’s birth would have been filmed for posterity, and was undeniably proven to have occurred on American soil, and he were born to two verifiable American citizens, the fact is, he has brought more of what this country absolutely does NOT need.

A few examples:

Railroading through “Obamacare”- a nightmare of regulation and red tape engineered for the sole purpose of making healthcare even more impossible for the middle class to pay for.  Of course,  the middle class is stuck paying for everyone else to get what the middle class can’t afford- for free.  I’m proud to know that my tax dollars are paying for geezers on Medicare to get free pecker pumps-so they can still have fun in the sack, while I scrounge and go without other necessities just to be able to pay outrageously inflated prices for my own scripts and insulin- to keep myself alive.

The fact that Obama and his minions refer to abortion as “healthcare” and want tax money to pay for that too is simply more evidence of how morally bankrupt this guy is.

Sucking up to foreign despots and sympathizing with terrorists (*newsflash*- enemies of the state are NOT to be accorded the Constitutional rights of US citizens…) instead of growing a pair and calling evil for what it is.

Failing to again, grow a pair, and inform the Welfare nation that the handouts (especially those paid for at the expense of those who not only work for a living, but pay for all the deadbeats too) are officially dried up.

Failing to declare a national state of emergency and REQUIRE that we drill for oil where it is available here in this country, regardless of the NIMBYs, regardless of the cries of the tree huggers and the trial lawyers that will inevitably follow them.  Drilling for oil and environmental conservation are not mutually exclusive goals.  The reality is until we find a viable replacement for petroleum we need to produce our own and end our dependence on foreign oil.  If we were able to supply our own oil- even on a temporary basis- we could tell the entire Middle East to go blow.  Let them kill each other, since that’s what they want to do anyway, and when the jihad ends and the dust clears, we can move in and take it over.  They get their 70 virgins for boldly dying in jihad, (or eternity in the Lake of Fire…depending on your perspective) and we get the oil.  Win-Win!

Sucking up to Islamic nut jobs who want to see all Americans dead.  Islam is NOT a “religion of peace.”  Anyone who claims that has never read the Quran or learned much about the life of Mohammed.  Get a clue.  But it goes back to sucking up to terrorists and not having the balls to call evil what it is.

Generally I try not to be too obsessed with things political, because that’s one of the easiest ways for me to get aggravated about things that in large part, I can’t change.

I’ve heard it said that we get the leaders we deserve.  Apathy, ignorance, and a taste for free bread and circuses gave us Obama.  I can only hope that someone, somewhere, will give the Republicans a better choice than:

Donald Trump:  I like the Donald in many ways, especially by being a thorn in Obama’s side, but he’s too sensational, and he reminds me way too much of Ross Perot.

Sarah Palin:  I like Sarah too, but she’s too flighty and too easily mocked by the media.  They hate her, and will do anything to cast her in a negative light.  I hate to say it, but she also does come off as being a dingbat at times, which doesn’t help her when the media is looking for any slip of the tongue, educational gap, or error in etiquette.

Huckabee and /or Romney:  I never liked either of them.  Both are lame, not conservative enough, and the same old warmed over tired guys from 2008.

I would like to see Chris Christie run.  I think he would be a very good choice to not only supplant Obama, but to reverse some of the damage Obama’s done.

I know that Obama releasing a long form of his birth certificate is not going to satisfy the “birthers” or settle the debate about his eligibility for office.  The Fourteenth Amendment, Section 3 gives Constitutional validity to impeach Obama right off- without even looking at the birther issue.  Something there about giving aid and comfort to enemies of the United States rings a bell.

Perhaps Obama and his flagrant disregard for human life, morality, the Constitution and other essential components of American government as it was intended to be will wake some people up out of their apathetic fog come 2012.  What is equally important is that he is not replaced with yet another milquetoast puppet, but a real leader. 

If the choice were between Obama and Ron Jeremy, (thankfully it’s not…) I’d probably have to go with Ron Jeremy, and that’s sad.