I was driving in Columbus two days ago and came across three service stations where gas was $1.65, $1. 62 and $1.56.
I wonder how many people stand at those pumps filling their cars screaming, "I hate Trump!"
Wednesday, January 2, 2019
Why Would Central American Migrants Go To San Diego
A “violent mob” of illegal immigrants tried to ring in the new year by rushing the border in California, and Border Patrol agents fired tear gas at them to repel the incursion, Homeland Security officials said Tuesday.
About 150 people were involved in the attempt to climb over and burrow under a section of border fence in San Diego on New Year’s Eve night. After they were blocked, one group grew more combative, firing rocks over the border to try to hit agents.
Notice the difference? The path to McAllen is approximately1,300 miles long; whereas the path to San Diego is approximately2,700 miles long. So the caravan travelled more than twice as far as it needed to.Why in the world would they do that? They didn’t have their own vehicles, and they weren’t carrying enough food or resources to justify the longer journey.There are two reasons.The first reason can be summed up in two words: Ninth Circuit.Travelling the extra 1,400 miles to Tijuana/San Diego would take the migrants to the Ninth Circuit of the U.S. Court of Appeals, with its numerous judges willing to minimize the President’s statutory authority to restrict entry of aliens into the United States .The second reason for travelling twice the distance is that California is a sanctuary state with dozens of sanctuary cities like Los Angeles and San Francisco .
A Real Profile In Courage Can Rest For Eternity
Tyler Trent, the Purdue superfan who became a national inspiration as he battled cancer, died Tuesday night of cancer, leaving behind memories of “his grace and his strength,” as ESPN’s Scott Van Pelt put it while leaving an empty chair on the “SportsCenter” set.
“Though I am in hospice care and have to wake up every morning knowing that the day might be my last, I still have a choice to make: to make that day the best it can be. To make the most of whomever comes to visit, texts, tweets or calls me," said Trent in one of his last statements.
Washington Post
Tuesday, January 1, 2019
A Quote From Bernie
Bernie Sanders argued that bread lines in Communist countries were a sign of the system’s success:
National Review"It’s funny, sometimes American journalists talk about how bad a country is, that people are lining up for food. That is a good thing! In other countries people don’t line up for food: The rich get the food, and the poor starve to death".
I don't care for Bernie's view on breadlines. In the first place it can sometimes be cold sanding outside. Plus, I'd like to have the time to watch a baseball game or just take a walk in the woods. What if I'm standing in line and there are grumpy people in front or in back of me. I hate when this happens, don't you?
Young people, especially the collegians, like Bernie. I'd like him too if I had his money.
Looking Forward To 2019
As we said when I was a kid about time flying, "Golly gee Ned, how did we get here so fast"? Of course, I'm talking about 2019. It seems like yesterday we were planning the festivities for 1999. Companies around the world were geared up trying to put the clamps onto what Y2K would bring to their computers. The answer was nothing.
I am so looking forward to the year ahead. Warren Buffet and various other economic prognosticators predict good times for all. That's good especially when I consider all the every day screw ups I'll have costing me a near fortune.
Tomorrow, January 2, 2019 I will wing my way to Scottsdale, Arizona sans spouse. It'll be a labor of love. My body is wracked with a sinus infection, fever and episodes of spectacular coughing. I've consumed massive amounts of anti-infection meds to see the family of my oldest child, her husband and my three grandchildren. One is 11 and a competitive swimmer, one is 9 and in love with hockey. Bringing up the rear is a six year old. My great suspicion is she'll some day be an entertainer. Already she's the perfect drama queen. These kids are crazy happy about me. They've become accustomed to my open wallet policy.
February brings a re-birth. I am having my second hip replacement. Don't give me pity. I'm looking forward to the process. First off, my doctor is the best of the best at fixing bad hips. I'll go to his clinic, get sliced and the next day be walking pain free. I had my last hip replacement in '08, As I recall people tell me I spoke with them on the phone a few days after the surgery. I didn't recall this. Drugs have that affect.
When I was released from the hospital ten years ago I came home to my man cave where a hospital bed, courtesy of Ohio Health was placed. For the next couple of weeks Her Majesty had to wait on me hand and foot. Not good.
This time around I've decided, compliments of Medicare, to be sequestered in a private rehab center.
Check this out. I get my own private room with my personal TV remote and television. My meals are brought to me by, hopefully, a female nurse who rates a 10 on a scale of beauty. Across the hall is my rehab center for physical activity. If The Queen wants to visit she can. If not, well, that's the way it goes. And if one so desires to partake, every Friday night is free cocktail, beer, wine night. What a deal!
The way I see it is this. With my hip the way it has been all I do is lie around all day looking at and writing on the computer. I'll be doing the same while being treated like a king.
Life doesn't get any better than this.
I am so looking forward to the year ahead. Warren Buffet and various other economic prognosticators predict good times for all. That's good especially when I consider all the every day screw ups I'll have costing me a near fortune.
Tomorrow, January 2, 2019 I will wing my way to Scottsdale, Arizona sans spouse. It'll be a labor of love. My body is wracked with a sinus infection, fever and episodes of spectacular coughing. I've consumed massive amounts of anti-infection meds to see the family of my oldest child, her husband and my three grandchildren. One is 11 and a competitive swimmer, one is 9 and in love with hockey. Bringing up the rear is a six year old. My great suspicion is she'll some day be an entertainer. Already she's the perfect drama queen. These kids are crazy happy about me. They've become accustomed to my open wallet policy.
February brings a re-birth. I am having my second hip replacement. Don't give me pity. I'm looking forward to the process. First off, my doctor is the best of the best at fixing bad hips. I'll go to his clinic, get sliced and the next day be walking pain free. I had my last hip replacement in '08, As I recall people tell me I spoke with them on the phone a few days after the surgery. I didn't recall this. Drugs have that affect.
When I was released from the hospital ten years ago I came home to my man cave where a hospital bed, courtesy of Ohio Health was placed. For the next couple of weeks Her Majesty had to wait on me hand and foot. Not good.
This time around I've decided, compliments of Medicare, to be sequestered in a private rehab center.
Check this out. I get my own private room with my personal TV remote and television. My meals are brought to me by, hopefully, a female nurse who rates a 10 on a scale of beauty. Across the hall is my rehab center for physical activity. If The Queen wants to visit she can. If not, well, that's the way it goes. And if one so desires to partake, every Friday night is free cocktail, beer, wine night. What a deal!
The way I see it is this. With my hip the way it has been all I do is lie around all day looking at and writing on the computer. I'll be doing the same while being treated like a king.
Life doesn't get any better than this.
Try Waving At Random People
Doesn't this read like a wonderful way to start off the new year? It's better than flipping the bird.
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