Mr North is a sound voice of economic reason in our economically battered society.
http://www.lewrockwell.com/north/north687.html
Don't think me unkind... Words are hard to find... They're only checks I've left unsigned... From the banks of chaos in my mind...
Monday, February 16, 2009
Thursday, February 05, 2009
Abolish The Federal Reserve
http://www.lewrockwell.com/paul/paul504.html
My favorite congressman strikes again. House Resolution 833 will certainly be ignored by everyone in congress save for it's sole sponsor. But what could be better for America than to do away with the agency responsible for the decimation of America's financial world.
Give Congress back the sole authority to regulate American currency. What a crazy notion right?
What is the definition of insanity? "Repeating the same behaviour over and over and over again expecting different results" Is that not what we do when we sit here expecting the Fed to fix our financial crisis by continuing to play God with inflation and our money.
This may be the only sane solution to our financial crisis to come out of Congress.
Here is to the only sane man in Congress.
My favorite congressman strikes again. House Resolution 833 will certainly be ignored by everyone in congress save for it's sole sponsor. But what could be better for America than to do away with the agency responsible for the decimation of America's financial world.
Give Congress back the sole authority to regulate American currency. What a crazy notion right?
What is the definition of insanity? "Repeating the same behaviour over and over and over again expecting different results" Is that not what we do when we sit here expecting the Fed to fix our financial crisis by continuing to play God with inflation and our money.
This may be the only sane solution to our financial crisis to come out of Congress.
Here is to the only sane man in Congress.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
UNMOUNTABLE DATA
Not sure what that means, but for my computer it meant the BLUE SCREEN OF DEATH. I can't even boot up in Safe Mode. So I pulled out my discs and spent four hours of mind numbing troubleshooting including playing with the BIOS. Finally I succumbed to my IT inadequacies and called Dell. Since I had already done much of what they would have suggested they very quickly confirmed that my hard drive was toast.
The good news is I get a new hard drive. The bad news is, if I want my old data, I'll have to pay some computer geek to pull it off the fried drive.
On a completely different note God is providing abundantly for my family. After nearly half a decade of living on the financial edge, I'm about to come in to a small inheritance as well as finally get paid the remainder of the capital owed me by my former business partner. These combined incomes will finally close the door on my debt. It's a really good feeling knowing my family will finally be free of the burden of debt.
And me, being me, I'm already planning what to do with my new found wealth. What am I gonna do? Invest of course. And avoid any form of debt at all costs. What does that mean? If I need a car, I'll save for it, if I need furniture, I'll save for it, IF I NEED, I WILL SAVE.
I'm also working on the plans for a future business. Currently I have two partners. We will be a Christian Investment Corporation. Our primary goal will be to use existing capital (wealth we have saved and/or acquired) to invest and improve existing businesses or start new businesses.
I don't expect all of our ventures to succeed. However, because we will be using real capital and not credit, there will be no lingering debt if/when we fail at any particular venture. Our successful ventures will be used to help fund future ventures.
Why, after so many moons of living under the burden of debt due to the failure of my business am I so quickly seeking to go back into business? Because wealth isn't made over night. Because success comes from trial and error. The majority of wealthy people have failed many times.
I will not spend the rest of my existence on earth working to make someone else wealthy. No, I will spend the rest of my life building my legacy (with the help of my friends), teaching my children to do the same, and my grandchildren in turn. I'm off to a slow and rocky start, but I have faith.
So, here I go again.
The good news is I get a new hard drive. The bad news is, if I want my old data, I'll have to pay some computer geek to pull it off the fried drive.
On a completely different note God is providing abundantly for my family. After nearly half a decade of living on the financial edge, I'm about to come in to a small inheritance as well as finally get paid the remainder of the capital owed me by my former business partner. These combined incomes will finally close the door on my debt. It's a really good feeling knowing my family will finally be free of the burden of debt.
And me, being me, I'm already planning what to do with my new found wealth. What am I gonna do? Invest of course. And avoid any form of debt at all costs. What does that mean? If I need a car, I'll save for it, if I need furniture, I'll save for it, IF I NEED, I WILL SAVE.
I'm also working on the plans for a future business. Currently I have two partners. We will be a Christian Investment Corporation. Our primary goal will be to use existing capital (wealth we have saved and/or acquired) to invest and improve existing businesses or start new businesses.
I don't expect all of our ventures to succeed. However, because we will be using real capital and not credit, there will be no lingering debt if/when we fail at any particular venture. Our successful ventures will be used to help fund future ventures.
Why, after so many moons of living under the burden of debt due to the failure of my business am I so quickly seeking to go back into business? Because wealth isn't made over night. Because success comes from trial and error. The majority of wealthy people have failed many times.
I will not spend the rest of my existence on earth working to make someone else wealthy. No, I will spend the rest of my life building my legacy (with the help of my friends), teaching my children to do the same, and my grandchildren in turn. I'm off to a slow and rocky start, but I have faith.
So, here I go again.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
From the White House
I ran across this tonight. It left one question in my mind. Would a sitting President dare to give such a speech today?
http://www.humanevents.com/article.php?id=30031
http://www.humanevents.com/article.php?id=30031
Last night I joined the untold zombies of Facebook. A world where you can connect with friends and family without ever having to pick up a phone or knock on a door. You don't even have to send an e-mail. Just post a comment on their "wall".
I remember growing up visiting people. Going into peoples homes. Playing outside with friends. Having meals with my many families.
On a brighter note, for an ex nomad like me, who has more friends than he can keep track of, it is nice to be able to find the nostalgic faces of the past.
I remember growing up visiting people. Going into peoples homes. Playing outside with friends. Having meals with my many families.
On a brighter note, for an ex nomad like me, who has more friends than he can keep track of, it is nice to be able to find the nostalgic faces of the past.
Sunday, December 28, 2008
America - The land of the "FREE"!
Here are two articles about America the "FREE", courtesy of my good friend BS.
One of them should make you laugh. Both of them should scare you. They scare me.
http://www.mindfully.org/Farm/2003/Everything-Is-Illegal1esp03.htm
Thank Goodness I Live in a Free Country
Makes me wonder how "FREE" this country will be for my Children and Grandchildren.
One of them should make you laugh. Both of them should scare you. They scare me.
http://www.mindfully.org/Farm/2003/Everything-Is-Illegal1esp03.htm
Thank Goodness I Live in a Free Country
Makes me wonder how "FREE" this country will be for my Children and Grandchildren.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Dr. Don King
Skin Cancer is in my blood. My father has it, my sister has it. So naturally my wife is concerned for me. As she likes to remind me, my back is a minefield of brown marks commonly called moles.
So after much harassment by my wife and my sister, I relented and went to see a Dermatologist. So a nurse comes in, looks at my chest, than looks at my back. Immediately I'm bombarded with a slew of questions concerning the little brown buggers. "I can't see my back, so I don't know, but my wife is in the lobby and she can tell you all about them".
Soon I am joined by my wife (and Caleb whom is attached to Mommy). Both ladies begin inspecting me and talking about my back and the many marks.
Soon the Dr Don King is called in. To my chagrin his wasn't black and his hair didn't look like he stuck it in an electric socket (I was so hoping). He walks in, introduces himself. Asks a few question. He than proceeds to walk around to look at my back.............
"OH MY GOD!"
Now, I'm no expert, but when a Dr who specialized in skin care; who sees countless patients and backs and fronts; begins a discussion about your body with the phrase "OH MY GOD!" it can't be a good thing.
Immediately there is discussion of biopsy and mapping my back and which moles we should biopsy. After much discussion they decide on the two winners. Apparently they are only allowed to biopsy two a day.
Dr King then proceeds to stick a very small, sharp needle into one of my moles. If you know me, you know I don't like small, sharp needles. Then within mere seconds the mole is cut and cauterized.
Notwithstanding the Dr's unnerving comment it was a relatively short and mostly painless visit. I have to go back tomorrow so they can continue to poke, prod and cauterize my back.
So after much harassment by my wife and my sister, I relented and went to see a Dermatologist. So a nurse comes in, looks at my chest, than looks at my back. Immediately I'm bombarded with a slew of questions concerning the little brown buggers. "I can't see my back, so I don't know, but my wife is in the lobby and she can tell you all about them".
Soon I am joined by my wife (and Caleb whom is attached to Mommy). Both ladies begin inspecting me and talking about my back and the many marks.
Soon the Dr Don King is called in. To my chagrin his wasn't black and his hair didn't look like he stuck it in an electric socket (I was so hoping). He walks in, introduces himself. Asks a few question. He than proceeds to walk around to look at my back.............
"OH MY GOD!"
Now, I'm no expert, but when a Dr who specialized in skin care; who sees countless patients and backs and fronts; begins a discussion about your body with the phrase "OH MY GOD!" it can't be a good thing.
Immediately there is discussion of biopsy and mapping my back and which moles we should biopsy. After much discussion they decide on the two winners. Apparently they are only allowed to biopsy two a day.
Dr King then proceeds to stick a very small, sharp needle into one of my moles. If you know me, you know I don't like small, sharp needles. Then within mere seconds the mole is cut and cauterized.
Notwithstanding the Dr's unnerving comment it was a relatively short and mostly painless visit. I have to go back tomorrow so they can continue to poke, prod and cauterize my back.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
110 VOLTS
How do you knock a 19 month old boy on his ass? Why 110 Volts of electricity of course. My wife found this out the hard way when Caleb stuck a hair pin in an electrical outlet today.
Darrien saw the whole thing. Caleb was sitting on the carpet, picked up my wife's hair pin and jammed it right in the socket. The resulting power surge knocked him on his back dimmed all the lights in the house and according to my wife, caused that glorious crackling sound.
About this time my phone rings. It's my wife calling to fill me in all the details and ask what to do. There are no burn marks and he seems ok, so I tell her to call the Pediatrician. The Pediatrician is astounded that we even asked and says go to the Emergency Room.
Normally I avoid hospitals like the plague. The human body has the miraculous ability to heal itself and most of the time I like it that way. But when you unnaturally run large quantities of electrons through the human body, it tends to do internal damage that isn't visible through normal observation. So I conceded and we took Taz to the ER.
He was scared and wouldn't let me put him down. He went into voluntary convulsion when they inflated a sleeve around his leg to take his BP. Similar results when they put the cold stethoscope on his chest.
Net Result
Kid is fine. No permanent or serious damage.
Only cost me $150 to verify that.
Of course we get home and what does Caleb do? Heads right back to the light socket and tries to remove the child safety cover. That kids gonna give me gray hair.
Darrien saw the whole thing. Caleb was sitting on the carpet, picked up my wife's hair pin and jammed it right in the socket. The resulting power surge knocked him on his back dimmed all the lights in the house and according to my wife, caused that glorious crackling sound.
About this time my phone rings. It's my wife calling to fill me in all the details and ask what to do. There are no burn marks and he seems ok, so I tell her to call the Pediatrician. The Pediatrician is astounded that we even asked and says go to the Emergency Room.
Normally I avoid hospitals like the plague. The human body has the miraculous ability to heal itself and most of the time I like it that way. But when you unnaturally run large quantities of electrons through the human body, it tends to do internal damage that isn't visible through normal observation. So I conceded and we took Taz to the ER.
He was scared and wouldn't let me put him down. He went into voluntary convulsion when they inflated a sleeve around his leg to take his BP. Similar results when they put the cold stethoscope on his chest.
Net Result
Kid is fine. No permanent or serious damage.
Only cost me $150 to verify that.
Of course we get home and what does Caleb do? Heads right back to the light socket and tries to remove the child safety cover. That kids gonna give me gray hair.
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
The Official Word
Breaking News today. Are you listening? This is just startling news. Are you sitting? You're not gonna believe this. Maybe you should take a drink before I go on........
OK... here I go
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We are now..............
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OFFICIALLY IN A RECESSION!!!!
Can you believe it? Not only are we in a recession, but apparently we have been in this recession for the last year. I'm just in shock.
Because the plunging Real Estate market, the plunging Stock Market, and the rising unemployment hadn't already tipped me off. Record Foreclosures, Record Gold prices, and the fuel price roller coaster that is now plunging all failed to catch my attention.
Apparently we've all been living in a plastic bubble and we needed the US Govt to enlighten us that WE ARE IN A RECESSION. How much do you think the study to show us we are in a Recession cost us?
On a brighter note, as my good friend BS stated, "1.5 years to acknowledge what we already know was really speedy for a Govt Bureaucracy".
So to all of you whose bubble I just burst, tighten up those purse strings and hang on tight cuz the Dem's are taking over soon and then they will solve our financial crisis and we all can return to our debt filled bliss and our shiny bubbles of oblivion.
OK... here I go
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We are now..............
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OFFICIALLY IN A RECESSION!!!!
Can you believe it? Not only are we in a recession, but apparently we have been in this recession for the last year. I'm just in shock.
Because the plunging Real Estate market, the plunging Stock Market, and the rising unemployment hadn't already tipped me off. Record Foreclosures, Record Gold prices, and the fuel price roller coaster that is now plunging all failed to catch my attention.
Apparently we've all been living in a plastic bubble and we needed the US Govt to enlighten us that WE ARE IN A RECESSION. How much do you think the study to show us we are in a Recession cost us?
On a brighter note, as my good friend BS stated, "1.5 years to acknowledge what we already know was really speedy for a Govt Bureaucracy".
So to all of you whose bubble I just burst, tighten up those purse strings and hang on tight cuz the Dem's are taking over soon and then they will solve our financial crisis and we all can return to our debt filled bliss and our shiny bubbles of oblivion.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
MOM, CAN WE GET..........?
Every Parent has taken their kids shopping to hear those dreaded words over and over and over again. Can we get; can I have;
The only thing you want to get them is a muzzle.
My wife and I went to Sam's Club yesterday and of course the "Can we get's ?" began. After what seemed like a million NO's I heard the unexpected
"Mom, can we get Naked?" (and I'm sure anyone within screaming range also heard)
My wife and I both looked at each other in surprise and embarrassment. From my wife's face I could tell she was asking the same thing I was thinking "Did he just say that"? As we both looked around to see if anyone was paying attention, to our delight they all ignored us or at least acted as if they hadn't heard.
It turns out he was asking for "Naked Juice" (it's a brand apparently). We quickly denied his loud request and went on our way.
Just another glorious day in the life of a parent
The only thing you want to get them is a muzzle.
My wife and I went to Sam's Club yesterday and of course the "Can we get's ?" began. After what seemed like a million NO's I heard the unexpected
"Mom, can we get Naked?" (and I'm sure anyone within screaming range also heard)
My wife and I both looked at each other in surprise and embarrassment. From my wife's face I could tell she was asking the same thing I was thinking "Did he just say that"? As we both looked around to see if anyone was paying attention, to our delight they all ignored us or at least acted as if they hadn't heard.
It turns out he was asking for "Naked Juice" (it's a brand apparently). We quickly denied his loud request and went on our way.
Just another glorious day in the life of a parent
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