Anti-Politics Rant 1

Coming up on another election, and those running for office seem particularly stupid this time. Everybody hates mud-slinging ads, and yet, that's all we ever get: "A is going to raise taxes!" / "I'm not going to raise taxes! B's going to! Plus, he gave himself 87 raises in the last two years!" / "A voted himself a raise that doubles his salary! And he was seen drunk!" / "Enough of this mud-slinging; let's discuss the issues. B's going to end social security benefits!"

It's impossible to tell the grain from the chaff, and all anybody can do in such a dearth of information is vote along party lines. That's fine for the followers who feel they must belong to a party, but what about those of us who actually try to determine who they think would be the better choice?

What we need is somebody who could study the records and put out a factual, unbiased report on what the politicians HAVE done in the past. Did C vote to privatize social security? Did D sell his vote on this bill for a big pork-barrel addition that doesn't benefit anybody? That would at least give the voter some information on which to base his decision.

But who would do it? The average person can't spend the required time to do that much research; they have a job and family. My initial thought was that it was a job for the news media, but they seem to have abdicated that responsibility. The only thing they seem to be interested in doing is asking such questions as, "How does this faux pas affect this candidate's ability to win the election?

So, it seems impossible for the average voter to get any real information on the candidates, and yet, they are expected to choose one, even though all the candidates act like idiots. I'm beginning to think only idiots run for office. Do I really want idiots representing me?

What choice do I have?

Oct Road Trip Part 2

Okay, so there I was in Colorado, where I had a cozy chat with friends from long ago. Eventually, I had to start home.

I never did find a place in that small town to get a decent breakfast. The hotel offered donuts, but I have to watch my blood sugar, so that wasn't a good option. All the restaurants I saw were either fast food without a breakfast menu or associated with a bar and not open until 11 AM. I pulled out of town at 7:30 AM with a couple ounces of cheese to serve as my breakfast. Not a great start to the day.

It started raining while I was on that 2-lane Colorado highway. I carefully considered the landscape every time I came across a sign that declared this section of road was in a 'flash flood zone'. I suppose the locals know what they're talking about, but … all I saw were low ridges all around, sloping down to a valley some 5 or 6 feet below the asphalt roadway. No dry creek bed or eroded section to indicate past floods. Happily, it wasn't raining hard enough for me to see where a flash flood would come from.

It was still raining when I got to Nebraska, and suddenly I had plenty of company on the road. You know, it's disconcerting to find yourself zipping along at 75-80 amidst a herd of 18-wheelers, all jostling each other as they jockey for a position closer to the front of a VERY long line of traffic. Add rain heavy enough to put your wipers on high speed, and the experience becomes worrisome. So my trip east through Nebraska was not as happy as my trip west had been, except that each exit I went past put me that much closer to home.

Oct Road Trip

Took a trip this past weekend to see some old high school friends. I drove practically the entire length of Nebraska, and 150 miles into Colorado. And then, of course, after my visit, I had to drive back.

Like a lot of people, I kind of thought all those states between the Mississippi and the Rockies to be the same flavor – flat in spots, rolling in spots, with farm fields and livestock fields and an occasional tree in between the small towns. The thing about driving alone is that you have time to observe the countryside and think about things. This trip made me realize that Nebraska and Colorado are very different.

In Nebraska, there are a LOT of small towns. As I zapped down the interstate, every 9-15 miles, there was an exit that lead to some village, town or (Nebraska-sized) city. In between those exits, there were farm fields, neatly bordered by fences, though one has to wonder how a fence is going to keep a plant crop confined. Rivers and creeks were fairly frequent and bordered by large numbers of tree families. I didn't realize until I got to well into Colorado that Nebraska gave me a 'happy' impression.

In Colorado, the exits from the interstate were further apart, and in a lot of cases, those exits seemed to lead to a dirt or once-upon-a-time-paved road with no clue what direction one should go in order to find the town the exit supposedly served. The fields were still fenced, but untilled, for this was cattle country. However, the cattle seemed to be hiding behind the nearest ridge, or at the other end of the ranch, or someplace out of sight. When I got off the interstate for the last 70 miles, I went through 2 wide spots before arriving at my destination. One had a post office/general store as its only visible business, and the other had no visible businesses. Tumbleweeds really do complete the feeling of lonely desolation.

Hmmm, too many observations for one blog. Guess I'll have to do a Part 2, some day.

I Can't Complain

Actually, I can complain, I frequently do. I try not to do it so much that people can't stand my company. But the last couple days have given me Things To Think About.

I received a call the other day asking could I please provide transportation to an older woman who needed to get to her Physical Therapy, and then the store, and then home again. She no longer drives. She no longer has a husband to drive for her. She has very little sight left, and needed someone to read the prices for her on the store shelves. It took a chunk out of my day, but I did it. Some day I might be in that position myself.

This morning, I received an impromptu visit from a friend, and we started comparing notes on our health problems. She's younger than me, but her health problems, in some ways, are worse than mine. I wish I could learn now what she had to learn long ago – to get my body into shape and then exercise to keep it there. Exercising helps keep the aches and pains away. It's not that I haven't tried to exercise, but I guess I'm too easily frustrated by lack of progress.

There are days when I don't want to climb out of bed any more. I ache, I have pains, blah, blah, blah. I'm going to be telling myself to knock it off. I'm not young anymore, and I've mis-used my body for a long time. But I'm still in better shape than many other people. I still have some years left in me. If I work at it and I have a modicum of luck, they can be good years. If I'm going to complain about how awful things are, then why would I WANT to have several more years?

It's not that I CAN'T complain. It's that I choose not to.