“They” entice us with a house, a mortgage and a 12-gauge shotgun and ask us to thrive? What do “they” expect in an #ownershipsociety today?
Cold and Chilly Law School
Jumping into a chilly spring Fallen Leaf Lake run-off from a height.
“They” entice us with a house, a mortgage and a 12-gauge shotgun and ask us to thrive? What do “they” expect in an #ownershipsociety today?
Obama Owns Wall Street. “Our #StateoftheUnion IS STRONG.” #43 “And will ALWAYS BE strong!” #44.
You see, flowers well kept on Valentine’s Day will serve the dead three days later.
Depends on the prism of observation and its statistical ‘splanations.
Joe, the way you tell it, walking to the post office to meet someone while I send my earnings to the bankruptcy attorney is work. Well, okay [“Alright”–the long haired cool dude in the am/pm television commercial].
“I blame Ricky Gervais, Mel Gibson and NBCUniversal.”
Copied text from the Office of the Vice President, Joe Biden follows:
Seven years ago, I remember sitting behind President Obama when he delivered his first-ever address before a joint session of Congress.
Our economy was in crisis — on the cusp of depression.
Tonight, I’ll be sitting behind him as he delivers his final one, knowing that our economy is back.
It’s the last time we’ll do this, but we’re not even close to done working. You should make sure you’re watching this speech tonight, and this is the best place to do it.
Seven years later, I couldn’t be more optimistic about America. On virtually every measure, we are better positioned to lead the world in the 21st century.
More made-in-the-USA products are in more markets around the world than ever before. Our businesses have been adding hundreds of thousands of jobs each month — for a record 70 consecutive months. Last year, American automakers sold more cars and trucks than ever before. And millions of Americans know the peace and mind and security of affordable health care.
It’s not because of Barack Obama and Joe Biden.
It is, quite simply, because of you. Your hard work. Your grit.
And here’s what I want you to know ahead of tonight’s address: We’re not slowing down.
That’s because, when it comes to making sure every single American has access to real opportunity, our work is never done.
We’ve got to continue to build the most skilled and best-educated workforce in the world.
We’ve got to build the most modern infrastructure in the world — because if America’s manufacturers are going to compete on a global scale, they’ve got to be able to get their products to market quickly and efficiently.
We’ve got to apply our innovation, that uniquely American creativity and ingenuity, to other challenges — like ending cancer as we know it.
We can do that and so much more. And we’re not going to wait for anybody when it comes to taking whatever steps we can to help the middle class and keep our economic resurgence going.
And folks, we have got to keep appealing to our bigger interests and hopes — not our narrow ones and fears, as we’ve seen too frequently in our politics.
We’ve got to stop getting in our own way when it comes to political parties talking past each other. It’s the single biggest impediment to our continued progress.
It makes our conduct of foreign policy more difficult. It makes forging consensus and compromise virtually impossible. And it makes it exponentially harder to restore the basic middle-class bargain.
We used to get along with one another. Sure, we’d fight like hell — but we had more than a modicum of respect for another. I believe that, at our core, the vast majority of Americans share that same belief.
We have to get back to that. And I believe we can.
I’m more optimistic about the prospects of America than when I was as a 29-year-old kid first elected to the United States Senate. And I’ve never been more proud to stand up there with our president and with all of you.
Seven years later, we’re just as fired up and ready to go.
We will finish what we started together.
We will own the finish line.
Make sure you’re watching tonight.
Joe
The Terrorists Came Early
Fiction is part of the reality “they” don’t want exposed yet.
In my case, the terrorists came early. They always do hit lucrative targets first and being a lawyer, I was targeted–first by them, then the State Bar and finally because I was active in more than one state, the Federal Bureau of Investigation.
He told me not to leave the state. “He” being the State Bar Investigator assigned to my case. The corpse from Lviv that pointed the pistol at my jugular years before was now lying six feet under in Hollywood Forever Cemetery. That guy lied a great deal and a humongous glossy black marble headstone with his family name engraved across the top would not change that, but it did help me find him. He was buried next to his father with space for his mother on the other side. She apparently had not yet died or been shipped from the Ukraine. “Young man does well, makes his parents proud,” I thought he must have thought to himself–his body now restlessly couched beside one of them waiting for the other to make him feel comfortable and proud again.
The office wasn’t much, but it was Beverly Hills and nicer than the other mills I worked at in Koreatown. At first I wondered if it was a mill. It looked fairly common. I asked the right questions of Sam, the proprietor from Lviv, but he used me for the money he needed to pay his women and to buy apartments houses to keep them. Although I wanted desperately to believe his responses, I gradually found them to be fabrications to induce my alliance. He’d lied to me that first day. When it came to extricate myself, that’s when he said it, “A deal’s a deal John.” I should have mentioned breach of contract. When I forced the issue by breaking into his office through the ceiling overnight, the bead on my left internal jugular with his .38 seemed pre-set. I had brought the Italian in the next morning to show him my solo mischief. That’s when Sam arrived, asked what was happening and quickly pulled out his revolver and pointed it straight at me, almost crying at the betrayal. The Italian attorney who introduced us spied Sam and stepped between us, he vouched for me. He was able to talk Sam out of it. Sam knew his place. At least the Italian didn’t treat me like a throw-away over a disagreement. I think this will be the last time I use a surrogate father.
“Why are you writing this?”
“The doctor said I have about eight more years to live and my wife nags me so I don’t have much to lose.”
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copyright John Rubens January 12, 2016
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