Songs from the 70's

Here are some songs from the 1970's to make you smile.  These floated up from my subconscious the other night while I was in falling asleep

After the Fire

...no, no, no..... not the band that was popular in the '80's.  I'm talking about now.  After the Fire.  Where is everybody?  Well, most fire victims we know just decided that rebuilding was too much hassle and red tape.  They packed up and left - just as predicted.  Didn't I say way back when this happened that we could not get out of our own way to rebuild?  Damn.  I did. 

Didn't I read pleas from the community to stay?  The press was begging fire victims to hang around and blabbered on how much we cared?  Such bullshit.  Words are hallow when dealing with finding a place to live, and dealing with the realities of life are staring you in the face.  Where is the press now?  The press is just empty words.  The press is not offering low-cost housing. 

Insurance.  Codes.  Permits.  Haz Mat.   Finding a contractor who is not a complete flake.  Delays.  Utilities.  Good luck with all that....and you're wondering why everybody is leaving rather than rebuild? 

Oh, and don't forget the blood sucking maggot attorneys in the mix trying to suck you into some lawsuit.  They are *not* there to help you. 

Here's the kicker:  Fire has destroyed the Fountaingrove area twice in the last 50 years.  The dumb-ass politicians decide to allow them rebuild in an area that is prone to fire disaster.  I predict the people in Fountaingrove eventually rebuild.  Then they will bitch because they don't have an emergency escape route.  Whaaaaaaaaa.  They will want taxpayers to fund their escape route (but only for themselves - no public access).  I have a keg of dynamite that would help expedite the inevitable. 

Logic trail for Fountaingrove.....huge homes are built and rebuilt in a known fire hazard area.  Homes were never supposed to be built in this known fire hazard area.  They build anyway....and then rebuild.  Residents will then bitch that they don't have adequate escape routes in case of a fire.  DUH.  ...and the people who live in Fountaingrove are supposed to be superior "educated" and somehow better than all of us low-life plebes from Coffey Park? 

I have my keg of dynamite ready.  Anybody have a light?  

Water World, Noah's Ark, and Global Warming

You all remember Noah's Ark, don't you?  You know, the biblical episode where the world flooded but Noah, his family, and the infamous ark of animals escaped. 

You all remember the movie Water World?  You know, the 1995 futuristic flop that takes place in the year 2500 or so where the world was flooded due to global warming and there was wide-spread pandemonium.

You all remember the year 2018?  You know, where the human population was at a tipping point of either reducing their carbon footprint, reducing their reproduction, downsizing, or face dire consequences from Mother Nature? 

We all chose to go on with our lives business as usual in 2018 because it was too much effort to change our habits. 

No wonder Mother Nature drowns us all out every now and then. 

4CUE

I was driving around the other day and at a stoplight.  I busted out laughing at how clever the phone number was.  I've never been insulted so delightfully. 

The Protesters

It's official.  I've been screened and vetted by the Secret Service and saw the Reigning Cheeto in person.  I wasn't sure how I felt about the whole thing so we sat in the very back of the room - which intrigued the Secret Service even more.  Only dissenters sit in the back, right?  For the record, the guys in suits, sunglasses, and that thing in their ear are for real. 

I was good.  In fact, our whole group was good regardless if those in attendance loved him or loathed him.  He did give an entertaining speech and was engaging, but there was not any in depth substance.  It's apparent he loves attention and the camera.  Duh.  Shocker.

It's also apparent he's a businessman and not a politician.  It's all about jobs and the economy at any cost.  Well, the cost is the health of our planet and the environment.  Sure, we will enjoy the luxuries a growing economy brings, but what good will it be when we basically pollute ourselves and planet to death? 

After Trump finished his speech we were besieged by protesters as we left the building.   The police were there blocking and making a path for our exit, but it was unnerving.  They were screaming at us that we were all Nazi racists and rapists.  I don't even *know* any of them and they know nothing about my life, but there they were judging me.  Why were they judging me?   Because I was curious to see for myself in person what the rest of the world is curious about as well.  That's my only crime. They had loudspeakers amplifying, "Nazi's go home, Nazi's go home, Nazi's go home" as we filed out of the building. 

Some in the group engaged with the protesters, but I know better than to challenge or argue.  It's a no win situation that will not end well.   Screaming emotionally charged half-truths will never change anybody's political stance.  The protesters don't even know my political stance but ASSUMED I was a staunch right winger.  Heck, I don't even know my political stance let alone some random stranger mob on the street. 

Some idiots in my group could not resist engaging and arguing with the protesters.  One protester got in the face of a guy in our group and raged about the growing income disparity.  The guy in my group snorted back to the protester, "Yeah, I'm getting richer everyday and you would be too if you were at work right now instead of being a public nuisance."

That did not go over very well and the police were right on it. 

However, a point was made.

Sitting President

Quiet Rage has been on the east coast for the past few days.  What's weird is that I'm getting more local news in regard to the Santa Rosa kid who needs pot oil at school, bulls on the loose in Stockton, etc., than what's going on here back east.    When going out to dinner the menu is full of "homie" goodies like Racer Beer, Laganitas, Sonoma County wines, etc.  Our California politicians are fodder for jokes making us all look like extreme left wing nut jobs.

I guess our lives are seemingly more interesting out west. 

During our general meeting yesterday morning, it was announced that the current orange cheeto occupying the White House (I just can't call him by name) will be addressing our group in person.   Only those who have preregistered will be allowed entrance.  This means I've been screened by the secret service.   No wonder my phone connections have been weird. LOL.  Let's see if I get stopped at the door. 

I've never been in the same room with a sitting president, nor any president for that matter, no matter what I may or not feel about cheetos.  I'm wondering if he's right about "fake news" and if he's really as obnoxious in person as the press portrays. 

I'm about to find out.  Stay tuned.