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June 2, 2008

 

A Boring Person:

I hate being interrupted by a bore. This time it was too much. I was in the John doing my duty when the doorbell rang. I considered ignoring it, but then I started thinking it could be important. I pulled myself together as best I could and went to the door. My visitor turned out to be one of those insufferable

Seventh Day Adventists. I was so upset that I did something mean and clever. I told the fellow I was busy with a project, but he could come in and talk to me while I took care of it. This fool followed me into the John, but he got very jittery when I dropped my drawers and he beat a hasty retreat to the door. I doubt that I will ever see him again.

 

Accidentally Mean:

You never know the effect you will have on others. It is important to be careful of what comes out of your mouth, I rarely do mean thing deliberately, but I have done several mean things accidentally. These were simply cases of thoughtlessness on my part. Two examples come readily to mind. One is the case where my friend came to work wearing green slacks and a yellow shirt. Without thinking, I told him he looked like a Keebler Elf. He never said a thing, but I noticed he never wore that particular outfit again. In another case, a woman friend came to work wearing a tailored jacket with shoulder pads. Thoughtlessly, I asked her if she was going out for linebacker. That had the same result. She never wore that outfit again. I will carry the memory of those careless insults to my grave.

 

Seasons:

In Michigan, we have many seasons. Our year begins with the damn cold season, which is followed by the cold miserable wet season. That is overlapped in turn by the orange barrel season, which contains many other seasons. First is the mosquito and too wet to plant season followed by the pesky fly and drought season. This runs into the too hot to move season, which ends with the too cold for summer season. The orange barrel season ends with the beginning of the early snow season and our year ends with the snowdrift and plough season.

 

Cruel and Usual:

The Do-Gooders are forever babbling about and condemning cruel and unusual punishments. Okay to a point, but I think we ought to have a cruel and usual punishment for certain crimes. In this policy, there would be a one-strike law. This law would give life imprisonment for the first conviction of rape, child molesting, and murder. We could call that a cruel and usual policy. We do not want to execute people for any crime. First, that would make us too much like them. Second, we must allow for the possibility of a wrongful conviction. We cannot undo death, but we could at least mitigate the damage of a wrongful incarceration.

 

I would also have a cruel and usual punishment for betrayal of trust. This would apply to law officers, corporate executive, politicians, stockbrokers, and others who have a position of public trust and use it to commit crimes. In this case, the one-strike law would apply, but the penalty would be incarceration less than life, but a very long time. I would opt for fifteen years. Most of these people are used to doing risk analysis. They figure the odds of success against the cost of failure. We want to give them a situation where the analysis would ensure they would refrain.

 

Murder Pays:

Our Department of State has renewed their contract with Blackwater for five more years at 1.2 billion dollars. This was after Blackwater guards murdered Iraqi civilians in a bloodbath not unlike the Saint Valentine’s Day massacre. There was no discrimination. Men, women and children were treated the same. I don’t think we should be hiring international criminals to do our dirty work. I think the president and vice president should do their executions personally.

 

My Kind of Place:

How do you define a restaurant that has four-star cuisine, three-star service, and all the ambiance of a rowdy tavern? I call it my kind of place. My son found this place and told us they had good steaks. I think he was right, but I don’t know yet. He did not tell us they had a full beef and seafood menu. When I saw lobster tails on the menu, I had to order them. I have not had good Lobster tails since the last time I was in Washington, DC many years ago. I had pretty much given up hope. Mrs. Gaffer had prime rib. We were both very pleased. This place has the unlikely name of Lucky’s and it is a most unlikely place, Davison, Michigan, a suburb of Flint. Go figure!

 

Speaking of Restaurants:

Our local ABC station has what they called an online Flint Restaurant guide. I checked it out one time because I like to find new places to dine. I was stunned when I checked it out. What it a contained was nothing more than the advertisements for the restaurants that advertise on that TV station, some of which are not very good. There were no other restaurants listed. None of the other area restaurants were shown. I found that to be incredibly dishonest even for that station.

 

Food:

It started with truffles. I was scanning TV looking for another show and I saw a woman preparing food with truffles. I was interested because I did not know what a truffle was, though I had heard the word a few times. I found out, not by watching her, but by going online to find truffles. A truffle is really a fungus, not unlike a mushroom except it grows underground. The collectors use pigs and dogs to locate them by smell. I wanted to try one but the best price I found was about $150.00 for 1 ounce of truffle. At that price, I will never find out what a truffle tastes like. Attempts to cultivate this fungus have not been successful for a commercial operation. There is an opportunity for some young smart entrepreneur.

 

Another thing I noticed on the cooking show was an incredible waste of food. This woman was wasting food in a grand manner just to get what she wanted, a gourmet snack. That got me thinking about how much food is wasted by Americans and Europeans. We throw out an incredible amount of usable food every day. Even a reasonably frugal pair like Mrs. Gaffer and me throw out enough food to feed a third world kid. Of course, it is not thrown away if it goes to our dog. However, that led me to the though that my dog eats better than most third world children. That is worth thinking about. There is something wrong somewhere.

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