Now usually, I dig them; they are all about cutting through BS and getting to the nuts and bolts of a story, and more importantly, react to the news of the day with a little whimsy, a bit of reality, and most definately, pure bonafide guts. Today, however, I found myself shaking my head wondering what just happened.
Beginning with their lead remarks on city pensions, sensing I took a serious wrong turn on the dial when they began to support obscene pensions for the typical librarian. Somehow that morphed into the story on the local firehouse fighting, not fire but, bed bugs -- to the tune of $25,000 -- upending their beds and any chance of a good night sleep for days and weeks to come (but really, I have no problem with the care of our firemen...this part I liked); but then, in a flash, as this DSC BS realized they were well off the main drag, they meandered back on topic, and resumed their road rage with adding, hey, it's not the people's fault the city agreed to the unforeseen, unimaginable, unaffordable pensions they could no longer keep up; there are no "do-overs" -- they (the city, along with tax payers presumably) need to pay up and shut up; for a deal is a deal is a deal -- a handshake is a handshake. (and this, on the tail of the salaries/pension brouhaha in the City of Bell, CA, blindsiding a nation).
Coupled with the idea that Social Security is somehow guaranteed by way of our Constitution, this sort of thing just sends me reeling.
It is Star Parker's column today that helps us pave the way to a better understanding, at least in part, highlighting some of the facts for us; in 1935, there were 16 people for every retiree, now only three; while the average age for retirement nearly matched the expected lifetime, at around 66; today, thanks to quality medical care and prescription drugs, the average male lives to be about 75, after retiring anytime after 62, so you do the math.
The thing is, just as we re-calibrated for the times back in the 30's, out of the goodness of our heart, thinking it was the best thing we did since sliced bread and automatic transmission, we must heed to the greater common manual to fix this; whether it be union pensions, to social security, to medicare, to health care for all, to unemployment, to bailouts of any kind...this track we are on is unsustainable (just a fact that no one argues...)
I find it infuriating that there is not one democrat running for re-election tooting their own horn to the barrage of entitlements and stimulus they signed into law in the last two years, while in the process escalating the deficit spending and monstracity of debt piled up and leaving us for dead; and truth be told, they have been in charge since 2006, being the ultimate pace car for anyone who would follow. While if I hear, "you can keep your doctor" one more time from this president, I will surely blow a gasket; as we go round and round with every good intention, the likelihood of that being able to happen -- after new regulations, obstacles and strangleholds are fully implemented -- is like a nil-ion to one; as the unintended consequences of the accident waiting to happen sits at the side of the road just up ahead -- in that we will no longer have a doctor to keep.
And don't even get me started on this era of 'new adventures for old GM'; government motors has never looked so sleazy...
Our woes have come about because we are so off course its not even funny.
While its deejays out there -- who's sole purpose is to make the journey just a wee bit more enjoyable --who should really have no business polluting the airwaves with talk that simply goes around haphazardly missing the point, while in the process, doing nothing to feed the engine that makes it all happen in the first place.
But make no mistake, the free speech they feel rightfully entitled to -- and they should -- comes by way of a long and winding road; a hard, rocky, tumultuous, purple mountain of a dirt road, led by the very pioneers of the industrial world and the American phenomenon. Ultimately, they became responsible for the making of the well-oiled machine we revel in today -- a brand, spanking new world -- unmatched in beauty, character, workmanship, horse power, engineering, ingenuity -- and all by design.
The times, they are a'changin (again).
In order to stay up with the times and honor what drives America to greatness, day in and day out, always comes down -- or rather, rises up -- to what we are made of...the ample strength of character and exceptional values back behind the name.
In order for the world to buy American again, we must show the unwavering faith in who we are and what we are made of first; for America to compete, we must return to the basics -- for the making of one, damn good machine is what its all about; the kind of machine that every single one of us is just dying to get behind the wheel and drive.
There is no messing around with the distractions of spin off's and off shoots from the original design -- in a manner of speaking, even the hybrids must align with the original constitution and the magnificence of true engineering; for goodness gracious, we are the company and we know what works (and if only we listened to the sage adivce of -- if it ain't broke, don't fix it.)
We are birthed from one philosophy, one line of thinking, one corporate culture; implementing the only design proven to work time and time again, in keeping with our inherent ability and individual work ethic to carry us into the next generation, and the next; we make it right or we don't do it at all.
We are no sissy car, chick car, or pinto; we are cadillac -- we are maverick -- we are v-8 and destined by fate -- made entirely of the best materials money can buy, combining fuel economy, good old American oil, green energy, and a higher consciousness -- while sold by red blooded Americans to Americans, in every town from sea to shining sea, and of course, globally, and upon the American stock exchange to boot -- and all for profit (not greed, profit).
The truth is, the making of an icon does not come easy or cheap; but the American model, with its fastest, highest performing, all inclusive benefit package available on the market today, yesterday, and the tomorrow to come, is the real deal. When made according to plan, with a track record that speaks for itself, it's sustainability factor goes off the charts (as featured in every consumer guide ever made, every year since 1776); but the clincher, when made right and built tough, if something should ever happen...you should realize that its never the car's fault; any issues that arise are the direct result of who is behind the wheel...which includes, but are not limited to:
- the sloppy drunks
- the distracted driver, eating and gossiping
- the too flashy for your own good
- the not in my budget, but want it anyway
- the 'oops I did it again'
- the 'what, it needs oil? water?' crowd
- the 'wash me' on the back window people
- the speed racers
- the let's tweak with the design a touch
- the let's just cover the ding with paint
- the 'its just a pebble,' what harm can it do
- the reckless, thoughtless, road rage'rs
- the Sunday drivers, unaware and clueless
- and finally, the convoy of followers just sucking up another's exhaust
Make it a Good Day, G
oh I know, I'm just another american made blowhard too; but look at the metal around me, this baby's built to last...and there is just something so intoxicating about being able to pass it on to my girl someday.