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HEY!! How the hell did I get to be 103 years old?
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I’m annoyed at the most recent “law-enforcement” campaign. I wear my seatbelt all the time; I think it’s a good idea, but do I really think it’s a legitimate enforceable law, or even worth enforcing. It’s certainly not worthy in my opinion of the amount of money being poured into with a national campaign.
There are hundreds of other activities, actually hazardous to other drivers, that aren’t the subject of laws or national campaigns. What about talking on cell phones. Many states or cities are trying to pass anti-cell-phone laws. Somebody talking on a cell phone is more likely to cause an accident than somebody not wearing a seatbelt. Somebody paying too much attention to the radio or DVD player in the back seat is more dangerous. Where are the laws restricting those things.
I understand seatbelts are important; seatbelts save lives, but does this justify spending tax dollars to pull over drivers to give them tickets for not wearing seat belts. Or even more ludicrous than that, pulling over a car because an adult passenger isn’t wearing a seatbelt. How is this in any way shape or form the business of government? It’s not dangerous to other people. It doesn’t cause a hazard on the road. But there “they” are trying to enforce it.
Maryland has spent millions (let me emphasize that) , millions of dollars on night-vision equipment for the sole purpose of catching people not wearing their seatbelts. I would like to know their justification. Can they justify it? Wouldn’t that money and equipment be better used for enforcing DWI laws or something more worthy?
I’m sick of the idiot laws. Not laws that are idiotic, but laws that are made for the idiots. If someone isn’t going to wear his seatbelt and gets in an accident, he’s more likely to get killed. If he’s going to get killed because he’s an idiot, isn’t that his problem? Do my tax dollars really need to be used to prevent him from being an idiot?
Let’s talk about something even more dangerous: picking your nose while driving. There’s nothing more distracting when one of those hard little rockets comes out with a long slimy tail. It could cause a major rush-hour pile-up. So people: pick it, lick it, and flick it, or ticket.
I have an Alice Cooper song running through my head tonight.
Another year finished.
I have nothing else to say. I have a lot running through my head, but nothing that I really want to say. I'll just have to sit back and wait for Alice to finish singing in my brain.
There are those that say (idiots I might add) teacher's don't deserve higher salaries because we only work nine months out of the year. First of all, those people don't pay close attention, because I know very few school districts that take a full three months off. Two is more like it. And they'll say, "Teacher's only work seven hours a day." To which my wife would reply "Bull [Shit] !" (The "Shit" is mine; she'd never say that. I'm the member of the family that carries on the proud tradition of my mother's family's favorite cuss word.) For the most part, I know very few teachers who work less than nine hours a day. Many work well beyond any "contract hours." I'm sure I've complained about this before. So, I'll stop now.
I'll be spending my time in some quiet padded cell, or in a mini van with two screaming kids (maybe three, depending on what kind of mood my wife is in) driving from the Southwest to the Northwest. I need my summers to refocus, find my sanity, do something different. Not sure about finding the sanity part. But I need something different. Maybe that book will finally get written.
Right. . . and small winged mamals of the tailed primate varieties, not unlike those inhabiting the traumatic repressed fantasies of the Midwestern female alter ego of Mr. Baun might fly out of my butt.
I'm avoiding doing any writing at the moment by writing this blog. Not that blogging isn't writing. It's just not alway WRITING. To missquote a (sometime) repressed Southern author as imitated by a much-needed-to-be-repressed comedian, "That's not writing; that's just blogging."