Let’s Get Ready To Rumble!

Tonight is the first presidential debate. I’ve heard as many as 100,000,000 viewers will be watching. That’s as big as the Superbowl.

I find it hilarious that both candidates had to negotiate terms for the debate. Hillybob demanded a stool or stepstool so she would be the same height as 6-foot 4-inch Donald Trump. If she becomes president will she have a dedicated stool staffer whenever she is in negotiations with foreign dignitaries?  Royalty of old did have someone dedicated to the chamber pot, so I guess a stool staffer wouldn’t be that far out of line.

There is a lot of discussion about which Donald Trump and which Hillary are going to be behind the podiums.

I have to say I like what Mr. Trump’s campaign manager, Kellyanne Conway said this morning. She was asked if The Donald was preparing for both Hillary personas that might show up to the debate. She answered, “No. There is only one Hillary. She may have two different stories, but there’s only one Hillary.

I Was Wrong

I’m admitting to you, I was wrong.

I wrote earlier that it cost you the taxpayer about $1,000,000 big ones every time President Obama takes a flight and stumps for Hillybob. You can read my original post HERE.

It was recently noted that the DNC paid what it says is customary reimbursement for use of Air Force One.  The amount that they paid?

$36,602.99

Looks like I was way off base. I made the erroneous assumption that they paid half of the cost. They reimbursed less than 4% of the total costNOT 50% as I had estimated.  My bad.  Interestingly they also used 2 hours of flight time in their reimbursement calculation.

Revising my numbers, it looks like it costs the US Taxpayer almost the full $2 million big tamales,

$1,963,397.01

You know the old saying when you assume something, “They make an ASS out of you and me”, which is just what they are doing.

So I hereby apologize to President Obama, The DNC, and Hillybob for making an incorrect assumption about how fair and transparent they are to the American taxpayer.

Someone Fund Me

A 25 year old woman is found busted up on a bike trail and she can’t remember the crash. You can read the story HERE.

It’s a story that caught national attention for some reason. I believe it’s because she’s a pretty blonde gal and there’s some fabricated “mystery” to the incident.  If it bleeds it leads in the “news” world these days.  The story injects that her injuries are “suspicious” and supposedly unnamed “doctors” said her injuries are inconsistent with a crash. It’s sad she crashed, but this story is nuts for a couple of reasons.

First off, her injuries look like the result of a simple get off. Kids back in my day busted out teeth, broke bones, got road rash, crashing bicycles and motorcycles. A couple of kids had their jaws wired shut after crashes.  No one had a broken neck as the “doctors” seem to say would necessarily accompany a crash.

But that’s not the nuttiest part.

Why is it these days that if something, anything, happens a “Go fund me” page pops up? What the heck?

Whatever happened to personal responsibility for your life?

I find it hard to comprehend why two young people who are making a living  want others to cover their expenses. Her hubby was at “Portland International Raceway” according to the story.  I looked up the schedule and the evening event was a cyclocross race.   Cyclocross racing is a recreational activity not a necessity for daily life.  To be fair perhaps he had a paying job working concessions or another track related job.  Portland has a $9.75 minimum wage.  If they both are working at minimum wage jobs, that’s a household income of almost $40,000 a year.

They are also the “healthy young people” that are getting some of the biggest breaks on their health insurance under Obamacare. By law they have health insurance, so what are the expenses that force them to resort to begging other people to pay for their misfortunes?

Again to be fair, perhaps there are some extraordinary circumstances that this young couple needs  help.  BUT…

I think our country is losing or has lost its GRIT. If it’s money, anyone can make more money. Work more hours, Work more years before retirement. Give up buying fast food or coffee. Eat less. Sell some of your stuff.  Wear clothes until they fall apart. Buy used clothing for that matter. Fix stuff when it breaks.  Make do or do without.  Figure it out people.

Maybe I’m just an old curmudgeon but my view of the world is that whatever happens I’ll figure out away to, quoting Clint Eastwood as Gunny Highway in ‘Heartbreak Ridge’,  “Adapt, Improvise, and Overcome”.