not enough time

I had several things I wanted to rant about today, but since I have to leave for work in about 30 minutes I lack the time. I had thought about lauding the virtues of "torch music". How it is a genre that highlights true vocal skill by utilizing control and at times absolutley soaring, all the while anunciating the words. Well, enough said. Don't believe me? Listen to 'Busy being Blue' by k.d. lang from her Shadowland album.

Ahhhhh, forget it. I know exactly what I want to talk about. I hope I don't sound like TAP.

I wish to discuss PI's. Not private investigators, but the perennially indignant. Much talk is going on about reforming health care. It needs to be done. I think everyone can agree the system is broken. This is not going to be a discussion of what is going on in Congress right now, rather a deeper issue. An issue that has been generations in the making and one that is not going away until something drastic happens.

We have a permanent class of people in this country that will be forever dependent in the State (meaning federal, state, and local governments) for support. Their parents were, they are, their children are, and they're gonna be granparents themselves by 40. These people. It transcends race so let's not go there.

Anyway, the way I see 'assistance' working is not unique. Organizations like the United Way do it. In addition to evaluating your 'needs' they also look at what you are spending money on. Cable TV has to go. Cigarettes, beer? Stop! Any luxuries at all? Get rid of them. NOW......we will help you with what you need. Every month, we will reevaluate your situation. Churches do something similar except of course they want you to come to church also.

The point being is no two people need the same type or level of help. Some need very short-term assistance. Some need longer-term help. Others are lifelong.

So who are the PI's? We all know them. They exhibit obnoxious behavior and a perpetual sense of entitlement. I could spend hours recounting examples of PI behavior. Who are they? I'll make it simple. DO you remember sharing your orange with a kid at school only to find out that another kid shared his orange with them to? Well you and the other kid each have a half orange now and the PI has one. You know what? The PI is pissed because he didn't get the better halves!

Until we devise a system that destroys the ability of the PI's to exist, no health care (or welfare, or education, or criminal justice) reform will work.

Now, it's time to go to work.

Resolved

I still suffer from the same affliction that I alluded to in my last entry.......from November. I think of things to write but by the time I get home my energy has flagged or I want to play something. The result nothing happens.

Today hope springs eternal. The weather was warm enough that I was able to go close to Lookout Pass today. The snowline was a bit low to go all the the up. I hiked for about 4 miles. DIdn't pick p all that much elevation though. Maybe a couple hundred feet is all. About 3/4 off the road was a fence. A well maintained one at that. I'm not sure what if anything is being kept out or in. The occasional antelope and deer won't be barred (and no I didn't see either of them playing today). I see sheep herder trailers out there a fair amount but never any sheep. The place has been cow-bombed in spots though.

Anyway, I walked the fence line for a while. After about another mile or so I came across about a half dozen wild horses. This is in itself is not so remarkable. We have a large population of them in the West Deserts. Seeing them this far east was new though.

Afterwards I found my self singing an old Arlo Guthrie tune. A staple of 'patriotic' people and events everywhere. The only trouble is we were only taught three of the final verses as kids. As adults we choose to ignore facts. Most folks only know this one tune by Arlo Guthrie. If they knew more than this then the last two verses wouldn't come as a surprise.

As I was walking
I saw a sign there
And that sign said
No Trespassing
But on the other side
It didn't say nothing
Now that sign was made for you and me.


In the squares of the city
In the shadow of a steeple
Near the relief (this term needs updating I suppose) office
I see my people
And some are grumbling
And some are wondering
If this land's still made for you and me

I wonder myself at times. I lack confidence in the organism that is government. I have long maintained that government service should be something akin to jury duty. Let me tell you about my neighbor Mike. We all probably know a guy just like him. Mike has never done anything that most folks would consider extraordinary or possessing the qualities of greatness. All he and his wife have done is raised their family according to their own terms. Every one of his kids turned out good. He watches out for others, while still minding his own business. He works hard and tirelessly. And Mike is a really smart guy. So why isn't he in elected office? You'd have to ask him to be sure. I suspect that Mike is like me though in this regard. He has no stomach for double-talk, back room dealing, or cozying up to scum-bags to get elected. He would rather do his job well and focus on his job the whole time. No worries about raising money, appealing to demographics, or re-election. Just hard work.

Trust me on this one. He would make a good public official. He would do his six-year stint (one year to learn, four years of performance, one year to train a successor) and then happily go back to doing his thing. I think elections used to be just such a thing. In some smaller communities it might still be. How to bring it back? I dunno.