#SoldOut Raising Funds and Awareness

I recall many years ago standing on the terraces at Hampden Park, Glasgow with 145,000 other rabid fans, waiting for the teams to come out of the tunnel to begin the annual Scotland v England ‘Home International’ football,(soccer), game. There would always be 140,000 Scots and about 5,000 English fans in attendance. As a Scot, born and bred, I was brought up, just like the majority of others who were standing around me, to ‘hate’ the English with a vengeance. It was just part of our parochial culture at that time, and probably still is today, although I have not lived in Scotland for 40 years and with the demise of Scottish football and an awareness that political correctness is now the order of the day, perhaps the ferocity of that hatred has mellowed. The two teams, now standing in the center of the field, would face the main stand, where all the dignitaries were seated, and the British national anthem would begin, God Save the Queen. This was before the Scots were allowed to sing their own anthem, a change in protocol that occurred some years later. The band, yes, a real brass or bagpipe band, would strike up the first chord and immediately there would be a wall of noise emanating from the Scottish support just booing as loud as possible at the UK anthem. It completely drowned out the band and any semblance they had in mind of being heard as a unit. We hated that anthem, supposedly, and we all gave it little or indeed no respect. Within seconds, our vocal distaste of everything that the British Monarchy stood for was demonstrated by this blasphemous howling and booing which seemed to last an eternity, but which in fact lasted only about 120 seconds, the length of the British national anthem being quite short. Once over, the game began and the fact that 140,000 Scottish football fanatics had remonstrated vocally against our forced inclusion under the monarchy we all loved, or at least some of us loved, was soon forgotten as the football took over and blood and guts was then spilled on the field of play rather than on the streets of Glasgow. It should also be noted that while the anthem was sung by the players on the field from the England team, all the Scottish team just stood in silence, some smiling, some not, but to a tee, not one of the Scottish team would sing along. It was an unwritten rule, followed religiously. Silent protests against supposed oppression, acceptable and respected throughout the world. No harm done, no one to cry foul. Until now!

When Colin Kaepernick knelt down for the Star Spangled Banner whilst playing for the San Francisco 49rs some two years ago, the whole world, at least the world that surrounded American Football and Donald Trump, went berserk, and for what reason? Well as far as I can tell, the National Anthem was never played at any sporting event before the end of the second world war. And even after that, there were sports events in the USA where the anthem remained just a figment of everyone’s imagination, laying silent as battle commenced on the field of play. So why, all of a sudden, after Kaepernick and some of his fellow Pro’s decided to protest, quite justifiably in silence to make what has turned out to be a very relevant point on an issue that has haunted this country for generations, has the President of the United States and the owners of some of the football teams where protests have been continual and well publicized, lost the plot by telling players they will be fired if they continue to ‘abuse their privilege’? There is not one reason on earth why anyone should be forced to alter their beliefs, especially those who feel threatened or abused and more especially inside a country that not only preaches pure democracy and a right to free speech to the whole planet, but a country that encourages its populous to be vocal in the form of protest when under threat of unjustifiable racism. Racism is rife in America. You can smell it in the streets, it’s a pollution that has become silent in its poisoning of its population. Racism cannot be tolerated, hatred of anyone, any race, any creed and any color has to be kicked out, but, unfortunately, and in the opinion of this author, it’s just being swept under an already filthy carpet, where, when the dust is uncovered, it becomes a mountain of trash that is becoming ever worse and unstoppable, fueled by a President and government that just turns a blind eye and looks the other way whilst telling us all, quite disingenuously that there is absolutely nothing wrong! Well, not much!

My guitar teacher Tony, remember him from the first article I wrote last week, inspired me to make the lapel pins you see in the image above. The players protesting and following in the footsteps of Kaepernick, have a right to do so. It’s not disrespectful, it’s poignant, it’s their human right, it’s peaceful and most importantly, it’s something they believe in. However, it seems if these protests carry on players will be fired or, and I say this with the utmost respect, the President will have to intervene personally, something not one of us would like to see happen.

With all of this in mind, I have this idea, not only to raise the awareness to a very great cause, but to raise money for charities associated with racism and the profound effect that racism still holds on our society. The #SOLDOUT will soon display the pins pictured above for sale, to make people aware that there is genuine suffering out there, whether it be in the murdering of Jews in Pittsburgh, or the simplicity of daily senseless traffic stops on innocent African Americans, it matters not. We have a right to protest, so by wearing this pin, our protests shall be seen, and by the money we raise, out protests shall be heard.

Keep reading this blog for more updates and check out our Instagram #soldout to get your pin.

If there are any athletes, well known or otherwise and or charities, who would like to be considered as spokes people for this idea, please get in touch. Colin Kaepernick, if you read this please know that I have tried in many different ways to contact you because I believe you should lead this movement, but to date, no response.

Thank you everyone.

Too Many To Count

IMG_0352Yesterday was warm, around 68 degrees here in San Jose, not a bad day to be out in shorts and a tee-shirt? Well the days might be warm, but the evenings are certainly winter cool, not cold, just cool. Ideal conditions of you have a home to go to, turning on the heat as you walk in through the front door after a long day at work, ready, willing and able to put the stove on, or perhaps just the microwave, so that you might enjoy your favorite meal in the comfort of your favorite arm-chair in the company of your favorite lover or with your favorite pet by your side.

For those who are homeless however, last night was yet another slog to get in line at the Home First Boccardo center in San Jose to guarantee a bed and a hot meal. And it’s to that very same center that I once again set off around 4 PM to help Chef Diane serve more than 300 starving souls, who, unlike you or I, have absolutely nothing in their lives except the misery and depression that being homeless brings.

The line for beds was out the front door and into the street, and as I parked my car I could see that this was going to be a night unlike any other that I had seen before when volunteering at Boccardo. I’ve been going there for years now, through thick and thin, cold and warm, but never have I seen a line like the one I saw last night. Was it because ‘the jungle’ off CA 87 had been closed? Always a resting place in the past for refugees of this continual homeless crisis we can never seem to fix, now closed due to pressure from council members who wanted them out. Was it because there was spaghetti cooking inside the kitchen run by Miss Diane and word had spread that tonight dinner would be delicious? Or perhaps it was just that we cannot control a situation that is out of control and the sad facts are it won’t get any better soon.

Having gone into the kitchen to assist, Diane informed me that she was short of volunteers and that during the winter months most of those who come to help serve and prepare seem to just vanish. With gloves and apron in place, desert carved and plated, peas and salad and warm bread all ready to be dished out, the spaghetti would not be short of company tonight.

Then the chaos began. One after another, an endless line of deprivation strolled expectantly into the dining hall. Some were pleasant, others ungrateful, the usual mix which I’ve seen many times before. Some wanted no meat, some no tomatoes and some only chocolate for desert. Whatever their poison, Miss Diane controlled the line with her usual dignified authoritarian energy, pushing those who dithered towards a table that bore empty seats, and those who were perhaps more decisive and bold when asking for extra food, towards the exit. She’s a real trooper and still, to this day, I have no idea how she and the rest of her staff cope with this never-ending, depressing situation day in and day out.

When you get home from work tonight, think about that line. It will be there for sure, just like it is every night, 300 souls with their hands out looking for assistance and receiving it courtesy of those who donate their lives to the betterment of others. Give up some of your time if you can and come and help Diane and the rest of this very dedicated team. They will make you welcome and you will make their day.

 

There But For The Grace Of God

I met a lady tonight. No ordinary lady, a lady who less that one year ago was married, lived in a nice apartment, had a job and not too much to worry about. Then, by God’s grace, her husband’s diabetes killed him, she lost everything while trying to pay their medical bills and now she is living in the homeless shelter in which I volunteer. She smiled as we talked, her two middle top teeth missing, her skin unwashed and uncared for, her eyes filled with some sadness and some joy. Her new friend, a portly African-American gentleman named Brian, now the love of her life, although just exactly how they can demonstrate that love seemed impossible to me, only because they slept in a communal bedroom with 100 plus others who have suffered the same fate. No matter what, Joan was happy to be cooking, talking and relating part of her life story to me as I listened intently, cracked a few jokes and tried hard to make her feel wanted. Joan is a perfect example of why our society is completely screwed up. She is also an example of hope. Hope for change and hope that sometime in the future someone somewhere will see and do the right thing to erase this horrible wrong that is homelessness in America. The greatest country on the planet, supposedly, with the greatest problem. 2 and a half million Joan’s walking the streets each day, and yet we have all this wealth and technology which we cannot seem to utilize to eliminate a very simple problem and impose a very simple basic right. Getting a roof over these people’s heads and making sure they are fed. How difficult can that be?

EHC LifeBuilders can be found on Facebook. Volunteering is easy, doing something more constructive is what’s required. Donate or help. It WILL be appreciated, I promise you. https://www.facebook.com/EHCLifeBuilders

 

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Is Hawaii Being Targeted?

IMG_5561I arrived here, all excited, ready to relax, hoping for three or four days of pure bliss. Maui, ready and waiting, though very cloudy. ‘No worries’, I was reassured time and time again, ‘it will soon clear out and sunshine will once again be the order of the day.’ But first things first, a massive line for the rental car avoided by some true Scottish guile and some amazing chutzpah, a two-hour saving at least, and parked safely inside my 8 passenger mini van, it was onwards to Wal-Mart, and places beyond, ready, so ready for a nice wee break by the ocean.

Wal-Mart on a Sunday in Kahului around noon time. Picture this. A line to get a parking spot, a line for the bank situated inside the main entrance, a line for the McDonald’s, situated right next to the line for the bank and an even larger line to check out, situated right next to…… Well you get the idea, right? Up and down the aisles, hundreds of locals were clearing out shelves of anything they could get their hands on, faster than those same shelves could be restocked! It was incredible. “This is obviously the place to shop” I thought to myself, as I placed a 6 pack of water into my cart, turned a corner and bumped straight into 4 very large Hawaiian ladies coming in the opposite direction. Their conversation was riveting, well, not really, but it seemed that way as I slid one way then the other in order to avoid a full on collision. Me against them? No contest. I would have been flattened. Eventually, cart complete and ready to go, I slipped gingerly into a shortish line, only to have my line Karma fulfilled once again. First it was Hertz, now Wal-Mart, as that lovely lady appeared out of nowhere, ushering me into her brand new empty line where she was about to begin her 6 hour shift. I didn’t have the heart to ask her if she was part of the employee law suit against her bosses, her fake smile was the only indication I required to show she was ready and willing to go home before her day had even commenced.

Back in my mini van and pedal to the metal, an enthralling 40 MPH was achieved as I hurtled relentlessly towards the Marriott Maui Beach Club in Lahaina, fully stocked, fully stoked and about to be made fully aware of just how Hawaii is being secretly targeted by our government and by all our national TV stations.

Hawaii, often referred to as “Paradise” by those who live there and most who visit, is anything but. The population is growing, and not just in numbers, it seems that every time I come here I see human being larger than life and much larger that their height/weigh ratio suggests. This, along with the overweight and definitely aging visitors who flock from all around the globe, meets for an interesting people watching experience and now, with the advent of our ‘tattoo nation’, there are even more reasons just to sit and ogle the freak show that has become ‘Paradise Lost” That being said, the sunsets are still magnificent, the views incredible and the topography and geology, just out of the world, literally.

Having settled in to my hotel room after a two-hour wait for the room to be become ready, (my line Karma deserting me in favor of yet another Marriott hotel screw up), the three-hour time difference, the heat and the fact that San Fran were playing live in the Sunday night football game, made for a great excuse to shower, chill out and watch a few minutes of sport before retiring to bed for the night. San Francisco were way ahead in the game, in fact it seemed to be a completely one-sided match, so I switched the channel from NBC to ABC, to see if there was anything better to watch. What hit me first, and not as suddenly as it should have, was that every single commercial at every break in the show that was playing was advertising some kind of drug. It really didn’t hit home until I began to count the Ad’s and make notes of what was being sold to me on this small screen. It went something like this.

Zantac for ant acid or acid reflux

Androgel for low testosterone

Lyrica for diabetic nerve pain

Abilify for adult depression

Cymbalta, again for depression.

And this was only the first commercial break. The second followed a similar pattern, and every break thereafter. It seemed there was nothing else being advertised on ABC, other than the occasional diaper or local surf and dive shop. I changed the channel and went back to the ‘blow out’ football game on NBC. Waiting patiently for the next commercial break, which if you watch all these shitty American sports, you’ll know they happen at least twice in every 90 seconds of every game, if not more. That’s the issue with American sports. They are built around advertising and not the other way round. Let’s make a play and have a TV break! I took out my pen and paper and began to make notes as the commercials ran their course. Yet again,

Chantix to help quit smoking

Requip to treat muscle spasms related to Parkinson’s

Cialis for ED

All the above were followed by the usual disclaimers. “Don’t take these meds if you get a sore throat, itchy balls, runny eyes, have a heart attack, smell funny, can’t sleep, get an overly large erection, etc etc. You know the one’s I’m talking about. All rattled off in the time it takes to swallow one of their incredibly ‘bad for you’ pills.

And they kept on rolling. It was amazing, I couldn’t believe that this was actually happening. What on earth was going on here? Hawaii was being targeted by every major drug company in the USA. Not just targeted, but brain washed. Any Hawaiian watching these commercials, and believe me, most people do watch intently, would have to think that they were in need of a complete drug makeover and that a visit to their GP would be the order of the day come Monday morning. There was a pill and a cream for everything, and I mean EVERYTHING, other than how to get rid of the crappy adverts for the pills they were insisting you take. It was sad in a way that everyone tuning into these TV stations was being bombarded with nothing but drug related product, all advertised under the guise of ‘scientific life improvement’, only in San Fran, where I live, the variation of products advertised is completely different and even though drug related Ad’s are prevalent, they are in no way as common as they were on this particular night in Hawaii.

Do the Hawaiian’s need more drugs than any other state? Well I think that was a question that needed to be asked. Hawaii is often referred to as an ideal spot to live life in peace and in happiness. It didn’t come across that way to me as each Ad rolled off the screen screaming, ‘take me’ and pleading for participants in a new game called ‘let’s all be druggies’. Baffling, truly baffling. And when it was all over and the 49’rs had won the football game, my mind flipped back to that Wal-Mart and the rush to ‘clear’ the shelves of everything that seemed edible. Perhaps the locals had a ploy to eat, drink and then be drugged or perhaps it was just a silent reminder that although pretty, relaxing and certainly a joy to visit for a short period of time, Hawaii is just like any other state in the union, filled with gullible fat people whose health is dependent on drugs that do more harm than good and a diet in overdrive which has created a TV/video game laziness and an ignorance for the good old-fashioned idea of getting outside and enjoying the islands for what they give out naturally, fresh air and a desire to live life!

Falling Apart

downloadMy friend Esther is 95, in fact she will be 96 this coming week, and if you looked at her you wouldn’t think her capable of anything other than good conversation. This pre-judgment however would be a gross misunderstanding of exactly who she is and where she has come from. Taking a quick look at a very frail but cognitive lady, with silver-grey hair, wrinkled skin and a very slow deliberate walk, would perhaps give one the impression that Esther is not too long for this world. Making a hasty decision from the way she peers relentlessly over the top of her spectacles, might just leave you with the impression that Esther can’t see past her own nose. All of the above would give cause for just brushing her aside as just another old foggie, just one more pensioner who has outlived their use on this planet, just an old withered lady, looking to pass time until time passes her. But, upon closer inspection there lies an incredible human being who has led the most unbelievable life and who, without doubt, is one of the most interesting and athletic people I have ever had the pleasure of getting to know. You see Esther is no ordinary 95-year-old. Esther is special, she is an anomaly, she defies nature and she is the only person, even at this incredible age, who I know that can put both her legs behind her head in the yoga position called Dwi Pada Sirsasana !

Esther was born in Los Angeles, has lived in Seattle, San Francisco and Santa Rosa, and right up to the age of 90, was in her element when traveling the globe with her son and daughter to places like Africa, for safari, South America, to see the Galapagos Islands, and even to Palm Springs, where, up until last year, she could be found on a retreat for the over 80’s, practicing wellness and yoga and also attending lectures on how to create an inner karma which she says has kept her going to this ripe old age with nothing more than the occasional cold. Esther’s life has been charmed, her ability to share her life with her friends and family, charming, and her thirst for knowledge and willingness to be true to her beliefs, ignoring modern medicine and sticking mainly to eastern or asian methods to cure her minuscule ailments, tantamount to her success in attaining 95 years on the planet. But if you ask Esther what her biggest regret is or what the most important thing her 95 years have taught her? Her immediate response is, “No one ever told me how difficult it would be to live in a 95-year-old body with a 25-year-old mind” This is something she has struggled with for more than the last decade, and even with her ability to enjoy relatively great health, she tells me constantly when we go for our monthly lunches, that living in a body which is incapable of doing what the mind wants it to do, is nothing but degrading and disturbing. She would even go so far as to say humiliating. Coming from Esther, that’s pretty harsh, but it got me to thinking how I would cope when and if I am lucky enough to attain the ripe old age of 90, which by the way, I don’t see as being old. To me 110 plus is what I want to aim for, and intend to achieve.

At the age of 54, my mind is as sharp if not sharper that it’s ever been, and my body, well my body seems to be working in the fashion for which it was designed, with nothing other than an odd ache and pain. The aches and pains are complimentary to the physical abuse I give each limb in my daily work out routine, but in general, I feel like a teen, or perhaps 20 something, running around unashamed of the 54 years that I actually bare. My thoughts go back to my early years when my peers were continuously telling me ‘wait until you get to 50’ or ‘you’ll not be doing that when your my age’ To be honest, it scared the crap out of me that one day I might be like them, but now that I am them, I am nothing like I remember them being and I am certainly not telling anyone that they should be wary of turning 50 or older due to the ailments that might haunt them at that age and into later life. No, I am positive that my body is just a younger version of Esther’s and that 110 is definitely possible. Falling apart has not happened to me, well not yet anyway, and even through thick and thin, with injuries, ailments and disease, I have recovered, often at break neck speed, and come back even stronger than I was before being afflicted.

30 was mentally horrible, 40 was nothing and 50 was just a breeze. I am convinced that the more you look after yourself, the easier it becomes to approach and accept old age, and although no one can predict accidental death or terminal illness, living is what we are here for, so why not try to live as long as possible? I have never smoked, drunk alcohol or done drugs. I rarely take pills for illness, and Esther tells me exactly the same thing about her life. No chemicals, and no ambition to die early. I want what she has, she says ‘don’t wish for what you want because what you want might not be what you expect.’ There is no doubt in my mind that she is one of a kind, I intend to make it two of a kind and therefore common place.

I have little time for those who are my age who complain about minor aches and pains. I have even less time for those who sit around moping or those who have become inactive. To be like my friend Esther takes courage, guts and discipline. Do you have what it takes? Do you want to make it to 90? Some say yes, others I know really don’t care. I for one have a goal, hopeful a goal that will make sense and be enjoyable, and although Esther has been very clear with her willingness to be truthful and honest I still believe that her experience will not be mine and that when I do eventually make it to 110, I will be as active then as I am right now.

Happy birthday Esther!

I am taking a short break. No more blogging for about a week. See you after that!

Sign Me Up

photoThe sign says it all. Down on his luck and looking for not just money, but some rich woman to help him through his crises. Very creative indeed and it got me wondering what the best signs you’d ever seen were? I recall one morning in San Francisco the guy next to me on the train into town was writing his and as he did, he was asking passengers around him to chip in with some ideas. The responses were hilarious and often quite rude, but the best of which put me on the floor with laughter. One traveler turned round to the guy and offered up in his best broken English, “Tell them you will take their verbal abuse for a dollar donation!” “Who’s verbal abuse?” someone else shouted out. “Does it matter” replied the man, “as long as he gets his dollar!”

Yes, I have seen them all, from “Not going to lie, I need a beer!” to “Give me 25 cents so I can feed my dog” “Obama’s not the only one who needs change!” Every day there seems to be new creative ways for these unfortunate down and out’s to muster up creativity and support that will get them enough cash to see them through each miserable hour they suffer on cold unfriendly streets. Every one of them is desperate and ready to give up everything for a warm bath and a hot meal. Or are they?

It’s very hard to tell the genuine from the dishonest. Again, I have covered this in past blogs, but if we really do want to make a difference to someone’s life without taking from the bad to give to the good, how do we really know? How can you, the general public, determine what’s a good ‘donation’ and what’s a bad decision? The answer lies with experience and with a certain amount of luck.

I have found that those who genuinely need money never make signs. They just stand with their head bowed, hands out and cup at the ready. Those who have gone to the trouble of making a sign are normally addicted to either booze, drugs or both. It just seems to work that way. I have no idea what the guy above is on. He was a random reflection of our society, in my opinion, and someone who really has nothing to gain except the occasional laugh or two from passers-by. It’s symptomatic of our society, you know, the one where everything has to happen now, not later, where instant gratification and channel surfing are the order of each day, where waste outnumbers want, where saying hello to a passer-by is as uncommon as meeting a child without ear buds or an iPhone, that a hand written sign makes those with little or indeed without feel comfortable that this is their cue for redemption and hope. Words used to mean something, though not so much now. Now, words are for those who enjoy the overuse of superlatives, for those who have to live their lives surrounded by adjectives, often persuasive, often misleading. We as a society are attracted to those who seem different, who try harder than others. Is this then why signs, advertisements, run our lives? From street signs to bill boards to the signs carried by those mentions above, are we just immune now to the spoken word?

My first thought when I saw this sign was to rush up and donate some advice and not money. In the end, like most of those around me, I just laughed. His invention was probably the folly of my short-sightedness. His ability to impress is definitely the reason he received cash along with much interest from mainly transient tourists who came by asking for a picture next to their new hero. Local people just accepted that this was another day on streets that are often as cruel as they are fulfilling. To gain attention is to gain compensation, or at least that’s the way it seems to be in our lives today. In the USA, more than any other place on earth, people idolize success, and successful people are sometimes Gods of misfortune for those who try to replicate their lives around the behavioral patterns that they often idolize, ending up just like the gentleman above and not like the hero they would prefer to emulate.

And therefore my advice, for what it’s worth, is as follows. If you need cash or love or just plain old attention, don’t make a sign, make an effort to sign up to a better way, a simpler way and the way where life began all those millennia ago. Open your mouth and talk! Plain old-fashioned speak! No pen required, just an ability to communicate the way nature meant it to be.

I’m signing off now, without any need to broadcast that fact!

Obama Get Lost

I’m incensed. I am so fed up with watching the news, all of which revolves around a president who is clueless. He’s inept, he’s badly advised and he’s really barking up the wrong tree with his Obama care that comes into force 12 months from now. As I’ve said before, I am no Republican and certainly not a Democrat, but for goodness sake, there has to be an alternative. Case in point, NBC nightly news, 20 minutes ago, here on the west coast. NBC is not exactly a ‘right’ wing station, in fact it’s more to the left of center, and certainly not anywhere near as inflammatory or controversial with its reports as Fox news. Tonight however they had a real dig at Obama, someone they supported for election and re election, and tonight they got it absolutely correct.

Here’s the deal. Every small business in the USA will have to guarantee health care for all employes who work 30 hours or more, supposedly starting this month but now put back a full year for some obscure reason. (Probably because Obama realizes he fucked up. More likely for some other political reason) Now I own a small business, and I employ one person who works more than 30 hours, so this new law affects me, as much as it does the guy who owns 25 Subway sandwich restaurants in Maine. He, the Subway owner in Maine, has decided, and he said it live on TV tonight, that he is going to cut all his employees hours to 29 per week in order to save the cost of him providing health care. Camera swings to an employee who’s been with this company 10 years, lives on his own and can barely meet his rent and grocery bill payments every week. The interview continues. They ask the Subway employee what he’s going to do, and how he feels about losing, not only his hours at the restaurant, but also his health care. The man is livid, but not with employer. There are over 50 of his colleagues in the same boat and the article then goes on to share with us that many other business’s across the country are going in the same direction. So, Obama, who reiterates regularly that he is FOR the people, supposedly is now ruining their lives with this stupid health care law that wasn’t going to work from the get go. This law is BS. His staffer and economic advisor then stated clearly that there are only a few companies who are going to ‘suffer’ like the Subway chain in Maine. Nonsense! Every business owner in the country is going to suffer!!!

This idiotic short-sighted government are disappearing so far up their own arseholes, it’s not funny to even pretend that they know what they’re doing anymore. They have lost touch with sanity and have crumpled like a pack of cards into insanity. Why would anyone with any business savvy see any sense in what Obama is doing and follow it to the letter of the law and lose money?? This law will stifle entrepreneurs for many decades to come, unless someone with common sense comes in and repeals it. We, small business owners, the middle class, the class who pay most of this countries taxes are fucked.  Obama should resign, all of congress should quit. Let someone with common sense run this country. Let me have a go, I’m sure my policies would please everyone from the rich to the poor. I have a simple philosophy, if you don’t work, then fuck off and find a job. If you can’t find a job, try harder. I have seen too many capable people looking for handouts and not jobs and too many who work too hard suffering the consequence with continual contributions toward those who can’t be bothered. Our system is failing. Our beliefs, erratic. Our government, OLD and Decrepit. Some of our cities are rife with unemployment, and I am sorry for those who have no chance of finding work under any circumstance, but with this law, there will be even more of us doing the same, going from day to day looking for some way to make a living, all because Obama can’t control a government spiraling rapidly towards communism.

The cost and necessity to provide health care should not affect a man’s ability to run his or her’s business. It should be provided free, where possible, and where not, then it should be provided at a reasonable cost, but not to the man who has taken his life savings and started a company to give other people employment. It should be provided by our GOVERNMENT! And by the way, I have no respect for all the health care companies and drug companies out there who are making billions of dollars with little thought for those who have nothing and without thinking twice about charging $5000 for an MRI that really costs $100 and for a drug that is $400 per pill but which costs $10 to produce. Don’t give me any grief about R and D costs to make this drug work in the first place. It’s nonsense and its profit gouging at it’s worst.

Obama, you are to blame, and as the gentleman at the economic institute who closed out tonight’s article clearly stated, the issue with employers cutting hours will get worse over the coming months, leaving those on the bread line in abject poverty within a year. Sadly, I believe him, unfortunately those who count, our government, don’t give a shit.

Goodnight!

PS. I have just been reliably informed that this law applies only to companies with over 50 employees. I didn’t know that and the article on NBC didn’t make it clear. However, think of those who run business’s like the Subway franchise in Maine. This man has put his life and soul into expanding his franchise and giving employment to more than 50 people only to be rewarded with a health care ‘tax’?? Seems very unfortunate and a tad unfair, don’t you think?

My thanks to Billy for updating me on the exact nuances relating to Obama care. Obama can still get lost because one way or another his law gives small business no incentive to expand beyond that magical 50 employee mark! No wonder this country is in trouble!