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Friday, November 11, 2011
Letter from the 1%
We are Wall Street. It's our job to make money. Whether it's a commodity, stock, bond, or some hypothetical piece of fake paper, it doesn't matter. We would trade baseball cards if it were profitable.
I didn't hear America complaining when the market was roaring to 14,000 and everyone's 401k doubled every 3 years. Just like gambling, it’s (sic) not a problem until you lose. I've never heard of anyone going to Gamblers Anonymous because they won too much in Vegas.
Well, now the market crapped out, & even though it has come back somewhat, the government and the average Joes are still looking for a scapegoat. God knows there has to be one for everything.
Well, here we are.
Go ahead and continue to take us down, but you're only going to hurt yourselves. What's going to happen when we can't find jobs on the Street anymore? Guess what: We're going to take yours.
We get up at 5am & work till 10pm or later. We're used to not getting up to pee when we have a position. We don't take an hour or more for a lunch break. We don't demand a union. We don't retire at 50 with a pension. We eat what we kill, and when the only thing left to eat is on your dinner plates, we'll eat that.
For years teachers and other unionized labor have had us fooled. We were too busy working to notice. Do you really think that we are incapable of teaching 3rd graders and doing landscaping? We're going to take your cushy jobs with tenure and 4 months off a year and whine just like you that we are so-o-o-o underpaid for building the youth of America. Say goodbye to your overtime and double time and a half. I'll be hitting grounders to the high school baseball team for $5k extra a summer, thank you very much.
So now that we're going to be making $85k a year without upside, Joe Mainstreet is going to have his revenge, right? Wrong! Guess what: we're going to stop buying the new 80k car, we aren't going to leave the 35 percent tip at our business dinners anymore. No more free rides on our backs. We're going to landscape our own back yards, wash our cars with a garden hose in our driveways. Our money was your money. You spent it. When our money dries up, so does yours.
The difference is, you lived off of it, we rejoiced in it. The Obama administration and the Democratic National Committee might get their way and knock us off the top of the pyramid, but it's really going to hurt like hell for them when our fat a**es land directly on the middle class of America and knock them to the bottom.
We aren't dinosaurs. We are smarter and more vicious than that, and we are going to survive. The question is, now that Obama & his administration are making Joe Mainstreet our food supply...will he?
And will they?
I didn't hear America complaining when the market was roaring to 14,000 and everyone's 401k doubled every 3 years. Just like gambling, it’s (sic) not a problem until you lose. I've never heard of anyone going to Gamblers Anonymous because they won too much in Vegas.
Well, now the market crapped out, & even though it has come back somewhat, the government and the average Joes are still looking for a scapegoat. God knows there has to be one for everything.
Well, here we are.
Go ahead and continue to take us down, but you're only going to hurt yourselves. What's going to happen when we can't find jobs on the Street anymore? Guess what: We're going to take yours.
We get up at 5am & work till 10pm or later. We're used to not getting up to pee when we have a position. We don't take an hour or more for a lunch break. We don't demand a union. We don't retire at 50 with a pension. We eat what we kill, and when the only thing left to eat is on your dinner plates, we'll eat that.
For years teachers and other unionized labor have had us fooled. We were too busy working to notice. Do you really think that we are incapable of teaching 3rd graders and doing landscaping? We're going to take your cushy jobs with tenure and 4 months off a year and whine just like you that we are so-o-o-o underpaid for building the youth of America. Say goodbye to your overtime and double time and a half. I'll be hitting grounders to the high school baseball team for $5k extra a summer, thank you very much.
So now that we're going to be making $85k a year without upside, Joe Mainstreet is going to have his revenge, right? Wrong! Guess what: we're going to stop buying the new 80k car, we aren't going to leave the 35 percent tip at our business dinners anymore. No more free rides on our backs. We're going to landscape our own back yards, wash our cars with a garden hose in our driveways. Our money was your money. You spent it. When our money dries up, so does yours.
The difference is, you lived off of it, we rejoiced in it. The Obama administration and the Democratic National Committee might get their way and knock us off the top of the pyramid, but it's really going to hurt like hell for them when our fat a**es land directly on the middle class of America and knock them to the bottom.
We aren't dinosaurs. We are smarter and more vicious than that, and we are going to survive. The question is, now that Obama & his administration are making Joe Mainstreet our food supply...will he?
And will they?
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Friday, November 4, 2011
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Teardrop Trailer!
Well, the Teardrop project is mostly complete. We had it out and on the road on Saturday when we took it up Buford road, that leads up to the flat tops. We found a nice little pull out to set the up the teardrop and took some pictures.
Ready to go! The trailer pulls like a dream, with the exception of it filling the back window, you wouldn't know it was there.
Here it is in travel mode from when we first arrived.
A view of the inside.
Galley hatch open, check out the reflection in the side...
Galley closed.
Galley open showing the two external counters.
Set up and ready to use.
I say mostly finished because there are some small projects I still want to work on. I'd like to build some drawers that will go where the small action packer sits, and I'd like to add a pull out shelf for the cooler. Someday soon, maybe. But the camper is ready to use as is, so hopefully next year we will get a lot of use out of it!
Saturday, August 6, 2011
2011 Pikes Peak Trip
2011 Pikes Peak Trip
We were invited to visit Scott and Vickie in Colorado Springs, and ride up the Pikes Peak Highway. We were both excited at the idea as Yvette had never been up there and I hadn't been up there in a long time. I had to work so Yvette did all the packing and getting ready. I rode the bike in, and Yvette was planning on meeting me at work so we could leave from there. We left Glenwood Springs right at 4:00 and headed east on I-70. The afternoon was warm and the sky was blue. We had a great ride until we got over Floyd Hill, and could see the black clouds and rain hanging over Denver. Yvette said it was as black as Mordor... We headed south to Colorado Springs, and I just knew we were going to hit rain before Castle Rock, but we didn't. The was however a huge black cloud due south of us. By the time we had gassed up and suited up, the cloud had moved east. We chased rain clouds all the way to Scott and Vickie's house, but never got rained on...
Packed and ready to go
Scott and Vickie
Warning, Big Foot Crossing
The Colorado version of "Abbey Road'...
Scott and Vickie on the Pikes Peak Highway
Short section of road construction
Higher
and higher
Its getting chilly, so we stopped to add layers
Our friends Skid or Susan would appreciate this view!
And higher still
The view of Colorado Springs from the top
14,100 ft
Heading down
We were hungry by the time we got back to Colorado Springs, so we headed to the Bird Dog BBQ.
Not much to look at, but Scott and Vickie recommended it highly.
It looks really good...and it tasted even better! I would say this rivaled the BBQ we had in Kentucky.
Happy, and hungry riders. We had a fantastic day and this was the perfect end to it. Afterwards we headed back to the Dedeker Casa and had ice cream on the patio.
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