Not in my backyard

NOT IN MY BACKWARD.
Not long ago one of the candidates for the republican nomination for president suggested that it would be no problem to drill for oil in the Everglades. Now one of her Tea Parry & fellow Republican friends from Flordia has said not in our back yard. congressman West is one of the more maybe one of the most censerative members of Congress.

Now being a liberal democrat you may think I am picking on them. I am not. I realize that all the members of congress have an election coming up. They do not want to offend the voters. Rural members want to protect the payments to farmers. Many members who call for budget cuts but cry foul if you cut one bullet from the defense budget. Then you have the members who will not here of any changes in Medicare or Social Security. They will tell you how the world will come it an end.

I am willing to bet the majority of people do not believe any of them. They may play to the base. Concerned they will have primary opposition. Concerned they will be looking for a new job.

This is going someplace I had not intded.

So who fault is it? Is it the politician? Maybe it is the media. No!!!

I believe it is us. So few of us vote in the primary. Parties protect their members. Until the day comes that we take the few minutes it takes to vote we will have people who tell us "DO IT THIS WAY UNLESS IT HURTS MY FRIENDS THEN DO IT ANOTHER WAY"

A Passing Thought

Just a passing thought.
Yesterday, Tuesday, morning I was out chasing the full moon. "Crusing" sixth street on the near south side in the morning at 5:30 in the morning got me to think what these streets must shave been like twenty or thirty years ago. On Sunday I meet a lady who was part of the last 150 production workers from the Rockwell plant. At one time their were eight thousand that worked in the building. A great majority would have come to work by buss carrying a lunch bucket.

That is the point of this thought. I saw a man hurry to a bus stop carrying a plastic bag which I persume was carrying his lunch. In a non dscript plastic bag. I am old enough to have caught the end of seeing thousands of men going to work every morning in the giant industrial plants.

The lunch buckets, dented, scratched, filled with decals or custom painted. They were individualized. It was YOUR lunch box. Can you image calling the plastic bag your plastic bag. When you opened the lunch box you may have found a picture of his wife and family. If he was not married you might find a picture of his best girl or a cut out from the playboy magazine. Or you might have found a picture of the New GTO or Mustang he had his eye on. Not going to find that in your plastic bag today.

Think of all the conversations were started when one guy turned his lunch box around to show someone else a picture of his family. Now I guess it is the iPhone.

That is it the iPhone is the new lunch box.