Win 7 antivirus 2012 removal (EASY)

Win 7 anti-virus is one of those malware things that pretends to be your anti-virus package going off. Most of you, if infected, will immediately realize this, because you know the name of  your own anti-virus software package. If you don't, you should. But even knowing it, the thing has taken over your computer, and it's asking for credit card numbers to get rid of it.

It goes off within minutes of infection, popping up all kinds of warnings, many of which are in poor English ("you want remove this threat?"), which would be bad enough, but the worst thing is that it holds your computer hostage by blocking every application  you try to launch, telling  you that it's infected with something or other, and you can get your computer back by clicking here or here. Don't bother clicking on the buttons, they just take you to a worse place: a convenient input box for your credit card number. The windows that pop up are disguised to look like something from your control panel, but they are not. The X in the upper right corner does close some of the windows, but they pop right back in a minute or so.

You get this virus (which renames itself to match your operating system) by visiting a website infected with their bad javascript in the html, and then works by making a lot of bad entries to your registry. The code can be inserted without the webmaster's permission by a clever hacker if security isn't tight enough at the hosting company, or if the webmaster manages to inadvertently let the code get installed. Security isn't for sissies anymore. But it is often deliberately added to porn sites. Yeah, those nekkid girls aren't so pretty anymore, are they? Bunch of skanks, anyway.

So you go to your other, non-infected computer, and desperately try to find out how to get rid of this thing by Googling the name of the virus. (That's probably how you found this blog - welcome, by the way). You  find all kinds of solutions claimed, most of which tell you to buy this or that removal tool for $24.95. Some will give you a long list of registry entries to remove manually, and other files to look for and remove. You go through all that, you reboot your computer and .... it simply reinstalls itself. Crap! All that work for nothing!

Don't panic. And don't send anybody any money.

The solution is actually simple. Go back to a restore point before you got infected.

That's it. No searching for files, no downloading a $24.95 program, no running a deep scan for over an hour with a removal tool only to find it didn't work.

Restart your computer and tap repeatedly on the F8 key before Windows starts to load. Select the Repair option. Repair it by going to a prior restore point, one before the infection. Be patient, the process takes a while. When you reboot, your virus is gone.

Use the computer for an hour or so, normally,  just to make sure in your own heart of hearts, that it's really and truly gone. Tomorrow, after you are happy with the way it all works, make a  new restore point.

If you don't have any prior restore points? You're screwed. Just reinstall the OS and start replacing the data files from your backups.When you're done, tell the system to do restore points once a month or so. Go to Start, enter "restore point" in the search box, and follow the instructions from there.

You don't have your stuff backed up? Are you kidding me??

Then you have just learned a very valuable, but expensive, lesson. Make regular backups.

Now, to prevent getting such a virus, start using Firefox, and immediately use the add-on "No-Script" - it will block javascript from executing unless you approve the website specifically the first time you visit it. If you don't trust the website, and you can't see what's there without allowing javascript... then their content isn't really all that important, is it?

Don't visit porn sites. Those will usually have bad code. It's put in the site on purpose.That's why they set up the porn site - to infect your computer and maybe fool you into giving them a credit card number to buy phony malware removal tools. If you click on a link from a trusted site to an unknown one, even if it isn't porn, and you don't see what you expected, don't approve javascript for the untrusted site. In fact, it's best if you don't approve javascript for any site that you only visited because of curiosity. Curiosity killed the computer. If you can't stand it, wait a day or so and ask the person who sent you if they got a virus from it.

The really popular sites are usually OK. Facebook, Myspace, YouTube. But be careful about links to external sites. That's where they'll get you.

(Thanks go out to my best buddy Dave, who shares all kinds of cool computer knowledge with me, specifically how to play with restore points, and who has never been wrong about this sort of thing. Thanks, Dave).

Today I am thankful for...

The turkey is out in the garage in a roaster oven, quietly getting ready to be taken to the assisted living facility where GA's parents are expecting us to arrive, bringing Thanksgiving dinner with us.

So this would be a good time to think about what I am thankful for, while waiting for my turn to go in and wash the prep dishes in the kitchen.

These days, it has become fashionable to be "thankful" to each other, rather than God. The purpose of the holiday was clearly to set aside a day for gratitude to the Creator, but the secular segment of American society has succeeded in doing to Thanksgiving what they have done to Christmas, and they take advantage of the holiday to enjoy the fun parts but excise God from it - a most ungrateful attitude to have. But worship is, after all, supposed to be voluntary, or what use is it?

So the first thing I'm grateful for, in no particular order, is the fact that we are still free in America - not as free as the Founders intended, because so many are willing to empower government with duties they don't want to bother with personally. But still free enough to worship as we please, at least in private - we aren't really allowed to be too public about it, lest somebody see it and be made uncomfortable.  They can't really forbid it is the point - we still retain the right of worship and free speech, if we're willing to accept being ridiculed for it. Some places in the world will behead you over it, so a little ridicule can be accepted. Some imply that I'm not a "free thinker." I can deal with that, and I can be perfectly confident that I think freely, other opinions notwithstanding. And I am grateful that they, too, have the same free choice that I do.

I am also thankful for these things...

I was able to retire early, which means I can enjoy not having to go to work every day at an earlier age, when I am able to still enjoy things.

I have a wonderful wife, whom God gave to me at a time when I wondered if I would have no mate.

That same wonderful wife seems to be free of cancer, though we can't be absolutely sure. We have all the assurance we can expect to have in such circumstances, that it is indeed so. I am grateful that God moved us to Houston, against my preference, so that when the cancer was found she was working for the best cancer center in the entire world, and she also had an excellent health plan to pay for it.

I am grateful that my sister has found better health and is enjoying a new hobby, geocaching, which has provided fun and excitement in her own retirement years.

I am grateful that my mother is still around, and of sound mind and body, which is not surprising after a lifetime of walking happily with God.

I am grateful for my daughters, and for the grandchildren they have provided. 

I am grateful for the friends I have. They are fine friends, and numerous, and so enjoyable to be around. Dave and Sumi, Cody and Jena, Beau and Charlotte, Phil and Misti, Chaston and Kristina, Carl and Jane, Justin and Ashley, Maria and Maya, James and Marcus, Lois and family... the list goes on and on.

I am grateful that I can still see well enough to read and drive and go geocaching.

I am grateful for my cousins in Louisville, and my aunts and uncles and other family. I am grateful that I was able to go to the Dominican Republic to help start a fledgling drama ministry, and bring back some coffee.

I am grateful for all the traveling I have been able to do, in Europe, in Mexico, all over the USA.

I am also grateful for things that most of us only appreciate when they don't work: refrigerators, air conditioning, TV, the internet - yeah, we could live without them, but they make life so pleasant. Well, maybe not TV, except for movies. :)

I am grateful for my comfortable home.

And I am grateful for all the turkey sandwiches to come. Oh, yeah, baby!

Robbed Twice

I keep hearing these angry complaints about the corporations.

Mostly, they're accused of being greedy, which they are.

What bothers me most, though, is how most people see this as a failure of capitalism. What they are doing is not capitalism, it's fascism.

Yes, I said fascism. You probably see the word fascism and you think of nazis, kicking down doors and burning jews in a nearby oven. But fascism simply refers to a working relationship between government and business. In the 1930's, fascist governments ran the businesses. It was said of such governments that "they make the trains run on time." But it was also said, correctly, that there was a certain loss of freedom in such an arrangement, and that is the problem.

We need to stop thinking in terms of capitalism allowing the corporations to screw people simply because they don't pay high enough wages. We already have the government setting the minimum wage, and in any case, "unfair" wages aren't really the problem.

Here is the problem. Our government has encouraged all of us to invest our retirement money in IRA's, and similar tax-deferred arrangements. This benefits the corporations in an obvious way - they can more easily attract investment money, and more important, those investments are controlled indirectly, which means the investors who own minor portions of the companies have no real say in how the companies are run. They simply hand over their money and hope for the best.

This allows the CEOs of those companies to collect huge salaries with little or no pressure to actually earn those salaries. The boards who would normally keep that sort of thing in check have no incentive to do so, because most of the investors have no incentive to pay any attention to how the companies are run. For instance, my IRA is spread out over forty or fifty companies. It's a mutual fund. There is no real way for me to influence the policies of the companies I've invested in.

So here's what they do instead of paying me my dividends. They (the corporations) pour money into the campaign funds of politicians who I not only don't want to support, I actually want them out of office. Did you get that? They're taking my money and giving it to politicians I oppose. And it's worth noting that most of those corporations donate to both major parties. You might ask yourself why.

The politicians, in turn, give money back to the companies, in the form of contracts, subsidies, and sometimes out-and-out gifts, only they call them "bail outs" when they just give them the money.

Let's review: the government provides incentives I cannot ignore to invest my money in businesses. The businesses take my money and give it to the politicians I don't even like. Then the politicians use the power of government to take my money by taxation, and give it to the companies. It's a win-win for them, but I get robbed twice.

Now, to make it worse, socialists are camping out at Wall Street and other places where businesses make their homes, and they demand... even more power for government to transfer wealth. I assume that they expect wealth to transfer into their pockets, even though the direction of flow has always been in the other direction. (What was that about the definition of insanity?)

Now, the government has no Constitutional authority to take tax money and give it to private corporations. They just do it, because few of us really care about rule of law and limited government anymore. In fact, the news outlets constantly tell us that such ideas as limited government are "insane." Of course, the news outlets are all owned by... corporations.

The solution here is to make one minor change in election law: make it illegal for corporations to donate any money to a political campaign. Actually, it should be illegal for anybody to donate to a campaign for any candidate he can't actually vote for, and that would include corporations, who aren't really people in any practical sense, and cannot vote.

Yet what we have in our election laws is that citizens, meaning you and I, have a strict limit on how much we can donate to a campaign. We can't even put up a poster or distribute a flyer for our preferred candidate unless we first file paperwork with the FEC. Every time a new law comes out to "take the money out of politics" or "make it more fair," the effect of that law is to further limit the power of the individual and increase the power of the corporations. Millions of dollars go from corporations to the candidates who are in bed with them, but candidates who depend on real people for support can't get news coverage, can't get much money because of contribution limits, and are painted as unelectable because they... um... don't get much money.

With real capitalism, poorly run businesses should be allowed to fail, no matter how big they are. Politicians should never be allowed to give tax money to them for any reason. Corporations shouldn't be allowed to give money to politicians. That would be real election and finance reform, if we could only get it.

What goes around

Back in my youth, I worked for a steel fabrication company. We made things like heat transfer products, and acid storage tanks, and heat transferring acid storage tanks. It wasn't a career to recommend to the kids on Career Day at high school, but it paid the bills.

One of the people I knew there claimed to be a Sikh priest from India. I won't mention his name, because he was a total asshole. It was a firmly held part of his personal belief system that Jews were at the bottom of the ladder of humanity, and that Christians were one rung up. This sometimes made me a little jealous of the Jews, because it seemed to me that he should have held us Christians in greater contempt than the Jews, as contempt by Mr. Patel was, in my mind, confirmation that I was doing something right. Mr. Patel was management level, and had direct authority over scheduling.

My research on Sikh tells me that it requires a belief in the equality of all humans, and rejects the caste system. Or so a website tells me. So I think he was lying about his priesthood in the first place. Assholes do lie sometimes. But he had us convinced at the time.

His asshole-ness was happily balanced by a man named Madhav Cadambi, who was always a gentleman, always kind, and always welcome at the break table. Madhav served as a life's lesson that we shouldn't judge a people by one bad example. Madhav was in the blueprint and design part of the place.

My job at this steel plant was in Quality Control. Most of the time I wandered around the place with a measuring tape and randomly inspected parts along the manufacturing process to make sure they were within tolerance, and to stop the process if they weren't. These pieces didn't require inspection at each step of the way before moving on, because they were rarely out of tolerance. When the odd piece was too  long or too short or the gauge was wrong, it had to start over, but the practice worked well.

But there were some checks that were mandatory. For example, if a piece was supposed to be  made from 316 stainless steel rather than 304 stainless steel, it had to be checked for that quality at a certain point before moving along to the next step. My job was to do that. I had a little kit that I used, where I placed a special piece of paper with a chemical on the piece of metal, and then ran a small current of electricity through it. It would turn either blue or pink on the paper, depending on the presence or absence of molybdenum. If 304 SS, it would have to be rejected, because it would not withstand acid corrosion as long. The wrong grade of steel would result in shorter life for the tank or heat exchanger if acid had to go in it or through it. The grade was to be checked again and again, at various stages of manufacture.  If and when it passed, I signed a little piece of paper verifying the grade of steel.

One day I was summoned to do this "molly check," as we called it, and I whipped out my little molly kit, and ran the test. And it remained the wrong color, which meant that there was no molybdenum present. Which also meant it was 304 SS, not the required 316. Fail.

But for some reason, management, especially Mr. Patel, really wanted that piece to pass inspection. He wanted it so much that he had me come back and do the test again. It failed again. He had me do it yet again, this time with other management types present. We were all gathered around as I applied the chemicals again, put the current to it, and waited for it to change color.

We stood in the sun. "Wait, wait. I think it's changing." It wasn't changing, and in any case, it has to do it within a certain allotted time, but OK, let's stand around some more. It was beginning to dawn on me that these people wanted me to sign off on the piece whether it passed or not. But I also knew that if I did, they would come back to me if the container opened up and spilled acid on somebody passing by the tank where it was installed. I refused to sign it. The entire project had to be delayed, while they waited for a new sheet of the special gauged 316 SS to be ordered and delivered.

Very soon thereafter, management decided that we had too many people in Quality Control, and so I was transferred to the Shipping Department. Everybody knew why. I was to spend the rest of my time at this place building shipping crates and loading them onto trucks.

And it got worse. Scheduling, controlled by Mr. Patel, somehow managed to make all these products almost but not quite finished, so that they stacked up almost in the way... and then got them all completed on two consecutive days. This meant that the Shipping Department was busting its tail to get everything out for those two days, then pretty much hiding for the rest of the week. This was not a good business model for people who didn't want to provide an excuse for getting fired. All mere coincidence, of course.

So we got those crates built, and the products shipped, and the folks getting them finished unofficially looked out for us and warned us when anyone was approaching from the offices, so we could sit around on the three idle days but keep a few crates ready to build when needed. The system worked. And eventually, the 304 SS product that was supposed to be 316? It was completed and shipped "as is," meaning no new steel was ordered or used.  And we in shipping built the crates, as was our job. Out it went.

What was supposed to happen was that the customer would install the product, and use it for years, none the wiser. By the time the darn thing corroded badly enough to be noticed, the warranty would be expired. It wasn't right, but how were they to know? Hey, it's just business.

Shipping that piece was expensive, because it was a wide load and over weight, which meant that it had to have special permits, and move slowly down the highway, with an advance vehicle, and a tail vehicle, and signs that said WIDE LOAD, and sometimes there were police escorts to get it across narrow bridges. You get the picture. Delivery was made, and accepted.

But somebody made a mistake. Somebody in Quality Control, or somebody in Blueprints and Designs - it could have been almost anybody - but certainly not somebody in Shipping. Why, we didn't even have access to the paperwork. Somebody packed the original papers certifying that the piece was made of 304 SS. The papers I had signed, rejecting the product. 

Oh, the poop hit the fan that day. But it didn't hit me. I was just doing my job.

Is karma part of the Sikh belief system? I don't know these things. I suppose I could Google it.

(This is a work of fiction. No resemblance to any actual person, living or dead, is to be assumed. There, that ought to satisfy the lawyers...)

Vacation in the northern states

So we had a couple of airline trips coming on Southwest because of their Rapid Rewards program.

And we have this companion pass thing. And a reward weekend from the Avis people.

And we saw this opportunity to get four more states for our geocaching collection. Put it all together, and we found ourselves in Buffalo Wyoming, at the Occidental Hotel, built in 1880,

with one haunted room that you can't actually stay in because it's the library now.

 See the cool dinosaur skull? I think that may be the ghost.

We ate dinner in a private dining room - OK, maybe semi-private, but that's private - and I had a bison steak. Here's the view:

 It gets better. We stayed on a Thursday night, which happens to be when the musicians meet in the saloon to play blue grass music for a few hours:

See the cool old guy in the middle of the photo? He can play just about any instrument, and play it well. I could have bellied up to the bar except it was crowded, so I saved that for the next day:

Next we made a run to Montana, and got few caches in that state, then hopped over to North Dakota.

There we did some more caching, including some rarely traveled dirt roads. But those caches count, and we had North Dakota. But the real fun was in South Dakota. I really wanted to go there because in Rapid City, where I lived as a mere child a half century ago, there is this magical place called Dinosaur Park. I loved that place, and I wanted to see it again, and incidentally pick up a cache in the shadow of the largest dinosaur.

OK, maybe not in the shadow of it, but within a short stroll. My GPSer was leading me all over the place, since I hadn't bothered to calibrate it after changing batteries, so GA sat on a rock until I could stumble upon GZ (ground zero). While I kept stumbling around, trying not to fall off the cliff, she realized she was sitting within arm's reach of the cache, and logged the find. Brothers.
On the way out, I said goodbye to my favorite dinosaur, the duck bill, which was first found in South Dakota.

From there we went to another site I remembered as a child, the Bad Lands. Here, the erosion has carved fantastic shapes and exposed lots of dino fossils. And of course there are some Earth Caches.

No trip to South Dakota would be complete without a visit to Mt. Rushmore... especially on the weekend of the 4th of  July. We were there for a special ceremony, with an F-15 flying over the faces at 9:11 to thumb our noses at the pigs who brought the towers down.

 

Fathers Day

In 1945, near the end of World War II, the USA developed a new bomber with the capability to deliver heavy bombs directly to Japan. The Japanese were no longer so smug about their ability to enslave other nations, as bombs began to fall on weapons factories and near prison camps. The USA already had some top secret equipment, including RADAR, and including a bombsite device that provided stunning accuracy.

My dad, Jesse Payne, was on a bombing run from the Aleutian Islands of Alaska. He was the navigator. They arrived at their target, the bombardier did his job, but the bomb refused to drop. The bomb bay doors were stuck.

This meant that the crew of the B-29 could set down in Japan and become prisoners of war, or they could crash into the sea in an attempt to return home. There was no way they had enough fuel to return with those heavy bombs.

Fortunately for them, one of the crew was a country boy from Texas, my dear old dad. He stomped on the stuck bomb until he forced it through the doors. They made it back alive and healthy, and my dad lived to see his 80's and raise four children with my mom's help.

Dad is in heaven. Happy Father's Day, Dad!

Trump for President? Are you insane?

He's not really running, at least not yet. Of course, the candidacy rules are useless, because you can run for president all you want if you don't "declare" your candidacy. But I've started hearing people say that he could straighten out the country, and "run it like a business." People, please - they already "run it like a business" - and the people running it are making money hand over fist. The USA is not a business, it's a Constitutional Republic with democratically elected representation. Its purpose isn't to convert political power into profit, its purpose is to secure the rights of the individual citizen.

But based at least in part on Mr. Trump's persona on his television show, people believe he can turn the country around. Worse, they think he will. Those are two different assumptions, and they are both incorrect.

In the "boardroom" of his TV show, Mr. Trump is in complete control. He is, in the context of each task, an absolute dictator. Of course he looks capable. Everyone around him is kissing his ass, because he is the only one who can say "You're Fired." In the final segment of each show, he appears to be reasonable, listening to opinions and excuses with an open mind - but in truth, by the time the players walk into the set, he knows which team has won, and he knows whom he's going to fire. And it has little to do with who is responsible for losing the task that week.

We are given the strong impression that it's all about responsibility and performance, but it's not. It's about ratings, and who will best keep up the ratings. If he wants the task manager to be fired, that's the easy one. He simply states that the team lost, x is the task manager and therefore responsible. "You're fired!" But if he wants to keep the task manager, he simply manipulates the blaming until everyone is ganging up on the player he wants to fire. All the players are more than willing to point fingers when they can, because just as in real corporate life, you either blame or you get blamed. When the focus is on the correct victim, he lowers the boom, and we see the victim getting in that cab and going home. I hated to do that, but it was the right decision, he says to those still in the boardroom, and they nod in unanimity.

You don't think so? Consider last night. More than on any other task this season, perhaps any season, the task manager was clearly and indisputably at fault for losing. Star, a lawyer with the heart of a predator, a lawyer whose mentor is Johnnie Cochran, had complete control of her task and her team. It was her concept, it was executed by her command, and there was no mutiny. The team did as they were told. There was no way in the land of sanity that it could be blamed on anyone else. Bear in mind that the women's team did the task with five members, while the men were down to three. But when it was almost time to roll the credits, Trump stated that the men's team was very strong, and he wanted the women to have a chance. So he fired Latoya Jackson, and kept the woman who was clearly at fault. You need conflict to have good ratings, you see. And that conflict will continue.

So what he's good at is doing whatever the hell he wants to do while making us think he is being fair and listening to dissent and considering all viewpoints. He misdirects us. This is not the skill of a statesman, it is not the skill of a president who will do what is best for the country. This is the skill of a politician. For the love of God, do we not already have enough politicians? They are lined up like vampires, waiting their turn to bite America's neck.


Trump can't fix what's wrong with this country unless, as in the board room, he is given dictatorial powers. But that's what our problem is in the first place - too much of our government has assumed dictatorial power. Do you really want to elect a man whose life's goals consist proudly of money and power? Really? If so, you would do well to question your own sanity.

60

Today, I am 60 years old.

That means that 60 years ago today, in an Air Force base hospital in Tarrant county, Texas, my saintly mother popped me out like a fat turkey from an oven. I was born at a very early age, as my favorite high school choir teacher used to say.

It has been a good life. In fact, it has been a truly great life. Not that I plan to die right away, but if I were to die right now, I could not complain that I didn't get enough experience while I was here.

My memories of childhood are very, very dim. (I usually complain about excessive use of the word "very," but now that I'm an old fart I figure I can break the rules a little. I will now allow myself to say "fart" in public, for example.) I remember swinging on a rope and board contraption over what seemed at the time to be a raging river, but which was actually a small creek in Savannah GA. I remember returning again and again to volume five of our encyclopedia, because I was five years old, and because it contained the letter D, which meant that there were pictures of dinosaurs.

(I briefly googled for dinosaur images hoping to find one that had been used in that encyclopedia, but instead I found a photo of John McCain).

I remember a visit to Disneyland, and being confused that the castle in the distance didn't look quite right on that little ride. I didn't understand about miniature scale modeling, and I was so near-sighted that I couldn't really get a firm grip on distance.

I remember walking to school in the snow in South Dakota, and discovering that if the snow wasn't too new, I could actually walk on the surface without leaving prints, if I was careful enough. It was an Air Force school, and the mascot was Jets. They would often make snow jets instead of snowmen out in front of the school. It was in Rapid City, and my greatest joy in those days was the occasional trip to Dinosaur Park, where they put cement dinosaurs up on a nearby hill. You could see the brontosaurus from Rapid City:

The brontosaurus. We didn't call them brachiosaurs back then.

The T Rex. Looks cartoon-ish, doesn't he?

Finally, the stegosaurus. You'll see them better portrayed in Jurassic Park II.

The photos are actually of GA's family with the dinosaurs, because I don't have any of me there. But the point is that the dinosaurs are up there on that hill, and they allowed kids to climb around on them. And I still love them today, though I haven't been back to Rapid City in a half century. (For a followup visit to Dinosaur Park, see this)

There was a point to all this, now what was it? Oh, yes.

Back when I was a five year old kid, I couldn't even imagine being 60 years old. Old people were a type - you could be fat or skinny, old or young, mean or nice. I was a kid, and the fact that I could someday become old never occurred to me. There was no reason for it to.

In the next couple of decades, I spent my time learning, without really meaning to. It just kind of happened. A lot of it was just satisfying my curiosity, a lot of it was a matter of survival, and a small minority had to do with passing tests at school. The years went by, and my political views changed in all directions, along with my religious views. At some point, I started thinking in terms of principles, rather than what seemed good or made sense at the time.

They don't call the Libertarian Party the "party of principle" for nothing. And once you start taking stands based on actual principle, and you have to define the principle, it becomes awkward and sometimes silly to try to defend things like socialism. I mean, try to articulate and defend an assertion like "nobody should own anything and we should all be forced to share." If "feed the poor" is a principle, follow the reasoning to socialism and see how sloppy your logic has to be. Define your principles, force yourself to test them.

Once you begin holding fast to the principles as you prove them (if you can't prove a principle, it may be bad and you should discard it), it becomes easier to understand what government is: sheer force. You understand that freedom isn't just a pretty word you can use to justify starting a war, but rather a concept that involves responsibility and real independence, and something that nobody talks about: self ownership. You almost have to arrive at the understanding that certain good, desirable things cannot be achieved by simply having a government do something for you. You have to make things happen by your own effort, or by persuading your neighbors to your point of view. If you want to feed the poor, then feed them. Figure out why they are poor. Figure out how to help. But handing  your responsibility to the government, letting them force other people to do it, is not the answer - it only gives more power to corrupt people.

Here's a clue: the original Constitution of the United States was about limiting what government could do. The purpose was stated in the document itself, more than once, and the ninth and tenth amendments were added just in case anyone didn't get it on the first reading. There was nothing in the Constitution limiting what we could do until Prohibition was adopted - and it quickly proved to be a huge mistake.

But I digress. I was going somewhere with all this. Something to do with becoming an old man. No worry, I'll remember before I hit the publish button.

It has been humbling to consider what I have learned along the way. You know how I learned that people and relationships are more important than stuff? My house was blown down by a mile wide tornado in April of 1979 in Wichita Falls TX. Granted, I had insurance, so I didn't really find myself with nothing, but if I truly found myself with nothing, I know that I would have a difficult time climbing back to my wealthy status, so that I could cavort in my money vault, sliding down my piles of coins. I am not anxious to be broke again. But I am less afraid now of losing all the material goods, than I was on April 9. And since, after the tornado, I shortly lost my wife to divorce, and came close to losing my two daughters, the comparison wasn't close. It's your loved ones that matter, not your stuff.

Since that time, I was given a replacement wife, a much nicer model, one with common sense and integrity. And together we have explored caves, and cleaned them, and we've enjoyed sitting quietly in them during rest periods when nobody is yelling at us to hurry because we're running out of time. We've been in places underground that most people don't even know about, and couldn't visit even if they did know, no matter how much money they have.

We've been to Mexico, Wales, England, Scotland, France, Spain, Portugal... and I've been to the Dominican Republic, though it isn't exactly a garden paradise, except for the awesome coffee beans. Sure, anyone could go to those places, but most people don't, except on carefully controlled tours. GA and I have wandered the streets. See if you can find out what mondango is. And have you ever eaten haggis in Scotland? Well, I have.

I've been on stages in several cities, playing various roles in comedies and dramas and melodramas. I've had the thrill of singing to a crowd that was so loud and appreciative that I couldn't even hear my own voice. I've written an award winning play. I've trusted, and been trusted by, more theatre people than I can count. I have friends that I love so much that I would risk dying for them - seriously.

And in my own limited way, I know God. Now... I hesitate to even say that, because there is knowing God and then there is Knowing God. But I think I do. And I hope I don't arrive in front of the Throne of Judgment™ and hear: "Know Me? Are you kidding?" That would be bad.

On your Facebook page, you can type in all sorts of information about yourself. Most of it doesn't show up anywhere, and I have only recently figured out how to see what other people put, other than the basic stuff like your home town and high school (it's the "info" button). But for religion I put that my God is YHWH, and my Lord is his son, Jesus Christ. People make such a big deal about the mystery of the Trinity. Come on people, there is one God, and he is the Father, YHWH is his name and he created all that there is, including you, which proves he has a sense of humor. Jesus is his son, and he has all the authority of God because it was given to him. You obey the son just as you might have obeyed the King in the person of somebody he sent in his place. Holy Spirit is the comforter, who dwells in us by that same delegated authority. (No, the Catholic Church is not the Holy Spirit! I don't even know if they still teach that heresy.) They are three in one, yes, the Trinity, but it does not violate the principle that there is only one God, I don't care what your local muslim may say. Besides, muslims worship Mohammed with more fervor than the average Christian worships Jesus - so if I have three gods, they have at least two.

By the way, to "worship" means to ascribe worthiness to. It is not idolatry.

But there I go again, getting off topic. Where was I?

When I was in high school, I was terrified of girls. They were mysterious and desirable and completely out of reach. I have sometimes said I had a crush on most of them, which I guess isn't exactly true. I did have crushes on most of the women in a capella choir, though. For some reason, the best girls were in choir. It was a moot point, though, because I was scared of them.

I got a scholarship in choir, and could have gone to a college over in north Texas. But I didn't because I was afraid I wouldn't be able to pay for the rest of the tuition, or make ends meet, or whatever. I made too many decisions based on fear. That is probably the single greatest regret I have about my life - that too much of it, too many opportunities, were wasted because I was too afraid to take risks.

I outgrew that in time, and it's a good thing, because so much of what has made my life wonderful could never have happened if I had not learned to accept some risks. Caving? Risky. Getting on stage with a hundred pages of lines memorized? Risky. Opening my heart and caring about people who might very well reject me? Very risky. Most people never do any of those things, and only secretly wish they could.

So I've reached the age of 60, or as I like to put it, level 60 in the Game of Life™ - and no free plays left. My eyes are getting weaker, and my hearing is getting worse, and I run out of breath a little sooner and with less exertion. The caving is pretty much done. It's possible that I've memorized my last play - but you never know.

But I love a lot of people, truly love them, and I like to think that some of them may actually love me back. And that, my friend, is what makes life good. Well, that and home grown tomatoes.

Coming Soon to a World near you

© March 2011

Something is coming.

It's coming like a T-Rex comes
   to the research trailer on the edge of the cliff.

The lying, thieving raping bastards who run this dying world are calling it.
They dance naked under a full moon,
calling it,
offering to exchange our lives and our future
   and our children's inheritance
   but not their own, if they can help it
   just ours
   for the power they can gain.

and it comes crashing through the trees
  snarling and biting
  and we don't notice the tree tops getting snapped aside
  like so many weeds
  because CBS and CNN sing their soothing lullaby
  Hush li'l baby, don't you cry,
  Mama gonna throw you to the Rex

The world changed when the towers fell into Pearl Harbor in 1929
And it's about to change again.
The beams are going to break
The restraint is going to give way

And it will come
And the image will explain it to us
as we're eaten.

Daylight Savings: end it now!

Today, once again, we observed the pagan ritual of Daylight Savings Time.

We do this twice a year, forcing the sun to advance in the sky the length of a time zone in the spring, and then forcing it to actually move backwards in the fall. This cannot be good for the sun!

So I did some research. It turns out that NASA and our government are aware of a phenomenon they secretly call "Sun Fatigue," but of course they aren't going to tell us about it. And when this gets out, they will deny deny and deny some more. But here are the photos.

First, the sun just before the government began requiring DST:

Notice the healthy yellow glow coming from our friend, the yellow sun, which gives Superman his powers.

Now notice the sun five years after they began tampering with the Universe itself:

You can see that the yellow has faded, and old sol is a little closer to being a Red Dwarf, and a little closer to imploding from exhaustion, absorbing our Earth in a black hole of utter destruction.

But a couple of years ago, they made it worse, much worse.

DST is now the law a full half of the year, leaving the sun even less time to recover from the enormous strain of going backwards every other half-year. And, because of new TSA regulations requiring the sun to also go through a security scanner every time it reaches a new time zone - after all, it is in our air space - our sun, our faithful friend, the source of our energy, is actually ill.

Just look at the sickly green that is infecting the face of our best friend in space:

Forget about global warming. This is the real danger. Something must be done. Write your congressman now, and demand that our sun be given its freedom once again.

Maddening phone tree systems

You've navigated through them. We all have. You call a large mega-company, and you press one for English. That's the cliché, but it never stops there. And by the time you get what you want done, you're at least a little irritated.

I've been doing the finances for GA's parents, because they're no longer able. I pay bills for them, take care of address changes, and help them call companies who need to be called. I'm kind of a problem solver for them. Recently, my father-in-law lost his health insurance card sometime during one of our trips to get medical visits done. It's not a terrible problem, because we can always use a recent statement from them to get the numbers required. But he needs something to carry in his wallet, and an 8 x 11 monthly statement isn't the best thing to carry in your wallet.

So I called the insurance company, and began my journey through the labyrinth of their phone tree.

Press "1" for English.

OK.

Do you have a current policy with Mega-Giant Health Insurance Corporation?

Yes.

Please enter the contract number.

I did so.

If you are inquiring about an existing claim, or a potential claim, or a denied claim, press "1".
If you are inquiring about a....  

...and on and on, but of course without any option for a live person. Eventually, at about number four, one of the offers had to do with requesting a form. "Aha! I thought. An insurance card might be considered a form. I'll go there." I pressed four.


If you are requesting a form ***, press "1" - if you are requesting a form ***, press "2" - if you are... and so on. None of the options was an insurance card, but one of the options was a blank space for about a second. Should I go for that one? I decided to chance it.

If you are requesting... and they named yet another form and another blank space. So I took a chance. I said to the phone computer, in a clear, firm voice, "I need a replacement insurance card."

I'm sorry, I didn't understand that, said the polite computer voice.

I said it again. "I need a replacement insurance card."

I'm sorry, I didn't understand that, said the polite computer voice again, with the same tone.

I said, with absolutely no irritation in my voice, "That's because you're an idiot."

And it said, "Would you like to speak to a customer service representative?"

I should have guessed that they would have the program listen for the word "idiot" as a clue to the customer losing his patience. Duly noted. I'll bet this works everywhere.