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Its been on the news now and again for several years the idea of building a nuclear waste disposal facility in utah, and accepting waste from european countries imported here.  I don’t think I have to tell you that the only people who aren’t against it are 1 the european countries, and 2 the people who stand to make the money.  Absolutely nobody wants nuclear waste in their backyard or even in their state.  Why this ever even became a possibility begs the question “What are we letting our politicians get away with?”

It isn’t a big surprise to me that I see things differently from everyone else.  I’ve always known that my mind is a little off from what other people call normal.  I think most of the people around me would agree.  It is this ability to see things in a little bit different light that enabled me to come up with the idea that I’m going to give to the world today.  This is not the first time I’ve told someone about my idea mind you.  In fact I’ve been laughed at or scorned several times when I’ve stated my thoughts.  Maybe I’m ahead of my time, or maybe I’m just plain nuts.  Either way, I’ve decided to put the idea down in writing for the whole world to see, and just maybe someone will be able to actually use it. 

To really understand the idea a bit of a primer is in order.  First you need to understand exactly what nuclear power and nuclear waste is really all about.  You see pretty much everyone has the idea that nuclear waste is this aweful byproduct of nuclear power production.  Most people don’t know why it exists or what it really is in essence.  The first part of this article is to explain what nuclear waste really is.

To put it into terms that everyone should understand, think about building a fire in your fireplace.  You toss in some wood, a bit of kindling, maybe some paper, and light it up.  As the wood breaks down in a reaction with the fire, energy is released in the form of heat and light.  The remnants of the burned fuel become the ash and charcoal left when the fire is extinguished.  A nuclear reaction generates scary amounts of power, but in its basest form it is the equivalent of a fire in your fireplace.  You start a really hot fire under intense pressure and burn uranium fuel rods.  The energy release is so intense that you melt the atoms that make up the uranium.  The matter that the fuel rods are made of melts down into energy which is captured as heat.  From there on its handled the same way a steam engine works.  The heat boils water to turn turbines and produce electricity. 

A fuel rod is made up of uranium fuel surrounded by carbon in the form of graphite.  As the uranium melts away the graphite balances the heat and prevents a meltdown.  As the atoms break down and the intense energy is released there is so much energy produced that it radiates at virtually every frequency.  Energy comes out as ultraviolet light, Violet light, Heat, electricity, and probably some other forms that we don’t even know how to measure or quantify. 

As you are putting gasoline in your car, you may or may not realize, but not all of the gasoline you burn actually turns into energy and moves your car foreward.  The fact is that less than ten percent of the energy in the fuel is ever utilized in the internal combustion engine.  The whole process is terribly inefficient.  A nuclear reaction is somewhat the same.  I don’t know how much of the energy we are actually able to capture, but it isn’t anywhere near one hundred percent.  Where does that extra energy go?  In your car, that energy is lost as heat and as pollution out your tailpipe.  In a nuclear reaction that extra energy is radiated out and absorbed into the graphite bars.  The graphite bars become radioactive because they are so infused with energy that it is litterally bleading out slowly.  Energy will continue to “radiate” from these graphite bars for at least 50 years at intense enough levels to make you sick just coming near it.  It will continue to leak out at lower levels for hundreds more.

So now you know what nuclear waste is you can probably can infer why its such nasty stuff.  What is the key element that everyone is missing.  In nuclear waste we have a massive amount of unharnessed energy captured into a compact substance trapped in a barrel and coated with thick layers of lead to keep any of it from escaping.  Can anyone describe what a common everyday battery you use to power your mp3 player or smoke detector is?  Two poles separated by a barrier of material which has been infused with latent energy wrapped in a metal can…  The components that make up a battery and a barrel of nuclear waste are pretty similar no?

So now you have the foundation for my idea, what is the missing element that would turn a nuclear waste disposal facility that nobody wants into a powerplant that will produce massive amounts of electricity with virtually no labor or environmental impact?  The key here is photovoltaic cells.  Over the last thirty or so years we have been working hard to harness the ability of photvoltaics so that we can produce electricity from the sun’s energy.  Thousands of variances in dopants, spacing between NP junctions, ect have been tried in the manufacture of PV cells to find a combination that can utilize and convert most of the energy that hits the cell.    Still Like gasoline in your car, most of that energy is lost. 

The inherant problem with solar panels is that as the sun hits them one freqency of energy converts into eletricity and the thousand of other frequencies are reflected back off the surface of the panel into the atmosphere.  They don’t hurt the environment, but they don’t do a very efficient job of harnessing energy.  You need a whole field full of panels to power a typical home.

So what do we need to do?  Stick one of these solar panels into a tub of nuclear waste and gather the energy that hits it.  Any energy that reflects just goes back into the waste barrel to be bounced around until it hits the panel again, and again, and again for the next fifty years.  Now the idea at this stage is oversimplified.  Just sticking an off the shelf panel into a barrel of waste is not going to be efficient enough.  The same testing that has been done to optimize PV arrays for solar energy capture needs to be done again to reoptimize them for capture of low level nuclear radiaion. 

There are hurdles that need to be overcome and they aren’t the kind of hurdles that I or probably you can overcome.  The people who posess and control the flow of nuclear waste can’t exactly hand out a barrel to anyone who wants to expiriment.  The people who have access to the semiconductor fabrication laboratory equiptment probably don’t have barrels of nuclear waste at their disposal.  I don’t imagine the would want them.  In order to bring this into the realm of possibility it is going to take a funded government project with an aim to actually make this work. 

Anyhow, now that I’ve put the idea out there I hope someone gets the chance to see it and maybe someday after I’m long dead I’ll get the credit for an idea that really will change the world.  I was thinking about the whole concept of importing nuclear waste into utah for storage.  It would be really ironic if someday eighty percent of the worlds nuclear waste was stored in my back yard, and all of a sudden a barrel of nuclear waste became more valuable than a hundred barrels of oil.  I know enriched uranium isn’t exactly commonplace.  As a fuel I’m sure its more scarce than anything you or I could buy.  The fact that most of the world is willing to give us the half burnt fuel for free could be a blessing in disguise.

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I don’t think I have ever felt so relieved as when I heard the news story announcing the implementation of a government backed “Do Not Call Registry.”  While its true that I have been perpetually sinking further and further in to debt, it is also true that I have by most peoples standards a good credit score.  Part of that comes from the fact that I am so far in debt.  The creditors know there’s no chance I could raise the money to pay them off quickly but I always make timely payments.  The burden of having good credit however is that everyone wants a piece of me.  (no matter how little there is to go around)  Prior to the do not call registry’s inception  I was plagued by telemarketers.  Somtimes five or more calls could come in a single day.

The biggest problem behind the government trying to protect its people is that the real people we need protection from are still under the jurisdiction of that same government.  After my number became permanent into the do not call registry, calls almost stopped.  At its onset the program allowed people to report abusive telemarketers and they would be fined for calling someone they shouldn’t be.  I really liked that feeling of security.  When I did get the occasional call I took great pleasure in informing the turd on the other end of the line that he had just made a huge mistake and that I was logging the time of his call.  I took even more pleasure in actually reporting the calls knowing that a proactive person like me could really teach these bull marketers a lesson.

It had been at least a year since the last time I got a call obtrusive enough to merit reporting when the last one that really got to me came through.  When I informed him that my number was listed on the do not call registry, the dung pile who called me had the nerve to tell me that his organization was exempt from the progam due to its charter and that they could call whomever he wanted.  I wish businesses would wise up.  If I go so far as to regster my name I DON”T WANT YOU TO CALL ME.  IT DOESN”T MATTER WHO YOU THINK YOU ARE!!!.

It was as I went to report this doo doo head that I made the horrific discovery.  Over the past year or so the do not call registry has been bastardized.  No longer the thing of beauty it once was it is now the redheaded stepchild nobody wants.  All of the enforcement that once protected us consumers is now depleted.  Instead of promising to follow up with my telemarketer complaint and fine the offender, they simply keep the complaints as “statistical data” that law enforcement could potentially use in a serious harassment case.  Just imagine trying to prove “harassment” by way of telephone marketing calls…  Furthermore they have managed to slip in an amendment to exepmpt non-profit organizations.  I’ll say it again.  WHEN I LISTED MY NAME IT WAS BECAUSE I DIDN”T WANT UNEXPECTED PHONE CALLS.  IT DOESN”T MATTER WHO YOU ARE, YOUR CALL IS NOT WELCOME!!!

A year ago my phone was silent.  No more than one call a week from a friend or family member.  I’m now back to getting a few calls a week from people asking me to buy tickets to a fundraiser or support my local firefighters.  BTW, to dispell the myth, those people collecting mony for the firefighters are not actually giving the money to the firefighters.  By donating you are not supporting a good cause.  I watched a local news story on it, and in most cases over 90% of the money they collect goes to the telemarketing company and less than 10% makes it to the charity you think you are donating it to.

Its obvious that the only thing these marketers understand is what hits them in the pocketbook.  Its also become obvious that the governtment is to impersonal to really help us little guys out.  There will always be some elected camel dropping who feels its appropriate to amend a pefectly good very effectve law to poke a few loopholes in it in exchange for a campaign kickback.  After all, nobody is ever really going to know who it was that made it ok for telemarkers to start harassing us again.   

I can’t depend on people ever getting smart enough to stop giving money to telemarketers.  There will always be some elderly woman who will actually believe she is donating to poor familys of firefighters who aren’t getting paid enough.  Thats what our taxes pay for people, If they weren’t getting paid enough there would be a shortage of firefighters because they would find other jobs.  In turn the shortage would prompt people to be willing to pay a higher tax rate to get more.  Its a self balancing system. The only thing that will ever really stop the telemarketers is outside of the realm of reality.  Thats for people to wise up.

Anyhow the reason or idea behind my blog post today was to make a suggestion to other people like me who simply don’t want to recieve incoming calls from businesses.  The next time you get a call don’t tell the marketer you are not interested.  Don’t tell them anything.  Say “hold on, I have to get my baby out of the tub,” or “The food is burning, let me turn off the stove.”  Set down the phone and go back to watching tv or whatever you were doing.  Make an effot to keep the guy on the phone for as long as possible and NEVER give them anything for their call.  If the calling company has to pay this guy ten bucks an hour, for every six minutes of his time you waste, you’ve cost them a dollar.  If we are proactive enough we can make it too expensive for it to be worth them calling us back. 

If you have the time to spare, listen to their whole speech.  Act interested.  Keep them on the phone as long as possible, then give them a made up credit card number or tell them you’ve changed your mind.  You can even hang up half way through giving them your bogus payment information.  I’d love to hear everyones ideas on other ways to waste a telemaketer’s time.  There are a few good ones here.

I know it seems like I’m going a bit overboard and nobody should be this upset about an unwanted call or two.  The real heart of the problem stems from the fact that I used to work graveyard shift.  Telemarketers target my house between four and eight in the afternoon because that is when they expect most people to be at home with time to talk.  For me that means they ring the phone and wake me up during my beauty rest.  I get a bit irate when I don’t get my rest, and it gets worse when I find out the reason I didn’t get my rest is because some donky face I don’t even know felt he had a right to deprive me of it.

Today we will be continuing on with my saga about the constant decline in my finances comparative to the decline in the markets.  I’ve probably written about my pending decision to give up sattelite for broadcast tv.  (really its not a decision its an eventuality.)  I personally only consume about five hours a week of television.  It used to be alot more.  Anyhow I know its something I can easily give up to spare myself some trouble in the face of this recession.  My family however uses it almost constantly.  I’m not sure I can put up with the complaints that will ensue.  I guess we will see.

Well what I wanted to write about this week was actually writing. I’ve been looking for ways to make a quick buck online.  (legally of course)  And aside from selling what little I have left on ebay I’ve come up with a few ideas.  The adsense from this website has earned me a whopping seven cents this year.  (at that rate I’ll get my first check from google in the year 3046)  So internet advertising is out of the question.  What I’m thinking of trying is article writing. 

I know lots of websites purchase well written articles for a small fee.  I know you’ve been reading my blog and you are thinking well written? I actually can do much better than my writing is here.  My blog is the place where I unwind and let off some stress, so sorry folks you are not getting the best of what my mind has to offer.  The real question is whether I can convince someone to pay me enough to unlock the lazyness barrier.

I’ve done some research about what it takes to make it working as a writer.  Theres an interesting article about it here. I don’t plan to try it full time.  I’m just wondering if its a reasonable way to make a few bucks on my day off.  I might be able to do two or three articles a day during the weekend.  At twenty bucks a pop that is not too bad a haul for playing with the computer.  Of course I look the part, so I could probably make the same cash sitting on the street corner with a coffee cup and a cardboard sign. 

As a last resort there is always blood plasma donation (its not really a donation).  It would be first on my list, except that the donation center is more than a half hour drive away.  If I drive there it costs me the gas and I don’t make much if any money.  If I ride the bus, it takes all day and I chance getting sick from some contagion bieng hacked around.  Have you seen the kind of people who ride the bus downtown into the heart of the city? 

I’m very handy, and can do almost any kind of odd job.  That would seem to be my out except with a recession I’d have to fight with every other looser out there who thinks he knows how to hold a wrench.  (I’m probably not really any better than them but I can pretend to be for my blog.  Nobody here knows me in real life…)

Well the saga continues…

If you’re dumb enough to have been following my blog so far, you probably know I’m a few steps ahead of the crowd in the recession game.  The stock market is plummeting now, my finances started months ago.  It has me wondering though, am I going to do better in the recession because I’ve already hit bottom?  There are lots of people who are better off than I am so lots of them stand to lose alot more.  I’m just wondering how its going to work. Am I going to get more even with everyone and stay where I am at, or are grocery costs going to go up and I’m going to be worse off?

I’m happy to say I had NOTHING in the stock market at the time it started plummeting.  Its just too bad I don’t have a few hundred thousand to dump into the market now.  Since it has got to be reaching the bottom soon, I could get some great stock deals today.  At least thats how I think it is going to work.

Sadly I already know the cost of groceries, gasoline, ect will skyrocket soon.  I can only hope there isn’t any hidden clause in my home mortgage or my equity line that will allow me to be exploited.  I can easily pay my mortgage and loan as it is, even if I were to lose my job.  I could temp and make enough to cover them so I don’t need to worry about staying current there.  I just don’t know if somehow the bank can raise my interest rate or change my loan to make it cost me more.  If it does I’ll be in real trouble.

It will be interesting to see how the things go.  I haven’t heard about any stock brokers jumping out of windows just yet.  Its a bit morbid, but I’m looking foreward to the news stories with live video of the jumpers…  I’m sick…

I have always had an innate ability to only remember the most useless information.  Its kind of like a retarded photographic memory syndrome.  My locker combination in high school I had to keep written down in my wallet because I couldn’t remember three numbers from one day to the next.  Here fifteen years later and I can still remember the temperature at witch alcohol turns from a liquid to a gas. Something I heard one time in a chemistry class.

This sort of strange effect where odd numbers seem to happily embed themselves into my subconsious blocking out the far more important things like the faces of my family is really a curse.  If my own mother went missing and I was asked to describe her for a sketch artist I wouldn’t be able to do it.  I can tell you what the picture on the front of our generic brand corn flakes looks like though. :( 

In any event this odd curse has also been a bit of a strange blessing.  Yesterday at the market I needed to purchase some margarin as we were running low.  I can remember exactly how much I paid for a box last year and the year before that, and the year before that.  Two years ago a box of imperial margarin in the brownish gold packaging cost me 40 cents, and it was the cheapest package on the shelf.  Yesterday the same package of margarin is $1.19, and the cheapest on the shelf was blue bonnet coming in at a whopping 77 cents per package.  My favorite cheeze colby jack in the local brand garnered between $12 and $14 for a five pound brick two years ago.  (cheeze fluctuates from week to week)  It now rests happily within +/- $1 of $18 every week.

My blog seems to be a constant complaint session where I detail just how poor I’m getting and how I can’t seem to get beyond that.  For a while now I haven’t been able to put two and two together to figure out why.  My fuel costs go up, and I get a little raise to match the increase.  I start a side business that brings in an extra $250 a month.  Previously I had a little spending money left over after I got my paycheck, but now I find myself borrowing to make ends meet.  The math didn’t work until I realized just how much all those little increases in food costs has hurt my family budget.  $2 more a month in butter, $2 more a month in flour, $50-$100 more a month in meat, $35 more a month in fruits and vegetables.  All spread nicely across many items so I only barely notice the difference at the register. 

I’ve finally found the leak in my budget and the grim reality is that its not something I can fix.  Bottom line is that my family has to eat to survive.  The only way out is to make more money.  I’ve had sort of a job offer on the table for a while that I really don’t want to accept.   The numbers are a bit sketchy, but I do know It would litterally double the number of hours I have to work each week, and that would put an end to my home business.  That would also mean the death of any hope I once had to be self dependant.  The salary would have to be significant and it would fend off the jackyls for at least a few more years, but I think I’ll be selling my soul if (when?) I accept.

Its times like these I kind of wish I didn’t have people I care about.  I would be alright standing in the soup line at the homeless shelter.  It might even bring a sense of freedom along with the bitter cold and indignity.  I just can’t do that to my family.  I guess we’ll all know in the next few weeks.  I’m going to ask them for a solid dollar amount.  I just need to decide how much they will have to say for it to be worth giving up the last shreds of my dreams and becoming a total wage slave.

After more than six months in and out of hospitals my dad is finally starting to get back to life.  He is still unable to work and can barely move around, but I’m starting to see a bit of spirit in him.  They came into town this weekend to visit and do a few things.  After several near death experiences it seems his priority is now to spend his remaining time with family.  Its not something I can really relate to as I never want to spend time with family. 

The car I bought from him suffered an I’ll fate.  I’m pretty sure I mentioned it here before.  Investigating the problem further, it turns out the wheel bearing had busted apart inside the hub.  Probably as a result of bieng overtightened.  Seems to be a simple fix at first glance.  A wheel bearing and some grease might cost fifteen bucks.  However the bearing failure happened on the highway at about 70mph.  Its unfortunate, but the components of the bearing are welded to the axle shaft.  I don’t know what it will cost, or even if I will bother to fix it at all.  I’m going to have to replace the axle stub and its welded to the axle.  There’s no simple fix. 

Anyhow, I didn’t really have much to say this week.  I made a promise to myself that I would write something in my blog at least once a week, so here it is.  An update of whats not going on in my boring life.  I’ve just been working hard every day, and after work I work some more at home in preparation for going to work the next day. 

A boring work filled life.

It seems to me that the emotions Fear and Joy may just be tied together mentally a little closer than you might think.  On a trip home from work last week I found myself stopped at a major street intersection.  A young woman was pushing a parapalegic child in a wheelchair across the street at the light.  While the sight itself was nothing spectacular there was for a brief moment a flash of something amazing.  This street has eight traffic lanes, four going in either direction.  As the woman started to get close to my car maybe three fourths of the way across, the light changed.  It was at this moment that the “flash” happened.

You’re probably thinking somebody got run over… but no.   Inside the back of all our minds is fear.  Fear is the driving power that turns the entire of living biengs to do what they do.  As the light changed I could see the fear awaken in the woman who was pushing the chair.  I’m not sure if it was fear that she would be run over, but it was self preservation.   If the child had been hurt it would have affected her so either way it was a fear awakened. 

At the same moment she began to attempt to run pushing the wheelchair.  Held back by the fear of running too fast and causing harm to her passenger.  Forced foreward by hear fear of getting hurt in traffic.  The woman was for a brief moment in quite a dilemma.  I could see it in her face and in her body language.

It was then that the child began to smile.  Most of the way across the street the child had been almost lifeless.  Doomed to a life of setting in a chair there isn’t much to really get a child like that excited.  I can’t say for sure if it was the excitement of running really fast in traffic or if it was the knowledge that her caretaker was freaking out, but something got that child smiling.  It was the kind of smile that only a true innocent can produce.  The sort of thing that stops you in your tracks just to gaze in awe of it. 

For one person this same impulse brought an almost crippling fear.  For another only mere inches away it brought about a joy that made her smile gleam.  Fear and Joy really arent that far apart.

A while back I had the idea to manufacture plastic resin garden gnomes.  I’m not much into manufacturing or into gnomes for that matter.  I happen to know there is a phobia related to garden gnomes, and I’m just an ass who wanted to exploit it.  My thought was to take a seemingly simple garden gnome and stuf it full of some clever electronics that make it …well downright evil…  I figure if the thing senses motion and doesn’t do anything most of the time, but occasionally it jumps at you or screams it might just kill a mailman.  Of course it would have to go back to not doing anything for at least an hour after it goes off so whomever sees it becomes convinced that it never really moved.  It would also need to be disguised well enough that upon investigation nobody can easily tell its mechanized. 

For those of you entrepreneurs out there looking for the next big gag, think about it.  (don’t forget to cut me in on the profits when you get rich)  You can forget where you got the idea when the heart attack lawsuits come up though.  Also, if you build it, you’ve just got to send me one of those resin garden gnomes.  Its a killer idea. (litterally)

It is funny how seems to be able to bring a whole crap load of things to my door all at once.  It is just cruel how karma pays me back for every good thing I try with something bad.  I’ve mentioned before on my blog about how my dad has had a recent heart attack.  Spending months in hospitals and now unable to work has left him with little remaining but bills.  I found out that he was selling his car(s) to make ends meet.  A logical thing given he can no longer drive and he is still months away from getting any kind of help from uncle sam. 

I decided I would buy one of his cars.  It was a win win situation I thought.  A former mechanic his cars are bound to be in great condition, I can help him out by giving a more than fair price for the car, and it was an excuse for me to get to see him.  The old man lives several hundred miles away so we don’t see each other often.  All seemed to be well.

My current car is nearing the end of its life and I needed a new car.  Since time for renewal was drawing near I thought I’ll get the new car, get it licensed and then sell the old one before its time to renew.  Everything seemed to be going perfectly.  It turns out I had to put rear brake shoes on the car I bought before I could get it licensed but aside from the cost it went ok. 

Now a week after I’ve made the switch I’m driving the new car on the highway and the brakes locked up tighter than crap.  I skidded off the road thinking I’ve got a flat tire.  Got out looked it over but there was no flat.  I thought I might have hit something that made me skid, so I got back in and drove.  The car drove ok the rest of the way home.  I was a bit worried but had conviced myself it was nothing.  Later that night I needed to run to the store.  I got about half mile from the house and they locked up again.  This time I could tell what it was because they didn’t unlock.  The car is unable to move and I can’t even tow it home myself because the wheels won’t turn at all.

Its really a minor problem thought it might be expensive to fix.  Its probably my fault because I did the brakes so I could get it passed safety inspection.  The thing is that its upsetting to know trying to do something good turned into a nasty expense and a couple of really stressful days. 

I had promised the old car to my younger sister and now I won’t be able to fufil that promise.  Since it passed emissions and safety with no problems, I have to get it licensed and keep driving it until I can get enough money together to fix the new car.  I’ve dipped into my credit for another 500 already just so I can keep going to work.  Had I already given her the car it could have been worse.  (again doing something nice would have come back to bite me in the ass)

Its nothing throwing a little more money at wont fix, just I’ve reached the point where there isn’t much money (or credit) left to throw.  Instead of looking for a better job, looking for a second job is probably on the menu.

Its always been in my nature to just figure things out.  I suppose it came from my childhood where I grew up almost free from parental opression.  I see the young ones in my family now completely helpless when asked to handle the most obvious of tasks. 

Today I decided to give the back yard a good cleaning before the fall weather really sets in strong.  When I bought my home the previous owner had used railroad ties as a garden decoration.  While rustic and attractive in some ways, the garden decoration aspect of railroad ties is rather poor.  They become infested with earwigs and snails quite easily which turns the actual garden into a half dead unappetizing mess.  This time around the railroad ties had to go.

With the truck parked on the side of the house loaded down with branches and beams I was ready for the trip to the landfill.  The youngest person living in my house is a few months away from turning sixteen and she’s excited about getting her drivers license.  Normally I’m very stingy about letting anyone drive my car because I can’t afford to have it wrecked, but I thought today I’d have her pull it out of the driveway so I could get on my way to the dump.  She’s more than ready to go get the learning permit so I thought its time she started getting used to driving a car. 

When I held up my keys and asked her to pull the car in front of the house I expected a gleefull expression and some riddled excitement.  What I got was a look of stupidity crossed with a hint of terror.  She’s grown up so coddled by her mother that even handling simple tasks whether she wants to or not requires someone standing behind her telling her what to do.  It makes me sick to think what would happen if she somehow found herself alone in the world. 

I see it more and more in the workplace and sadly even at home.  People are becoming incapable of doing even the most basic of tasks.  In conversation I hear complaints about how the mexican people are coming across the border causing an immigration problem.  I hear how the american people are losing business and money to china because everthing is bieng manufactured overseas where its cheaper.  All of these things scare the american people.  Beneath it I see the truth. 

These poor people in third world countries have nothing compared to what we do so they work damn hard to get it.  They learn at a young age that to survive they have to get their own food clothing and shelter.  With nobody capable of protecting their total innocence they become strong or they become dead.  Its the natural order of things.  Citizens of the united states are on a quick road to their downfall and I’m sad to see it happening. 

Concider social security.  This is a mutibillion dollar government fund designed to make the weakest people in our society have better fuller lives.  That doesn’t sound like a bad thing right?  Now thing just how much stronger we as a people would be if maybe some of those people weren’t around.  If a potato has a cavity or cheeze has taken to mold, you cut away the bad part.  Cutting away the bad makes the rest of it better.  If you don’t cut out the bad spot all you’ve got is a rotten potato. 

I’m not saying we should cut off social security.  I know enough to know I probably don’t know what is best.  I’m just saying we as a people need to think more about the way we treat our children, disabled people, stupid people, ect.  Nobody ever learns a lesson from pampering.  Time-outs are not effective unless the child knows there is a consequence worse than making them sit in a corner.  You have to beat that kids ass at least once so they know you are serious! Once you’ve put the fear of god into them next time around a timeout will suffice.