Big Brother Brainwashing


Anyone today who gets their political news from a syndicated newspaper, or a major TV or radio broadcasting station, is being brainwashed. I have studied it, I have participated, I have commented and I have preached. Nowhere can I find an unbiased political news report, nowhere. If you feel good after reading a particular article, or watching/hearing a news report, you are experiencing bias. Let that sink in.

There is an old adage that says, “If you throw enough crap at a barn door, some of it is bound to stick”. In other words, listen to something often enough and you begin to believe it.  Eschew the talking heads, TV pundits and the political hack reporters who spin everything into a plus for their candidate, no matter who it is. Said differently, if Donald Trump makes a political speech, NBC, CBS and ABC will shame him for his words no matter what he says. If Hillary makes a political speech, FOX will tell you she is crooked and wrong.

Okay. You already knew this. So where does it leave you? What have you learned? I say, that if you must listen to one source, then you must listen to all the others to get some sort of balance, and what that means is you are then left to decide which of the candidates is the least despicable. This is how smear politics works. Each candidate has a staff of people who listen to everything the opposition says and then figures out how to beat them over the head with it.

The only way to obtain unbiased political news, is to listen to each candidate speak, and then immediately turn off your radio or television set, sit quietly alone and cogitate the meaning of what you alone have heard. You are the best pundit for your own necessities. You are best to understand the difference between the truth and a lie, between a promise and a guarantee, between what is good for all and what isn’t. “We the People…”, in the singular, is “You the Person…”. This political season step up to the plate and take a swing for the fences. My life and yours depends on it.

Old Glory

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Old Glory is, The American Revolution, The Sprit of 76, 1812, Gettysburg, Antietam, WWI, Normandy, Bastogne, Iwo Jima, Pork Chop Hill, Nam, Kandahar, Mogadishu, Kabul. These are all merely wars, you say. No, I say; these are all places where those who revere and respect the Flag and for which it stands, willingly defended our freedom. It is bigger than a mere flag, a mere Army, a mere Nation, it is the heart of every patriotic American.

When Flying Was Flying

PSA Stu's I did my first business flying in 1968, traveling from San Francisco to Burbank and Los Angeles and back again. I was 30 years old and had never been on a plane before. You can imagine my thoughts as I boarded my first PSA flight. I kept the ticket in a scrap book and still have it after all these years. The flight cost $19.50 one way. Drinks were free, it was like flying to heaven and back again. Those flights set the hook.

Seven or eight years later I decided that I wanted to see the world, and was willing to do whatever relocating was necessary to accomodate that desire. Little did I know I was creating a disease. It became almost an addiction. My business flew me here, there and everywhere amassing flight miles by the thousands so I could redeem them for more flights. I earned over a million miles on Pan Am, and lost 600K miles when they folded. I earned over 500K miles on Singapore Air, at least a million miles on United and currently have 250K miles in the UA Bank.

Flying in the early days was wonderful. The passengers were mostly courteous and polite and always dressed like it was Sunday. Attendants were always courteous, helpful and dorp-dead gorgeous. (I know that is a sexist, non-PC statement, but I stand by the fact that it is what made flying a truely joyful experience.)

It wasn’t long before the ACLU got involved and changed everything “for the better” they insisted. Stewards started showing up, dress codes began to relax, and standards were thrown out the window, at 35,000Ft.. By 1985 flying became a drudge, the ACLU had suceeded in ruining the industry. In the 1990’s my flying was limited to short hops; long international flights became a thing of the past. People pushing and shoving and elbowing their way to and from their seats took all the pleasure out of travel. Tank tops, shorts and flip-flops became the norm, many passengers were drunk and disorderly and stewards and stewardesses became worn and haggard. The joy was gone.

In spite of it all I still want to use my 250,000 miles for one last First Class Flight to somewhere I have never been before. As pompus as it sounds, my wife and I can’t think of a place that satisfies the criteria.