EVACUATION

The first I heard the word Evacuation, in the form of a directive from higher authority, was in 1979 during the Iranian Revolution. I was living in a remote village in southern Iran on a construction project that had at least five more years to complete. I was aware that the revolution was in full swing, but my sense was that the Shah would be ousted, the Mullah’s would move in and everything would be back to normal. There were signs that the situation was getting hostile, so when the company finally said leave, I was ready. Life as I knew it was about to change drastically. I was never to return; my job, our only source of income was gone; I had no home so there was no place to go. My young wife and I were adrift.

We were young and foolish, full of confidence and adventure and ready to face whatever came, so we decided to take a six week vacation and tour Europe. I don’t really remember thinking about, fretting about or worrying about what was to come next. We were smart enough to realize that what was happening to us was completely beyond our control, and we could only make the best of what we could control.

Now, 39 years later, the call came again in the form of a mandantory evacuation due to the Carr Fire in the Trinity/Shasta county forest area. We didn’t have a lot of time, so we finished our dinner, gathered up the dogs, vital papers, three days of clothes and left quickly. Our plan was to drive south and find the first hotel that would take our pets , ride out the storm and deal with the consequences later. I felt eerily calm and resolute. Again, everything was out of our control. At stake this time, however was, our retirement home, 40 years of memories and priceless (to us) collectibles; in other words all we had worked for. I knew that I, my wife and my dogs would live through it.

On our 2nd day of evacuation, our local TV weatherman posted a map, showing where the fire was and what the containment levels were.  The fire was barreling toward our home and we were resolved that we were about to lose everything except our insurance policy. On day four of evacuation the weatherman updated his map and low and behold our home appeared to be spared. Fire had raged all around us, but through the smoke and ashes we could see that our property had been spared. It took us six more days to get to our property, but get home we did. What did we learn, or re-learn, about evacuations, in the process.
1. As long as you have your life, everything is going to be alright. It may take you awhile to figure out the where’s, why’s and how’s, but you will and life will go on. Heed evacuation orders, nothing is more valuable than your life and the lives of those you love.
2. Fretting and stewing is a natural reaction to stress, but preparation, heeding instructions and an excellent insurance policy goes a long way to releaving much if not most of the stress.
3. Have the things you value most identified and listed, and have managable containers available and ready for quick and easy use.
4. Some valuables are unmanagable in the short time period you have to evacuate from a fire. Photograph, document and evaluate these items and keep this information with your valuable papers and documents.

Sedition – I Want Action

A Letter I would Like to Write

Dear Attorney General of the United States,
Sedition
səˈdiSH(ə)n
noun    1. conduct or speech inciting people to rebel against the authority of a state or monarch, President.
The First Amendment
Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.
Where does the First Amendment end, and The Act of Sedition begin?
Maxine Waters recently called for the shaming of Trump Administration employees, at a ralley, screamingWhere ever you find them (Trump Administration Cabinet members); in a restaurant,  a department store, a gas station…….tell them they are not welcome, tell them we don’t want them here any longer.
The same weekend Kirstjen Nielsen and here husband were screamed out o a Mexican Restaurant. Prior to that Sarah Huckabee Sanders and her family were screamed from a restaurant in Lexington, Virginia.
President Trump and his Administration have been  openly harrassed from their first day in office by; Maxine “Shame Them” Waters, Elisabeth “Pocahontas” Warren;  Chuck “Dump Trump” Schumer, Nancy “Viva MS-13” Pelosi and many others of the Democratic Party.
Their behavior has impeded the orderly conduct of business in Washington for too long now, and it is time to review the laws on the books that deal with such issues and take action to remove these people from Government.
Dick Jacobsen

In Honor of Excellence

LETTERS I”D LIKE TO WRITE

June 17, 2018

Dear Joe Buck,

I’d like to explain excellence to you, because obviously you have no idea of its meaning. Sports professionals are measureded by their statistics, or the feats they have accomplished thus far in their careers. Phil Mickelson has won 43 times on tour; he has 3 Masters Green Jackets (one of 16 professionals to ever have accomplished that); 1 PGA; 1 Open; 16 times runner-up at the US Open; 700 weeks (13.5 years) in the top 10; and World Golf Hall of Famer. His 34 plus years; 26 Professional, plus University and High School; in golf uniquely qualify him as far a knowledge, capability and commitment to the sport are concerned.  He has the respect of his peers (of which Joe Buck you are not one), he has the love of golf fans in the galleries that follow him all over  the world, he has the trust and respect of his demanding long-time sponsors like Rolex, Workaday, Callaway, Titleist, Barclays and Ford. I think one would conclude from that resumé, Phil knows what he is doing on a golf course and understands the importance of maintaining high standards.

Yesterday at the US Open, on the thirteenth hole Phil saw a losing battle with his putter, and with split-second decisiveness, decided to out-sprint a runaway missed putt and backhand it on the fly, fully aware that he would incur a 2 stroke penalty. The smile to “Beef” was a knowing one, not a sign of disrespect for the game.

Joe Buck, a career sportscaster, with a controvercial background, with known disrespect for his colorists, decided in his infinite lack of wisdom to lable Phil a paraiah, disrespectful of not only the course and the Open, but of his livelehood as well. Wake up Joe Buck, and show some respect for the hard working professionals you sportscast. You and your twin Jim Nance need a long hard lesson in humility, or is that not a word in your vocabulary.

Dick Jacobsen

Hey Colbert? You Know What’s Really Funny?

What’s really funny is, this idiot thought he was making a big leap in his career by hosting the Emmy’s. He laughed, sang danced and did everything he could to win our hearts and minds. Many of Hilary’s ‘Bevy of Beaut’s’ tuned in to watch their Golden Boy singe the screen with his toxic wit and sarcastic sense of humor. I don’t think, however, that he realized that, many of President Trumps “Basket of Deplorables’,against their better judgement, tuned in also to watch the awards. If they were anything like me, they tuned out shortly thereafter.

Oooops! All of a sudden 62,000,000 other people in the US got a first hand look at what a real jerk looks like.

Hey Commish – Show ‘Em A Day At The Beach

Hey Commish, here’s what you need to do. Since your charges are all twenty to thirty somethings, you are going to have to tell them there was a war way back in the 40’s, called WWII. Tell them that a lot of our boys enlisted for that war effort, went over there, lied about their ages; ’cause they couldn’t wait to kill a few huns. Then, Commish, tell them a little about D’Day, like the fact that 2,500 of those boys died that day, and then show ’em the video above. It’ll confuse them, ’cause it ain’t the typical video they are used to.

 

Then, Commish, show them a few shots of the memorial at Colleville-sur-Mer, France. Let ’em take all that in. Then, Commish, tell ’em that the requirement for them to continue to play in the NFL, is, they have to find one of the survivors of WWII, (or Korea, Vietnam or The Desert Wars), then walk up to him, then take a knee, and then thank him, from the bottom of his millionaire heart, for the man’s service. Tell ’em, Commish, they better hurry ’cause there ain’t many of those WWII heroes left.

And Commish? If they don’t get it after that………they never will, and we’ll underastand.

I Hate Being So Indecisive

I used to think that Actors and Actresses were kind of ditsy people who couldn’t decide who they were, what kind of life they wanted, or what they wanted to do with their lives. I mean, the average marriage amongst them probably lasts an average of 3 to 5 years, or before the money runs out, or the star fades, or until the sex thing wears off, or whichever comes first. I could never understand how they could play in a shoot-em-up movie, one day, and then be in a gun control ad the next. It seems strange, to me, that they puff on cigarettes in a movie, and then take money for a ‘stop smoking ad’, because they care. Seems more like double dipping to me. But the ones that get me the most are the ones that host lavish parties, costing millions of dollars, for political entities like Obama, who then feels he needs to contribute millions of our taxpayer dollars to Ruanda, rather than veterans. Why don’t they just send the party money to Ruanda, and stay home and watch one of their movies, or TV reruns.

Although I still hold onto those thoughts, I’m now wondering if it isn’t their fans and followers that are ditsy. I mean watch the fans fall all over the celebs at the Oscars, screaming, sobbing, throwing undergarments, waving their arms, quite a scene actually. I can’t understand why the fans hang one every word the celebrity utters at Political Rallys, Political Conventions, Political ads. The celebs are certainly entitled to their political opinions, leanings and ideologies, but they don’t know any more about what they are talking about then does the man on the street, but yet thousands of fans look up and drool as Katie Perry says, “Can’t we all just love on eachother”. As profound as that statement is, I have no clue what it does to combat terrorism, fix immigration laws or ‘Make America Great Again’.

So now I’m lost, at an impass, pondering and posing who is the ditso, the one who can’t figure it out, or the one that idolizes him/her.

Media Lies – The Border Wall

It infuriates me when the Media out and out lies to make our President look bad. We all know that President Trump ran on the “We’re gonna build that wall folks, that I can tell you,” platform. 63,000,000 people supported that platform, me included. A secure border, with a country that disrespects our sovereignty, is a necessity. (Note: We don’t have a wall with Canada.) Trump is working very hard to make the wall a reality, and the News Media, for some unfathomable reason, is doing everything it can to stop it.

Last night I was watching CBS Evening news, which Trump bashed for at least 60% of the time, and a stalwart reporter came on to report on the wall and how it was coming along. She blurted out every negative thought she could concerning the wall and then ended with, “It could cost the American Taxpayer as much as 40 Billion (with a B) dollars…….Anthony.”

“Wow!” I said, “How can that be?”

Forty Billion dollars is $40,000,000,000. If we build the wall over every foot of terrain between the US and Mexico that would be approximately 2,500 miles. Do the math and that means, according to CBS News, the wall will cost the American Taxpayer $16,000,000 per mile. That is $16 Million dollars per mile. As a person who has spent his life in the construction business, I would kill to build every single mile of that wall. The reporting is misleading and irresponsible. Shame on you News Media. Shame on you.

Orators vs: Speakers The Difference Isn’t Subtle

Barak Obama was, and I suppose still is, a Speaker. He currently makes $400,000 a speech. He crafts and hones his words, he practices hand motions, facial expressions, shifts side to side, and rarely, if ever, says anything worthwile. Every word is politically correct and designed to appeal to a narrow group of people. He is extremely smart and uses his intellect to beguile. He is a handsome man and uses his appearance to seduce. He is a very persuasive actor.

On the other hand, Donald Trump is an orator. I define orator as someone who has something to say and says it plainly and simply so that everyone can understand him. He does not mix words. Speaking to world leaders at the UN he said, “In everything I do I consider the well-being of America and American’s first. Every leader of every sovereign nation should consider the well-being of his nation and it’s citizens first.” No word-smithing there. Easy to understand, and it says something.

I listen to every word President Trump says when he speaks because he speaks from the heart, and he says what he thinks. He uses words I understand, and I don’t feel that he is reaching into my back pocket every time he opens his mouth. Some feel that is offensive, not me, I feel it is honest.

I strongly recommend that you listen to his UN speech. I have no questions in my mind how he feels about the UN, Kim Jong Un, The Iran Neuclear Deal and Russia. I know where my President stands, and now, so does the entire world.

What A Disgusting Display Of Celebrity

Years ago a Celebrity was someone that most people revered, looked up to, adored, and yes, worshiped; for pursuits ranging from heroism, stardom, athleticism, good works, religion and other pursuits. We have elevated many of our midst to ultra levels of acclaim and accord for their hard work and hard earned capability. Some of the celebrities that I embraced over the years include, Franklin Delano Roosevelt, Dwight David Eisenhower, Cousin Evald (a WWII Pacific Ace), Moshe Dayan, Golda Meir, John Kennedy, Paul Newman, Robert Mitchum, Grace Kelly, Bob Fossey and, of course, many others. Celebrity, to me, meant popularity (the state or condition of being liked, admired, or supported by many people). Celebrity, to me, also carried with it elements of respect and esteem, and a genuine appreciation of accomplishment.

Last Sunday night the Emmy Awards was held to honor Celebrities in the Television Industry. The Industry chose Stephen Colbert to be Master of their Ceremony. Oprah Winfrey sat up front ant center, as did many other smiling, tittering, ignoramuses. As the evening wore on, literally, the jokes and inuendo became so disgusting that I and everyone else watching with me wanted no more, so we shut the television off and stared at each other speechlessly for several minutes, and then we all realized that we and 62 Million other prople had just been terribly appallingly maligned.

We had a rousing discusssion about how disgusting the “Award Shows” have become and how wisdomatically the television academy had chosen as its master of ceremonies, one of the most disgusting people on the Planet, and featured close seconds, Alec Baldwin, and Melissa McCarthy. Several said that they thought that they thought they had noticed a few audience members showed signs of guilt and regret, but felt that they were in the vast majority. We then realized that we were actually supporting the disgusting behavior of the television industry by watching their

Apparently my friends and I are not in the minority judging from the criticisms from the news media and social media. “The Emmys have reached a new level of popular appeal…….Rock Bottom”. Congratulations are in order to Colbert for bringing the Emmys down to his level of capability.

To All The Girls I’ve Loved Before

Well I just received my “23andMe” reports on my Ancestral DNA. The reports have confirmed many of my presupposed ideas that my heratige is 53% Scandanavian; 12% British/Irish (bringing in the Viking element), 28% French/German, and the remainder broadly Northwestern European. I already knew this as a result of my one and only trip to Denmark where I was able to trace three generations of Scandahouves on my father’s side (going back to the early 1800). The Vikings landed in Ireland/England in the early days.

Apparently I also contain 283 of 2,872 Neanderthal Variants (nearly 10%) , which is higher than 58% of 23andMe’s other customers (the most being 400). What does that mean? I probably have straight hair, which I do. I’m probably tall, which I guess I am at 6′-2″. I don’t know much about the other 281, they didn’t go into that much detail.

The 10% Neanderthal Variants thing started me thinking though. This means somebody in my family tree swung down and had sex with a Neanderthal at least 40,000 years ago, and I’m still taking the hit for it today.

So…..to all the girls I’ve loved before, especially those of you who screamed “You Neanderthal”, at the end of our date, you were right. Who knew.