The debate over sequestration provides a distraction from real issues that caused our current predicament.
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Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Monday, February 25, 2013
Saturday, February 23, 2013
Saturday, February 16, 2013
For the record
Sabbath morn.
Your government lies to you and mainstream media serves as a willing outlet to spread those lies.
It’s for that reason I first visited the Agonist and other alternative media sites during the buildup to Iraq 2. I knew the stories we were being fed were bull shit. That’s not to say everything I find is true; in fact I often have to wade through considerable crap in my search, but the truth is to be found with a bit of investigative work and common sense.
I found another source of truth mired amongst Russian propaganda on the RT network.
You should not surprised to learn from Abby Martin’s Breaking the Set that cops intentionally set ablaze the cabin where cop-killer Christopher Dorner took refuge, nor that mainstream media first ignored this unsavory detail and then later lied about it to protect the police force.
Your government lies to you and mainstream media serves as a willing outlet to spread those lies.
It’s for that reason I first visited the Agonist and other alternative media sites during the buildup to Iraq 2. I knew the stories we were being fed were bull shit. That’s not to say everything I find is true; in fact I often have to wade through considerable crap in my search, but the truth is to be found with a bit of investigative work and common sense.
I found another source of truth mired amongst Russian propaganda on the RT network.
You should not surprised to learn from Abby Martin’s Breaking the Set that cops intentionally set ablaze the cabin where cop-killer Christopher Dorner took refuge, nor that mainstream media first ignored this unsavory detail and then later lied about it to protect the police force.
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Wal-Mart and low, low prices....
OK. I confess. I went to Wal-Mart again.
It all started when Leah and I decided to drive to Boerne last Saturday to pick up a mare I bought. I borrowed a trailer from a brother—his is a two horse—smaller and easier to navigate in tight places than my gooseneck.
I noticed the tread on one of the trailer tires was cracked so I stopped by a local tire shop. He had nothing used that’s fit the trailer. Apparently the change to larger wheels in modern trucks has left a dearth of 14 and 15 inch tires, once easily acquired for a spare $20 bill.
I asked how much a new tire would be.
“Do you really want to know?”
“Yes.”
“One hundred and twenty bucks.”
I passed, thinking the tire might hold up, or that I could acquire another elsewhere for less.
About ten miles before reaching Boerne, the tire exploded, spewing shards and scraps of rubber into the air and onto the highway behind. I called the man with the mare only to learn that all tire dealers in the small town closed for weekends, except for my favorite-in-the-whole-wide-world establishment, the friendly Wal-Mart, home of low low prices….
We limped into the parking lot and found the tire and battery section. I went through the door that you can get in but can’t get out of and told a woman I needed a tire.
With a go-to-hell look, she asked what sized tire I needed.
I went out and retrieved the number after she let me out of the one-way door.
Number in hand, I returned and gave her the info.
“That tire runs $130.”
“OK. Guess I have to have it. It’s on my horse trailer….”
“We can’t change tires on trailers. You’ll have to take it off and bring it in.”
Which, I did.
And then we waited for three hours. I shit you not.
During the three hour wait I went shopping twice and Leah went once. What the fuck else you going to do? Of course, each trip in the one-way door necessitated getting let out, reminiscent of jails and prisons I once inhabited.
When the tire was fixed, I hunted down the friendly “staff member” who was hiding elsewhere in the store so I could pay and leave, only to learn that when all was said and done, my new low, low price Wal-Mart tire cost me $180 and change to retrieve and I got to put the damn thing back on my trailer in their parking lot for no additional charge.
It all started when Leah and I decided to drive to Boerne last Saturday to pick up a mare I bought. I borrowed a trailer from a brother—his is a two horse—smaller and easier to navigate in tight places than my gooseneck.
I noticed the tread on one of the trailer tires was cracked so I stopped by a local tire shop. He had nothing used that’s fit the trailer. Apparently the change to larger wheels in modern trucks has left a dearth of 14 and 15 inch tires, once easily acquired for a spare $20 bill.
I asked how much a new tire would be.
“Do you really want to know?”
“Yes.”
“One hundred and twenty bucks.”
I passed, thinking the tire might hold up, or that I could acquire another elsewhere for less.
About ten miles before reaching Boerne, the tire exploded, spewing shards and scraps of rubber into the air and onto the highway behind. I called the man with the mare only to learn that all tire dealers in the small town closed for weekends, except for my favorite-in-the-whole-wide-world establishment, the friendly Wal-Mart, home of low low prices….
We limped into the parking lot and found the tire and battery section. I went through the door that you can get in but can’t get out of and told a woman I needed a tire.
With a go-to-hell look, she asked what sized tire I needed.
I went out and retrieved the number after she let me out of the one-way door.
Number in hand, I returned and gave her the info.
“That tire runs $130.”
“OK. Guess I have to have it. It’s on my horse trailer….”
“We can’t change tires on trailers. You’ll have to take it off and bring it in.”
Which, I did.
And then we waited for three hours. I shit you not.
During the three hour wait I went shopping twice and Leah went once. What the fuck else you going to do? Of course, each trip in the one-way door necessitated getting let out, reminiscent of jails and prisons I once inhabited.
When the tire was fixed, I hunted down the friendly “staff member” who was hiding elsewhere in the store so I could pay and leave, only to learn that when all was said and done, my new low, low price Wal-Mart tire cost me $180 and change to retrieve and I got to put the damn thing back on my trailer in their parking lot for no additional charge.
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