Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Iowahawk on SPENDING can be found HERE. You must see this YouTube Video of Iowahawk's explanation of SPENDING.
Before you look at it, take a quick look at the numbers below.
The following is courtesy of the Air Force Association (AFA):
Snapshot of the U.S. Government financial situation:
* U.S. Tax revenue: $2,170,000,000,000
* Federal budget: $3,820,000,000,000
* New debt: $ 1,650,000,000,000
* National debt: $14,271,000,000,000
* Recent budget cuts: $ 38,500,000,000
Let's now remove 8 zeros and pretend it's a household budget:
* Annual family income: $21,700
* Money the family spent: $38,200
* New debt on the credit card: $16,500
* Outstanding balance on the credit card: $142,710
* Total budget cuts: $385
The problem is spending. Spending on what? Government! When the government "hires" an employee, they must take money from taxpayers to pay the employee.
Simply put government is OVERHEAD. It is a force pulling down the economy. Government should facilitate commerce, not prevent it. Right now we have too much government.
Think about this, the Federal Government talks about BUDGET CUTS, yet the BUDGET CUTS are SPENDING INCREASES!
Cut spending! Who cares how much you budget. CUT SPENDING.
Actually, if we just froze spending in about 10 years we would have a surplus.
At least a drunken sailor quits spending when he runs out of money! I know, I was one.
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
It has stopped printing. After the upgrade to OSX 10.7 Lion, it printed 65 cards, then would print no more. Now, it appears Evolis does not yet support Lion. They claim they will in the first part of 2012.
Tuesday, December 06, 2011
Seventy years ago tonight, as this is written, twenty-nine year old LTjg Jackson D. Arnold, USN, USNA Class of 1934, an Engineering Test Pilot assigned to Ford Island in the middle of Pearl Harbor was at one of the usual Saturday night parties very common at the time. He and his new girlfriend Muriel McChesney would not get home until early the next morning. No problems, it was going to be a lazy Sunday. He could sleep in. Jack was, in today’s terms, a Party Animal. He dropped off Muriel at her home a mile or so away near the foot of Diamond Head and went home to what might be generously called sleep. Things were good, things were stable. All was well.
Things would change. Change faster than Jack could imagine.
Just before 0800, Jack awoke to the biggest bang he had heard since he was the Officer in Charge of ARIZONA’s Number Four Turret. He rolled out of bed, ran out side and looked up. Divebombers, rolling in on Pearl Harbor, meatballs on their sides. The bang had been a Jap mistaking his pickle button for a radio key. A 500 pounder fell a few hundred feet from his front lanai. He ran back inside, put on his khaki uniform, grabbed his desktop radio and headed towards Pearl, with a quick stop to give Muriel the radio and tell her to keep her wits about her and listen to the radio.
Into his car and towards Pearl. As he raced along what is now Nimitz Highway, through the cane fields, a military staff car pulled in front of him, shortly thereafter a truck pulled in behind him. A convoy of three. Soon a Zero found them, rolling in, he strafed the staff car, which ran off into the cane fields. The Jap came back around and rolled in on the truck, riddled with bullets, it went off burning into the cane fields. Jack had had enough of that, he pulled off the road and dove under the car. After about two minutes, it came to him; there he was under the only potential target. He decided he would more likely survive if he were a moving target and not hiding under the gas tank. Back on the road! In a few minutes he came to the Pearl Boat Facility where he looked for a launch to Ford Island. No launches! Then, he looked in the boat shed. It was full of launches and cowering coxswains.
Jack jumped into the launch closest to the open boat house door. A coxswain came out, “You can’t take that, she’s mine.” Jack said, “Well, she’s going to Ford Island.” “Not without me driving,” as the coxswain hopped aboard and started her.
Arriving at Ford Island in the middle of the first wave, Jack sprinted across the field, scrambled into the only flyable F-4F Wildat and got her running. A plane captain clambered up the side of the running aircraft to tell him that not only was the aircraft very low on fuel, but it was totally devoid of ammunition. So much for his first air to air victory. With no other flyable aircraft remaining, he looked about for a way to “contribute to the war effort.”
Just before the second wave hit, Jack came across a young Marine who had lost his life in the first wave attack, but kept his BAR from hitting the ground. Jack, having been on the All Navy Rifle and Pistol Teams and an avid bird hunter felt at home with the Browning. As he stood there near the base of the new tower, a lone torpedo bomber rolled in to strafe the tower and thus him. Judging his lead carefully, he emptied two magazines into the Jap, killing the pilot and severing a line or two. Smoke and flame poured from the plane as it crashed on the field. The second wave was gone. Jack went over to the wreck, it was the Torpedo Squadron Commander. Jack took a bottle of sake from the plane, they would not need it now. He took a big gulp, passed it to sailors gathering to see what he had found, and ran back to the whaleboat he had taken to Ford Island.
Grabbing the launch, he put out for ARIZONA to pick up survivors. The first person he pulled from the water exclaimed, “Mr. Arnold! Mr. Arnold! Mr. Arnold!” Looking at the man, covered head to toe in bunkers, black as a seal, Jack responded, “Sir, you have the advantage of me. Who the blazes are you?” The slippery dark form responded, “Sir, it is me, Johnson.” The Number Four Turret Captain, the Petty Officer with whom Jack had worked on his first assignment out of the Naval Academy.
Things would change for Jack. In five weeks, he would marry his new girl friend Muriel, a marriage that would last over 60 years. In less than a year, he would be a full Commander, form a new Air Group, Air Group Two, be the Torpedo Squadron Commander, with a very short but more successful career than the Jap Commander he shot down. He would be Air Group Two’s first Commander or CAG for her first War Cruise on HORNET, the second carrier of that name. Shooting down four more Japs, he would command the most successful Air Group of the war. After the war, Jack would be Air Officer on BOXER, one of the first jet pilots in the Navy, then go into the Bureau of Naval Materiel. He would design space suits, pioneer new techniques in aircraft and ship procurement. Then finally he would be the first Commander of the newly formed Naval Materiel Command, the biggest command in the Navy. He would retire as a Four Star Admiral. But, he would always be known as Gentleman Jack whose men would follow him anywhere.