Mitt Romney for President

As today is Election Today Sunday and the newspapers endorse their candidates on this Sunday before Election Today, Belle’s Blog (“Let Freedom Ring”) is endorsing Mitt Romney for president.

Mitt is the right man at the right time.  He has the right credentials, the right attitude, and the right plan to return our nation to solvency, sanity, and self-sufficiency.  As the CEO of Bain Capital, his business was turning around ailing companies.  If he can turn around ailing companies, he can turn around our ailing country.

Did he have to suggest (or insist upon) bankruptcy proceedings for some companies?  Sure, he did.  Some of them came through the bankruptcies.  Some companies had to lay off employees, it’s true; but others returned to a state of financial health where they could hire new employees.

America is one going-concern that he is not going to allow to go under.  The road back from a $16 trillion debt will be rocky.  One segment of the economy he is certainly going to have to either lay-off or rein in is the public sector, so that public sector employees are making a salary comparable to that of the taxpayers who are supporting them.

He will make sure that we’re energy independent.  We don’t agree with him about the viability of certain alternate energy sources such as wind power, which is incredibly unreliable, or electric cars.  We have other alternate resources which are workable such as natural gas and clean coal – sources his opponent has done his best to oppose.

Mitt knows who America’s friends are.  He will stand by Israel and Iraq, the only true democracies in the Middle East.  He understands the difference between representative government and representative repressors.  Romney will not bow to foreign regimes that hate us and will never trade with a free and religiously tolerant America.  Previous administrations may have had to pay off corrupt, but secular dictators (which wasn’t a good thing), but our colors have never run (as Mark Steyn put it in his book, America Alone) as they have in the last decade.

Best of all, Mitt will get our economy running again and let the free market do what it does best – and Big Government does  not.  If you have any doubts, tune in to New Jersey this past week.  Our Jersey Shore took a bad hit.  We didn’t have the same number of deaths as New Orleans did during Hurricane Katrina did.  That’s because we didn’t sit around waiting for the government to bail us out.

New York City is a much bigger city than New Orleans, with a saltwater bay.  The Big Apple usually only gets brushed by hurricanes.  This time, it was only brushed by the northern edge.  The eye of this storm was somewhere between Atlantic City and Asbury Park.   No one has said where the eye actually landed because the National Weather Service insists it wasn’t a hurricane but an extra-tropical storm.  New York took the brunt of its northern edge (as did New Jersey).  The city was flooded for somewhere between five and seven miles – from the Battery to 34^th Street.

New York’s Mayor Bloomberg didn’t point fingers (although he stupidly endorsed Obama).  He didn’t weep and wail – although he sure did talk a lot.  But he kept in touch with his city.  Wherever help was needed, help was given.  Residents in the Big Easy know what it’s like to be under water – it happens all the time to them, being on the Gulf Coast.

What they don’t know what it’s like is to be freezing cold.  This storm struck all the East Coast states from North Carolina to Maine.  Yet, you don’t hear a word from the New Englanders, who got all the rain and snow from Sandy.  You’ve heard about the Jersey Shore, because that’s where the storm made landfall and hit hardest.

Wherever you saw a news report, you saw our governor, Chris Christie, tirelessly trouping up and down the Shore, comforting the stricken residents, ordering up utility trucks, and making sure residents got the help they needed.  Three trucks went roaring down Knolls Road in Bloomingdale last night to get the power up on Westdyke Bend.  Within an hour, Mom had power.  Thank you, PSE&G and Butler Electric!

Gov. Christie has been one of Mitt Romney’s staunchest supporters.  Yet you didn’t see Romney in the Garden State, as you saw Obama (if you didn’t blink).  Ninety minutes.  That’s how long Obama spent in this Blue State before he left again to go out on the campaign trail.  Just presidential enough to keep his standing and keep his Blue State voters, but just short enough for him to play the Emperor’s Son (from the movie Gladiator) – ‘Am I too late!?  Am I too late!?’

Romney tactfully stayed away from New Jersey so it wouldn’t look like he was “campaigning.”  If he’s elected, you can depend upon him to come to visit. If Obama’s elected – don’t count on it.  Or if he does, he’ll visit Newark and Jersey City, the minority cities that gave him the vote.  He’ll never visit the equally beleaguered suburbs that he hates and said so in his autobiography, “Dreams from My Father.”

Finally, there are the jobs and taxes.  West Milford is the most taxed town in the most taxed county in the country (to say nothing of the state).  West Milford and the north and western suburbs, as of this writing, still have no power.  They don’t have the gas to get to the jobs they need to support those blighted cities.  Many of us in the north and western suburbs no longer have jobs to get to (at least we don’t have to worry about getting on gas lines).

Whose fault do you think that is?  Companies can’t afford to do business here.  If you’re thinking of voting for Obama, or for New Jersey Democrats, your job could be next.  It’s not the “evil rich” Republicans who’ve robbed us.  Romney – and Conservative New Jersey legislature – could get New Jersey back to work again.  Democrats will only give more “power” to their welfare, minority voters and super-wealthy backers, and leave what’s left of the Middle Class taxpayers.

Under Obama, you’ll either be one or the other, with no bridge between the two economic states because Obama and his cronies will have blasted it to kingdom come.  You won’t have a prayer of taking care of yourselves, any more than you could light or heat your own homes and towns (unless you were lucky enough to live in the little town of self-sustaining Butler and its sister town, Bloomingdale).  Everyone else in New Jersey had to depend on the government.  Gov.

Christie is doing his best, but in a centrally-planned and powered government, Hurricane Sandy is what happens.  The far northern and western suburbanites and ex-urbanites are survivalists, like my younger brother.  That’s why they moved that far out from the city; so they could fend for themselves and not have to depend on the government.  If the government would just get out of the way and let them do for themselves, with their chainsaws, big trucks, and big generators, it’s one less thing the government would have to worry about.

We were talking about Mitt Romney for president, though (I hope he’ll forgive us).  Jobs are the key, and Mitt is the guy to get paying jobs back, especially in New Jersey.  The Media has people looking at him as the guy who got everyone laid off.  But it isn’t like that.  Romney the Republican didn’t get people laid off; Obama the Omnipotent Democrat did, taxing the life out of the suburbs so he could buy votes in the minority-dominant cities.  Companies packed up and headed for other shores because they couldn’t afford to do business here.

Cut the corporate taxes and companies will return with their jobs.  Sure, that might mean more people in the cities will have to learn to do for themselves.  Property ownership has its responsibilities (paying for downed trees).  But isn’t it nice if you own a house with a fireplace that you can chainsaw all those trees into wood for your fireplace?

In the long-run no one wants to have to live like backwoodsmen.  We want the jobs that can support our lifestyle.  Vote for Obama, and we can count on more gas and electricity shortages because he’ll drive up the price of oil and electric that we won’t be able to afford it.  Without jobs, we will have to “live off the land” or live in the bondage of cold, cement-floor condominiums and apartments, dependent upon a government that decides who’s going to get heat and who doesn’t (that’s what happened here in New Jersey – and that was with a Republican governor).

Vote for Romney and you won’t have to worry as keenly about how you’re going to pay your bills because you’ll have a job and savings.  You’ll have oil for gas and natural gas for your heat, with solar energy as a surprisingly handy backup in the case of power outage.  You’ll have food to eat and your kids will be able to go to school instead of nagging you because they’re bored without their electronic games.

See the light and vote for Romney.  America will be as you knew her – a vibrant, modern nation, not one you’ll be reminiscing over a campfire in your backyard?

Let There Be Light - And Self-Reliance

Let There Be Light – and Self-Reliance

 

As you readers might have surmised by now, I’m a New Jersey resident, living in the northern part of the state.  The worst part of Hurricane Sandy struck our shore towns, and all our prayers are with the Shore residents.  Particularly heartbreaking to us is the loss of Seaside Heights, the preferred shore amusement destination for families living in northern New Jersey (Wildwood is much farther south and a longer drive, too long for families with young children).  I remember all the good times we had there and at Island Beach State Park.

Being somewhat less of a priority, the Media hasn’t noticed northern New Jersey.  They didn’t see our cordoned-off highways, tree-blocked roads, and darkened towns.  No one is to blame, there; the Jersey Shore got hit hardest.  After three very chilly nights and days spent at Mom’s house (just over the hill from where I live), the power has come back to my town.  Mom didn’t have electric – she still doesn’t, but more about that later – but she did have natural gas, and a younger son with a huge diesel pick-up truck from which he was able to run a wire and give Mom electrical power so she’d have light.  I spent my days at Mom’s so I could have something to eat and some very cold nights in my own place to make sure no one tried to break in.

Let us remember our priorities.  Our family happened to be lucky and live in a lucky town that has its own power authority.  Most of Mom’s town and the town that supplies the electricity had electricity within about a day or two of Hurricane Sandy.  All that’s left is a small piece of my mother’s street, which we affectionately call Cape Canaveral for the way it lights up like a landing strip (at least as seen from Mom’s hilltop home) at Christmas.  The other end is a curving, snake of a road that barely grasps the side of the hill in one place.  On cold winter nights, you can look down upon the town below, lit up like a fairy village and sing, “O Little Town of Bloomingdale…” 

The southern section of the road is where the damage occurred.  An enormous oak tree fell on top of the property owner’s car and then struck down the utility pole on their property as well as the utility pole across the street.  The owner had some problems getting hold of their insurance company so they could inspect the damage and remove the tree.  The tree was finally cleared from the road but the utility guys still haven’t come to restore the lines.  We’re not sure why.

My town took a bit longer to get the power restored.  When I came home this afternoon to feed my cats and check on things, I noticed that it was warm.  I flipped the dining room light switch and there was light.  Hallelujah!  If you want to know what’s the matter with clustered home or condominium living, just ask us.  First, we’re all electric.  That meant no heat as well as no power.  These types of buildings are constructed on concrete slabs, just to enhance that sensation of freezing cold.  My basement was actually warmer than my apartment.  My male cat immediately took up his place in the sun bed in the kitchen and stuck his head down towards the baseboard heater.

Before any power could be restored in New Jersey, trees had to be removed – and the trees were down everywhere.  This wasn’t like your typical summer thunderstorm, where one area happens to get hit, or even the path of tornado; the damage is everywhere, from one end of the state to the other.  Older brother, taking a break from his duties as a facilities manager, came to Mom’s house for dinner then we rode up to his house.  Younger brother had already been there to check on things, since OB couldn’t leave his workplace to check on his house.  Four enormous trees came down on his property – all laterally, across the property rather than on top of his house.  Had they fallen on his house, he wouldn’t have had a house left.

But what an adventure we had just getting there.  All the lights on Route 23 were out, so no cars were allowed to cross the highway – and he lives on the north side of the highway.  The main road into his town was closed off, so we had to take a back way in, once we found a u-turn strip that wasn’t taped off.  We found ourselves looking at the roots of huge tree trunks on both sides of the road.

Ridge Road had been blocked by a tree.  Earlier in the day, Younger Brother, on his way to check on Older Brother’s house, found his big diesel couldn’t fit under the tree.  So he got out his trusty chainsaw and started removing the obstacle.  Nothing could get by due to the branches.  As he was getting it out of the way, a cop came along and told him to stop.  That’s our government for you.  They don’t want us to do anything for ourselves.  Either the government does it or it doesn’t get done at all, and in this case, the rest of the tree was only removed today.  However, YB had removed enough of the branch for low-profile vehicles to get under.  Mind you, it’s a scary prospect.  But when it’s the only way home and you don’t know what other roads are blocked in a town called “Oak Ridge” you’re going to take the chance.

Navigating our local area has been something of a challenge these last few days.  The shortest route to Mom’s house was blocked by a downed tree or power line.  As it’s between two blind bends, no one can really tell what it is.  Then, of course, Mom’s road was blocked where that tree went down so that meant another detour.

Then there was the problem of getting to the only store open in our area the day after the storm – Wal-Mart.  Since the lights were out and the highway was cordoned off, southbound drivers had to figure out a way to get from the northbound side of the highway where Wal-Mart is, to the southbound.  The only north side turnaround is a good five miles up the road, unless you’re a local and know the back roads down to the Hamburg Turnpike and the Rt. 287 (and only other) access to southbound Rt. 23.

On the day after the storm, I decided to walk across the street to the shopping center to see what was open.  With no power, absolutely nothing was open.  A man was walking along the mall sidewalk in the opposite direction.  I commented about how nothing was open.

“I’m open,” he said dolefully.  “Do you want to buy a pizza?”

I told him, “Sure!”  I knew I was going to Mom’s house for dinner.  But he was desperate for business and many of my neighbors are elderly and had no place to go for a warm meal.  The pizza guy didn’t have electric, but he must have had natural gas for his ovens, so I bought a pizza (with cash) and brought it back for my neighbors who hadn’t had any kind of warm meal since the power went out.

The shopping center finally got power.  I went to the pizza guy’s last night and just as I had told him, his eatery was packed with customers, his employees running back and forth trying to keep up with all the orders.

Now that our power is back here, the Jersey Shore is being rescued, and we’re all warm again here in my complex, I want to thank God for sparing us as much as he could.  I do not have such kind words for Gov. Christie or Pres. Obama.  Obama spent exactly 90 minutes in Atlantic City, was shown hugging one person, and playing patty-cake-on-the-back with our governor.  We were listening to the event on Mom’s battery-powered radio.  Their words are still ringing in my ears:  Gov. Christie:  “I’m proud to say that Newark was the first city to have power restored.”  And Obama:  “We know it’s bad everywhere in New Jersey, but you’ll just have to tough it out.”

Excuse me?  Excuse ME?!  I don’t begrudge Newark its power.  But it sounds like there was a political hierarchy to where power was restored first.  Butler and Bloomingdale, the downed trees notwithstanding, didn’t have to rely on the government for help.  Butler had a blown transformer.  Once it was restored, so was power.  That’s all there was to that. 

That’s one reason for not having regional utility authorities.  Shared services between local communities; sure.  Regional utility authorities; not so much.  Well, New Jersey, that’s why you’re suffering.  That’s why Newark and Jersey City have power but West Milford and Oak Ridge don’t.   You may save some money by regionalizing.  But when the trees and the power are down, and you have elderly people and children freezing and going hungry, whether they be in Newark or Oak Ridge, you’re mighty glad to have that local authority to take care of its own.

“Tough it out?” Mister Obama??  Tough it out?!!  My younger brother would have been glad to take the rest of that tree down so the Ridge Road residents could get to their homes.  YB is a survivalist; a camper, caver, mountain climber.  He’s big and he’s strong; he’s “tough.”  He’d have gotten the job done.  In fact, many of the Oak Ridge residents themselves have chainsaws and could have cleared that road.  Only the government wouldn’t let them.  The tree wasn’t in their way; the government was.

We can tough it out, Mister.  Just get the hell out of our way.  Christie softened his tone a bit today as he once again toured the Jersey Shore, admitting that no matter how glad you’re supposed to feel that your neighbor that they’ve got power, if you’re sitting in the dark with no heat, no electricity, and no food, feeling glad for your neighbor just isn’t going to work for you.

Mom is 88 and her artificial hip has been giving her pain.  My power came back but I still went over to her house.  She was weary of sitting in the dark, sometimes alone but more often with me or one or both of my brothers, though warm from the steam heat on the natural gas stove and obviously able to cook food if not refrigerate it.  She misses her television tremendously, however, and was all the more downcast because only those 25 to 50 homes on her road are without power.  Feeling isolated that way can work such an evil on your spirits.

Down at the end of the street she can see lights, and on the two opposing hills above her house, she can see people have power.  She was so depressed between the pain and the darkness, she started turning to morbid thoughts about future funerals and coffins.  Finally, I insisted as best I could that we take the food to my place where there was heat, light, and television.  Once she ate and got to watch the local news and see what was happening, her spirits lifted.  By the time we returned to her house, she was the Mom we all know and love once again.

Meanwhile, people at the gas stations were starting to panic.  I went to mail something at my local post office this afternoon and found out I couldn’t get there because the police had cordoned off the road for the gas line.  The line actually snaked through the post office parking lot.  Tensions were high at the gas station and as I passed by, I heard voices and tempers flaring.  One of the patrol officers went over to investigate and calm things down.

The Mainstream Media has only begun to notice the gas lines.  They won’t see them again now for awhile.  In Bloomingdale, the last gas station, the Gulf Station, has shut down except for fuel for emergency vehicles.  The line began at Butler Park and at the Bloomingdale Municipal Building (the road forks at its north end), all the way to the end of town where the gas station is.  That’s to say nothing of the people with generators lined up to fill their gas cans.

If anyone underestimates the importance of gasoline, they can take a good look at those lines.  No, the people on those lines aren’t poor, but somewhere in the affluent Middle Class, so maybe you think they don’t deserve pity.  What they are are workers who have to get to work in the morning, come what may.  They’re the ones supporting our blighted cities to the east and south.

Mass transit is the answer, you say?  Well guess what?  New York City’s subway and road tunnels were under water.  One lane of the Lincoln Tunnel between New York and New Jersey opened today and that was for buses only (understandably).  New York was closed and evacuated below 34^th Street.  The distance from 34^th Street to the Battery is a mighty long hike, and even further from 195^th Street, where the only access to New York City, the George Washington Bridge, was open to any traffic at all.  Commuters heading for midtown had to stand in line to take the GW bus across the span and then try to cram themselves into one of the uptown subway lines down to Midtown.

Why no gas, you wonder?  The news is that New York Harbor was so badly damaged that the oil tankers and barges can’t get into the Ports of Newark or Elizabeth to discharge their loads.  And once they pulled into their berth, as of this time, there’s no power to transfer the oil from the tanker to the refinery and from the refinery to the tanker trucks.  Then there’s the question of whether there’s enough diesel fuel for the trucks to make their deliveries.

Meanwhile, one of the reasons the power company truck can’t get up to my mother’s road to restore the power may be that there’s no fuel for the trucks.  Gov. Christie finally got around to calling in the out-of-state cavalry, something he ought to have done as soon as the storm passed.

Most suburban New Jerseyans were on line at the Home Depots and Loews stores before the storm to buy batteries and generators (although you need a particularly large one to run a refrigerator), knowing they couldn’t just depend upon the government.  They were also on line to buy expensive bags of ice.  Really, you can make ice yourself for a lot less money if you just think and plan ahead.

Our supermarkets are open again.  Some had generators to preserve their cold food; others didn’t.  A “canny” person will stock up on canned foods and small quantities of cold food to put in their freezer.  The one thing I’d forgotten was dry milk.  That was the first thing I bought when my local supermarket reopened.  Another thing I bought were solar battery lights that I could set in my window during the day and shine at night.  And here I thought green energy was totally useless.

New Jersey is a lesson to the rest of the nation.  This was a natural catastrophe but it could have just as easily been a man-made catastrophe – a terrorist attack, an accident at a power plant, or even worse, an outright war.  Ask yourself whether you’re prepared, what you would do, and how you would survive if there was no one to help you?  What would you do if your government started “rationing” food, power, supplies for whatever reason?

With the election so close, I can’t help wondering whether these are “shortages” or deliberate “rationings” in order to score points for the Greenies?  To teach us Suburbanites a “lesson?”  Were we purposely left without power so we wouldn’t be able to view crucial pre-election commercials, while New Jersey inner cities were serviced immediately?

New Jersey was left in the dark.  When the lights finally come on for everyone, you’re going to see some pretty angry people.  They should beware and remain prepared, for now a Nor’easter us forecast for Wednesday and Thursday.  As for Election Day, let us hope that by living in the dark a light bulb will go on inside New Jerseyan’s heads and they’ll see the light about depending on the government.

 

Taking Shelter from the Socialist Storm

 “When you walk through a storm, hold your head up high and don’t be afraid of the dark.  At the end of the storm is a golden sun and the sweet silver song of the lark.”  “You’ll Never Walk Alone,” Carousel, 1945.

After leaving KL’s house yesterday to help her prepare for the storm – I live in a much drier section of town than she does – I took Riverdale Road out to the highway to get to Staples.  There I discovered the perfect Smart Growth community, layed out exactly as described in their books:  a monstrous-five story apartment building in the midst of an industrial park.

People don’t realize it, but it’s the stuff of nightmares.  This new Riverdale is not exactly a company town of the 19^th Century, but it’s certainly the company town of the 21^st.  All you’ll do is eat, sleep, go to work, and in your off-hours, play electronic games or watch propaganda television telling you what a great leader Obama is.  That’s what they do in China.  Nobody cares about politics or freedom; as long as they’re a member of the Party, they can count on a job.

Glenn Beck and the Blaze are reporting that at the moment, Obama has the electoral votes to win, but that it’s close.  We are duty-bound to do everything in our power to elect Mitt Romney to presidency.  What’s happening out there in the suburban neighborhoods, stores and malls, however, is that many people have chosen not to vote at all.  They definitely don’t like Obama but the brainwashing about Mitt Romney has worked.  He’s been branded an evil billionaire and just another Republican.  For the everyday, working class people, the label is sticking.

Still, Romney’s numbers are up, which means not everyone has bought the lie.  Hurricane Sandy may give us an assist – or not.  The storm surge coming up New York Bay is going to flood out low-lying sections of New Jersey’s liberal cities, particularly Jersey City, probably Newark, and definitely Asbury Park.  The storm is going to go west and then make a hook northward over Pennsylvania.  What goes up must come down, and those waters will eventually reach northern New Jersey’s main rivers.  Hurricane Irene did quite a lot of damage in Paterson.

The election is going to be close, and while we hope for the best, we must prepare for the worst.  Under Obama, what’s left of our credit and credibility will vanish, like the Jersey Shore sands under Hurricane Sandy.  The sand can only be replaced at great cost to the taxpayers.  A sort of “Sandulus” will have to be instituted in order to restore the beaches so the resort towns don’t go under water, literally and figuratively.  So it will be with our economy, if Hurricane Obama erodes our free market economic base and leaves America exposed to her competitors and debtors.

Stock up on non-perishable foods as soon as you can.  Inflation has set in and the prices are only going to get worse.  If you don’t have a large freezer, but have the room and the money for one, invest in one.  Some people are able to store up to a year’s worth of food in one of these big freezers.

Be prepared also for the onslaught against your children.  Children and young people are teetering on the precipice.  Pushing them over the edge into blind acceptance is an easy task.  Your children will be like the students of China.  They made a brave stand at Tianamen Square in the 1980s.  But after seeing a thousand students slaughtered in that demonstration, students took to sticking their heads in the sand, the same way American students do.

Some of us are collecting books that tell the truth about what has happened to America, financially, culturally, and religiously.  That someone would throw away a bible, be it only a children’s bible, is an unsettling sign.  If we lose God as our authority, there will be no one to turn to for help.  Some people can be trusted; others cannot, and they are the ones being voted into office.

If we don’t remove Obama from office, he will tax middle class families right out of their homes.  Pompton Lakes, between the DuPont flume and the flood zone, is a prime example of how the government will use its environmental powers to seize land and power.  There’s also Bloomingdale.  A government that can declare a pristine (never developed) woodland a “blighted area” can do anything.

They’re counting on time, the gender gap, and the Generation Gap to do the job for it.  The destruction of the nuclear family and even the extended family is key to destroying America.  Exploit the generation gap and you will have a younger generation that simply will not heed the lessons the older generation is trying to teach it.  The young are naturally stubborn.  The government hopes to downgrade their quest for freedom, for a family life, for financial independence in exchange for security and an easy lifestyle.

Mom and Dad always said there was an order to things:  God, country, family.  I asked them why country came before family.  They said that without a free country, having a family wouldn’t be possible, and that without God, freedom wouldn’t be possible.

There’s only one way to talk to God, and that’s through prayer, whether it’s the on-your-knees variety, or bowing your head and folding your hands at the table, meditating, or reading the Bible.  He’s willing to be there for us, but we must ask for His help.  He won’t just give it to us.  Or maybe He will.  However it is, we must trust in his wisdom and justice; not the Government’s.

“Walk on through the wind, walk on through the rain

Though your dreams be tossed and blown.
Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart
And you’ll never walk alone.
You’ll never walk alone.”  Carousel, 1945.

 

 

Sandy Insanity

“Sandy” Insanity

 

You’d think we New Jerseyans had never been through a hurricane before.  Back in 1985, Hurricane Gloria brushed us with her western edge.  Then there was Tropical Storm Floyd.  Guess he didn’t count because he got downgraded.  All the same, he sent Post Brook as high as anyone could ever remember it.

Garden Staters are freaking out.  People were asking directions for Lowes on Rt. 23, which was the last chance for anyone in northern New Jersey to buy a generator (I was stopped for gas and motorist asked me, “Do you live around here?  Do you know where Lowes is?”  Right up the highway.  I wonder if the people buying them realize how noisy they are?  Still, if you basement is filled to the ceiling with floodwater, who cares?  Wear earmuffs.

What I was doing so near to the bedlam that is the new Route 23 shopping strip?  Cell phone.  I couldn’t get airtime anymore for my old phone, so I decided to be a big spender and get a new one at Staples.  The market has definitely narrowed – AT&T, Verizon, or T-Mobile – or those two the same?  I decided to go with the tried-and-true.  AT&T has been around a long time, so maybe I won’t find my cell phone outdated in three years.

But the traffic!  Home Depot was packed.  Thank goodness I didn’t need to go in there.  Not a D battery was left in Stop & Shop, the A& P, or Shop Rite.  I’d had the good sense to buy a package of Ds about two months with a coupon when they were on sale.  I also have a AA flashlight.

So now I have the new cell phone.  Mom and Big Brother have the number.  My tablet is charged up.  All my outdoor furniture and Halloween decorations are in.  I was going to let the Scarecrow Family join me in the living room, but Daisy started eating Mother Scarecrow’s feet, so into the closet they went.  That’s all there is to hurricane preparation here in S.G.  I went down to the Ground Zero of our town to help my good friend KL get ready for the flood.

They’ve lost track of the number of times they’ve been flooded out.  She’s supposed to move to Pennsylvania for a job transfer but she and her husband are no sooner ready to sell the house than another flood comes along.  She said she got the company to wait until July.  However, when I mentioned the words “spring floods” she seemed to have second thoughts.  The L’s convinced FEMA to let them have one of those flood trailers, which can be driven out of the area.   

The flood plain people are great people; they help each other out packing up, moving things that can be moved and protecting what can’t.  Today was the L’s turn.  I showed up unexpectedly.  I miss KL.  I considered her my best word buddy.  Watching her work was great fun.  No one argued with General K.  She put me to work wrapping up the Christmas decorations and moving their library to the second floor.

Pretty soon, their other neighbors showed up and got them moving.  They told stories of previous floods and previous promises. On the way down, I noticed police barricading one of the streets and giving me a look as if to say, “Don’t even THINK of coming down this street!”  Seems the governor was coming to town.  By the time I got through with my circuit of chores, I could see many flashing lights at the Big Truck firehouse.  I shrugged and went home.  The only reason I knew Christie was there was because Mom called to tell me.  Yup, there he was – just a short drive down the road.  I still had too much to do, though.

Hurricane Sandy doesn’t worry me.  But our fire department does.  Every five years, they do a basement check.  If everything isn’t in beer and pretzels order, they fine you.  You can’t place anything within five feet of the water heaters.  Well – duhhh.  Believe it or not, though, people do those things.  A local fireman told me a story of how a house went up in flames when the owners placed wicker furniture next to the furnace.

You can’t block the electrical box.  Okay.  This year’s firehose-through-your-car-window rule is that you can’t have anything within two feet of the ceiling.  Well, the old color TV, PC monitor, and air conditioner were all out of date, anyway.  So I called Bigger Brother over to haul them away.  As a bonus, I gave him all of my ex sister-in-laws pocketbooks.  He was worried I was going to throw these expensive pocketbooks away and he wanted to give them to his current girlfriend.  God bless her, I said; take them!  Get these things out of my basement – I’m a two pocketbook woman.

I was glad for the excuse to get rid of all the junk in the basement.  I brought two carloads over to the Salvation Army.  What was left, I threw in our association dumpster.  When I opened the garbage bin, I was appalled to find someone had thrown out a Children’s Bible, and some other religious books.  That bible was in excellent condition.  Sometimes I just don’t know what people are thinking of.   So I plucked the poor bible and the other Jesus books out of the bin.  They are now a permanent part of my children’s book section. 

Meanwhile, my next-door-neighbor, the Tattooed Lady, inveigled or perhaps even bribed our landscapers on Tuesday to mow down all the tiger lilies and hosta plants (which were still in bloom) along the riverbank.  There is absolutely nothing now to stop the water from coursing down from the backyards across the parking lot, through the two curb cutaways that allow the maintenance vehicles through and right down the gulley that is the Tattooed Lady’s “backyard.”

I use the possessive term advisedly; it’s actually common ground.  None of us owns anything except our units, and she owns nothing at all, being a renter not an owner.  I e-mailed our property manager on Friday, and the Association Board came to look.  But the idiot maintenance guy decided it would be too much work.  In truth, there’s nothing they could do at that point.  So everyone just walked away.

Which is okay by me.  My spiteful neighbor claims she cut away all the plants because she “wanted to see the river.”  The chances that the river will come at this high are not very likely; it’s a very high bank.  Still, Tropical Storm Floyd set a new record, according to old-time tenants back in 1999.  The town played it safe this time, and released as much water as they could ahead of time.  Which is only get to get picked up by the storm again and find its way back here.  But that’s life at the Ground Zero of flooding, at least in northern New Jersey.  We should say a few prayers for Bound  Brook, N.J.; they’re going to get the eye of the storm.

As for the Tattooed Lady, even now, in 40 M.P.H. winds, she’s sitting out on her porch in the dark, “watching the river” even though it’s as dry as a desert gulch.  I hope she sits outside tomorrow, during the brunt of the hurricane (she’ll have to strap herself to her chair) and watch as what’s left of our soil goes cascading right off the cliff edge.

With any luck at all, it’ll take her barbecue patio with it.

 

 

 

 

"Sandy" Insanity

You’d think we New Jerseyans had never been through a hurricane before.  Back in 1985, Hurricane Gloria brushed us with her western edge.  Then there was Tropical Storm Floyd.  Guess he didn’t count because he got downgraded.  All the same, he sent Post Brook as high as anyone could ever remember it.

Garden Staters are freaking out.  People were asking directions for Lowes on Rt. 23, which was the last chance for anyone in northern New Jersey to buy a generator (I was stopped for gas and motorist asked me, “Do you live around here?  Do you know where Lowes is?”  Right up the highway.  I wonder if the people buying them realize how noisy they are?  Still, if you basement is filled to the ceiling with floodwater, who cares?  Wear earmuffs.

What I was doing so near to the bedlam that is the new Route 23 shopping strip?  Cell phone.  I couldn’t get airtime anymore for my old phone, so I decided to be a big spender and get a new one at Staples.  The market has definitely narrowed – AT&T, Verizon, or T-Mobile – or those two the same?  I decided to go with the tried-and-true.  AT&T has been around a long time, so maybe I won’t find my cell phone outdated in three years.

But the traffic!  Home Depot was packed.  Thank goodness I didn’t need to go in there.  Not a D battery was left in Stop & Shop, the A& P, or Shop Rite.  I’d had the good sense to buy a package of Ds about two months with a coupon when they were on sale.  I also have a AA flashlight.

So now I have the new cell phone.  Mom and Big Brother have the number.  My tablet is charged up.  All my outdoor furniture and Halloween decorations are in.  I was going to let the Scarecrow Family join me in the living room, but Daisy started eating Mother Scarecrow’s feet, so into the closet they went.  That’s all there is to hurricane preparation here in S.G.  I went down to the Ground Zero of our town to help my good friend KL get ready for the flood.

They’ve lost track of the number of times they’ve been flooded out.  She’s supposed to move to Pennsylvania for a job transfer but she and her husband are no sooner ready to sell the house than another flood comes along.  She said she got the company to wait until July.  However, when I mentioned the words “spring floods” she seemed to have second thoughts.  The L’s convinced FEMA to let them have one of those flood trailers, which can be driven out of the area.   

The flood plain people are great people; they help each other out packing up, moving things that can be moved and protecting what can’t.  Today was the L’s turn.  I showed up unexpectedly.  I miss KL.  I considered her my best word buddy.  Watching her work was great fun.  No one argued with General K.  She put me to work wrapping up the Christmas decorations and moving their library to the second floor.

Pretty soon, their other neighbors showed up and got them moving.  They told stories of previous floods and previous promises. On the way down, I noticed police barricading one of the streets and giving me a look as if to say, “Don’t even THINK of coming down this street!”  Seems the governor was coming to town.  By the time I got through with my circuit of chores, I could see many flashing lights at the Big Truck firehouse.  I shrugged and went home.  The only reason I knew Christie was there was because Mom called to tell me.  Yup, there he was – just a short drive down the road.  I still had too much to do, though.

Hurricane Sandy doesn’t worry me.  But our fire department does.  Every five years, they do a basement check.  If everything isn’t in beer and pretzels order, they fine you.  You can’t place anything within five feet of the water heaters.  Well – duhhh.  Believe it or not, though, people do those things.  A local fireman told me a story of how a house went up in flames when the owners placed wicker furniture next to the furnace.

You can’t block the electrical box.  Okay.  This year’s firehose-through-your-car-window rule is that you can’t have anything within two feet of the ceiling.  Well, the old color TV, PC monitor, and air conditioner were all out of date, anyway.  So I called Bigger Brother over to haul them away.  As a bonus, I gave him all of my ex sister-in-laws pocketbooks.  He was worried I was going to throw these expensive pocketbooks away and he wanted to give them to his current girlfriend.  God bless her, I said; take them!  Get these things out of my basement – I’m a two pocketbook woman.

I was glad for the excuse to get rid of all the junk in the basement.  I brought two carloads over to the Salvation Army.  What was left, I threw in our association dumpster.  When I opened the garbage bin, I was appalled to find someone had thrown out a Children’s Bible, and some other religious books.  That bible was in excellent condition.  Sometimes I just don’t know what people are thinking of.   So I plucked the poor bible and the other Jesus books out of the bin.  They are now a permanent part of my children’s book section. 

Meanwhile, my next-door-neighbor, the Tattooed Lady, inveigled or perhaps even bribed our landscapers on Tuesday to mow down all the tiger lilies and hosta plants (which were still in bloom) along the riverbank.  There is absolutely nothing now to stop the water from coursing down from the backyards across the parking lot, through the two curb cutaways that allow the maintenance vehicles through and right down the gulley that is the Tattooed Lady’s “backyard.”

I use the possessive term advisedly; it’s actually common ground.  None of us owns anything except our units, and she owns nothing at all, being a renter not an owner.  I e-mailed our property manager on Friday, and the Association Board came to look.  But the idiot maintenance guy decided it would be too much work.  In truth, there’s nothing they could do at that point.  So everyone just walked away.

Which is okay by me.  My spiteful neighbor claims she cut away all the plants because she “wanted to see the river.”  The chances that the river will come at this high are not very likely; it’s a very high bank.  Still, Tropical Storm Floyd set a new record, according to old-time tenants back in 1999.  The town played it safe this time, and released as much water as they could ahead of time.  Which is only get to get picked up by the storm again and find its way back here.  But that’s life at the Ground Zero of flooding, at least in northern New Jersey.  We should say a few prayers for Bound  Brook, N.J.; they’re going to get the eye of the storm.

As for the Tattooed Lady, even now, in 40 M.P.H. winds, she’s sitting out on her porch in the dark, “watching the river” even though it’s as dry as a desert gulch.  I hope she sits outside tomorrow, during the brunt of the hurricane (she’ll have to strap herself to her chair) and watch as what’s left of our soil goes cascading right off the cliff edge.

With any luck at all, it’ll take her barbecue patio with it.  I'll be relaxing on couch, meanwhile, after working hard all weekend in anticipation of our fire department and Hurricane Sandy, listening to my favorite storm music, "Peaches and Screamers."

 

 

 

 

Romnesia Versus Obambulation

Romnesia – (n) an affliction that causes a victim to forget the truth of what an opponent has said

Obambulation – (n) a tendency to wander or stray, especially from the truth.

One of these words is a made-up word.  The other is actually in the dictionary.  Obama created the fictional disease of Romnesia, although he seems to be the chief victim.  In the last debate, Obama accused Mitt Romney of wanting to take the flailing Detroit automakers through bankruptcy.  Romney didn’t deny it.  In fact, in September 2008, Romney wrote a New York Times Op-Ed describing how he disagreed with the bailout and the managed bankruptcy he would take the company’s through, to rid them of excess debt and labor, and bring them back to financial health.

If you have “Romnesia,” fear not; the Times editorial is still available:

http://www.nytimes.com/2008/11/19/opinion/19romney.html?_r=0

Let Detroit Go Bankrupt

Nov. 8, 2008   Mitt Romney

“IF General Motors, Ford, and Chrysler get the bailout that their chief executives asked for yesterday, you can kiss the American automotive industry goodbye.  It won’t go overnight, but its demise will be virtually guaranteed.

“Without that bailout, Detroit will need to drastically restructure itself.  With it, the automakers will stay the course – the suicidal course of declining market shares, insurmountable labor and retiree burdens, technology atrophy, product inferiority and never-ending job losses.  Detroit needs a turnaround, not a check.

“I love cars, American cars.  I was born in Detroit, the son of an auto chief executive.  In 1954, my dad, George Romney, was tapped to run American Motors when its president suddenly died.  The company itself was on life support – banks were threatening to deal it a death blow.  The stock collapsed.  I watched Dad work to turn the company around – and years later at business school, they were still talking about it.  From the lessons of that turnaround, and from my own experiences, I have several prescriptions for Detroit’s automakers.

“First, their huge disadvantage in costs relative to foreign brands must be eliminated.  That means new labor agreements to align pay and benefits to match those of workers at competitors like BMW, Honda, Nissan and Toyota.  Furthermore, retiree benefits must be reduced so that the total burden per auto for domestic markets is not higher than that of foreign producers.

“That extra burden is estimated to be more than $2,000 per car.  Think what that means:  Ford, for example, needs to cut $2,000 worth of features and quality out of its Taurus to compete with Toyota’s Avalon.  Of course the Avalon feels like a better product – it has $2,000 more put into it.  Considering this disadvantage, Detroit has done a remarkable job of designing and engineering its cars.  But if this cost penalty persists, any bailout will only delay the inevitable.

“Second, management as is must go.  New faces should be recruited from unrelated industries – from companies widely respected for excellence in marketing, innovation, creativity and labor relations.  The new management must work with labor leaders to see that the enmity between labor and management comes to an end.  This division is a holdover from the early years of the last century, when unions brought workers job security and better wages and benefits.  But was Walter Reuther, former head of the United Automobile Workers, said to my father, “Getting more and more pay for less and less work is a ‘dead-end street’”

“You don’t have to look far for industries with unions that went down that road.  Companies in the 21^st Century cannot perpetuate the destructive labor relations of the 20^th.  This will mean a new direction for the U.A.W., profit-sharing or stock grants to all employees and change in Big Three management culture.

“The need for collaboration will mean accepting sanity in salary and perks.  At American Motors, my dad cut his pay and that of his executive team, he bought stock in the company, and he went out to talk to workers directly.  Get rid of the planes, the executive dining rooms – all the symbols that breed resentment among the hundreds of thousands will also be sacrificing to keep the companies afloat.

“Investments must be made for the future.  No more focus on quarterly earnings or the kind of short-term stock appreciation that means quick riches for executives with options.  Manage with an eye on cash flow, balance sheets, and long-term appreciation.  Invest in truly competitive products and innovative technologies – especially fuel-saving designs – that may not arrive for years.  Starving research and development is like eating the seed corn.

“Just as important to the future of American carmakers is the sales force.  When sales are down, you don’t want to lose the only people who can get them to grow.  So don’t fire the best dealers, and don’t crush them with new financial or performance demands they can’t meet.

“It is not wrong to ask for government help, but the automakers should come up with a win-win proposition.  I believe the federal government should invest substantially more in basic research –on new energy sources, fuel-economy technology, materials science and the like – that will ultimately benefit the automotive industry, along with many others.  I believe Washington should raise research spending to $20 billion a year, from the $4 billion that is spent today.  The research could be done at universities, at research labs and even through public-private collaboration.  The federal government should also rectify the imbedded tax penalties that favor foreign carmakers.

“But don’t ask Washington to give shareholders and bondholders a free pass – they bet on management and they lost.

“The American auto industry is vital to our national interest as an employer and as a hub for manufacturing.  A managed bankruptcy may be the only path to the fundamental restructuring the industry needs.  It would permit the companies to shed excess labor, pension and real estate costs.  The federal government should provide guarantee for post-bankruptcy financing and assure car buyers that their warranties are not at risk.

“In a managed bankruptcy, the federal government would propel newly competitive and viable automakers, rather than seal their fate with a bailout check.”
There’s the truth, in black and white.  There’s Mitt Romney telling the automakers that they’ve got to cut the excessive executive salaries, the private jets and dining rooms, as well advising that the company must cut excessive union benefits.  There’s Mitt Romney giving sound business advice and a coherent explanation of what a managed bankruptcy means:  that the company’s debts will be cancelled, or paid off by the government, so as long as the company takes measures to improve its financial standing.   The company is saved, the jobs are saved.

I don’t necessarily agree with Mr. Romney about leaving the investors hanging in the wind.  It was their capital that helped the company get started.  But it seems to me if they hang in there in the long-run, they will see a return on their investments.

That’s Mitt Romney’s record, his legacy.

Meanwhile, Obama is suffering from a dreadful case of Obambulation; whenever someone challenges him, he obambulates.  He dances around the issue at hand until he can cleverly change the topic. 

He’s running as fast as he can from his disastrous record as a president.  He’s got a very severe case of “the runs,” indeed.  He’s running from a $16 trillion dollar debt, a high unemployment rate, an increase in people on food stamps, one scandal involving running guns to Mexican drug cartels, and an even bigger scandal involving running guns to Syria.  He’s offended our allies around the world, gone on an “Apology Tour” in the Middle East, criticizing his own nation’s policies for promoting freedom throughout the world.  He’s provided financial aid to terrorists in Palestine.  He’s wasted billions on personal trips.  He was going to have Khalid Sheikh Mohammed tried in New York City, until popular opinion made it impossible.  He’s ordered any criticism of Islam purged from military training manuals.  He’s solidly in the pockets of the very unions that helped wreck Detroit as well as the biggest bankers who have contributed to his campaigns.

He also wants to downsize the military, all the while claiming to care about our armed forces.  He criticizes our presence in Afghanistan, yet has kept us there for four years for no discernible reason other than that our military has cleared the path of Talibanists in order for China to exploit Afghanistan’s rare earth mineral deposits.  We should note that China has plenty of her own rare earth mineral deposits which she is sitting on, the way American oil companies want to sit on our own oil on federal lands.  You see, an oil company trader once told me that the last guy holding the reserves win.  Bad as it is having the Arabs hold us over the oil barrel right now, if we were to consume all our reserves now, inevitably we would be begging them for oil and much higher rates than $4 per gallon for gas.

Obama’s clean energy policies are worthless.  Here’s a list of clean energy companies that have gone bust.  Mitt Romney (who expressed support for clean energy) take note):

1. Energy Lab ($200 million) - faltering
   13. Fisker Automotive ($528 million) - faltering
   14. Abound Solar ($374 million) - bankrupt
   15. A123 Systems ($279 million) -bankrupt
   16. Willard and Kelsey Solar Group ($6 million) - faltering
   17. Johnson Controls ($299 million) - faltering
   18. Schneider Electric ($86 million) - faltering
   19. Brightsource ($1.6 billion) - faltering
   20. ECOtality ($126.2 million) - faltering
   21. Raser Technologies ($33 million) -bankrupt
   22. Energy Conversion Devices ($13.3 million) -bankrupt
   23. Mountain Plaza, Inc. ($2 million) - bankrupt
   24. Olsen’s Crop Service and Olsen’s Mills Acquisition Company ($10 million) - bankrupt
   25. Range Fuels ($80 million) - bankrupt
   26. Thompson River Power ($6.4 million) - bankrupt
   27. Stirling Energy Systems ($7 million) -bankrupt
   28. LSP Energy ($2.1 billion) -bankrupt
   29. UniSolar ($100 million) -bankrupt
   30. Azure Dynamics ($120 million) - bankrupt
   31. GreenVolts ($500,000) - faltering
   32. Vestas ($50 million) - faltering
   33. LG Chem’s subsidiary Compact Power ($150 million) - faltering
   34. Nordic Windpower ($16 million) - bankrupt
   35. Navistar ($10 million) - faltering
   36. Satcon ($3 million) – bankrupt
   1. Evergreen Solar ($24 million) - bankrupt

 2. SpectraWatt ($500,000) - bankrupt

 3. Solyndra ($535 million) - bankrupt

 4. Beacon Power ($69 million) - bankrupt

 5. AES’s subsidiary Eastern Energy ($17.1 million) - faltering

 6. Nevada Geothermal ($98.5 million) - faltering

 7. SunPower ($1.5 billion) - faltering

 8. First Solar ($1.46 billion) -faltering

 9. Babcock and Brown ($178 million) - faltering

 10. EnerDel’s subsidiary Ener1 ($118.5 million) - bankrupt

 11. Amonix ($5.9 million) - faltering

 12. National Renewable Energy Lab ($200 million) - faltering

 13. Fisker Automotive ($528 million) - faltering

 14. Abound Solar ($374 million) - bankrupt

 15. A123 Systems ($279 million) -bankrupt

 16. Willard and Kelsey Solar Group ($6 million) - faltering

 17. Johnson Controls ($299 million) - faltering

 18. Schneider Electric ($86 million) - faltering

 19. Brightsource ($1.6 billion) - faltering

 20. ECOtality ($126.2 million) - faltering

 21. Raser Technologies ($33 million) -bankrupt

 22. Energy Conversion Devices ($13.3 million) -bankrupt

 23. Mountain Plaza, Inc. ($2 million) - bankrupt

 24. Olsen’s Crop Service and Olsen’s Mills Acquisition Company ($10 million) - bankrupt

 25. Range Fuels ($80 million) - bankrupt

 26. Thompson River Power ($6.4 million) - bankrupt

 27. Stirling Energy Systems ($7 million) -bankrupt

 28. LSP Energy ($2.1 billion) -bankrupt

 29. UniSolar ($100 million) -bankrupt

 30. Azure Dynamics ($120 million) - bankrupt        

 31. GreenVolts ($500,000) - faltering

 32. Vestas ($50 million) - faltering

 33. LG Chem’s subsidiary Compact Power ($150 million) - faltering

 34. Nordic Windpower ($16 million) - bankrupt

 35. Navistar ($10 million) - faltering

 36. Satcon ($3 million) – bankrupt

* Figures courtesy of the Stop U.N. Agenda 21! Facebook site.

The list of Obama’s failures as president is longer than the list of failed clean energy companies.  He wants to Americans to believe that a pinwheel can get America’s economy going again.   He doesn’t believe or desire any such thing.  Anyone as beholden to the unions as Obama is determined to drive America over the cliff towards a communist “Workers’ Paradise.” 

He’s depending on the black and Latino vote in the large cities, especially Los Angeles, to do that for him.  That is how he proposes to win the electoral vote.
Whether he wins the election or not, Obama and his cronies intend for America to surrender her sovereignty and be governed under the auspices of the United Nations.  When we say he’s for Big Government, he means really big, as in global government.  The Progressives have opened our borders to a flood of illegal aliens, and alienated the immigrants who are here through socialist education, pouring oil on every minority grievance and discouraging assimilation into the majority, Westernized culture.

The only thing that can save us is the truth.  That’s a real word, not a malady.  It’s a remedy to sociopathy, amnesia, and narcissism.