My Shame

Have you ever had one of those life events that just opens up some crazy can of worms that has to change everything?  Ever have to tell one of those stories where you don’t know where you should even start?  A story where even the beginning is a poor choice?  Let me try to start it, even though, no matter where I start it, it loses the point.  Ugh….

Recently, my mother passed away.  As with most parental passings it caused quite a bit of emotional discharge from those closest.  And with all emotional discharge comes the things that you just cannot explain.  The problem with starting the story here is that the issues started months before her passing, it started with her getting sick.

To Celebrate the Fourth

The Fourth of July.  It’s hard not to get political about it, as I don’t see much to celebrate anymore.  The debate ranges so much, the United States are not on any top lists just because we’ve fallen so far, and noone here seems to care.

Care, that’s a good way to put it.  I know that I will never willing again buy a vehicle that was made in the United States after the mid-nineties.  I got to work in the auto industry for a bit, and what I saw reaffirmed my beliefs.  The American worker no longer cares for the product they produce because they don’t believe they are producing it for themselves, but for their bosses.