Down with Taxes

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Mar 312015
 
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It’s that time of year.

It ought to get easier eash yera.  It never does.

It ought to get easier eash yera. It never does.

Every year I vow to get the agony over early. There is nothing pleasant about preparing taxes. Even getting money back only means you let the government take even more than they say is proper. It’s still way too much. This year I thought I was ahead of schedule but when I began to dig out all my paperwork, I discovered that I last year’s filing was already off my desk by this time last year. I certainly don’t get any pleasure from seeing that file on the corner of my desk as I focus on more pleasant tasks. I don’t know why I can’t just suck it up and get it done early. Maybe I just enjoy the agony. Continue reading »

Feb 232015
 
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Originally posted 2011-07-24 11:26:24. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

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It is what it is!

Last week it seemed that we had turned the corner on bad news. This week it’s a struggle. What we have this week is news that is good only with a contrived explanation. We still have a lousy economy and a government that refuses to act on our behalf instead of its own. Finding any stories that have even a slight bit of good about them this week is a real stretch. Still, I feel that I owe our readers to give it the old college try.

So lets start our with the best shot. We’ve got a three-legged turtle that’s been given a new start in life. No more dragging that heavy shell around. He’s got wheels!

ODD: TORTOISE AMPUTEE GETS ‘WHEEL’ FOR A LEG

We have to go overseas for the next story. It may not be good news either but at least it makes me chuckle. I’m sick of hearing all the time about how good the old British Parliament runs with all its old traditions and all. So I was pleased to learn that the stodgy old institution can get a bit rowdy at times, even clownish. Why can’t our government make things more fun like the Brits?

Rupert Murdoch Attacked With Cream Pie At Parliament Hearing

Social media is all the rage these days. People are Tweeting and Facebooking every trivial event in their lives. It’s not been all that good for politicians as former Congressman Weiner discovered. There may still be hope that Social Media can find it’s place in government with Hugo Chavez leading the way.

From Cuba, Venezuela’s Chavez governs via Twitter 

On the economic front this week, the best we can do it report that our President having established his legacy by changing our country is thinking about where to put his Library so we all can relive his triumph. One lucky city will get the honor (and economic boost) from his decision. It seems the President is torn between his childhood home town of Honolulu and Chicago where he learned his politics. At least we will be getting him out of DC.

Obama Presidential Library Narrowed to Chicago, Honolulu

It’s hard to look at this next story. The Los Angeles Dodgers are a baseball tradition. Back when I was in high school they were the Brooklyn Dodgers. I still remember rooting for them against the hated Yankees. Then for all my years in Los Angeles, they were the local team with their share of victories until their recent ownership troubles. It’s hard to watch a baseball tradition brought down by an ugly divorce but even harder to accept that the team has to declare bankruptcy. Well a court has decided to reject their proposal. At least for now the Dodgers can hold their heads up. Too bad they can’t do any thing about the owners.

Dodgers Judge Rejects Bankruptcy Loan

Finally, maybe the best labor news yet. We haven’t seen much in the way of strikes and labor protests with the terrible economy (even the union goons are too smart for that) but now there is a twist for Las Vegas that make unions look good again. Finally we have a labor protest we can support. The Las Vegas showgirls have got my attention.

SHOWGIRLS PROTEST RESORT FEES

So that’s what we have for this week here at the Coots News Service. It may be a poor showing but it’s the best we could find. If you think you can do better, then just chime in with your bulletin below.

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Up with ‘Vim and Vigor’

 Posted by at 11:02  Up With
Feb 232015
 
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Originally posted 2014-09-02 15:25:57. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

The whole idea of ‘vim and vigor’ used to amuse me. It seemed old fashioned, the kind of remark that my grandma would make. Of course that was back when I had it. Now that I’m older than my grandmother, it’s not so funny.

The dictionary says it means strength and enthusiasm, qualities which are becoming more elusive with each passing day. I never thought that ‘vim’ was an actual English word. I learn now that it is; derived from the Latin for strength. It doesn’t matter because, for me, ‘vim’ is a quality in short supply.

Not me!

Not me!

These days I find I’m spending half the day finding the ‘vim and vigor’ to get our of bed. I don’t feel old exactly- although I couldn’t tell what that might mean. I can find the energy to get up and at ’em eventually and when I do I feel just as capable of taking on the day as ever. It’s just that the sense of urgency is gone. Getting up is driven more by a full bladder than eagerness to take on the day.

I have plans, hopes and dreams just like always. What is misssing these days is the urgency.  Even more I have the feeling that I’ll be much more energetic if I lie here just a few minutes more. Certainly the body is less willing these days. What troubles me more is the realization that so is my mind.

C’est la vie. Continue reading »

Feb 232015
 
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Originally posted 2014-04-25 10:51:37. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

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Sheep are born to follow.

The role of a good sheep is to follow. Keep your head down; nose stuck in the butt of the sheep ahead. Don’t look around because you don’t want to know about anything that is off the beaten track. You don’t care where you are going so long as it’s where the crowd is. Don’t worry about what your destination will look like because it will look just like where you are now. So long as you stay with the herd it’s all good.: no muss, no fuss and no tension. The life of a sheep is secure, comfortable and stress-free. What more could you want?
You may have become a sheep after finding out that you aren’t cut out for the role of trailblazer or you might be following a family tradition. However you arrived at sheep hood, your troubles are over. It’s lonely on the path less traveled. It’s frustrating to try and fail and even harder to bounce back and hit it again. Why bother? How many times did you fall down before you embraced your mediocrity? One? Twenty? It doesn’t matter. Some sheep struggle. Others are born to follow. It doesn’t matter. The end is the same- a fat and happy life of blissful blandness. Life become placid and you are at peace with the world. You no longer accept any responsibility or blame for whatever happens. You stop worrying and striving. Life presents no more challenges. You experience no more frustration. Your mind is free from doubt. It is the way things should be.

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Damn those Astrologists

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Originally posted 2011-01-15 08:23:38. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

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Who can you trust?

The world as I know it is crumbling. All around me the bedrock foundations upon which I have built my existence low these many years is under attack. You would think that at my advanced age, I’d have learned to roll with the punches but Newton’s laws seem to have a hold on personal development just as tenacious as on physical bodies. Seventy years of inertia is hard to buck.

First I lost Pluto

First, I have to confess that I am still reeling at the revelation that Pluto is not a planet. I grew up with the comforting knowledge that our sun has nine planets. The revisionist notion that Pluto is too insignificant to belong to the club shook me to the core.I it is just like the school bullies when I was a kid, who mocked and threatened the class runt and made him cower near the teacher during recess. What happened to equal opportunity? Is size the only thing that matters? Maybe I should respond to that email.

And then there is Ophiuchus

But back to the Zodiac. Now the same anal retentive pedants who demoted Pluto have attacked Astrology. They tell us to make room for another constellation- Ophiuchus.  This hits harder and deeper at the core of my being because it undermines my very identity. I reached my adult life in the 60’s and learned that my life was a reflection of my Astrological sign. A big part of the dating game (or rutting dance, if you prefer) was to exchange Astrological signs. Instantly you knew if tonight was the night or to continue cruising. Fortunately for me those days are past.

Because of Astrology, I knew who I was; what I was capable of; and what not to try. I was a Virgo. I was a good manager of life (mostly other peoples lives), not emotive but very caring. I was the quiet sensitive guy taking it all in. Life was simple. Just read the label and Ralph was easy. Now, I learn that it was all a mistake. The stars have shifted possibly during the 60’s when we celebrated the Age of Aquarius. It seems the sneaky Babylonians demoted an important constellation arbitrarily because they disliked the number 13. The result of this revisionism is that today I learn that I am really a Leo. And I don’t have a clue who I am anymore.

I have been living a lie.

Trying to play catchup, I read that Leo’s are the center of attention, charming all with their wit and wisdom. Leo’s are suckers for flattery. They will do anything for attention and get quite angry when they don’t get it. Leo’s are the people I always hated for their shallow intellects and needy natures. How could I have gotten myself so wrong? And now what do I do about it?

So now what?

After being duped and mislead by incompetent Astrologists for all these years, it is hard to face the reality that I have been living a lie, stomping down my outgoing Leo nature to fit an introspective Virgo image. Who can tell how that handicapped my life or what I might have achieved had I know my true sign. But it’s all too late now. Too late to run for President or conquer cable TV. And it is all the fault of incompetent Astrologists and my naive belief and trust in authority figures. Let that be a lesson for you young whippersnappers out there. Don’t get suckered into thinking you are are a Virgo when, in fact, you are a Leo. Don’t screw up your entire life living the wrong astrological sign. Don’t let yourself in for a wasted life as a left foot in a right shoe like I have. Find out who you really are and go with the flow. And now that I know who I am, want to party?

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