Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Lets fire Rick Wagoner

Lets fire Rick Wagoner. We can do that because we own the company, right? Uhh don't think so. I might own stock in GM, but Barack doesn't! I don't get to fire him either. I'm not an elected member of the board.
Why would I fire a guy that for the last five or six years has done all he can to make GM a profitable company? What did he do wrong?
He was too slow and methodical, and didn't get enough out of the unions. Thirty two years with the company. Thirty two years putting GM first. Walking away when it would help his company survive to fight another day. It isn't about money this time folks, It's about thirty two years. It's about the cars. It's about a legacy! It's about putting your name up there with Ransom, and Harley, and Arkus, and yes even DeLorean. It's about the cars. It's about the people like my Dad, who put thirty years of his own into the cars.
The company was streamline and ready to make money until this latest mess. Thanks Enron, AIG, Banking industry. It's about America! You don't have the right to pick a head of a private company! We don't do that here!

Sunday, March 29, 2009


So Mrs. C and I got invited to a horse race last weekend. We usually have front row spots at the Carolina Cup races this weekend, but gave them up. The cost of the race in Camden was too much.

The race in Elloree though is much cheaper, though more redneck. I'm losing my hair again. Didn't know until I got a sunburn from the races. In the pic look at the black cloud above the mans head. It was a flock of birds that jumped out of a pine tree. for a brief moment they were in the shape of a whirlwind.

Got to see the Budweiser Clydesdale's too! Don't forget to click the pic for full size.
More later.

Monday, March 16, 2009


So we went to Atlanta for a checkup. I'm healing. Will be a year before I know what I have.
I wanted to see Underground Atlanta. Wont bother you with the details. "It's a mall!"
Went out to find the info center, and ran into a homeless man. He was an old Black man with the best shtick. We (wife and I) were wearing Michigan hoodies for luck. (selection Saturday)
He stopped us and asked us if we had been to the ACC Championship. He began to tell us of the nearby sights and things. He told us of the things to avoid as well. Told us of a new coke product that should have "bones and a skull on the label." I found him to be a bunch of fun, with good info to boot. At the end he asked if I could spare some change. I told him I'd get him a meal, and handed him a ten. He told me that he could get a couple of meals easy on that! He then asked God to bless us, then shook my hand and left. Atlanta should hire him. He knew everything about what was going on and how to get there from where he was. I hope he was out of the rain last night.

Tuesday, March 03, 2009

Loose thoughts and demons an such

I was reading that Obama is willing to take missile defence off the table in exchange for Russian help with Iran. North Korea is going to test a new missile that can reach the west coast. HUH?
I was reading a story about John C Odom. He was a minor league pitcher that was traded for ten Maple bats. He ended his life full of drugs and alcohol. Not sure if he meant to or not, but he had his demons. It would seem they drug him off. I am Catholic, so to me the fight isn't over. I'll say a prayer or two at least for his soul. Feel free to pitch in if you will. (no pun intended)
We all have our demons, some more real then others. Some of our own making and some not. I have fought most of my demons and if not won, at least have them locked up out of sight. I'll share one with you that I still carry. I hope to put him down but he isn't heavy enough yet. When I was a kid I got picked on a lot. Got beaten by total strangers in school just because they could.It's easy to whip a small four eyed kid. Problem is, He remembers. He remembers every taunt, fist, prank, and slight. At forty six, he still hates you. Always will. I remember the time I finally got enough skill to win. The poor sap owes his life to the friends of mine that pulled me off. Funny I don't hate him anymore. The rest of them are safe, I did lock him up remember, but I hear him now and again, snorting and shuffling along nearby. I think Odoms demon was too strong and he didn't have the help he needed. Traded for ten bats. Somebody ought to kick those GMs asses. I have friends that have demons that are chasing them all over the place. A few of them I love with all my heart, but am powerless to help. Tonight's message is this. "Life is a contact sport. Try to remember that all of us have bruises, and to lend a hand when you can."