Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Today I am reading about an elderly woman being held at gunpoint face down in her house while police raid her home in search of a family members pot plans. The police even shot her dog in the process, which I dont know about you, but my pets are quit literally my children. Reading this I was outraged, as I am sure most other people were who read it, but the reality is this, things like this happen every single day with increasing frequency and we do nothing about it. We sit back and in our minds justify the actions (well they should not have been breaking the law, but ignore that in most cases, the government are the ones breaking the laws, and they are the ones breaking the most important laws. I ask you, what is more important, the fact that 80 percent of all people will lose their pensions do to a corrupt stock market or the company they work for folding up, or would someone selling a plant that makes people happy, laugh like a retarded Hyena and consume massive amounts of junk food, which I may add, contributes to the economy. Is it more important that someone be arrested over something trivial, or the government violating your rights in regards to search and seizure? At some point in this county we got everything all twisted around, we truly became little more than serfs supporting some strange new and twisted form of control. IF you call it communism, you would be wrong, if you call it fascism, you would be wrong, it is its own new form, as it always is. But the one fact remains, whatever you may call it, that it quit simply borders on evil. Nay Sayers will point to the somewhat blessed life we live and ask, isnt that enough? ya know, not for me, having taken a good dent out of this world traveling I have yet to find a rich person who is happy, and a starving person who is not. I guess it comes down to who has the most burden, and who is thankful for what, a rich person only wants more wealth for their pretend life, and a poor person only wants health and happiness for those they love. The last should be the most important to us all, at some point we need to truly vote and make a difference, we need to vote for those painted as wack jobs, for those Ron Pauls who truly stand up daily for our rights. We need to quit voting for two parties which are in truth the same, for under each party the simple fact remains, the Government has grown bigger and stronger, so much so that the United States Government is the worlds largest employer, thats right, more than communist China a country of over a billion people. Be active in your community, go to town hall meetings, spend just a half hour each day reading about politics, I know many of you hate them, hell I do to, but being involved in politics is every persons civic duty, and the more involved you are, the more of a difference you can make in your own life, your community, and ultimately the future of your children.
Sunday, September 2, 2012
I woke up today and knew right off what I wanted to do, so I made the call to the same place I had taken my last lesson from. That took some convincing on my own part, lots of talking to myself as the plane had many problems before it even took off, and well lets face it, things like that are not what you really want to deal with in the air, I will reflect back on that gem of an experience in my next blog. I made the call and the instructor was unsure who I was, he sounded a little groggy, hung over perhaps? I dono but I knew he was the only person I knew who was willing to take me up on a couple hours notice, yea, this is beginning to sound like something out of a movie, young novice wanting to learn to fly, goes to bar, finds old drunkard flight instructor and takes up his barely flyable plane. Ok well not quit that bad but, well it does cross your mind during the conversation "how many hours you have again" Me "well I dono I guess two in a plane" I still have no Idea why the count the helicopter, comparing the two is kind of like saying a wolf and a hours are similar since they are both land mammals. "ok well we will work on turns" and then I just heard "blah blah blah" cause I did plenty of that last time, damn it and I mastered it, so lets move on. I jumped on the motorbike and with a twist of the throttle and some kick ass lean angles going thru the canyon I was there, my first adrenaline rush fulfilled. The day was windy and smokey, I probably could have picked a better day but what the hell, I was excited, my man genes kicked in and all I could think of was the bragging rights once I had finally got my pilots license and the fun I would have today. We decided I would work on landings today since I just couldn't be bothered repeating and practicing what I had learned last time, I must learn to land I determined. And off we went into the wild blue smokey yonder, off I go, into the sky "quit lolly gagging and pay attention" he snapped, ok yea well so much for day dreaming "turn here, throttle down, flaps down, nose down, NOT LIKE THAT YOU WILL DRIVE US INTO A WHOLE IN THE GROUND" yea ok that is helpful as If IM not nervous enough "keep the nose down when we are 50 feet from the runway then pull up" R you serious? fifty feet from five thousand? wtf is wrong with this guy? I pull up, "ok now count to ten give it some throttle" which I do and I am buzzing right along, waiting for the plane to magically lift off itself "pull up pull up your running out of runway" now this is not what I remember from last time when he said "they just kind of take off themselves" obviously not if I have to pull up before I start mowing the pasture. "Hand on the throttle, quit taking it off" yea uhm ok "why are you looking at your gauags, quit looking at your wing" ok damn it, last time he said to look at the wing so I could figure the horizon "Quit pulling up so high or you cannot see the mountains" Now this I do not understand, I dont need to see the goddamn ground in front of me I want to look into the sky as far as I am concerned as the mountains are miles upon miles away and there is no way in hell they will be a problem today. So we circle back around with him barking orders, me lollygagging wondering what in the hell I was thinking, especially with the damn turbulence today, obviously I should have just rodeod at least then I only had to hold on for eight friggin seconds. Now we are going nice and parallel and iM looking at the runway "Ok hold on, watch that passenger jet where it lands, we cannot land in the same spot or the turbulence will flip us over" Ok now I am sure this was not the best thing I could think of doing for today being in a plane that can flip over in turbulence left from the previous flying elephant? this sucks!!! So In I go lets see, throttle down, nose down, Rutter down, feel it, feel it, guide it to the runway, oh hell no, not with the invisible wind pushing me from side to side and him "Steer the damn thing it wont land itself" yea that is encouraging nothing like positive reinforcement. I manage to scrape out a landing, I am at this point only happy we did not as he put it "dig a hole in the ground" but soon we are back up again, getting bucked around some more, with me having trouble with the throttle. Yup that is right, the damn throttle kicked my ass, since I was a child every tractor and piece of equipment I have operated had a lever you PULLED for more throttle, nooo not on an airplane, the builders had to make a throttle you PUSHED like a friggin peddle instead, this would be my Achilles heal on this day. Now I am ready to land again, but yet another passenger plane landed in front of me, are you friggin serious? the wind is still bucking us all over the place and every friggin time I land has to be behind a flying elephant? But it went well, the next one was ok, and the last one was fine. All in all I left a bit unsure on this, I am glad he was strict, it goes with my old theory while flying "there is no place to pull over up there" but after today I'm not so sure this is something for me. I guess I would like to finish it out, get my license and at least have that notch in my belt for experience. At some point i should take up something a little less dangerous, perhaps extreme origami?