Monthly Archives: November 2011

New Television Series!

“Arnie here.”

“Hey Arnie, it’s me, Chad!” 

“Chad, love to hear from you, baby, what weirdness do you have to share with me today?”

“Arnie, Arnie, Arnie!  You wound me.  Haven’t I pointed you to your two biggest shows?  ‘Dueling Pawnshops’ and ‘People Who Dress Like Idiots?’ Wasn’t I the one who was behind the big Disney hit “My Parents are Idiots!”   I’m the guy who looks out for you!  You should jump for joy whenever it’s me on the phone.” 

“Okay, Chad, only kidding.  What have you got for me today?”

“Did you see the news story about the woman in Pakistan who killed her husband, cut him up and then cooked the pieces?” 

“Trust me Chad.  We’re not going to talk them into CSI, Islamabad.”

“Arnie, trust me. Nothing so lame.” 

“Then what are you thinking of?”

“A cooking show!” 

“A cooking show based on a women who kills her husband and then fricassees him? Get real!”

“Not based on – starring!”

“You want to go to Pakistan and film a weekly show over there?”

“Not in a million years.  I may be crazy, but I’m not stupid.  Now we bring her here.  And it technically wouldn’t be starring, it would be co-starring.”

“Don’t tell me – Rachel Ray.”

“Too bubbly.  I was thinking Emeril.  That way when he says ‘Bam!’ it would really mean something.” 

“And you’d have her cook humans?  How you going to pull that off?”

“I figure if people can donate their bodies to be treated with plastic and posed for museums, there’s a precedent.  However, if we can’t pull that off, we could use monkey and it would still have that edginess.” 

“You know you’re crazy, don’t you?”

“Certifiably so, but that’s how I know why I’m so good at predicting what the public is going to want to see.” 

“Okay, get me a pilot, but you’d better be quick about it.  I’m sure Fox is trying to get this on the air first.”

“Love you baby!” 

“Yeah, whatever.”

 

 

 

 

Aging Gracefully

I’ve aged, I admit it.  However, I like to believe I’ve aged with some degree of style and grace.

For years I threatened that when I left the Navy I would let my hair grow long (if I still had hair) and regrow my beard.  I told my family that I’d let it grow long enough to have a pony tail.  The kids thought it funny; my wife merely rolled her eyes.

As luck would have it, while still in the Navy I needed surgery on my right shoulder, requiring that my arm be in a sling for over month.  Being right handed, this made shaving difficult, so I got a head start on my beard.

It was awful.

You know how they talk about the division between greybeards and young Turks?  It was obvious that I wouldn’t pass as a very experienced middle aged Turk, although if I did let my hair and beard grow I could get a gig playing Santa Claus.  Bummer, man.

Shortly thereafter my wife talked me into shaving the moustache I’d had for years.  It had been a pathetic moustache until my thirties, but then done basically okay.  I hadn’t seen my upper lip in almost 40 years.  Once removed, I started getting comments on how much younger I looked.

Bummer, man.

Alas, the last vestiges of being a child of the 60’s were now swept away.

Which, of course, got me thinking about how we deal with age.

I saw a man at Wal-Mart today with the “pants-on-the-ground” look.  He had to be pushing 50.

At what age do people need to say:

“I guess I’d better pull my pants up around my waist.”

“Time to get rid of the mullet.”

“Maybe short skirts are no longer my thing.”

“Maybe the sliderule and the plastic pocket protector are too much.”

Of course there are some guys who look as good with long grey hair as they did with long brown hair.  They tend to be the guys who still make their living with a guitar – go figure.  There are some women who make the cover of magazines wearing a bikini at age 50, too. Some people were just born cool, but alas I was not one of these.

So the long hair, the beard, the bell bottom jeans and the tie dyed shirts and, yes, even the leisure suits (thank heaven) are all relegated to memory.  No longer will I long to return to those.  However, the advantage of having a few years under my belt is that I know it no longer takes these things to be young and alive on the inside.

 

The New (and IMPROVED!) Christmas Story

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In those days an advertisement went out into the newspapers, magazines and television stations from the Caesars Advertising Agency that the whole world would go shopping.  This “Black Friday” was the first big shopping event of the year, even though the Christmas goods had been on the shelves for nearly a month.   So all went shopping, each to the store of his or her preference.  

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 And, lo, parents bought their daughters dolls made of plastic that they could wrap in designer clothes and lay in Dolly’s Designer Bed (Dolly’s Designer Clothes and Bed sold separately.)  And the Shepherd family made a field trip of the event, having erected a tent and spending the night in front of the store so that they could be among the first to get those amazing Black Friday deals.  The Shepherds were quite comfortable in the Adventurer ® tent and electrify® generator watching their Tru-View® television.  So the Shepherds waited throughout the night for something wonderful to happen.

 And the manager of the store appeared before them with the lights of the store shining behind him as he told them, “Do not be afraid, for behold I proclaim to you the good news of great joy for all the people.  For today, we are opening our store at midnight rather than waiting until morning!”  And there will be many signs telling you of the bargain prices on large screen televisions, appliances, toys  and every treasure desired by man.”

 And the store’s music system played a multitude of Christmas Carols to encourage the shoppers.  And the Shepherds said “Let us go, then, into the store to see these marvelous sale prices and to grab what we want before others can beat us to it.  And the shepherds were among the first to acquire many of the goods and sang the praises of the Black Friday sale.  And the checkout lines proceeded and the optical scanners beeped as people loaded up with Christmas goodies.

 Now there were three retail executives from the east who were viewed as kings in the world of business.  And they could see what a rising star the Black Friday Sale had become.  The kings counted their gold and gave one another exotic gifts and lavish bonuses.

 So, in these troubled times, remember the true meaning of Christmas.  It’s to get the economy moving.  For every thousand minimum wage retail clerks, there is a business executive struggling to keep his trophy wife happy.   You think the kids’ soccer is expensive?  You cannot imagine dues and fees for a decent country club.  And service for Jaguars?  Don’t get me started!

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Merry Christmas!

 

 

Thanksgiving

Note:  This is posted a day late due to computer problems….

It’s Thanksgiving.

 

On a serious note, count your blessings and take a few minutes to be thankful that God has indeed blessed you.  There’s faith, family & home; these are things that not everyone has or can take for granted.  Take a couple of hundred seconds just to focus on what you have.

 

On a less serious note, President Obama pardoned two turkeys this week.

 

The rest of the turkeys – the 435 voting members of Congress – have already left town on recess.

If you register on the “Do Not Call Registry,” solicitors are not supposed to call unless they’re charitable, political or already have a business relationship with you. While this may look like it is there to protect you, you need to look at it from the other person’s perspective.

In this case, if you walk a mile in the other person’s moccasins you’ll likely start suffering from a strange and incurable foot disease.

Many legitimate organizations subcontract their fundraising activities. When they contract with professional fund raising services, the charity may receive almost nothing (10 cents on the dollar in some cases) from all money donated. There was an excellent article in the Virginian Pilot http://hamptonroads.com/2011/10/donor-beware-your-money-might-not-go-where-you-think that discussed this.

Imagine winning the lottery and in your excitement you donate $1,000 to a charity through their fundraiser. The fundraiser is allowed to keep $900, and it’s all legal.

Naturally, this got me thinking. If I’m a telemarketer who handles charitable clients as well as for-profit clients, doesn’t that mean you and I already have a business relationship? If so, I can call you and try to sell you anything!

Of course, I could always use the six degrees from Kevin Bacon line of logic. You donate to a local charity. That charity uses a telemarketing firm. The local charity has their phone service with the same company as you. Therefore as a telemarketing firm that uses the phone system, I’m entitled to call you.

Or, if you make a donation to a charity by check or credit card, that means you have a business relationship with a bank. If it’s a national bank, the telemarketer may use that same bank, so it could argue that there’s already a business relationship. 

The latest wrinkle is that telemarketers and debt collectors have figured out how to spoof caller IDs. Now “technically” this is “illegal” but we know what that really means. It means that it will continue until some lawyer files a class action suit and all of us who are affected will get a 25 cent coupon for some product that the telemarketers have been trying to sell us.

I believe in picking my battles. I believe in not letting things upset me. I believe in Occam’s Razor; (Wikipedia defines this concept as “simpler explanations are, other things being equal, generally better than more complex ones.”)

My solution – when the phone rings and it turns out to be a telemarketer or other obnoxious caller:

1. A police whistle or other loud noisemaker

Of course, these other possibilities have benefits as well:

2. Interrupt the caller and explain that in their line of business they need ready access to accurate information, which is why you want to sell them a set of encyclopedias.

3. Gush as to how lonely you’ve been and are so glad they called. So lonely! Ask them where they grew up. Their favorite color. After each answer, be effusive in your support for their answer and how wonderful it is. The clingier the better.

4. Tell them that you’re very interested and have been thinking about (fill in their product or charity here) the whole time you were in prison for passing bad checks and credit card fraud.

5. Tell them of course you want to buy or donate, but first you need their social security number, date of birth and mother’s maiden name.

Congress Comes Through, Again!

So the Congressional super-committee failed. In doing so they have upheld the highest ideals of the Congress as a whole. We should not look at this as a failure, but as our elected representatives being consistent. It’s reassuring to know that we can count on our leaders to never surprise us. It’s comforting

It’s unsettling when fate throws us a curve. Imagine if the University of Akron Zips won the BCS and emerged as the ultimate in college football. Imagine the angst. Football fans would be looking for the apocalypse and with a plausible reason. It’s much better to have things follow the course with which we’re comfortable.

If the Super-committee hadn’t failed, imagine what we’d start expecting:

Congressional representatives to actually read the bills that they turn into laws.

Someone other than lobbyists writing the tax code.

Pretty soon we’d be expecting fairness, and who knows what else. So I say, let’s stick with the status quo.

Congressmen and women belong in meeting rooms with doughnuts and coffee (preferably decaf) in which they can play with the free pencils and pads of paper. They need to keep their focus on National Pickle Day (November 14 – if you missed it, go ahead and celebrate anyway.) What about National Fritters Day (December 2 – there’s still time! Hey, serve the fritters with pickles and kill 2 birds with one stone).

They need to hold lots of hearings and call movie stars to testify on scientific matters.

They really need to listen to Representative John Conyers (D – Detroit, MI) and get busy on antitrust and other issues in college sports.

Otherwise, the Zips just might make it to the championship.

Poster Children

I’m here today to ask for your help.

It’s great that people are trying to help protect cats, dogs, farm animals, laboratory animals and exotic pets. I support those who go to bat for gay, lesbian, transgender and bisexual teens. I applaud those who devote themselves to people with disabilities, orphans from overseas, and other worthy causes. These are all important, and it’s routine to turn on the television and hear movie stars and other entertainers talk about these. But we need to do more.

Every day, normal kids get up, pack their lunch and head to school. There are no cameras; no news reporters following their efforts.

These kids spend long hours sitting in classrooms trying to absorb reading or math skills. Some of these normal kids head home to a house that’s empty until their parents get home from work. They often find that they are forced to do homework or practice a musical instrument. Some even have chores that they are expected to complete.

It’s not uncommon for normal kids to play competitive sports like soccer sometimes as part of an organized team. Their families force them to travel to games on weekends. Other kids play pick-up games of basketball in driveways or toss a football around.

In desperation, many join gangs like the Scouts, the “Y” or even churches.

Many face years of continued learning. Not content with a high school education, their parents may insist that these kids go to college or even graduate school. To ensure that they do, some parents even pay to keep these kids in school.

The pressure, as you might imagine, is intense.

If you can get these kids away from their patents and talk with them, they’ll open up and tell you how their life really is. Almost every one of these will confess that a sibling is treated much better. They’ll tell you how their friends have nicer homes, fancier cars, better vacations, and are not subject to any rules.

Brad Pitt, Bono, and Madonna have turned their back on these kids.

This has gone on long enough. We need to reach out to these kids and break the cycle. Otherwise we’ll have yet another generation of educated and productive adults. Our cities will continue to be filled with doctors, lawyers and business leaders.

The future is in your hands. You’ll know what to do.

Martha ‘n’ Me

38 As they continued their journey he entered a village where a woman whose name was Martha welcomed him.  39 She had a sister named Mary [who] sat beside the Lord at his feet listening to him speak. 40Martha, burdened with much serving, came to him and said, “Lord, do you not care that my sister has left me by myself to do the serving? Tell her to help me.” 41The Lord said to her in reply, “Martha, Martha, you are anxious and worried about many things. 42There is need of only one thing. Mary has chosen the better part and it will not be taken from her.”

Luke 10, NAB

I admit it, I identify with Martha.  I’m not only the one who is busy doing the things that seem to need doing, but I also can’t understand why others (usually my kids) aren’t focused the same way.  It’s a missing the forest for the trees thing that I understand intellectually but can’t really assimilate it into my life.

Part of it is excusable.  My job tends to require long hours, so when I’m home I run around like a maniac trying to get things done.  Home is where I recharge mentally and physically; to me the ideal vacation would be spent at home getting caught up.  After all, home is what I work to pay for and what I provide to my family.  I’m proud that the roof over our head is in a reasonable neighborhood with good schools.  I like the idea that when my kids look in the refrigerator and announce there’s nothing to eat, it’s a figurative rather than a literal statement.  Home is important.

The problem that Martha and I share is that we get caught up in the corporal world.  There’s nothing wrong with things that are corporal – in fact Christians are taught the importance of corporal works of mercy, things like feeding the hungry and tending to the sick.  If Jesus stopped by my house, you can bet that I’d want to serve him something tasty and make him comfortable, just like Martha did.

But Mary had a different focus.  She understood that the opportunity to commune with Jesus on a spiritual level was an opportunity not to be missed.  She truly did choose the better part.  I believe that Mary understood that we’re all just passing through this world on our way to Heaven. 

I expect that I’ll always run around the house like a maniac taking care of things.  But at the very least, I’m going to try to remember that there is something better.  If I pause, take a breath and say a short prayer in that time, it might help.

What’s Wrong with the World

I’ve decided what’s wrong with the world.

Hats.

Not enough people wear hats and there are too few real choices.

If you don’t have a work hat that’s part of your work uniform, you probably are limited to wearing a baseball cap if you wear any hat at all.  Oh sure, there’s the stocking cap for cold winter days, but anything that shapeless just doesn’t count.  Don’t even try to convince me. Oh, and any piece of clothing worn as part of a golfing ensemble falls into the category of costume.

My grandfather wore a fedora, the type adopted years later for Indiana Jones.  Of course back then, most men wore some type of dress hat.  You’d see bowlers and in the summer the occasional straw hat or “boater.”  The hat was a good indication of how a gentleman viewed himself and allowed him to make a statement.  Look at characters in movies – some are shown with hats because it helps establish the character that the actor is portraying. 

Baseball caps are okay because they keep the sun out of my eyes, not to mention protecting my scalp from melanoma, but they are so bereft of style that it takes a logo or  some other identifying mark on the front to  give it even the tiniest bit of character.

I still wear a cowboy hat when working in the yard, a habit from my days in Wyoming.  Unfortunately I’m short enough that when I’ve tried to wear it while driving the brim hits the seat so I can’t lean back.  While quite acceptable in Wyoming, when on the east coast it does tend to attract funny looks.

 

The Australians have their own version of the cowboy hat called the Akubra.  It has a wider brim, which I like and of course it’s just fun to say the word Akubra. 

As kids we loved hats – they let us pretend to be grownups, cowboys, firemen, nurses or whatever.  Kids understand that it’s the hat that makes the character.  If a youngster is wearing a cowboy hat, everyone knows to treat him like a cowboy.  It makes the whole interaction thing much easier.

 

The problem is I believe in leading by example.  Before I can tell everyone else to go find a hat that fits their personality I have to find the right one for me.  At least for right now I’m stuck with an old Navy baseball cap.

(Sigh) 

 

Christmas Carols

On the way to work this morning the story on NPR was not sufficiently interesting so I checked out the other stations programmed into my car’s radio and heard Christmas music.  I was kind of surprised since I usually don’t expect this until after Thanksgiving.  While we expect Christmas displays in stores following Halloween, we don’t expect Christmas music until December.

 Somehow I didn’t automatically suspect that the music was in support of crass commercialism.  Instead I had a whole different thought.  Throughout history, as particularly portrayed in the Old Testament, people would turn to God when things went badly.  One tribe or another among the Israelites would be conquered.  This usually followed a significant straying from the teachings and the law.  They would then realize that they had offended God, and humbly return to Him.  Fortunately, His description of being “Loving and Forgiving” is accurate.  He would forgive them and help them through their troubles.

 The past few years have been rough for almost everybody.  The economy is not only bad here but also in Greece, Italy and Spain.  We’ve had our share of earthquakes, storms and other disasters.  These strains take their toll on individuals and families; how many families have fallen apart because of the stress of external problems?

 Of course the ultimate answer from God was to send His son as our Messiah.  People looked forward to His coming as the answer to their prayers.  It is just as appropriate that we see Him as the answer to our prayers and look forward to Christmas as a celebration of that fact.  Longing for Him as an answer is as appropriate in 2011 as it was in the years BC*.

 So maybe this year more people will get in the real Christmas spirit of preparing, thinking, praying to God for an answer to their concerns.  That’s a thought that puts me in the Christmas mood.

 

* BC means “Before Christ” NOT “Before the Common Era.”

Even More of Those Dreaded

Random thoughts…

My son informed me that the reason he doesn’t like the headphones he borrowed from me is because they suck out brain cells. Pretty impressive for something that costs less than twenty dollars. I wonder if that brand is particularly popular among budding politicians.

It was an out of town soccer tournament this weekend. That meant hotel, gas, meals, etc. We also had to board the dog that goes into severe separation anxiety when my wife is not within line of sight. Guess which one was more expensive?

Speaking of the dog, did you know that many dogs, ours included, are on Prozac? Makes you wonder why some enterprising individual hasn’t started a program to teach dogs yoga. And I always thought pets were to introduce a level of calm into the family environment.

Cats wouldn’t be a target for yoga training. They already have every possible stretching move covered.

Did you ever notice that after an out-of-town kids’ athletic event you never are tempted to say, “Remember that great meal we had on that trip? And the beds were so comfortable I wish we could find a bed like that for our home.”

Is it possible that global warming could be caused by all the energy generated by a mob of 11 year old girls running around the hotel after the first day of the soccer tournament?

On my computer I have a special key for the Euro and a dollar sign. Neither one works. I wonder if that has any cosmic significance. (Personal note for Ben Bernanke, if it turns out it does, please make sure I get credit for finding it first.)

Speaking of the head of the Federal Reserve, I was impressed to find that my spell checker knew the correct spelling of his name. My name wasn’t treated as quite so important.

Two paragraphs back my typing went askew and I typed “findining” instead of “finding.” The spell checker wanted to change that to “fin dining.” Sounds like it would refer to either a politically incorrect Chinese gourmet meal or else an attempt to get lucky at a Jimmy Buffet bar. (“Fins to the left, fins to the right…” if you need the explanation, it’s probably best to just move on.)

Remember when the thief at the bank was the guy with the ski mask and gun who was on this side of the counter rather that the person in the suit behind the desk?

I’d write more funny thoughts, but the headphones just sucked out some brain cells.

 

Veterans’ Day

Tomorrow is Veterans’ Day, once known as “Armistice Day” to mark the end of hostilities at the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month.  This was how the “War to End All Wars” ended, but unfortunately it did not live up to its name.

 When I was a youngster, everyone’s family seemed to have a service member or veteran in the family.  Dad had served in World War II, or the Korean War or perhaps both.  The older brothers all seemed to be stationed in Germany, Japan or Korea – seen through the innocent eyes of a preteen as lands with amazing souvenirs.  I’m sure that some served stateside, but they didn’t seem to register in my long term memory.  There was a draft, so young men expected to serve.  Some enlisted so they could get their preferred branch of service.  Some saw themselves as too special to serve; those with the means through wealth or family connections had the option to be deferred in order to attend college or were able to join the reserves or national guard.

 Every family a military family changed with Viet Nam.  With a draft and the elimination of most deferments, service changed.  Some still joined the military out of a sense of duty or patriotism.  Others joined because it would provide the VA benefits to allow the person to go to college.  Still others joined because they had a minor scrape with the law and a judge informed them that their choice was enlistment or jail.  Some of these latter literally turned their lives around under the structure and discipline of uniformed service.

 Today, joining the military is limited to very few.  I guess more people see themselves as too special to serve.  But the reasons people do serve remain the same – patriotism, duty, family tradition or VA school benefits among others.  The Revolutionary War and the wars in the Gulf (Operation Desert Storm/Shield, Operation Enduring Freedom and Operation Iraqi Freedom) are the only wars fought entirely with volunteers.  The Reserves and National Guard have long ceased to be seen as a sanctuary since members of these components are regularly and repeatedly mobilized and deployed to the so called “theatre of operations” (the place where bullets and bombs are in regular use.)

 I live in a military town, so most families in my neighborhood have a veteran or else someone still in uniform, but it’s not true in every community.  However, that doesn’t mean that everyone can’t participate. Here’s your list of things to do tomorrow:

 Fly the flag – and  fly it correctly.  Every flag I purchased contained a guide to correct display.  If you need one, an example is at http://www.ushistory.org/betsy/more/displayonly.htm

  1. Say a prayer for those currently in uniform, especially those deployed.  There’s a family back here to whom every Soldier, Sailor, Airman, Marine or Coast Guardsman is special.  My last deployment was when I was 54 and my parents worried about me as much as the parents of an 18 year old.  You can imagine how it affected my wife and children.
  2. Remember that the original intent of this day was to celebrate that hostilities had ended.  Service members could turn in their weapons and gear and return to their lives.  Hopefully such a day will soon come again.

 Veterans’ Day celebrates those who have worn the uniform – the cloth of our country.  Be grateful that America is blessed with such people.

Why I Am Not a Star

(A Blog Where I Get To Use (Lots of) Parentheses!)

There are two reasons I’m glad I’m not a movie or television star.  Oh sure, the money would be great, and who doesn’t like to be the center of attention?  I have children instead of a posse, so instead of hearing, “Can I get you anything?” “Are you hungry?” “What do you want me to do for you?”  I hear “Will you buy me a candy bar?”  “I’m starving, when’s dinner?” (spoken in the kitchen 3 feet from a stove top full of steaming saucepans while the wife and I are setting the table.)  I also hear, “Can you drive me to Meghan’s, or the mall, or to school so I can sleep later?” (No, I don’t reply with, “I can, but I’m betting you really want to know if I will.”) 

photo – wallsoffame.com

Okay, maybe I’m giving up a few things, but I’m not prepared  for some of the consequences of stardom.  I frequently see photo essays about “Stars Who Lost Their Looks!”  Usually one of the featured actors is John Travolta.  Let’s see, he played Vinnie Barbarino in 1975.  1975! Jimmie Carter was president (you may have read about him if you pay attention to footnotes in history books.)  Until April of 1975 we still had US troops in Viet Nam (again, check the footnotes.) 

 Of course he looks different!  He’s older!

 

photo – hollywoodreporter.com

Do you think that a 20 year old Wilford Brimley looked the same as he does today?  Wouldn’t it be creepy if your parents still looked twenty? How about your grandparents?

 (I’ll wait for everyone to finish saying, “EWWWWW!”)

 In high school my fashion sense was based on the “The Monkees” (Check Nick at Nite rather than history book footnotes.)  When I was a young adult, polyester leisure suits were de rigueur.  (Please don’t look them up anywhere.)  I wouldn’t want to dress the way I did when I was younger, and I don’t want to look that way either.

 The second reason (you thought I’d forgotten, didn’t you) is that actors are paid to say things that writers create. 

 When they say things, they normally have to do multiple takes of the same line.  (Let’s try that with more feeling)

 

When they say things, they normally have to do multiple takes of the same line.  (This time a little softer)

 

When they say things, they normally have to do multiple takes of the same line.  (No! No! No! That’s all wrong!)

 

When they say things, they normally have to do multiple takes of the same line.  (Okay, that’s better. One more for safety.)

 

 When they say things, they normally have to do multiple takes of the same line.  (All right, everybody, that’s a wrap.  Let’s go home.)

Declassified Top Secret Report

After over 50 years, one of the last Top Secret operations of the Second World War has finally been declassified.  It took a suit under the Freedom of Information Act and nearly ten years of effort before the Defense Department even admitted that any of the requested documents existed.  After the first court battle, in which the Disassociated Press was granted access to the files, the documents were so heavily censored that even the page numbers were blacked out.  Rooters, the British news service joined the suit, and pages 3 and 5 of the 752 page report were released.

It was just enough.

Through relentless research, participants’ names were uncovered.  A team of reporters descended on retirement homes in Florida to locate enough World War II veterans who were aware of these events.  Although they had been sworn to secrecy, one 96 year old veteran talked.  He said that it had been so long since anyone had sat and listened to him, that he’d share an interesting story.  After he was done, several of his shuffleboard buddies affirmed his tale.

Operation “Next, Please?”

Many people believe that the Second World War was won by sheer strength by a pincer movement with the Soviets to the East and the Americans to the West closing in on Berlin.  This was the coup de gras, but victory was assured not only by our men in uniform, but also by covert operatives smuggled into Germany beginning in 1944.

The British Secret Intelligence Service had attempted to reintroduce French refugees back to the European mainland to conduct intelligence gathering and sabotage.  These efforts at first were mildly successful.  The German SS attempted to identify members of the French Underground at first but soon realized that it was far more effective to merely bait areas at potential risk with caches of wine and soft cheeses. In many cases such “Café Traps” managed to distract the French agents from their missions until the mission was either forgotten or no longer feasible.  Instead the intended underground fighters were content to sip wine, eat cheese and lie to one another about their war experiences.  It’s true that there was the occasional demolition of a railroad line or radio station, but most damage was limited to issues that could be repaired in a matter of days.

With ruthless German efficiency, factories in the Ruhr Valley churned out thousands of gallons of red wine and metric tons of brie. The cost of utilizing these top divert the French from their missions was less costly than maintaining a single battalion of Waffen SS to maintain control.  It was one of the most efficient and effective weapons of the war.

Eventually, Great Britain threw up their hands and turned to the Americans to help.  The Americans had several significant advantages that allowed them to succeed where the Brits had failed.  The first was that the American universities and libraries had not undergone the damage that their English counterparts had experienced from German air raids.  The English had taken to hosing down the books at the first sound of the air raid siren.  It prevented fires, but made the pages very difficult to turn.

Top researchers were assigned to a project whose security made the Manhattan project seem puny by comparison.  Working around the clock, such diverse academicians as mathematicians, social scientists, psychologists, business professors and music appreciation teachers scoured the literature for the weaknesses they knew must exist.  They were successful.

The second advantage that the American had was due to their immigrant population.  Almost every US citizen had roots that started in some other country. Many second, third or even fourth generation Americans still spoke the family language at home.  As those who spoke German were drafted or enlisted, they were secretly evaluated and those who met certain criteria were quietly shipped to a secret training facility in the outskirts of Frankenmuth, Michigan.  The criteria included the expected blonde hair and blue eyes as well as shortness of stature and the lack of a sense of humor

Training was rigorous and details are still highly classified.  However, we now know, thanks to the veterans who were brave enough then to carry out the missions then and brave enough to share information with us, where the operatives were sent after training.

After being equipped with appropriate German uniforms, the operatives were initially smuggled into occupied France.  Passing as German bureaucrats, they began their mission.  Here is one example.

German Chief of Staff:  “Field Marshall Rommel has called for his automobile.  He needs to get to Normandy immediately.”

US Operative, dressed as German Bureaucrat: “That will not be possible!  I need two copies of form 1732 signed by a logistics engineer.”

German Chief of Staff: “Even for a Field Marshall! This is preposterous!”

US Operative: “Fuehrer’s personal orders.  He is taking a more personal interest in every aspect of the war these days.”

German Chief of Staff: (Sighs.) “Where do I get the forms.”

US Operative:  “I have the forms here, but you’ll have to go to Calais to get them signed.  If you leave now, you can be back by tomorrow afternoon and then you can go to Normandy.”

German Chief of Staff: (Mumbles under his breath) “Very well, and when I return I expect you to be here at your post, and not somewhere taking a break.”

US Operative: (Angrily) “This post is always manned.  I may only be a clerk, but I’m a clerk for the Third Reich!  Heil Hitler!”

The German penchant for efficiency and predictable routine was easily manipulated by the ersatz bureaucrats.  Operatives made their way into Germany where they set up shop in fuel dumps, refusing to issue petroleum products to any vehicle without the correct serial number.  German soldiers returning in defeat from the Eastern front were ordered by operatives to return to Russia and not come back until they had retrieved their entire issue of equipment.  Successful officers were summarily removed from combat and informed that they had orders to return to school, get married, or in extreme cases to sit in the waiting room until called.

The German Army effectiveness crumbled even as it efficiently adapted to the new rules.  Buried under a mountain of paperwork, the Third Reich collapsed.

General Dwight D. Eisenhower was so incensed when he found out that he decided to retire from the Army and go into politics.

 

 

A Matter of Perspective

When you’re a cat, everything anyone else owns is there for your sleeping enjoyment.

For Every Good Curmudgeon There’s a Bad One

I’m working on a humor piece, but at least for this morning I wanted to address a couple of other issues.

Andy Rooney died today.  It seems like we have too few people who call things as they see them anymore.  Now we have one less.  Andy started out as a war correspondent, a tough beat in anyone’s book.  His 60 Minutes commentaries were on subjects with which we little people could relate but he did so with style and class.  Besides, when he was complaining about some issue or another, I swear there was just the tiniest twinkle in his eye. 

Godspeed, Andy, to a place where you can relax because there will be nothing that calls for complaint.

 

Today is Guy Fawkes Day, marking the execution of the most notable member of a gang that was planning to bomb the British Parliament.  The conspirators collected gunpowder in order to blow up Parliament.  Interrogation techniques were more liberal back then, so under torture they admitted to digging a tunnel between a house and the building where Parliament met.  No tunnel has ever been found, however, even to this day.  The large quantity of gunpowder they accumulated did tend to look more than a bit bad, and the terrorists were convicted then drawn and quartered (a particularly nasty way to die meted out to traitors.)  Fawkes was the final consprator to be executed and at the last minute he fell or jumped from the scaffolding breaking his neck thereby escaping the worst of the punishment.  Guy Fawkes Day became a holiday in England marked by fireworks and bonfires to celebrate the conspirators demise.

 

Today, many of the “Occupy” protestors have adopted Guy Fawkes masks as a symbol of their resistance.  The mask they have chosen was designed for a movie (“V for Vendetta”) and the design is copyrighted by Time Warner (definitely not part of the 99%) who receives a small licensing fee payment for each mask purchased.  There’s more than a bit of irony in that.

Hugo Weaving as V (http://www.fanpop.com/spots/v-for-vendetta/images/5083701/title/hugo-weaving-v-photo)

I have a modest proposal.

Are you surprised?

Rather than Guy Fawkes, who we’d pretty much describe as a terrorist today, there are other choices for a mascot.  Why not John Adams who was one of the sparks that ignited the quest for independency?   There’s always Thomas Jefferson, who placed the concept of breaking from England before the world with the Declaration of Independence.  Why not James Madison, who the Constitution?  He was the one who penned the Bill of Rights guaranteeing freedom of speech and assembly?  If you feel it just isn’t right without a lot of gunpowder, there’s always General George Washington.

The big difference between them and Fawkes is that Adams, Jefferson, Washington, Adams and the other Founding Fathers succeeded.  Guy Fawkes failed.

I say – it’s best to go with a winner.

The Bank Staff Meeting

I’d like to welcome everybody to the weekly staff meeting.  Please turn off all pagers and cell phones. 

What’s that Bob? I don’t care if you’re waiting for a call on a major investment!  You need to get your customers under control.  This bank doesn’t exist to keep customers happy!

Okay, the first order of business.  For years we’ve chained down the ball point pens.  However, people can take as many copies of the deposit slips as they want.  Corporate has directed us to have only one deposit slip out in the lobby area.  When that one is used, we’ll replace it.  If a customer uses more than one, we’ll charge them 10 cents per deposit slip.  What’s that Carol?  What if they have two accounts?  No matter, they still have to pay for the slip.

By the way, let’s all give Carol a big hand.  She figured out that although pay toilets are illegal in this state, pay bathrooms are not.  It now costs one dollar to get into the bathroom.  Since there is no charge to use the actual stalls once you’re inside, it’s completely legal.  Great job, Carol.

Now as you’ve heard, since we can’t charge people for using their debit cards after all, so we’re going to have to lay off thirty thousand employees nationwide.  This is necessary in order to continue the bonuses for our top executives.  Oh, and we’re raising your health insurance deductible and co-pay effective immediately.

Speaking of executives, you’ll be reading in the paper tomorrow that our CEO embezzled twenty-seven million dollars and is now on a Caribbean Island that has no extradition treaty with the United States.  The bad news is that according to his contract, he’s entitled to cash in his stock options for an additional seventeen million.  The good news is that his secretary, who we fired just for the hell of it, is not entitled to unemployment compensation.

We are in the process of hiring a replacement for the CEO.  An offer has been extended to the former CEO of MegaBank.  Since they have declared bankruptcy, he’s now available.  Oh, and he’s also the nephew of a member of our board of directors, so I’m sure he’ll do fine.  I’ve been told that we’ve reached an agreement on his salary, stock options, bonuses and severance package.  Once he and the devil complete negotiations concerning his soul he’ll be able to get started.

Remember, people, most paper clips can be bent back into shape rather than discarded and if you bend a post it note over you can use the other side.

All right everybody, back to work.  Time is money!

With Apologies to the Late George Carlin

Carlin used to say that his job was “To think up goofy $#!+” and then come and report his findings to everyone else.  So here goes….

What if someone showed up at your twenty-fifth high school reunion and really did look exactly like he or she did when they were in high school?

Why are there so few successful Hassidic stand-up comics?

My cat is nice to me when she wants to be fed then she ignores me.  My congressman is nice to me before the election then he ignores me.  Do you think it’s possible that politicians are really cats?

Isn’t it sad that they call school off because of bad weather?  Wouldn’t it be better if they (at least occasionally) shut it down because it’s just too nice?

Why is it that when you go to the store looking for one item and you don’t find it you walk out without buying anything, but when you go into a store looking for three or more items and you can’t find any of them, you walk out having bought more items than were on your list?

Those of us who own dogs are well aware of all the disgusting things they do.  Why, then, when we lose a dog do we immediately go out and buy another one?

Did you ever consider the possibility that global warming is due to the hot air of all the politicians talking about it?

How would you react if you found out your son was dating a Kardashian?

Every parent knows their child assumes we’re out to embarrass them.  Wouldn’t you love to  – just once – actually do that?

You know this is going to happen in thirty or forty years.  A grey haired lady and a bald man are going to hear a rap song and get teary eyed because it reminds them of their first date.

If they can take a picture of a child and computer project how he’ll look when he’s forty, why don’t they take a picture of the tattoo and show how it will look on you in forty years BEFORE you get the tat?

How would you wives react if your husband asked if something made him look fat? 

Okay, I promised I’d try to be funny today.  I tried.  If you liked it – go hug somebody who’s important to you.