Does Anyone Know Where I Put My Sanity? CORRECT ME IF I’M WRONG! 10th edition May 31, 2013

CORRECT ME IF I’M WRONG!              10^th edition       May 31, 2013

By author Bryce A Baker

Does Anyone Know Where I Put My Sanity?

Aging is a biological progression of a body deteriorating to a rickety fragile state of grumpiness. Well okay, that only pertains to me. We all have made the comment. “If I would have known then what I know now!” It’s sad that we spend decades gathering experience and knowledge and when we finally get smart to living we bite the bullet.

I watch the ads on television on age defying creams and lotions to look years younger. After years of research into this I can without doubt confirm this is bodlewoggle. I still look old! I am very disappointed with myself having my chest move south like the birds and forcibly steaming the bathroom mirror to avoid the shock in the morning. Unfortunately the mind sails into stormy waters as well.  I post sticky notes all over the house reminding me of the chores and responsibilities forced on me. My wife does have a problem with the sticky note I placed on her though. She feels my duties of marriage should not have a sticky note to remind me.

One knows they are getting old because your grown children have teenage children of their own. Your grandkids buy you Geritol in bulk for you for Christmas. You don’t understand the new form of language spoken by the young people. Then there is technology! What the heck do we need cars that park themselves? No wonder no one knows how to park. Back in the day we used to pick up a corded phone and say something to the person on the other end, seemed to work pretty well. Now cellphones are almost surgically attached to their hands, and people don’t talk anymore, they Flitter or Oogle or Twicker. I think it’s an alien conspiracy.

Computers… took me two years to learn how to turn the stupid thing on. Then it says “you’ve got mail.” How do you get the letter out of the machine? I had to write my password on the computer because it wouldn’t talk to me otherwise, and I was short on sticky notes. Life was simpler back in my younger days. When you bought something you paid with money, now they invented electronic money. As long as I can remember what my pin number is I have money. THAT works for me.

Anyway, amidst all my confusion of aging there are some benefits. I get seniors price on my coffee. I can con my kids to do chores because my Arthritis is acting up.  I can blame my poor hearing for not understanding my wife’s nagging. So I know now that when I pass on, I will be the smartest, dumb dead person.

By the way… does anyone know how to turn a computer off!

Please... CORRECT ME IF I’M WRONG!

Bryce A Baker

 

'Bullets Don’t Feed the CHILDREN' the 9th edition of CORRECT ME IF I'M WRONG!

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CORRECT ME IF I’M WRONG!                                        May 17, 2013

By author Bryce A Baker

Bullets Don’t Feed the CHILDREN

Through the years in my previous career I, like most in law enforcement, have seen the worst of society and rarely seen the best. But there have been bright lights of encouragement. To those of good character I salute you, for every person that voluntarily contributes to those around them add to the army against the evils that encompass the globe. The people that TRULY aide those at home and around the world, sacrifice everything to help the ravaged. What I am about to vent excludes these great people.

Worldwide people are suffering and dying over territory, religion, money and or the need for supremacy. Sociopathic personalities command places of power and they have no qualms of taking life whether it be man, women or child. This leads to my vent. In my spiritual understanding ‘family’ come first, then neighbors, then countrymen. After this we try to help those of other countries.

For as long as I can remember there has been advertising on TV about the starving children orphaned overseas or those in war battled countries. Please understand that my unbridled compassion for children has been paramount personally and professionally. But when organizations put us under the guilt of morality to help these defenceless young children and donate, or sponsor them… it infuriates me that for the fifty years plus of these campaigns, nothing has improved. Education, food and medicine IS desperately needed for these children but when funds are manipulated away from the needs to really make positive change, it is only the children that suffer. Not far from these needy children are battles going on amongst their own countrymen who have the funds for billions of dollars of weapons and WAR is more important than a progressive country.  

I am a Christian, and as a proper Christian, people are mirrored by those who claim to be and use their self-delegation as a tool to profit by those that truly want to help. What does this mean to me? Well to destroy a belief or a character, one impersonates that ideal in the negative and that is what some in society will believe to be true. Whether we are Christian or any other spiritual belief is irrelevant if evil prevails as the truth.

Here at home, there are children in our country that go to school hungry, in need of clothing and proper medical support, and yet the concerned groups like food banks and related organizations STRUGGLE to maintain. We have a responsibility to our children first.

When the tsunami hit India a few years back, the support in food, medical aid and shelters was incredible but the aide materials were eventually taken by the two rebelling factions there and was being sold to the desperate people. That is just sickening. This goes on in other ravaged locations as well.

Do I have an answer? No I don`t, but let`s tend to our children and maybe the example we show them, will change the future for the better. Let’s quit pretending that our government isn`t bleeding essential services and our ability to feed our children properly in lieu of their ludicrous retirement packages and corrupt public manipulation. People say that we have it pretty well in our country, and we may do better than most, but open our eyes.

My challenge is to help others in other countries after ours, or if personal funds allow, do both. Let’s not throw pearls to a sow but be responsible and frugal      with our resources.

Just a footnote: There is an advertisement on TV by a company trying to get healthy food in the schools for the kids in Canada. So far only eight to nine hundred are being fed properly because of this great program. Now this program is an awesome idea, but what about the other MILLIONS of our school kids.

I have no sarcasm or humor this time because there is no place for humor here. Why is peace so difficult?

“Satan can cast in righteous vision with acts of Heavenly assumption, but be of concern if in short term. Angels with Heavenly intent will be of permanent light.” Bryce A. Baker 2013

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'An Awesome Cure for Absolutely NOTHING!' the 8th edition of CORRECT ME IF I'M WRONG!

CORRECT ME IF I’M WRONG!                                         May 3, 2013

By author Bryce A Baker

 

An Awesome Cure for Absolutely NOTHING!

I was a teenager in the sixties amongst the Hippie generation. Even though I wasn’t a follower of their ideals of the flower power, drugs and free love, I was still young and impressionable. I LIKED the free love part but learned that after three divorces they mislead me on the FREE. 

If drugs did have a place in society: Can you imagine the production of a coke or meth addict at a McDonalds? The hamburgers would be served before they were ordered. As a Border Guard, the lineups would disappear and the drug smugglers would have their own express lane. As a fire fighter they would circle the fire with the trucks so fast the vortex would extinguish the flames without water. As a Politician they would take bribes, mislead the public, pad their expense accounts and get enormous retirement packages……

Can you imagine a dude sucking on a joint… walking into a bank intending to rob it. ‘Dude’ floats up to the teller and takes a slow toke. ”Hey damsel…TOKE... Like… I’m here to rob you...TOKE... Like, I’m in no rush…TOKE… Would you like to partake?...TOKE… Miss… like… could you tell me why I’m here?...Oh ya I need some green…TOKE… Do you have a lunch room?…TOKE… I have a gnarly hunger happening.”  The police arrive and take him into custody.  On the way to the jail he decides to enlighten the arresting officers. “Dudes… Did you bring my money, and I misplaced my weed?”  Maybe the world would be a mellower place.

Why don’t we legalize everything illegal and do away with the courts and police and the need to feel guilty. I am almost positively sure, I think, that this would work. The government would regulate, taxate and manipulate our new freedom to such a degree that we would go bankrupt. Then we would have to steal to survive and go on the wagon because drugs are too expensive. But that’s okay, it’s legal. The drug cartels would apply for a government bailout.  To maintain the cash flow to the Politicians they would apply a BST on anyone that does a good deed.

The evening news would be interesting. They wouldn’t have anything of controversy to report, so they would ‘Role Play’ someone feeling bad about committing a murder and pretend they went to prison to get their degree in Political Science. There is another positive; the need for lawyers and judges would be obsolete. They would have to get real jobs.

Heard it said many times that the police battle against illegal drugs hasn’t accomplished a thing. Okay. Donate the confiscated drug money to the ‘Baker Relief Fund’. Wouldn’t want it to go to waste.

So after hours of consideration and lack of forethought these ideas could function in today’s society. I kinda liked chasing bad guys though.

Now at any time, anything I said made sense to you; CHECK YOUR MEDS!

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Bryce A Baker                              

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