Thursday, 20 November 2014

Zombie Technology

CORRECT ME IF I'M WRONG!                                    November 20, 2014
By author Bryce A Baker

Zombie Technology

When I started playing with big cars forty two years ago, I was immersed in a hobby that changed my life. I was a ‘greaser’, buried in a world of road thunder and speed; which brings me to this article.

In the course of my restoration builds, my projects were usually old machines that needed life and fire brought back into them. If it was mechanical, my hands and arms were covered in oil mixed with grease. If we wanted more horsepower, we modified the engine with mechanical parts.

Over the decades, vehicles have been substantially improved for driver and passenger safety, with air bags, reinforcement of the body and so on. BUT… we have entered an age of high priced disposable garbage supported on four wheels. I just finished rebuilding a '94 Suburban. Great body style, but a nightmare of computer driven, hair pulling entanglement of idiotic electronics.

There was a time when a simple mechanical part did more than a good job, and cost a fraction of what they are now. Has the buying public become so stupid that the manufacturers can coddle our wallet with equipment that is totally impractical as well as dangerous? If we have become so complacent with our driving skills that we depend on a computer to park our car or warn us of an impending collision, then we are in deep trouble. It is called ‘paying attention to our own driving’ as well as ‘grab some real driving skills’. Personally, I prefer to be in real control without the aid of a computer. Pretty soon the demanding public is going to want computer controlled grocery carts! That’s when all hell will break loose!

Now let’s figure the economics of the new vehicle. The average cost of the average wheeled computer is around twenty five thousand. Let’s also take into account it lasts five years as opposed to the decades of life thier mechanical ancestors lived. We are paying five thousand a year, plus fuel, plus past warranty repairs, plus, plus, plus. AND these vehicles cannot be restored because of the electronics! Now maybe some people have succumbed to the auto industry marketing but I haven’t.

Ironically, a properly restored vintage vehicle sells for more than a new car. The auto manufactures noticed, so they did retro designs of the old machines. The proof is in the statement. Unfortunately, these retros are laced with wire nightmares that make them impractical to expect to rebuild them.

OHHHH… and gas mileage!!!! My '66 Chevelle got twenty five miles to the gallon with old mechanics. The gas mileage of the new trucks and cars are offset by the extreme high cost of upkeep. My '89 4x4 gets twenty miles to the gallon and more power with a rebuilt pre 1984 V8. Most of the electronics were removed.

This body of mine is approaching six decades, with no electronics. Mind you, parts are now obsolete. But that’s another article.

Anyway…

As you drive down the road next time, consider this: The new car next to you, travelling at a hundred kilometers an hour, could have a computer crash or a psychological meltdown and fry some of its wires. Its sensors may consider you a threat. Then it passes its data through its computer link through the satellites causing other cars to malfunction. We will be in a world of zombie motor vehicles!... A new version of a zombie apocalypse!

No matter what happens… I think mechanical is forever, except when broke down.

Happy motoring.

Please... CORRECT ME IF I'M WRONG!

Bryce A Baker
www.bryceabaker.com

Irritated, WWJD?

CORRECT ME IF I'M WRONG!                                    October 25, 2014
By author Bryce A Baker    


                                                    Irritated, WWJD?
          
In this modern world we are surrounded by many events that irritate our mental, emotional and spiritual stability. If I may, I am going to share some of the items that rock, or have rocked my world. Coming from a world of Criminal Investigation the list is rather substantial, but I will reduce it to a few thousand. Let me also state that the question, “What would Jesus do?” is tattooed on my brain cells. Unfortunately those brain cells are smudged on occasion. Oh, and with His Spirit I have maintained a relative state of sanity.
 
Being irritated has an action, reaction when experienced, which at times can get one into serious trouble. How we handle these events is our responsibility. Sometimes biting our tongue will not suffice and we explode into an irrational episode of stupidity, followed by the shock of reality blasting us in the face.
 
Things that have irritated me;
 
ACTION: Working for months on a case only to have a typo error have it thrown out of court.
 

   REACTION: Learn to type.
 
ACTION: Being in a shootout and running out of bullets.


   REACTION: Go for a donut and coffee and hope the bad guy leaves.
 
ACTION: Pulling someone over for speeding and locking myself out of the police car.


   REACTION: Walk for a donut and coffee.
 
ACTION: It taking miles for someone you are pulling over to hear and see your emergency siren and lights. Then state they didn’t see me behind them. 
 
   REACTION: Flatten their tires.
 
ACTION: Having a youth that has just stolen a car state, “I’m underage! You can’t touch me!”

 
   REACTION: Flatten the tires on their skateboard.
 
ACTION: Halfway through my coffee and donut and get a call out.
 
   REACTION: Get them to go.
 
ACTION: Arresting someone with a gun and they state, “I have a license for that.” A fishing license isn’t a gun license!
 
   REACTION: Giving up on trying to figure out the criminal mind.
So you see life is irritating, but if we handle it in a rational, spiritual way, all can be good.


Please... CORRECT ME IF I'M WRONG!

Bryce A Baker
www.bryceabaker.com

Thursday, 2 October 2014

Biting the Bullet

CORRECT ME IF I'M WRONG!                                           Friday October 3, 2014
By author Bryce A Baker


Biting the Bullet

Again in the news there is a killer of man that is claiming temporary insanity for his crime.

When are the lawmakers and the judicial system going to wake up?


Through my career I have looked into the eyes of many that have no qualms to hurt or destroy without remorse. Like most in that industry, the vacuum of the futile battle for justice empties those that care. 

For the life of me, I can’t understand why humans need to invade other villages to pillage. Why do humans need to cut another down to make themselves feel superior. Our history of violence started when man made his first footprint on this earth and even though we have experienced the lesson of war, we have learned nothing; leaving in our wake a world ravaged by the insane leading the flock of savages.

I do understand that Satan has his venom flowing deep in our world, but that battle is forthcoming.

Many years ago I worked a brutal case that saw no justice for the family’s great loss. This family approached me and offered fifty thousand dollars to ‘fix’ the sadistic creature responsible. I would have done the job for free, but the difference between revenge and justice stretched a fine line. Seeing him walk free curdled my blood.


Getting back to our world: No matter how many losses we log in our journal of growth as a ‘civilized society’ we continue to saddle the ‘Four Horses of the Apocalypse’. No matter what words I write, or creatures battled, I sit at a loss.

There have been times when I had to take the step to use force, but only as a last resort. I heard a saying once, ‘Strength through peace and peace through strength’. At first it struck me as derogatory, but as I developed as a bodyguard and a detective it clarified. I had to be a force to be reckoned with to keep the peace. It is a sad state of affairs.

It is rather funny; I got a review on Amazon from a lady regarding my book ‘Ghosts of Time’. The content of what she said confirmed exactly what the first page said about society in general. She missed the point completely, because of social programming. Ironically, she still liked the book.

‘Ghosts of Time’ has a great deal to do with what I am saying in this article.


Rena has said to me that she would live in a cardboard box if need be, as long as we are together. This is how the world should look to one another.  But, to be realistic… it would be rather crowded.

Please... CORRECT ME IF I'M WRONG!

Bryce Bakerwww.bryceabaker.com

Sunday, 14 September 2014

Baby Boomers

CORRECT ME IF I'M WRONG!                                       Friday September 12, 2014
By author Bryce A Baker


                                                         Baby Boomers

As a member of the ‘Boomer’ generation, I share the most incredible extent of social and technological changes that have molded our lives over the last sixty years. But aside from witnessing man landing on the moon, eight track tapes developing to CD’s or iPods, or to cars parking themselves, there has been an immortal characteristic that has romanced our hearts and souls. I speak of ‘50s and ‘60s rock and roll.

From Do Wop to soul, we have danced, cried, lost and gained to a song seated in our memory. These tunes have something that can never be matched or have the deep impact they integrated into our lives. They spoke from a generation that understood what real romance is. They spoke of experience and realistic, somewhat moral growth. They didn’t portray a social understanding by swearing every second word or promoting anarchistic stupidity.

My step son drove me in his car once. He cranked the tunes like I did at his age but unlike driving the strip to the Beach Boys or swooning my girlfriend with Jay and the Americans the reverberating yelling of antisocial phrases and violence shattered my eardrums. When I had my chance I asked him that it must be interesting romancing his girlfriend to this rap crap. He has no idea what romance is.

There were some antisocial music back in the fifties and sixties but it didn’t carry a gun or an extreme foul mouth. Call me old fashioned, but that’s a label I can be proud of.

I love working in the shop on a custom ride to the sounds of my past that give me peace, love in my heart, and bomp and boogie to the great old times. They energize my spirit. People say we shouldn’t keep rehashing our past, but I love to, so there!

Our music will never fade away into oblivion because we have been sharing our space with a sound that soothes the savage beast and melts the barrier between men and woman.

Our generation has had its faults along with its mistakes but when we listen to our music we can proudly say “I’m a Boomer!”

Please...   CORRECT ME IF I'M WRONG!

Bryce A Bakerwww.bryceabaker.com

Thursday, 14 August 2014

Great Loss



CORRECT ME IF I’M WRONG!                             August 15, 2014

 By author
Bryce A Baker
Great Loss
No matter how hard we cry, the burden of loss cannot be reversed. We give tender to our emotions to accept what reality has given.
This week we have lost a great man that has lightened our world with laughter. Mr. Williams paid with a struggle against drugs and alcohol, which in turn fed his depression. 
To any that condemn or criticize his way of ending his life need to consider how fortunate they are that they are not condemned with depression or addiction. Depression is an illness that can destroy with little one can do to fight against the emotional demons. It strikes people with relentless force.
Each day can strike us hard, dropping us to the ground. Our strength through spirit, family and friends raises us back to our feet.
A couple of years ago I wrote a short story and is as follows.
‘Step with Him this path forward. To slight from which you will, but center back. Make your eyes see the brightness set forth before you. Yet your sight not blinded or shadowed. Through the grasses grown and the towered trees your hearing be enhanced with heaven song. When birds take flight and animals step you understand.
Are you with Him this walk of Spirit and exercise? Doubt not His word for you shall fall with injure. The thorns that can surround will sting only if consent.
When not in thought the evil encompasses. The darkness falls, you see not the dangers. Look deep for there is a Guide. Wounds heal and again your walk is straight.
The waters glisten with diamond sparkle, and the wind brings to you breathe of great scent. In this morning enjoy all that is given and give thanks.
In prayer we take step in this beautiful nature’s park.’ 
Please... CORRECT ME IF I’M WRONG!  
   
Bryce A Baker
www.bryceabaker.com

Friday, 25 July 2014

Just Another One of Those Things

CORRECT ME IF I’M WRONG!                                      July 25, 2014

By published author
Bryce A Baker

                                Just Another One of Those Things


 There is an old saying: It is better to keep silent and be thought a fool, than to open your mouth and prove it.

 If that is the case, then I would rather say my piece. Who are they to judge? Besides, making mistakes builds character and it can be rather entertaining.

 Given the fact that I have stuck my foot in my mouth thousands of times as well as wiggled my toes in the process, I feel that I am more than qualified to write on the subject.

 I have ADHD, better referred to as ‘Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder’, partnered with fifty percent hearing loss. If that isn’t an open invitation for an intellectually stimulating verbal anomaly, nothing is. My interpretation of conversation content can range from the mundane to psychologically analyzing the meaning of life itself. Sometimes these conversations actually include another person… which after reading their lips, considering their body language and eye movement, the aforementioned saying about silence should be incorporated into my lifestyle. 

 Yesterday I had the privilege of having a conversation with a fellow that is in his forties and is diagnosed with ‘Functional Autism’. It is commonly understood that people with “LABELS” are a subspecies created for isolation and to be subtly ignored, but in fact, as we discussed, our “LABELS” are a gift from God to wreak havoc on the rest of the population. He is a very intelligent person with a high degree of intellectual abilities. So he may operate slightly different from mainstream society, but what he has to say should not be kept silent behind a social misunderstanding.

 Most people see me as someone that could never be interpreted as hyper, but if they make the mistake of pushing the hazard button on my forehead, Lookout, because my voice box goes into overdrive! After all the years of being a detective I trained to be in control to keep my feet on the ground and my tongue silent. Now that I have retired from that career, the wake of victims is piling up. It is like being freed from the harness of taciturnity.

 So what is my point and case? Well, I am trying to justify my mistakes in an illogical misalignment of character excuses to make myself feel better. It seems to be working because no one wants to talk with me anymore!

 To summarize. We are all different, with personalities and labels of many types, so why shut up. Maybe if we are honest, (within reasonable parameters) communicate more and let blister with what is on our mind, there would be less assumption with ascension to understanding.

 This be my lesson for the day. Now go forth and be loud and don’t worry, just be able to run really fast.

Please... CORRECT ME IF I’M WRONG!

 Bryce A Baker
www.bryceabaker.com

Friday, 11 July 2014

Hackers


CORRECT ME IF I’M WRONG!                                                           

By published author
Bryce A Baker

                               Hackers


I have a thorn in my shoe that is shared by the whole world. It affects our economy and national security with damages that are in the billions. It disrupts our peace and serenity… and believe me, I need all the serenity I can muster. They desecrate our private identity by robbing our names for financial gain.

Recently, some low life had hacked into one of my Facebook pages and like in the past, as most have had to deal with, there were viruses and interruptions of proper computer function.

There are three creatures that top my list of social maggots. First, are child molesters; second are pimps; and following in close proximity, are hackers.

These slimy rejects from society have plagued us since the beginning. They don’t have a personality, or enough character to function in a regular employment and choose to share their inadequacy to prove their worthlessness.

There are three types of hackers; First is the ‘competitive’ loser that competes to land government jobs to work firewalling other idiots from hacking systems; Then there are the companies that hack, and then sell you an antivirus system; Last and not least, the maggots that can’t even find a girlfriend, let alone a life. They spend hours, causing damage to others because they have no other life. As far as I am concerned, they are the typical bully with a severe case of inadequacy and insecurity. In my terms, maggots! That is insulting a maggot, my apologies to the M.R.A. (Maggot Rights Association).

To excel in computer tech abilities is a great accomplishment for progressive or positive social development. When the PC was presented to us, we became more business friendly with the world, dissolving borders.

The drug cartels are pursuing the extremely lucrative avenue of computer fraud through identity theft, credit card fraud or any crevice in the open market. They have discovered that they are hidden by an electronic freeway with no speed limit, or cop to find them in the maze.

There needs to be stronger force, and for that matter, ‘Law’ able to charge these creatures with  fraud, and whatever else they can be charged with that is more severe than their crime. Or, if they would slither out from under their moldy rock, I would be more than willing to have a ‘discussion’ with them in person.

If I were an alien from another planet, I would look at the world as too corrupt to waste my time coming to invade, befriend or hook up to their internet.

So to all those that have been burned by our subspecies of Neanderthal, let us stand firm… be patient, for one day a bolt of lightning will surge through all the internet and strike the hackers where it will hurt worst… a power outage.

Please... CORRECT ME IF I’M WRONG!

Bryce A Baker
www.bryceabaker.com