First Sign of Insanity?
They say the first, maybe worst, sign of insanity is the belief that others are controlling your life. If that’s true, I’m in, as George Bush the elder said, “deep doodoo.”
To paraphrase FedEx, I am absolutely, positively certain that I have less and less control of my life each year.
In aviation, the guvmint controls more space in more ways every year. I’m not saying that’s bad (or good), just that it’s true. TSA tells me what I can check, what I can carry on, to take off my shoes and unpack my computer. The airlines tell me to get there earlier, stand in lines longer, and squish up tighter. General aviation airspace becomes more restrictive and more complex. I have no control over any of this.
Outside of aviation, same thing. Between city, county, state, and fed, I spend much of my time paying and much of it trying to find out what to pay. I’m not even allowed to call the local U.S. Postal Service office, and that office can barely explain the new rates and the rules that determine what is a “standard” letter. Medicare? Social Security? Fageddabout it. In the first place, they don’t speak English but only some weird language that consists only of acronyms. If you actually put up with the telephone system, delays, and complications necessary to get an appointment with a Social Security person, she (if the Social Security System employs any males, I have never seen one) can and will explain the system and answer your questions very clearly. But only Mother Teresa ever had the serenity to put up with the process of getting the appointments, and she didn’t need to.
Telephone companies? Cable TV suppliers? Computers or, worse yet, computer people? Y’all, you might as well just give up. Hire a 12-year-old kid and let him/her figure it out. You ain’t gonna live long enough to do it yourself. If you do, your whole system (and you) will be totally obsolete when you get done.
That’s all I’ve got time for now. I think they’re coming to take me away.
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Clyde–
You really know how to hurt a fellow, don’t you? BTW, my next BLOG, going on tonight, will be about your old friend, Dr. Stuhlinger.
Thanks for writing,
Ralph Hood
R,Hang on son & get used to it, for Obama will bring you more of the same.
Clyde
Doug–
Hmmm…
Do I do a good job? I’m not sure.
However, I do keep on pluggin’, and I reckon that’s more’n half of it.
Thanks for writing,
Ralph Hood
All very true and quite entertaining too. So how do you really manage to do a good job at what it is you do if it’s really as bad as all that?
R. W. (Bob Hall)
Leave me alone! I won’t go! I won’t go!
A-R-R-G-H!
Ralph (Perfectly Normal) Hood
Ralph, Just relax and let it happen.It’s much less painful that way. We’re just doing what is best for you. You will be much better off after it’s all over with. Sincerely, Your Guvmint