How Cultural Laziness Trumps Bureaucratic Meddling
The co-president is having a difficult time with her school lunch nutrition standards. Fat kids and those with tooth rot could change their lives for the better if they could develop a taste for cardboard and dried Bahia. So far, she’s been able to blame the Republicans for this crappy food foisted by law on innocent cafeteria workers and lunch room monitors across the fruited plain.
Down on the frontlines, where the goulash leaves the spoon, school cafeteria managers and workers say students are boycotting government rations so unanimously that budgets are tanking as dumpsters consume way more of Michelle’s “health” food than students do.
With a staff of dozens and an annual administrative budget that includes salaries in excess of $1million, you’d think that The First Lady could conjure up something healthful and appealing?
Of course, all this brain-trust that is machinating in the liberal think tank fails once again to get the real facts at the root of this problem. Parents; too lazy, too busy, and too intimidated by the juvenile “people” their indulgence has created, and too permissive to rein them in, turn every aspect of raising children over to the TV, the Ipad, and any volunteer bureaucracy that makes enough noise to get their attention for more than 45 seconds.
Here’s Your Cake . . . And Eat It Too!
From an article on Glen Beck’s The Blaze website:
Two years ago a bakery owner in Lakewood, Colorado, Jack Phillips, refused to make a wedding cake for a gay couple. The ACLU filed a complaint on behalf of Mr./ Mr. Mullins-Craig, and the Colorado Civil Rights Commission upheld a ruling by the Administrative Court, and ordered Masterpiece Cakeshop owner Phillips, to “cease and desist from discriminating” against same-sex couples.
Phillips cites his First Amendment rights (free speech) but goes further and declares his religious convictions as the compunction for his stand. Now we know why the ACLU jumped in so quickly.
There is another aspect to this story that shines some light on what’s right and free-market mechanics versus big government recklessness and invasive liberal invasion of our lives.
Mr. Phillips says that his business actually improved after this story got out. That proves that the Mr./Mr.’s cake-walked on the wrong side of town. It also proves that one kind of bigot will go to extreme measures to make a different kind of bigot out of innocent bystanders, especially if it doesn’t cost them anything to do so.
Additionally, since Phillips is still enjoying the prosperous rewards of his baking endeavor there is a counter point to political correctness that doesn’t need much of an explanation. The results speak for themselves.
From a “free-market” standpoint let’s suppose, for a second, that I operate a store that sells cookies, contemporary artifacts and miscellaneous sundries. Kinda like a sweet thrift shop. Don’t you reckon that if I put baked cow poo on sale, my revenues would plummet rather quickly?
Sometimes, in retail especially, people do things that make you angry. That’s their problem. You still have a choice. Don’t spend your money there!
Come on – give us a break. The shop owner has as much right to decide what his market is, as gays have to refuse to do business with him.
That’s not enuff said, yet . . . .
Here At Home - Inglis
Town commissioners with the attention span of amoebas continue to make Inglis government a laughing stock. Fortunately, I guess, last Thursday, May 29th, the commission chamber was full of citizens, many of whom were not aware that they had gotten tickets to Ringling’s Clown College graduation.
Beginning with an agenda that a physic couldn’t understand, to surprise revelations of behind the scenes scrambling: as in, one commissioner going to another’s home for a nocturnal discussion of “what’s right”. That old Sunshine Law thing just keeps rearin’ its ugly head – you can’t have any fun or get anything done around here!
We also learned that information gathered from a time honored source was more than reliable enough to accuse another of a potential felony - -in the newspaper, no less! And . . . from the other end of the dais, one story being told by the teller three different ways. And finally, the commissioner who held the town employees hostage for a week with his meeting agenda titled, “Address Employees”, was at a loss for words when asked by an audience member where he got his information. Caught with his pants down and facing the revelation of admitting another violation of the real Sunshine Law he opted for “I got it from the grapevine”. Any wonder that you know who, asked repeatedly for an adjornment. Plus, he told all the employees that he loved them. I’m sure they could feel it at that moment.
Bet you can figure out that “you’re a liar” was batted around the room like a Chinese ping pong match. There’s more but, it can wait.
That’s enuff said.
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From my cuz the legal juggernaut:
Why Old Men Don’t Get Hired
Personnel Manager: "What is your greatest weakness?"
Old Man : "Honesty."
Personnel Manager: "I don't think honesty is a weakness."
Old Man : "I don't really give a shit what you think."