tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24132019460200257102024-03-14T01:26:15.541-07:00MY DAILY PENNYccornicellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15209104309613029184noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413201946020025710.post-32632933842562218142011-03-08T04:38:00.000-08:002011-03-08T04:38:19.128-08:00Last nights blogI will be uploading last nights blog today.ccornicellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15209104309613029184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413201946020025710.post-52565382270785837662011-03-07T13:27:00.000-08:002011-03-07T13:27:10.844-08:00Office Space<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>The Daily Diatribe</b></span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><b>Joshua Herdt 3/7/2011</b></div><br />
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<i>"A man's manners are a mirror in which he shows his portrait."</i> -Johann Wolfgang von Goethe <br />
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How do you treat your fellow co-workers?<br />
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Anyone who has ever worked in an office environment can tell you that it’s certainly a conglomeration of personalities. Even on a daily basis you can’t be sure exactly what you’re going to get. What’s more, entire TV sitcoms have been based upon the stereotypical people that dominate the office scene. Who hasn’t seen The Office?<br />
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In my own opinion office environments are indicative of the lack of social etiquette that has begun to defile out culture. Whether it’s forgetting your manners or taking the time to say ‘hello’, it’s no secret that we often forgo the yip-yap in a rush to get things done.<br />
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Why?<br />
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I often ask myself why office neighbors treat each other with such blatant disrespect. It seems that at every turn some one is lambasting someone else. What causes this remorseless attitude? Is it because we work together every day? Or, are we so disillusioned by our paper shuffling that we’ve forgotten what truly matters: How we treat one another.<br />
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What further amuses me is that I often hear the older folks in my office complaining about the lack of manners in American Youth. They look down their noses at their younger co-workers when they are just as guilty. I couldn’t tell you the number of times I have some one correct my speech, slap me with sarcasm, or go out of their way to make me feel inferior or less intelligent in comparison to them. In fact, I would say that offices today are bloated with over inflated ego’s all looking to make themselve’s look better.<br />
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If anything, I’ve found that offices are a zoo of insecurities. I would like to think it’s these insecurities and NOT human indecency that plague so many of us. That of course, would be a teaspoon of wishful thinking mixed with a tablespoon of theory.<br />
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What is it that makes us go out of our way to give someone else a hard time?<br />
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What has happened to the idea of team cooperation?<br />
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I believe if we all offered a bit more patience and a little more sincerity we could go a long way in improving our work place. <br />
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I'm sure there will be more of this diatribe to come.ccornicellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15209104309613029184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413201946020025710.post-31252131226942855322011-03-07T07:23:00.000-08:002011-03-07T07:23:57.746-08:00Tonights BlogShould Obama tap into our own oil reserves to lower gas prices?<br />
Gas has gone up an astronomical amount in the last month. Just last week it went up over 12 cents locally. Not to mention that in the next few weeks food and drinks will go up 10% nationally. These are just some of the many angles and issues regarding our way of living and how it may just become unsustainable.ccornicellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15209104309613029184noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413201946020025710.post-90244907365585342752011-03-04T04:44:00.000-08:002011-03-04T04:44:00.047-08:00What is wrong with people?<b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">The Daily Diatribe</span></span><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">By Joshua Herdt 3/4/2011</span></b><br />
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Today’s post deals exclusively with an article that was brought to my attention yesterday at work. The article itself was posted in the Richmond Times Dispatch. You can find that article <a href="http://www2.timesdispatch.com/news/2011/mar/03/TDMAIN03-californian-survives-long-ride-on-van-hoo-ar-879438/">here</a>.<br />
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The article discusses a married couple Christopher and Rebecca Carroll from Manteca California. Stop me if you’ve heard this one. <br />
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What an incredible story of absolute insanity! What the hell is wrong with people? This guy drove for 45 minutes at speeds of 100 miles per hour with his wife clinging for dear life to the windshield wipers of their van.<br />
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Crazy, right?<br />
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Well if that weren’t enough to peak your curiosity, Christopher had an encounter with police a day before (last Thursday I believe). According to the Turlock Journal:<br />
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“Carroll is the same person who police talked out of a Dumpster where he was allegedly trying to drown himself in two inches of rain water on Mission Ridge Drive Thursday afternoon after a 45-minute period of officers negotiating with him. He was then charged with being under the influence of an unknown substance in public.”<br />
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At this point you almost find yourself wishing the Police had let him drown.<br />
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If this story doesn’t make you question the nature of our own society I don’t know what will. I mean really, why do we allow people such as this to breed? <br />
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Do you think there were ever signs prior to this that the husband was a tad unhinged? I can’t imagine something like that pops up out of the blue. And, come to think of it, how the hell did she end up on the hood of that van anyway? <br />
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As I mentioned in an email to a friend, I can’t imagine (even in my most loony and enraged moments) ever attempting to drown myself in a dumpster or hanging my wife from the hood ornament of our family sedan as I race down the highway.<br />
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You read things like this and you realize why evolution is just a theory.ccornicellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15209104309613029184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413201946020025710.post-81795887181659234052011-03-03T07:10:00.000-08:002011-03-03T09:20:02.157-08:00Where have all the good shows gone?<div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>The Daily Diatribe:</b></span></div><b style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Joshua Herdt 3/2/2011</b><i><br />
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<i>“History is now strictly organized, powerfully disciplined, but it possesses only a modest educational value and even less conscious social purpose.”</i> -J. H. Plumb<br />
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I take off my shoes and slip in to my pajamas before turning down the bed and sliding in between the sheets. There is something unquestionably appetizing about cool crisp sheets. They’re like the longed for embrace of a distant lover and just as fulfilling. As I fluff and stack my pillows I turn on my Sony LCD Television and the room falls into a false twilight. <br />
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Let’s see what’s on TV.<br />
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Instinctively I go to History HD. What I find there is the equivalent of towels or socks for Christmas. Swamp People, the bane of History TV. Oh how I loath you. This seems like a re-occurring phenomenon these days. Where are the archaeologists excavating long forgotten pyramids? Where are the Roman ruins? Why aren’t we delving into the lost archives of underground Edenborough? Shouldn’t we be exploring the ruins of the Oracle of Delphi or hearing about Mauselous?<br />
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“Christ,” I murmur to myself as I turn off the TV and go to bed.<br />
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It’s rare these days to pick anything decent out of the interminable dross mucking up that channel. I mean really, what does axe-men, ice road truckers, and swamp people have to do with history? I’ve nearly given up on the History Channel. To think, it had such a sparkling and unblemished reputation of reliability. At one point they had the money and name to get behind the scenes in some of the most sought after locations. If there would have been a discovery pertaining to Tutankhamen or cannibalism amongst the Anastazi, the History Channel would have be there.<br />
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Then, somewhere along the lines it turned into the Nazi Channel, then the WWII channel, and when they exhausted their film footage of WWII we fell head first into The Reality TV.<br />
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“Welp, times are tough and money is tight, so if we expect to keep greasing our pockets with cheddar we’re going to have to 86 our shows on Stonehenge and put on cheap low budget crap.”<br />
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Congratulations, you’ve lost all your credibility. Bring back my shows you scheisters!<br />
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Why do they even call it the History Channel?<br />
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What are your opinions of Reality TV and present day Television? In my opinion their inept inefficient mind numbing drivel that lacks any artistic or educational value. Keep in mind, this is coming from a writer who enjoys his burp and fart humor.<br />
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<div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;">*As always, I’m curious for your thoughts or insight. If you feel inclined, notify me by <a href="mailto:joshherdt@gmail.com">email</a> or visit me on facebook.</span></b></div>ccornicellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15209104309613029184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413201946020025710.post-39775398512678520442011-03-03T06:07:00.000-08:002011-03-03T06:10:33.237-08:00To be clearI just want to be as clear as possible, I'm neither Republican nor Democrat. My alliance is to the politician not the party. Democrats have had the majority of power for the last 6 years and failed to do anything with it. Under their majority rule, banks failed the American people. Big Wallstreet business were bailed out of debt, and kept in operation to continue screwing over the middle class worker.<br />
It happened on the Democratic watch and it burns me up when I hear that Republics are largely to blame for it. Dems had 6 solid years to make significant changes and didn't.<br />
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Republicans as a majority scare me. With party leaders like Bachman, Gingrich, and Palin we probably should be. I could care less if religion is the carrot at the end of your purpose of life stick. However, its not a guarantee that your decision making is correct nor a guarantee on character. How many times do we have to see big religious or faith keeping politicians fall from grace before we learn that its a money or vote making gimmick?<br />
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The poster I posted earlier is meant more or less to show the sheer number of dollars being spent. What the Koch brothers are doing, IS completely legal. If we really buy into the idea that Gov. Walker is doing this to better your life and mine, think again. As is always true, follow the money trail and you'll find the truth.ccornicellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15209104309613029184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413201946020025710.post-657781997761479122011-03-03T05:58:00.000-08:002011-03-03T05:58:08.974-08:00An interesting poster I ran by today<img src="http://cdn.other98.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/walker-final.jpg" />ccornicellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15209104309613029184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413201946020025710.post-70811074964729299132011-03-02T18:28:00.000-08:002011-03-02T18:29:10.351-08:00Illusions of GrangerHas there been a moment where you couldn't get on the internet or have use to your cell phone without it being caused by a natural disaster? Your stomach may turn or you find yourself in absolute boredom. <br />
<div>There was a time not to long ago, where saying you were going on a road trip meant that you only knew you were going east or west. Now we have GPS on damn near everything. There is no secret trail or road you stumbled upon. Your entire life at this point has already been lived, tweeted, and gpsed before you. </div><div>In essence, you live a moment of someone else's life and then comment about it on a blog somewhere else.</div><div><br />
</div><div>We now are so connected that people we knew in kindergarten somehow remember our name and find us out on the net. We quote more from songs in a conversation than we actually create in dialog. The list could go on and on from knowing the weather for the week to where to find the first Ipad 2.</div><div><br />
</div><div>What I see is a generation of people who will have less and less moments of surprise. Places you have never gone to are just as easily seen via flicker than having gone. If you were to unplug yourself, would you be able to be happy? I realize the question within itself could easily be answered as yes. However, thats because you answered the question without trying to live that moment in your mind and actually seeing it. </div><div><br />
</div><div>As LCD Tvs turn to LED that turn into 3D that turn into Lawnmower Man, we lose our sense of reality. We lose the idea that life and everything in it is precious and frail. We see death as nothing more than the best part of the movie, or the achievement of a high score on a game. When tragic moments happen and we see it for a moment and then poof its gone just as fast as it came.</div><div><br />
</div><div>The overall idea in this is to say step outside and breath. Take a deep deep breath. Assuming your not living near a dumpster. However, just seize that frail moment. Disconnect from what you see as reality and use your other senses for a moment. Instead of watching the food network, try cooking it yourself without any instructions and see what you get. </div><div><br />
</div><div>One day, it happens for all of us. Our time comes to its end. There is a final chapter in everyones book of life. Just remember that it is better to have the feel of sand between the toes, than to have seen it in 3D.</div><div><br />
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<i>"That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,"</i> said the Cat.<br />
<i>"I don’t much care where--"</i> said Alice.<br />
<i>"Then it doesn’t matter which way you go,"</i> said the Cat.<br />
<i>"--so long as I get SOMEWHERE,"</i> Alice added as an explanation.<br />
<i>"Oh, you’re sure to do that,"</i> said the Cat, <i>"if you only walk long enough." </i> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><b><i>-Chapter Six: Alice's Adventure's in Wonderland</i></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I open my eyes.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">My room is encumbered by a spring chill. Like a mist it enshrouds and envelopes this 10” x 12” cavern of privacy. Like a dog's heavy breath, it's moist. Unlike the air of the living, it's cold and unforgiving. There is a voice to this fog. A whisper of despair that somehow stirs in the dark recesses of my heart.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I roll over as my alarm clock screams. It's the obnoxious screech of a harpy cutting through my dreams like a machete. My muscles are slow to react and reluctantly I reach out and let my hand fall upon the alarm button. As if choked on the ironic turbulence of my mood, the banshee like contraption hiccups and falls into silence</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">It's time to start the day.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I lay back and sigh. It's a sigh that sucks the mists of sleep up out of the room. It scoops it like a spoon of shredded wheat and dumps in squarely into my chest, where the rest of my secrets, my stories, my fears reside. You see a man's chest is a bucket of anonymity. It's where the landscapes of his life spread out and unfold like a million plus miles of prairie. It's the weight by which you judge a man. No, it isn't by the wealth that lines his silk pajama pockets. Nor is it the roof that stands stalwartly above his head. It isn't even by his career or his hobbies. “How then, Joshua, does one judge a man?” You do so by his fallacies... and his dreams. These are the trade winds that catch the sails of his heart and soul and draw him into the world like a ship leaving the harbor.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">“Tell me a story,” you say.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Well, I really only have one to tell. It's the only thing written on the fields of my mind. The only thing in this world I can call mine.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I can't promise you it's a happy story. I can only define it as promising.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I rolled out of bed today and stumbled to my bedroom door. I turned on the light and tugged clumsily at the door knob. The door moaned and gave way begrudgingly. I grabbed a towel from the pantry and turned off the A/C. I walked to the shower, closed the door, got clean, got out, got dressed, and prepared my lunch for the day. After that I got in my car and began the long drive from my doorstep to Ashland. I drove to work.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">There is nothing exciting about this. But this is every day. This is what I do. It's routine and unworthy. I would call it pathetic and sad that the few years we walk upon this earth are spent repeating over and over the sacrifices society and life insist. It's as though we're a lyric in a song, skipping, skipping, skipping, until we're unable to recollect where we once began and ultimately where we'll end. Like you, I'm a prisoner to the ordinary and plain... a dreamer... wishing for the freedom of my own emerald dreams.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">When I was younger it was different. I remember all the possibility. The world was a vast horizon greeting me at my door step. I use to think I'd be great.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I smile, thinking back on that.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Joshua was not like other boys. Though small and lithe, short and awkward, there was a destiny that lay about him that was only dwarfed by the potential resting on his shoulders. The world was his to mold and shape, to explore and wander, to define and carry all the days of his life. While I was a nerd and outcast at school I was something more in the parameters of my own imagination. I was champion waiting for destiny to sweep me up and paint me across a thousand colorful victories.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I would spend my afternoons pretending to defend freedom from viscous adversaries. Perhaps I was breaking into a tomb like Indiana Jones, or piloting a boat down the Amazon in search of some lost treasure. Regardless, I was larger than life; a life of talking tree's and pixies, sword fights and romance, dragons, demons, angels, lost loves, rugged highlands, mysterious creatures, chatty animals, and heroic characters. There was a piggy bank of fiction stored squarely in my mind, it was all for me, and as wide as the five horizons of the earth.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">At some point I lost it, those verdant fields. Elysium was folded and tucked away. It was put in a cupboard or dresser drawer and forgotten, until today.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">That's the tragedy of growing old.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">You trade your dreams for something real... and that something real isn't ever as great as the stories in your heart.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">I can't remember how to tell a story...</div><div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">Every day I wake up and a portion of my soul screams that I should be doing something. </div><div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">“What, what is this thing, this destiny, this task, this something that calls me like a rancid addiction!”</div><div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">Like Alice, I feel as though I should be going somewhere. But where? Was I supposed to know the way? This, I fear, is the curse of adulthood and the common anguish of our age. Society told us all that we had to be somewhere and it forgot to mention when and where.</div><div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">-Joshua </div>ccornicellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15209104309613029184noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413201946020025710.post-77590524003968960332011-03-02T12:40:00.000-08:002011-03-02T12:58:57.228-08:00Tonights BlogIllusions of Granger. In todays society we see 3D televisions, music by the billions at our finger tips, flashy celebrities, and constant updates via Facebook and Twitter. Some of us can't stand to stay away from our phone or laptop longer than 5 minutes. <div>I wonder if in all this static noise we are losing ourselves. I wonder if we are losing the bigger picture in life. For instance, how about just enjoying the hilarity in the moment rather than worrying about trying to catch it on video and posting it on Youtube.</div><div>It would seem that we no longer really get to experience the little moments because we no longer have the time for them.</div>ccornicellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15209104309613029184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413201946020025710.post-41683148495442783622011-03-01T17:24:00.000-08:002011-03-01T17:24:07.340-08:00In the near future...We tend to hear words like "In the near future..." when watching major news networks. The story usually follows something negative followed by our governments views on the issue. The outcome usually hurts middle America and the rest just trudge on through it without a thought.<br />
The super rich don't have to worry about those future thoughts, because the majority of them generate our futures with their decision making. The stretch of haves and have nots is widening at alarming rates.<br />
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In 2010, the Supreme Court passed laws allowing Corporations the ability to make contributions to the political parties of their choosing and placing no cap on that said amount. All this really does is make it open to the public that for instance, Coca Cola supports the Republican party and by what dollar amount that support is defined by.<br />
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Now, the point of this blog is to discuss our neighbors and friends in Madison, Wisconsin. However, this fight isn't just for those there, but all over the US. Republicans have a funny way of enforcing government. Republicans lean to the side of smaller government and smaller taxes. John McCain and other elite republicans believe that private business and individuals should push America forward, not the government. However, when it comes to Unions or Collective Bargining, this is too much. Gov. Walker has made it clear, that in order for the budget to have any chance of being fixed, the government can no longer negotiate. In fact, the government needs more influence and power over teachers and other public workers in order to deal with the chaos in the said budget crisis. How sad is it then, that only a few weeks before, he gave over $171 Million in tax breaks for the corporations of the State.<br />
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I guess the poor and middle class have to suffer but the rich and well off come off clean if not better off. Trickle down economy seems to work pretty well when the rich are rain clouds and the government is the gutters. When did it become politically safe to say " Let the corporations prosper, their our future and let the kids suffer for it."?<br />
If Wisconsin is in such financial ruin, shouldn't everyone suffer to pay off the debt?<br />
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This isn't just about the mixed messages. This about your right to influence the government that is supposed to work for you! Now, it should also be noted that out of the top ten Political Contributing Groups only three gave any money to the Democratic Party. The other seven were rooted with the Republican Party. Those three were all Union Groups. If Gov. Walker gets his way, it provides the catalyst for other Red State Governors to do the same. Corporations are FOR PROFIT. Their voting power only helps their agenda, which is more profit.<br />
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Finally, a great President of ours once thought we should have more rights as working class people. This President was well aware of the power that Corporations had over Congress. Even men of idealism, dream of money. <br />
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<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3EZ5bx9AyI4" title="YouTube video player" width="480"></iframe>ccornicellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15209104309613029184noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413201946020025710.post-51063994196998574182011-03-01T08:51:00.000-08:002011-03-01T08:51:00.474-08:00Tonights BlogI just wanted to post an FYI about tonights Blog. I'm going to talk politics for a moment. In Madison, Wisconsin there is a strong debate going. It sets the tone for future State politics regarding how we as American citizens get to debate with our leaders. <br />
At the end of the day there is more to this than just a budget that needs to not only be passed but enforced, but the issue of future elections and information that we get. Corporations in the last few years have been given the right to provide as much money to political leaders of their choosing as they please. The face of politics and voting have changed. <br />
How does this affect you? How will aspiring political leaders of both parties try and sway voters to their views in the future? These are the real questions.<br />
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Please always feel free to comment on the blogs or post something on Twitter. I enjoy debate over lecture any day.ccornicellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15209104309613029184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413201946020025710.post-29048587102083079282011-02-28T20:34:00.000-08:002011-02-28T20:34:05.744-08:00First PennyThis is my first penny. I'm not sure exactly where this will lead. I can tell you that I enjoy discussing politics, religion, and relationships Oh yes, the most diverse discussions come from these three. Somehow, it sooths the soul when one can openly discuss such matters.<br />
My blog tonight actually deals with relationships. I read a funny article today on Yahoo.com. The question was "why are men so upset?"<br />
I've attached the article so that you all can see the full text. You can find it at the bottom of the blog. To best summarize the content is that men are upset because women expect men to still pay for dinners when women make just as much money if not more. It also states that men would rather sit at home, search porn and play playstation then have to deal with trying to full-fill the endless needs of a woman. Basically women are so demanding on men, that men have given up.<br />
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There are bigger issues that yet to have been addressed. Mens roles in life are defined by society as being the bread winner. Women are told to be true to themselves and love unconditionally. However, when we get out there and look around, none of what we are told about the opposite sex seems to be true. We feel betrayed by our idealisms of youths past. Nothing is wrong with women wanting equality at the work place or in bed. However it should be noted, women have just as easily given up on looking for prince charming. It would seem that many of todays men in the 20's to early 30's are basically 10 year old boys with executive positions who play playstation on a "subprofessional" level.<br />
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Women on the other hand or nothing if not a puzzle where no single option or answer ever fit perfect. Men expect women to be clear, upfront, and easier to read than a Dr. Sues book. This is because men in nature are simplistic, and complexity is not our strong suit. If the other issue is sex, well the truth is men can't seem to muster up the testicular fortitude to ask a woman out, or even approach one, without fulfilling the duty of being a jerk first as to keep face in-case friends are watching. Perhaps, if men weren't so scared to approach women with confidence, or the belief that they can offer that woman the best night of her life rather than being scared of rejection, less men would be upset. Truth is, that in the article is states more men are looking at porn more often. This only goes to prove that mens self confidence is nothing short of hilarity and better off for women and other men anyways.<br />
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Now I do realize that divorce has raised mens awareness to "gold-diggers". However, in the times we are living we don't have much gold, but what we do have, we want to keep. Why should men have to carry the burden of debt in a divorce? If women want equality in every aspect of life, why not in divorce as well? <br />
I can only imagine how many ways that could be argued on both sides. Women say that men have made them stay home to raise the children and keep the house tidy. Men could argue that we don't live in the 1950's anymore, and both parties are working to pay the bills. In some cases women are the bread winners and men stay home to do chores and keep the children.<br />
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I guess the reality is that the times have changed again. For most of history men have dominated every arena that men have created. Its only just recently the women have had the right to vote. I don't believe our forefathers could have seen the changes that are in place today happen so quickly. Some of us remember our mothers putting hot food on the table for father and doing dishes afterwards. Some of us experienced nothing more than two people who shared in all duties and never knew of inequality. Growing up from a boy to a man defines you as being tough, decisive, and the Alfa of your group. However todays women hold just as much power or perhaps even more. <br />
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I don't feel men have really ever completely understood women. History up to this point never demanded that we do. Now things have changed, we are aware of this change, yet unaware of how to cope with it.<br />
I say embrace the change, and perhaps, you will find that women recognize this and in turn see your confidence. Confidence in the right amount is a natural aphrodisiac.<br />
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