Drivers Licenses for Illegals?… Really?… Again?

This is my first post, so I will try and keep it short and sweet until I get into the swing of things. After all, I don’t want Sparky to ban me right off the bat before I even get going.

Lets break this issue down for a moment and see if we can get some clarity by giving equal time to some proponents arguments.

  1. “we are a much more secure nation if we do issue driver’s licenses and/or state IDs to every resident who applies, regardless of immigration status.”
    Ok, this is almost just too silly. So, anybody who applies, will be issued a driver’s license. That way, I guess, we can slack off on the border restrictions. Anyone from, oh, I don’t know… Iran, or Afghanistan for example, can walk on in to the DMV, take a driver’s test and get a license, and drive off into the sunset, fat, dumb and happy right? So where does the “much more secure” part come in?
  2. “If illegal immigrants are afraid to talk to police because of fear of deportation, fewer people come forward to report crimes, aid police investigations, and testify as witnesses.”
    So using this analogy, I guess if you grab some old ladies purse today, run around the corner and take the cash out, then witness somebody else getting mugged walking home, you will have no problem reporting the mugging to the cops, as long as we remove the fear of being arrested for stealing the old ladies purse, right? Illegal is Illegal…Period!
  3. “We need to keep track of them somehow because they are so afraid of deportation that most of them live ‘off the grid’. This will help us keep track of them”
    If we assume that they do live mostly off the grid, working for cash under the table, no checking or banking accounts, no social security cards, etc. (more on this later), and we are going to give them DL’s to keep track of them, what name do you suppose they will use on their application? How will we verify their information on the form. And here is the really scary scenario; someone goes to the DMV, claims to be illegal goes through the process to get their DL with their “real”  name verified by our superior background research. Ok, now multiply that by all 50 states (or at least the ones that are considering this legislation or have enacted something like it), with different identities in each. Cool! They should be easy to keep track of right?
  4. “Moving around freely is a right in this country. Taking that right away is unconstitutional and racist.”
    I love this argument. Growing up in a small California town, I could not wait until my 16th birthday so I could go take my drivers test and get my license. The week before I took the test, I got into a little argument with my dad over some trivial thing, trying to launch fireworks meant for a vertical launch from a safe non-flammable surface from a jury-rigged hand held launch tube I think, (like I said…trivial). He told me, and I quote “a drivers license is not a right, it is a privilege. It will be earned and not freely given to you! If you want that license, you have to prove to me you deserver it.” I still happen to believe that. Thanks Dad.
    As for it being constitutional, last time I checked, the constitution applied to US citizens. By definition, illegal aliens are not US citizens, and as for being racist, well, I have not even mentioned a particular race of people here have I?

I could go on all day with this (don’t even get me started on how they(illegals) prop up our economy), however I need to get back to work. I hope Sparky lets me publish this article.
Until next time…

Good Enough For You?

Stand by, this is probably going to be long.
Just like you, I sometimes struggle with the choices I make. For the moment, I’ll leave religion out of the discussion. Heck, I’ll even try to leave out sex and politics. Now, on to my beef (as it were):

At least in Southern California, just about everyone either needs a car or needs to know someone with a car. You might want a Suzuka Gray Metallic Audi T-Type RS Coupe with a Black/Alcantara interior, but would you drive a Toyota Camry instead? How about a 1990s-era Honda Civic? If you have a desk job at an investment firm and you don’t shuttle clients around or meet at their offices, do you need the Audi? Wouldn’t the “beater” do just as well?

What about clothes? Do you really need brand new designer label clothes if you’re on a budget? Clean, used, pre-owned, whatever you want to call them, clothes work just as well, don’t they?

But there are times when what’s good enough for someone else isn’t good enough for you for whatever reason. *You* wouldn’t drive a beater. *You* wouldn’t drink off-brand coffee. *You* wouldn’t eat anything less than high-quality, free-range, non-steroid beef. Or would you?

I just read an article from The Telegraph(^1) which discussed the evolution of test-tube beef. After I got over the initial throat-tightening revulsion to the concept of using stem cells to grow my dinner, my next thought was that it would be perfect to help solve the world’s hunger issues.

One claim is that a single “stock” animal, “would be able to produce about a million times more meat through the lab-based technique than through the traditional method of butchery…” What could be better? Well, truth be told, what could be better for someone else? I still like to know that my table meat and I at least shared breathing in common. Even fish breathe. And this, my friends, becomes my dilemma. It’s the “do as I say, not as I do” problem.

Would you eat it? If it’s good enough to feed a nation of starving people, would you eat it? If not, why? Prejudice? Are you of the “my meat needs to bleed” ilk or would you suddenly declare yourself a vegetarian to avoid the thought?

I love Andrew Zimmern’s discussion of food and how one culture perceives something as a delicacy and another as garbage. Some people will say “meat is murder” and shout out the evils of global warming caused by McDonald’s policy of slash-and-burning Amazonian rain forests to increase the cattle herds that then generate billions of tons of methane which destroy the environment(^2). Someone else might say it’s unnatural for us not to eat an omnivore diet since that’s what we are. Regardless, if we have the technology to bring the end of world hunger one step closer to extinction, shouldn’t we use it? I can’t really answer the question.

I know how my meat is made, even the notorious “pink goo” processing. I don’t care. You can show me videos of animals being slaughtered and processed for food. It is what it is. If you don’t like it, don’t eat it. But I will honestly say that the process they described in making the test-tube beef kind of turned my stomach a little.

I’ve seen death before. I’ve seen kids where half of them are on one side of a path and the other half, the “goo” half, has pooled somewhere else. Shocking, yes, but mentally it’s okay. Blood is red. Dried blood is black. Cut meat (excluding seafood) will range from pink to black whether it’s a kid who picked up a “dud” mortar round, road kill or tomorrow afternoon’s gourmet steak dinner. But as described in the article, the whole test-tube process seems unnatural and bizarre.

Would I eat it? Probably not intentionally the first time. But if it fed millions of people somewhere else, am I too “good” for it? No, but the crowd scenes in Soylent Green keep playing in my head. If I had to eat it, I would. But let’s be clear: It wouldn’t be to save the planet or save an animal’s life. If I ate it, it would be because that might be the only thing available or affordable on my budget. I’m not going to go Vegan just because my burger’s yellow. I’ll just need to forget how they made it.

^1. Link: (http://www.telegraph.co.uk/science/science-news/9091628/Test-tube-hamburgers-to-be-served-this-year.html)
^2. I’m shooting from the hip. Don’t quote me on this as I’m not presenting them as facts. I have to put this in because although no one reads or follows this blog currently, chances are some Vegan bastidge somewhere will Google-search it and sue me because my stats are wrong. Who freaking cares. I’m using this as an example. Get over it.

California Sucks: Reason 1

The office a few doors down from me was broken into last night. Again. In fact, I think it’s only by the grace of God that I haven’t also been victimized. Many of the units in our office park have been hit multiple times in the past six months. Now, why does this mean California sucks?

I imagine, though I can’t know for sure at this point, if I were in another state like oh, Texas or Arizona, the following scenario would end differently: Working alone at night in my office complex at 1:00AM, a large diameter pipe is thrust through my all-glass front door. Three or four guys swarm in looking for whatever they can take when they rush into my office and see me sitting at my desk. Anywhere else I could probably be justified in sending a couple of .357 magnum rounds in their direction. I could be pushing it, but in Texas, I might even be able to get away with sending a couple of them to the hospital with mortal gunshot wounds. And then there’s California.

True or not, I don’t think California has a clearly defined “rule” for what constitutes self defense and what can be done. If I pulled my .357 would I be guilty of brandishing a firearm? If I shot in their direction (which I must say is kind of pointless–if you’re going to shoot, shoot to kill), am I guilty of attempted murder? If I were unfortunate enough to actually kill one (the ideal being all), in addition to being sued civilly for violating their civil rights, would I also be charged with murder?

Would I have to wait until they re-purposed the pipe from a door-buster to a head-buster to defend myself? Would my after “regular” business hour presence be considered a threat to the intruders? After all, they waited until they could naturally assume the unit would be vacant before they broke in. Could a lawyer argue that I enticed the poor victims into my office and laid in wait for them to break in so I could extract some sort of vigilante justice? I don’t know. And because I don’t know, California sucks.

Rat Patrol for Extra Credit

Someone asked me today why (or how) I could not only love The Rat Patrol but remember it all these years on. Quite simply, I freakin’ LOVED that show. Some kids wanted to be Batman with the Batmobile. Cosplay losers. I wanted a Jeep with a Ma Deuce on a swivel mount and seemingly endless supplies of ammo. For the kids I hung out with, Sergeant Troy and the boys were our role models. Anyway, on with the conversation.

Can you think of any other TV show where the Germans speak German, the French speak French, the “Libyans” speak Arabic and so on? No. All the other shows, like Mission Impossible (TOS) dumb-down the foreigners to heavily accented English so you and the kids can play along at home. Until I learned to speak German later, it was really cool to see Captain Dietrich say something “auf Deutsch” and have a whole squad of guys react.

I didn’t know it at the time, but they did a great job of showing the disdain between the Wehrmacht (Captain Dietrich, et al) and the SS. I think most people assume that if you spoke German in World War II you were a Nazi, just like they think the SS was part of the Army. I won’t get into it now, but I think they did a fine job portraying Dietrich with the moral courage and integrity a true Wehrmacht officer would have against the a-moral fanaticism an SS officer might display.

So, if you want to practice your foreign language skills, watch The Rat Patrol. If you want to compare and contrast the Wehrmacht with the SS (or the Waffen-SS), watch The Rat Patrol. If you don’t know what a Ma Deuce is, go back to watching The View and eating your low-fat yogurt, REMF.

How Netflix Tainted Me

Old-School TV Shows I Love: Star Trek (original series), Rat Patrol, Mission Impossible (original series).
Problem: Except Rat Patrol’s first season (filmed in Spain), I keep seeing the same actors on the same sets. In this scene, Kirk is battling a Gorn. In this scene, Sergeant Troy is setting up an ambush. In this scene, Bernie and Willie are escaping from an underground tunnel.
Solution: Stop watching endless hours of 60s-era TV shows.
Probability: Zero. I love those shows. If you don’t like it, get your own life. This one’s mine.

Getting Started

You know, it really grinds my gears when you go to a web page and they’re using stock photography. You’d think that in the twenty two or less seconds it takes to upload a new photo you’d do it. But then, what do you post? Nudes? News? Nature? Family photos? Screw it. Easy is better. Default is good.