Crowds-On-Demand

That protest you're watching on TV right now may not be quite so "organic."

Whether you know it or not all those protests and marches you're watching, are filled, often to the brim, with paid actors and activists.

There exists a company called "Crowds-On-Demand" that will rent you bodies to protest whatever you want protested.  They pay their unemployed actors from $25.00 - $30.00 an hour, often with a several hundred $dollar minimum.  They'll rent you anywhere from a few raucous, loud, screaming bodies all the way up to several thousand.  Waving professionally-made signs at whomever will pay attention.  

And you're not suposed to notice.

Those orders for protesters come from the usual suspects.  The ACLU.  Move-On.org.  The Daily Beast.  A reclusive Chinese billionaire who doesn't like America's freedom.  The Tides Foundation and the Oceans Foundation, both Soros organizations.  All Marxist, solialist, communist outfits who're dedicated to turning America into Cuba.

You remember Soros, right?  He's the London School of Economics-educated Jew who was rumoured to have collaborated with the Nazis to turn in fellow Jews back in the 1940's.  As one of the first hedge funders he single-handedly tried to bankrupt the British Pound.  He was tried and convicted and jailed.  He was later freed with the understanding he'd never return to Europe.  So he set up camp just off the Highway 52 Exit on the Long Island Expressway.  And he's there spending his billions to elect Left-wing D.A's in Big Blue Cities to this day in order to free criminals on no-cash bail.  And he's done a good job at it as proven by our alarming crime statistics.  

Crowds-On-Demand, an L.A.-based company, admits to renting crowds for the "No Kings Rally" last year.  And for anti-Trump rallies.  And for all the anti-ICE protests unfolding nationwide.  And it's all performance art.  Just a block or two either way from the cameras view life unfolds quite normally.  Only play acting for the cameras to sway your opinion is their goal.

Crowds-On-Demand isn't the only protest renting company.  Just the biggest.  And they say the best.  Simply stated, if you're swayed by their performances, then they've accomplished their goal.  To undermine America's Rights and Freedoms.  To try and elevate Defund the Police to Defund our Immigration and Customs Enforcement.  An outfit that exists to hunt down and deport our worst of the worst.  They want to help their benefactors keep all the illegal aliens and turn them into voters.  

If you want illegal alien felons to stay in your neighborhood, get behind these companies' efforts.  If not, just understand they're paid to do what they're doing.  By the very worst among us.  Using capitalism against us.  Those who've benefited by America's freedoms and are now trying to remove them.  Those you watched bleat out scurilous platitudes on the Emmy's the other night.  Those with the money to try and destabilize America.  And are working overtime to do it.

I'm not swayed.  I hope you aren't either...

      

"Reefer Madness"

I grew up in a small town in Missouri.

It was under 10,000 in population.  Just under.  It was 9,800, I believe.  And try as it might, it couldn't crack that magic 10,000 number.

It was so small when I was coming up we didn't know there was such a thing as Maryjowanna.  All we knew is that a quart of Falstaff beer cost a $dollar.  And since I looked older than my years, I could buy it from the package store all day and all night.  Making me reeeely popular with my buds.  It got us where we wanted to go, so nobody complained that we didn't have that chemical high.  

We learned about pot from Playboy.  It educated us that weed was smoked by Black guys in underground hippie joints where folks mumbled unintelligable poetry and banged on bongos.  Since we didn't have hippie joints or bongos, we remained pretty much in the dark.

In fact, we were so "in the dark" that we had to learn there were folks who proclaimed themselves to be "bisexual."  From Playboy, once again.  In fact, one of my besties commented to me one day, "Chuck, if I get any sex at all, I think I'm gonna' have to buy it."  Yeah, that uninformed.

But I do remember the Gubmint making an anti-pot  movie and forcing our teachers to play it for us in school.  It was called "Reefer Madness."  It was a morality play proclaiming that smoking weed would turn you into a zombie.  And a criminal.  But it didn't work.  Folks liked to smoke dope, and they'd continue smoking it, even though they might get arrested.  

This continued all through the '60's and '70's and '80's and '90's.  But ever so slowly public opinion began to change.  Folks began to realize that smoking a joint every now and again wouldn't turn you into a serial killer.  And with that change in public opinion, the Gubmint began to turn down the heat.  In fact, some of our more liberal states started to think about how much they could make by legalizing it.  And therein lay the basis for this little blog entry.

Since the Big Blue States started legalizing pot in 2014 they've "earned" more than $30,000,000,000 (with a "B") in exize tax revenue.  That means over and above normal sales taxes.  Taxifornia, as an example, pulled in more than $576 Million Dollars in pot sales and exize tax revenue just last year.  Washington State realized $398 Million.  New York, Illinois and Oregon pulled in more than $200 Million Dollars each.  In just one year.  

My oh my, how getting rich off pot can change the opinions of those in a position to put us in jail.  

But the Federal Gubmint still hasn't decided to play along.  It's still illegal to buy or use or possess pot as far as the Feds are concerned.  So even though you can visit thousands of pot shops across the fruited plain, don't get caught by the Feds.  Don't try to bring it into 'Murica, or take it out, or try and board a public conveyance with a joint in your pocket.  You'll get arrested and spend some time in the hoosegow.

And don't try and deposit your sales receipts it into any bank that's a part of the Federal Reserve system.  Which is nearly every single bank.  They won't take it.  So where does the owner of a pot shop deposit the average $10,000 a day revenue they earn from pot sales?  Good question.  They sit on oodles of cash, and the Bad Guys know that.  They get followed home at night and robbed and pillaged and plundered.  And the Feds don't care.  

Some of the pot shops have banded together and started their own banks to handle the huge revenue they're earning.  Funding their own trucks to pick up the cash like Brinks won't.  This has helped minimize the crimes of opportunity they've been facing up to now.

It's thought that Prez Trump just might loosen the screws on Federal laws banning pot sales and usage.  The more Conservative among us are perplexed about this.  The more Liberal are begging him to do so.  And the Independents are on the side of the Liberals.  It just might win him some of those votes that have gone the other way.

You might have noticed there have been no crazed pot-addled wierdos raging through our neighborhoods now that pot is mainstream.  The pushback has stopped as pot sales and usage has become more normalized.  The public has learned that "Reefer Madness" was a lie.  And that pot smokers are usually curled up on the couch watching a Netflix movie.  

Like our Gubmint has been lying about UFO's since Roswell, their lies about weed have come back to bite them in the arse.  But all the while they're earning Major Bank from every single sale.

Taxifornia charges 31% on every pot sale.  It helps BoyGov ("Hairgod") Newsom try and make his "Train to Nowhere" a reality.  Finally.  After 12 years and $97 Billion dollars, without a single mile of track laid, it's about time...

Your Car is UgLEEE!

I'd guess your significant other is fairly good looking.

Maybe pretty even, or handsome, as the case may be.  That's likely why you chose to marry them, am I right?

So considering that marriages that end in divorce last an average of 7 years, and new car loans are made for an average of 7 years, with monthly payments averaging $755.00 a month, why did you choose to buy an ugly vehicle?

Think of it this way:  Divorces can cost up to $30,000 or even more.  And new cars cost on average $50,340.  And that $50,000 car will lose half it's value before your loan is paid off.  Making you lose about $30,000.  So the spouse you divorce will still be pretty, but why on Earth would you buy a vehicle that's as ugly as sin?

Did you know that 59.2% of all new vehicles are so-called SUV's.*  And if you add in pickup trucks, which are what SUV's are made on, it's up to 80.4%.  That's 4 out of 5 new buggies that are nothing more than 6,000 pound rolling behemoths.  And from 50 feet away, I'd defy you to tell me who made them.  

Or why...

And don't think I'm leaving 4-door sedans out of the mix.  From that same 50 feet of distance, there's no telling which manufacturer screwed them together.  They all look alike, and that's not a compliment.  Yet they all represent the second largest purchase you'll likely ever make.  

Do you buy an ugly house?  No.  So why buy an ugly car or truck?

Back in my day (I know, there's that 'way back when' thing), cars were beautiful.  They had to be or folks wouldn't buy them.  The designers penned them and the engineers were required to stuff all the bits and pieces into their designs.  Cars like the '57 Chrysler 300C, and the '57 Ford Thunderbird, and the '58 Studebaker Golden Hawk, and the '58 Plymouth Sport Fury (Christine), and the '65 Buick Riviera, and the '58 Chevy Chevelle, and the '60 Ford Starliner, and the '61 Chevy Impala "Bubble top," and the '62 Chevrolet Corvette.  

There are many, many more that I could list here, but suffice it to say they're all selling for 20 or more times their original sticker price on the auction circuit as this bit of fluff is written.

Notice nobody's rehabbing old Teslas.

And to top it all off, each of these '50's and '60's manufacturers had to bring out a brand new car every September.  An all-new model, with an all-new design.  Google the '58 Chevy Impala and then the '59 Chevy Impala.  No two cars could look more different one from the other.  And they both sold in the hundreds of thousands.  Today?  The engineers are in charge.  They tell the design team what to build, and then they do a "refresh" every five years or so.  Just to keep them from updating their resumes and moving on to greener pastures.

My suggestion?  Buy a completely reconditioned '68 - '70 Chevrolet Chevelle for $30,000 or so.  Everyone will drool over your ride, you won't have any trouble at all getting a date, banks will fall all over themselves to grant you the loan, and they're as simple as a rubber.  And if it breaks down, there are more than 120 different companies making replacement parts for those cars.  Plus, you won't lose 50% of their value through depreciation when you drive it off the dealer's showroom floor.  In fact, it will go up in value.  Like Faberge Eggs, they aren't making them any more...

*   Stands for "Sport Utility Vehicle."  Pickup trucks way back when were cheap as dirt.  So to fatten up manufacturer's profits, they started putting van bodies on the back of pickups.  And giving them quasi-sexy names, like SUV's.  And filling them full of options.  And then packing the window sticker with prices upwards of $100,000.  Having owned 127 cars, including most of those listed above, I feel qualified to offer an opinion:  People who buy Chevy Suburbans for $100k need a cranial exam...   

It's Time to Decontigu-ize.

The idea that America is United does not depend upon us being contiguous.

We're not contiguous right now, as Hawaii and Alaska are not physically connected to the other 48 states.

But the idea that our Country should all be physically connected goes all the way back to President James K. Polk in 1845.  He decided that We had a mandate from God to expand all the way to the Pacific Ocean.  That mandate was called "Manifest Destiny."  And we ran over dozens of Indian tribes* and a bunch of Mexicans in our headlong quest to honor that belief.

We then displaced the Queen of Hawaii and welcomed into our bosom while our gunboats were in their harbor.  And then bought Alaska from Russia for the princely sum of $7.2 Million Dollars.  Or, roughly $0.02 cents per acre.  

But through our ensuing near 250 years it appears that some of our citizenry has decided that Conservatism is not their cup of tea.  They've adopted Liberalism, or even Progressivism, as their clarion call.  They've decided that they won't accede to all the principles written down in our Constitution.  They've decided to "pick and choose" which of our Amendments to follow and which to ignore.  Thus proclaiming themselves to be rabid anarchists.  

To put it more succinctly, 256 of our villages, hamlets, townships, counties and states have decided to proclaim themselves "sanctuaries" for illegal aliens.  Meaning that those who are here illegally, lawbreakers all, are welcome to travel there, live there, work there and even vote there.  In direct violation of America's laws. 

More broadly, those states are located to the left of the Rocky Mountains (Taxifornia, Oregon and Washington), in the top dead center of our map (Illinois, Wisconsin, and Minnesota), and our original 13 colonies (you know them). 

Presidents before Trump have chosen to simply ignore their lawbreaking.  To simply continue shipping them our tax money so they can spread it among their illegals (they call them "undocumented workers").  To the extent that they even award them with work permits and drivers licenses.  Even to drive 80,000 pound semis without knowing how to read or speak our language.  And to kill many of our motorists as a result.  And now Minnesota has been proven to allow some 100,000 Somalians to raid our Treasury to the tune of more than $9 Billion Dollars.  With a "B."

That would be bad enough, but Joe Biden permitted more than 12 (some say 20) million illegals to pour over our border during his 4 years of chaos.  And Trump is trying to rid America of the felons among them.  And there are thousands, maybe hundreds of thousands, of felons among them.  If those sanctuary cities would turn over those felons to our ICE officers when they've captured them, just hand them over from their jails when ICE submits a detainer, like 27 of our States do, the problem would be minimized.  But they won't.  They let them out the back door while our ICE officers are out front.  Awaiting their detainer to be honored.  Clearly illegal.  But so is being a sanctuary.

So ICE has to scour their communities looking for those felons.  Meaning that other illegals they find may also be arrested in the process.  Risking the health and welfare of those officers.

The City of Minneapolis has decided not to accede to our ICE officers.  Minnesota's Governor, "Tampon Tim" Walz and Minneapolis' Mayor Jacon Frey, are actively fomenting chaos by setting their residents upon our ICE offciers.  Resulting in riots and vehicle ramming and even gunfire.  They apparently don't know about Article 2 in our Constitution, the "Supremacy Clause," giving the Federal Government the right to do what it's doing.  They prefer to relive 2020's George Floyd riots when the City was nearly burned to the ground.  A situation Donald Trump has stated might call for instituting the Insurrection Clause.  Enabling him to bypass "Posse Comitatus" and order in the Military.

All this could result in another Civil War.  But I prefer a simpler idea.  Let's give up on the idea of a contiguous United States and offload some of our dumber states to Canada.  Which has its own problems similar to our own.  Their Provinces on the extreme right of their map, principally Ottawa and Quebec, and British Columbia on the far left, are hard left in their ideology.  With more conservative Provinces located in the middle.  

So I'd suggest we trade Canada our CA, OR and WA, plus IL, WI and MN, and those original 13 Colonies, for Saskatchewan, Alberta and Manitoba, all would be well.  There would be no more riots and vehicle ramming and paid protestors.  There would be no more ignoring ICE detainers for hardened felons.  There would be no more sanctuary cities, counties and states.  There would be no more problems of any kind.

What do you think of my idea?  Hit me with your ideas and let's start a movement.  Let's get our elected leaders to do something positive for a change.  And be sure to have a nice day... 

*  We now call them "Indigenous Personages."  Because they were here before our boy Christobal Columbo "found" America.  BTW, it wasn't lost.  The Vikings "found" it 1,000 years ago.  In fact, America is named for Amerigo Vespucci, an Italian hot shot whose ideas permeated the thinking of our Founding Fathers at the time.  

Just WHO do They Work For?

According to a Harvard Business Review article a few years back, one out of two new restaurants go bankrupt within the first year of operation.

And four out of five of them go upside down by the end of the fifth year.

And nineteen out of twenty go tits up by the tenth year.*

So why, I would ask, would anyone with even a modicum of horse sense decide to risk all the time, effort, energy and money necessary to open and run a restaurant, if they knew the odds were so stacked against them?

Because everyone wants to own a restaurant, apparently.  And many put their cash on the line to do so.  Historically, the "30-30-30" rule has been operative.  That rule states that restaurants should cough up about 30% of their operating expenses on food and related products.  And 30% on labor and related costs.  And another 30% will be spent on rent, insurance, phone and other overhead.  The last 10% has historically been expected as before tax profits.  Meaning a restauranteur should expect to pocket about 5% net as his operating profit.  

Rigggggttt!

No longer.  The cost of meat has skyrocketed of late, up some 36%.  Resulting in the cost of a steak on the plate costing the diner $60.00 or more.  Often mucho more.  

And labor has jumped up to as much as 38% - 40% of operating expenses, especially in Blue States like Taxifornia, Massachusetts, New York and Illinois.  There's a little town outside of Portland which just adopted a Minimum Wage of $21.16 per hour.  Our Federal MinWage is still $7.50, BTW.

All of this puts extreme pressure on the guy running your local restaurant to try and make ends meet any way he/she/it can.  And one of those ways is to try and shift the cost of labor from him/her/it off to the diner.  By adopting new charges and tipping policies.

Let's take a trip back in time and look at tipping and how it came to be.  The "tip" starting in Merry Olde England back in the 1750's.  If a guy felt his serving wench brought him his cup of mead in a timely fashion, he would toss her a tuppence.  For tipping means "To Insure Promptness."

Now?  A fat tip is now expected.  Nay, DEMANDED!  And the restauranteur has endorsed this expectation.  From 15%, which used to be the tippy top tip, to 25%, 30%, or even more.  The owner pays his wait staff a piddling hourly rate, and then convinces his staff that the diner will cover the rest.  So much has this become expected that the waiter and waitress gets pissed if the diner chooses to tip less than the now expected 20% or more.  And this often results in mediocre service based on that expectation.  There's even a case on the books of a waitress calling the cops in NYC for a diner having chosen not to tip at all.  

Really.

And then the owner is now slapping a charge on the bill of 20% or more so to cover his costs of labor.  Stating it will be spread among the staff to cover "a living wage."  As if that your obligation.  And then stating it's in addition to the tip, which you're expected to pay.

The MickeyD's and Burger Kings and Wendy's will still sell their burgers.  Some will continue to pay $15.00 for a BigMac, even though that number is declining.  

The high-end restaurants will still sell their meals for $100.00 a plate to those celebrating birthdays and wedding anniversaries.  

It's the mid-range restaurants which will suffer.  The Chili's and the Applebees and the Chipotles which used to be affordable, and are no longer.

I predict that the 95% failure rate will increase over the coming months.  The owners will rob peter to pay paul until peter squeals like a stuck hog.  That 5% net profit expectation will evaporate, leaving the owner to head out the back door, throw his keys over his shoulder and head on home.  Wishing he'd never acceded to that universal wish of restaurant ownership. 

Better either head on out to your favorite watering hole soon to get that overpriced steak you love so much as it may soon be unavailable.  The only guy who may win in this situation is the bankruptcy attorney.  But they always win, now don't they?

What a shame.  This has truly become a recipe for disaster...

*  I ran an NCO/EM club while serving in the Army way back when.  It was a converted B-29 hanger, seating 450 hungry, thirsty soldiers.  We had a kitchen and wait staff of 60 on weekend nights.  With a revolving stage, with one band playing off as another played on.  So I have a bit of experience in this whole restaurant managing bizz.  Enough to analyze our current situation and put forth my opinion as to how it's likely to end up.  And it's not good, Fellow Patriot.  Not good at all...

The Scourge of Inflation.

59.1 million of our friends and neighbors are collecting Social Security.

And some 76% of them rely solely on SS payments for their continued livelyhood.

Imagine the surprise of those who've retired on SS in the past few years to wake up one morning and discover their money is now worth 21% less.

Because their elected Congressweenies have enacted laws during that period that have made them poorer.  They've spent more than we've taken in, resulting in rampant inflation.  Up to 9.1% inflation during the Biden Administration.  The very highest rate of inflation since Jimmuh Carter was screwing up 'Murica.  And maybe even worse than that...

I, The Chuckmeister, am a noted near-Egyptologist, a budding cryptozoologist, a certified gunsmith, an Eagle Scout and an actual graduate economist.  Which means I know all about money and banking and inflation and how we got $38 Trillion Dollars in Federal Debt.  Upon which we are now obligated to pay more than $1,050,000,000,000 in annual interest payments.  That's with a "T."  As in $Trillion.

I might add about here that Trump just signed into law our upcoming Federal Defense Budget, which totals $905,000,000,000.  That's with a "B."

Put simply, we're now paying more in interest on our Federal debt than we are on keeping our fighter jets and submarines, and tanks running, along with the 1.7 million soldiers, sailors, airmen and Marines fed, clothed and armed.

All that stated, here are some factoids you might wish to inculcate.  The very first job I had paid me $0.75 cents an hour to sweep out a store after school and on weekends.  The average family income when I was a junior in high school was $5,700 a year.  That was in 1960.

The average family income in 1970, just 10 years later, jumped up to $9,700.  How about 1980?  Average annual family income leapt up to $21,400.  Almost quadruple a decade earlier.  Why?  Because the Federal Gubmint spent too much of our money.*  Actually, they had to borrow from others to spend too much of our money.  Contributing to our Federal Debt.  It started waaay back then.  And hasn't stopped since...

In 2020 the Biden Administration borrowed and spent some $6 Trillion Dollars more than our Country took in.  Even though during that period our income tax receipts totaled more than $4.6 $Trillon.  An all-time record.  

This caused the value of our money to drop like a stone.  And resulting in unheard of inflation.  Resulting in the price of our goods and services to skyrocket.  Rendering the buying power of those 59 million retirees, collecting Social Security, to drop by more than 20% over the coming three years.

The first time I visited McDonalds, I purchased two cheeseburgers, two orders of fries and a vanilla shake.  I got $0.13 cents back out of a dollar.

Now?  That same order would set you back more than $15.00.  That's called inflation.  And it's resulted in our retirees now forced to live on less.  Much less. 

Trump is now endevoring to help increase workers' wages in order to counteract inflation.  But retirees can't do that.  Unless they want to get a job as a Wal-Mart greeter, they have to make do with less.  And their Gubmint did that to them.  It stuck in the knife, and then twisted...  

15% of our population has been shat upon.  Maybe the Gubmint doesn't fear their response.  Maybe the Gubmint just doesn't give a damn about our older folks.  And maybe our Gubmint will do it again, just as soon as those who did it before are back in power.

Now that you know how and when this outrage occurred, vote more wisely in the future.  Your grandpa and grandma are counting on it...

*   The simple definition of inflation is too many dollars chasing too few goods and services, resulting in rising prices and decreased buying power.  It's happened before.  It could happen again...

Flying's for the Birds!

There were 44,000 airplanes in the air the day before Thanksgiving.

As opposed to the average of 25,000 on any previous day ending in "y."

And all those airplanes were (are) managed by our antiquated Air Traffic Control system.  With many of it's computers still requiring floppy discs to function.   

So this is how it's supposed to work:  All those airliners are supposedly kept 1,000 verticle and one mile horizontal feet separated.  Supposedly managed by air traffic controllers, which are presently 30% understaffed.    

Aluminum tubes crammed full of pissed off travelers hurtling across the sky at 500 miles per hour.  While barely separated by too-few controllers who are overworked and kept functioning by loads of coffee and who knows what else.

When a car crash occurs there might be one or two killed.  When an airplane crashes there might be 250 killed.  And if you're saying they don't crash all that often, you're uninformed.  There have been more than 50 airliners crash so far this year.  50.  Does this give you confidence?

When I started flying on business several decades ago the planes were all new, they took off half filled, and those flying were all wearing suits and carrying briefcases.  And the stews (what they called themselves) were all 25 and beautiful.  And friendly, if you know what I mean.  

Then the Gubmint got involved.  It decided to deregulate the airlines.  Now?  The planes are all old, they take off with every seat filled, and the stews are all grandmothers.  And the guy on your right weighs 350 pounds and the one on your left has a comfort chicken on his lap.  

We're told that some 93 million of us will be traveling over the Christmas holiday.  With about 6.7% of them traveling by silver tube.  Fighting their way to the airports, fighting their way through the check in process, getting felt up by some 400 pound TSA agent, and then fighting for a seat once they get on the plane.  And then paying extra to bring their baggage, and for their drinks, and for a blanket, and for something to eat.  Treated like cattle.  Worse then cattle!  Like a Greyhound bus in the skies.  And if you've never taken a bus, just take a plane.  It's the same deal.  

Why do we do this to ourselves?  I say if you cannot get there by car, don't go.  If you have to fly to visit grandma, I say move granny into your extra bedroom and save all the time, money and grief.  It takes hours to finally get your size 10 ass into your size 8 seat on Leroy's Airline.  IF you can score that seat.  Odds are you just might find your flight's delayed, or perhaps even canceled.  Too bad, so sad.  They don't care.  You should.

And there's another thing you might consider.  All those overworked airplanes were built by humans.  Union workers who are overworked and, according to them, underpaid.  It's the same deal with cars, except when cars quit working, the result is just an inconvenience.  You pull over to the side of the road and call AAA.  When a plane quits working, it's a fiery crash and bodies are spread everywhere.

I quit flying, even after a million miles in the air, when it stopped being fun.  I decided to no longer subject myself to the awful strain, anxiety, cost and inconvenience.  I decided not to pay to be mistreated.  Expecially when I could fire up old Jessie and drive to my destination at my pace, and on my schedule.  In my comfy bucket seat.  Stopping every hundred miles or so to grab a drink, empty my bladder and stretch my legs.  With nobody, NOBODY telling me what to do and how and when to do it.  I opted for freedom.  FREEDOM!    

You might want to do the same...