Tuesday, February 23, 2010

huh?

 
Two brains? I'd believe that, actually.

Funny the things you find while searching randomly for images.

sigh

Just read this in an article:
A small news item from Tracy, Calif., caught my eye last week. Local station CBS 13 reported: “Tracy residents will now have to pay every time they call 911 for a medical emergency. But there are a couple of options. Residents can pay a $48 voluntary fee for the year, which allows them to call 911 as many times as necessary. Or there’s the option of not signing up for the annual fee. Instead they will be charged $300 if they make a call for help.”
Seriously, America is dead. If this is the future (and it is if Republican dreams come true) then we have ceased to be a society, and have become a nation of anarchists.
Rugged individualism is great, but a society, despite what conservatives like to delude themselves of, is a collective. It is a banding together of the members of that nation to improve the collective lot of all. Yes, sometimes the "undeserving" benefit from the hard work of others, but the same is true in any form of society.
We have more than enough money in this country, held most in a the hands of a few (who've engineered themselves into the position of being the only ones who benefited from the Bush years), but our "leadership" is either afraid to raise their taxes or owned by them outright. Never mind that taxes have been higher during the Clinton years, or much much higher during that Golden Age that so many would like to return to, the 50's (when, I might add, Republicans tried to cut military budgets, and it was Democrats who tended to get us into wars).
Our problem, in almost every issue in America, is not a lack of money, but a lack of will to spend it in a useful manner. How many billions are spent on elective plastic surgery, pet luxuries, fancy car wheels, single-use packaging, or ridiculous prepared foods (frozen oatmeal, anyone)?
sigh.
Oh well, that's it, I'm done ranting now. I dont know why I even bother, really. There's not much point in doing it, since the only difference anymore between how we get screwed seems to be that the Republicans do it harder and faster.
I've grown disheartened by what I see our "leaders" doing. Nothing seems to be done for anyone but the richest of us, and this is all justified by the idea that it's not right to take away "their" money, as if they had earned it all by their own labor.
I'm done with this place, it's dead at the roots, replaced with the Wild West and run my mental teenagers and sociopaths. If you care about your children, urge them to move to Europe, where they actually still believe in society. They may not have our Constitution, but that just means that no one can twist it around to suit their purposes.

Monday, February 22, 2010

plagerized

Breaking: rich people are rich, pay no taxes.

Stolen directly from Gerry Canavan, because this is important.

And while I'm at it, I'll rerun this cartoon, which I think says just about everything about the exploitation of workers and Republican claims about taxes taking "their" money.



Oh, and this one, too, what the hell.


It's always a "class war" when poor people say that the rich dont deserve their wealth, but no one ever says the same thing when a working person is denied a living wage, or has their job eliminated in order to make the company extra profit.

Saturday, February 20, 2010

eek

Wow, so, here's an article to invoke the paranoid in all of us. Seems a school in Pennsylvania was using the webcam on school issued laptop computers to spy on its students. This, of course, leads to the questions "who else is doing this?" and "are they doing it to me?".

Bonus Paranoia: The new iPod Nano comes with a webcam. How hard would it be to load each of those with a program that would take pictures and send them on to somewhere whenever the Nano was hooked up to the computer?

OhGodMoreParanoia Bonus: Phones almost all have cameras on them these days. Where does it end? Oh, and they can track you with them, too.

via Gerry Canavan

Okay, seriously, it seems possible that the school was not spying on the kid in his home using the webcam. Possible. If you read the comments, you'll find some from actual kids who went to the school saying that the cam-light on their computers sometimes went on at random times. True? Or runaway imaginations? It's also said that the computer in question was reported stolen, which may also be true, or not.
All that is irrelevent to the simple idea that someone can access your webcam, and take an image of you and whatever is in front of the camera. According to some of the commenters, it's a fairly simple hack, easily done, deliverable through the usual malware that infests the internet at all times.
Oh, and your antivirus and antispyware - dont count on those, because they can only alert you to the ones they know about (or are allowed to block).

Friday, February 19, 2010

iPod love

Tonight, unfortunately, my iPod is dead. Well, not dead, by now it's probably fully charged, but at home. I, on the other hand, am at work, where my co-worker in this part of the plant has elected to play an oldies station, meaning I have to listen, again, to songs which I've been hearing for over thirty fucking years!!!
Have I ever expressed my disdain for commercial radio here on my blog? I hate commercial radio. I hate the djs and their idiotic patter. I hate their limited playlists calculated to please the lowest common denominator. I hate the commercials, interupting the flow and trying to sell me some sort of shit that I do not ever want.
Public radio is okay, though, especially KTX here in Dallas (or on the internet).
My favorite "radio station" is my iPod, because "they" play only songs I like, in a large variety, and there are no commercials. Alas, tonight I do not have that option.

Oh goodie. Bon Jovi. Again.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

manifesto, of sorts

I'm printing this for the sake of posterity, sort of. It's the full text* of Joe Stack's explanation for his kamikaze run on the IRS building in Austin Texas today. I put it here because while I dont consider Stack to be a hero, I do consider him to be a symptom. I think the feelings of powerlessness in this country are growing; between the massive party machinery, driven by huge corporate "donations" (about to increase by an order of magnitude) and various forms of voting fraud (culling of voter rolls, manipulation of counts, and gerrymandering) ordinary people less and less convinced that their voices are being heard; and when they've decided that their vote means nothing, how then will they attempt to effect change? Undoubtedly, some will choose the route of Joe Stack.
Read this, and consider, however wrong may have been his decision, how wrong were his reasons behind it?

If you’re reading this, you’re no doubt asking yourself, "Why did this have to happen?" The simple truth is that it is complicated and has been coming for a long time. The writing process, started many months ago, was intended to be therapy in the face of the looming realization that there isn’t enough therapy in the world that can fix what is really broken. Needless to say, this rant could fill volumes with example after example if I would let it. I find the process of writing it frustrating, tedious, and probably pointless, especially given my gross inability to gracefully articulate my thoughts in light of the storm raging in my head. Exactly what is therapeutic about that I’m not sure, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

We are all taught as children that without laws there would be no society, only anarchy. Sadly, starting at early ages we in this country have been brainwashed to believe that, in return for our dedication and service, our government stands for justice for all. We are further brainwashed to believe that there is freedom in this place, and that we should be ready to lay our lives down for the noble principals represented by its founding fathers. Remember? One of these was "no taxation without representation". I have spent the total years of my adulthood unlearning that crap from only a few years of my childhood. These days anyone who really stands up for that principal is promptly labeled a "crackpot", traitor and worse.

While very few working people would say they haven’t had their fair share of taxes (as can I), in my lifetime I can say with a great degree of certainty that there has never been a politician cast a vote on any matter with the likes of me or my interests in mind. Nor, for that matter, are they the least bit interested in me or anything I have to say.

Why is it that a handful of thugs and plunderers can commit unthinkable atrocities (and in the case of the GM executives, for scores of years) and when it’s time for their gravy train to crash under the weight of their gluttony and overwhelming stupidity, the force of the full federal government has no difficulty coming to their aid within days if not hours? Yet at the same time, the joke we call the American medical system, including the drug and insurance companies, are murdering tens of thousands of people a year and stealing from the corpses and victims they cripple, and this country’s leaders don’t see this as important as bailing out a few of their vile, rich cronies. Yet, the political "representatives" (thieves, liars, and self-serving scumbags is far more accurate) have endless time to sit around for year after year and debate the state of the "terrible health care problem". It’s clear they see no crisis as long as the dead people don’t get in the way of their corporate profits rolling in.

And justice? You’ve got to be kidding!

How can any rational individual explain that white elephant conundrum in the middle of our tax system and, indeed, our entire legal system? Here we have a system that is, by far, too complicated for the brightest of the master scholars to understand. Yet, it mercilessly "holds accountable" its victims, claiming that they’re responsible for fully complying with laws not even the experts understand. The law "requires" a signature on the bottom of a tax filing; yet no one can say truthfully that they understand what they are signing; if that’s not "duress" than what is. If this is not the measure of a totalitarian regime, nothing is.

How did I get here?

My introduction to the real American nightmare starts back in the early ‘80s. Unfortunately after more than 16 years of school, somewhere along the line I picked up the absurd, pompous notion that I could read and understand plain English. Some friends introduced me to a group of people who were having ‘tax code’ readings and discussions. In particular, zeroed in on a section relating to the wonderful "exemptions" that make institutions like the vulgar, corrupt Catholic Church so incredibly wealthy. We carefully studied the law (with the help of some of the "best", high-paid, experienced tax lawyers in the business), and then began to do exactly what the "big boys" were doing (except that we weren’t steeling from our congregation or lying to the government about our massive profits in the name of God). We took a great deal of care to make it all visible, following all of the rules, exactly the way the law said it was to be done.

The intent of this exercise and our efforts was to bring about a much-needed re-evaluation of the laws that allow the monsters of organized religion to make such a mockery of people who earn an honest living. However, this is where I learned that there are two "interpretations" for every law; one for the very rich, and one for the rest of us... Oh, and the monsters are the very ones making and enforcing the laws; the inquisition is still alive and well today in this country.

That little lesson in patriotism cost me $40,000+, 10 years of my life, and set my retirement plans back to 0. It made me realize for the first time that I live in a country with an ideology that is based on a total and complete lie. It also made me realize, not only how naive I had been, but also the incredible stupidity of the American public; that they buy, hook, line, and sinker, the crap about their "freedom"... and that they continue to do so with eyes closed in the face of overwhelming evidence and all that keeps happening in front of them.

Before even having to make a shaky recovery from the sting of the first lesson on what justice really means in this country (around 1984 after making my way through engineering school and still another five years of "paying my dues"), I felt I finally had to take a chance of launching my dream of becoming an independent engineer.

On the subjects of engineers and dreams of independence, I should digress somewhat to say that I’m sure that I inherited the fascination for creative problem solving from my father. I realized this at a very young age.

The significance of independence, however, came much later during my early years of college; at the age of 18 or 19 when I was living on my own as student in an apartment in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. My neighbor was an elderly retired woman (80+ seemed ancient to me at that age) who was the widowed wife of a retired steel worker. Her husband had worked all his life in the steel mills of central Pennsylvania with promises from big business and the union that, for his 30 years of service, he would have a pension and medical care to look forward to in his retirement. Instead he was one of the thousands who got nothing because the incompetent mill management and corrupt union (not to mention the government) raided their pension funds and stole their retirement. All she had was social security to live on.

In retrospect, the situation was laughable because here I was living on peanut butter and bread (or Ritz crackers when I could afford to splurge) for months at a time. When I got to know this poor figure and heard her story I felt worse for her plight than for my own (I, after all, I thought I had everything to in front of me). I was genuinely appalled at one point, as we exchanged stories and commiserated with each other over our situations, when she in her grandmotherly fashion tried to convince me that I would be "healthier" eating cat food (like her) rather than trying to get all my substance from peanut butter and bread. I couldn’t quite go there, but the impression was made. I decided that I didn’t trust big business to take care of me, and that I would take responsibility for my own future and myself.

Return to the early ‘80s, and here I was off to a terrifying start as a ‘wet-behind-the-ears’ contract software engineer... and two years later, thanks to the fine backroom, midnight effort by the sleazy executives of Arthur Andersen (the very same folks who later brought us Enron and other such calamities) and an equally sleazy New York Senator (Patrick Moynihan), we saw the passage of 1986 tax reform act with its section 1706.

For you who are unfamiliar, here is the core text of the IRS Section 1706, defining the treatment of workers (such as contract engineers) for tax purposes. Visit this link for a conference committee report (http://www.synergistech.com/1706.shtml#ConferenceCommitteeReport) regarding the intended interpretation of Section 1706 and the relevant parts of Section 530, as amended. For information on how these laws affect technical services workers and their clients, read our discussion here (http://www.synergistech.com/ic-taxlaw.shtml).

SEC. 1706. TREATMENT OF CERTAIN TECHNICAL PERSONNEL.

(a) IN GENERAL - Section 530 of the Revenue Act of 1978 is amended by adding at the end thereof the following new subsection:

(d) EXCEPTION. - This section shall not apply in the case of an individual who pursuant to an arrangement between the taxpayer and another person, provides services for such other person as an engineer, designer, drafter, computer programmer, systems analyst, or other similarly skilled worker engaged in a similar line of work.

(b) EFFECTIVE DATE. - The amendment made by this section shall apply to remuneration paid and services rendered after December 31, 1986.

Note:

· "another person" is the client in the traditional job-shop relationship.

· "taxpayer" is the recruiter, broker, agency, or job shop.

· "individual", "employee", or "worker" is you.

Admittedly, you need to read the treatment to understand what it is saying but it’s not very complicated. The bottom line is that they may as well have put my name right in the text of section (d). Moreover, they could only have been more blunt if they would have came out and directly declared me a criminal and non-citizen slave. Twenty years later, I still can’t believe my eyes.

During 1987, I spent close to $5000 of my ‘pocket change’, and at least 1000 hours of my time writing, printing, and mailing to any senator, congressman, governor, or slug that might listen; none did, and they universally treated me as if I was wasting their time. I spent countless hours on the L.A. freeways driving to meetings and any and all of the disorganized professional groups who were attempting to mount a campaign against this atrocity. This, only to discover that our efforts were being easily derailed by a few moles from the brokers who were just beginning to enjoy the windfall from the new declaration of their "freedom". Oh, and don’t forget, for all of the time I was spending on this, I was loosing income that I couldn’t bill clients.

After months of struggling it had clearly gotten to be a futile exercise. The best we could get for all of our trouble is a pronouncement from an IRS mouthpiece that they weren’t going to enforce that provision (read harass engineers and scientists). This immediately proved to be a lie, and the mere existence of the regulation began to have its impact on my bottom line; this, of course, was the intended effect.

Again, rewind my retirement plans back to 0 and shift them into idle. If I had any sense, I clearly should have left abandoned engineering and never looked back.

Instead I got busy working 100-hour workweeks. Then came the L.A. depression of the early 1990s. Our leaders decided that they didn’t need the all of those extra Air Force bases they had in Southern California, so they were closed; just like that. The result was economic devastation in the region that rivaled the widely publicized Texas S&L fiasco. However, because the government caused it, no one gave a shit about all of the young families who lost their homes or street after street of boarded up houses abandoned to the wealthy loan companies who received government funds to "shore up" their windfall. Again, I lost my retirement.

Years later, after weathering a divorce and the constant struggle trying to build some momentum with my business, I find myself once again beginning to finally pick up some speed. Then came the .COM bust and the 911 nightmare. Our leaders decided that all aircraft were grounded for what seemed like an eternity; and long after that, ‘special’ facilities like San Francisco were on security alert for months. This made access to my customers prohibitively expensive. Ironically, after what they had done the Government came to the aid of the airlines with billions of our tax dollars... as usual they left me to rot and die while they bailed out their rich, incompetent cronies WITH MY MONEY! After these events, there went my business but not quite yet all of my retirement and savings.

By this time, I’m thinking that it might be good for a change. Bye to California, I’ll try Austin for a while. So I moved, only to find out that this is a place with a highly inflated sense of self-importance and where damn little real engineering work is done. I’ve never experienced such a hard time finding work. The rates are 1/3 of what I was earning before the crash, because pay rates here are fixed by the three or four large companies in the area who are in collusion to drive down prices and wages... and this happens because the justice department is all on the take and doesn’t give a fuck about serving anyone or anything but themselves and their rich buddies.

To survive, I was forced to cannibalize my savings and retirement, the last of which was a small IRA. This came in a year with mammoth expenses and not a single dollar of income. I filed no return that year thinking that because I didn’t have any income there was no need. The sleazy government decided that they disagreed. But they didn’t notify me in time for me to launch a legal objection so when I attempted to get a protest filed with the court I was told I was no longer entitled to due process because the time to file ran out. Bend over for another $10,000 helping of justice.

So now we come to the present. After my experience with the CPA world, following the business crash I swore that I’d never enter another accountant’s office again. But here I am with a new marriage and a boatload of undocumented income, not to mention an expensive new business asset, a piano, which I had no idea how to handle. After considerable thought I decided that it would be irresponsible NOT to get professional help; a very big mistake.

When we received the forms back I was very optimistic that they were in order. I had taken all of the years information to Bill Ross, and he came back with results very similar to what I was expecting. Except that he had neglected to include the contents of Sheryl’s unreported income; $12,700 worth of it. To make matters worse, Ross knew all along this was missing and I didn’t have a clue until he pointed it out in the middle of the audit By that time it had become brutally evident that he was representing himself and not me.

This left me stuck in the middle of this disaster trying to defend transactions that have no relationship to anything tax-related (at least the tax-related transactions were poorly documented). Things I never knew anything about and things my wife had no clue would ever matter to anyone. The end result is... well, just look around.

I remember reading about the stock market crash before the "great" depression and how there were wealthy bankers and businessmen jumping out of windows when they realized they screwed up and lost everything. Isn’t it ironic how far we’ve come in 60 years in this country that they now know how to fix that little economic problem; they just steal from the middle class (who doesn’t have any say in it, elections are a joke) to cover their asses and it’s "business-as-usual". Now when the wealthy fuck up, the poor get to die for the mistakes... isn’t that a clever, tidy solution.

As government agencies go, the FAA is often justifiably referred to as a tombstone agency, though they are hardly alone. The recent presidential puppet GW Bush and his cronies in their eight years certainly reinforced for all of us that this criticism rings equally true for all of the government Nothing changes unless there is a body count (unless it is in the interest of the wealthy sows at the government trough). In a government full of hypocrites from top to bottom, life is as cheap as their lies and their self-serving laws.

I know I’m hardly the first one to decide I have had all I can stand. It has always been a myth that people have stopped dying for their freedom in this country, and it isn’t limited to the blacks, and poor immigrants. I know there have been countless before me and there are sure to be as many after. But I also know that by not adding my body to the count, I insure nothing will change. I choose to not keep looking over my shoulder at "big brother" while he strips my carcass, I choose not to ignore what is going on all around me, I choose not to pretend that business as usual won’t continue; I have just had enough.

I can only hope that the numbers quickly get too big to be white washed and ignored that the American zombies wake up and revolt; it will take nothing less. I would only hope that by striking a nerve that stimulates the inevitable double standard, knee-jerk government reaction that results in more stupid draconian restrictions people wake up and begin to see the pompous political thugs and their mindless minions for what they are. Sadly, though I spent my entire life trying to believe it wasn’t so, but violence not only is the answer, it is the only answer. The cruel joke is that the really big chunks of shit at the top have known this all along and have been laughing, at and using this awareness against, fools like me all along.

I saw it written once that the definition of insanity is repeating the same process over and over and expecting the outcome to suddenly be different. I am finally ready to stop this insanity. Well, Mr. Big Brother IRS man, let’s try something different; take my pound of flesh and sleep well.

The communist creed: From each according to his ability, to each according to his need.

The capitalist creed: From each according to his gullibility, to each according to his greed.

Joe Stack (1956-2010)

02/18/2010



* as reprinted by Jurrasic Pork

quote for the day

"Libertarianism. A simple-minded right-wing ideology ideally suited to those unable or unwilling to see past their own sociopathic self-regard."

Iain Banks, via P. Z. Myers, via Gerry Canavan

I've said before that I think Libertarians are actually anarchists more suited to the wild west than to the civilized, modern world. Well, not like that exactly, but you get the idea. Now this is proof that I'm not alone in thinking that. More or less.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

bored

Just cant seem to drum up much enthusiasm for the internet lately. Will probably read for a while. Actually, I'll probably suddenly have a slew of things to post, which always seems to happen when I do a post telling how bored I am with posting. We'll see.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

snow! again!!

Hey, it snowed yesterday. Like, CRAZY snowed. This was taken at about 1 a.m., using only the city light reflected from the clouds. This was the only light available, since the power was out here at the house, and stayed that way until about four-ish. That tree to the left of the car? It's busted, broken by the weight of the snow. Somehow the really tall crepe myrtles behind the car didnt give under the load. The snow was really wet, and everything was covered in it, wires, trees, fencetops, tomato cages, everything. It was pretty cool, actually.

Okay, this last one wasnt taken without the benefit of streetlights, since the Target lot, right across the street from my neighborhood, still had power. I include it here just because it looks so cool.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Saturday, February 06, 2010

saturday night at the movies



There really ought to be a regulation regarding motion picture waste.

listening


Hey, check out Sridhar Thayil, an Indian duo combining all sorts of musical genres into something like theatre. Very cool. BBC describes them thusly: The electro pop duo from Bombay, via New York and Hong Kong comprising a poet and a singer, have played some extraordinary gigs in their time, including the Jaipur Literary Festival, and as an opening act for author Vikram Seth.
They're on Facebook, too. Or here (group).

Friday, February 05, 2010

questioning

So, my wife says you never question the Boss, but I just have to ask: Why do they scream Wendy's name at night in the streets? Does that make any sense? Who is she that people scream her name, or is that some sort of Jersey past-time?

Wednesday, February 03, 2010

time flies like an arrow
fruit flies like a banana

Damn! It's Blog Roll Amnesty Day again! I have participated in this in the past, but Sitemeter assures me that these days it is I that should be participated upon. Eh, never mind. For all of you out there with a greater readership than I, go read the rules, then participate, if belatedly. As for me, I recommend everyone on the sidebar, and in my blogroll, and in my blogtroll. I warn you, though, they all get more traffic than I do ('cept maybe that Cafeteria one).

Monday, February 01, 2010

television journalism 101



All you need to know to make your very own professional news-story. Now, you too can be just like the guys on the TV News!

via Jonco.