Tax Cut Equals Entitlement Cuts Next


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All three of these are, basically, Mr. Potter, from “It’s a Wonderful Life.”

The Senate / House Republicans voting for a “tax cut” is the 1st step on a 2-step process to redistribute wealth from poor to rich.

For decades, Republicans have wanted to cut what they call socialistic entitlement programs, and they’re suffering Trump for a while to do it now.

STEP 1: “Cut Corporate Taxes” (puts billions into the hands of the Board of Directors, wealthy investors; minor, temp help to poor; long-term negative changes for the poor—increases the deficit dramatically.”

STEP 2: “Oh, the deficit is unworkable; the country will go bankrupt,” so they’ll have to cut “entitlement” programs (Social Security, Medicare…) to keep the country alive.

Screen shot 2017-12-04 at 9.34.50 AM.pngTAKEAWAY: Rich get richer, entitlements reduced so people have to struggle for basic income, the “Thrifty working class” that Mr. Potter was talking about on Kubrick’s “It’s a Wonderful Life”—something that’s akin to capitalism’s form of slave labor, survival’s servitude.

It’s not a tax cut for all, long-term. They’re literally making the rich richer and the poor poorer.



Washington Post


Or the New York Times:

Tom Hanks / Steven Spielberg Movie, “The Post”: Cover Up About the Vietnam War.

Some of the greatest movie-makers ever—Steven Spielberg, Tom Hanks, Meryl Streep—collaborate in a DreamWorks production to tell the story of United States government corruption / lies to the public and congress about U.S. activities in the Vietnam war, Cambodia, and Laos.

Screen shot 2017-11-25 at 8.09.33 AM.pngMovies like “Lethal Weapon” “Air America” use the idea, but “The Post” is an exposé on the topic, like “All the President’s Men” was for Tricky Dick’s Watergate. And while Watergate was the biggest story of corruption ever in the history of American politics, Nixon was a rank amateur compared to Trump who has set a new low standard (Mueller, special prosecutor, Flynn).

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Robert Mueller, decorated Marine Vietnam vet and former Director of the  FBI, is Special Counsel investigating President Donald Trump for Corruption.

If you caught it, yes: The Washington Post (Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein, the reporters who led the Watergate exposé), helped by “The New York Times,” were the same papers who led on the “Pentagon Papers.”

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Dustin Hoffman and Robert Redford in “All the President’s Men”; Carl Bernstein and Bob Woodward on Watergate at the Washington Post.

With respect, I am not suggesting any disfavor with people who served in the military. I am a vet also. I support them. Line guys and gals in the military were serving our country. They/we can’t know what the brass are doing in Washington any more than the rest of us. Special Prosecutor Mueller, himself, served in Vietnam after the Tet Offensive. We believe in the U.S.A., in America—and rightly so—we get orders, and we risk and sometimes give our lives, doing our best to serve.

But where leaders were using our military for secondary gains, even business and profit, where they sent our men and women into harm’s way getting us and others maimed and killed, lying about that to the American public, to congress, making a mockery of the excellent tenets of this great country…  I shudder to think.

Thanks to efforts of such as the Washington Post and The New York Times, we need to learn about it, so we can try to prevent more of the same in the future. We can’t change the past, but hopefully we can do better going forward.

Personally, I still like Kirk and Spock in the White House. Or Martin and Lewis, at least. Bob Hope and Bing Crosby. Tony Stark and—yeah. Or Clark Kent and Lois Lane. Or Bruce Wayne (Batman) and Diana Prince (Wonder Woman).

To be real: Why don’t we consider just electing someone with basic human values. Whether we’re Democrat, Republican, Vulcan or Romulen, Jedi or Sith—what about the novel approach to betterment in just electing someone who is a decent human being, who is smart and kind, who can analyze situations with 100 variables and pick the best vector sum, the best path to follow for the country. Many Republicans are against Trump—there are much better people for President than Donald Trump.

Eclipse Shadow Encroaching and Crowd Cheering

This video of the 2017 total solar eclipse at Independence, Oregon is different from most in that it shows the encroachment of the moon’s shadow—and you can hear the crowd, giddy with excitement, cheer when we enter totality. Stay with it. Two minutes later, you’ll see the hills lighten, and you’ll hear the crowd cheer more when we see the Diamond Ring at the end of totality.

The shadow approaches us at about 2,400 mph, because the earth is a sphere. The beginning and end areas of the path of the shadow travel over the earth’s surface faster than in the center, because the shadow is cast over us obliquely. We got 2 minutes of shadow; South Carolina got more like 2-and-a-half minutes.

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You can see where the shadow would move faster at the edges.

The eclipse was magical. All your life—  You know what daytime is supposed to look like, but this darkening is like nothing you’ve ever seen before. And when you see the dark disk where the sun used to be, surrounded by the corona, it’s easy see why the ancients thought it a dragon, demon, or an angry god. I offered to bring the sun back for $1,000, but no one took me up on it.

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Diamond Ring formation at the end of the eclipse. Corona seen in totality.

The Best Kind of Man

What kind of man is a genius who is never arrogant, confident but never harsh, a conservative superhero with no concept of prejudice, who moved as one of the greats in United States’ aerospace yet who was so humble, I didn’t even realize the extent of it for years?

What kind of man was he? The kind of man who married me.

Mr. Air Force One, flight test engineer in charge of the U-2 and SR-71, all Connie variants including those for SIGINT and the D.O.D., Joseph F. Ware, Jr. was a both simple and complex. As a child he was a Dennis-the-Menace-type genius who invented things, got into things, out of curiosity, discovering his ability to make things. In 1926, he designed and built his own radio broadcast station in the attic of his home, 404 Clay St., Blacksburg, VA, two blocks SE of Virginia Tech, then “V.P.I.,” as he referred to it. Then he needed programming, so he bugged his mother’s parlor and broadcast the ladies’ discussions. He wired a backyard tend from the house fuse box and blew it all out. But when his step-father bought a house next door, Joe was the one who they asked to wire the whole place.

He was a simple guy who did his home work, graduated early from VT then on to Caltech where he graduated early again with a Master’s in Engineering. He was a Wright engine test engineer at Patterson, NJ, taught math at Virginia Tech, then went off to Burbank, CA, to work at Lockheed, Skunk Works, under Kelly Johnson, becoming Department Manager of Engineering Flight Test. Tony LeVier, a good friend, and all the test pilots worked for him. See Shadow Life: Aerospace, Love, and Secrets, noted in the right column.

He had two wives before me, three children from the first marriage. Both his first wives passed away. And then he met me.

I was different: a pilot, like him, who looked at him as if he were Elvis Presley, a rock star in the aviation world I admired. We’d walk for hours around any airport and talk. I’d ask him more questions than I knew I had, and he’d answer them, often with personal items about the designer, as he knew many of them.

And I was/am transsexual. I waited for years to see if his kindness to me was a front, a curiosity, expecting the usual bigotry, but after four years, I was surprised to learn that he was, indeed, into me and that the one who was bigoted was I, against our age difference. He was 40 years older, and I couldn’t allow myself to love him. Realizing that, I dropped it, and I’ve been thankful ever since. He was the best, the most intelligent, caring, conservative yet compassionate man I’d ever known, and he continues to inspire me today.

Loving and Fighting

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NX28FE, Joe in Front; Me Flying in Back.

He held me close and kissed me gently…

We drove up the freeway toward a Lockheed Martin Star Dusters picnic to rouse with long-term friends. I rested my hand on his thigh…

We walked out of the airport cafe onto the ramp and stood by the flaps on the back of the left wing, a T-28 Fennec, French warbird. Two people watched us from a distance, unmoving. Their faces were grim.

I reached for hope in the thick aluminum of the flaps, scanned three ancient dings in the skin that I swore were bullet holes from Algeria. He survived, and so can I.

Joe smiled at me. It helped but glancing back at the men, my face grew dark.

“Don’t worry about it, Jenna.”

I prayed for a lighter mood, patted the plane as if he were a giant German Shepherd. “It weighs on me. It’s been years.”

Joe lowered his face and said to me quietly. “Lets go up for a while.”


In late evening, on the crest of a country hill, a young lady held a baby rabbit in her hands. The little thing was alone and needed help, so she fed him, warmed him, snuggled him to her breast with comforting coos.

“It’ll be alright,” she said, kissing his ears, knowing he comforted her as well.

The breeze calmed and warmth from the land beneath flowed into her. She reached out with her feelings and loved the grasses, the trees in the distance, the faint glow of a distant town in a valley, but her eyes were drawn to the stars. Out there, she knew, were wonders she longed to embrace: Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Planets Nine, Ten and Eleven, other stars, nebulae, galaxies turning like spokes on a wheel amid unknown depths of dark matter, expanding with dark energy… And, she thought to herself, we’re part of it. Life is part of it all. It’s not out there, separate from us; we’re here, too, all part of the same whole.

How could it be the universe could generate such a beautiful thing as life in a design that would let it go, let it die, let this wonderful appreciation for our place in the cosmos perish with “death”? How could it be that we get to connect so beautifully with life around us only to have it removed?

Perhaps the answer is in our quest to learn and in what we can do with it. The application of knowledge isn’t about things staying as they have been, but improving them.

A microbiologist, she knew: A high mutation rate helped our species adapt to changing conditions through our evolution, but that mutation rate also results in aging that is more rapid than it needs to be, through cell replication error.

What if death as we know it is only the beginning of our species’ life span? What if, now that we’re beginning to learn, we could use our larger brain to adjust the mutation rate? What if cell manipulation and chromosomal repair, through our own body’s stem cells could extend life? That we could use the brain we’ve been given to change ourselves, so we could love the cosmos longer?

It won’t be there in time for us, but it may be available to our descendants: