Required standardized chaos, Participation optional

The befuddled banner banter may confuse the mind, however the comprehension of the target of why this is uttered will bring forth a luminous understanding and a quick chuckle.

Imagine if you will, the deep pockets to your company along with five of your sister companies, has had it up to the proverbial chin with the constantly inconsistent data they receive from half of your group. The financier’s toady proceeds to gather the heads of the IT departments to inform all, in order to appease the deep pocket gods, a software package to normalize all of the incoming data is required. Over the past half a year, requirements have been presented, removed and altered. Half of the companies are in full agreement with such a normalization software package as well as utilize such. However, the other half, the half that are the culprits to the bad data are opposed to the entire idea.

And on the seventh month, the gods stepped down and noted, all data within the reports are required to be standardized using the forthcoming software, but it is an optional step…

Yes, please scratch the imaginary question mark and try to make sense of the conundrum.

Now, imagine the deep pockets come from none other than the “by the book” Federal Government. Excuse the momentary delay, while the tongue is firmly removed from inside the cheek. Now, do not consider this as a current administration faux pas, as this type of conscience confusion has been in existence well before the unfiltered hyperbole of the current administration took office.

Therefore, in a world where standardization should be the norm, when chaos ensues, optional requirements is not an oxymoron that one wants to hear. Intelligent deep pockets appear to be synonymous to the infamous jumbo shrimp.

Safer sufferings – Thought of the Day


THIS IS AMERICA… WHERE THE FOUR FREEDOMS LIVE – NARA – 515767 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

As the great American days of yesteryear diminishes in the perspective views of my generation and past, most must wonder what has happened to those great American days.

The glory days of America where our freedoms were plentiful and our options of enjoyment were bountiful, do not seem, but are being taken away and controlled because they have been deemed “unsafe.” Dont you miss the days of yore, the days of pure fun and when America seemed to be an awesome and productive place to live.

When you were able to pile the family in the minivan or faux-wooden panel station wagon and head to the beach, stake your claims next to a cement ring and spent the entire day enjoying the sun, the wave and the salty sea air destroying your hair. Then the fires begin to roar as the horizon turns a reddish-orange hue, and the metal coat hangers get bent into makeshift cooking utensils for roasting marshmallows and weenies.

Or how about when the street would be closed down on the 4th of July because the entire neighborhood decided to hold a party to enjoy the day dedicated to our freedoms. Barbeques would be roaring with steaks, hotdogs and burgers, mothers sitting in circles enjoying the gab of whatever mothers talked about, and fathers in their tank tops holding a spatula in one hand, a beer in the other yelling at little Johnny to be careful when running around with those magical pieces of metal that shoot hot sparks out at a rapid rate. And in the dark of night, a five gallon bucket of water sat conspicuously close to burnt out spots on the street where the brave souls of the fire would light the fireworks as the kids and others oohed and aahed.

And when basically anything harvested or grown was safe to consume regardless of how it was made or what was injected into it. When sugar was pure cane and used in everything to make it sweeter and potentially trick kids into thinking that it was good for them. When a fast-food joint was just that, a place to get low-cost, fast food that necessarily wasn’t the best food to be eating but it was so damn good, and the menu didn’t contain labels warning of MSG’s or fish cooked here signs or salads or only white meat in the nuggets or no pink goo in the meat. And when someone spoke about soy, they meant the dark spicey liquid used in chinese food.

Or how about when children were actually held responsible for their own actions and own failings in school, not the teachers or school districts or society, video games or music.

Or when professional sports athletes participated in sports knowing the risks to their health, mind and lives, and yet knowing that there could be no recourse or monetary gains if they got injured from the sports. Basically, when football was a mans sports, where blood, sweat and tears were the core foundation of showing a great game, and if a concussion occurred then that was the fault of the player and the risks were known and accepted.

Or when our words were made public and people were allowed to listen to them without jurisdiction on if it will offend someone, when our freedoms of speech were allowed to flow free.

Reminisce of these yore are due to an ever-growing issue with our local, state and country governments. If it is not or has not been obvious to you, the yesteryear of America were more free, and more enjoyable. The citizens were productive, families were large as well as bonds between neighbors. Life was more enjoyable back then. Then came the micro managing of our governments and elected officials who think in their own twisted and diluted worlds society will be safer by what they feel is safe for them. Our governments are slowly taking away the American feeling we all knew and loved, claiming those enjoyments as unsafe. Yet with them making everyone “safer” in their own eyes, American society seems to be sad and ailing.

Isn’t it strike someone odd that when the government kept their greedy ignorant self-righteous noses out of everyday lives of the American families, we were all much happier. But since the turn of health conscious, politically correct years have come upon us and governments have stepped in to control foods and enjoyments of yesteryear, American society doesn’t feel so… American anymore.