Life

Column: Bill Cosby might be home, but he isn’t home free

As it happened, Cosby did incriminate himself during the course of four sworn depositions in Constand’s civil lawsuit.

He said the pills he gave Constand were Benadryl and claimed their interactions were consensual, but he also testified that in the past, he had illegally given Quaalude, a prescription sedative, to women he wanted to have sex with, a fact that was indeed used against him in the 2018 criminal trial.

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1977 Colin Davis came home in the middle of the day and found his estranged wife with her lover. He shot and killed the lover, shot his wife and accidentally shot and killed his stepdaughter. He was worth slightly under One hundred million. He was found not guilty of all charges, they didn’t even find him guilty of negligent Homicide for his stepdaughter’s death. That’s Texas Justice, for that matter American Justice. After the Trial he wine and Dined the entire Twelve Jurors at his Hilltop Cafe, all for free. Makes you wonder how much was their true Reward. Justice is Blind Deaf and Dumb. A.D.

America, Life, Motivation

Big Fish

Big Fish Small Ocean

 

 

 

In the great Waterways of Life it’s a tragic Cycle, Big Fish gobbling up small Fish. Nowhere more prevalent than the Corporate Jungle. I haven’t posted anything in a while, being too busy with Life. Whenever I take a Vacation from writing doesn’t mean that I have developed a case of writer’s block. Most of the time I am just preoccupied with other things. Most of my Blogs are usually about Roads that I have traveled. This One is about One of them. Three years ago I worked for a Resort Giant, It was something quite different. While there I got to meet a lot of people, some nice, some were absolutely Atrocious. That goes for some of the Guests as well as Coworkers and Management. 

I couldn’t go on without mentioning a couple of Individual standout occurrences. My absolute favorite was a little Girl who I wrote a Blog about, with her Parents approval. Jasoul was Nine years old, her Mannerisms were of a matured Adult with style and Grace. The Blog gave credit to her Parents, working class People who had their own Business. Jasoul was an absolute Gem, when her Parents and I communicated, she sat erect and listened adeptly. Even though she was included in the Conversation, she never spoke until it was her turn. The mark of a great Conversationalist and very mature for a nine years old. Most Nine years old fidgets and ask dumb questions when involved in deep Conversations. In the Blog I said that Josoul was destined for great things and her Parents had done a great job in her upbringing. After posting the Blog Siouxi her mother, sent me an Email Lauding me with compliments on the Blog. She said that the Blog made her and her Husband Cried for Joy.

 

 Then I remembered that before I wrote my first Blog, I read a Book on Blogging and what makes a Great Blog. The Author stated that if when you write and what you write don’t stir Emotions, what you write is not worth the Paper it’s written on. The Resort gave me plenty of Subjects to write about. Talking about Big Fish eating small Fish. These Piranhas gave Capitalism and Labor Relations a bad name. They Indoctrinated us to make the Guests feel special so they would return again and again. We sold the Resort with our every interaction with the Guests. Our Day to Day functions weren’t the only things that made the Company lots of Money.

 

 

 

 When it comes to Money big Fish have an Insatiable Appetite. One year the Company made over One Hundred Million Dollars. Christmas came and went without the yearly Bonus that we looked forward to. The reason, Operation cost were too high. Yet the C.E.O. and his Flunkies got Three Figure Bonuses. Did I mention Big Fish. Just Rewards had the last laugh. One year after my forced departure a Whale of an Investment Group bought the Resort. When I got fired for refusing my Boss, I had already given them Two weeks notice and had One week to go. Wrongfully terminated I knew that I had a case, Nonetheless I decided not to Sue. Within a short while later the Buffoon was promoted to C.E.O. months before the Company was sold. It didn’t take the new Owners long to see what I had known all along, he was Inept and a Buffoon. He was promptly fired, the same way he disposed of me. The best part of this Story, the new Owners came with a big Broom. All the Slackers and Freeloaders, either quit or was fired. Keeping it short and sweet, if you enjoy swallowing Guppies, one Day your turn will come to be swallowed.

 

Driving School, Safe Driving

The weakest part of a Car- revisited

The weakest part of a Car / revisited

I’m on the Road Again and I am gone, gone, gone as the song goes by the Group Traffic, One of the Premier Groups of the Seventies.  Eric Clapton,  Ginger Baker and Stevie Winwood made the Group a Standout. Better yet Golden Earnings said it best, no more speed, I’m almost there, Radar Love. That’s enough of the Musical Savvy. This Blog isn’t about music, even though while covering Forty-Two hundred miles in the past month I listened to a lot of it. This Blog is about the weakest part of the Car. Not the Nut that retains the Steering Wheel, but the Nut holding the Wheel that calls himself a Driver. I have always maintained that the speed limit on our Roadways should never exceed Fifty-Five.

The reason for this is that whatever is posted, it will be exceeded. Interstate Ninety Five is posted Seventy M.P.H. No One obeys it. The average speed during rush hour is Eighty-Five, no matter how inept or inexperienced or insecure. The Bold, the late and the Suicidal, blows through a cluster of Traffic at 100. When you have a smash-up at One hundred M.P.H. There are no survivors. The most Astonishing thing that ever happened to me in over Fifty years of driving,  was a Nut passing me on the Shoulders doing Ninety Five. Now, do you understand why I will never stop writing Safe Driving Blogs? When I quit giving my opinion about this screwed-up World that we are living in, I will never stop talking about Idiots behind the wheel that thinks that Driving is big fun and is nothing but a game. The Numerous Roadside Graves that I pass Daily on my commute make me the most Astute of Drivers. When I was younger, I was one of them, reckless and daring, change is good.The reason for that is that I don’t want to die in a blazing ball of Fire mangled by Glass and Steel. My Dream Death is, sitting up in bed sipping on my finest Brandy. However, I am always amazed that just about every single day I get behind the wheel someone is trying to forfeit my Dream.

They can be as Educated as they come, when they get behind the wheel the Idiot pops out, Logic is tossed asunder, rationality is discarded and common sense becomes uncommon. So many people lose their lives each year because of stupid people who are good at nothing else in life. Yet these same losers get behind the wheel of a car and thinks that they are better than Dale Earnhardt. Dale was the best, but yes shit does happen. So why do you put wood in the fire with a Full Tank of Gas? I could be cruising at Eighty-Five yet some Idiot would run up on me doing a Hundred, not knowing if I am tired from Driving four hours straight and is tired enough to drift from my lane. Where is the logic as Spock would ask? All that Schooling and all it’s good for making money, it doesn’t make you a fluent thinker, what a waste of Brainpower. Working in Construction we had a dominant concept about craftsmanship and skills. You could be doing it for Fifty years and still don’t know what you’re doing. Meaning, if you started out doing something the wrong way, fifty years later you are still doing it wrong. Case in point, since the first Two cars hit the winding dirt roads, they traveled in close formation. No one knew back then that staggering the traffic flow is the ultimate way to drive and it minimizes catastrophe.

Over a Hundred plus years later they still don’t understand the safety mechanism of staggering. Covering Forty-Two hundred miles, just about every Hundred miles, I come upon a cluster of Twenty cars all doing the same speed averaging Eighty. A combination of lightheadedness, doing things the wrong way and the “B” attitude puts someone in the left lane that doesn’t know that you don’t hang out in the left lane, even if you are doing One hundred and Twenty. There is always someone going faster. There are a lot of Bad Rides out there willing and able to exceed Two hundred and no shortage of crash Dummies. My friends knows that one of my dreams is to write a blog with one Sentence and a Book on One Page. Without further ado, I leave you with my favorite Einstein quote” A Fool is someone who does things the same way, each time looking for different results”.

Roadside Grave