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Spunk


Spunk.  It’s not a word per Merriam-Webster.

But since English is my second language, I can use it out of naivete.

And I feel it means “internal spirit” or “internal push to do something”…

Like “Man, it took a lot of spunk to work like that.”

Of course, I understand it can refer to something else… You know, foreigners learn bad words first.

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So why bring up this word?  Are you afraid of getting spunked?

Well, America now has 478 million people that need to be spunkified.  That’s 478,000,000, folks.

Why?

All of these 478 million people are on food stamps.  That’s a lot of missing spunk.

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Original food stamps.

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I don’t know how many of them are citizens or have green cards or are “undocumented”.

Of course, there’s a number of the 478,000,000 folks just down on their luck…  But for the most part, the remainder have no spunk.

That’s how they live day to day.  On food stamps.  That the people WITH spunk for the most part are paying for.

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Did you think 478 million was a big number?  Well, how about 78 billion…  That’s in dollars.  $78,000,000,000.  Three more zeros than 478,000,000.

That’s how much this food stamp program is costing us.

That’s how much of us “with spunk” are losing out of our paychecks.

Would you like to hear something more sickening?

$3,000,000,000 – three BILLION dollars – of that $78,000,000,000 is spent on ADMINISTRATION.  To me, that is plain sick.  Stupidity.  Unnecessary staff to meet stupid legalities.

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Obama said at the beginning that he believes food stamps is an economic stimulant.

Bull pucky.

The food stamp program started in 1939.  We were in the Depression.  People were hungry and crops and food stuffs were stockpiling on the farmlands.

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One of the original food stamps poster. Circa 1939

So FDR came to a startling and brilliant idea – let’s give out free money to those that are hungry.  It’s free to them as working people had taxes taken from their pay.  Then the hungry can then buy the food stuffs stockpiling on our farms!  Win-Win-(Lose)!

Well, thank goodness, World War II began.  The Depression ended with the American will power to… work.  The food stamp program – which was experimental – officially ended in 1943.  About 4 million Americans received assistance in those four years.

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Well…  Guess what JFK did in his first day in office in 1960.

Yup.  He signed an Executive Order.  (The same type of directive that put my father into those prison camps during WWII.  I hate those suckers.)

This Executive Order reinstated the food stamp program.  After, it was one of his campaign promises.

…And that’s all she wrote.  Now, one out of seven six Americans are on food stamps (called the SNAP program now).

1 out of 76.

And you know what?  It is true.  You can live a better life with food stamps and NOT working.  You even get free health benefits!

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To some, this post will cause irritation if not anger.  For others, they are irritated or angry.  They are angry because the country’s majority has voted for this, in one way, shape or form… This minority of voters didn’t believe in an endless entitlement mentality…nor want it.

Indeed, a heckuva a people need to get spunkified.

Face it.  Our country is clearly headed in the wrong direction.  We are even furloughing our military.

Damn the lawyers and damn the minority rights activists.  It has moved too far towards the extreme in the past six years.

Make it hard to get free food.  Make them work for it.

This needs to be stopped…

(ps  This is just an opinion.  There is no right or wrong.  There is no intent to rile anybody and all constructive comments will be appreciated.)

Another Prison Camp Discovered


Not to bore anyone but a few of you readees may recall my dad abd older siblings were in essentially peison camps during WWII just for looking like the enemy.

Well, researchers found another prison almost forgotten due to obscurity. This prison camp was not far from Spokane.

While the prisoners were paid up ti $60 a month, they did build many mikes of road.

History is what we make of it.

But blogs like ours are sure better than the misguided media.

http://m.huffpost.com/us/entry/3663446

A Belated Father’s Day Post…


A few of you know I’ve been in a little bit of “funk” the past month or so…

No real reason…  just things.

But I had a GREAT Father’s Day!  So a belated and short post.

It started out with seeing my “second” dad – Old Man Jack.  I last visited Jack on Memorial Day…  but it was a bit saddening to see that his only daughter hadn’t been by.

It’s always good to see him – although I didn’t stop by in my LOUD supercharged Mustang he loved so much.

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Of course, you can only have one dad… and mine’s 94.  We had a Father’s Day Brunch at his assisted living center and his luckily, his appetite was back.  We enjoyed a special Father’s Day brunch.  Meat and potatoes!  His fave!

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He then finished off his lunch with…sweets!  Man, he’s got a sweet tooth!  These were Japanese candies sent to him from my cousin Masako (and Izumi) in Hiroshima.  (He had four. lol)

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Does he look content?  LOL

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And then…  the grand finale…

I headed up from Fashion Island in Newport Beach to Pomona…My oldest son, Takeshi……graduated from Cal Poly Pomona!  He’s even got a straight A streak going!  And he BEAT his brilliant sister in Organic Chemistry by getting an A!  She will never hear the end of that one…  🙂

Congratulations, son!  And a BIG thanks to my ex and his step-dad.  I couldn’t ask for a better guy.

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I don’t think an old man can ask for anything greater than that superific day!

A Saturday in SoCal


A wordless post.

Well, almost.

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So what happens on a beautiful weekend in SoCal?

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Picked up the wall portrait of my kids from Alan Miyatake of Toyo Miyatake Studios.
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This appears to be an artistic rendition of one of Alan’s photographs of Ms. Condoleezza Rice?
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The famous grandfather of Alan, Toyo Miyatake.

Went to visit dad…  The workers there told me he’s not eating much as of late.  He only had a small salad with a little bit of chicken for lunch.  When I asked him if he was hungry, he said no but when I showed him one of his favorite Japanese treats, he went to town.

Number one.

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There goes number two!

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Number three down the hatch!

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He’s happy now. 🙂  And he did finish the last ball.IMG_0102

Took him one of Alan’s 8×10’s…labeled.  He’s 94 now.

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My bud Brian drove down from Reno for St. Paddy’s Day weekend – no better excuse to share a stogie together!

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Played around with my new Canon SX260 HS point and shoot camera.  Never had one that I can remember but it was fun to shoot with.

Superior close up capability.

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Hand held.  Look at the detail… Not bad for a shaky ol’ fart?

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I’m keeping an eye on all of you! Who’s got Visine?

Fish eye setting…

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My neighbor’s new son, Gabriel.  The father is USAF…  I pray for his safe return always.aIMG_0168

And finally, these were for me.  Like father, like son!  LOL

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Surviving Women’s Imaginary Things


bird flu1A fellow (not male) blogger took a light-hearted approach to her surviving her husband’s “man flu“.  Us guys took it on our bearded chins from the ladies.

Lies.  All lies, I say!

Blasphemy that us men would whimper and keel over from the invasion of tiny buggers we can’t even see with a microscope.

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Well, guys, its our turn.  We must defend our manliness.  Light-heartedly, of course.

The other night, I survived another commute home with against hordes of women drivers.

Barely survived.

Actually, it was a wonder I made it home unscathed and not get hit by the invisible things only women drivers can see.

They are gifted.

Us men can only see real things.

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It is not easy “sharing” the road with women drivers when they have a different perceptions of “lanes”, “sharing”…and things only THEY can see.  Invisible things that apparently take up a LOT of space.  Thank goodness they can see them or I would run into these invisible things.

And women’s maligned beliefs they had to suffer the consequences of the man-flu…  Dastardly.  If anything, a man-flu lasts but a week.

Commuting with against females and their invisible things (only visible to them) is five days a week, 50 weeks a year for us hard-working men.

And I thought about the man-flu smack down when I came to this (long) stop light.

I got my trusty new smartphone and managed to snap a picture for evidence (unlike the man-flu blog which had NO evidence)… but of course, none of the HUGE  invisible things only WOMEN can see showed up in the picture.

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(Trust me.  The two vehicles in front of me have female drivers.)

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Here is a schematic of the picture.  By some miracle, it is as UN-females see it:

A schematic of the photograph - which for some reason coincides with a man's view.
A schematic of the photograph – which for some reason coincides with a man’s view.

Notice where in the lane the female driver of the world’s tiniest car has decided to stop at this intersection.  There was obviously a couple of those invisible things that only WOMEN can see…on both sides of her.  If you can catch the Man Flu, you probably can’t see these invisible things.  She is so blessed, isn’t she?

(This was during rush hour.  At a long signal.  With other drivers behind us.  Forming two distinct lines…except for the two cars in front of me.)

Also trust me when I say the perspective of this photo hastily snapped with my smartphone is as deceiving as is the ladies’ perception of the effects of the man-flu.  There is LOTS of space on either side of car #1.

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Which brings us to the second car immediately in front of me.  There is enough space between car #1 and this one that the front offensive line for the Ravens could do their stretching exercises.

Well, she also stopped her car skewed to the right of center…  You can see the reflection of my curbside headlamp on her LEFT tail lamp.  Imagine that.

…and she is not trying to make a right turn…  Here, at least.

She made the turn at the NEXT stop light beyond the freeway overpass.

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Well, gents, a lady friend viewed the photograph at my humble request…  and with her special vision, she pointed out the invisible things to me.  How blessed are women!

THIS is what they can see with their magic vision!

THIS is what women drivers can see with their gift of paranormal eyesight!
THIS is what women drivers can see with their gift of paranormal eyesight!
OK, guys…  How many of you want this special vision that only women possess??!
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Dadgummit


OK.

Please allow me to beat this one to death.

Yes.  President Harding’s last photos in my grandmother’s album.

OMG.  Leave it alone!

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I found a copy of the actual event flyer from July 1923.

Now we can see an overview.  See what the Bell Street Pier looked like when President Harding rode in his motorcade.

You can make out train tracks.  Look at the far left – you can see the window locations on the building and…a pole.  You can also see blackness under what appears to be a short bridge and a railing that abruptly ends.  Important stuff.

The “PORT OF SEATTLE” with “BELL STREET PIER” signage can be signage can be seen at the far left.

Upon studying “Grandma’s” photos further and in comparison to the “press” photo (below), I feel BOTH were taken within seconds of each other – but from opposite side of the motorcade.  Please note my scribbles:

“Grandma’s” on top, “press” below.

And note the following obervations:

  1. Pole – also painted white at the bottom;
  2. The prominent roof of a car (circled) parked along the pier and next to the pole;
  3. The group of four men marked with the proverbial “X marks the spot(s)”;
  4. The wooden railing in both of Grandma Kono’s photos; and,
  5. The US Marine Corps on one side of the motorcade, the US Navy on the other.

Amazing.  These are two rare images taken from different sides of President Harding and within seconds of each other.

BUT…….

With the flyer image, we now know train tracks ran along the pier.  Trains are also visible in the press photo.  There are MEN atop the rail cars.

Due to the angle, it is believed the photos in Grandma Kono’s album were taken from atop the rail cars.  Off to the left just outside the field of view in the picture (just like the grassy knoll in the famous Zapruder film of JFK’s assassination).

Ergo, I cannot fathom Grandma Kono climbing atop a rail car…let alone in a dress as was customary at that time for ladies.

Or would she?  Nah.

So…I don’t believe she herself took the pictures.

Dadgummit.

BUT……

Perhaps it was Grandpa Hisakichi!

OK.  Stop.