I am tired of being the only smart person

Oh, I know there are 2 or 3 more of you out there, but it is not enough.

And just to get it off my chest so I can continue, will someone, anyone, buy Hillary Clinton a bottle of shampoo and teach her how to use it. I would not even bitch about the hideous headband at this point.

Okay, here is my bitch of the day. What part of "we" ain't got no money is really hard to understand. You go to the cookie jar and it is empty. That means no money for us. When I was laid off it was for a week or 2, I don't recall,  it was pretty much known at that point that the economy had changed and more lay-offs were probably in the future. So we cut out the bullshit spending. And when Big Daddy was RIF'd we cut out all extra spending. Period. I was working then but we were not going to spend money unless it was necessary.

We did not go to the neighbors and tell them that because they were rich they should give us some of their money.

If Greece and Detroit cannot pay their bills then I guess they should quit spending money. Now I don't live in Greece so I don't know their bills, but Detroit has a whole bunch of people making big bucks. And the budgets for city government are huge. And Detroit is a shit hole. It is obvious to me that the money spent has not done a thing to improve the city, so just quit spending it. What is the worst thing that can happen? If the city buses don't run children can't get to school. Then maybe the schools should be in walking distance.

When I spent time working in Detroit I knew a guy that walked or rode his bike every day. Took him 2 and a half hours to walk to work. And he worked 10 to 12 hours a day. That is what happens when you don't have any money and you are trying to get back on track and have a cash cushion.  By the way I watched this guy walk to work for 5 years. He got so he liked it, it was a challenge. I also knew a guy that could not afford to drive his Grand Cherokee to work, the vehicle he produced. It cost too much for gas. This was when gas was pretty cheap, 2001, the problem was he had a 2 hour commute. Maybe he should have moved or bought a Neon.

And this human trafficking thing is getting on my nerves too. The reason for this is because people are cheap. In the US the Great Benevolent Society wants to get a manicure and a pedicure for 10 bucks. The whore mongers do not want to pay standard rates for a blow job. The prissy women want their houses cleaned and their children nannied on the cheap. And all the cheap, cheap, cheap bastards want their property landscaped and manicured for a song. How about we just cut to the chase and go after the cheap assholes. How hard is it to find the lowest priced nail tech and check her bosses papers. I am serious, this is happening in the US and everyone is aghast and my question is "Who are the clients"?

Oh, and I loved Obama's speech today about how his daughters are perfect students (shades of Jimmy Carter here) and why can't the Congress stay in town and do their jobs? He stated he has been in town. I want to know who has been going to all those fund raisers on his schedule, you know the ones where he does one official duty and then 3 speeches for cash. Don't throw that stone unless you are clean as a whistle buddy. And a side note, a decent father would not use his children for a cheap sound bite, so don't bitch when that one comes back to bite you in the ass.

That is what makes me angry, it is all rhetoric and politics. No one wants to own this mess. The government keeps making laws they cannot afford for people who cannot, will not, or do not want to pay for them.

And finally, I can fix this gay marriage thing in a heartbeat, the government does not have any business in marriage, it is a sacrament of the church. No money for you government. What the US needs is Civil Unions. There are thousands of government employees, think TSA, that could fill out this paperwork, and then we can all be civil. Think of the tax dollars with that one change. And I really don't care if you civilly unionize with a pig or a goat as long as I don't have to go to dinner with you.

Peruvian Delights

One of those orchids.

Last night we went out to dinner. This was our second dinner at the new place that replaced the old places.

Taxi ride was okay after a few "what language are you speaking" interchanges. Big Daddy's claim that he speaks great taxi is akin to me saying I should be a model for SI as there are people who weigh more than I.

So we get to the place and woofie is not there. The co-owner is there and seats us outdoors as we have the nasty smoking thing going on. First thing they tell us is no "Fop pia" which means no receipt cash only which we knew going in. Great dinner but weird people. The real owner, or the major owner, comes out to meet us. I am assuming because it was slow and we eat early. When you spend most of your life getting up at 4 in the morning it takes it toll on late nights. Think of me as Kelly Ripa on TV, then maybe add on a couple years.

After dinner I ordered an expresso for BD as I had a bottle of wine. We had the wine corked to take home and the major owner guy comes back out to chat about his chef and the love of Peruvian cuisine which I really did not get from the menu. Maybe I am not too bright. Then he starts going on about this Pisco and how it is wonderful. I asked, "like in Pisco cocktails" and the next thing you know I have a chilled glass of Pisco. Now I am very picky about what I drink as I read somewhere that hard liquor will give you wrinkles. As I smoke I cannot double up on the wrinkle thing. And Strivection can only do so much in reversing the aging process.

This swill was like Everclear mixed with hairspray. Who in their right mind would willingly drink this shit straight up? The bus boy. He came over and I montioned and told him to take that glass in back and drink it himself. And he did. Behind the potted plants.

Rare Blue Sky

Shanghai a few days ago from the balcony.

Enquiring minds want to know why my name is so strange. I started this blog because I was laid off from my job for the first time in my life. I was bored and everything in my life was so strange. Also I did not want anyone to know who I was as I wanted to speak freely. I am still somewhat cautious in identifying people and places, it can be a small world and a vicious one. My name stands for the major companies I dealt with, Ford, General Motors and Chrysler. It started out as an automotive blog written from my viewpoint. The pictures at the top are significant to me.

The old car is actually owned by the family and was manufactured by a family member. We could have been rich but Henry Ford is rumored to have burned the factory down twice.

The middle picture is a drawing that a guy on the line drew when Cerberus took over Chrysler. You can see the love.

The Phoenix was my hope that I would have a job in the future. We can see how that worked out. I am unemployed in the one place I was hoping not to be.

A friend convinced me join a social network to play free games as I was bored, broke, and slightly batty. This required my having a name. So I made up another one. I did not want anyone to find me on the social network. There are various reasons for this but the most important one is that I am the black sheep of the family. The truth is I always expected to find Jerry Springer on my porch sent by my family for an intervention. They find me lacking in their brand of Christian love and I have no money to share with them. Bless their hearts.

So, MOV, you can call me Nola. New Orleans is my favorite place.

Badger, no I will not be driving in China as it takes years to get a license and more moxie and insurance than I will ever have.

I need a car in the US because I am a pessimist and await the other shoe dropping and going home with no money and no car, and no ability to get one. You need a car to look for a job. Big Daddy works for a suspect company and I can no longer be surprised by anything that happens. The only thing that surprises me is that bullshit, ignorance and stupidity seem to be the norm.

So to lighten this up a bit,

The good:  BD bought me a foam rubber, covered in cloth, thing for the bed. I slept through the night without pain and got out of bed without a lot of pain. I cannot scrunch on the long train rides with my back. When I birthed Punkin Head it was discovered my tail bone points in the wrong direction. Was not great for either one of us.

The bad: Delta, the shit airline I must fly home (if I want to get there in less than 4 days) has now changed the Economy Plus seats on International flights to only Plats and Diamonds without charge. Must get on Flyer Talk about this one. So I have to pay 80 US dollars both ways for a seat that will allow me to walk off the plane without assistance. On a crappy 747 with no personal entertainment other than the cabin crew dissing the pax.

The Ugly: Mr. Rooter seems to be having a problem with refunding my money for the "not to code" chimney liner they installed. This will require me to go to the bar of my choice in Detroit and speak with my council person. And then others. And this just pisses me off. Not going to the bar, love the bar. He has one week to make this right. We spoke with the credit card company and that is the max time for his promises to appear on their system.

Wally World never fails to amuse

Internet will not allow me to post pictures.

Walked down to the rabbit warren, first time out of the apartment in a week, to test the back problem issue.

Went well.

There were hordes of Chinese in a tent put up by Coca-Cola drinking Coca-Cola and taking videos of a Coca-Cola display. I am starting to wonder if the Coca-Cola formula for China is not a bit different than what is sold in the rest of the world as I have never seen anyone line up for it and go through a tent taking pictures before.

We met our usual asshat at the bar where we buy coffee and he told me he is from Miami. Not even close dude. He could not pronounce Miami. And he is returning to the US to go to school in Boston, BU. That sounded just a bit pretentious. And then he could not pronounce pasta arrabbiata and that was what he was making for dinner. With no peppers,  as he showed us his groceries. Then he said he was really from Ft. Lauderdale. This is why I just think everything here is phoney including the  people. He is from Florida like I am from Texas. Although I do have the blond hair.

As the being out in public was great we went on to Shaanxi Lu and bought 2 orchids which we had potted, a mint plant and a clear glass vase for 17 US dollars. What a deal.

We have movies at home and Big Daddy is making comfort food with leftovers and a snack of smoked salmon and toast points. Comfort food is hash and salad. Punkin Head is checking on my dental appointments and we need to start thinking of a car to buy.

The South West Airlines Pilot rant, can you tell I am bored?

My back went out 3 days ago. And Big Daddy is traveling so I am really, really bored.  Reading the Dean Koontz Frankenstein books and I am really not happy with them. But you read what you have. Read a bit and rant a bit. A friend convinced me there were great after talking about them for a year, so I ordered them but they are just not making me happy. I may have read one of his books in the past and ordered these as they are based in New Orleans, my favorite place in the world. Anyway, too little NOLA and too many changing styles with the writing.

All over CNN and my favorite air travel sites everyone is talking about this guy. Since I am not a PC person I listened to his rant and cracked up. He is ranting he can't hook up because the majority of the cabin crew are gay, old, or fat. At no time does it occur to this idiot that maybe he cannot hook up because he has no redeeming features. I do not know why he cannot have sex with women that are not flight attendants, but when you limit your choices  . . .  This reminds me of so many guys, and yes woman too, that draw that line in the sand at "I will only have the best".

I remember a guy I worked with that seriously thought he was going to meet a Supermodel and win her heart with his who knows what. He was hilarious and a lot of women go for a sense of humor. But he turned down normal women for that elusive chance that a Supermodel was going to show up on a night flight from Podunk to BFE. I knew guys that tried and tried with women that just were not ever going to give them a shot. And I knew women who could just never understand why Mr. Impossible either treated them like dogs or dropped them as soon as they delivered the goods.

There are rules people. Under normal circumstances like seeks like. I have seen it a million times. I could, and probably should, teach classes about how to fit in and excel in situations that can be challenging. Hidden clue-seek out not-normal circumstances.

Getting laid in Chicago is not challenging. For anyone. For those that cannot attract partners up to their standards there are discreet services that will fulfill their needs. See the bartender.

Getting ahead in business 101 tips are free today, don't tug on superman's cape, don't spit into the wind, and don't mess around with Jim, I think that is Jim Croce.

And if you want to reach for the stars you need a plan. Ranting on an open microphone for all the world to hear that you can't get anyone to have sex with you is not going to get you a spot as the next Bachelor.

I think he needs to go to "How Not To Be An Asshole" classes with the Weiner Dog.

Just a note

The Rooter assholes are giving me money, the cost of the chimney liner, which is more than the other Rooter people said it should cost for a new one. I can't think about this until I see the money.

No email from the dental group. Hmm. So no purchase of plane tickets on the crappy plane.

Big Daddy found a worse shop than the one that required flashlights to see anything.

I feel like I am in one of those old Japanese movies where the mouths do not match the words. Just like BD saw last night in Shenzhen on the expensive cable TV.

Random Things

You always want what you can't have, girls with straight hair want curly, short men want to be tall and Chinese men want a slightly overweight blond. Four guys tried to pick me up in the span of 10 minutes while I was standing on the sidewalk waiting for Big Daddy. And yes, they were all scary looking.

Watched a lady (during the 10 minutes) scoot after her dog trying to stick a torn piece of newspaper under his ass as he was trying to take a shit. She was successful.

I think I know why I am gaining weight, I wear flat shoes. All the skinny bitches wear very high heels and wicked platforms. Only the fat girls wear flats. I am thinking I need Laboutins, but I can't walk in them so how does that help with the fat?

Shenzhen is banning, really banning not the previous faux ban, electric bikes as they are dangerous. Hope someone told Fed Ex and DHL.

China is giving tax breaks on electric cars. But since they shut off the electricity on a regular basis you will need a diesel generator to charge up your car.

I saved the best for last.

In order to stop unnecessary Metro (subway for the yanks) trips they are raising the price during peak travel times.  I need to ponder what would necessitate making an unnecessary Metro trip during peak travel times when I hear that is your best shot of getting squished like a bug.

Late breaking news, BD reports he is on site at the job that is way behind on their timing. He is there to find out why. He is walking around with a flashlight. Gotta love it.