Tiehm’s Buckwheat

Joe biden spent some time away from his basement to travel across the country to push for an end to climate change.

 

This two-note song President – COVID masks being one – climate change being one, clearly has limited mental abilities; he is unable to concentrate on more than two things at the same time.

 

On the climate change issue, biden has a dirty habit of catering to Leftists and deluded activists whose loud voices are being quenched with inane policies guaranteed to only ruin America as we know it.

 

Biden’s push for electric vehicles has contorted Ford, Chevy, and Cadillac into promising an all-electric vehicle line-up within a few short years.

 

By way of background, electric vehicles (EV) are those powered by “renewable” energy and are supposed to be friendly to the environment.

 

Many EV proponents are just as mentally simplistically wired as President Nitwit.  They latched onto a brilliant idea of drawing energy from the Sun, which was likely taught to them in first grade, and reinforced throughout their mediocre scholastic existence.

 

This type of renewable energy is not new.  When I was in elementary school in the 1950’s and ‘60’s, a classmate named Kevin often used solar power to amaze the rest of us at every – EVERY – science fair.

 

He dutifully lugged into class a piece of wood onto which was mounted a solar panel, flashlight bulb, and miniature electric motor.  Kevin was able to point out how when exposed to light, the energy from the solar panel  made the bulb shine, or the motor turn, with a flick of a switch.  Those solar panels use photovoltaic energy to convert light into energy.

 

Magic, it was, to six-year olds.  But after years of this tired dog-and-pony-show, we realized Kevin was relying on present-day scientific advances to actually get us to stop yawning.  And each science fair gave us the same promise of “the future.”  But I digress.

 

Renewable energy comes in many shapes and types and seem promising, at least on the surface.  Since 1960, we experienced rechargeable battery powered devices introduced in the form of flashlights, calculators, and cordless phones.  In fact, the battery in your gasoline powered vehicle is rechargeable in order to restart your car, once again.  So, recharging batteries is nothing new.

 

Early solar panel exhibit

But it is the battery that is important to renewable power – be it a home system or EV – that relies upon electricity for anything.  Houses use solar power to harness energy to operate everything from refrigerators to air conditioners to televisions.

 

An EV relies on electricity to propel it along the roads.  However, rather than using a 110-mile extension cord, an EV uses batteries in which to store that precious electricity.

 

Since the days of Kevin, society has been introduced to many new and exciting discoveries in the photovoltaic world.  Yes, after only 70-years, we now have EVs that can be plugged in to a modified electric outlet to recharge them for the next leg of your trip.

 

In actuality, EVs travel only as far as its batteries allow.  Other factors of EV distance include on-board appliances such as: lights, heater, and drain from the air conditioner, radio, heated seats, and weight.

 

Weight appears to be the big killer of electricity use in vehicles.  That would include trucks; pickup trucks, semis, and any vehicle towing anything; boats, utility trailers, and campers are included.

 

The latest battery answer to these problems is a lithium battery.  Lithium batteries have been around for a decade, or so, and maintain a solid charge quicker and longer that older nickel cadmium batteries.

 

All would seem well if the Panderer-in-Chief wasn’t so beholding to his loud-mouthed constituents.  It’s those self-important environmentalists that have been desperately trying to “save the planet” by introducing lawsuits, protests, and roadblocks to our natural resources.

 

The shallow-thinking environmentalists have targeted the Rhyolite Ridge lithium mine for legal action, in an attempt to stop Australian mining company Ioneer, from damaging the habitat where the Tiehm’s Buckwheat plant, lives.

 

Of course, a petition to save this plant would mean the ultimate shut-down of rechargeable battery lithium from being extracted, was filed.  This brilliant effort to limit access to long-range batteries to protect the planet will create a long-term bottleneck to hurt the planet.

 

That’s quite a conundrum.  President Nitwit fails to see the link from lithium to energy efficiency, and his equally hapless constituents fail to see anything outside their narrow-minded attacks on anything and everything involving a shovel and ingenuity.

 

These smarmy tactics were used decades ago with the snail darter fish and the spotted owl.  It is time to tell these professional whiners to pick a side.  Clean energy, or no energy.

 

Don’t make me call Kevin.

 

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Freeze!

 Sunlight is waning as tree leaves change their colors, preparing to drop them for an annual winter slumber.  Along with the abbreviated sunlight come colder temperatures ushering in bitter winds, hibernating wildlife, and possibly snow.

 

This repeated ritual varies depending on where you reside – some locations will receive feet of blustery snow, while others will have to deal with more temperate climates on their sandy beaches.

 

Nonetheless, this is an ideal time to prepare with heating provisions or sunscreen, depending on your individual situation.

 

Tucked away near the shore of Lake Erie in Oberlin, Ohio, is appropriately-named Oberlin College and Conservatory.  Oberlin is a liberal arts school that offers courses in music, science, history, and English literature. And being so close to Lake Erie means bitterly cold, snow-swept winter winds licking its campus buildings.

 

With an annual tuition hovering around $77,000, Oberlin is not an inexpensive school by any measure.

 

It prides itself as an institution that holds its attendees to high standards, with a desired GPA of 3.47, something I could never achieve (even with a cash bribe.)  But I digress.

 

Evidently, Oberlin College has undergone an austerity program to better manage their precious funds.  As a result, many regular employees have been outsourced to contractors in an effort to save money.

 

Unfortunately, along with new workers come new issues.

 

So it was with interest that I recently heard about someone of the weaker sex – and an Oberlin College and Conservatory student – whining about Oberlin’s dorms rehabilitating their heating system.

BRRRRRRR!

 

Not sure of the age or mechanics of any heating system, much less that of Oberlin College, I cannot speak with authority.  However, with decades of cold weather under my belt, I can speak with authority that life is much better when you have heat during cold winter months.  I’m just saying.

 

In any case, this referenced concerned student is what the new world calls “woke.”  Woke is when someone complains about someone or something, or the anointed among us are simply trying to make the rest of us “aware.”  That’s just what I need – another parent.

 

These wokers – for lack of a better term – feel compelled to help Neanderthals, like me, navigate through life.  But as the old saying goes: “Who died and left you boss?”

 

Back to Oberlin College.  That aforementioned whiney student learned through a written notice that The College was attempting to correct heating deficiencies by using contractors to repair and/or modify their system to keep the kiddies toasty warm.

 

This is where the good part begins.

 

Our previously mentioned woke student – Peter Fray-Witzer – felt compelled to let the less educated and unaware college administrators know that they were neglect in communicating the heating situation to the students.

 

In an op-ed appearing in the college’s Oberlin Review newspaper, Fray-Witzer slammed “school administrators for only giving students one day’s notice” about the radiator upgrades in his dorm.

 

“I was angry, scared, and confused.  Why didn’t the College complete the installation over the summer, when the building was empty,” the letter continued.  Fray-Witzer stated he was “very averse to people entering” his personal space.  He continued about “the fact that the crew would be strangers, and they were more than likely to be cisgender men.”

 

Fray-Witzer’s dismay is clearly evident, if only because of the use of “cisgender.”  Cisgender is a woke word meaning identifying with the gender you were ‘assigned’ at birth.  Not personally being woke, I learned Burger King didn't have their slogan right: “Have it your way.”  I told you I was a Neanderthal.

 

So, to recap, Fray-Witzer is angry and scared and confused because a radiator repair man was contracted to keep him warm.  And, he seems upset the radiator guy likely identified as a man, but we’re not sure if he does, because of Fray-Witzer’s bias against normal.

 

Plus, he may not want his dorm room warm during the dead of an Ohio winter, but we’re not exactly sure.  We do know that Fray-Witzer is a complainer, and an attention-getter who is interested in only himself and his needs and wants.

 

It will be interesting to see how Peter Fray-Witzer melds into society upon graduation, and what sort of job he gets thereafter.

 

Just imagine him entering a workspace with cisgender men, cisgender women, transgender folks, or whomever these woke, anointed college pukes would like to identify.  Those future employers won’t likely be as accommodating as Oberlin College.

 

By the way, if deciding what sex you are is the biggest problem you have in life, please consider yourself fortunate.

Fair Share

 Today we’re going to begin with a quiz.

 

1.)                Name the second smallest of our United States

2.)                Which state has no sales tax?

3.)                Which state is home to the largest number of corporations, and why?

4.)                Name the candidate who received the most votes in the 2020 presidential election

 

Now that wasn’t so bad.  In fact, if you spent any time in an elementary school classroom, you’d know the answers are as follows:

 

1.)                Delaware

2.)                Delaware

3.)                Delaware, because of extremely low fees and taxes on incorporation

4.)                No one really knows

 

Delaware seems to be the hub of friendliness to corporations largely due to the low fees and subsequent taxes associated with incorporation.  According to their website, the state of Delaware has “more than 1,000,000 business entities” that take advantage of its incorporation services.  They forgot to mention Delaware is the second smallest state.  (For those of you who are wagering, Rhode Island is the smallest.)

 

Included in that extensive corporation list are Ford Motor Company and General Motors, both of which are multi-billion dollar entities.

 

Since Delaware is super-friendly to these companies that rake in obscene amounts of money, it is a mystery to me how the current President, joe biden, could have been a United States Senator representing Delaware.

 

The Three Stooges cheap knockoff

This is the same guy who just recently began carping about corporations that “pay no taxes.”  Pay no taxes?  Why would that be?

 

Upon a closer examination, biden, a nearly 50-year inhabitant of guvment office chairs, has become adept at working the system to his advantage.  Being a lawyer, like most politicians, biden wiles his time away accusing American workers of not paying “their fair share.”

 

In speech after speech after speech, biden uses that tired one-note song in an effort to drive a wedge between white collar and blue collar workers.  Suddenly that tax obligation became magically transformed into a punitive measure toward class warfare.

 

Exactly what ‘their fair share’ is is unknown.  Back in 1964, Supreme Court Justice Potter Stewart said, “I’ll know it when I see it,” in reference to pornography.  That phrase remains sufficiently vague until today, not unlike biden and his fair share rambling.

 

Biden offers no parameters to what a fair share is, but I’ll wager his idea of a fair share is commensurate with covert political donations and a wink.  But I digress.

 

So what can corporations do to further manipulate their financial responsibilities in favor of their respective shareholders, to make money?

 

Usually, they hire prominent individuals with readily recognizable names to sit on their executive boards or become ambassadors to awe potential customers and investors with their name recognition.

 

All this writing would not even be necessary had it not been for joe biden and his crack cocaine addled son, hunter biden.  Hunter has been involved with side hustles for years making literally tons of money for his name recognition – much like those aforementioned executive board sitters.

 

Ukraine, the People’s Republic of China, Amtrak, and now art appreciators, have been giving unsubstantiated cash to hunter because of name recognition and little else.  Period.

 

But the peculiar part of hunter’s story is that all his activities have been covered up by the mainstream media (MSM), for years.  During the 2020 elections, hunter’s shenanigans were totally ignored by most of the press to protect his father’s election efforts.

 

Yes, those same MSM that were agog to exact revenge on President Trump via his income tax returns, turned a blind eye to hunter biden’s sleaze with glee.

 

But only recently it was reported that joe “pay your fair share” biden, himself, may have skipped out on paying $500,000 of his personal taxes.  That’s quite a bit of money that could be better used by the anointed guvment types who are overly anxious to get their greedy paws on your, and my, hard earned cash.

 

Money makes the world go around, and businesses are businesses because they want to make money – otherwise, they would be charities.  They incorporate in business-friendly states, hire the right people to represent them, and implement practices to maximize financial returns for shareholders.

 

It’s not a sin or crime to be successful in commerce.  Stop punishing winning.

Forget the Grapes

 A recent shopping adventure made me smile – behind my mask, of course – because of all the Christmas trees, bins full of wrapping paper, and toys.  This prominent display of holiday retail revelry got me to think: Wow!  We’re just two weeks away from Halloween.

 

Indeed, Halloween is approaching and will likely arrive before Thanksgiving and Christmas, unless Congress or Dr. Anthony Fauci declares otherwise.  They have the power and ultimate last word in everything else so, why not?

 

In any case, this evident calendar faux pas presented another great law of unintended consequences – lots more candy is suddenly available, and in spades!

 

While perusing the confectionary aisle I recalled days of yore when times were different, and once again mustered a masked smile.

 

Years ago, one never knew how many trick-or-treaters would stop by to raid the candy bowl, or if they would even show up to beg or threaten for goodies.

 

Some years, seemingly countless rug rats would envelop the street in a mob-like scenario dressed in a varying array of costumes ranging from the latest television characters and movie heroes, to the old standby hobos and witches.

 

Of course there were some disguises that appeared professional while others seemed to reflect a last-minute, poorly executed attempt at candy pillaging.

 

Not to be left out, a few stragglers sporting 4-day beard growths and smoking Marlboros invariably would show up in a weak effort to snag some free stuff.  Unfortunately, those tired ploys rarely worked on me.  Get a job, I say.

 

It was during some social awareness campaigns that the number of trick-or-treaters dramatically dwindled.  Fearing for their children’s safety kept many of the masquerading kids home, on some occasions, while other years introduced community gatherings that were controlled and managed by neighborhood parents and housing organizations.

 

These feel-good efforts resulted in fewer kids marching from house-to-house-to-house to bang on doors to demand extorted goods by yelling, “Trick-or-treat.”  And it usually worked. Except for the stingy neighbors, that is.

 

Yes, you know who you are.  That is why your house is annually subjected to a good toilet papering or a thorough egging.  But you asked for it.

 

Unfortunately, those safety-concerned awareness campaigns not only kept the kids off the streets and away from front porches, they also created a supply and demand imbalance, resulting in people buying less goodies for next year’s Halloween go-around.

 

Because of the season change and waning daylight, wee children and pre-K tots normally made their rounds early – just after Mom and Dad returned home from work, about five PM.

Some exceptional costumes

 

Some kids were carried, others were dragged around by their hands, and some arrived sleeping in their strollers.  But all were adorable and deserved a prize.

 

We’ve had bumble bees, elephants, princesses, clowns, science fiction characters, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, and soldiers darken our doorway.  Firemen, nurses, policemen, chefs, and politicians also stopped by to join the All Hallows Eve fun.

 

But it was the early-comers that scored tens on the give-away scale.  After a few consecutive years of slacking visitors, we cut back on the candy and opted for something healthier and more appealing to my sainted wife and me.

 

We opted for pre-packaged pretzels and cheese crackers.  Once again, because we wanted fewer leftovers, we bought less.  And that was when the panic began.

 

Our pretzel and cracker bags were purchase in boxes of 48; we bought 2 boxes.  That was the year we received 122 ghoulish trick-or-treaters.

 

It was at this moment that I recalled my own trick-or-treat adventures back in the 1960’s.  The elderly neighborhood widows passed out homemade popcorn balls, caramel apples, and candied apples; labor intensive, but made with love.

 

It was when their supplies dwindled, they began passing out wooden pencils, loose change, and individual cough drops, all in the spirit of the moment.

 

Not to disappoint, we contemplated passing out “thoughtful” treats along those lines and eventually resorted to turning off the lights instead of handing out sugar packets, cat treats, a handful of grapes, ice cubes, or Post-it Notes.  I think that was a wise choice.  we also made a notation for next Halloween.

 

On the other hand, a roll of toilet paper, paper towels, or hand sanitizer might just appear overly generous and thoughtful in today’s climate.

 

In any case, Happy Halloween!

Welcome to the Circus

 After working 48-years, I would expect anyone engaged in a job to have honed the skills necessary to not only succeed, but excel.

 

Alas, I hold up our current leader, joseph robinette biden, our 46^th President as an example of a failure-in-place, something not uncommon in all aspects of life, but is especially evident in government.

 

And picking on President Nitwit has become much too easy to be considered a sport; it closely resembles arguing with simpletons crying “black lives matter.”

 

Most of this circus-like atmosphere began around the time of the 2020 Presidential elections.  Incumbent President Donald J. Trump and joe biden squared off in widely televised debates addressing “problems” our country was facing.

 

Practically every retort by biden began with a simplistic “He’s lying,” referring to answers to questions provided by #45.

 

Inside the biden Oval Office

Everything from our then-robust economy, steady flow of petroleum, exit from Afghanistan, détente with foreign counterparts, stemming the flow of dangerous fentanyl, lowering taxes, creating a COVID-19 vaccine, and even slowing the rampant illegal entry of immigrants into the United States, was summarily disabled by the current White House Fool.

 

Of course the mainstream media (MSM) were complicit in covering for biden’s successful basement hiding–out campaign.  They covered for him and cleverly avoided asking questions any tougher than his favorite ice cream flavor.

 

Tagging closely nearby was biden’s wife, Dr. Jill biden, who mysteriously rocketed to notoriety via magazine covers, television appearances, and endless gooey interviews.  In fact, it was sternly noted that her title, “doctor,” was to be used unsparingly.

(As an aside, she is not a medical doctor and cannot write prescriptions or tend to surgeries.)

 

Since his inauguration, biden – not the Dr. biden – has been wheeled out to the Presidential podium for a smattering of appearances and curt speeches.  Lately, his speeches have been testy inasmuch as they are pointedly accusatory, in nature.

 

Recent addresses have been directed at the issue of COVID vaccinations.  Biden has been angrily finger-wagging his 78-year old index digit at largely Republicans; he feels as though Republicans are the primary cause of our nation’s medical problems because of their refusal to get stabbed with the vaccine.

 

As usual, he’s wrong.

 

His sanctioned border invasion, allowing well-over 1,000,000 South American immigrants to trespass into our country has resulted in the influx of roughly all 1,000,000 illegal immigrants refusing to receive the COVID vaccination.  I dare say they are not all Republicans.

 

But the rewind of most every Donald Trump policy has resulted in a devastating giant blow to our way of life.

 

Giving rent and regular checks to all Americans has created a new subclass of beggars, our oil is now being purchased from Saudi Arabia, our military has been subject to accusations of racism within the ranks, illegal drugs as well as immigrants have entered our nation unchecked, taxes are being dramatically increased, his willy-nilly COVID policy appears as though it was made up by six-year olds, and the in-pouring of migrants has stretched the limits of both safety and sanity.

 

However, it was roughly a week ago when hidin’ biden addressed the United Nations, and our allies.

 

At the UN, biden – not the Dr. biden – pledged “relentless diplomacy,” as a way to use “the power of our development aid to invest in new ways of lifting people up around the world.”  How noble.  But at what cost?

 

He also pledged to double U.S. financial aid to poorer countries “to help them switch to cleaner energy and cope with ‘merciless’ effects of climate change.”  You can bet on that.

 

That would mean increasing assistance to about $11,400,000,000 a year.  Not a bad way to spend our precious taxpayer dollars.  By the way, Donald Trump, while President, asked Congress – that bunch of soulless jackals – for $5,000,000,000 to build his border wall.

 

They couldn’t find the money to oblige President Trump.  Alas.

 

Already biden’s baloney is coming to light with his countless failed projects and disastrous policies that have resulted in the death of many innocent victims, and exceptional inflation due to inane global directives.

 

That phony “relentless diplomacy” should have been applied before he killed an innocent Afghani aid worker, along with his seven children, with a drone-fired rocket.

 

On the other hand, this iteration of Democratic hopes and dreams are merely an extension of their kill-the-children campaign, they hold so dearly.  Sure beats an abortion.

 

Now, how can they blame this on Donald Trump?