DOUBLE DOUBLE

Hello, Wracks says the Frenchman.

I am a doctor now says Dr. Wracks

What do you get says the Greek.

I have a leg we amputated due to deep venous thrombosis.   I saw some clots in the femoral artery says Dr. Wracks.

Put it on the accession table and stand behind me.  I will tell you when you can go says the Frenchman.

There sits a huge vat of liquid nitrogen next to the accession table, the opaque milky liquid seethes and boils and vapor lingers at the base like a real Halloween movie and Dr. Wracks is the captive.  

The Greek throws a tumor into the liquid nitrogen and it sinks bubbles come up and the liquid boils.

I am waiting for the tissue to rise to the surface when it is done, then I will microtome it and do thin sections.

When a pathologist does thin sections, this is what happens

Wrights Giemsa stain identifies cellular organelles for detail

Gram Stain primarily demarcates intracellular, gram-positive bacteria

Warthin’s argentaffin silver stain makes spirochetes and parasite occlusions stain black

Calcofluor white stain identifies fungal elements that fluoresce under ultraviolet light

Nigrosine stain absorbs fat and Golgi apparatus identifying lipid-associated disease conditions

Carbolfuchsin Acid-fast stain makes tuberculosis germs appear like magic.

PAS reveals glycogen inclusions

A five-thousand-dollar microscope in two, one for the Greek, one for the Frenchman sits on a different bench in front of comfortable television chairs.  These monstrous apparatuses have silicon lenses carved and polished out of crystal and multiple magnifications and they finally use the oil immersion lens for fine detail.  After the microtome cuts the tissue into extremely thin sections that anyone can practically see through, they are stained, set on slides and a coverslip in balsam keeps the oil off the tissue.  The slides are labeled with a wax pen with a number so they cannot be changed and set in a box, one for each case.  

I will get to the leg later says the Frenchman, the surgeon is waiting for the results on several of the specimens.  He moves to an electric typewriter, conveys his findings for a case, types the document, signs the paper, inserts the letter into an envelope, seals the envelope, and hands it to Dr. Wracks.  Bring the letter to OR 3 after you scrub in, they are doing a bilateral mastectomy and waiting for the results.

It’s a lot of work, You can go.

All English hospitals look the same, like bastions or forts with heavy security.  Pathology here is in the basement and the lower floor is painted white on white with red arrows and large signs with names degrees and designations.  No matter what people do, it is cold and clammy and quiet down here and the silence is deafening.   There is such purity in white on white down below where no one goes.  

Dr. Wracks hurries back to surgery and OR 3.   He scrubs in like they taught him at the Autonoma and walks in backward so his hands don’t touch anything but he holds a letter.   He hands the letter to Dr. Gold the surgeon, he opens it and reads the results.  “There is metastasis in the draining lymphatics,” Radical procedure he says, you can go.  

In the late afternoon, on the East Coast, in the spring, everything is green, growing, verdant, and beautiful and Dr. Wracks is here.  At least I have a window to look outside at God’s given world thinks Dr. Wracks.   The pathology results are always positive, it seems a waste to make a patient wait under anesthesia for the results.   As a certified anesthesiologist, Dr. Wracks knows that the longer the procedure, the greater the chance of morbidity, mortality, and adverse reactions to the anesthesia.   The longer the procedure, the greater the chance of an idiosyncratic happening occurring. 

It is the rite of passing says another of his resident brethren.

Dr. Wracks does not cross his hands in prayer anymore because they say he is a nut.  Look for good counseling when choosing a profession and hope that you find someone to love you on the way.  Then you have won the game of life.  Time for another spin.   Like anything good in life, it is a lot of work.

Rantings of a madman

It’s been a long time and things are drawing to a close and life didn’t seem to turn out correctly.

It is time to say things that I was told not to say.   Of course, it all is fictional, and money and espionage are fictional too. 

His name is Vacation Unmoon.   He is the last Boy Scout, or so they say.  He took an alias that he used his whole life and everyone believed him.   He was a spook for the CIA, and no one ever knew.   If you are a spook for the CIA, you don’t get paid because if you are caught, the corporation cannot be implicated and no record for you exists.   If you are good, you have to do it until you die, and if you know too much, you disappear.   He is dead now, or at least disappeared.  Before he died in the agony of cancer and an aneurysm operation, he said,   don’t use a 270 Winchester for a shot at range because when I shot JFK, the first shot missed and I hit Connelly.  Use a 30-06 instead for a long shot.    I guess he was the man on the bluff in the park.  

The assassination of JFK was planned by the CIA and the vice president of the United States, but this is conjecture.   The real reason for the departure of the president was that the owner of the Dow Chemical Corporation did not want to share their money with the Kennedys.   Jaqueline Kennedy’s family name was Dow.  NO MATTER WHAT THEY SAY, IT IS ALWAYS THE MONEY.  They say J. Paul Getty was involved in the operation and he declared himself dead to avoid being arrested.   Another question is: is he still alive today singing in the rock group In Excess?    

The DOW chemical corporation is the fabulously rich entity that makes all the drugs the AMA sells that are made in a pot, in a lab, under pressure.   They are all carcinogens.  The only pharmaceuticals that benefit man are the products of living things, plants, Mold, or bacteria.  However to make drugs from these entities is too expensive because they have to be grown, harvested, extracted, purified, and then tested by the FDA.  This effort is far more expensive than brewing something in a retort.

The assassination operation consisted of three people to get JFK in the crossfire.    It was Vacation Unmoon, the associate from the man from UNCLE and of course Lee Harvey Oswald.   Lee was chosen as the dupe to take the fall and he was assassinated by Knife Bargely, known by another name.  Lee was chosen as the dupe to take the fall because he is Catholic.  He also was the tail gunner on the Enola Gay.  Who was he working for?    Who was the manhandling them?   He might be alive and I cannot say.

THE ONE THE GODS SEEK TO DESTROY THEY FIRST DRIVE INSANE!

NO MATTER WHAT THEY SAY, IT IS ALWAYS THE MONEY!

They are all dead now or so I think.  Vacation, Ma the gun moll, and Granny, the saint from France.

They told me if I ever opened up my mouth I would pay but it is late now and a wonderful day for me is a cup of coffee and a protein bar with my laptop.  It doesn’t matter anymore, except to the money grubbers.   Our God-given world is a gift to us given by the maker and to sit outside and see the beauty of the world and the beautiful young people is reward in itself.   It is too bad people have to live here, Malibu and 18th Street don’t break anymore and you can never return to your hometown.   Remember this, Poland told me to my face; what people say and what people do are two different things.   May Vacation have a nice life in prison?   No one knows until now and tonight I will share a roast beef with my family.   I didn’t get to when I was young.    Freedom is not free and we may have to fight for it.  

Of course, everything on this blog is fictional, I think, but my memory is failing me

Penthouse

The head of the emergency room is Doctor Little says Dr. Sabre, if you ever see him.  Dr. Venido has designated you as a surgical nurse and here is the key if they call you.  There exists an elevator in the far hall that has a key receptacle next to the door.   Insert the key and turn it in, it will open and take you directly to the surgical suite on the top floor.   We call it the Penthouse.   At the sign-in, there is a basket, put the key in the basket and go to the sign-in door and key in the combination we gave you.   If you have to leave in a hurry, you don’t need a key to go down in the elevator, just to go up.  Good luck.

There is an incoming trauma.   A construction worker got hit by a wrecking ball and it tore off part of his skull.   You will assist.   Go up in the elevator.  They are waiting for you.  The charge nurse turns like a soldier and walks away.

The Wracks walk down the hall on the first floor and see the elevator at the far hall.   He inserts the key, turns it halfway to the right, the door opens and he enters.  There is one button in the cab, it glows yellow and he pushes it and the doors close.  The wracks feel the cab go up, it stops and the door opens and he sees another hardwood door with a small window reinforced with wire.  A small console is on the right.  He pushes the code they gave him, the door opens with a metallic click and he enters.   The charge nurse says, scrub in, gown up, and go to room one.   Dr. Less will be waiting for you there to begin.   Head injuries are dangerous because general anesthesia causes death in these patients so do not talk because the patient is semi-conscious.   The surgeon and the anesthesiologist are waiting.

The Wracks scrubs up as they taught him in the dog lab at the Autonoma., put on a gown, a mask, and little shoelits, and walk backward like they taught him at school through the suite door.  The anesthesiologist puts gloves on him and he steps up to the table.  The patient is propped up in a sitting position with tubes sticking out of him his back occiput hangs off his head, and the blood drips down, and he looks upwards to the maker hoping for forgiveness.

We are going to reattach his scalp and bone back to his skull, and hope that it takes and heals.  If we remove the flesh and put it in a plate, he might not survive the surgery.    Wracks unpack and hand me eighteen gauge silk from the crash cart.   The wrack complies.   Hold his head still while I begin the suture.   Dr. Less has a large needle that curves like a fish hook attached to the silk and begins to reattach the scalp and bone to the head.   Use the aspirator to pick up fluid so I can visualize then swab the area with betadine.  I will say the Wracks.  The anesthesiologist glues his eyes to the heart monitor and injects valium, a little at a time to keep the patient still.   Dr. Less sews and sews and the Wracks cuts and blots and then he asks to open another suture pack of silk.  During impetuous circumstances, time flies and soon the patient has his head back, hair and all.   He blinks and starts to cry.   We are done says Dr. Less.   Scrub out and sit with him in recovery until he goes to ICU.  Thank you for your assistance today.   It was a pleasure working with you.

The ICU team comes and gets the patient who is breathing fine and has his Cath bag put on his lap.  The Wracks goes down in the elevator.  It seems to take a long time.  So this is Medicine thinks the Wracks.  I just want to sit in a consult and hand out antibiotics at the Bu.  It is night now and the Wracks gets in the sports car that he borrowed from his brother’s first wife.  Someone has broken in and taken the stereo.  He will have to replace the stereo and never use the car again.

They call it the obelisk.  Like an obsidian sliver pointing up into the sky, the moon coming up, it exists. It is black, the opaque windows are black and there are doors only in the front and the back that face the parking lot.  They say it is the main trauma unit for the county.  Before this summer the Wracks never knew it existed and it is part of the major exclusive university of Los Angeles.  Before his end, he will rotate through pediatric surgery, pediatric neonatology, and the Neuro.  The wrack does not want to go to the neuro but the unseen hands with non-olfactory money have put him there.

Where the fuck have you been scrub, says Dr. Little.  You are supposed to clean up trauma units.   If I catch you hiding again, I will fire you and inform your mentor.   Dr. Venido sent me says the Wracks; I was up in the Penthouse.   That can’t be says Dr. Little, you are assigned here to the E.R. to help out.  I will have a word with him.

I wish you would say the Wracks, I wish you would.  I know what I am getting into. 

It is night now and the freeway has cleared and the Wracks drive back to Tranquil Hills to tell the Fonz’s wife that her car got ripped off. 

ToxinSS

In my mind where they exist

See the trees amidst the forest

Speckled dust tossed at risk

Somewhat salted my recompense

Always when I eat or drink

Ephemeral ghosts when they appear

Crooked hand out of nowhere

Throws the dust in nourishment

Training me to accept then

Always when I eat or drink

Never dare to leave alone.

Liquid, cup, or glass

Upon a brief vacation home

Add to the reduviid mask

When I eat or drink or sleep

Through the doors, they come.

Although they are locked

Breaching an electric alarm

They turn the power off

When I eat or drink or sleep

Hiding in a closet

Or underneath the bed

Gaunt skeletons or midgets

Run while I am being fed

When I eat or drink or sleep

At a restaurant, they come.

While fixed and entranced

Leering sardonic heads peep up

Before I give the menu back

When I eat or drink or sleep

After we have left the house

They enter from the next store

Neighbors aid and then abet

Powder potions and more

When I eat or drink or sleep

In the early morning while sleep still pervades

There comes another injection

From an ghost invisible to persuade

To combat fear, force, or infection

Early when I awaken

Hopefully, someday it will end

Without a gasp or scream

Admitted to a sepulcher

In an everlasting dream

When I eat or drink or sleep

357 magnum

“Where have you been?” “We are busy tonight!” “Get your ass into room two. We have a gunshot to the abdomen and we need your hands!” Dr. Mac is an African American built powerful and he is also a trauma surgeon.  His sister could be Oprah Winfrey and probably is but THE wracks never asked him.  He is always too busy doing surgery.  Wracks is tired and the clock says eleven thirty.  He missed the burrito run and will have to settle for chips and a coke and the coat needs washing but no one ever sees it anyway and tonight a gunshot victim lies on a gurney in a pool of blood with two doctors doing what they do and a second-year student cleaning up the mess. The Wracks clean up messes in the ER.  His chores are to clean the surgery rooms and suture sites and then wipe the antiseptic on the furniture.  He also lends a helping hand. “Get your white ass over here and take the pail and pour the blood over the screen so we can rein-fuse him with his blood.  I have already dropped four crystalloid bags and he still bleeds.  Dr. More is on his way and will do it in the penthouse. “The patient is an Arab male of average height with dark hair.  He could be Iranian.  He could be Saudi.  He could be Iraqi but now he is in between life and death and nothing else flies germane.  On the right side of his abdomen is a gaping hole the size of a fist and the Wracks can see into his abdomen.  Blood drops out of the exit wound in his back steadily and he grabs the stainless pail and hands it to one of the doctors who pours the blood back into a bag hooked up to a large 16-gauge trochanter needle stuck into his femoral vein. The Wracks put another stainless pot underneath.  The man is conscious but barely breathing and has a vacant expression on his face with sightless eyes staring up into oblivion. Dr. Mac pours the blood on the screen and the nurses enter in and out bringing bandages and surgical sets.  “This guy is the luckiest man in the world says Dr. X.  The 357 magnum slug missed his aorta and right kidney by one inch. If we can stop the bleeding he will live.”  Mac and X clamp the bleeding vessels; and insert gauze into the hole blasted out by a 357 magnum revolver. A nurse puts her head through the curtain and says “We have a patient clubbed with a baseball bat on route. He will be in room one.”  Dr. Mac says to me, “Stay with this man until Moo comes for him. Do not let anyone closer than ten feet away.  If anyone comes in the door, grab the phone and type in the secret emergency number we gave you and security will come. Do not let anyone near him because he is near death.”  Dr. Mac and Dr. X run into receiving and the Wracks is alone. He sits in the wooden chair next to the door with a blue seat and thin legs and waits.   Five minutes later a person puts his head in the door.  The person is also mid-eastern with thick black hair and a thick black beard in jeans with a mean expression and wild eyes. The wracks say “You cannot come into this room or I will call security.  He says nothing and looks at me. The Wracks slowly stood and walked to the phone, picked up the phone, and put it to his head. “If you do not leave, I will call security!” says Wrak The man looks at me and the hair on the back of his head starts to crawl.  He holds the phone.  He looks like he will explode. He holds the phone.  He looks at me.  He starts dialing the secret code and the intruder snarls and disappears.  The wracks never saw him again.  Dr. Mac says he did well because he probably was the shooter and wanted to finish the job.  Dr. Mo is an Anglo-Saxon man about six feet tall with slightly red hair.  He has good hands.  He and his surgical assistant start rolling the man toward the service elevator.  “Dr. Mac, what is the new kid’s name?”  “Wrak”, says a voice from down the hall.  “Nice to meet you Wrak,” says Dr. Moo.  They leave and the elevator door closes. He heard the patient lived and was able to tell his children the tale.  He is a lucky man indeed.  The bullet missed vital targets and Dr. Moo was the general surgeon on call that night.  He lives only fifteen minutes away.  In life, like anything, luck is everything and when a person needs luck, they need a lot of it, now, immensely.  This man lucked out.  “Clean the room and mop up the blood.” Says Dr. Mac.  “We need a surgery set in one with proline.” “You can leave at daybreak.”  “Thank you, Dr. Mac,” says Wrak.  “Thank you.”

anti-matter

What is Antimatter?

Antimatter can be thought of as the opposite of matter, or matter that has properties opposite or contra-positive of the normal steady state.  Simplistically, antimatter can have anti-protons that have the same mass as a proton but the charge of an electron, anti-neutrons: neutrons that have no charge but an opposite or out-of-phase wave associated with it, and anti-electrons which have the same mass as electrons but a positive charge. In a more real and concrete interpretation, antimatter has the same properties as matter but in a 180-degree out-of-phase wave nature associated with it.   If an antimatter particle, collides with a matter particle it will annihilate and release energy in the electromagnetic spectrum equivalent to the equation energy of equals mass times the speed of light squared.  A gram of hydrogen annihilating another gram of anti-hydrogen could liberate approximately ten to the thirty-ninth power joules of energy in a microsecond burst.  The antimatter particle must interact with a matter particle of the same atomic mass for the reaction to proceed because the wave function must be exactly opposite to the wave function described in a sign wave diagram for the reaction to proceed.   This amount of energy released per unit of time is astounding and of extreme magnitude.

Physics of antimatter annihilation

An antiparticle of a given mass can annihilate another particle of matter of the same atomic weight.  To use dissimilar particles of mass and anti-mass reveals a difficult means to bring them together to annihilate.  Using like particles of anti-matter and matter brings the two particles together of the lower quantum threshold for capture and annihilation.  The reaction of plutonium fission can be likened tangentially to reacting antimatter with matter in the sense that the two components of the reaction must be held together for a minimum amount of time for the reaction to ensue or the elements will quickly separate and the reaction quench.  As in a fission bomb, plutonium wedges must be held together to initiate a chain reaction, two particles of matter, anti and real must be collided and maintained in union for annihilation to proceed.  Anything else is a fissile. The annihilation of matter and antimatter is not a usual or natural event and the forces of God keep them separate.  

Antimatter can be contained in a near vacuum within a magnetic field as long as matter opposite to the antimatter is not brought into proximity.  For example: an atom of hydrogen antimatter under real conditions will not react with an iron atom because of the dissimilarity of mass and the shielding of the nucleus by electrons.  These will only react at relativistic conditions found only in nature at the center of a sun or neutron star.

Production of antimatter

Antimatter can be produced on earth by spinning particles or atoms in a tokamak until the particles change nature at the speed of light. Then siphon it off.  Matter spun in a circle at the speed of light eventually changes character and can be siphoned off with magnets and contained in a vacuum.

Passing energy through various crystal lattices changes the frequency of the energy in the electromagnetic spectrum.  Harmonic waves synergize and antagonistic waves do not combine.  The emission is a component of the plank’s equation.

Uses of Antimatter

At present no way exists to realize the great amount of energy liberated in a microsecond by the reaction of antimatter.   No other use comes to mind except in weapons of mass destruction. In the future, the energy released by antimatter annihilation will power starships to different galaxies and fuel huge and awesome lasers and particle weapons.  The harnessing of antimatter energy will provide the means to transgress time and the warp as envisioned by Albert Einstein.  Energy can be converted to specific forms such as gravity waves and the essence of time itself.

On a positive note

The universal field equation envisioned by Mr. Rombauer may soon become a plausible reality.

Nation on account

Accounting is simple.  Simple if a person likes math.   Should it be so difficult to balance the national chart of accounts and set things straight, and right?   Accounting on QuickBooks, Peachtree, and money is based on starting a chart of accounts.   A chart of accounts is a file set that categorizes assets, liabilities, and owner’s equity.   All the charts that categorize expenditures, intakes, and delayed payoffs are characteristic of basic accrual accounting.

Assets are anything worth money or that costs money.   Liabilities are debts, meant to be paid within a given period, normally one year.  Owners’ equity is the cash and valuables that start the business and keep it running.   Owners’ equity is the treasury and the national trust of the United States.    Supposedly, this amount is a fixed or increasing sum that stabilizes the equation and cannot be loaned, borrowed from, or invested.  Investment is a liability; Prepaid services are a contra-asset.   Assets are the amounts of money and things amassed by the business mainly to keep the equation balanced and to utilize efficiently owners’ equity.   For people of the executive class, not the legislative or judicial, the equation must be in balance.   If the equation does not balance there might exist a data entry error or more commonly, someone is STEALING.    All the chief executive has to do every month is check if the equation is in balance and his staff is working efficiently.

In big businesses, like Microsoft, General Motors, United States Steel, and Oracle sometimes the chart of accounts becomes voluminous, overbearing, and complex, and when this happens, Kiting can occur,

Kiting is when a transaction is in the air and not credited (deducted) or debited (added) in a timely fashion.  The more charts (files) that exist in the chart of accounts, the greater the probability that money seemingly disappears because of the mathematical nature of the accounting equation, charts all influence each other directly or indirectly.   When the equation is not equal, there might exist a deficit due to the overwhelming number of accounts that become hard to keep track of.   For this reason, all accountants, eliminate unnecessary accounts whenever possible and when the equation does not balance the books are closed and an interim statement generated. The most common charts that lose money in accounting are petty cash (which in the US might be billions of dollars) and charitable deductions which are an expense or contra asset.     All accountants keep a deft eye on these two accounts and the shrewd the cunning and the nefarious create a multitude of these petty cash accounts so they can kite or ordain transfers that have no logical or sound basis.   The chief executive must see the equation in balance and check on these two accounts as often as they can or an executive might do something like gift an African nation with high-tech weaponry and expense the donation to the charity of foreign aid.   This is all the chief executive must know for he or she is too busy with politics and plans to have time to do anything else.  

Most accounting courses taught in college teach accrual accounting.  Accrual accounting gives the most accurate, up-to-date information on how a business is running.   Money accrues disappears, or changes form.    The main deficit of accrual accounting is because of its exactness, kiting, falsification of accounts, and dispersal might occur, and the remedy might not be so apparent.  The national debt is a product of accrual accounting.  

For big businesses, businesses that deal with a lot of money, cash-based accounting is the answer.  In cash basis accounting money never enters the chart of accounts unless an actual transfer of money exists.   Money does not disappear or change forms until it appears as money and is added to or subtracted from the chart of accounts.    There exist no receivables, prepaid items contra assets, or contra liabilities.   Cash basis accounting is gold on the hoof.   In cash basis accounting the chart of accounts is a lot smaller and easier to keep track of and there is no kiting, money is either transferred or it is not.   Bartering is hard in cash-based accounting because cash has a number associated with it and that number enters the accounting equation with each action.  The accounts do not have to be closed and a statement is generated.   It is either yes or no.   It is hard to sell your relatives into slavery with cash-based accounting because this action generates a number that is logged on a file.   Computer scientists know how hard it is to manipulate a log file in the configuration settings of a Linux or Windows system.  The main disadvantage of cash-based accounting is either you have the money to transfer or you don’t and there are no credits or partial allotments of resources.   As Jerry Maguire said, “Show me the money”’.    All big transfers in cash-based accounting show up on computerized banking systems so there is no fussing fuming or promising.   It is just there.  

Accounting texts are thick, voluminous, wordy, exact, and meticulous.  An accountant can spend a whole career learning the intricacies of the accrual system which is the most exact and timely mathematical representation of the health of a business.   This author thinks this essay is all an executive or master planner needs to know to run a large ship.   “You don’t have to be a mathematician or logician to run a company, but to know a certified accountant helps.”    Good luck to the brave and the earth belongs to the intrepid.

Tariff

A tariff is defined as a financial instrument imposed by a government as a tax to produce revenue for the economic engine.   Tariffs can be a fixed percentage, or variable, based on the rate or quota of the designated items.  Ostentatiously, a government levies a tariff to produce income for the GNP or reduce the traffic a foreign item generates in the economic cycle.   Politicians say a tariff protects intrinsic industries from foreign competition that monopolizes or undermines retail prices.  In Wikipedia, the authors declare that tariffs are overt protectionism and undermine free competition.  The result of a tariff summates as consumers pay more for their products and less is bought because they cannot be afforded.  Foreign countries simply add the tariff to the price of their commerce. 

We the people see a tariff as a thumb in a leaking dam that only delays the inevitable.  Why in the first place were the manufacture of goods outsourced to a country that pays low wages and has their citizens work in sweatshops?  Why in the name of ethos do we, an enlightened and chosen people let non-democratic foreign governments exploit their people so the twenty percent at home can harvest kickbacks and profit that normally and necessarily would never happen?  From a statistical point of view, the most efficient way to vote in a contest or game is to go with the money.   At least that is what the oddsmakers in Vegas tell me.   It always is the money. 

Where is the tariff money going? Does the government expense the money to the social security system? Does the government use the funds to replace aging infrastructure? The consumer eventually pays for the tariff because the added costs tack on to the retail price of the item in question, and this is poignant for citizens who are addicted to foreign electronics.  Does the tariff apply to subsidize local hard industries and businesses associated with national security?   We the people have a right to know what the government does.  

The myriad of container ships crossing the Pacific Ocean laden with goods and contraband make landfall in California.   The volume of traffic is impossible to police.   Is outsourcing merely a ploy of organized crime to bamboozle the authorities with volume like the British did to the Axis powers before they stole the enigma device?  Is outsourcing making foreign warlords incredibly wealthy and causing the employment of a tariff that mainly benefits old money and politicians?  Who pays the United States of America to police foreign waters so the decadent warlords can exploit their people in safety and avoid an overthrow or revolution?     Do all the trading partners pay the United States government for protection, so their heroin and illegal guns make landfall in a safe place?    We the people want a piece of the action and we want it deposited in the social security bank account.  

The twenty percent are well connected.   Most of them are related by marriage or money.  An inheritance tax is not a luxury tax.   Isn’t it more reasonable to tax second homes, second cars, boats, planes, and rocket ships and have a progressive income tax without a cap, so the rest of us can afford to live in peace in our own homes?     We want a flat tax so the twenty percent cannot annotate endless deductions.      A tariff may help our heavy industries but it is merely Hans Christian Anderson holding his thumb in the dike.   A tariff is not a panacea to our economic woes.  A tariff is merely a ploy by a politician seeking to bolster popular support from people who mostly do not have an education in economics or management.   Most people do not have an education in business administration, We the people deserve the right to know what is being done to us without stuttering or explanation.  No one wants their son or daughter to die in a war to save a decadent foreigner who does not believe in God. 

My grandfather said that if you are not part of the solution, you are part of the problems, so intrepid Americans with push must strive to right the multitude of wrongs that affect humanity.   And us mostly!

Make America first.