The Right-Wing Libertarian Rants

I am a die-hard Constitutionalist and a retired Marine Sergeant. This blog is about MY opinion which, though I always attempt to gather the facts before I shoot my mouth off, will quite probably contain gut reactions to situations before said facts can be attained. Deal with it.

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08 March 2006

Quote To Remember...

The meek shall inherit the earth, but they'll never fucking make it through a four-way stop.

The Almighty Mattski

The Electronic Wall

Whatever happened to customer service? You know, not the old axiom "the customer is always right," because they frequently aren't, but a simple "May I help you?" instead of the prevailing attitude of "Go away, I'm working here." A prime example of how insipidly tolerant we've become is the telephone answering system, or as I often refer to it: The Electronic Wall.

If the DDR had phone systems like this back during the Cold War, it would have proven a more effective wall than that in Berlin. This little electronic box has proven more reliable in keeping people out of a business than anything else out there. Case in point:

I went online today to buy a steamer for work so we could iron out the wrinkles in a photographic backdrop for a photo shoot we're doing Friday. I finally found one at Sears, for a very reasonable price, but I wanted to call the store and see whether they had any in stock before I committed to buying one, mainly because we need it now, not next week when one likely would have shipped. It took me eight phone calls and over THIRTY MINUTES to get that question answered. I had to go through the operator three times because I had no idea which department I even needed to contact. Even when I did get through to a department, never mind whether or not it was the correct one, no one ever picked up! And if that wasn't bad enough, when no one picked up, the system kicked you back to the very beginning, so I had to sit through the whole "Dial one for store hours, dial two for..."

When I did finally get through to the correct department (housewares, not small appliances), and someone did finally pick up the verschlügener phone, they were so irritatingly indignant, as if I was interrupting them! The mental capacity of said "customer service" (there's a misnomer, if ever I heard one) representative can best be described as vapid, as every third word out of her mouth was either "uh" or "um."

To say that I was about ready to rip someone's arm off and beat them to death with it would be an understatement. I was absolutely seething by the time I got the item purchased and drove to Sears to pick it up. The only saving grace was that once I actually got there, I wasn't in the lobby two minutes before someone had walked out to hand me the steamer; that part of customer service they have down, pat.

When I openly yearn for "the good old days," like the 1950's, I have to remind the numbnutted morons who say stupid shit like "you want to go back to segregated bathrooms and water fountains?" that what I'm actually talking about is a day when government of all levels took a grand total of less than 13% of our pay in taxes and businesses knew and appreciated it when you visited them. They knew you could go somewhere else, and they bent over backwards to let you know they genuinely appreciated your patronage. Not so today. Like I said earlier, employees behave more like they're being interrupted instead of doing their jobs. Well, gee; if I'm that much of a hinderance to your day, I'll just go elsewhere. Then, when your boss asks me why I left, you can go flip burgers for a living, provided you can display at least a minimum competency at even that.

Don't get me wrong; I'm not asking employees to kiss my ass, but it would be nice every now and then if they would so much as acknowledge it.

Semper Fi
The Almighty Mattski

07 March 2006

Now HERE's Someone Who Can Express The Reality Of The Situation

For those of you, especially on the Left, who think that maybe wading into Iraq wasn't such a hot idea and that maybe we should beat-feet outta there, I highly recommend checking out this post by Orson Scott Card, the famed science fiction writer. In it, he defines in no uncertain terms precisely why the US needs to stay in Iraq until the job is finished. In my wildest and most lucid dreams, I could not possibly put it better.

Once you finish reading that, you probably want to bookmark his site, the Ornery American. HIGHLY recommended reading!

Semper Fi,
The Almighty Mattski

Utterly Disgusted

For the first time in my life, I'm seriously considering not voting in an election.

Local elections are being held today for an "At Large" city commissioner's seat. The two (and only two) candidates are both decidedly less than stellar. One is an environmentalist who reaks of Socialism, and the other is a Republican whose avowed purpose in life is to get Gainesville the most stringent zoning laws in the country. In other words, I have no one to vote for, and two excellent choices to vote against.

So, what does one do? How do you vote when there's no good choice? I mean, sure, the 2004 election did a good job of establishing the criteria (not that 2000 was that much better), but depending on which side of the aisle one sat, there was a pretty good choice of who you wanted to vote against (I don't think I've voted for a candidate since I friggin' started voting).

In this day and age of consistently crappy candidates, we need to take a lesson from the old Soviet Union, for despite their many shortcomings, they did get one thing right: their voting ballots.

Okay, get past the whole "Party" thing and the fact that the Soviets only had one Party to choose from; for all intents and purposes so do we. It doesn't make that much of a difference these days -- you've got a choice between right-wing socialists and left-wing socialists, what with the way the Republican-run Congress has been spending. And don't give me that "There's A War On" crap, either; this Congress has been spending our money like three hundred-fifty Ted Kennedys on a bender, and for all sorts of non-military related fiscal ridiculousness like the Highway Bill, which had at its core some $35-billion worth of butt-kissing earmarks.

What I'm talking about is the oft touted but never realized option to select none of the above. The Soviets had that. They had two days to vote, both of which were holidays (which I'm not in favor of -- business has to get done) and they usually had only one name on the ballot, BUT they also had a block that simply said "No." Even if they had two or more names to select from, all good, loyal Communists, they still had the right to exercise the "No" option.

And it happend quite a bit. If a candidate did not recieve a majority of the vote, they didn't take office. Even if there was only one name on the ballot, if that candidate received 49.999999999% of the vote and the "No's" received 50.00000001%, that candidate was out on his ear and a second election was held a month later.

I guess because the hardy citizens of the old CCCP had so little say in their lives that they took every opportunity to say something. Voter turnout was typically 98.5%. All the time. Ours is what, 30-40%? On Presidential elections. In local elections... well, we'll be lucky to break 10% today.

Which brings me back to my original point. What choice is there when there's no choice? In the past, I've always been able to hold my nose and vote for one candidate/against an opposing candidate, but no matter who I vote for in this election, I lose. I'll either end up paying more in taxes for inane spending to coddle irresponsible behavior, or I'll be forced to bow more to an already full-of-itself city whose idea of liberty is to do what they tell you, property rights be damned.

So until I have a "No" option to vote FOR, both parties will simply continue to run losers that represent their parties but will never, ever represent the people that get to call themselves their constituents. In other words, I'll continue to lose; we all will.

Semper Fi,
The Almighty Mattski

Sorry

Okay, to all of you who have been eagerly awaiting additional installments of the Great Excursion, you're in for a severe disappointment.

In case you weren't aware of it, I returned with a very severe case of bronchitis. In fact, I spent my first night back in the States in the ER. It was my first ever bout with bronchitis, so of course it would be severe. Never let it be said that The Almighty Mattski ever did anything halfway...

I basically spent January and a healthy chunk of February recovering. I do still have my notes, but I also have a skid of other much more important things to do which shall, for the moment, preclude me doing any more writing about The Great Excursion. For that, I do sincerely apologize. I promise that I shall get around to it eventually, maybe even submitting it for publication somewhere, and if you're really that interested, you're welcome to email me and I'll send the long, sordid details to you directly if you wish. How's that for service?

Semper Fi,
The Almighty Mattski