50 Million Barrels

What does that really mean?

There’s a RBDBE …*

Last week Joe Biden announced that he was going to release 50 million barrels of oil from America’s SPR (Strategic Petroleum Reserve) to help rein in gas and heating oil prices for Thanksgiving.

Joe, is that your I’ve got gas face, or I just made another boom-boom face?

YAY! —Joe’s actually doing something.

I went to work the next morning thinking that something didn’t make sense about the SPR release, but… Fortunately, I had ten hours of blissful bus driving to contemplate the ramifications of Joe’s wondrous deed.

One of the first things to cross my layperson’s mind was a question. With the price of oil skyrocketing, why would a president put our collective security (the USA) at risk by squandering the SPR? We need that oil for real emergencies, not those manufactured by Biden’s ineptitude.

Then, it occurred to me that the reason he did it was simple. It’s easy. It’s also meaningless. While 50 million barrels sounds like a lot of oil to you and me, those in-the-know, know that America burns through 50 million barrels every two days, give or take 12 hours depending on things like holidays or weather conditions. When I say those in-the-know, that should include the Biden administration but obviously doesn’t.

So 50 million barrels is meaningless, and the proof is there for all to see. What’s the price of gas today? Hmmm? Biden doesn’t care whether you pay $4 or $5 a gallon at the pump. The important thing for him is being able to say that he did something. Besides, when no one is looking, the Biden administration will just buy back that 50 million barrels and Bob’s-Your- Uncle.

I promised an RBDBE, and here it is. It’s something that I haven’t heard anyone report on, so I’ll do my best to throw it out there myself.

Today, under Biden’s dysfunctional economy, the price of oil is just over $83 a barrel. Back in the summer of 2020, during the Trump economic success story, the price of oil bottomed out at just over $12 a barrel. Folks, I’m not making this up. You can fact-check it for yourself if you need to, but if you drive a car or buy just about anything, you know it’s true.

Under President Trump, we purchased oil for $12 a barrel times 50 million barrels =

$600 Million

Under Joe Biden, we purchase oil for $83 a barrel times 50 million barrels =

$4.15 Billion

Millions to Billions: Biden’s 50 Million Barrel SPR release is meaningless from every angle except one, more inflation.

PS – At this point, we have to ask ourselves an increasingly vital question. Is the Biden administration entirely inept, or is it entirely adept—at being un-American?

*If this is your first time, RBDBE is a Random Bus Driver Brain Eruption.

Most of the Time

I have no idea

Most of the time, I have no idea what I’m going to write about until I sit down and write it. But today, I did. Does 52 million barrels ring a bell? Then, I turned on the TV and surprise-surprise, oil was no longer a headline.

The headline for today: there’s a new covid variant (omicron)* out there and Biden is starting the covid protocols all over again, beginning with travel bans. We’re just following the science I’m sure. Except, the scientists have already said travel bans don’t work once the virus is out. And guess what? Biden is more than a day late (more like two weeks) and more than a few common sense short.

Two points:

1 – While travel bans may work in the beginning when a virus or a variant is discovered, Biden’s travel ban is just like all other Biden plans, too little—too late. Unless it involves government spending, then, too little—too late, is an oxymoron.

2 – If we’re going to name variants using the Greek alphabet, then what happened to Xi? Oh, maybe China’s President Xi doesn’t like the coincidental spelling. You know, just like he didn’t like covid being called the Wuhan or Chinese virus.

Covid and its variants are going to be around in perpetuity. Why? Covid is the perfect excuse for government over-reach and excessive regulation. People are afraid of it. Ask yourself a question. Why don’t we have travel bans for Flu outbreaks? The Flu mutates more, it’s just as contagious (if not more), and it kills more.

Let’s face it folks. Until we change this government, Biden will continue on his path of failure because that’s all he’s good at—failing.

Do you remember the Carter Malaise back in the 70’s? That’s our future, and Joe is proudly leading the way with excessive government regulation, taxation, high fuel costs, and inflation. The cure for Jimmy Carter was Ronald W. Reagan. The cure for Joe Biden is Donald J. Trump.

*Omicron was discovered almost two weeks ago.

PS – 52 million barrels are coming to a post near you. But I’m rapidly running out of daylight, and this bus driver needs to drive a lawnmower.

What’s Going On…Whiskey Tango Foxtrot?

Transportation, Energy, looming Banking Crisis

Under President Donald J. Trump we didn’t have ships waiting to offload our holiday goods. If we did, Trump’s Transportation Secretary would fix the problem or be fired. Under President Donald J. Trump we didn’t have an energy crisis. If we did, Trump’s Energy Secretary would fix the problem or be fired. And under President Donald J. Trump we would never fear a future banking crisis because President Trump would never nominate a communist to be the new banking regulator.

Could the current president be any more inept? The country is in crisis and Biden’s transportation Secretary is nowhere to be found; Biden’s Energy Secretary thinks it’s funny that gas prices are going through the roof; and Saule Omarova, Joe Biden’s nominee for the Comptroller of the Currency said unequivocally that she wants small businesses to go bankrupt. Don’t believe me? Check it out for yourself.

It doesn’t happen often but I’m:

Biden’s Plan B, $1.7 Trillion

Infrastructure Bill

Today, I listened to Joe (LGB) Biden crow about his success with the house vote on his infrastructure bill. And in all fairness, because I believe in giving credit where credit is due, he sounded presidential for the entire—first half of the speech. That should not be taken as a statement of support. I’m simply providing a measure of quality concerning the speech itself. As for content, The White House production was a blatant lie. According to Joe, the bill won’t raise our taxes, cost us a penny, or cause inflation.  At this point, the speech rapidly deteriorated into what you’d expect, non-presidential babble about Trump, covid, and disjointed answers to staged questions.

Before writing this post I decided that I’d try to do a little fact-checking on the internet. I seem to remember that when President Trump conducted an interview or televised speech, the fact-checkers had the results posted within minutes, if not seconds. I figured the same would be true of LGB Biden. But that isn’t the case. Even with all the misleading innuendo and carefully chosen phrases, I knew Biden lied. Still, I couldn’t find any immediate fact-checking to corroborate or contradict the BS he was shoveling. HEY …

Random Bus Driver Brain Eruption (RBDBE):

I just noticed something awfully coincidental; LGB (let’s go Brandon) looks a lot like LGBT (lesbian, gay, bi, transgender) at a glance, and if you’re not careful, it reads the same way. Ummmmm……coincidence, irony, programming?

Anyway, back to the subject driving this post. When I did my fact-checking search, I was directed to The White House Live website. There, the speech was posted in its entirety. I noticed something right from the start that didn’t make sense to me. The video is one-hour, thirty minutes, and ten seconds long. I had just finished watching the speech live and it didn’t seem to last more than thirty minutes. I really didn’t want to hear Biden lie again, but curiosity got the best of me, so I clicked play.

Well, it turns out that the first forty-three minutes of Joe’s address is a blue screen with a note saying We Will Begin Shortly. The actual speech lasted about thirty-two minutes which is close enough for government work not to conflict with my original estimate. Followed by another fifteen minutes of blue screen thanking me for joining Biden as he spoke about the passage of the bipartisan infrastructure bill.

My takeaway?

Out of more than ninety minutes of speech time, one full hour was blue-screen. A blessing in disguise—because it means less lies…….Did I just do that? Yes, I did.

But I also think there’s a more important message. After forty-five minutes of preparation, Joe Biden can only last about thirty minutes in front of a camera. It’s a sad state of affairs that the left created and Joe is the living proof. Imagine if you gave President Trump an hour-and-a-half to speak.

We don’t just want President Donald J. Trump in 2024, we need him.

Now, this is what I call a congressional Posse for 2022 (or 2024).

Conservative futures.

Freedom is Being Bullied

Will Anyone Pick Up the Fight?

Talking about the things you learn in public school: ask yourself a question that has immense ramifications for the future. With all the woke political correctness going on, who’s going to fight for freedom twenty years from now? It certainly isn’t going to be the children of today? They’ve been taught by the public school system that capitalism is bad. CRT is good. And worst of all, they’ve been programmed not to fight back when bullied.

For God’s sake, most kids don’t even know how to fight. Children are being suspended for merely pointing finger guns at each other. Imagine what would happen if they actually loaded those finger guns with say, rubber bands (like we did when I was a kid) and fired their weapons.

Today, what do you do if you’re a kid being bullied in school? Your only option is telling the teacher, otherwise, you could get in trouble too. There used to be a stigma attached to being a snitch, not anymore. It’s an insidious part of the crucial preprogramming of society that must be completed in preparation for communist rule. Don’t question authority, be a part of it, snitch. And never, ever, think for yourself.

When I was a kid in grade school, I had a different set of options available to me with regard to bullies. First, I could just take it, over and over again. Or, I could match verbal slur with verbal slur, shove for shove, and punch for punch. Or, when confronted for the first time, I could look that big bully straight in the eye, ball my fists, and make him pay for his mistake. You see, it just so happened that the night before, I was the proud recipient of a butt-whipping (leather and buckles were not spared). What did I do wrong? I said SHIT in front of my father. What was the bully’s mistake? Extremely poor timing.

The one thing I never even contemplated was telling a teacher. If I had, I’d be dubbed a Tattle-Tail for all eternity.

Suffice it to say, I was bullied exactly once in elementary school, exactly once in middle school, and exactly once in high school. If you put away your wokeness and consider all the options outlined in this post for a kid being bullied; which one do you think works best?

Epilogue:

– I was always small for my age which explains the bullying.

 – In elementary school, I was paddled for fighting because I got caught defending myself—and enjoying it a little too much.

 – I learned my lesson. I didn’t get caught in middle or high school.

 – One day my lock jammed and I couldn’t lock my school locker. I brought the lock home, oiled it, and forgot to bring it back for a week. Nothing walked away.

 – My bike stayed at school all day, every day. I had a lock—I just never bothered to use it.

-I’m not a bad-ass, just a bad victim.

-Peace through strength … it works (if you learn how). Just ask Trump.

I Hate to Say I Told You So …

The bald-faced truth hidden behind the title.

Prelude to the post:

In order to establish my credibility, expertise, and truth detecting abilities regarding the following post, let me reiterate, I’m a bus driver. People, whose daily existence depends solely on their innate ability to deceive, lie to me every day in a vain attempt to avoid paying their fare share. We call them passengers.

Now for the post:

Everybody always says it: I hate to tell you that I told you so but— and then they go on telling you. Of course, it’s a blatant lie. If they hated to tell you something, they wouldn’t, and that would be the end it. That said. I’m here to break with tradition and pretense; I’m going to publicly relish and admire my prescient abilities by proclaiming

I Love to Say I Told You So.

Check out my post The Tail is Wagging the Dog. It’s a little long but it has a big picture that takes up a lot of space. It’s one of my more important posts given the situation our military leadership is in today. And make no mistake; it is our military, not the leadership’s. This is an excerpt to whet your appetite.

General Milley-mouse is the Chairman JCOS and as such, is the man, the last man in the military hierarchy with the responsibility to put himself between danger and the American people. Somewhere along his career path, he forgot that he’s a soldier and became a politician. When President Biden ordered a full-scale retreat from Afghanistan prior to securing the safety of our American citizens and allies, Gen. Mouse had a duty to say NO.  I will not give that order. At that moment, while not risking life or limb, Gen. Milley would have become a national hero. But because his career is more important to him than his duty, he became what he is today.

So here’s the I Told You So part. According to published reports, and this includes some liberal-leaning publications, General (Milley) Mouse found it necessary to contact his counterpart in China and discuss a preemptive (against the US), cowardly, and treasonous act. Imagine the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff warning the enemy before an attack. It’s difficult for me to contemplate. Besides—where would Gen. Milley-Mouse, a pusillanimous backstabber, ever find the intestinal fortitude to do something so egregious?

The answer is. He doesn’t need intestinal fortitude because he doesn’t think warning the enemy of an attack is egregious; it’s smart politics (at least he thinks so). He sees himself as a politician, not a soldier and that’s why he did what he did while serving President Trump. Could you imagine what would happen if he made that call while serving Presidents Obama or Biden? Or wait … wait for it … waittt … I’m having a prescient moment.

Maybe—just maybe, he is serving Obama/Biden.

PS – check these out.

Trump about Milley

Beauty and Brains (never commingled on CNN or MSNBC)

Milley faces growing calls to resign over call with China – Bing video

I’ll Say What You Can’t

(if you’re in the military)

If you serve in any branch of the military, no matter your rank, you are expected never to speak out publically in opposition of your commanding officers or your commander in chief. If you do you suffer the consequences as did Lt. Col. Stuart Scheller. While to those outside the military, this might seem wrong and counterproductive, it is necessary. The point of such a rule is this. Only those who lead have all the facts, the big picture. And just because an order may seem wrong, it isn’t necessarily wrong, therefore orders must be followed, not questioned. It’s the only way a well-functioning military works.

Orders given—orders followed. There is trust on both sides of the equation. Leaders trust that their orders will be followed and those who are ordered trust that their leaders are doing what is right and just. Under normal circumstances and with competent leadership, the system works as it should. But there is an exception to this rule and there is only one solution: albeit a drastic one. If an order is so blatantly wrong that it can’t be obeyed, a soldier has a responsibility to his or her God, country, and fellow soldiers to disobey. But the cost is high, as it should be. It literally means losing everything.

You can see samples of this over and over in Hollywood productions both movies and TV where a junior officer refuses to carry out an order that a commanding officer issues. Usually, the commander has a personal agenda that doesn’t include the best interests of their country. Other times the leaders in charge are just bungling (woke) fools who are a disgrace to the uniform they don. But when push comes to shove and the cataclysmic end is near there’s always that lone soldier who stops the excrement from rolling any further down the hill, stands on principle and risking it all, disobeys an order. That’s the moment he or she becomes a true hero. In Hollywood it’s just a script, in the US armed forces, it means the end of your career.

Lt. Col Stuart Scheller had enough. There wasn’t one bad order or one bad commanding officer in Washington, the Afghanistan retreat is a hornet’s nest full of both. The list must be a mile long and at the top is Joe (the buck stops with me if I can’t find a way to blame Trump) Biden. Next comes Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff Gen. Mark Milley (mouse), then there’s the rest of the JCOS who have been conspicuously silent. Amongst all these decorated commanders, we have to go down the chain of command to Lt. Col. Stuart Scheller to find a man willing to risk it all.

That’s true heroism. But hell, what do I know, I’m just a bus driver.

For more perspective regarding the subject of me saying what those in the military can’t, please reference my previous posts The Tail is Wagging the Dog, where you’ll hear more about Gen. Milley (mouse) and also Shoes Before Socks, where some of the weak links in the chain are exposed.

PS – If by chance you are an active soldier and you like what you read, please do NOT share or retweet this content. You’ll probably get in trouble. But if you’re retired military and you like this stuff, feel free to spread the word.

Romney Crawls Out

I’m home from work sick with the flu today and I heard on the radio that Mitt Romney held a press conference. I had no idea what it was about but my first inclination was to wonder why he crawled out from under his rock in the first place. Look, I know from my last post some people might think that I’m a Trump supporter. So, I’m going on record right now. The only way I would vote for Trump is if his opposition is Hillary, Bernie, or Mitt. But that’s for another post.

So, where does Romney get the idea to go on national television and trash Trump? I’ll tell you where. It’s the Republican Establishment that gave us Mitch McConnell, John “Cry Baby” Boehner, and yes, even Paul Ryan. And no, I’m not going to sugarcoat it, these guys are liars. They, and every single career politician like them, will say and do whatever they think they need to in order to stay in power. Forget what’s right or good for the country.

That said. No matter what Mitt does or says, now or in the future, will ever erase the image in my mind of that man at the end of the third debate. He was the last to speak and Barrack Hussein Obama could not respond. The camera was close in, the presidency on the line and millions of voters were waiting to hear him say, “And if I were President, Benghazi would never have happened. Furthermore, if you elect me President, those guilty and the countries that support them, will be held to account.”

He said nothing.

This is the man who now stands and criticizes Donald Trump on national TV. Romney, a man who quite literally looked America in the eye, squatted, and took a huge fly-circling, steamy-stinky shit on all his supporters, the office of the President, and the United States of America. It wasn’t just a mistake; it was a colossal exhibition of ineptitude.

By the way, didn’t Trump endorse Romney when Romney ran for President? I wonder what Mitt was saying about Donald back then (just four years ago). Liar, liar!

Mitt, I have two words of advice for you. First, please do us all a favor and crawl back under that rock you were hiding under and don’t ever come out again. Second, most of us, Liberal, Independent, and Conservative, consider our pets as part of the family. Family rides in the car, not on top of it.

 

Trump and Bush, Pot and Kettle – 2

So why does Jeb Bush reek of hypocrisy when he accuses Mr. Trump of using eminent domain for his own benefit? Here it is. But first, I need to set another scene for you and I’ll do it by telling you something you probably already know. Two of the largest industries in Florida are tourism and citrus. Today we’re going to talk about the citrus industry and the very special way they have of pissing people off—thanks to Jeb. I’ll leave my opinion on tourists for a future post.

Okay, setting the scene down and dirty without a lot of poetic waxing. Big citrus was a big donor to Jeb Bush and his gubernatorial career. Yet during his first term he didn’t do too badly when it came to giving in to the special interest groups interested in him. It was one of the reasons I voted for him twice. However, with nothing to lose after being reelected, Jeb used his second term to pay back those he owed and he owed Big Citrus, big time.

Big Citrus had a big problem in Florida and it had to do with competition. Florida has the perfect agricultural environment for growing citrus trees, in particular, juicing citrus trees. Florida citrus isn’t the best for eating but it’s great for juicing. That’s why Florida has so many huge and lush citrus groves; each and every one of them full of juice. And all those groves are owned by Big Citrus. At first glance, competition doesn’t seem like much of a problem right? Well it is, or maybe I should say, it was.

Part of the problem Big Citrus had was that the same soil conditions and environment that made their groves so productive, also made privately owned trees in backyards across the state, very productive. Personally, I had an orange tree, a grapefruit tree, and a key lime tree. All three were mature and fruit producing. By the way, the fruit was absolutely the best juicing fruit ever . . . period . . . bar none.

I always had fresh squeezed orange and/or grapefruit juice whenever I wanted. The fruit juicer was a fixture on my kitchen counter. Two grapefruit cut in half made a full glass of juice, three oranges cut in half did the same. It was the best juice ever and I had more of it than my family could drink.

Now, for the conflict of interest:

If you’re in the business of selling OJ to the masses, there is only so much money that you can ask for a glass of juice. Let’s keep the math simple and say that the most you can sell a glass of OJ for is $1.00. After that, the demand starts to decrease and it doesn’t matter if you sell that juice in Illinois or Oklahoma, you still only get a dollar. From that dollar you have to deduct all your costs of which shipping and storage is a big part. Add in everything else that it takes to get a glass of OJ to Chicago or Tulsa and you have a lot less profit than if you sold that same glass of OJ in say, Fort Lauderdale or Orlando.

As for me and a lot of people like me, Big Citrus never sold us anything because we had plenty of our own. Yet pound for pound, or more accurately fluid once for fluid once, Floridians represented the most lucrative citrus market of all. Shipping and storage cost were all but nothing. However, private tree owners like me weren’t buying juice. If anything, we were selling it or worse yet, giving it away. Big Citrus had a big problem but what could they possibly do? Step in Jeb and his government authorized tree stealing company, Asplundh.

The Asplundh tree removal service arrived at my door three separate times. The first time I answered the door wearing my sidearm. The crew leader and his cohorts didn’t look overly impressed with the gesture, probably because it wasn’t the first time it happened. But they got the message and turned back, got into their trucks, and drove away. Here’s an interesting fun fact. Have you ever seen an Asplundh truck? They’re orange! The irony was cruel. In all honesty, it didn’t go quite as smoothly as the Reader’s Digest version might imply, but at the end of the day, I made sure that my poor trees would live to see another sunrise.

A week or so later I received a letter explaining how illegal it was to hinder a government contractor in the process of executing its contractual duties. About a week after that they arrived again. This time I answered the door with my sidearm drawn, but pointing down. I didn’t have to say a word. The orange trucks left. Two days later, the orange trucks were back but this time there was another vehicle leading the way, a BSO (Broward Sheriff’s Office) cruiser. They stopped in front of my house and the Sheriff got out; the tree thieves stayed in their orange trucks.

At the time I was living in Broward County hence the BSO officer walking up to my front door. I knew he was there, I knew the tree thieves were there, but I waited until he knocked and announced himself before I answered the door. I used the time to decide whether or not to arm myself. I wisely decided not to. The officer and I had a long discussion and to his credit, he was very polite, sympathetic, and maybe even empathetic, but the law is the law, and Jeb Bush’s debt to Big Citrus was going to be paid off in part, with my trees.

By now you’re probably wondering how Jeb Bush was able to justify coming into my backyard and stealing $15,000.00 worth of citrus trees. Furthermore, he did it with the BSO’s blessing. Hell, I couldn’t even call the police to report a robbery; the police were already assisting in the crime. There had to be a perfectly logical reason for this travesty of justice, something for the greater good, something justifiable, something other than . . . politics.

Well, there was. It’s called Citrus Canker. Big Citrus and therefore, Jeb Bush, said that in order to protect the commercial groves from canker, they had to eradicate the infected trees in the surrounding area. So they drew circles on a map and said any trees that were infected within those circles had to be removed. Why circles and not squares or triangles? Beats-the-shit-out-of-me. Following their logic, any shape would have worked.

After drawing their circles and settling on a pattern, it was time to send out the inspectors. Sure enough, all the trees growing within these circles were found to be sick and had to be destroyed. Also birds, bugs, and other tree dwelling species could pick up the canker and spread it, so just to be safe they had to draw more circles. Then, just to be sure they didn’t miss anything; they drew more circles around those. It was like giant sunflowers were springing up all over the map of Florida and these horrific flowers had only one purpose, to devour every privately owned citrus tree they could find.

If even just one sick tree was found in a circle, all the trees in that circle had to be removed. And then they would draw more circles around that to continue the process. I guess things weren’t going fast enough for Big Citrus so they started drawing circles in areas where no canker was found. Regardless of whether a tree was sick or not, if it was within two circles of a sick tree, it was removed. How big was a circle? It was as big as it had to be in order to contain an infected tree. The circles got bigger and more numerous by the day. I’ll bet that there was an official state certified Office of Circle Drawing in charge of the process, because Jeb was determined to pay back his debt as soon as possible. Technically, that’s an honorable personality trait to have, except when through eminent domain, you steal other people’s property to do it.

It took a few years but eventually, the privately owned trees were gone. My trees were not sick, nor were they lucky. In the end, there was nothing I could do to save them. A circle was drawn and they had to go. It was a sad day. I never tasted fruit juice like that again, and I probably never will. But that isn’t even the worst part. The worst part was the slap in the face Jeb gave me after he stole my trees. My payment for $15,000.00 worth of fruit trees was a Wal-Mart gift card for $100.00 which came with a stipulation; it could not be used to buy another citrus tree.

The story goes on and there is more to tell. Like the fact that most of the people who could afford to defend their trees in court were successful. In fact, if you did sue, the state would usually back off, but you had to have the money to go forward with a real legal challenge. Why did the state back down? Because a lot of these challenges were bring hidden truths to light like the fact that the source of the canker was the groves and not the surrounding privately owned trees. And the fact that canker does absolutely nothing to harm the tree or the fruit, it’s simply cosmetic and the juice is fine. I ask you, when if ever, have you taken a look at the orange that went into your Tropicana? If you did, I’ll bet it still has some black spots on it. That’s the citrus canker.

The bottom line for us average Joes and Josephines was simple. We got a big FU from Brother Jeb, and $100.00 Wal-Mart gift card for taking it with a smile. Oh, and in case you were wondering, that wasn’t one gift card per tree, it was one card per property containing trees. Add to that a life-long tariff of having to pay retail premiums for over processed Shit Orange Juice and you have a pretty good reason not to vote for Jeb.

Just between me and you, sometimes I wish I never owned those trees; you can’t miss what you never knew. So take it from someone who really knows, and still remembers, store bought OJ or grapefruit juice really is shit. You might as well save your money and drink Tang. I do.

Go get’em Trump . . . and FU-Jeb!

 

Trump and Bush, Pot and Kettle – 1

Normally, I don’t bring political discussion to this blog unless it has something to do with writing. But I have a few pet peeves and this one has finally made it to the forefront, so I’ve decided that it’s time to talk about it. By the way, here’s my disclaimer. Yes, I’m a contemporary fiction writer and no, the things I’m going to tell you are not imaginary. It really happened.

First, let me set the scene. Apparently, a few nights ago the New Hampshire Republican Primary Debate took place. I don’t know if it was broadcasted nationally and quite frankly, it doesn’t matter to me. All I can tell you is—if I could have watched it, I wouldn’t have. I live in Florida, not New Hampshire. It’s why I wasn’t interested enough to find out if the debate was televised and it’s why I am eminently qualified to write this post.

The candidates are currently using the divide and conquer strategy, which means they pair off and rather than attack the democrats as a cohesive group, they attack each other. Good for the democrats, I suppose. Anyway, one of the most talked about and heated exchanges happened between Donald Trump and Jeb Bush and it had to do with the subject of eminent domain. If you are a reader of my blog then I know by definition that you are intelligent and understand completely the concept of eminent domain. But for those of you who are new and haven’t begun to absorb the brilliance of L. Davyd Pollack (through osmosis), eminent domain is where the government can come and take your stuff. It doesn’t matter what it is or how much it’s worth. They take it from you and they pay you what they want. It’s never a fair price and the average Joe or Josephine losses big time. Furthermore, even if you have connections with the government, the price is never fair, of course in this situation, the government pays too much and the tax payer (Joe and Josephine) gets hosed, again.

Okay, back to Trump and Bush. During the debate the back-and-forth escalated and both candidates were talking over each other to the point where Trump shushed Bush. Members of the audience could be heard groaning in response to the shushing to which Trump responded. He did it by calling out the few noise makers as part of the donor class and he was right. I’m here to tell you that Trump is hitting the nail on the head.

While Trump may have used eminent domain when he was a businessman, not a candidate for political office, Jeb used it when he served as Governor. And he did it in order to pay back a debt to one of his biggest political donors. In the spirit of full discloser, I voted for Jeb twice and . . . hindsight is 20/20. I would never vote for him again, for anything . . . ever!

The reason? It’s a bit long and somewhat convolute which is why I’ve broken it up into two posts. I will do my best not to bore you with the follow up. And Mr. Trump, if by any chance you have someone on your staff looking for a heads up from a very small voice hidden amongst the masses on the internet, I have something you may want to explore. In Jeb’s case it reeks of hypocrisy (the pot calling the kettle black). He accused you of using eminent domain in an attempt to acquire the property of an elderly woman. Well, in Jeb’s case there was no attempt, he actually has confiscated private property all over the state of Florida and here’s the kicker, it wasn’t real estate. Furthermore, some of that property belonged to me and there is no doubt in my mind that some of that property also belonged to elderly women.

The down and dirty is in Trump and Bush, Pot and Kettle – 2