July 26th, 2011

#2833: Do I have any links today?

Not really.

Well, this, headlined "Conservatives bridle at trillions in 'phony' cuts". The scare quotes are theirs.

...the cuts are all phony. Every last one of 'em is statistical fiddling.

See: right now our economy is expanding at the staggering rate of about 1.2%. But if the government stops spending all that borrowed money--if it actually begins spending only the money it receives from taxes--GDP will drop.

How much would it fall? 12% of the present total is the minimum figure, but it could fall by as much as 35%. That would hurt, a lot. (Ask Greece how they're doing.)

Government spending is part of GDP, you see. There is no "multiplier effect"--a dollar taken by government is gone from the economy, so when government spends that dollar it merely returns it to the economy--but even so there is a vast economic apparatus designed to extract dollars from government by providing it with goods and services. If the government cuts spending, the companies and corporations which are part of that apparatus are going to have to lay people off.

So you see, the GOP knows they don't dare cut spending any more than the Democrats want to-- and the Democrats don't want to cut spending at all. If the GOP makes actual real cuts to spending, even if it's only returned to 2008 levels, it's going to wreak economic chaos.

But you know, we gave the GOP control of Congress specifically because we know that government spending is in a runaway condition. It's got to be stopped. And the GOP was the only party in town that was campaigning on a platform of fiscal responsibility.

People like me said, "You get one more chance, GOP!" And they're blowing it. I had hoped that it would not be the case, but expected it would be, because in reality the GOP has no more interest in fiscal responsibility than the Democrats do. The only difference is one of degree: the Republicans want heavily-regulated capitalism; the Democrats want socialism.

The party that was started in the opening years of the 20th century, with the Constitutional amendment allowing the income tax, is going to end fairly soon. We've got a couple of choices: we can all leave and go home in an orderly fashion--though it sucks--or we can keep on partying until the cops show up with the paddy wagon and haul us all off to jail.

The ruling class has decided it's going to wait for the paddy wagon.

* * *

Last night was cool enough that I made mexican lasagna again. I set the thermostat at 85° and started cooking; this time I added a layer of spanish rice to it; and it's pretty fair dinkum. The spanish rice had been in the cupboard for a while, so it has a bit of a stale flavor to it, but that's not really a big deal since there's a lot going on in this dish anyway.

After midnight I opened up the bunker and ventilated with outside air; it was finally cool enough that the humidity wasn't a problem. (The indoor temp was 81° before I did that.) After about half an hour it was much cooler in my bedroom; it was nice to be so cool that I needed to cover up completely with the blanket, and not be paying through the nose for the privelege.

But about 10 AM I closed up, because it was starting to get warm, and set the thermostat to 79° just to get the AC to dehumidify the place. Now it's comfortable in here and I'll be setting the thermostat one degree higher.

It's not much cooler inside than out, but the humidity is significantly lower, which makes all the difference.

* * *

I've got to go to the bank and cut the grass today; so I'd better get cracking, I guess.

#2834: Glazing!

That's what I get to do tomorrow! I get to replace a window!

Fortunately it's a small one.

How it happened was this way:

I had a bunch of stuff to do this afternoon, as previously noted. I went to the bank; and before leaving for the bank I thought, Write out that letter of direction for [other bank] so I can get my money from them, and take it with, so I can get it notarized! So I sat back at the computer and brought it out of power save, and wrote a simple letter, and printed it; then left for the bank after putting everything back to sleep.

The bank took longer than I'd hoped, but not really longer than expected, because I was doing so many things. Everything was completed satisfactorily, so I came home and set out to cut the grass; it was 4:30.

The grass took about as much time as it normally does. By the time I'd finished and put everything away, it was 5:15.

I sat down and read the relevant Bible passages and the lesson in the book, and gave thought to the exercises, but didn't write anything down in my journal (bad me). You're supposed to do one exercise per day, but I haven't been doing that, mainly because I'm stupid and I procrastinate too much.

Anyway so I go and take a shower, eat dinner, get ready to go; get out on the front porch and close the door behind me--

Keys?

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU--

But it's ten of seven and I can just walk there in that time; it's not that far and I can drive it in about eighty seconds at the speed limit. Ten minutes on foot? No problem. I arrived, in fact, a couple of minutes early.

Good session; and afterwards I had three people offer to give me a lift.

So I got a ride over to my aunt and uncle's place, thinking, WTF, I'll borrow their key and return it tomorrow.

"We don't have it!" My uncle told me. "Your sister has it."

...the one in Louisiana, who has utterly no use whatsoever for that key 99% of the time, has it.

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU--

Try the usual things here at the bunker which used to work to get in, but remember we've got almost all new windows vintage circa 2008; and my old emergency entrance has been fixed.

No key, no entry. This is fine most of the time.

Faced with that, I had a look at the front door. The windows need new glazing, so I pull out my pen and start chipping away at the hardened and dried putty.

The guy who gave me a ride, by the way, is one of the village trustees; I wasn't worried about cops. Even if one came by and saw this activity, the trustee could say, "It's all right, he's with me."

Heh. Connections.

I realized that I needed something sturdier than a plastic ballpoint pen and a credit card; he left and came back with tools. After spending about 5-10 minutes trying to dig out all the dried putty and glazing compound, I made a nice fisheye crack in the glass.

"Might as well go this route, if you want," he said, proffering a rubber mallet.

Broke the window in, unlocked the door, got in. *sigh*

So tomorrow I get to go buy some glass, and some glazing compound, and replace the window I had to break.

AND a new spare key for my uncle to hang onto. *sigh*