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Sunday, July 4, 2010

Capitalism Ponderings
 
Atlas Shrugged is one of my favorite books.
I guess I relate to it because I have been and currently am a producer who is taxed to support non producers and the number of non producers keep growing and so do my taxes to support them.
Thus I work even harder for less. I kind of resent that.

I am capitalistic in a way that I believe that if I work harder I do deserve more than those who work less hard or who's work is less valued in society. Currently my work is not that valued in society so I will let that speak for itself. I guess I enjoy the premise that there are opportunities to excell and be better compensated for it if society finds it a value.
This instills motivation in people like me... to learn and improve through hard work to greater rewards.

On the other hand I do believe that all work and workers are important but not necessarily equally. I see society like an anthill, ants being "social" insects. The queen is the most important... with out her the hill will die... yet with out the workers the queen will starve but with out the queen the workers would not even exist.
That is what makes the queen the most important.

I see businesses as the queen in human economic society and philosophers, intellectuals and artists as the moral guidance to balance the actions of business.
They each have a important role.
I am on the business side of things not that I do not have a moral concience... I just feel that economically if not for the business the other activities could not take place.

No businesses... no employment... no taxes... no help for all the other members of the anthill that depend on these very things to perform their important roles.

Because I do have some liberal views, I often encounter the anti business perspective from some I associate with. Often it seems a bit extreme to me as I am certain multi million dollar salaries for CEO's seems to them.

It's just that to me they are biting the hand that feeds them. They are tending to their and their families basic necessities by being employed by a business. In woriking for the business they then often feel that they deserve to be as well compensated for thier work as the business owners or leaders. This puzzles me. Let me tell you why.

Like many business owners, big and small, I put my whole economic well being on the line when I started my business. I mortgaged my home, cashed in savings bonds, CD's, my retirement account and borrowed money to get started. A lot of the mega corporations today had a founder who did the same type of thing.

If I fail Il lose everything. My work...my choice.
If I succeed after incurring this risk and working 7 days a week 10-14 hours a day... one day I might get a million dollar bonus.
Many in my circle say that is not FAIR.
I employ people and I have heard some of them say that they should make the same amount of money as me.

I do not take offense and simply remind them that although one day I could see some significant rewards for my investment of time, effort and security that I still drive an old Ford and live in a thousand square foot cabin.

I encourage them to do the same as me and put all they own on the line and employ people.
They generally just politely grumble that they are not willing to put everything they have on the line to increase their personal economy and would rather leave all of the headaches to someone else and go drink beer down at the river after their 8 hour shift instead of staying late and doing spread sheets.

They are siimply different members of the hill and I do not disrespect them for it and value the tasks they perform for compensation at a level appropriate for their contribution
Actually I pay my employees $20.00 per hour which is above the going rate for similiar employment. I find that builds loyalty and a sense of how I value them more than some other small employer would.

But still... some of them grumble at times...a microcasm of society with in my little business. They do not see the expenses. They are ignorant not only to the additional cost of their employment incurred by me through workers compensation insurance, unemployment insurance, matching Social Security payments and other tax levys by the State and Federal Government... and they did not risk their home to start a business which employs others.

In the novel of Atlas Shrugged people like me got tired of supporting the non productive, todays being able bodied workers who rather collect a government check funded by me or those who think that all work, education and effort is equally valuable, than be productive themselves. They went off to basically start a new world where effort equaled reward.

I kind of like that.
Doctors, Scientists, some artists and the like get paid more because it takes more effort to be a master of these things.
I agree with that...I mean does one really think that a one hit musical wonder deserves as much as a Aerosmith... a Tortilla Salesman the same as a Surgeon? If so I am asking for equal pay despite not having the expenditures, effort and education of a surgeon.
Because I am human and I am valuable.
4:11 pm pdt 

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Snacks Required


As a Mountain Man I recently found myself without snacks... the vital food of a hard working mountian man between meals. I suffered for many weeks cooking only nutritious meals and eating yogurt in the morning. Collapsed and dying on a road to nowhere... I had a delerious sleep which produced a vision of Pizza... Salami, Crackers, Licorice, Chips and Beer. I saw a long tunnel and a bright light.

With a body fueled only by asparagus beans and squash... I managed to climb into my truck, helped only by the threat of death, and drove to town.

Collapsing and swerving in and out of lanes I made it to the local truck stop. 
I crawled and stumbled to the hot dog rotisserie while local mountain folk looked at me as if i were disabled or drunk. 

A toothless lady came out from behind the counter and asked, "Can I help you?"  I responded with a groan and pointed my vegatable stained finger towards the hot dog rotiserrie.  A light lit up in her eyes as she realized that I was a victim of trying to eat healthy.

"Mustard ketchip and onions?" she asked  I could not even move my lips at this point. She called out to the crowd, "He is a local and needs hot dogs stat!"

The light at the end of the tunnel was getting closer... and I was so exhausted by the malnutrution of vegatables that I did not even care if I had to die and meet my past relatives.

I passed away into a darkness that the light did not penetrate and sound was lost.

Frantically the staff of the truck stop administered a soda IV to my arm while manually moving my jaws to eat a hot dog.  It was touch and go...

Slowly I began to respond.  The light came back and I saw Tunkasila with a bucket of KFC telling me my time had not yet come. 

The clerks at the truck stop began to cheer as my body twitched, regained color and my eyes reopened. They all hugged me and said "welcome back!"  

They removed the IV and sent me off with all of the hot dogs, jerky, chips and beer I could carry.  One girl said she wanted to marry me and asked if she could have a ride.  

I allmost died on that day but it turned out good.  
4:29 pm pdt 

Sunday, August 2, 2009

Karen Fraga

This is an old post. 
I am re posting it here because I am moving it from the Mountain Writings page.


I think Karen died on a Tuesday.  I'm not certain anymore but I remember that I felt guilty I was comfortably at home when she had her last struggle with life.

It seemed that it was only days since we had met at the grocery store in a small mountain town.  She was with her mother Judith and I was working.  Whenever she saw my truck she made her mother stop to let her say hello to me and she always gave me a hug.  She was too ill to drive but I guess many of us thought she would recover... that or we were too afraid to embrace the inevitable until we had to.

I don't think any of us thought she would really die.  

Karen died on a Tuesday, a day before my 45th Birthday.  It is not about me or my birthday but I mention it because Karen always made it a point to celebrate everyones birthdays... even mine and I had to get the saved paper obituary out to remember the day of the week.

I guess it is just oddly devastating to me that I was working when she died and that I was not thinking of her particularly on that day... though I often thought of her as a wonderful friend...

 She did not cross my mind on that day... the day she was dying.
I don't know just what to say about that.  I just know that it makes me feel very sad and contemplative about how I spend my time on Earth and wether or not my friends truly know I love them. 

Treasure your friends and let them know.
Life changes constantly and one day more may be one day too late.

1:44 pm pdt 

Saturday, August 1, 2009

Blog Reserrection

I have decided to resurrect this blog with a different purpose than before.

After such a long absence one might wonder what has inspired me to begin this venture again.
The answer is 2 books.  The first of which is "Where The Red Fern Grows" and the second is "The Duck on the Truck". 


The book Where the Red Fern Grows was a book read to me in school in Utah many times as part of my young academic studies.  The book Duck on the Truck was the first book I ever read.  I read it all in one sitting not having known how to read at all just the day before. 

I purchased Where The Red Fern Grows some time ago and have just recently began to read it. 
I am half way through it and am now quite appalled that its contents were used to influence my young mind. 

I always remembered that The Duck on the Truck was my break through moment in education when my young mind put all of the sounds and letters into seemingly magical use.  I will never forget sitting on the floor with my back against the end of the bed in the third bedroom while dinner was cooking and having it all suddenly just work... I could read!

I went online to satisfy some curiositity and seached for The Duck on the Truck and not only found it but purchased a original hardcover edition published in 1961.  I believe it was 1968 when I first read it so this will be a copy of the same edition and not a later edition or version.  
That is very important to me.  

I had always thought that it would be a book that I would share with my children, not for its "meaning", if it has any at all but simply to signify the acheivement of learning to read and have a common thread with my children and my past... a connection of sorts. 

Through circumstance or fate I never had children.  I am certainly capable of having children and at times I wanted to, it just did not happen.  

I plan to give the book as a gift to either Nolan, son of Teal and Simone, or to the yet unborn child of Tennile.  These are people I care for and in some ways it will also let me be just a bit selfish and still pass this book on despite not having my own children.  

When I first started this blog it seemed like I only used it to rant. 
I'm changing.  I have made some changes in my life that allow me to be less stressed and angry and have also humbled myself.
  
There still is stress and obstacles to becoming a better man.
I just see it a bit differently now that I have started down a new path.
Becoming a better man is a life long journey.    

Never again do I want to abandon love and mutual respect or be petty and hurtfull. 
I want to live a good life and I want everyone else to do the same even if they do not love me anymore. 

RW 

   

9:19 pm pdt 

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Socialism On The Mountain

While out cutting wood with my new chain saw today one of my neigbors came by to tell me that he could not fulfill his commitement to further along my roof repair today (which he has been "working" on for over a year") because of various reasons though he has already been paid for much of the work.

That was ok with me as I was just happy that he was once again committed to the  complete repair that has been delayed for over a year despite me talking to him about it servaral times over the year.

 He needed gas money to make some inquiries and check on materials and I promised to have it available to him in CASH tomorrow despite the fact I had offered the same weeks ago and he had declined.
 
I offered to write him a check for gas money today, but 
it seemed a check was just a bit much of a hassle for him because he would have to travel a bit further to cash the check I gave him for travel expenses.
He did not want to travel a few miles futher even though I was financing the trip.

I am bit upset over the entire delay but it is only a prerequisite for the attitude and entitlement expected by some that I want to explore here.

It turns out that my neighbor is a Socialist.
Ok... but he does not even know he is and does not even know the definition of Socialism.
 
He thinks that the government should own, operate and provide for everything for everyone so they are all provided for even if they contribute little or nothing.... additionally those who contribute more through hard work, innovation and sacrifice, should be rewarded on the same level as those who do not.

Socialism.

I know America is in a crises right now but to embrace Socialism as a way of coping with ones own failures or willingness to work harder or smarter is not the answer because Socialism is the antithesis to Freedom.

All Socialistic societies in our modern history have either failed or have a high level of poverty and social unrest, combined with few, if any, individual rights or liberties. 

Having the government provide you with everything... while owning everything... comes at a price including the lack of liberty and freedom. 

My neighbor grew up in a Welfare assisted family with a single mom. 
Although he is skilled and can work, he chooses to work only when he wants to or when gaining money is absolutely necessary. 

He takes days, weeks even months off at at time but beleives he, and others like him, are ENTITLED to own a home. 
He thinks that he is entitled to go wind surfing and meet basic bills while not working as hard as others do to obtain the same things.
He believes in Socialism.
He wants the government to pay for his life and expenses. 

He thinks that this would be good for the economy and America as a whole. 

I ponder... where would the money to support him and millions of others who seem to feel this way come from?

Those who work harder and smarter?... 
The government?...
Where does the government get their money?
From those who work harder and are taxed and equalled down in income to those who work less?

So we can all be equal despite amount of effort?
That is Socialism. 

How long would it take until those who work harder and smarter figured out they don't have to work so hard to enjoy an easy life when all of the basics would be paid for by the government?
Not long and that is why Socialistic Countries have perished throughout time.

I am bored with the simple truths of this subject. 

It comes down to this...
I invested in starting a business that employs people,
providing others with a way to pay their bills through the effort they make helping my business to succeed.

I work 10-16 hours a day.  
I have not had a vacation, let alone been wind surfing, in 14 years.
I struggle every month to pay my help, utilities, mortgage, vehicle fuel, insurance and more. 

My neighbor is not willing to put in the same effort and commitment but expects the same, or better, standard of living...
Which would ultimately be paid for through my taxes by being an productive economic engne while he wind surfs.  

Socialism

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9:34 pm pdt 

Sunday, October 12, 2008

More On Proposition 8 Gay Marriage Ban

Yesterday I received my Vote No on Proposition 8 Bumper stickers and yard sign. 
This is the first time I have been more politically active than just flapping my gums or typing on my keyboard.

I want to be clear that I am not gay.
I do not have any gay friends.
I do not even know anyone who is gay except that I suspect the man at the UPS store and a girl at a local grocery store are.
Good for them if they are. 

This Proposition is not about wether or not someone is gay or knows someone who is gay. 
It is about equal rights for all American citizens. 

It is about not being oppressed by religion.  This is what our founding fathers fled England for... to establish Freedom from religion. To have the freedom to make choices even when those choices did not have the blessing of religious factions.

Here we are 232 years later and  religion is once again trying to mandate how citizens, outside of their philosophy, conduct their lives.
 
I read a report where women in the Middle East were executed because they had the audacity to want to choose thier own husbands.
That is against the "tradition" and religion of their country.
 
America was founded on principles that strongly suggest that this is wrong yet we have Proposition 8 that wants to ban gay people from being "married". 

The opponents of gay marriage will tell you that it against "tradition" and against their religion and all gay people are going to burn in their mythical Hell. 

Does that sound that much different than women being executed for wanting to choose their own husbands?

Should we pass a law that says all women must marry whomever their government or religion says they should?
Would this be infringing upon their rights as American citizens?

Consider "traditions" in America... something the Christian Right always go to to justify thier bigotry and discrimination. 

Let's look at some of our past "traditions" that have been found to be Unconstitutional and have since been repealed by courts of law.                 (The Christian Right would tell you that this was done by "activist" judges.)

Women could not vote.
Blacks were in slavery.

The Christian Right actually passed laws to ban women from voting and to condone the slavery of Blacks. 
They supported these laws and fought violently to keep them in place when they were challenged by other Americans who felt these laws were Unconstitutional.

The Supreme Court of California and 2 other states have found that the laws these Christians have passed banning gay marriage are Unconstitutional.
The Christians are once again violently fighting to keep this discrimination in place just as they did with women voting and releasing Blacks from slavery. 

If you are a women or if you are Black... you are certainly glad these discriminatory Christian laws were over turned.
 The Christians are still upset over the "activist" judges decision to uphold the Constitution of the United States of America concerning these issues.
Now they are on one of their last frontiers of discrimination by wanting to discriminate against gays and not allow them the same rights as heterosexual citizens. 

In talking to military veterans it seems that the common theme is that they sacrificed and fought for the rights of ALL Americans... not just the ones their particular religion approved of. 

They fought for freedom.
Free the gays from discrimination and allow them freedom, as military veterans have fought for by voting NO on Proposition 8.

1:02 am pdt 

Sunday, September 28, 2008

Mountain Writings

Hi.

I have started a new page called "Mountain Writings" that will include such things I write that I personally consider more appropriate there than in a mere blog. 
I hope you readers enjoy them and are not confused by it.
I will still Blog here Just wanted you to know where to find more. 
RW 



8:02 pm pdt 

Monday, September 1, 2008

Rat Corpses


The other day I was outside when a smell on the wind caught my attention.  It was, of course, the smell of a Rat Corpse.
There it was laying in the dust of my drive like an incense of death.

My dog Daisy seemed particularly interested in it and tried to carry it away, presumably for further study, when I went to retrieve it.

I know there is a biological explanation but still I have often pondered why dogs enjoy playing with, rolling on and munching dead animal corpses.
 
I had put on my leather corpse retrieving gloves while Daisy eyed me cautiously with the Rat corpse in her mouth.  She really did not want to part with this biological treasure she had found.

I eventually won this battle of corpse possession, because I am the Alpha Dog around here, and placed the Rat corpse in the bed of my truck for proper disposal the next day.

It seemed simple enough until, a few days later, the Rat corpse was still in the bed of my truck. 
I guess I will blame this on me being busy with work and the fact that the Rat corpse was about the same color as my truck bed liner.  It really did not stand out tucked away there in the corner.

The Rat corpse reminded me of its presence however when I was loading groceries into the bed of my truck and seemingly had recovered my sense of smell.  Something I had apparently lacked for a few days.

At this time I "discovered" the Rat corpse in my truck bed.  It was like a Homer Simpson moment... Dogh!

The condition of the Rat corpse had changed considerably as another biological event was taking place.
 
The Rat corpse was being eaten by Beetle larvae, who unlike small white fly larvae or maggots are large and blackish grey. These Beetle larvae were much more disgusting and intimidating than ordinary maggots.

I could just hear my dog Daisy saying how I had wasted a completely good Rat corpse by letting it go to the Beetles.

I really did not want to put my groceries in the same truck bed as the Rat corpse but I had the groceries and I had to get them home.
I knew the Rat corpse had to be removed.
I once again donned my corpse retrieval leather gloves and prepared for the task at hand.

I was in a quandary however as carrying a Rat corpse through a grocery store parking lot to a garbage can is not something I really wanted to be seen doing.

It had to be done so I reached in to remove this wonderment of biology and upon doing so... well lets just say that the Rat corpse disintegrated and about 200 large, intimidating beetle maggots came pouring out.
They were quite upset at having their life cycle disturbed and began to spread out in search of my groceries.

It became Man against Maggot.

The battle was fierce but eventually my groceries arrived home in a safe condition. 

Though weary from the battle, I washed out the truck bed with a bleach solution and then took a shower with vanilla soap I had bough online from Idaho which has special anti Rat corpse and maggot properties.

I post this because this could happen to you. 
There are more Rat corpses out there...

 



1:55 pm pdt 

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Thinking About Women...

I often ponder... women.
In Christian Theology the rib of man.
Not to be trampled by man but to be held equally to his side... so man can get his rib back.

Emotional creatures these women.  Not very analyitcal and often retarded by social consequences of being born women in religious ideologies that are corrupt. 
  
Society needs females.  Society does not need females trying to be males.
 
Females should be celebrated for what and who they are, not on how well they can be like men.
 
There are two different genders for some cosmic reason. 
Both should be embraced as equal parts to the whole of humanity.

RW
 
 

5:22 pm pdt 

Monday, August 18, 2008

Oh Yea

Well I guess it has been about a month since I last updated and I promised to talk about the cult called Mormons or Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.

Let me start by saying that this cult causes less harm to society than some other cults, which is not to say that they do not cause harm through bigotry, racism and gender discrimination.
 
During their visit I effectively and without contradiction, refuted every one of their "claims."
At times they stood speechless because their learned propoganda did not cover rebuttals to the detailed information about their cult that I presented.

It was fun though.  I never dreamed I would have such an opportunity to personally engage a cult derived ignorance on the deck of my own home.

I have and I will again post much more about these religious cults.
Today I just wanted to do a little follow up and say that these Mormon men practically ran to their Yellow Pinto type vehicle intellectually defeated concerning their very own convictions.

I have relished it for weeks because I'm convinced that logic and intelligence shook their "faith" in their cult.

Keep in mind that I did not invite them so the offense is not mine. 
I did not ask to be cornered on my own deck, by strangers, and have to utilize basic logic and intelligence to make them run away. 

I do not think they will be back as there are easier prey to extract free labor and money from. 

 

 





1:54 am pdt 

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