Old Blogs Never Die

If frequent posting is a measure of a blog's health, "Musings From Tony's Keyboard" is on life support. I'd pull the plug but the prognosis is that old blogs never die, they just fade away.


He was a good cop!

Mark F. Rugare 1954-1997
How I wish that Detective Sgt. Mark Rugare were here today so that I could discuss with him the distrust that police in general have earned because of Ferguson and now Baltimore.

Mark probably would have reminded me that there are many more good than bad cops. He probably would add that there are bad civilians who bring out the worst in the bad cops.

During these troubled days, I find comfort in recalling that Detective Sgt. Mark Rugare was without question a good cop.


About Presidential Term Limits

The past six years have proven that the rhetoric used to win a Presidential election should not be taken too seriously. Remember "Yes we can"? Translation: We can change the way government works - just elect me. Of course the candidate had no intention of turning Washington upside down. His priority was to get elected. Once elected, his tune would become: Maybe we can, but later.

Why later? Becoming President is an ego trip. Once elected, it becomes mandatory that the successful candidate starts running for a second term. In order to do so ,the President's omnipotent advisers convince him to put his campaign promises on hold. "Yes we can" now translates into:  Don't rock the boat. The net result is four years of procrastination in implementing programs that got the individual elected in the first place.

Once he or she gets the coveted second term, one would expect immediate attention to governing the country. After all, the electorate gave the President four more years to do what should have been done in the previous four years. Four more years? Not so fast there are the midterm elections to be considered. Now is not the time to anger the Legislative branch. The net result is two more years of of a government devoted strictly to political maneuvering  rather than trying to implement social and economic reform.

Finally,with the midterm elections over and comfortable with the reality that there are no future elections for the sitting President to  reckon with, it is time to get things done. Translation: The hell with politics. Two years to work on my legacy - yes we can. Two years to get done what should have been done in the previous six.

I can only wonder whether or not it is time to consider a change in the term for the office of President. Six years with reelection off the board may be the way to go. The individual now has three years to learn what powers he or she has and three years to work his or her ass off implementing what got him or her elected in the first place. Absurd? Unrealistic perhaps but not absurd.

 Of course it would take decades to implement term limit changes. Fearing a negative effect when he or she seeks reelection, it is problematic that anyone would take the initiative.  In the meantime, invoking an old cliche, the people will be left to suck hind tit. Yes they will!


Downton Abbey Season 5

Downton Abbey Season 5 concluded last night. I'm disappointed. Not because the season is over but because indications are that there will be a Season 6. My objection to a Season 6 - it will transition into the likes of a daytime soap opera. I'm afraid that the past success of Downton Abbey has made its writers slowly fall in love with soapy, trite plots. Sometimes success breeds contempt for good judgment.

My predictions for Season 5 were:

Nazi Germany will be worked in as well as the affairs of the Prince of Wales. Tom the Mick will become an important politician. Lady Mary will bed Tony Gillingham but will marry the pig expert. Mrs. Crawley will become a Lady. Carson will retire and take Mrs. Hughes with him. Downton Abbey will suffer a fatal blow when the world financial markets take a dive. There will be no Season 6.

After Season 5, this reviewer will resort to watching movie reruns during the cold months of January and February instead of British soap operas. At least I can predict the plot (don't bet on it).

I came close on Mrs. Crawley. I came very close on Carson and Mrs. Hughes. As for the last prediction, I have a whole year to decide whether or not I want to commit to watching Season 6. Other than that, my predictions smelled to high heaven.

Fortunately my Sunday night TV viewing will be salvaged not only with movie reruns but by the return of Cleveland Indians baseball. Prediction? The Indians will return for another season in 2016. Chief Wahoo will not.


About Short People And Automobiles

At an inflated 5'2", the High Primal considers herself part of a downtrodden segment of our society known as short people. In this household her feelings about being short leave nothing to the imagination. A countless number of times she has made it clear that " they don't give a Fuck about short people". "They" is anyone over 5'2".

According to the High Primal, today's automobiles are a classic example of the short shrift given to short people. She will angrily point out the evolution of the gear shift in automobiles. In no uncertain terms she claims that short people are more comfortable driving an automobile with the shift lever on the steering wheel rather than on the floor. If this Low Primal could find such a vehicle in operating condition I'm sure he would be elevated to the status of a High Primal In Training. If he found a vehicle with a gear shift on the wheel and a bench seat not only would he join the ranks of High Primals, he would be revered as a God.

Of course all the pedals on the the floor of an automobile were purposely laid out to be out of reach from the legs of a short person. Why else would a short High Primal find it necessary to mount her rear end on a thick cushion and push the seat forward so that she is practically sitting on the hood of the car. Not even a bench seat would compensate for this gross failure of car design. How many times has the High Primal let it it be known that Detroit not only doesn't give a shit about the comfort of short drivers, they just plain do not give a Fuck.

That brings me back to where I started. I would add however, that not all short people are intimidated by today's automobiles. I daresay that only the high primal type who are prone to being Luddites find it comforting to bad mouth every new technological achievement in automobile design.

( The High Primal just read this and has given it her blessing. If I publish this post, I will have confirmed that I'm a Low Primal. Oh what the hell, Click!)