I am outraged. Apparently Denver has just passed a law that makes owning a “pit bull” illegal. This law gives the city the right to seize and kill dogs based, not on bad acts or behavior, but purely on their appearance.
Today, I’m waiting for a truck to show up. It is pickup day for me. PODS is sending a truck to pickup the POD that I’ve had sitting in my driveway for most of the last year. A lot has happened since I decided to move. The whole moving process has been one difficult. As I said previously, when I originally bought this place, I had planned on raising a family here. Now, I am leaving the first real home I’ve ever had. This weekend, I’m heading up to New England, to return to where I grew up.
I would like all the readers of my blog to hold a moment of silence. This moment, 11:00 A.M. on June 11th, marks the fourth year since my married. I do hope for all of those who read my blog and website, that you will someday find a person who you both love and are loved by in the way Gee and I shared.
Lately, I’ve been thinking about the way the justice system in the United States works. I’ve come to the conclusion that the whole thing needs to be re-worked. Not the actual courts, but the much of the law, the ideas of what constitutes crime, the idea of punishment, and the idea of the rights of the accused and the convicted.
Nearly 40 percent of all traffic fatalities are caused by drunk driving accidents. An estimated 16,654 people were killed due to drunk drivers last year alone….over five times the number killed in the September 11, 2001 terrorist attacks. Isn’t it about time the government stepped in and did something about these highly preventable deaths.
There was an interesting article on www.csoonline.com about whether we should declare a victory in the War on Terrorism. It is an interesting argument if you consider it from a return on investment viewpoint. Since much of the additional money being spent on the military and the Department of Homeland Security isn’t going to increase our security by any significant amount, wouldn’t it be better spent increasing the actual quality of life of Americans as a whole.
With identity theft and consumer data as a growing concern, is Congress taking the right steps to truly protect the consumer?
It has taken me a few years to see the joy and happiness of Easter once again. Spring is the season of re-birth, and Easter is an important symbol of spring. I was recently received a story in e-mail. It was from a friend I haven’t seen in about five years. He and I e-mail each other, but I haven’t had a chance to see him since my wedding. The story is about a soldier who was finally coming home from the war—very fitting for our times, given the current war in Iraq.
Most people don’t understand the power of commitment. This is a story about my My Life with Gee, and how our commitment to each other affected us.
The GOP has decided to revisit the case surrounding Terri Schiavo. I understand Michael Schiavo’s position and have to wonder why the GOP is interfering in a private matter.
It appears that Congress has finally taken note of the problems caused by the consumer data companies, and their apparent inability to properly protect the data they profit from. Because modern information is not a physical, tangible resource— and the “theft” of data doesn’t generally deprive the collectors and sellers of data of the ability to sell the “stolen” data—there is no real “business” incentive for the companies to protect the data. Likewise, since data is not a physical resource—there is no incentive for the company to maintain any standards of quality and purity of the product.
A few weeks ago, I heard a sad story about the lack of corporate loyalty—about the actions of a national bank towards one of its customers.
It is hard to believe that a woman I met a little over six years ago, and that I knew for only 23 months and one day, could have changed my life in so many ways. If you asked me whether it was worth it… if I would do it all again… knowing that I would lose her after such a short time together… or to make the choice to never have known her… I would not change a thing I did.