The shutdown is now the longest in American history. Democrats continue to blame Republicans despite the fact that it is obvious to anyone with a brain that such is not the case. The Supplemental Nutrition Assistance Program has received a great deal of publicity, implying that folks are starving due to the shutdown and that the Trump Administration is responsible.
It is not my intent to belittle those who depend on SNAP for nutrition; however, it has become quite obvious that the program has been compromised. Allegedly, one in eight individuals in this country is unable to provide food for themselves without government assistance. (Candidly, many I’ve seen complaining have obviously not missed a meal in quite some time.)
Like all leftist giveaways, SNAP has been corrupted. Many receiving benefits are in the country illegally and shouldn’t be enrolled. It is also common knowledge that many more are selling the benefit stamps and using the money to purchase items other than food. Lipstick comes to mind . . .
Meanwhile, hard-working citizens are being denied reimbursement (paychecks) and having to borrow money to feed their families and pay their bills while Chuckie and Hakeem strangely do not have that problem! If I live to be a hundred, and that’s not likely unless I apply for SNAP, I will never comprehend how these morons continue to stay in power.
And why is it that the shutdown took place to begin with? Oh, that’s right. The conservatives refused to send billions to the corrupt Obamacare medical insurance profession which has created an unaffordable health care for taxpayers. What the heck happened to the Affordable Health Care Act? How do you suppose Barack Obama was able to afford that multi-million-dollar estate in Martha’s Vinyard or that lush home in Chicago? I suppose he could have received advice from Nancy Pissoli. And you ask why we need a Convention of States?
Another phenomenon which has me terrified is this thing called artificial intelligence (AI). And, no, I’m not referring to members of Congress. I was born in 1938, so bear with me while I try to comprehend a concept which implies that intelligence can be artificially created and which, ultimately, can operate outside of human control. Oh, it’s all the rage in Geekville. If I understand the concept correctly, the time will come when human intelligence will be no longer required. If I need to have heart surgery, an ominous machine will perform that function much more efficiently than a human surgeon.
Not only will AI be able to report the news, but it will also create it. In a previous blog, I referred to AI’s ability to alter images for nefarious purposes. Example: An email posting revealing a naked female dancing in a porn club . . . only the face is that of your wife! This is followed by a threat to publish unless a ransom is paid. How about the image of a frantic Donald Trump giving a Hitler speech . . . in German! Or the Pope touting prostitution from the Vatican. You get the idea. And who will decide whether a particular AI program needs repairs? And, if so, who/what will conduct said repairs?
On to other things: I’m wondering why I’m seeing so much publicity concerning my idol, Mike Morrison. He’s been gone such a long time. He was born in Iowa, but the family moved to California when he was young. In his youth, he became an accomplished football player, but a bodysurfing accident ended that career. He then made a living working at a movie studio as a prop boy and progressed into taking small uncredited roles in films.
It was there when he was noticed by director John Ford and movie star Tom Mix and his first credited movie roles were as Wayne Morrison. While he kept “Wayne”, they changed his first name to “John” and the rest, as they say, is history. He died from cancer on June 11, 1979 and my other hero, my father, died exactly two years later on June 11, 1981 from a fall.
I wonder what the Duke would think of this crazy world today? Incidentally, he inherited that nickname from a childhood pet dog, Duke. Hmmm . . . maybe AI could bring Big Duke back.
Paco