This diatribe was prompted by the salmon vs. water for crops issue now being debated in our State. I see the issue as adults being elected to make hard adult decisions that conflict with the whining appeals they hear from idealistic crybabies.
It is just so unfortunate that the people who have asked for the responsibility to make the tough decisions refuse to do it. Instead they kowtow to the idealists who have wonderful, lofty dreams. Dreams that are unrealistic and detrimental to the long term welfare of the people, the local communities and the state. It's as simple as a relationship between a parent and a child. Remember in the 60's when parents and teachers were in charge? Now, the children and the ACLU run the show. In which system would you rather grown up? I remember when my dad would just break my heart when I screwed up. Tough lessons learned, but LEARNED! Today they'd call it emotional abuse. Back then they called it good parenting.
I'm sure you know that in California parents have no rights. When my daughter, now 25, was 17 she was way out of control. Ditched school every day - was about to get kicked out. Running with the wrong people, drug use, sexually active, etc.. She tells us now that she was days away from leaving home - running away - to New Orleans of all places. My wife and I intervened, literally had her abducted and spirited away to a private school in Utah. Why Utah? Because it is against the law to hold a minor against her will in California. The kids get to decide. My daughter today will tell you we saved her life. And she's now a productive, responsible member of society.
Well, we've put the "kids" in charge of the water issues in California. In fact all of the important issues that have to do with the welfare of the State seem to be in the hands of the children. When a responsible adult tries to make a tough decision that may break some hearts but is necessary for the long term health of the State, we first have to ask the idealistic kids how they feel. If they whine loud enough, we give them their way.
Some one's going to have to take charge, make the tough decisions and save this State from the crybabies. We need water. That's a no brain-er. We live in a desert. We don't need fish. They can and are being farmed raised. Let's take care of business first and save the "feel good" stuff for later.
An Observation
"You'll come to see that a man learns nothing from winning. The act of losing, however, elicits great wisdom. Not the least of which is how much more enjoyable it is to win. It is inevitable to lose now and then. The trick is not to make a habit of it."
Intentions
It has long been my desire to record for posterity various thoughts, ideas and opinions I have developed through the years. I've struggled with the format upon which this can be accomplished, and have landed here. While this is a public forum, the sheer number of blogs herein renders anonymity. Conversely, access to those curious few is easily provided.
I question the life of this venue. Will these posts be available in 50 or 100 years for my great and great, great grandchildren to view? Or will these blogs go the way of eight track tapes? If not, will they be summarily deleted in 10 years due to inactivity? If they are, thwarted will be my efforts. For I think that after my inevitable death, the discovery of these posts by future generations of my line will be of certain value. Only to them of course, but certainly to them.
I've heard that the road to hell is paved with good intentions. My intentions as stated are, I believe, worthwhile. But I'll be revealing some secrets herein. Secrets that, if discovered by a few, may cause consternation. I do not intend this and will be discrete in an effort to prevent it. If I fail, I apologize.
So, why make these revelations? I am the great great grandson of James Torpy, an Irish Catholic emigrant from the town of Fethard, County Tipperary. James brought over his wife Bridget Finn and two sons, James H. and William in or around 1852. Although we know a little, there is so much more we do not know. Why did they come? Where did they arrive? In time, James H. and William changed their name to Turpie and became Protestant. How come? We can surmise much, but what we do not know fills volumes. I intend, with these posts, to pass along as much as I know about past generations, and to reveal myself and my life in great detail to those who come after me. I know I'll enjoy the effort. I hope some measure of value is garnered by the objects of my intentions.
I question the life of this venue. Will these posts be available in 50 or 100 years for my great and great, great grandchildren to view? Or will these blogs go the way of eight track tapes? If not, will they be summarily deleted in 10 years due to inactivity? If they are, thwarted will be my efforts. For I think that after my inevitable death, the discovery of these posts by future generations of my line will be of certain value. Only to them of course, but certainly to them.
I've heard that the road to hell is paved with good intentions. My intentions as stated are, I believe, worthwhile. But I'll be revealing some secrets herein. Secrets that, if discovered by a few, may cause consternation. I do not intend this and will be discrete in an effort to prevent it. If I fail, I apologize.
So, why make these revelations? I am the great great grandson of James Torpy, an Irish Catholic emigrant from the town of Fethard, County Tipperary. James brought over his wife Bridget Finn and two sons, James H. and William in or around 1852. Although we know a little, there is so much more we do not know. Why did they come? Where did they arrive? In time, James H. and William changed their name to Turpie and became Protestant. How come? We can surmise much, but what we do not know fills volumes. I intend, with these posts, to pass along as much as I know about past generations, and to reveal myself and my life in great detail to those who come after me. I know I'll enjoy the effort. I hope some measure of value is garnered by the objects of my intentions.
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