Let’s see how a video update works as I’ve bee too busy to actually work from my computer!!
Here are some me before and after pictures of the airstream!
It’s time to start the projects! We bought this 1966 20ft Airstream Globetrotter about a month ago, so it’s time to get going. We’re starting by gutting the interior before we start rebuilding.
The time has come to venture on. I hit five years at my job a few weeks ago, and in one more week I’ll be unemployed. If you’ve read any of my posts lately, you’ll likely not be surprised:
What made the decision final was the realization that my job isn’t getting me closer to the person who I want to be. In fact, in the last few months, it was taking me the other direction as the stress turned me into a curmudgeon at work and a crankpot at home.
Oh yeah, there’s also the fact that since we came back from our round the world trip 2.5 years ago, my mind hasn’t been able to fully focus on work. I can’t remember who the quote come from, but it sums up my experience nicely: “It is better to never give freedom in the first place, than to give freedom and later take it away.”
In the next few months, I hope to embark on some new paths that will define the next part of my life. I’m not sure exactly what it will be yet, but I have quite a few things I want to pursue as I figure it out. I’m excited that my wife is letting me do this, and thrilled we’ll be able to explore together.
However, before I get there, let’s have a serious discussion because I don’t want you think this was one of those rash “I quits” where I flip off the boss and have no plans of what is next! This has been a long time coming, and I don’t want to be responsible for any of you crazies who this might inspire!! So, let’s talk about seven things I loved about work:
Work is very important for many people to receive their sense of purpose, as you see with some retired people who are lost after work. Pope John Paul II put it this way:
“Work is a good thing for man – a good thing for his humanity – because through work man not only transforms nature, adapting it to his own needs, but he also achieves fulfillment as a human being. Work expresses his dignity and increases it: It provides him with the wherewithal to have a family, and it links him with his neighbor. Not to mention also contributing to the wealth of his neighbors.”
I worked hard and was fortunate to be put into a leadership position with over 60 people in my organization. The role over the last two years helped me develop my leadership skills, and learn to lead organizations. It was very challenging, but I learned a lot.
I grew up as a small-towner in Oklahoma and didn’t have much exposure to the business world. My last two jobs have helped me develop into a much more well rounded person. I’ve learned how to work with different people, different cultures and different countries.
As mentioned in the second point, I’ve moved up the chain thanks to all my great experiences and mentors along the way. I learned how to succeed in the corporate world which will definitely benefit me the rest of my life.
My friend base is much expanded thanks to work. It’s amazing how you can connect with people, especially when you’re in very challenging situations together and work to accomplish something great.
Incredible travel opportunities, interesting projects and great people. I half joke that one of my highest career accomplishments up to this point is “Lifetime Platinum” as a Starwood hotel member. This basically means I’ve stayed over 500 nights at just that hotel chain which is ridiculous, but I’ve had a lot of fun and a lot of really great vacations as well.
The reason I can quit is because of the money I’ve made the last 10+ years of my career (and my wife’s, of course). I don’t want to be a starving artist, desperately working to keep food on the table while I tried to pursue my passion. Instead, I chose to work really hard and succeed as much as I can at work so later I could pursue what I wanted. I’m not done working, but I’m able to spend some time on things I want to do now.
Work is important and money is important, and they make up a huge part of our lives. However, there are many other things I want to pursue that I can’t while in my current career, so I’m moving on. You’ll hear more in the next few weeks!
Look at my cage, isn’t it grand?
I can nearly see across the entire land.
The sun shines in, and I can see some trees,
But my cage is glassed off, so no worry of bees.
It keeps me dry when it starts to rain;
it’s surely the invention of a really smart brain.
A beautiful spring day does not distract me,
because my cage is a constant seventy three.
If I stay here enough, I get well fed.
I get money for a car, and a really nice bed.
My cage protects me from uncertainties of life,
From scary people, unpredictability or strife.
Within my cage, I’m allowed to be me;
well, at least the me they want me to be.
I could leave whenever I’m ready,
but my productivity must remain steady.
If I want to be at the top in the end,
These rules I must not bend.
Wait, what is it all worth,
this system I was thrown into at birth?
Why would I lead a life so controlled,
for a distant freedom, only when I’m old?
My life worth living is not in a cage,
In fact, within me, I feel some rage.
I own my life, but I am not free;
I’m stuck in this cage, built by me.
Let me just start by saying I’m not the kind of guy who would have an anxiety attack. You know those quotes about how if you keep calm when the rest of the civilization is losing its minds, you’ll rule the world? I plan on ruling that world.
In fact, just last week one of my co-workers said I was like a swan, even if my feet were paddling like crazy below water, I was calm above. Or, maybe she said a duck, but either way, you get the point.
I’m able to leave a stressful day at work behind me as soon as I drive home or hang up from my last call. If that doesn’t take care of it, my regimented routine of dog walks with Lucy after work will get it. If all else fails, my regular yoga sessions will kick it. I punch anxiety in the face… until it punched me.
Two weeks ago my wife was out of town for work so I was managing the homestead. Although I don’t like when she’s gone, it’s not too challenging because I really only have to worry about the dog. She’s usually at home bored, but I try to make up for it by giving her an extra walk in the morning.
Unfortunately, my mornings have started earlier even though the evenings and nights are filled with more work calls. It’s fine though… remember the routine I mentioned above? It still worked, and hey, who doesn’t have a little stress in their life?
Tuesday night was different because my wife wasn’t around to listen to me vent, and I found my mind racing like a speeding bullet when I was trying to fall asleep. It was also pretty warm in the house because I’m too cheap to turn on the air conditioner, so that didn’t help. But usually I can fall asleep after a few minutes of purposeful mediation and breathing. This time was different.
My mind continued to race as the sleepless minutes dragged into sleepless hours. Work was still at the top of my mind as I was thinking through some pretty heavy things. Dang, I just couldn’t fall asleep. And then it even got more strange as I felt a little light headed.
The clock ticked away to 3:30am, and I sat up to take a drink. So weird – why do I feel like I’m hardly even breathing? Wait, never mind, I have work stuff to think about… but how can I think about work when I may not be around tomorrow! Holy crap, am I dying? I’m light headed, and I feel like I’m not even breathing right. What the heck is going on, I must be sick.
I got up and walked around a bit but the feeling didn’t go away and it seemed like it was getting worse. It was like I was here but I wasn’t… who had taken control of my mind? Maybe I should call 911? No one is here with me but my dog Lucy, and if I die no one would get here for a couple of days, and by that time she’d start gnawing on my arm because she’d be so hungry. Poor Lucy. Who’s going to take care of her when I’m not around and what about my wife? Oh man, let me pick up my phone just in case… maybe I should even dial 911 so it’s already on the screen and I can hit dial as I fall to the floor, dying of this.. uhh.. shortness of breath and light headedness? Or, maybe I’m having a heart attack – that seems much more plausible!
This actually happened. To me. The guy who wouldn’t think of letting anxiety attack him. I went and laid with my dog on her bed and hugged her a bit, letting her breathing and heart beat retrain mine. I finally calmed down a bit, knowing that I’m still alive and it’s my mind steering this ship directly into an iceberg. But Lucy took the wheel and steered it away. This actually happened. To me. You know… the guy who blah blah blah.
I briefly mentioned it to Jocelyn the next day but wanted mostly to not think of it again. She was too stressed and this wouldn’t help her. Also, it was just too weird and made me seem like a pretty big pansy. It couldn’t have been an anxiety attack anyway… until I read the description of an anxiety attack.
A panic (anxiety) attack is the abrupt onset of intense fear or discomfort that reaches a peak within minutes and includes at least four of the following symptoms:
I checked the boxes on the test and realized that’s what happened. It was a pretty sobering moment.
Anxiety attacked me and I was doing everything I could to prevent it by following my de-stressing rituals. I thought I could manage through any situation, but now some tough times at work proved me wrong. I can’t imagine if I had other issues with family or money on top of it. We aren’t as tough in this life as we like to think. Well, at least I’m not.
A little over three years ago my wife and I set off on our journey around the world. We prepared as much as we could by researching our travel route, avoiding the most dangerous places, and of course, growing a beard so I looked really tough. My previous attempts at growing facial hair ended in disappointment after being compared to the Joe Dirt facial hair one too many times.
However, thanks to either older age or growing it out more, it finally worked. So the combination of a beard and a tough face would save us. Luckily, I had previously had the same idea of looking tough when I took my passport photo almost ten years ago:
Okay so I didn’t look tough, but it did get me in trouble a few times – mainly in Vietnam where I almost missed my flight because the customs agent kept looking at the passport photo, putting it down, and looking at my much older and bearded face.
Anyway, the beard became a mask that hid my innocence and allowed me to convince myself that we were tough enough to do this around the world trip. It’s amazing how much you can convince yourself if you allow your mind to be open and new ideas to flourish even if it’s a totally ridiculous thought (e.g., Scientology). The tough beard worked in my own mind and looking back at some pictures, I even scared myself:
When we came back to the US and I started back at my job in 2014, the beard was the only remaining outward sign of the nine month adventure. Now I was back in my desk, back in the grind and back to reality. The beard transitioned from being my mask of toughness to now hiding the new person I had become after travel. I held onto it like I’d try to hold onto the freedom we once had.
I kept the beard until this weekend. It just seemed like the time to shave it off, like maybe the times could change again. I grabbed the trimmers and went for it. One swipe and my mask began to peel off as I wondered what my face under would look like without it. A few more swipes and I was left with a goatee. I walked in and surprised Jocelyn with my new look… and surprised she was.
Even though we’ve known each other for over ten years, the last three years of bearded Dan easily erased any memories of pre-beard. She was surprised but pretty okay with it. However, I wanted to go further. I went back and grabbed the clippers to finish it off… when I decided a mustache might be interesting.
I shaved off the rest of my goatee, only leaving the hair across my lip that signifies anything but normal in this era. If it was 30 years ago, I’d fit right in… but now, I could hardly even handle looking at myself! My chin looked too small and I swear I never had that double chin that now appears! My teeth looked too big as the balance of my face was all thrown off. And man, did I look creepy!
This time Jocelyn wasn’t prepared for the shock she was about to realize! I walked in and she shivered a little bit as she saw my new look. Her first instinct was to take a picture (maybe so her murderer could later be identified) and we got some dandies.
“Porn turtle” was the best description she came up with. I think it had something to do with my hair which hadn’t been cut in too long, combined with my stache which made me look like a porn star… and the turtle part… well, I guess she just thought I looked like a turtle now! Big confidence booster.
She had to send a picture to family and my brother-in-law said his daughter would no longer get to spend time with Uncle Dan. My friend Jason said Jocelyn would now be one of those ladies people pull aside in the grocery store to ask if she’s okay (and not getting kidnapped by the creepy mustached guy next to her). We had lots of good laughs at my expense.
I decided not to shave it off and see what it was like to keep it for the rest of the day. I wore it to Yoga that afternoon where I got some bewildered looks from classmates who were used to the beard. I could tell people wanted to say something, but instead bit their tongues.
Later that evening we went to Trader Joe’s to get our groceries for the week. Our check-out guy, a few years younger than me, quickly upped my confidence when he reassured me with, “nice stache”. He said he had one the last couple of years but returned to the full beard because his wife just couldn’t handle it anymore. As we left he lifted his hand for a high five. “Take it easy man”, my new stache pal exclaimed.
What was this… in three years, I hardly had a compliment on my beard, but now after only one night I already had one on my mustache?! The renewed confidence made Jocelyn nervous because she realized it probably added a couple of days onto my mustache life. And she was right.
On Sunday I went to my regular afternoon yoga class and had mostly forgotten the novelty now above my upper lip. I entered the campus from a new door and couldn’t find my way to the studio so I asked the security officer who was walking in front of me if he could point me in the right direction. An older man in his 50’s turned around to reveal a well formed mustache. “Right down the steps behind you, Sir”, he said with an extra twinkle in his eye and smile on his lips. That was a little strange, I thought.
After eight sun salutations, I once again forgot about the stache until I left the studio. As I was walking out the door, I encountered the same security guard who gave me a smile and a wave, and I wished him a great evening. I hadn’t seen him talk to anyone else both times I walked by.
It has become clear. I have joined a new band of brothers. Initiated into a club of older gentleman who never gave up the mustache they wore in the 1980s and young hipsters who want to be different. We’re a band of brothers… of mustached men… of Burt Reynolds renegades…
Oh Jocelyn, I’m not sure I can cut my mustache off now. Let’s see how work goes for a few days. So, here’s my question, what do you think of mustaches – an 80’s style that will make its way back, or something that should be left to the outer fringe of society?
A few weeks ago my wife and I headed to Tulsa for a family Easter weekend. We left after we got off work in the evening and estimated an 11:30pm arrival at my parent’s house after the four hour drive from Dallas.
All was going well until around 11pm when we got hungry and decided to pull over at McDonald’s for a late night breakfast (that’s how a lot of bad stories start). As we were leaving, we heard a grumbling sound coming from underneath. I’m used to these kind of sounds after McDonald’s but typically they come after I eat it (my parents referred to this as the golly woggles, which was a new, and pretty awesome term to me).
The noise sounded like metal grinding but returned to normal after getting over 20 mph. We made it home and hoped the car would repair itself overnight. We woke the next morning and took a quick drive before filling little plastic eggs with money and sweets and unfortunately, the 4Runner had not self-repaired yet. The noise still stopped after 20 mph, so we decided it was safe enough for the long drive back to Dallas the next day – and indeed, we made it safely.
Now it was time to start investigating the issue. I took it to our local mechanic and he gave me a pretty dire prognosis – there was a 90% chance it was the transmission. Oh no, that doesn’t sound good. He said he didn’t do transmissions but figured it could easily cost $4,000+ to get it replaced. My gosh, our 4Runner with 192k miles is hardly even worth that much!
I quickly went through the cycles of despair and anger and blame (or whatever that cycle is) and decided I’d better take it to the Toyota dealership and hope they’d give me some better news, as they’re the experts. They called later that afternoon and confirmed my worst fears – it’s going to need a new transmission. They could get me a used one for $4,700 or a new one for $5,700. I told them no thanks and picked the car up.
At this point, it becomes a question of value. Should we spend $5,000 to fix a car that’s only worth $5,000 in working condition? Of course not.
I didn’t give up yet and decided to take it to Eagle transmissions to get a third opinion. I dropped off the car and debated with Jocelyn if we should try and get it fixed or just buy a new(er) car. We decided our spending limit to get it fixed would be around $2,000.
In what became my weekly routine, I dropped the car off in the morning, waited for the call from them and then listened with disappoint as he confirmed what the other two had suspected. However, he threw in a new variable – the transfer case. He said the transmission and transfer case are right next to each other and are both metal so it’s hard to tell where the noise was coming from. His only next step would be to drop the transmission, open it up and also check the transfer case. He’d charge $500 to drop it and check. I asked him if I decided not to do the work after their investigation if the $500 included reassembling. He said no.
What the heck, at that point I’m all in if I decided to “investigate”. That sounded like a pretty crappy way to investigate. I told him I’d think about it overnight and asked what he thought the minimum would be to fix it. He said it’s too hard to tell because they only replace what’s broken, but after enough pestering I finally got him to give me some numbers – very minimum $1,500, but more than likely between $2,500 – $3,500. Risky… just sounded too risky.
I did some more research that night and found three interesting things:
I called Eagle transmission shop the next morning and asked him if he’d install a used transmission. He said he didn’t and warned me that it’s pretty risky because you never know what you’re going to get or how long it’d last. However, I still thought his proposal was even more risky so I called Gonzalez.
Gonzalez (the owner of the shop, Juan Gonzalez but goes by Gonzalez) said he could install the used transmission for $350. Okay, that number sounded a lot better – maybe $1,000 all in to install the used transmission. I was ready to order the new transmission, because I’m impatient and eBay seems to fully exploit it, like when I almost bought a city bus, but I waited.
The next day I started the routine again – picked up the 4Runner from Eagle transmission, took it to Gonzalez and waited for the call. Well, it was a bit different because Gonzalez wanted to take me for a drive so we could listen to it. He listed intently and said the transmission shifted good still. He said he’d check it out when we got back to the shop and drop the pan to see if there were any metal shavings in it.
After I left, I started researching transfer cases and wondering why the Toyota dealership didn’t catch it. eBay had one available but it was about $500 more than the transmission cost. Estimate went back up to $1,500 to fix, but still a lot better than $5,000. Gonzalez called later that evening with some interesting news. He said the transfer case was bone dry. How in the world did three other places miss that? All they had to do was check the fluid level in it.
That meant it was pretty much the transfer case. I asked him to fill it with fluid and maybe we’d have a little miracle and everything would turn out okay. He said he’d do it in the morning and give me a call. I continued my research on transfer cases and found another really interesting tidbit – apparently this model of 4Runner is notorious for having leaky seals around the transfer cases! Once again, what the hell, Toyota dealership??
The next morning I woke up with a little bit of optimism and hoped it’d be okay. Gonzalez hadn’t called by noon, so I decided to give him a ring. The rest must be narrated to fully appreciate. Ring, ring, answer:
Me: hey Gonzalez, it’s Dan with the 4Runner
Me: So, did you get a chance to put fluid in the transfer case?
Gonzalez is more of a man of action than words. I waited for a good 5 seconds to see if he’d continue
Me: Ok, how did it sound?
Gonzalez: No noise, it sounds fine now.
Me: No shit?! That’s incredible!!! I can’t believe the Toyota dealership didn’t check that!
I was clearly more excited than him
Me: Okay, I guess I’ll come pick it up and drive it around for a while to see if it continues to sound alright
I picked it up later that afternoon and paid Gonzalez $100 for his investigation and re-fluiding. We went from a minimum $5k for a new transmission or buying a newer car for $20k, to a $100 charge to fill up some fluid. It still leaks, but I’ll just have to occasionally fill it up.
The quest for 200k miles on the 4Runner is back alive!!!!
I was impressed with Gonzalez’s knowledge and honesty, and he’s definitely made me a long term customer. Now the Toyota dealership on the other hand (Toyota of Richardson), I was very disappointed they not only misdiagnosed with what could’ve been a $6,000 repair bill, but they also somehow missed checking a very known issue with 4Runners… so much for being the experts. I don’t want to assume they did it on purpose… but dammit, it sure seems like it!
If you made it this far, I commend you, I just had a full verbal vomit. I wrote it out in detail to remind me of the valuable lessons I learned:
It was a real test of patience for me. Usually, I’ll make a decision with the knowledge I have on hand and go with it. However, this one just didn’t seem right… and of course I didn’t want to throw away $5,000!! The 4Runner is back in business and while it does drop gear oil on our driveway, I’m okay with refilling every couple of months to keep her going strong.
The other day I was driving home from work on a regular Tuesday evening. It was about 6:15pm and I was taking the “back roads” because the Tollway I usually take would’ve been jammed with others like me trying to find the fastest path, but collectively making it even slower. And I say “back roads” but it’s actually a six lane Dallas road!
Although I’d rather not have to drive 35 minutes to get home after work, but it has proven to be somewhat therapeutic as I switch between country stations and NPR, looking forward to hearing the daily market update. Today’s routine was different though as my main goal was to call the Toyota dealership and inquire about a repair on our 4runner.
I asked Siri to call Toyota of Richardson, but in true Siri fashion, the first three times “She did not get that” and the fourth time the number she dialed was incorrect. So at the next stop light I used to the old school smartphone method and searched it on Google – this time connecting. As I was getting transferred to the service department, I realized I’d need the make and model so they could thoroughly answer my questions. So I reached for the glove box (this time not at a stoplight) and grabbed it (this is why I can’t wait for self-driving cars, because idiots like me).
We talked for a while about the issue – this will be a future post as I’m still too emotional to talk about it – and set up a time to bring the car in. I also gave a call to another repair shop to talk to them about the issue. By the time I hung up on the second call, I was nearly home and a little bit scared as I couldn’t really remember the last 20 minutes of driving. Sure, I was definitely the one behind the wheel, following basic traffic rules and staying within the lane, but what the hell just happened the last 20 minutes?
I guess I went on auto-pilot. My mind was occupied with things that were less important than what I should’ve been focused on, but at least I got done what I needed to get done.
Oliver Wendell Holmes said “Many people die with their music still in them. Why is this so? Too often it is because they are always getting ready to live. Before they know it, time runs out”. I love that quote as I’m obsessed with time, but I don’t think that we even consciously make the decision to delay living. Instead, we just go on auto-pilot.
We go into survival mode to get through the week. We feel the heaviness in our hearts on Sunday when the weekend went by too fast and the next five days we’re going back to battle. We’re going back to the same mundane work that even though is not new, still manages to take up our whole week and most of our energy. We go on auto-pilot for survival. Routine is a welcome option that helps us get through the hard things.
But what happens when auto-pilot is no longer the 20 innocent minutes driving home from work? What happens when auto-pilot was the entire year of 2015? Or 2005-2015? Or the next 30 years?
Somethings are good to put on auto-pilot, like saving and investing. However, some things are not so good. Like living.
Are you purposefully driving the outcomes of life you inspire to? Are you making decisions that are leading you down the path you want to take? Or are you going on auto-pilot and spending so much damn time keeping up with the Jones’ that you’ll have no option but to continue the cycle you’re in? Is your spending on auto-pilot to the point you’re not saving or investing?
You’re smart and powerful, and with enough focus, you can make auto-pilot work for you. Don’t fall for the same marketing tricks that try to get us to spend every dollar we have on crap we don’t need. Make some decisions and focus your life.
I may not be in my “dream job” right now, but my wife and I are making the right financial moves so we will have options. Our two cars have a combined 312k miles on them because we refuse to pay car payments and when you’re buying with cash, it’s a heck of a lot harder to buy a fancy new car. We cut cable, haven’t had an electric bill over $30 for the last five months because we minimize our electric use (ok, a mild winter helps) and we focus on cutting our grocery bills. We don’t know what our next steps will be yet, but we know we’ll be able to have them.
Your life is too valuable to put on auto-pilot. Don’t live life dazed at the wheel.
I originally wrote this post in 2011 when the 2009 financial meltdown was fresh on our minds and the timing also coincided with a resurgence in Ayn Rand’s popularity due mostly to her most popular book, Atlas Shrugged, released as a movie. I think I was also a little more arrogant then, so now I’d say in no way would I ever attempt verbally spar with a brilliant mind like Any Rand’s, but it’s at least fun to take a shot at it!
Ayn Rand’s resurgence in popularity the last few years has mirrored the government’s acquisition of large amounts of debt in ‘saving our country’ from the perils by bailing out the banks. Her popularity previously peaked in the 1950s as a philosopher on moral values as they relate to economic potential.
“Ayn Rand’s principles of objectivism states that the proper moral purpose of one’s life is the pursuit of one’s own happiness or rational self-interest, that the only social system consistent with this morality is full respect for individual rights, embodied in laissez faire capitalism, and that the role of art in human life is to transform man’s widest metaphysical ideas, by selective reproduction of reality, into a physical form—a work of art—that he can comprehend and to which he can respond emotionally.”
I’ve read two of her most popular books (Atlas Shrugged and Fountainhead) which were quite entertaining and convincing in her philosophies. Based on my knowledge from her books and interpretation of the quote above, I think she infers the best system is one where we watch out for ourselves and don’t sacrifice our own self-interest for those of another. In other words, sacrificing our own interest for others (altruism) is bad and will not lead to a more advanced society.
Rand’s views of objectivism are nearly indisputable in a utopia or possibly even a controlled experiment where the wide array of human emotions are limited. However, when it comes to reality, many of her assertions are wrong. Specifically,
Altruism is our willingness to put other’s needs before our own. Altruism is crucial to hold our civilization together. Rand argues that altruism is ruining us because it pushes us not to focus on our own rational self-interest. She says it turns us into a welfare and socialist state. However, I argue that without altruism, we would haven’t a state in the first place!
Altruism is important because it builds trust in our society. We must have faith in our fellow man that he will be altruistic and be willing to put others over himself at certain points. This doesn’t mean we must always sacrifice our own needs for other’s needs. Most of our actions will be self-serving either for ourselves or family, but that doesn’t mean all of them should be.
What happens when you know someone won’t sacrifice for you?
The person who always puts their self-interest first will soon reside on an island they mistakenly built through selfishness and lack of trust. There are times in my life when it’s not in my own self-interest to hear a friend’s problems, but if I’m not there for them they’ll find someone else and the friendship will weaken.
Next, objectivism rejects faith. Faith is another crucial component of civilization, and I’m not talking only from a religious perspective. We must have faith that our fellow man will not work solely on his self-interests when associating with us. A sales conversion works best when two parties are supporting each other’s mutual interests. If I don’t have faith you’re looking out for me at least partially, I’m not going to buy from you.
Her theory doesn’t take into account that we are emotional beings who are sometimes irrationally driven by our feelings. It’s always going to be that way because only the most enlightened individuals can live beyond that (maybe only monks).
Rand also says that the government should only be used as a force to protect our individual rights. At an individual level, this means a police force to protect our rights and at a higher level a government army to protect our country’s rights against other countries. I disagree, because I think the government must have powers outside of simply protecting rights.
One of Rand’s examples is the government shouldn’t take my money away and force me to contribute to roads and infrastructure. She says that in her objective world, the roads would be built by the motivation from someone’s self-interest. For example, a retail complex owner would build a highway straight to his mall to get people to show up.
Theoretically, this sounds okay. However, when you look at what would actually happen, our infrastructure would be a mess. First, we need a central planner to ensure the best highway and road systems are laid out. Next, there would be no reason to maintain roads and highways in poor areas because it wouldn’t feed the self-interest of the person who would have to pay for it.
Rational self-interest will not lead us to the Utopian society that Rand envisions. In a theoretical world it might, but there is a reason being our brother’s keeper has maintained strong civilizations. At some point, most of us need help and can’t rely solely on ourselves to handle every situation.
The great thinker and philosopher Adam Smith explains the importance of a strong national government, not as a monopolistic industry leader, but more for protection and for the facilitation of large public projects. Even if you don’t believe in a strong national government, it’s hard to follow Rand’s oversimplified version of government that only provides protection.
Rational self-interest would lead to a total corporate takeover if the company leader’s values were corrupted – which seems to happen all too often. If not for government regulation, we’d still be working in the Rudyard Kipling’s Jungle, living in an environment full of dangers where humans are sacrificed at the altar of production and leaded fuel and paint become our beverage of choice. We wouldn’t need death panels because a simple lack of an individual’s money would make the ultimate decision if they get the life-saving surgery.
Although I disagree with many of her concepts, as I mentioned in a previous post there’s still a lot of merit in her writing and philosophies. Atlas Shrugged and Fountainhead are both really good books that are both enlightening and entertaining. In fact, I do believe in some of her principles and think we’d be in a much better place if we all lived by them. However, as mentioned above, many of these would only work in an utopia.
Wow, $1.5 billion dollars, can you imagine winning? We all already know our chances of winning are beyond minuscule – like we have a 2x greater chance of getting stuck in an elephant’s butt – but that won’t stop many of us from playing. I tend to be a bitter old man about this stuff because I know it’s a complete waste of money, but even I went in with some friends for a ticket on Saturday night!
After we didn’t win I refrained from being that guy who no one likes who says “I told you so” to something already so obvious. However, my old man bitterness reached a whole new high when I read this article on how the rules were changed back in August to make sure this exact thing happened!!!
According to think progress:
Under the new rules you select five of 69 numbers, up from five out of 59 numbers. The choices for the Powerball was actually reduced from 35 to 26. Still, this decreased the odds of winning the jackpot from 1 in 175 million to 1 in 292 million
Sure, it went from “no chance of winning the big one” to “really, no chance of winning the big one” but it’s the plan behind it that makes me want to write a mean letter to the lotto commission (kidding, I’m too lazy).
They wanted exactly what’s happening right now to happen. They wanted to hit the billion dollar mark:
At the time the rule changes were first floated in July, FiveThirtyEight estimated that the chances of a $1 billion prize pool increased from 8.5% to 63.4% over a given five year period.
And why would they want to hit the billion dollar mark? Because people lose their ever-loving minds!! It’s the talk around the water cooler, is mentioned on every news outlet and has people throwing away their hard earned money. It’s a self-filling pot of hopelessness fueled ever higher by all of the free press. They wanted this exact thing to happen and now have all of our attention.
This shit should be illegal.
But hey, it’s a great way to buy a $2 thrill – where else can you get that kind of adrenaline rush for that cheap besides maybe Thailand?
Or you could view it how it really is – a regressive tax on the poor:
“People in households earning under $40,000 accounted for 28 percent of South Carolina’s population but made up 54 percent of frequent players. Uneducated people also made up a disproportionate share.”
“But people should spend money however they want! If they want to be idiots than so be it”. Ok, but idiots shouldn’t promote it:
Fox News advice on how to win the lottery: pic.twitter.com/r6WBKqqCqL
— Media Matters (@mmfa) January 11, 2016
By the way, if anyone wins, can I have a cut????????