The Thin Edge is Getting Thicker…Big Bro Gets Pushy


Hi, all,

Quick follow up to previous post, in re Big Bro trying to weasel his way into our home tomorrow (Tues.) Sherry and I were watching TV late last night when the phone rings. I look at our on-screen caller I.D., and guess who?

That’s right: the “Energy Saving” division of I.P.Utilities.

Calling us on Sunday night.

Hmmmm…..wonder if they read my blog?

We were toying with the idea of actually letting them in on Tuesday (though, again, at some unspecified time) in hopes of cadging some more free lightbulbs. But the more I thought about it, the more stenchy the whole thing smelled.

Plus, we have 7 dogs, and they will eat whomever comes blundering into our home, unless one of us is there to restrain them, put them into various bedrooms, bathrooms, basement, or garage. We can’t just let them outside because the whole backyard has become one gigantic La Brea Mud Pit (which I playfully refer to as the “Hanging Diarrhea Gardens of El Camino Real.”) We have to let them out 4-5 times a day to do their business, and washing that many canines after each trip – and drying them – can be a real deal on the ol wheels (knees, lower back, hips, etc., you know….all those places the arthritis likes to invade).

So. We’ve changed our minds. We’re not letting Big Bro into our home tomorrow, after all. The attempted phone call on Sunday night just felt a little too . . . ummm . . . invasive. Like arthritis. At the very least, a tad pushy. Call me an alarmist, call me what you will. Just feels like Big Bro is trying a little too hard to “visit” us and I won’t put up with it.

More on this as lightbulbs and canines develop.


The Thin Edge of the Wedge, or Socialism Comes A-Knockin!



IMG_0884Just thought I’d pass along a friendly warning about an interesting event that just occurred at my house. I was kissing my wife goodbye on her way to work, as per usual, when suddenly some woman in a semi official-looking uniform and a bright, puke-green vest shows up. She’s bristling with all kinds of devices: an iPad, a huge clipboard, a ton of pamphlets, and lightbulbs. I immediately sensed this was no good (the clipboard being a dead give-away), especially when she demanded to see the “Homeowner.”

I deferred to Sherry, who was literally backing down the drive when this woman approached her and beckoned. Now, it’s 32 degrees, with a windchill of maybe 25 degrees, and all I’m wearing is a tank top and gym shorts (my usual, year-round attire). Bracing? You bet. But I always kiss Sherry goodbye like this, no matter the weather. And although I normally make a bee-line back into the house, I just had to stay and eavesdrop on this colorful woman with her brochures and pamphlets and lightbulbs.

One of the first things out of her mouth is something about “Obama.” This got my attention. Then my wife says, “Oh, is this another one of those things to shut him up for a while?” To which the woman laughs (a tad nervously), “Yeah, just gotta shut Obama up, ha ha.”

Said female in vest and uniform then begins regaling Sherry with some cockamamie story about how Obama wants us to save on energy costs, “So he can pass the savings on to YOU!” Seems Big Bro wants to slide on into our crib next Tuesday, at some non-defined hour, to inspect our lightbulbs, weather stipping, windows, attic insulation, etc. and etc. To make sure we get our “savings,” y’see. To sweeten the deal she then gives us a delightful brochure, a coupon off our next “smart strip,” and a lovely little curlie-cue, energy-saving lightbulb.

Now, maybe I’m overreacting or being an alarmist, but doesn’t this sound like the old “thin edge of the wedge” to you? Big Bro wants IN your home now, ostensibly to ensure you of some farcical “energy savings,” when what’s really happening is, he’s setting a precedent for physically entering your home without permission, on the bogus pretext of “energy savings.” All this without even invoking Patriot Act I or II, which Big Bro can always pull out of his sleeve when necessary.

I dunno, folks, just seems very fishy to me. Anytime the Feds want in one’s home, for whatever noble purpose, seems the 4th Amendment is in further danger. Exhibits above.