Eleven (7/30)

Yes. Day nine again. *sigh* This is what happens when you can’t type…..

So, my morning routine depends upon whether or not I’m in the office. If I’m in the office, this stuff happens about an hour earlier.

Wake up
Pee
Take pills, watch news
Shower/shave
Take injection
Ice injection site
Dress
Leave for work
Get to work
Work for about an hour on various stuff — mainly responding to E-Mail, etc.
Coffee

After that, really depends upon what’s going on. There’s a concept called “core hours,” where meetings are supposed to be conducted, etc. It’s from 0900-1500. Regardless of where I am, I need to be fully engaged during that time. The hours before and after that are really for me to do administrative stuff.

*yawn*

Is it time for coffee, yet?


In my current job, I work fully remotely.

I generally wake up sometime before 0600, as my wife is running off to her job.

Ideally, I’ll take my panoply of pills, drink two cups of coffee, and eat some breakfast.

Then shower, and drag myself to where I work.

I’m trying to miss the parts about taking injections.

Nope.  Not working.

I’m adept at working remotely.  I’m going to have to go in to an office some time soon to pick up a security jibble I’ll need to do some work.

And after I wrote that, I just ended up working  until 1820 EDT.

Sofa King Done.

Ten (7/29)

Today I swam.  Or tried to.

Since I was diagnosed, I think the most water I’d ever been in was a full bathtub, and, even then, it was only a couple of times.

There is a pool where we are now.  My wife was amped to actually swim.  So we did.  Well, she did a lot.  I tried, and it um…didn’t go swimmingly.

*groan*

About the only thing I can kinda still do is the breaststroke.  Making my legs work to propel anything else is either comedic, or sad, depending on your perspective.

(And if you believe the communications school morans, both are true.  There can’t be an objective reality of it.  It only matters to the viewer.  Also, if a tree falls in the woods, it can, in fact fail to make a sound….)

Recycling from waaay back…


July 16, 2001

1. Smoke? Like a freakin’ chimney
2. Do drugs? legal ones, yes. stay away from the stuff that’ll get me thrown in jail.
3. Have sex? not by any definition.
4. Sleep with stuffed animals? Inflatible doll
5. Have a crush? Not telling. 😉
6. Have a boyfriend/girlfriend? See question three.
7. Have a dream that keeps coming back? Nope. But I do have some quite odd dreams.
8. Play an instrument? not anymore.
9. Believe there is life on other planets? I’d like to think so.
10. Remember your first love? Yes.
11. Still love them? HER. I’ll just say that I think of her fondly.
12. Read the newspaper? more than I should
13. Have any gay or lesbian friends? nobody really close…several acquaintances.
14. Believe in miracles? no.
15. Believe it’s possible to remain faithful forever? Yes, of course. It’s a matter of self-control.
16. Consider yourself tolerant of others? Hah! I’m more tolerant than I should be, though.
17. Consider police friend or foe? Depends upon the situation.
18. Like the taste of alcohol? PURE alcohol? Yep. Mmmmm…scotch.
19. Have a favorite Stooge? Curly
20. Believe in Astrology? Ehh. No. It’s a curiousity, though
21. In magic? Nope.
22. In God? I don’t think I ever have.
23. Pray? Not in a long time.
24. Go to church? Only for weddings and funerals.
25. Have any secrets? 😉 StillStarry asked me one night if I’d answer everything she asked me. The answer is still “no.” 🙂
26. Have any pets? Dogs.
27. Do well in school? When I’m not getting myself in trouble, yes.
28. Go to or plan to go to college? I’m there.
29. Have a degree? Not yet.
30. Talk to strangers who instant message you? If they’re not at all interested in cyber.
31. Wear hats? I wear caps. There *is* a difference.
32. Have any piercings? I have enough holes in my body, thank you very much. I do like P.J. O’Rourke’s idea of getting a hoop through the left ass cheek.
33. Have any tatoos? I fear needles.
34. Hate yourself? Not at the moment.
35. Have a horny spot? only a few people know about it.
36. Get horny easy? Umm….
37. Have a best friend? Yep.
38. Wish on stars? Sometimes. It’s silly.
39. Like your handwriting? My handwriting is hideous.
40. Have any bad habits? See the questions about alcohol, drugs, and cigarettes. Add to those nailbiting.
41. Care about looks? More than I should.
42. Believe in witches? See the entries on my ex-girlfriend.
43. Believe in Satan? I’m more certain there’s no satan or hell than I’m certain there’s no god.
44. Ghosts? I find them intriguing, but I’ve never seen one.
45. Santa Claus? Nope.
46. The Easter Bunny? Nope.
47. The Tooth Fairy? He was inconsistent. And, really, who wants teeth?
48. Have a second family? Eek, no. One is enough.
49. Trust others easily? Nope.
50. Like sarcasm? It depends. I don’t like that I’m so sarcastic sometimes. But then….
51. Feel understood most of the time? Hah!
52. Like sappy love songs? Some are strangely appealing.
53. This question, for some crazy reason, wasn’t available. So I’ll fill it in….Kirk or Picard? Kirk.
54. Untie your shoes everytime you take them off? Depends upon which pair.
55. Wear overalls? I gave up redman at the same time.
56. Think you are strong? Emotionally? Physically? Yes, no.
57. Like skittles? Uhh…
58. Like to shop? No.
59. Look like anyone famous? Not anyone famous, really. I get really off-the-wall ones. Someone once told me I look like Neil Young. How sick.
60. Think Brad Pitt looks good? I’m having trouble restraining myself. Mmmmm….Brad Armpit
61. Have your own phone line? Cellphone
62. Enjoy filling out this kinda stuff? It keeps me from doing actual work. I’ve already worked too much this week.
63. Have a pool? Nope.
64. Have a spa? does it count when you stick the shower massage down into the bathtub while taking a bath?
65. Like jewelry? I wear a ring and a watch. I think that says everything.
66. Have a web site? Yes.
67. Like playstation? Nope.
68. Nintendo 64? Never played around with one…
69. Sleep a lot? I wish.
70. Get along with your parents? Disgustingly well.
71. Have AOL? Yes. But it’s not my primary ISP. it has its uses
72. Wear a watch? See question 65.
73. Have braces, or have you ever? Of my extensive dental work, braces haven’t been a part…
74. Have any scars? What from? Too many to list.
75. Write poetry? “There’s a place for those who love their poetry…”
76. If so, what is your favorite poem you have written? I’d say “Ode to my Choad.” But I didn’t write that one.
77. Make fun of people? Is a pig’s ass pork?


1. Smoke?  It’s been nearly as long as I abstained from swimming.
2. Do drugs?  Minus the cocktail I take every day to sort keep me functioning, no.
3. Have sex?  *nod*
4. Sleep with stuffed animals?  Not unless they’re already in the bed with me.
5. Have a crush?  I married her several years ago.
6. Have a boyfriend/girlfriend?  She and I go back and forth on this.  To me, she is my final girlfriend forever.  Yes, she was my fiancée, and now is my wife, but she’s still my girlfriend.  I can’t imagine ever having another.
7. Have a dream that keeps coming back?  I’ve never really had a ton of strange dreams, and certainly none that really recurred.
8. Play an instrument?  Not anymore.  I wonder if I even could, honestly.
9. Believe there is life on other planets?  I think it’s possible.
10. Remember your first love?  You know, this one is tougher the longer I’ve been with my wife.  I do remember some with whom I’ve had relationships.  A couple of those I was more than a little bummed out about when they ended.  That said, I’ve never felt the way I feel about my wife about anyone else.  So, maybe, I never really loved anybody else?  Possible.
11. Still love them?  Yes.
12. Read the newspaper?  Those still exist?  O.o  No, I don’t read much of anything that’s not on the Intertubes anymore.  A big part of that is how bad my eyesight is;  reading is work.
13. Have any gay or lesbian friends?  Sure?  I don’t know, though.  As I’ve aged, I’ve really stopped caring what others do;  it doesn’t affect me.
14. Believe in miracles?  Well, there is a Lombardi Trophy in New Orleans…  Glibness aside, yes, there are occasionally things that happen that are beyond easy explanation.  Does that make them miracles?  Probably not.  Did that actually just happen?  Uh, yeah.  The Cubs won a World Series.  The Eagles won the Super Bowl.  Donald Trump was elected President.  Unexpected things actually sometimes do happen.
15. Believe it’s possible to remain faithful forever?  Yes.
16. Consider yourself tolerant of others?  More than ever, if their behaviors don’t affect me, directly.  This is even more true when there’s things I have to pay for courtesy government force.
17. Consider police friend or foe?  I don’t know.  I don’t like the binary choice, really.  Most are there to help.  Some are on power trips.  Some are completely worthless.  Others, still, are too stupid to really consider.  Four alternatives;  I’ sure there’s more.    I thin this sheds light on how fucking simple politics are, now.  It’s not a this or that choice.  In the state where I live, majorities voted against both of the two major parties’ candidates.
18. Like the taste of alcohol?  Alcohol is actually tasteless.  See:  perfect vodka that has “no taste.”  Or it’s gin that they were too lazy to finish.  Take your pick.  There’s alcoholic beverages I like, others I don’t.  Just keeping to the past few weeks, though, I’ve drank beer, dry vermouth, bourbon, and gin.
19. Have a favorite Stooge?  Most important was brother Moe/He was the one who made it so/He got a Joe and another Joe/He would not quit;  he would not quit
20. Believe in Astrology?  No, not really.  Purportedly, under either the old or new calendars, I’m a Leo.  Excuse me?
21. In magic?  No.
22. In God?  I was a pretty committed Atheist when I took this last.  Since my late twenties, I’ve come around to accept faith.  The people who are telling me the things they believe might be completely wrong.  But they also might not be, and adhering to their constraints probably isn’t a bad thing for a variety of reasons.  I might get to Heaven;  it might take a while because of things I’ve done while I’ve been alive.  All that said, I’m still very skeptical about Hell, which makes me very out of place among many fundamentalist Christians.
23. Pray?  That’s for me and God to know.
24. Go to church?  Still very infrequently.
25. Have any secrets?   I can neither conform or deny.
26. Have any pets?  Nope.
27. Do well in school?  I graduated the year after I answered this the first time.  I’ve not been back.
28. Go to or plan to go to college?  Did.
29. Have a degree?  Yes.  It was, and always will be, BS.
30. Talk to strangers who instant message you?  AIM’s dead, bro.
31. Wear hats? Not often.
32. Have any piercings?  No.
33. Have any tatoos?  No.
34. Hate yourself?  No.
35. Have a horny spot?  Not telling.
36. Get horny easy?   Not as easy as I did when I was young.
37. Have a best friend?  Yes.
38. Wish on stars?  No.
39. Like your handwriting?  No, and it’s gotten far worse as my condition has progressed.
40. Have any bad habits?  Sure, but I’m pretty sure I’m in the second half of my life;  why break them, really?
41. Care about looks?  Never really have.
42. Believe in witches?  There are some out there, sure.,
43. Believe in Satan?  No.
44. Ghosts?  Very skeptical.
45. Santa Claus?  Very skeptical.
46. The Easter Bunny? Very skeptical.
47. The Tooth Fairy?  No.
48. Have a second family?  Again, I don’t know that this is really a binary choice.
49. Trust others easily  In my condition, I kinda have to.
50. Like sarcasm?  Tastefully done, yes.
51. Feel understood most of the time?  No, not at all.
52. Like sappy love songs?  Yes.
53. Kirk or Picard?  Again with the binary choices.  Between the two, Kirk, but I think I’d most like to serve for Sisko.
54. Untie your shoes everytime you take them off?  Most of my shoes don’t have laces these days.  I have neither the dexterity or patience for it.  I remember losing one getting on a train at Union Station in DC one time;  it’d come untied, and I didn’t notice.  So snugly-fitting slip-on stuff mostly.  On the rare occasion I do wear something with laces, yes, I’ll untie them before I take them off.
55. Wear overalls?  No.
56. Think you are strong?  No.
57. Like skittles?  Sure?
58. Like to shop?  No.
59. Look like anyone famous?  No.
60. Think Brad Pitt looks good?  I don’t know?
61. Have your own phone line?  This is really a question from years gone by.  I’ve not had a real PSTN line since probably 2009.  I have the two VoIP DIDs I bought around 2008.  I have a cell phone.  I have a VoIP DID from work.  So four numbers that are attached to me, and none that uses the legacy switched network.
62. Enjoy filling out this kinda stuff?  I’m getting pretty bored, honestly.
63. Have a pool?  There is one where I live that I can use, so, yes?
64. Have a spa?  No.
65. Like jewelry?  The only “jewelry” I’m wearing is my wedding ring.  That’s normally the case.  I’m also wearing a FitBit if you wanna count that.
66. Have a web site?  Several.
67. Like playstation?  I don’t see very well, and have very little money.  I don’t have one.  I had a PS2 that I let go to my wife’s cousins after theirs ruit working.  I think I may have had a grand total of two games for it.  But a drunken night with one, GTA2, and, well, I was excited to part ways with that money.
68. Nintendo 64?  No, but if I did, I’d probably see what it’d take to get NetBSD running on it.
69. Sleep a lot?  Length, no, frequency, yes.70. Get along with your parents?
71. Have AOL?  I’ve continued paying them for the basic stuff so my mother can keep her email address.  I think I still occasionally get alumni email, too.  But it’s, what, five bucks a month to do that?
72. Wear a watch?  FitBit.
73. Have braces, or have you ever?  Nope.  But there is so much that’s been done to my teeth, it’s not even really worth discussing.
74. Have any scars?  Several.  One is noticeable pretty much all the time at the edge of my right eye.  I have another on my right elbow.
75. Write poetry?  Nope.
76. If so, what is your favorite poem you have written?  This one doesn’t even account for the preceding binary question.  I answered, “no,” so this question is completely irrelevant to me.
77. Make fun of people?  Not often.  Well, Failcons’ fans, but that’s kinda tough to pass up when they blew a 25-point lead in the Super Bowl.

Nine (7/28)

I’d planned on recycling, but what I’d fetched really isn’t suiting my fancy this morning.  *snip*  *off to a later date*

This morning’s fun involves trying to get things better configured in my work area.

I need a WiFi antenna, to figure out getting this RPi to bridge wireless-to-wired.

I guess I also need to do sekurity for my sites since the totes-not-evil group decided that it’s not going to display HTTP pages anymore.

Guess that just about wraps it up for most caching methods.  But, like, any sort of traffic management violates Net Neutrality, bro.  Speaking of that, I was listening to The Fifth Column last night, where Michael Moynihan was talking about a Vice News interview he did with an Intertubes company that was cutting off access to a group of bigots.  (Maybe they were Nazis?)  The company rep being interviewed was absolutely okay with that sort of speech restriction.

But it’d violate Net Neutrality.

And heads asplode on Reddit.

Or they should, if they actually gave a fuck.  But they don’t.  So vote for Mark “Nextel” Warner, who’s all for Net Neutrality now that the smoldering remains of his telco empire is getting sold to the Germans.  Keep.  Virginia.  Blue

But, you know what, I’m okay with providers blocking content, and shaping traffic.

I don’t care that AT&T gives me a better deal with DirecTV Now than I’d get from using other services.  (And maybe I will subscribe again, since I’m a bit miffed that Hulu doesn’t let me record S.E. Cupp Unfiltered, or move to later segments in Kennedy )

But back to the Internet providers, I don’t care that they cache content.  I don’t care that they keep me from seeing Nazi content, or wholesome kiddie porn.,

I’m okay with that.

Also, there’s myriad technical workarounds you can take to circumvent restrictions imposed by providers.

In the past, I’ve done things such as routing mail through a work Qmail server to get around a home ISP’s port 25 restrictions.

You can’t stop things, no matter how passionately you believe that government can solve every problem.

 

Eight (7/27)

I didn’t really have anything planned for this one, so I’m going to put up something that I’d written, and didn’t publish a few weeks ago.


I’ve complained, perhaps incessantly, about the stupidity that is LinkedIn.

Late last week, I got a suggestion that I connect with my father.

My dad died nearly eight years ago.

Words fail. Please, please, please shut off your email snooping, you all.
Yes, I’ve got emails dating back years and years; it doesn’t mean that I ever want (or can) speak to those people again.

Still, what’s happening, though, and why LinkedIn is a pond filled with just about only recruiters these days, is that companies are moving almost exclusively to having contract employees.

My new role, I get, at least, paid holidays, and time off. What do I not get? The sacrosanct health insurance, and any 401K match at all.

You know what, though, for most of my life, I’ve not had those things.

Older politicians ran on destruction of the “gig economy” not long ago, while people her age are working forever, and getting rich off reflated housing and equity markets.

So What?

I’m going to point out what I’ve had to deal with as one of the youngest Generation Xers. You will see it on my resume, which will be as long as it needs to be to cover my varied work history. It will not be a two-page Microsoft Word 97 document. Sorry.

To the arts major recruiters, consider your favorite author. How would his/her (yes, I know, that’s sys-gendered…..) works


After I’d bitched about LI on Twitter, they asked me for the link to his profile.  Uhh.  I don’t know?  I didn’t look closely.  He had several addresses, but he’s been dead almost eight years.

Maybe, just maybe, you’re just a little bit fucking overzealous?  Speaking to someone about them, he said that he actually managed to delete his account.  If I had motivation, I might try to find a way to do that, myself.

I did rewrite my resume to separate out my volunteer, part-time, self-employment, and contract work.

Katie Recruiter, you’re quite comely in your LinkedIn profile.  How about you read what I wrote, to find out if I’ve done the things you’re looking for.

Enough with that, though.  There’s not a lot else to say, really.

AT the same time, I”m tiring of all this job search stuff.  I do like where I am, what I’m doing, so why am I even thinking about anything else?

Maybe I’m a little flattered that I’m getting so much attention.

But what’s the career equivalent of scratching my head with my sinister hand to prominently display the ring on one of the fingers?

What else could I write about…..hmmm….

One of the interesting things I’ve recently heard with my marathon podcast sessions while I”m working is that this is kind of another major change in economics going on.

It’s a bit like Feudalism, or the Industrial Revolution.  You now don’t need to actually own/horde much of anything.  This is a big change from what people are accustomed to in Western societies.

I’m thinking of the “All I Need” scene from The Jerk.

No, I actually don’t need much of anything, really.  Yes, there’s a few things which have particular sentimental value, but, if I”m not going to use them anytime soon, why do I keep them?

I have a tuxedo, which I bought in probably 2000, because I had something like five events within about a nine-month period   In the *gasp* eighteen years ensuing, I think I’ve worn it once.

I’m nearly certain that it doesn’t fit anymore;  I’m probably about 30 pounds lighter than I was when I bought it.

So how much have I spent housing that?

The same goes for various tools, kitchen implements, etc.

How much have I spent to keep these things?

Kind of what I”m coming to, and I’m sure my wife doesn’t agree with me on this, so there’s persuading to be done, is four tiers of things.

Tier I:  Immediate use/consumables.  This would be things like pershible food.

Tier II:  Mid-term.  So foods that will store, medications, etc.  90-day retention limit.

Tier III:  Most everything else.  If you haven’t used it in a year, get rid of it.

Tier I :  Sentimental things.  No time limit.

Finalizing this in my scarred brain, and winning others over on it….that’s going to take time.

I’m going to shut up now;  it’s the weekend.

Seven (7/26)

Free Write

I’d plopped this out there, hoping I’d be more in the writing groove by now.  Notsomuch.  Oh well.

So, what’s going on?

Work:  It’s progressing.  I think I am meshing with my coworkers.  Fits and starts getting me completely setup to work, but things are progressing finally.  It’s incredible that many of the things that were getting me in trouble down in Tidewater are exactly the things I’m supposed to be doing here.  It’s almost as if I actually do know what I’m doing, and give a shit about making sure I’m operating in accordance with published regulations.  I can also trace those regulations all the way back to the laws passed that brought them about.  A younger me would have cared more about proving that point, but I really just can’t bring myself to care.

Health.   Nothing to say, really.  I stumbled a bit yesterday about my considerations with regards to my soon-to-be-former insurer.  I have lots of problem.  I don’t know if those are considerably worse due to the upheaval surrounding my relocation.   At the same time, I really don’t care.  I had my infusion, and it made me feel a lot better.

I really don’t know what else to write about.  Long week is long.

Six (7/25)

Apologies for the directionless venting yesterday.

At the same time, that’s part of the reason I do this.  Just writing off-the-cuff is one of the reasons I do this (both in November, and in the summer).

At the same time, the energy is often lacking to do just about anything.

After the —a-caused miss of the Tysabri dose, I noticed that the positive effects kicked in a couple of days sooner than usual   I’m wondering if that’s why the end-of-dose crash seems to be a few days early.  Who knows.

Do you work better on a schedule or freelancing your time?

This answer is going to make me sound like a politician, but….

Both?  Neither?

I like to have interim milestones, but I do like to freelance to meet those intermediate milestones.  If you need A, B, and C. by Tuesday, break it down a bit.  If you want A, and C on Sunday, I’ll prioritize to  get those finished first.

How I do those really isn’t something you should be overly concerned with;  I’m going to meet your deadline, and I’m going to be busy AF on Saturday, Sunday, and Monday finishing up Task B.

Perhaps I should bloviate move, but I probably ought to go ahead and stop for the evening.

(Side note:  “Bloviate” was coined by Warren Harding.  It really doesn’t mean anything, but I guess it describes lecturing about nothing.  Despite the Washington Naval Treaty, Teapot Dome, and other various scandals, I’d still take Harding over Wilson….)

Five (7/24)

The thing I wouldn’t talk about Friday isn’t happening.  I don’t know how I really should feel about that.

Yes, it seemed like it could be kinda awesome.

Just after I got that, though, something else may have come through.

At the same time, I am sorta getting in to what I’m doing.

No complete crash towards the end of the afternoon.

And interrupted by my wife phoning me to tell me she’s on her way home.  I guess the racist fucks from Charlottesville are going to be rallying in DC this year.

You can’t imagine the immensity of the fuck I’m not giving.

I’m listgening to a recap of a Millennial’s weekend.

I don’t even know what to say, other than maybe I’ve eaten that much avocado as she had that weekend in my entire life.

Are you more likely to be swayed by logic or passion?

Given what I’m listening to right now, it’s definitely the former.  Ayn Rand made lots of somewhat compelling arguments about reason being what separates humans from common animals.

Yes.

At the same time, passion is also important.  Caring about what you’re doing, doing something you think is important, makes you more likely to do whatever you’re doing well.

I’ve been neglecting the things I think I do, even adequately, to try and sustain for a while.

Why do I do that?  Because I’m passionate about being able, despite my failing eyesight, to look at myself in a mirror.

I don’t have any big regrets about what I’ve done.  Maybe about some of the self abuse I inflicted on myself, sure.

But I never have portrayed myself as something I’m not.

Is that the battle between and logic?  I don’t know.

I could probably ramble on all night, but I”m not sure that’s at all worthwhile.

Four (7/23)

Perhaps I short-arm this one a bit.

DNS woes are still wreaking havoc.

But I’m sitting listening to a meeting, so I figured I’d do the import of many, many old entries.

How do you feel about the political climate of the country?

I really don’t know.

I’m watching with bemusement about the 3D Printed Guns.  Also what’s happening to the retired military talking heads who are getting their security clearances pulled.

The thing is, and I voted for one of the people who didn’t win the 2016 election, is the constant accusations of “treason.”

Could it be because people are really dedicated to seeing the president executed?

Somehow, I can’t put that past them.  Maybe that makes me a horrible person.

Three (7/22)

I’ve been fighting through DNS gremlins the past few weeks with this.

I was too blind to get things really working the way I wanted when all of this moved to where it is now.

Then I updated to the new systems-ified Debian release, blowing up my well-tended legacy install.

I also haven’t gotten the mailing list stuff setup yet.

There’s backups on a sever that’s languishing somewhere with the rest of our stuff, as we hang in out temporary landing spot.

All that said, things are sort of coming around.  Am I satisfied?  No, not really, but it’ll get there.

I do have energy to work on things again, at least.

Still going through debates about where we want to land.  *shrug*

You can change one significant event in history, and only things directly related to it will change in the future. Do you change it, and if so, what event do you choose?

The Treaty of Fucking Versailles.

There’s little more to say about that.

One of the places I am completely with Glenn Beck is that Wilson was the worst president in history..

Why did the phrase, “JDAM for Rushmore” just pop into my scarred brain?

More tomorrow, I’m sure.  I am keeping up, though this afternoon’s issues gave me some second thoughts.

Two (7/21)

Before I start in to the prompt I’d selected, I was reading through some of what I’d written last summer.

It totally seems like a different life.

I was unemployed, prior to my re-entry into the cluserfuck that I’d left a little more two years before.

During my thing yesterday, I mentioned that when I was in the clusterfuck managing the Windows Server environment, I was digging through my scarred brain to recall things I hadn’t done in about fifteen years.

Yet, that’s what was still being used.

Also, never engineer from scratch.

Colonel Boyd actually addressed this.

The payoff isn’t until about the six-minute mark.  Essentially, though, he told the Air Force higher-ups that they had a choice between making something that was only marginally-better than the F-111, or building something correctly from scratch.

Do you think you can ever trust a politician’s word

I really don’t have malevolent suspicions about others.

Maybe that’s a character flaw.

But I really don’t think most people are out to hurt others.

Politicians are, first and foremost, people.  In the vast majority of circumstances, they’re not to do anything bad.

The geriatric folks running Washington, aren’t trying to mess with anyone.

No, they may not understand Facebook or Bitcoin.  To me, that says they just shouldn’t try to control those things they don’t understand.

But, hey, let’s have the fucking FCC regulate the Intertubes!!1!

So, with the basic assumption that the vast majority of people don’t leave the house every single day looking for ways to screw others, you have to say that politicians aren’t either.

Would you be hesitant to ask a politician with a cell phone in his hand what time it is?

Well, he’s a politician, so he can’t be believed, amirite?