Author: therealtruckmaster

I am the Real Truckmaster: 1. I am a born-again Christian (a sinner saved by the grace of God). 2 I am a retired US Army Transportation Sergeant First Class (E-7), my last position of assignment was as the "Truckmaster" of the US Army Transportation Motor Pool in Yokohama Japan (1989-90). 3. I am an amateur military historian. 4. I am a Thailand Veteran of the Vietnam War. 5. I detest "Politics as Usual". 6. I'm pro-life (Abortion is murder) and there is no justification or excuse for it. 7. I believe that we must place the security and welfare of America First! Clarification of Real Truckmaster Blogs For those who follow my blog posts on RTM blogs let me clarify and clear up some confusion. I write highlighting the inconsistencies and hypocrisy of the far-left's war on anything Trump. There are too many willing to argue without merit and I would be remiss attempting to argue against their ignorance, they have way too much experience. My writings are my personal opinion intended to be educational in nature, a bit humorous, satirical, while being informative providing food for thought, which is sorely lacking today. For those who find my posts offensive, I am truly sorry, you have the right NOT to read them as have many before you. I will not attempt to change your mind politically, but provide the opportunity to show something you may wish to consider, thereby illuminating prejudice and misinformation! - I am the Real Truckmaster!

Blame It On Corona

5-6-2020

 

Blame It On Corona

 

Have you seen the reports of dairy farmers dumping milk, egg producing farms smashing eggs and vegetable farms plowing under their fields all because of COVID-19? It sounds unbelievable because when you go into the grocery store eggs and poultry are limited per purchase, pork and beef are as well and milk and vegetable prices are rather low for consumer purchases. That is going on not only here in the US but in Canada as well. So what’s going on? Who’s behind it?

 

Ranchers are being told to prevent cows from producing milk, reduce pig herds and more because of the Coronavirus is making it harder for farmers to sell their products. I’m no expert and neither are others who raise the question WHY?

 

Have people suddenly begun eating less? – I think not.

 

Are restaurants no longer preparing and serving meals? – Everywhere we have meals to go.

 

What about land prices? Is there a soon to be flood of small farms and ranches going under? If so who is standing in the wings waiting to snatch up these soon to be available properties?

 

What’s happening in Mexico, South America, Europe, and Asia and throughout the civilized world?

 

First we have the Corona affecting virtually the entire world. Economies have shut down with few exceptions. In the US we have a nation that has been shut down and now state after state are starting to open up only to be faced with a lack of necessary food products. I’m not an alarmist but ALARM, ALARM, ALARM bells are going off in my head!

 

A recent report gave reference to a high percentage of stock shares of major meat processing plants are owned by China.

 

Let that sink in!

 

Americans have been pushed into a corner and soon it will be time to come out swinging. Am I ready? Are you ready?

 

China has leveraged itself into the European Union’s 5G market and that threatens our national security. The Defense Department is prepares to move Americas military intelligence assets away from the 5G foreign influence. We have 5G all over the place here at in the US, so does that mean that OUR 5G networks tie into those of China? Will pulling the plug on 5G result in a tremendous sucking sound as the internet goes down the vortex of a black hole?

 

We maybe should seriously begin looking at China and the origins of the SARS-Cov-2 (COVID-19) after all it all started with the Wuhan Virus, right? – I am the Real Truckmaster!

 

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Born in the Wrong Era

5-6-2020

 

Born in the Wrong Era

 

Were you or someone you know just born in the wrong century? They should have been riding with Jesse James or Daniel Boone or maybe Davy Crockett? For me that someone is my brother Jess. I write this lovingly as a tribute to one of my favorite brothers who I’ve always felt was born in the wrong era. To many he’s known as dad, grandpa, uncle, cousin or plain old Jess. I’m glad he wasn’t born in an earlier era or we might have missed the wilder parts of life.

 

As kids the four Wilson boys were a tight knit group. It was like putting a bobcat in a gunnysack and there was always someone poking that gunnysack – that’d be Jess. We had lots of squabbles which ended up at times resembling a dogpile with Jerry, Johnnie, and Jesse and of course me (someone had to get to the top of the pile) it wasn’t always easy.

 

I’d have to say Jess never took the road less traveled. In fact you might even say he made his own way, quite often at his own expense. Jess loved being outdoors. He thrived and survived in the wilderness areas of Idaho and Oregon or wherever the trail took him.

 

I can only scratch the surface recounting his running days of herding sheep as he evaded the law after escaping St. Anthony Juvenile Detention Center in Southern Idaho only to be caught and taken back.

 

Jess liked to tinker with stuff. He used to ride an old Indian motorcycle which had a suicide shift. On at least one occasion he had someone pull him, on an old gravel road trying to get it started.

 

Another completely unrelated time Jess rode into Homedale leather and all, headed straight back to the john to relieve himself and frightened the sole occupant inside so bad that guy took off running out of the place for dear life. Jess came out a bit later and as he was fixing to leave he came face to face with a huge Guamanian police officer. As best as I remember Jess stopped, looked up at him and thought to himself, “Why not”? Jess took a swing at the cop and doesn’t remember much else except being in the slammer (a pattern you might say)?

 

Actually Jess is a mountain man at 5’8” or thereabouts depending on how he puts his boots on. Jess has worked as a truck driver, lumberjack and plain old trapper, hunter and mushroom picker. He’s had more bodily ailments and broken bones than anyone has a right to survive.

 

Jess lives in the mountains around Ola, Idaho just an hour’s drive north of Boise with his wife Diane and however many kids and grandkids at times as many as he can cram into his place. On the lighter side Jess is a musician and song writer. He can jump on a piano or guitar and I often wonder if he plays logs and trees while out traipsing through the woods? One of his songs that seemed to capture the little ones is called “Empty Bucket”.

 

Jess can make you laugh, cry and wanna run and hide. He can sing, shoot and holler with the best of them. One time Jess was trying to figure out how to secure his rifle to the mirror-arm of his little pickup. I asked him what he was doing? (Notice I already said what he was doing, right?) Jess looked at me as he was working and said he received his handicapped hunting permit so he could hunt from the car. Jess was so laid up at the time he could barely walk. Mystified I asked him, “Who’s gonna carry your game to the car if you get one?” He looked at me and said “I never thought of that”. That’s my brother, my little brother Jess. He has a whole passel of kids (all grown now) and a mess of grandkids that keep him from becoming bored.

 

Did I say that Jess likes to tinker with things? He used to fix dad’s lawnmowers so dad could set up in the front yard or out by the road and sell used lawnmowers. Jess fixed em and dad sold em. All too often dad had to take em back and get Jess to fix em again and again.

 

More recently my youngest brother Jered done went and wrecked his pickup truck on the roads outside of Ola or Sweet. The other guy smacked into him so hard the insurance company just wrote it off as a total loss. Jered got a newer truck and guess who bought the totaled truck – yup Jess! Jess found that bondo or some version of super glue worked on mending the transmission so he could drive it. I don’t know if it worked long term, but I wouldn’t be surprised if Jess wouldn’t find a way to take the transmission out of a Ford Falcon and make it work on an F250 truck!

 

Just so you don’t get any ideas that Jess has done kicked the bucket. He didn’t or I’d a heard it all the way here in Colorado. No Jess is very much alive and kicking, just not as fast or hard as he used to. I’m a figuring that Jess is gonna have himself a birthday on the 13th of May and he still has a long way to go before he exceeds the speed limit on I-80.

 

Jess used to talk about moving to Alaska where there weren’t so many people and the government didn’t control you! (Ha – Ha – Ha) Yah Right!

 

I wish Jess a HAPPY BIRTHDAY as he turns 69 years old. – You’re older brother – the Real Truckmaster!

 

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The Heart Attack (Updated)

'Your diet is so bad that your arteries are all blocked, but the angioplasty should open things up and get the maple syrup flowing again.'

5-4-2020

 

The Heart Attack

(Updated)

 

I just read a post from an old army buddy and FB friend Galen Slatter who recently went thru a heart attack, the angioplasty and is back home. This got me to thinking about my time in the hospital.

 

My tale of woe happened just 3 days before my 49th birthday way back in 1998, I had taken our dog to the groomer up the street for a haircut. Back at home I grabbed a cup of coffee and went into my home travel agency office in the basement. I’m not sure how much time elapsed but I began feeling pain in my chest. It was like a brick was being pressed down really hard so I went through the steps to shut down my computer (the correct way), then I walked into my wife’s home beauty salon clutching my chest.

 

She too one look at me and asked if I was ok as I was white as a ghost? She left her customer to let herself out and lock up. We live about 2 minutes away from Peterson AFB. I was clutching my chest, while she drove through the gate to the USAF hospital that had recently downgraded to a clinic. As we parked and began to get out of the car we spotted this huge sign over the old ER entry way, “NO EMERGENCY ROOM”.

 

We were helped inside by an active duty airman on crutches and as we went thru the doorway he hollered “This man’s having a heart attack”! (That’s what I managed to tell him on the way in.)

 

From out of nowhere (or everywhere) there were doctors, nurses and corpsmen all over me, getting me on a gurney, checking my pulse, asking lots of questions and then one of them got on the phone and CALLED 911. Like What?

 

Why would a hospital (er clinic) call 911? Aren’t they the subject matter experts in this kind of thing?

 

My wife’s primary doctor was there. He kept asking me questions, ie: do I have high blood pressure. I told him no, my wife has high blood pressure, somebody keep an eye on her!

 

The doctor began giving me some little tablets (Nitro) which didn’t do a thing.

 

Soon an ambulance arrived (hence the 911 call) and I was whisked away at given more of those little tablets, nothing. We made it to a local hospital where my pastor was waiting inside the ER entrance.

 

A cardiac surgeon came out of the elevator and away we went upstairs and into the operating room. I was awake as they ran the angioplasty thingy thru the artery and up to the blockage and inserted a stint. Offhand I don’t remember the numbers but they were something like 99% blockage on one side, I’m not sure about the other side, although I could go into my records to see the actual numbers.

 

Well after the blockage was cleared the pain stopped. They inserted a stent and I thought good now I can go home now. I told the ER nurse I was ready to go home, but no the doctor wanted to keep me in the hospital for observation for a couple of nights before releasing me.

 

It’s was a good thing I went into the ICU and later that evening I began getting hungry. The nurse was able to get an apple and it tasted real good. I’m not sure how long, but an hour or so I exploded. Vomiting up applesauce, apple parts and apple bits all over my ICU suite. I’m sure the nurses on duty weren’t pleased with their new patient.

 

I finally settled down to sleep and awoke with a sort of wet, sticky feeling somewhere near my nether regions. So I pressed that red button and the nurse popped in. She appeared a bit irritated like I took her away from something important as she asked what I needed.

 

I asked her if I was supposed to be wet and sticky. She pulled away the sheet and panicked. While she climbed up on the bed she shouted for backup. She was applying pressure to the femoral artery (where the angioplasty had been inserted). It seems that the tourniquet had come loose and I had begun to bleed out. Made me glad that I was still in the hospital.

 

They moved me into a recovery room the next day and night, plenty of time for my family to come visit. One of my two grandkids at the time was about 4 years old, asked me if the doctor took out my heart. I told him YES, papa has no heart. Then told him no everything was ok.

 

Surprise, surprise my mom and dad drove up from Boise, Idaho. I was surprised because they had trouble with the altitude at 6000 feet. They stayed for a few days to insure I would be ok. I was working at a teleconference company so I asked my mom drive me over to the company so I could let them know I would be out of work for a couple of weeks – doctor’s orders.

 

When I walked into the call center my supervisor saw me and asked why I was there? I told her something like don’t you have me on a call this hour? Not funny. Anyway I told her about the doctor’s orders and she said she knew already.

 

It seems one of my daughters called and told her about my heart attack and would be out for a couple of weeks.

 

Well as you can probably tell I survived and didn’t lose my Wilson sense of humor, thank goodness or the next 23 years would have been a bust. – I am the Real Truckmaster!

 

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Say No to MADE IN CHINA – Really?

No to Made in China

5-2-2020

 

Say No to MADE IN CHINA – Really?

 

People say the CORONAVIRUS is the only thing that China has made that lasted. What about the Great Wall of China, I think it’s been around at least longer than the 2010 Karate Kid movie with Jackie Chan and Jaden Smith.

 

When I hear “Don’t buy it if it says “Made in China” I say – YEAH”! Then I chuckle to myself and say do they really know what they’re saying, probably not? I mean it sounds good and it will surely punish China for springing that nasty virus on us and on the world around us. However we don’t really know what or how much of a product is made in China now do we?

 

I liken it to holding a nail while someone else hits it with a hammer. Who’s really being punished the one steading the nail or holding the hammer?

 

Think about it.

 

We’ve come to realize that over a relatively short period of time our government has removed the requirement for country of origin on product labeling because it produces an unfair advantage for products produced in the USA over those made elsewhere.

 

Recently we’ve been made aware that China produces a huge quantity of our prescription medications and I don’t think it is stamped on each pill or packaging material either.

 

Go to your favorite store like Walmart, Target, K-Mart, Dollar Tree, Family Dollar or Dollar General and look to see how many products are made here in the good old USA? Let me know how that pans out for you? Try ordering something online and chances are it was imported from or ordered directly from factories in China.

 

Now we had this discussion several years ago about automobiles. We don’t yet import any from China, but we did from Japan for a long time. Now we manufacture many models right here in the USA with brand names like Toyota, Honda, Hyundai, Fiat and Mercedes. Trouble is many of them are assembled in Canada or Mexico too.

 

So if we want to protect ourselves from buying a Chinese made American flag we’d stand a better chance of looking for a snowball in the inferno of hades.  Don’t go through your house looking for Made in China or you’d probably just end up with an empty house.

 

I’d say do your due diligence and seek out products made in USA and begin replacing those made elsewhere, but take your time about it. It wasn’t that long ago when Made in USA wasn’t a good thing. Workers did only what was required to get a paycheck. Quality was not a priority. Look at the US Post Office or airline baggage handlers – how often do they misplace things or fail to deliver but still continue working there? Someone once said when you do a job make it good enough to put your name on it showing the world you’re proud of your work. Men have stamped their name on an idea well before it was trendy. Look around and tell me who knows the actual name of Inspector #12? – I am the Real Truckmaster!

 

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Where Does Your Rubber Meet the Road?

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5-3-2020

 

Where Does Your Rubber Meet the Road?

 

Time for a little self-reflection, long haul truckers and bikers know it’s important to keep the shiny side up and the rubber side down. Bikers say it’s the journey not the destination and truckers deliver the goods. There is a lot more than meets the eye and all too often we are just too busy to stop and smell the roses (Thanks Mac Davis).

 

Football players know to get that pigskin across the goal because winning is everything as they seek that trophy and the coveted Super Bowl ring. It takes lots of practice to hone the skills and develop the stamina needed to make it, yet not everyone does. There are winners and losers in every game.

 

Students know a diploma or certificate is their goal at every level from kindergarten to graduate or trade school. Every test measures their level of understanding against themselves and their peers.

 

Emergency medical technicians and other first responders know their actions so often determine the outcome in the struggle for life over death. It is never just a routine stop or call for law enforcement, being prepared for the unexpected is always necessary.

 

Soldiers know that freedom is never free. They lay their lives on the line at home or abroad and on the field of battle to accomplish the mission so they can return to family and friends.

 

Parents know that family is important and every child is a gift from almighty God, the creator of life. Their hopes and dreams become our hope for a brighter future. May they learn from the mistakes of the past and press on toward the high calling that God has placed on their lives. Every soul is important to God and every life matters.

 

As you travel the highway of life remember that every job is important. Every task is to be done right. Every step is a step forward. Never travel back over the road to regret. There are no second chances to make a first impression and that water under the bridge washes into a gateway of possibilities for someone else. What is important to you? Where does your rubber meet the road? – I am the Real Truckmaster!

 

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Forgotten Soldiers

Forgotten Soldiers

 

It was August 2013 after joining a Vietnam Veterans forum online that I wrote an article explaining the plight American military personnel stationed in Thailand during the Vietnam War came face to face with after the war and in the years since. I entitled the article “The Insignificant and Unknown of the Vietnam War”. Needless to say someone took offense to my article and went so far as to accuse me of stolen valor by calling me a wannabe and I should be ashamed of wearing the ribbons. For those who were there and those who read the hit job on me it was just a tip of the iceberg. I didn’t write something to elicit empathy, sympathy or a kind warm fuzzy by someone reading the article. So let me delve into that pit one more time and hopefully calmer heads will prevail.

 

America went to war in the “Second Indochina Conflict” or dubbed by the Vietnamese as “The American War” we called it the “Vietnam War”. Like many of my brothers and sisters in arms who answered the call we went, we served and we came home to a country that had completely changed. Many can relate to what happened after 9/11 or more recently after COVID-19 as the country headed into a new era.

 

Back in the 60s and 70s we came home to hippies, drugs and wild orgies sweeping across America. Many of us missed being part of that, but came home to an “in-your-face” hostile environment. We were verbally assaulted, spit on. Instead of returning as conquering heroes for doing our duty for our country, we were made to feel like second class citizens.

 

For Thailand Veterans of the Vietnam War we had another battle altogether. We were truly the insignificant and unknown participants of the Vietnam War. Many in country Vietnam veterans only knew of Bangkok when they went on R & R. Had they been stationed in Thailand they would have seen a totally different side of the war. For us there was no R & R. We were there for a 12 month tour (same as in Vietnam) and we were hard charging all the time 24/7/365. Most of us were the support troops doing paperwork, shuffling forms, processing payrolls and conducting personnel actions for everyone in our individual units, including the flight crews flying combat missions out of Royal Thai Air Force Bases, across the fence and into the skies over Vietnam, Laos and Cambodia.

 

Some of us traversed unknown territory over primitive unfinished roadways hauling ammunition, explosive devices (bombs), beer, sodas, toilet paper, construction supplies and refrigerated products out of cold storage warehouses. If it was requested through the supply system we delivered it.

 

We conducted military training for mechanics, truck drivers and aircraft pilots for Royal Thai and Laotian personnel so they too could join in the fight against communism. Every job mattered and none were too small or too large. Many of us extended our 12 month tour as a way of insuring that supplies would continue to be delivered in spite of unit being constantly understrength. I served in Thailand from February 1968 until July 1970 then went back home and into a culture I did not know or enjoy.

 

I didn’t plan on a life in the military but I chose to return to active duty and what I found was the acceptance of my Thailand service by my fellow soldiers was completely lacking. As the drawdown of military forces in Southeast Asia was in full swing in the early 1970s I soon found myself in units being reactivated after combat tours in Vietnam. Some of the personnel were Vietnam veterans while others were fresh out of advanced training.

 

During a uniform inspection I was chastised for not wearing a combat patch on my dress uniform with my Vietnam ribbons. That was when I began to see a dividing line between those who were in country and those who were not. I hate to break it to them but I was in country, just not Vietnam. I soon learned not to talk about my Thailand service unless it was with someone who had been there and done that and had the shirt.

 

Later in my career my unit was preparing for an impending military action into a country I had been stationed in after Thailand. I was told that because I had no combat experience I would be entrusted with unit personnel who were not being deployed. It’s even possible that lack of combat experience affected my promotions.

 

You see in the military it’s not so much about location as it is about the job. Everyone is trained to be an infantryman first and a specialist second. A support becomes a combat support and functioning regardless of the environment is as important as shooting a weapon and taking up a defensive position.

 

After more than 22 years of active duty in countries around the globe doing what must be done to accomplish the mission having someone who spent maybe 3 years in the military with 12 months of combat experience chastise me for putting on my uniform or wearing my authorized awards and decorations does not phase me.

 

It’s hard to believe that I’ve been retired longer than I was on active duty and I’m still fighting this battle, but this time it’s a battle with my own government. It seems that while in Southeast Asia in the 1960s and 1970s exposed me to various herbicides which began to noticeably attack my body several years after leaving active duty. Over time it became more apparent and so much so that I began having medical issues attributed to herbicide exposure. My battle is for the VA to recognize my exposure for treatment and compensation. The VA says that because I didn’t have “boots-on-the-ground” in Vietnam I must prove I had duty “at or near the perimeter” of a military base and I must also show proof that I was exposed to herbicides and at a specific base.

 

Sometimes I feel that us Forgotten Soldiers are supposed to lie down, shut up and simply fade away! – I am the Real Truckmaster!

 

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Case of Mistaken Identity

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5-1-2020

 

Case of Mistaken Identity

 

I thought it appropriate to start off the new month of May with stories of mistaken identity. People have a tendency to look at you and say you look just like your mom or dad while some think you are an actor or somebody important. Let me say right up front that you are somebody important. God created only 1 of you and nobody else will do. I personally have never been mistaken for a movie star or a famous public figure but I have been mistaken as to who I really was and looks can be deceiving.

 

In my senior year of high school I went to school with my Uncle Gary. When asked if we were related (we were both the same age and seniors) they always thought we were cousins. I don’t know that I ever got that point across?

 

While in the Army stationed in Colorado I had taken a trip to Idaho to go hunting with the folks. I followed them as we wound up, around and through the mountains in Idaho arriving at the campsite just as it was getting dark. My brother Jess had stepped out to talk with the folks and I guess I had run a bit behind. As I approached the van stopped in the middle of the road Jess saw me coming and told dad to pull over so this pickup could get by. I was military and carried Idaho plates so he didn’t recognize me or my vehicle. Dad said that’s just your brother Joe behind us.

 

There was the time when I came to visit the folks in Boise and often it was to take mom or dad to a doctor appointment. One time mom had a followup with her primary doctor and I drove her to the hospital. I dropped her off at the main entrance and met her up at the 2nd or 3rd floor where her doctor’s office was. She was sitting down as I got to the waiting room. Shortly they called her for the check in procedure and then took her back to a room to wait for the doctor. A nurse came to me in the waiting room and said I could come back to where my wife was and wait with her for the doctor. As we went back I told her that was not my wife, but my mom.

 

Several times I’d come to Boise to visit the folks and inevitably I’d go see dad in rehab. Quite often a nurse or attendant would ask if we were related. I’d either say he was my brother or they named him after me. Then dad would say that’s my oldest boy from Colorado. We’d really throw them off when my brothers Jess and Jered would show up, because we didn’t look anything alike (I don’t wear a beard well). One of us would cop a Wilson joke and we’d all laugh!

 

Mom didn’t always agree with our jokes either. Especially, when we were in the other room all talking about how as kids we were angels. She’d let out a holler “No You Weren’t” that kept us rolling on the floor laughing. I’d tell her, “Maw, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.”

 

Probably the last laugh was when we were young, growing up together in and around Homedale, Idaho where mom had went to school. We’d go into a store and someone would ask whose kids she was babysitting? She’d say I’m not babysitting these are my boys. By age 21 she had 4 boys 1 redhead and 3 blondes.

 

That red-headed stepchild joke didn’t always set well with me and those blond jokes probably didn’t set well with my brothers either. One time that I know of my brother Jess got stopped by ICE because they thought he was illegal, but no he was just a Wilson.

 

It’s times like these when I miss mom, dad and brother John – RIP guys, Until we meet again. For the rest of us we meet online or on the phone every now and again. Love you guys! – I am the Real Truckmaster!

 

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Patriots and Patriotism

4-30-2020

 

Patriots and Patriotism

 

I’m reminded that patriots are both born and made and love our Country, its flag and the Constitution come in all sizes and political persuasions. Above all we give thanks to God for it is his grace that our nation exists. The Word of God is the basis for our Constitution that declares everyone is created equal and endowed with certain unalienable rights given not by a state or a federal government, but by almighty God. One can be a patriot without shoving it down someone else’s throat. Patriotism is infectiously displaying love for one’s country and all that it stands for.

 

Symbolically in the United States we celebrate the birth of our nation every 4th of July.  Traditionally there are parades, fireworks and hotdogs at public parks across our great nation. It is a time of showing off the Red, White and Blue; the stars and stripes and paying tribute to our first responders and to our military that protect us and our freedoms every day.

 

It is not necessary to have been in the military to be patriotic, yet everyone who has served in the military overseas comes to appreciate seeing the Stars and Stripes waving above a military compound or an American Embassy in a foreign land. President John F. Kennedy once said “Ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country”.

 

The Land of Opportunity is what draws immigrants from across the globe for the opportunity to live the American dream. They come for a better life for themselves and their families in a land where hard work and freedom brings happiness.

 

We’ve been afforded a new focus because of the COVID-19 pandemic of 2020. We’ve seen how private industry and public office can come together and do the seemingly impossible. Let us not waste the opportunity we’ve been given.

 

Politics is a chicken with a left wing and a right wing, at the end of the day it’s still a chicken.

 

This is a presidential election year that comes about every 4 years. Don’t listen to the hype from either political aisle. Take lightly what is broadcast over the airwaves or across the internet. Think about what’s important to you, freedom – to worship God; protect and raise a family; start a business; or to travel? There are those who promise the moon yet are unable to deliver; who threaten to impose restrictions by altering or ignoring the rights guaranteed under the Constitution. Don’t be fooled.

 

As American citizens one of the basic rights we cherish is the right to vote, to make our voices heard and not that of a political party. Be sure to cast your vote for the candidate that represents YOU best. It’s not about political party it’s about you, your family and the American dream. Let your voice be heard and your vote count. – I am the Real Truckmaster!

 

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A Case for Returning to Normal

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4-30-2020

 

A Case for Returning to Normal

 

We are at the very end of April and life as we knew it was torn asunder January 1st, (New Year’s Day) 2020 as a new invisible enemy was unleashed upon the world and we entered the era of Corona. What we knew or thought we knew could have filled a thimble. At first it looked like a simple distraction from the Congressional circus was announced in Washington.

 

Set to be the most important event in the history of the nation – The Impeachment of President Donald J. Trump drew the focus of America toward the US Senate as the Trial phase was about to begin and an invisible enemy crept into the nation and around the world. Admittedly the world was dealing with a virtual unknown. At first there was shock as the great unknown spread across the globe. First recognized in December 2019 from an open meat market at Wuhan, China it was quickly labeled SARS-CoV-2 as the second Coronavirus. The SARS like virus was dubbed COVID-19 for the illness caused by human to human contact.

 

Panic mode set in as people feared the unknown and began panic buying of cleaning supplies, toilet paper and hand sanitizer. Hospitals, medical professionals and governments were caught unprepared and storage supplies of Personal Protective Equipment were soon threatening to be exhausted.

 

As if a single hand went up, governments across the globe began to close their border and prepare for the projected onslaught of massive death and destruction thought to be coming. Initially schools and businesses were also closed and entire households were driven toward self-quarantine in what we now call “Stay-At-Home” orders issued at every level of every government.

 

While working to figure out how to best deal with this new pandemic factories, small businesses and individuals began working to manufacture hand sanitizer and PPE on a massive scale, never seen before except in time of war.

 

Health departments began modeling and predicting massive infections and historically high projected death tolls resulting from COVID-19 (Corona). In the US alone medical professionals were called into active service from our inactive reserves and emergency portable field hospitals were set up in various states with high population areas. Virus testing, treatment and contact tracing have begun.

 

After 60 days of self-isolation, social distancing and wearing protective face coverings we are becoming complacent in our little “safe zones”. What many of us are not doing is working. That means incomes have been drastically cut to zero and savings nest eggs are being depleted. On the national level stimulus checks are being sent to US taxpayers and businesses large and small are receiving government assistance.

 

States are slowly waking up to the need to get businesses open again and people back to work. Families have been relegated to online classes for students of all ages. Religious services are almost completely online. Work from home is encouraged for all businesses where practical.

 

What about the massive death totals that we were told would be happening? At first health officials were encouraging medical facilities to code all deaths as COVID, whether the primary or secondary cause. Several states decided to move COVID patients INTO select nursing homes resulting in undoubtedly higher mortality rates. State veterans homes were not immune as understaffed and an overabundance of infected COVID patients resulted in extremely high mortality.

 

There are independent and scientific medical data collections going on as we speak. Charts and graphs depict growing numbers of people tested, large amounts of people testing positive, yet proportionately smaller amount of COVID deaths. Compared to the flu (A & B) or just about any other type of mortality, COVID deaths are in fact minuscule. I don’t want to minimize any death, as each one is devastating for the families and loved ones left behind. What has not been said or made it into the headlines is that we as a nation have been driven by a spirit of fear; of the unknown or the unexpected. It is time to change directions. It is now time to return to normal. Go back not to business as usual, but to common sense living where everyone looks out for their neighbor, treating others with respect and standing up for the underdog. – I am the Real Truckmaster!

 

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Corruption Within The Democratic Party

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4-28-2020

 

Corruption Within the Democratic Party

 

It is so in your face that today we see it as the norm in politics but hasn’t it always been that way? I wonder if it is bred and groomed in colleges and universities across this nation. It stands to reason that as many politicians are attorneys or lawyers there has to be a common denominator in the culture of educational “institutions of higher learning” an oxymoron if there ever was. Attorney’s study the law and doctors study medicine and both take an oath. One to defend the accused, the other to save human life and both are noble causes worth pursuing. Our culture and our very lives depend upon them.

 

The issues come to the surface when the learned ones begin to see themselves as the savior of a cause and they veer of their original path and into politics. The question of when corruption began in what is the oldest existing political party in the United States the Democratic Party and can be traced back to the party’s origin and heritage.

 

The Jeffersonian Democratic-Republican Party of the 1790s was known as the party of the “common man”. The early Democratic Party stood for individual rights, state sovereignty, and opposed banks and the abolition of slavery. Let that sink in!

 

During the 1832 – 1950s the Democrats usually bested the opposition Whig Party by narrow margins. In the Civil War era from 1860 to 1932 the Great Depression the Republican Party rose out of the Whig Party and was dominant in presidential politics. During this same period the Democrats proved more competitive with the Republicans in Congressional politics. The Democratic Party split between the Bourbon Democrats who represented the Eastern business interest; and the agrarian elements comprising of poor farmers in the South and West, beginning the progressive movement in the US. Beginning with Franklin D. Roosevelt in 1932 during the Great Depression the party’s progressive liberal policies and programs with the New Deal coalition combatted the emergency bank closings and the continuing financial depression since the Wall Street Crash of 1929 and later leading up to World War II. Democrats controlled the lower house of the Congress (Representatives) from 1930 until 1994 and the Senate for most of that same period, electing the Speaker of the House and the Representatives’ majority leaders/committee chairs along with the upper house of the Senate’s majority leaders and committee chairmen. Important Democratic progressive/liberal leaders included Harry S. Truman, Lyndon B. Johnson, John F. Kennedy, Robert F. Kennedy, and Ted Kennedy who carried the flag for modern American liberalism. Democrats have also won five out of the last eleven presidential elections, but lost the Electoral College with Al Gore and Hillary Clinton.

 

The Democratic Party in Congress has opposed EVERY Republican president since Richard Nixon and the Congressional Black Caucus began blatantly boycotting of Republican presidential State of the Union speeches to Congress as a show of disrespect that continues with Donald Trump.

 

What I don’t understand is how Democratic states have negative cash flow issues at many levels. Schools and infrastructure repairs not made after federal funds have been acquired and money simply disappeared? Democratic states provide free housing, medical and money to illegal aliens then governors seeking more federal disaster funding to make up the gap? Those who question what happened to the money are shouted out as hate-mongers and racists for even asking.

 

The corruption is so widespread and common place in America so much that it is acceptable behavior. The media ignore reports of misappropriation of funds and mismanagement while running with fake news designed to place Republican politicians in a negative political light. Minorities are expected to eat, sleep and vote democrat or else. So how is it that the party of the “common man” has become the party that bullies and harasses the common man into submission for the sake of their votes? It is the Democratic Party that pushes the liberalism agenda where robbing Peter to pay Paul actually takes productivity away from both. Absolute power corrupts absolutely and the Democratic Party has become the poster child of corruption in government in America. – I am the Real Truckmaster!

 

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