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Interesting controversy regarding the TSA eh?

Excuse my paranoia, but it seems to me that The Constitution is under attack by the very folks we elected to defend it?

Guess what? We're flying out of Logan tomorrow and the Will Family is locked and loaded i.e., we've got sandwiches, books, and the good ole U.S. Constitution in my back pocket. Oh, and a human rights lawyer on speed dial. So we're ready for whatever the TSA throws at us.

Okay Will Family show your game faces! We got a plan that'll mess with their heads -  dressing the ladies in Burkas (TSA policy: Muslims are a protected species - go figure) and I got a neat red Fez with a nifty tassle, sandels, and a pocket Koran. We're gonna stand our ground. So don't radioactivate me bro! And hands off our junk TSA pervs!

So if you hear about a family gettin hauled off to Sing Sing, then you know who they are.

Think the Pilgrims ever experienced government this bad? Even ole King James I wasn't this despotic.

Municipality Seeks Donations. Yes Donations!

It's only a matter of time before municipalities cry uncle.

What options do they have? Continue to tax the bejeepers outta its citizens; those who have the few jobs and themselves are on the verge. Sell assets - parks, stadiums, or outsource? Borrow? From who? Wall Street, the same folks who put us in this predicament? File bankruptcy under federal receivership itself near the edge? Or just plain beg. Well, Michigan has just such a situation.

You'll notice that Mt. Clemens does not collect taxes on 42% of property within its borders. Smells like  Worcester, MA home of the heartless non-profits?

N. Bunkley from the NYT reports: DETROIT — A Michigan city is pleading with churches, schools and a hospital for donations to help cover its staggering budget deficit.

The mayor of Mount Clemens, Barb Dempsey, sent a letter this week to 35 tax-exempt organizations asking them to voluntarily contribute to the city’s general fund, which pays for services like fire protection, streetlights and roads. Ms. Dempsey said the city has already drastically cut its expenses, having disbanded the police department six years ago, but still faces a $960,000 deficit that is projected to reach $1.5 million next year.

“Those are all services that they utilize at no cost to them,” Ms. Dempsey said. “We figured it can’t hurt to send out letters. If you don’t ask, you never know.”

Mount Clemens, about 25 miles northeast of Detroit, collects no taxes from 42 percent of the property within its borders. The 4.2-square-mile city has about 17,000 residents and is home to 26 churches, a hospital, several schools and the headquarters of Macomb County, the third largest in Michigan. If not exempt, the properties would pay at least $1.2 million, enough to wipe out the deficit, Ms. Dempsey said.

Holy Cross' Endowment: $492,679,761. Brother Can You Spare A Dime?

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So if the Jesuits take a vow of poverty what are they doing with $766 million in assets?

Heck, they even got $65 million in cash in the bank. Buys a whole lotta beer for their adolescent protégés. Or maybe buy a neighborhood for a playground where they can destroy the lives of hard working, god fearing, tax paying, voting townies.

Opps! Sorry bout that Wusta, but we're (HC) not responsible for their actions - they're off campus. Technicalities.

It's pretty hard to comprehend that a religious institution like HC would balk at forking over a measly couple hundred grand in PILOT when they pull in $130 million a year.

Just don't get it. I thought Catholic dogma was about helping one's fellow man. It does, but the folks in the Ivory Towers on College Hill don't subscribe to it. 

Lots of interesting stuff in their 990. Use the Foundations Center's search-able database to find other local non-profits.



Guy Glodis: Man of the People or Tool of the System?

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Interesting article in the Sunday Boston Globe about debt collectors. Even more interesting is the mention of our Sheriff Guy "let's clean up this har town" Glodis in the story. 

Ever wonder what the County Sheriff's job is? Managing just the county jail? No. It also includes stomping on folks when they're down on their luck. Seems to me that contradicts the PR he's spewed over the years. But whata I know. At least the streets are free of criminals and deadbeats. Or are they?

Reporter Beth Healy of the Boston Globe writes: Goldstone, the debtors’ bane, is back at it. Using legal loophole, hires others to collect. Keep in mind that in two weeks the link will be behind a paywall. So read the full story today.

He has been disbarred, put on notice by regulators, and briefly left town, but Daniel W. Goldstone, once among the state’s most aggressive debt collectors, is back, and state authorities say there’s nothing they can do about it.

Goldstone’s Norfolk Financial Corp. is again seeking payments on old court judgments against consumers who owe small debts, and his lawyer is hiring constables and sheriffs to tow away their cars to satisfy those bills, according to lawyers in the business and consumers he has sued. And he can do it without a license, regulators say, because of a loophole in state law: by hiring other attorneys to handle his cases and do the actual collecting.

Four years after a Globe Spotlight investigation detailed the harsh debt collection practices of Norfolk Financial among others — and how the small-claims court system permitted the activity and let sheriffs and constables profit from it — some consumers are again complaining about the same tac tics.

World's Smallest Political Quiz

I just love quizzes.

From the source: The World’s Smallest Political Quiz is a fast, fun, and accurate assessment of a person’s overall political views. The Quiz is composed of two parts: a new political map that is far more accurate than the old “Left-Right” line, and ten questions on specific political issues to help a Quiz taker find his place on that new political map.

Take the quiz at Advocates for Self Government.

My result? Centrist. Who woulda thunk?

But I still believe in the power of Molotov Cocktails.

I Hate To Tell You This...

I hate to be the one to tell you this, but...  With all due respect... I hear what you’re saying, but... I’m not a racist, but...  It really doesn’t matter to me, but... It’s not about the money, but... To be completely honest with you... Don’t take this the wrong way, but... No offense, but... I don’t mean to be rude, but...

Sound familiar? My antennae twitch when I hear those phrases. They're more than just cliches according to Erin McKean.

From the Sunday Boston Globe, Erin McKean writes:

I hate to be the one to tell you this, but there’s a whole range of phrases that aren’t doing the jobs you think they’re doing.

In fact, “I hate to be the one to tell you this” (like its cousin, “I hate to say it”) is one of them. Think back: How many times have you seen barely suppressed glee in someone who — ostensibly — couldn’t be more reluctant to be the bearer of bad news? A lack of respect from someone who starts off “With all due respect”? A stunning dearth of comprehension from someone who prefaces their cluelessness with “I hear what you’re saying”? And has “I’m not a racist, but...” ever introduced an unbiased statement?

These contrary-to-fact phrases have been dubbed (by the Twitter user GrammarHulk and others) “but-heads,” because they’re at the head of the sentence, and usually followed by but. They’ve also been dubbed “false fronts,” “wishwashers,” and, less cutely, “lying qualifiers.”

The point of a but-head is to preemptively deny a charge that has yet to be made, with a kind of “best offense is a good defense” strategy. This technique has a distinguished relative in classical rhetoric: the device of procatalepsis, in which the speaker brings up and immediately refutes the anticipated objections of his or her hearer. When someone says “I’m not trying to hurt your feelings, but...” they are maneuvering to keep you from saying “I don’t believe you — you’re just trying to hurt my feelings.”

Once you start looking for these but-heads, you see them everywhere, and you see how much they reveal about the speaker. When someone says “It’s not about the money, but...”, it’s almost always about the money. If you hear “It really doesn’t matter to me, but...”, odds are it does matter, and quite a bit. Someone who begins a sentence with “Confidentially” is nearly always betraying a confidence; someone who starts out “Frankly,” or “Honestly,” “To be (completely) honest with you,” or “Let me give it to you straight” brings to mind Ralph Waldo Emerson’s quip: “The louder he talked of his honor, the faster we counted our spoons.”

“No offense, but...” and “Don’t take this the wrong way, but...” are both warning flags, guaranteed to precede statements that are offensive, insulting, or both. “I don’t mean to be rude, but...” invariably signals the advent of breathtaking, blatant, write-in-to-Miss-Manners-style rudeness. (And when someone starts out by saying “Promise me you won’t get mad, but...” you might as well go ahead and start getting mad.)

Sometimes the but-heads are intended more apologetically than defensively, and serve as a helpful advance warning, leaving you free to reply in kind. Once someone has said “It’s (really) none of my business, but...” it’s entirely permissible (if slightly rude) to reply “You’re right, it is none of your business.” It’s also reasonable to reply “Well, then, don’t!” to someone who says “I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, but...”

Related to the but-head but coming at the end, rather than the beginning, of problematic statements are more aggressive disclaimers, such as “Nothing personal!” “Lighten up!” “Can’t you take a joke?” or “Just kidding,” none of which ever really seem to work to lighten the mood. There’s also the phrase meant to lessen the sting of something which could be perceived as criticism: “but not in a bad way.” (As in “It had a bit of a fishy taste...but, uh, not in a bad way.”)

Perhaps the ultimate but-head is the “I’m not saying” prefix, which always seems to mean “I’m pretending I’m not saying X, but really, I am.” This is a cousin to “I’m just being honest,” in which the crucially disingenuous word is “just” — people who use this phrase rarely feel the need to be “honest” about pleasant or complimentary things.

So if these words are so clearly dishonest that they’re essentially signals of dishonesty, what’s the motivation for hiding behind them? Why do people — why do nearly all of us — fall back on them from time to time?

It would be nice if we all stood behind our words instead of erecting walls of disclaimers in front of them. But it’s also human to want to mitigate people’s reactions when we say something negative. The phrases, in this sense, operate as almost a fingers-crossed superstitious protection: “If I say ‘no offense,’ maybe he won’t punch me!”

But our real need for these phrases may be rooted in something closer to self-delusion. We’d all like to believe we aren’t being spiteful, nosy, or less than forthcoming. To proclaim our innocence in this way is to assert that we are, indeed, innocent. Please don’t take this the wrong way — and really, I hate to say it — but the true audience for the but-head may not be our listeners, but ourselves.

Erin McKean is a lexicographer and founder of Wordnik.com. E-mail her at erin@wordnik.com

How To Skin A Lobster

Something I always wanted to know!

Thanks to some good ole Yankee ingenuity folks in Maine developed the Big Mother Shucker.

Wired.com reports: Sure, eating lobster is messy. But shucking one raw is even worse. Crack the shell and viscous hemolymph pours out, while green globs of liver and hepatopancreas dribble down your arms. They don’t make a bib big enough to save you from that kind of slop.

Luckily, they make big enough machines. At a former golf-shoe factory 13 miles from the Atlantic, workers at Shucks Maine Lobster drop up to 150 pounds of live lobsters into a perforated metal basket and sink them in the Avure 215L, a water-filled compression chamber affectionately known as the Big Mother Shucker. A pump pressurizes the water to 40,000 pounds per square inch—almost 2,700 times the pressure of the air around us, 60 times that of the deepest known lobster habitat, and more than twice the force at the bottom of the Pacific’s Mariana Trench.

At such extreme pressure, cellular activities cease, causing instant death, and the flesh disconnects from the exoskeleton. When the lobsters emerge six to eight minutes later, the succulent meat slips right out of the shell. The meat is then resubmerged in a bag, and the pressure is cranked up to 87,000 psi, destroying listeria and other food-borne bacteria. Because the force is uniform at all points, the flesh remains perfectly intact.

“Some folks from the FDA were up here last week,” Shucks owner John Hathaway says. “There was one woman who just wouldn’t smile at all. Then I had her shuck a lobster and she lit right up.” No one can resist the charm of the Big Mother Shucker.


Councilor Konnie's Tour de force

Been thinking about Councilor Konnie's social media Tour de force.

We googled our esteemed councilors to see what they’re doing with online technology nowadays. Unsurprising results.

What’s the purpose of having a Social Media Platform if the city councilors themselves have no online presence to speak off and most likely no idea what it is.

It's common knowledge that our esteemed Councilors have little or no interest in connecting with the electorate. Except at election time of course. To qualify that statement we put together a list of councilors and their preferred medium:
So there you have it. Four have made no attempt to make themselves accessible, four have a superficial presence i.e., a campaign blog, leaving only three who have capitalized on available technology.

But wait! Councilors do have email and telephone availability that you pay for. Betcha they get tons of calls and emails. Yeah, so big deal. Proves nothing. Emails and calls are easy to ignore. No wonder the response rate is horrible. Ain't that right Councilor Joff?

Bottom line? How can those people make an informed decision on a SMP when they themselves haven't capitalized on the rudimentary social communication platforms?

This is Wusta after all!

Keeping Uncle Sam Out Of Your Amazon Account

Very interesting 1st Amendment case going down in North Carolina.

You may be one who has no qualm exposing your privates on facebook or Twitter, but this issue is about to hit you where it really counts. So, heads up!

The initial take might look like a nexus tax issue, but it’s really a 1st Amendment issue. A very big one with repercussions affecting your pocketbook and your privacy.

Here's an excerpt from the Time article: The court case stems from a war over sales taxes between North Carolina and Amazon. The North Carolina tax department says Amazon failed to collect sales taxes on about 50 million transactions with North Carolinians between 2003 and early 2010. As part of a tax audit, North Carolina asked the e-commerce giant to provide, for this time period, "all information for all sales to customers with a North Carolina shipping address."

Post Hallowen Trauma

Halloween ain’t what it once was eh?

So it' settled. No more Halloween for the Wills. It’s officially dead.

Being conscientious when it comes to food, or politically correct (unlikely), your pick, this year we decided to hand out Apples and Oranges. Guess what? We got a face full from the local terror tots demanding candy.
About a dozen of em tossed our gifts on the lawn. This morning I saw a few oranges & apples smashed along the street. I dutifully cleaned it up. Nice guy huh?

Although most of the folks were polite. We even got a  compliment from a mother for being PC. But some dad got pretty pissed and harangued me, calling me a cheap SOB. Little did he know how true it is.

In particular we were really annoyed by the kids who wore no costume - usually older kids - who showed up holding a garbage bag. No blurting out Trick or Treat - just stood there and gave me a stupid look. After the 3rd or 4th kid I balked. Told em to get lost; get a costume and come back.

The deal breaker was a mother and daughter (cute pink piglet costume) team collecting for UNICEF or sumptin UN. Looked legit - had pamphlets. Thing is, she didn't ask, she demanded money. No smooth talking, just wanted me fork over some cash - no checks she said. No way, I said. She then mouthed off sumptin about kids in Ethiopia. I told her to go see Mayor Joe. I'm telling ya folks, lot of freaking attitude out there.

We've had it. No more sugar bombs for any kids. No more forking out $50 every year to feed a bunch of pimply fat kids with attitude. What for? I'd rather treat my kids to something nice than give it to a bunch of #@%&^s strangers.

The last couple years we’ve been gettin pretty annoyed by the kids, now it's the parents have become the problem. What is this country coming to?

So, that's it. No more Halloween at the Will's house!

Now if only Christmas would be canceled ;>