The Future Governor of Michigan

The message should be clear these days that the level of corruption in our current government can not be underestimated. The woman who said she was going to fix the roads instead, killed the economy, shut down schools, bankrupted businesses and individuals, and participated in the theft of an election. But enough about Whitmer. What do we know about the next person we need to sit in the office of Governor?

The people of Michigan, those who live above the liberal line of the southern quarter of the state, want one thing, to be left alone. They don’t want mask mandates, mandatory vaccines, businesses shut down because of a germ that might kill grandma, or a tax on their vehicle that gets them to work and back. The policies of the Whitmer/ Biden administration have been an on-going war against rural America that keeps this country running. It is not uncommon to drive down a country road and see a “don’t tread on me” flag flying next to the American flag.

Schools have one job, to teach reading, writing and arithmetic. If a school is caught teaching anything outside of the basic courses, then they lose funding and the teachers are to be fired. If needed the teacher’s union at this point needs to be busted. Critical Race Applied Practices or CRAP, needs to stay out of schools from kindergarten to college. If what the teacher is telling students has nothing to do with their future profession or living life, they are wasting tax payer dollars and need to be fired. Schools don’t tech kids how to balance check books or how credit cards work but they want to focus on boys can be girls and white privilege. Parents don’t want this. The parents, through their taxes pay these schools. At this point the property taxes collected through the county to pay these schools is an organized collection of extortion that is funding an agenda the tax payers did not agree to. Cut the funding or cut the CRAP, your choice.

Cut the pay of every elected and appoint position in the state. Many of the people who work under the governor have inflated pay rates of six figures in a state where the average citizen makes five figures. Cut the rates of political positions to hire the people who really want the job and are not just looking for a payout for doing nothing.

Get rid of the DMV. We already know this office can function without being open thanks to covid. Have people register their vehicles online or through the mail. Cut the rates of registration which is really a tax on a necessary purchase.

All citizens receive a voter registration card on their 18th birthday along with their registration for the draft. This should not be optional and should be automatic on the day they can legally vote. The option should come when they choose to voter or not.

First, no government office has the right to claim a business is “non-essential”. If a business is closed the business needs to be compensated for loses or not be forced to pay taxes for the time they were closed.

No government official has the right to force a landlord to house a person who has not paid rent for extended periods of time. If this is done the landlord can not be forced to pay taxes on said property and the loss of income needs to be paid by the government who caused the loss.

Fix the pipes in flint. All funds used to pay state officials shall be diverted to the cost of replacing pipes in flint until all pipes have been replaced. Snyder shall also be brought up on charges of recklessness and child abuse.

Hunting licenses shall not be needed for hunting on private land.

Any app on cell phones in the state of Michigan are not aloud to record the owner or collect information on the user.

Telemarketing shall be illegal in the state of Michigan for landline phones and cell phones.

More to come…


Idle Hands

Part one

The following series is more of a therapy for what I had experience over the last four years and hopefully a show of support for those who experienced something similar. If you were to ask me what was the hardest or toughest experience of my life you might expect me to say having my daughter in the NICU for 91 days after being born at 23 weeks and weighing just over a pound. That would be the wrong answer. No, there was something worse that happened to me, a form of mental abuse that doesn’t go away, I know this because even after moving, working several different jobs, and finding ways to stay busy all the time, I find my self thinking about this every single day. My mind is tired. My soul is still crushed. My heart remains broken.

I can sum everything up into a few words, Wokeism, Communism, and CRT. This is what my life revolved around for three years and I didn’t know it at the time. I didn’t care for my job at the County, a dead-end position with no future, no advancement, and less pay as time went on. Funny how government works like that. I had a friend from college who worked at the local library and the pay and benefits seemed to be good, if fact they were some of the bests around. Low 30k for starting out in the maintenance and custodian department plus health insurance that actually covered medical bills. Where do I sign up? Clearly this is a place that must have its shit together, right? I applied, was hired, and started working at the library.

The people were nice, most of them. There were those who wore a mask and while they smiled you had the impression that you were wasting their time. The checks started to roll in and I had health insurance the same day I started. Things were looking pretty good.

Not long after I started working at the library my daughter was born. For the full story on that you can look up my book Hobbit Baby or find the original blog post on the Good Men Project website. I never left work. for the 91 days my daughter was in the NICU I continued to go to work, running over to the hospital on my lunch breaks and after work. I wasn’t through my probationary period yet and didn’t want to risk losing my job like I had seen happen to so many others at the local hospital while I worked there. “Oh, just take a day off. Go to the funeral. You need to take care of that.” The manager would say, then a week later call the same employee in to write them up or fire them for too many occurrences. After working at a “caring” hospital I didn’t trust that I wouldn’t be kicked while I was down.

After 91 days Zoey came home and I continued work. I had picked up an extra part time job at a local brewery cleaning the restrooms. I learned from the owner that his bartenders refused to clean them after work and he needed to have somebody take care of them before the place opened. My friend from college did that job for a while until he quit. Then the reigns were handed over to me. I would stop in during the morning hours and clean but then their hours changed. Lunch wasn’t a big selling time fore a brewery so they switched to evening hours. I started to leave an hour early to go to work and cleaned before starting my shift. I would clean the bathrooms, chat with the brew master until I had to be at work, and that was it.

The time that I started my shift was the same time that the day shift finished. The brewery was one block down from the library and there were a few times that I would leave the brewery, locking the door behind me, and walked to work passing library co-workers on the way. It didn’t take long before my friend from college took me aside and asked “Are you drinking before work?” Unknown to me, a rumor had gone around the library that I was an alcoholic and that I was drinking before coming to work. People also knew that I had the side job and used to payment of beer to take my wife out on the weekend without it costing a fortune. Here is the weird thing about this situation, I was never accused of drinking on the job, meaning that I was never taken to the hospital to have a blood draw. The rumor itself was viewed as a fact and I found people treating me differently and looking down at me while I was there. Some of the things I had seen in previous weeks made sense after my friend had taken me aside. Even stranger was when I asked the evening shift supervisor if he had heard the rumor. With a stern look on his face he said “if I ever think you have been drinking on the job or smell anything that resembles beer coming from you, we’re are going to the hospital and doing a blood draw. Do you understand me?” I didn’t understand his reaction and clearly, he had heard the rumor and from what I was gathering he must have thought it was true. This should have been my first sign to get the hell out of the library and find another job but the pay and benefits were so good I told myself this must have been a fluke. I continued to work for the brewery until the Covid-19 plandemic of 2020. At no time was I ever tested for alcohol while working at the library.

End of part one.