Central Government Control

 

Dictators love a government with a central government, it easy to overthrow and control the populace.  All authority is consolidated in a central location and easy to manage.  Get a few cronies’ together and give the government a good heave ho and the dictator are in control. 

 

               The United States is about at that point.  A few large major corporations, control about 30-40% of the economy.  The government controls about 20-30& of the remaining economy with the health act and the federal bureaucracy. 

 

               A wannabe ruler would have a pretty easy time overthrowing the US government.  Get a few of the large corporations on board, use the Patriot Act and the bureaucrats on their side and there it is.  A new style of government is put in place and there is group of controlling elites operating behind a dictator. 

 

               To see parallels, look south of the border.  The government of Mexico controls the major companies there and they dictate how the economy operates.  The ruling Mexican Party has been power for decades.  There is an opposition party, but they haven’t had a president from their party in years.  This gives the illusion that Mexico is a democracy. 

 

               There has been a mind set of lately, that bigger is better.   As a result just a few control different phases of the US economy.  Right now, Big Tech, the silicon valley, is under scrutiny because of their control of social media and other electronic avenues.   This is a good example of how a few can manipulate the many. 

 

               So is this what’s going on with inflation, a few large corporations are pushing huge price increases.    Look at how few there marketing petroleum, these people control the price of gas.  Same is true in the food industry.  There are about a dozen giants marketing food and the control around 60% of the market. 

 

               So if you want to overthrow a government, consolidate your bureaucracy and get some large corporate cronies. 

 

The mindset of bigger is better, works in favor of tyrants that want power and control.  This is one of the reasons, the Constitution, gives us separation of powers.  To keep one government entity from telling another how to conduct their business. 

 

Yet this is happening in Colorado, with the state telling the school districts how to conduct their operation.  A school district is a separate government entity.  They have elected board members and have taxing authority.  The state sets accreditation standards for the schools.  The state provides standards for teacher guidelines and a teachers college.  The state is not to interfere in the daily operation of a school district.  A school and other government is supposed to be protected by the constitution from interference from another government entity.  Criminal activity is another matter. 

 

               By telling the schools they can not have certain type of mascot, they state has went outside its authority.   Yet if you want power and control over others, power is consolidated by telling others how to behave.  Eventually the lines of separation are blurred and the other entities disappear.  Then one point of authority is in power. 

 

               There supposed to be limits on what various government entities can do.  We don’t stop the politicians, we vote for, nor does the judicial branch always follow the constitution.  Over the years, our politicians have sacrificed for freedom in the name of safety.  Freedoms lost are hard to win back.  We need members of the legislature that can and are willing to swimn up stream and begin repealing lots of the laws that are supposed to provide safety for us. 

 

Look at the no smoking laws.  Government is telling the property owner how to conduct business.   It is no longer the choice of the owner, but the government’s choice.  Because a few few wanted it safe, in their perception, the many were punished to keep the few happy.  The few used the bully pulpit of the government to impose their will on others.  Look at all of the other laws that have been imposed, resulting in the loos of freedom of choices. 

Sad Sack Farmer

 

 

Joe had been a farmer all his life, growing up on Grappa’s helper.  Joe learned to care for the land, for it was the source of the family livelihood. 

 

So when the electric pickups came out, Joe bought one, because he had heard it was good for the environment. 

 

The following year, electric tractors became avail be for farming.  Joe knew he had to have on to help the environment.  That winter, Joe went to the big city to look at the new electric tractors.  It was just over 250 mile trip to the city. Looking at the tractors, Joe decided which model he wanted. 

 

Going into the office, Joe filled out and signed all the paperwork.  The dealer said they would deliver the new tractor the following week.  All excited, Joe gets into his electric pick up for the trip home. 

 

Out on the road, Joe is as happy as can be.  It was a clear day, not a cloud overhead and the road is clear.  About two thirds of the way home, the pickup quit.  Looking at the charge meter, Joe saw he had run out of electricity. 

 

Coasting to the side of the road and on the shoulder, Joe parked.  Getting out, Joe climbed into the back of the pickup and uncovered the generator.  He gets the pickup plugged into the generator.  Gets in the pickup and lights up a cigarette to smoke while waiting for his electric truck to charge up. 

 

Finally, late that night Joe gets home with his charged up electric pick up.  Next morning as he was sitting at the table have coffee, a smile was pasted on Joe’s face.  His wife glances across the table at the big kid grin and smile’s back.  She says, “ Ya know, you’re going to have to get a bigger generator to keep the tractor charged up.”  Joe looks at, nods his, and tips the coffee cup back. 

 

Delivery day arrives and Joe’s chest is so big, it almost explodes.  Local paper folks had been told about the big day and were lined up in the yard. 

 

The semi rolls up and parks.  They proceed to unload the electric tractor, cameras were clicking and voices were abuzz.  Soon the tractor was parked in front of its new home and Joe’s face was beaming.  He was answering questions and pictures were being taken. 

 

With spring approaching Joe was itchy to try his new electric tractor in the field. Warm weather was rolling over the land and Joe had prepped his plow and off to the filed Joe and equipment went. 

 

Driving into the field, Joe set the plow in and began plowing.  Down the row Joe went, Tractor easing actors the dirt, Turing up fresh pled dirt.  Joe was so happy, but the ground was not ready yet.  At the end of the field, Joe stopped and parked for the day.  Getting in pickup, Joe went home.  

 

Couple days later, Joe returned to the field and got in his tractor to start plowing again.  Down the field they went, fresh dirt being turned and Joe sat there watching his daily program on TV.  After a few hours, Joe was startled out o his reverie as alarms and light galore went off.  Charge in the batteries was almost gone.  Joe was turning red as the electric tractor limped down to the end of the field. 

 

The charge was almost gone.  Joe gets into his pick up to go home and get the charger he had just bought.  Pulling out of the field, the yellow battery light came on is his pick up.  The battery charge in the pickup was almost gone.  Hoping he could get home, Joe and pick up rolled on.  About a half mile short of home the red light came on and Joe coasted to a stop on the edge of the road.  Joe gets his phone out and calls his wife and tells her what has happened.. 

 

The wife looks out the window and sees Joe walking towards the house.  Putting her work aside, the wife heads out to the shed to start the old utility tractor.  As she is backing out, Joe cams walking in and jumps on the tractor besides her. 

 

Out onto the road they turn and off to hook up to the pickup.  They get the pickup home and parked by its charging station.  Joe thanks his wife and gives her a hug.  Jumping on the tractor, he backs into the shed to hook up the new diesel generator.  Off to the field Joe heads to charge up his new electric tractor. 

 

warming not so much

 

Conspiracies of the EPA?

 

Looking at the means, sometimes wonder is the process is good or contrary.   So I question the process and means of the EPA. 

 

Back in the late 60’s and early 70’s, there were serious pollution problems.  So the government formed the Environmental Protection Agency, EPA, to help with America’s pollution problems.  This new agency was charged with cleaning up the air, water and ground.  Pollution standards were set and America began the process of being cleaned up.

 

At the same time the pollution cleaning began another alarm was sounded.  Global warming, was the new threat to the world and excess carbon in the air was the culprit, known as greenhouse gas.  The internal combustion engine was blamed for the major source of greenhouse gasses along with power plants. 

 

At the end of the 70’s the land was clearing up.  Cleaner air and water.  Through the 80’s, most polluting sources were gone.  The power plants were 99%+ clean and so was the internal combustion engine. 

 

*****

 

I bought a used heavy duty pick up for local deliveries.  It was a diesel, 1984, almost no black smoke from the diesel and it 35MPG around the city.  Years later, I ran across a similar Pick Up, same specifications but it now got 8mpg. 

 

So the question is…. Is it cleaner then my old truck?

 

Things to keep in mind:  laws of physics, matter can not be created or destroyed.  So a gallon of fuel will contain X amount of carbon.  This can not change. 

 

So my old pick up, every 35 miles would emit X amount of carbon.  The newer version would emit 4.1X parts of carbon.  So with new standards, the EPA is forcing the internal combustion engine to produce more carbon. Yet Carbon is blamed for causing global warming/climate change.

 

So it would appear that the EPA is forcing climate change/global warming. 

 

Across the board, the EPA has reduced the production capacity of the internal combustion engine to produce excessive amounts of carbon. 

In conclusion; who is the EPA trying to protect?

 

Is the EPA in conspiracy with the climate changers?  

environment

 

Moron Greenies

 

          Saw a story the other day that the folks of Denver were crying about the Natural gas fired power plants.  They said the natural gas fired plants were polluting their air, nothing specific, just that the power plant was polluting their air.  There were not studies cited and no specific pollutants, they just made the statement that their air was being polluted.  Since they made the statement, they expect people to accept their assumption/opinion as being fact. 

 

          Natural gas fired power plants are probably one of the cleanest sources of energy and possibly a great benefit to the environment.  Outside of carbon dioxide and water vapor, a gas fired plant has almost no emissions or particulates. 

 

          Water vapor is harmless and carbon dioxide is beneficial to plants.  As we need oxygen to breathe, plants need carbon dioxide to breathe.  Plants inhale carbon dioxide and exhale oxygen. 

 

          Talking to a farm manager few years ago, he mentioned that to stimulate plant growth in the greenhouse to would add carbon dioxide.  For the richer the air was in carbon dioxide, faster the plant grew and the healthier it grew. 

 

So one can deduce from a statement like that, that power plants enhance the environment.  For the richer the ambient air is in carbon dioxide, the better the plant growth is.  In support of this, I read about a study done in Europe by various universities, that the world’s vegetation had increased by 17% since the beginning of the industrial age, early 1800;s. 

 

It would appear that the greenhouse gas is actually beneficial to the environment.  Because as the world’s vegetation increased to did its food supply.  With a growing population, the food supply needs to grow along with number of people. 

 

So the question is, is greenhouse gas bad for the environment?  In my opinion, I would say greenhouse gasses are good for us.   For years, pundits have been saying we are going to perish because of the climate changes brought about by greenhouse gas emissions. 

 

With all of the alarmist statements over the past 50 years, the balance of gasses in the atmosphere has hardly varied. 

 

Oh, I was a biology and chemistry major when I started university. So what to do.  Personally not much, just don’t abuse things and have a good stewardship of the earth’s resources. 

Galatea, Colorao

 

Galatea, Colorado

 

Galatea was a Railroad town established by the Missouri Pacific railroad as it built west.  As the railroad moved across southern Colorado, they began naming their stops in alphabetical order.  And the G stop was named Galatea. 

 

Like many of the RR stops, Galatea faded into memory.  A few building still stand on the former town site, along with some trees.   Out along the tracks are a few pieces of concrete where the depot, etc had been. 

 

Couple miles NE is the town cemetery and there are a few headstones among the overgrown weeds. 

 

Galatea is located in a dry harsh area and is not easy to eke out a living.  There are still a few souls that live in the area scratching a living from the dirt.  Yet the dirt blows real easy here and in spots are the drifts of blow dirt.  The rails had been silent for years, with a new owner, the iron wheels clatter over the rails again. 

 

The Missouri Pacific was not the first RR to go through the area.  In the 1870’s, the Kansas Pacific built a branch line through here on their way to Ft Lyon and the Pacific Ocean. 

 

The Arkansas Valley Railroad was short lived.  About ten years later the rails were pulled when the KP went into receivership.  During that time, freight traffic from the Santa Fe Trail was being loaded on the AV RR and going East.  Besides freight trains, there was the daily passenger train, it was a busy RR. 

 

Today there is no indication that another railroad had been the area.  The old right of way has been plowed up for farming.  Further north, towards Kit Carson, portions of the grade can still be seen in the pastures. 

 

Today the silence of Galatea is ruffled by the breezes that flow over the land.  The greeting committee is either the owl or the buzzard. 

Ghost Post Office

 

Damascus, Colorado

 

Damascus, Colorado, was a small Post Office, operated out of a home at the turn of this past century.  The home site was located on the banks of Rush Creek in far south eastern Lincoln County. 

 

Out there in the ranchers pasture, among the trees a few structures can be seen.  Nearby is another ranch house and some barns and out buildings.  According to the old map, a wagon road went through the area, near Damascus.  It is a land of open spaces, Population density is maybe one person per 5 square miles. 

 

It appears the wagon road to Hugo, a railroad town during the 1899’s and 1900’s.  From Hugo, the mail and express was delivered to the ranchers in the area and maybe trading posts.  From Hugo, about 60 miles away, the drayage service would have delivered them mail to Damascus and other PO’s along the route. 

 

When I journeyed looking for Damascus, I had no expectations of what I would find and not much did I find.  I turned south from Boyero, making small dust cloud as I bounced along the dirt road.  About 4very miles or so I would pass a ranch house, otherwise it was open country.  Here an untouched land, much like when the buffalo roamed the prairie.  The only changes were the roads and fences.  The buffalo had been replaced by cattle to graze the grasses. 

 

There were scores of different birds, falcons, eagles, hawks, larks and you name em.  The occasional antelope could be seen on the ridges, watching the intruder, deer cautiously watcher the passer by, ground squirrels scurried off the road and coyote sauntered along the ditch.  Here was a land with few changes, so I settled in for the journey. 

 

Soon I was at my destination, well almost.  The road curved at the fence and beyond the fence went the ruts.  Over there in the trees was Damascus Post Office.  I followed the road around the curve and across Rush Creek.  There was a small trickle of water in the creek, some deer were lounging in the cool grasses on the banks.

 

I paused and did a 360 look about, There was a ranch house over there and some cattle were grazing over there and the breeze tickled the air.  It was day of time of wonderment.  The destination was at hand, the journey was the time spent thinking about past travelers. 

 

Damascus, Colorado, how came to be named that is still a mystery.

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World's First Harvey House

 

World’s First

Harvey House

 

Fred Harvey did not start off in the food business, he worked for a railroad.  His job required him to travel a lots and the food served him at the RR places was not good by his standards.  So Fred set out to change the food quality served to RR workers. 

 

Fred, along with a partner opened their first dining establishments on the Kansas Pacific railway in Hugo, Colorado and Wallace Kansas.   The railroad hotel served as the host for Fred Harvey’s lunchroom, 

 

The cluttered lot, where the first Harvey House had been.

These first eateries set the stage for Fred Harvey to begin a chain of restaurants across the western US. 

 

The Santa Fe RR contracted with Fred to establish dining houses along the Santa Fe route.  Standards were set for food preparation and apparel for the staff.  The Harvey girls as they were known had a manual of guidelines to follow to be a food server in a Harvey House.  The quality of food and the girls became the mark of a Harvey house. 

 

Not only did Fred Harvey have eating places along the rails, He also got them in various National Parks.  Across the SW US the Harvey house was well known. 

 

Today, most of the Harvey Houses are gone as are the RR hotels that hosted them.  In a few towns, the old hotel has been restored and the restaurant is back in operation.  These places still trade on the Harvey House name and there is a Harvey House fan club. 

 

The location of the first Harvey House in Hugo is a vacant lot full of stuff.  There is no reminder that the world’s first had been there. 

 

The Kansas Pacific RR built a roundhouse in Hugo in 1870 when Hugo was designated a division point on the railroad.  In 1870, the government changed the regulations covering rail workers.  As a result, Hugo was no longer a division point. 

 

The roundhouse was closed and torn down.  The hotel was shuttered and demolished along with Fred Harvey’s first lunch room.  Into the dim memory box this page of history faded.    Around Colorado, there are a few places where the building still stands where there was a Harvey house.

 

What would be cool, is somebody open an INN of sorts on the site of the old Harvey House.  At corner of the lot is an old vacant 50’s style gas station, a classic icon of a bygone era. 

 

The railroad town of Hugo is still a town by the rails.  In 1909 government regs changed again and Hugo became a division point again.  A new roundhouse was built on the west side of Hugo and it is still standing. Many of the old railroad houses and section houses are still in use in Hugo and the depot is in the park. 

Looking across the RR park from where the depot had been located.

US 40, America's Highway, is part of the Port to Plains route.  

US had it origins on the Smoky Hill Trail In 1870.  

Stormy Night

 

Dark and Stormy Night

 

Jeff strode through the woods, that dark and stormy night.  The wind danced over the trees, clouds played tag with the moonbeams.   Jeff was making rapid footprints as he strode down the path.  Lantern at his side, light beams lighting the way, penetrating the darkness. 

 

Shadows from the lantern light, bouncing off the shrubs.  Oh what a night for a horror story, Jeff thought.  This is the path the coven would dance down to their bonfire what a witching New England night it would be.  Jeff’s mind raced on that dark and stormy night.  Other images came forth as werewolf’s sat among the trees serenading the witches.  Naked warlocks scattered among the waving trees.  Bodies writhing and weaving to the sound of the rustling wind.  The thump of the branches pounding on the ground, a frenzy of dancing around the fire.

 

Jeff continued his pace along the path, watching the shadows dance across it.  The storm had pushed the wildlife into their burrows.  Looking ahead, Jeff could see the path ahead, lit by the silver beams of the moon. 

 

Oh what a romantic night this could be Jeff thought.  Walking my girl back home after the dance.  Brief interludes in the hidden shadows.  Jeff felt her warm body beside, rubbing on his arm.  

Bakersfield

 

Bakersfield, Colorado

Bakersfield, CO, was a small country Post Office on the Plains of Eastern Colorado.   SW of Vona or SE of Seibert.  It served local farmers and ranchers, early 1900’s out of their house.  Where the map showed the location, there were a couple of homes.  One was an abandoned farm, now home to grazing cattle.  Nearby was an operating farm, with equipment and well kept yard.  The empty farmyard is probably where the PO was located. 

 

It is an area of rolling hills, of mostly pastures, with some farmland.  Cattle pause their browsing to look at the interloper, the buffalo have a look of curiosity and the deer and antelope scurry for cover and distance.  The fox and coyotes wander the area as do other critters.  Then there are the birds, Eastern Colorado has one of the largest, most diverse variety of birds in the state. 

 

Because it is mostly ranchland, the area is pretty empty.  Homes are few and far and the little country Post Office may have had a couple dozen customers. 

 

Nearby is the Mennonite community of New Fredericksburg. The church has been boarded up, but it appears the graveyard is still used and taken care of.   Probably there are still some ancestors in the area.

 

It is a land that holds memories of dreams from years ago. 

Oriska, Colorado

 

Oriska, was a rural Post Office, located in East Central Colorado, just south of Seibert. 

 

The map shows there had been two Orica’s, one located on SH Hwy 59 and the other just a couple miles to the east.  Both were in operation during the early 1900’s.  When the contract for mail service was changed, it appears the name stayed with the PO.  On occasion when the rancher would get the PO contract, he would change the name of the Post Office, using his last name. 

 

Along the highway there is not much left of the ranch.  A few out buildings and corrals.  According to the map, Oriska was just south of the corner store.  The General Store, would be located on the corner of the correction line road curve. 

 

Here there are a few old building and houses.  Often these little general stores would get the Post Office but according to the map, no PO was located at the curve. 

 

These little country Post Offices would serve around 12-20 customers.  Located in the ranch house, it would also be a place to pause and visit and learn the gossip about the neighbors.  The postal customers of Oriska were probably consolidated in the Post Office at Seibert.  

Into the Dark

 

Dark Storm

 

It was a dark and stormy night as Joe hurried down the side street.  The snow was blindly swirling around him.  Following the buildings edge, Joe scrambled along towards main street.   Trying to pull his coat up tighter to keep the warmth inside, Joe had a losing battle with the slashing wind. 

 

Reaching the end of the building, Joe could tell he was closer.  Reaching the corner, Joe turned, only to turn back to the side street.  The harsh wind had  torn at his face, sending ice pain through his cheeks.  Reaching up, Joe pulled at his beanie cap, trying to pull it down over his face.  He laced the hood down tighter, covering his chin and mouth.  Feeling kind of secure, Joe turned the corner again to duel with the wind.  Leaning forward, Joe trudged into the fierce wind.  Flakes of snow were splattering against his coat and forming ice around his eyelids. 

 

Three fourths’ of the way down the block, Joe came to an entry way.  Stepping into the doorway, Joe got a reprieve from the howling wind.  Here he brushed the ice off his face and coat.  Standing there, Joe took a deep breath and slowly exhaling, he looked out the entry.  Other side of the street was not visible as small drifts swirled down the walk in front of him.  The street lights were but miniature light points.  Joe lingered knowing his journey had to continue in the fierce night. 

Into the Dark

 

It was a dark and stormy night as Bob stood in the doorway.  Bob had moved further back into the entry as the wind had picked up and the rain intensified.  His had was cupped around his mouth and the glow of a lit smoke could be seen through his fingers.    

 

Smoke rolled out of the entry to disappear up into the canopy.  His eyes ever present focused on the diner across the way.  Ever so often the eyes would roll of to the light of the all night gas station down at the end of the town.  Rolling back the other direction, Bob’s gaze would stall at the diner.  As Bob looked the other way, he could see couples darting out of the movie house to their cars.  A few had umbrellas and were hustling down the street.  A few movie goers crossed the street headed for the diner, heads bowed and coats pulled up over. 

 

Into the diner they darted, brushing off the water and shaking out the moisture of the day.  A few sat at the counter, most went for the booths.  Across the street, Bob could see hand gestures, smiles and heads jerking from laughter.  Cars in front of the movie house had come to life and were slowly pulling out onto the rain soaked street.

 

Bob reached into his pocket, pulling out another smoke, lighter flashing, smoke floating upwards.  The cars had left to their homes and main street was quiet again.  Bob stared at the diner, the waitress was scurrying around, taking orders and setting them up for cookie.   Drinks in hand, the waitress placed them on the appropriate tables. 

 

Bob stood there in his doorway, taking a slow drag on the cigarette, smoke exhausting into the air.  The gaze of Bob resumed it course of traveling up and down the street.  The rain had eased up and was down a heavy mist that swirled in the light breeze. 

 

To his left, Bob caught the flicker of headlights.  Down main street, a dark green sedan rolled, coming to a rest in front of the diner.  Headlights flicked off, the motor went silent and two men exited the car.  Crossing the sidewalk, the two men opened the door to the diner, to a booth at the far end they strolled.

 

Bob tossed his half smoked cigarette down and began walking out of the doorway.  Skipping over the flooded gutter, Bob strode out on the street.  Turing his collar down and rearranging his hat, Bob moved across Main. 

 

Into the Dark

 

It Was a Dark and Stormy Night

Bob ducked back into the doorway as fingers of ice rushed around him.  Further back into the doorway eased the grip of the icy wind as swirled down the street.   Bob pulled the collar of his coat up tighter around him to block the icy fingers.  The rain had let up, but the blasts of air lingered, seeking the nooks and crannies of Bob’s soul. 

 

With some warmth flowing around him again, Bob reached into his pocket.  Ushering a cigarette forward, a lighter followed, illuminating the cigarette.  Smoke rolled out from under his hat brim and the lit end of the cigarette glowed in the dark gloom of the night. 

 

Bob’s gaze returned to the street, drifting off the way, the glow of the all night station lights light up the dark.  At the other end, the marquee of the movie house was off, only the glow of the next show posters gleamed out of the dark.    The midnight horror show was underway.

 

The ever present glow of the diner across the street brought Bob’s eyes back into focus in the diner.  The waitress was sitting at her corner, rolling napkins.  Cookie was busy in the back, getting dishes ready for the next day.  At the other end sat Phil, nursing his coffee and has his conversation.

 

Phil had returned from the war all messed up.  His leg had been amputated because of a bomb explosion nearby.  His buddies nearby had taken the brunt of the explosion, protecting Phil.  Phil had survived, yet he hadn’t.  He was in a pile of dead bodies and or badly bleeding bodies. 

 

The horrors of that explosion left a mark on Phil that would not ease.  Returning home, Phil was withdrawn and kept to himself.  He would walk the town, shaking and with a distinctive of the wooden leg.  The town had adopted Phil and watched out for him. 

 

Tonight was one of those nights for Phil.  Stay up all night, so he wouldn’t have to face the terrors of the night.