Friday, February 04, 2011

First mobile post

Just downloaded the blogger app for Android and giving it a test run.

Tuesday, November 03, 2009

Welcome Home, USS New York

The USS New York, which was the subject of the first post of this blog years ago, has finally arrived in NY for the first time. Welcome home!

Wednesday, November 05, 2008

The Reality of Change, part 1

Even though the electorate was happy to chose a socialist as our President, investors who want to maximize returns on their investments will not be so giddy. As the threat of a capital gains tax and income tax increase for the upper middle-class bracket has now become reality, many investors will be looking to liquidate and cash out on their assets before those new rates are even on the table, because by then it will be too late to sell for the best price. This will compound the cyclical low that December selling usually brings. It's going to be a bumpy winter...

When Dreams Become Reality

And with John McCains' concession speech, even before all the polls have been reported in, the 2008 Presidential race has come to an end.

I would have preferred to have elected McCain for many reasons, and I voted accordingly.  That said - the people have spoken, and Barack Obama is now our President.

Congratulations to Obama on becoming the first black President of the United States of America, it is indeed a historical moment. 

I only wish that Dr. King and Rosa Parks would have been able to experience this moment which they made possible.

For Dr. King and his dream, which he pursued with unimaginable patience and endurance and for which he made the ultimate sacrifice, and for Rosa Parks and her exemplary courage in the face of overwhelming and often violent adversity - they are the reasons that tonight is not about partisanship for me, but about the realization of a great dream, pursued by great Americans who believed in freedom and justice for all.

God Bless America, Land of the Free, Home of the Brave.

Friday, October 17, 2008

I am Joe the Plumber

I am a middle-class American, who supports a family of 5.

I work hard every day to make ends meet. I don't make over 250k, but I hope to one day make much, much more.

I believe in the American Dream, the dream that anyone who wants to succeed has the opportunity to succeed. It's the dream that made my grandmother bring my father from Italy on a boat half a century ago, and the dream that my maternal grandmother believed in when she worked at the Brooklyn Naval Yard during WWII.

I believe that penalizing people for their success while reaching for the American Dream is un-American.

I believe that I have a right to ask a question about a presidential candidates' policies without being subjected to a full fledged attempt to discredit me and destroy my life by people who fear my question.

I believe that it's not the governments job to "Spread the Wealth", unless that government is extremely Socialist or Communist.

I know Communism doesn't work, we all do. Ask most of the people that live around me in Bensonhurst, Brooklyn, who fled from the greatest failed Communist government. They came to live the American Dream.

I believe in the American Dream.

I am Joe the Plumber

Thursday, September 11, 2008


My son was sick this morning and had been all of yesterday, so we decided to take him to see the doctor to make sure everything was OK. The doctor was mainly concerned about keeping him hydrated, so we picked up some ice pops and by the time I left for work he was looking like his usual self and my wife reports that he is happily dancing around watching for Baloo from The Jungle Book.

The result of this is that I didn't make it into the office until well past 1PM today, which triggered a realization: I have not missed work on September 11th for 7 years and, in fact, the thought of not getting to work today felt... wrong. It's almost like my brain, mindful of the day, replays the most emotional part of of that day 7 years ago for me, the urgency to get to work.

I knew that a plane had hit one of the towers, but I had no idea the scale. One friend, Dave, called and said it was a small plane, so I was thinking a prop. Another friend and co-worker Matt, said that they were told to stay in their offices, but he sent our newest hire home as she was rattled by the incident with the other tower. I sat on the N train wishing it would hurry up so that I could make sure my co-workers were ok. The N started slowing down as it got closer to Manhattan, and knowing that they would likely stop the N from running under the WTC even for a prop plane hitting it, I got off at Pacific St. and ran to the 4/5 train.

When I boarded that train was when I first realized the scope of what happened. I remember being in the 5 and next to a loud lady shouting "It was 2 planes, they hit the towers, it's a terrorist attack." I remember wishing she would shut up, thinking that there was no way for her to know that, but instantly knowing that what she said was true. My anxiety to get to the office reached a fever pitch, and I exited the train at the first stop in Manhattan. Running up Broadway I realized as soon as I saw the towers I wasn't going to be able to get close to them, but I pushed forward to find some sort of evacuation area where I could find my officemates and make sure they were OK.

I got a call from my boss, accounting for him and a couple of others from 68, and my friend Matt let me know via our AOL pagers (I could not call out from my Cell at all) that he and the others from out offices on 46 had gotten out safely. My anxiety, the urgency to get to the office, subsided, as I turned down Maiden Lane to start to walk to the Bridge, messaging Matt who was already halfway across it.

That's when I heard a rumble, turned around, looked up and saw my old workplace collapsing.

No more emotion.

Turn, and run.

Wednesday, August 27, 2008


ICE actually did its job yesterday in Laurel, Mississippi, arresting 595 suspected illegal immigrants. More amazing then that though, is this quote from the AP article:

"We have kids without dads and pregnant mothers who got their husbands taken away," said Velez's son, Robert, youth pastor at the church. "It was like a horror story. They got handled like they were criminals."

Let's connect the dots here.

From Merriam-Webster:

Main Entry: criminal
Function: noun
Date: circa 1626

1 : one who has committed a crime
2 : a person who has been convicted of a crime

From there, let's go to the USCIS, where the Immigration and Nationality Act states:

Sec. 275. [8 U.S.C. 1325]

(a) Any alien who (1) enters or attempts to enter the United States at any time or place other than as designated by immigration officers, or (2) eludes examination or inspection by immigration officers, or (3) attempts to enter or obtains entry to the United States by a willfully false or misleading representation or the willful concealment of a material fact, shall, for the first commission of any such offense, be fined under title 18, United States Code, or imprisoned not more than 6 months, or both, and, for a subsequent commission of any such offense, be fined under title 18, United States Code, or imprisoned not more than 2 years, or both.

and for good measure, from the same document:

The term "alien" means any person not a citizen or national of the United States.

Hence, any alien that falls into that section above is committing a crime, which makes them criminals.
How sad is it that this has to be posted?

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

High School Diplomacy?

Russia has reportedly cut ties with NATO today - a day after NATO cut ties with them:

Norway's Defense Ministry...says the country's embassy received a telephone call from Russia's Defense Ministry on Wednesday, saying Moscow plans "to freeze all military cooperation with NATO and allied countries."

NATO foreign ministers Tuesday suspended formal contacts with Russia as punishment for sending troops into Georgia.

This is the Diplomatic equivalent of "Well, you tell Jane that I'm not talking to her EITHER!" Much like in that case, all of Janes' friends are rolling their eyes on the other side of that phone.