Chickens In Your House

 Last night the Crystal River Caucus met at the Marble community church. The group was essentially divided into two camps: those who think it’s OK to restrict what people do on their own property, and those who believe in “live and let live”. The bulk of the evening was spent discussing the much-debated Special Geographic Area plan. In the past, it was presented to the Gunnison County Planning Commission. They rejected it.

The plan had a few minor revisions in it since the County Planning Commission rejected it, however, it is essentially the same document.

For example: Under the original document, if you didn’t finish building your house and get a certificate of occupancy within 17 years, the approximate cost of fines would be around $1,000,000.00. That’s correct. One million dollars. I’m not making this up! Based on my comment in the public meeting with the planning commission during the first proposal of the Special Geographic Area, the fine has a “reduced” price.

In last night’s meeting, I congratulated the caucus board for being so magnanimous. I said that it reminded me of Russia. When the Russians were oppressed after the Bolshevik Revolution, the government made farmers put animals into their houses. Horses, cows, pigs, chickens. Whatever people owned got to live with them in their homes. It showed the government’s power. After a year, the government told the people, “You can take the cow out of the house.” The relieved farmers were grateful. After another period of time, the government told them that they could take the pigs out. The farmers were quite grateful to the government. Finally, they were down to the chickens, by which time things seemed to be quite normal.

I told the caucus board, “In the same vein as the Russians, I thank you. By reducing the fine in your proposal, we are now down to simply having the chickens in our house.” They didn’t appreciate that comment.

There were comments thrown out to the board like, “How does limiting the size of houses ‘protect and promote the economy’ as shown in your reasons for the regulations”? Or the concerned citizen who rhetorically asked “Isn’t this document a vehicle for telling us what color to paint our houses, or anything else that you want to control?”

The caucus board then resorted to fear of the future. Oil rigs in our quaint little town were one of the first bogey men thrown at us. Then there was loss of tourist income. We don’t have many tourist businesses here. As a matter of fact, we don’t have many businesses at all. We don’t even have a gas station. Our natural beauty was in jeopardy. It was interesting to note that both low brow houses (the epitome of a small town) and recently built, large, well thought out houses, were all used as reasons to accept the Special Geographic Area proposal.

The Special Geographic Area document is full of legal faux pas, ridiculous assumptions (the county isn’t doing enough to protect natural beauty), socialism, government intrusion, innuendo, scare tactics, personal opinion, and illegal proposals. (The county doesn’t have jurisdiction on federal land which encompasses over 90 percent of the proposed area).

The Special Geographic Area proposal is not what this small town community needs. Trash it. Get on with current issues, not scare tactics about the future. Now let’s get government doing the things that it is supposed to be doing.

Egyptian Jazz

The telephone is taped to my head in this picture. 

“Your patience is greatly appreciated…” I’m sitting here with the phone taped to my head, waiting for the claims assistant with the Colorado Division of Unemployment. It’s electrical tape, not duct tape, so I think it will come off fairly easily.

I’ve been out of work (“Your patience is greatly appreciated…”) for several weeks and decided that my applications to City Market, as well as other businesses, will never result in a job. For some reason, the family isn’t interested in staying home and eating thistles for the next 4 months, so the unemployment gig is the only way to avoid mutiny for now.

By the way, that City Market (“Your patience is greatly appreciated…”) application had a 100 question psychological profile on it. It’s degrading to have them ask the same question two different ways at seemingly unrelated places in the questionnaire. Do they really think that you won’t notice it? Question number 29, “Do you hate cats?”, and question number 62, “How likely are you to buy a birthday card for a cat?”, have nothing to do with overripe bananas, in my opinion. (“Your patience is greatly appreciated…”)

I like the Egyptian Jazz, and the Pink Panther-esque song makes me feel like they are hot on my trail, looking up facts, making phone calls, and super sleuthing their way through my case, even though I’m still on hold.

I’ve been on the (“Your patience is greatly appreciated…”) phone and computer off and on since Sunday evening, trying to report my job search history, and apply for unemployment benefits (read, “money”). This being Wednesday, I kicked my efforts into overdrive. I made my first call at 7:30 a.m.

It’s now 9:42 a.m. I’m still on hold, hence the tape. At 8:30 a.m., I started getting hypothermia from sitting still in a cold room. We are high in the Colorado Rockies, you know.

Did you know that the Egyptian Jazz repeats every 90 minutes?

I got cut off after being on hold for (“Your patience is greatly appreciated….”) 1 hour and 10 minutes, so this is my second session. In between the two sessions, I ran for a quick sip of water, like a marathon runner at an “aid station”. As I walked by my wife, I smiled weakly, and told her, “I’ve got the pioneer spirit, so I’ll get back on the phone and wait on hold.” I call, get a busy signal, hang up, and then lift the phone and hit “redial” about 150 times just so I can MAKE it to hold.

I can just imagine settlers with their wagons circled, and Pawnees shooting (“Your patience is greatly appreciated…) flaming arrows at them, hearing the Wagon Master yelling, “The Cavalry will be here in 120 minutes! Your patience is greatly appreciated!”

My forehead is starting to hurt from the tape, and my left ear feels like a manhole cover is laying on it. I need to tape the phone to my other ear. The Egyptian Jazz is starting to repeat every 5 minutes now.

The best advice I can give anyone who is about to become unemployed is to buy a speaker phone.

If National Health Care becomes a reality, then about 320 million Americans, plus illegals, will be on the phone trying to set up appointments, buy prescription drugs, resolve conflicts, and sign up for the system. I think in the future, we ALL are going to be hearing a lot of Egyptian Jazz.

How to Pass a Bill With 300 Missing Pages…

Watch how our congresscritters are running the country. This is absolutely unbelievable:

"AMERICAN CLEAN ENERGY AND SECURITY ACT OF 2009 — (House of Representatives – June 26, 2009)

The SPEAKER pro tempore. The gentleman will state his parliamentary inquiry.

[Page: H7649]  GPO’s PDF

Mr. BARTON of Texas. If a bill for which there is no copy were to actually pass this body, could the bill without a copy be sent to the Senate for its consideration, having no copy?
The SPEAKER pro tempore. The official copy will be at the desk. The Chair cannot comment about extra copies.

Mr. BARTON of Texas. The official copy will be at the desk. Could I inquire as to when that copy will be at the desk? Is it necessary that the official copy be at the desk in order for final passage to occur?

The SPEAKER pro tempore. The official copy is always at the desk during consideration of the bill.

Mr. BARTON of Texas. Then where is it, Madam Speaker?

The SPEAKER pro tempore. At the desk.

Mr. BARTON of Texas. Is it now at the desk? Is it now–I appreciate the Congressman who brought it in. Oh, that is not it. That is not at the desk.
Well, while we research whether the official copy is at the desk, I’m going to yield 1 minute to the gentle lady from Oklahoma, Congresswoman Fallin, for 1 minute.

Ms. FALLIN. Madam Speaker, I have to say that I am outraged. Here we are getting ready to vote on a piece of legislation, and we haven’t even seen 300 pieces of this legislation. No one can even find the bill or even knows where it is at. And here we are talking about major policy that could change the face of America, that will certainly be a large tax increase to our taxpayers. And here we don’t even know where the bill is. I’m just shocked at the way we are running this House today before we leave to go on our Independence Day holiday."

The congressional record can be found at:

http://thomas.loc.gov/cgi-bin/query/R?r111:FLD001:H07472

This excerpt can be found at:

http://frwebgate.access.gpo.gov/cgi-bin/getpage.cgi?dbname=2009_record&page=H7649&position=all

Copy of a Tax Protest Letter to Gunnison County

This is a copy of my tax assessment protest letter to Gunnison County, Colorado.

Mr. Jerry L. Begly

….

Marble, Colorado 81623

June 1, 2009

Gunnison County Assessor

Ms. Kristy McFarland

221 N. Wisconsin Ave. Ste A

Gunnison, CO 81230

Dear Ms. McFarland:

The purpose of this letter is to formally protest our 2009 Real Property Notice of Valuation. The properties in question are Lots _ and _, Filing _, ____ __ ____, Marble, Colorado. The taxes that we paid this year were too high for the following reasons:

  1. The “SQUARE FEET LIVING AREA” is 0, not ___. The house is unfinished.

  2. The Real Estate market has dropped in most places in Western Colorado, including neighboring counties and towns like Carbondale, and Aspen.

  3. We did not add $_____ worth of materials or labor into our house in the last two years!

  4. The entire economy of the United States is in a downward spiral in case you haven’t noticed. Increasing taxes is anathema to the recovery of our family and our country. You are one of the few people who can “stand in the gap”, and have the power to make corrective decisions.

  5. We are not getting even the most basic government services for the taxes that we DO pay. Although our house is located on a county owned road, in a platted subdivision, with over 24 houses in 3 miles, we get NO road maintenance, and NO snowplowing at all. Do you have any houses at all in Gunnison county that are in the same situation? Please list even one house, in your response letter.

     

    I’ve had to walk ________ miles to get to my car by 6 am because the county doesn’t plow the snow off of the road. I’ve hauled groceries and propane, uphill in a sled, many times because of lack of county road maintenance. The ambulance, EMS, fire truck, and police can’t get to my house because of unmaintained roads. Apparently, the only government agent who can make it to my house is the TAX ASSESSOR.

  6. In addition to the lack of road maintenance, there is NO public school provided by Gunnison county within 45 minutes of my house. If my kids attended public schools in Carbondale, the commute could take as long as one and one half hours, one way, in the wintertime!

     

With taxes increasing, and NO basic government services, the term “Taxation without representation” comes to mind. Our founding fathers were more than just a little bit upset over their version of “Taxation without representation.” I especially think of this while digging my car out of a snowbank late at night during a driving snowstorm; all because my tax dollars aren’t coming back to me in even the most basic of services: public safety.

I am writing this protest letter as a husband, and father of seven children.  Presently, I am laid off my job. The welfare state, as it now stands in America, is reprehensible. Therefore, we have taken NO government assistance up to this point. But with increasing taxes, unemployment, a bad economy, and the need to feed and house my family, maybe we will need government assistance in the future.

That would mean you, your family, and friends will end up supporting us. You might be able to sleep at night now, but you’ll remember me every time you open your wallet.

Thank you for your time and consideration.

Jerry Begly

P.S. Visit my blogsite at www.jerrybegly.com for more tax reform info.

(This letter has been slightly modified from the original.)

Obama at Notre Dame

This past weekend, President Obama spoke at Notre Dame, in South Bend, Indiana.  Yes, there was a big flap over the fact that he is probably the most pro-fetal murder president we’ve ever had, and he was addressing faculty, students, alumni, parents, and supporters of a large Catholic institution. But what’s the big deal?  After all, he’s the first sitting president in the U.S. who was NOT raised in a "Christian" home. So why should Americans expect our President to support ANY Christian values, or beliefs. According to the book on Barack Obama’s religion, he was raised by an Atheist mother, and nominally Muslim stepfather. 

Getting back to the flap at hand, neither Barack Hussein Obama, nor any other pro-fetal murder supporters begin to understand the seriousness of their belief.  They choose to call it "pro choice" in order to set the terms in their court. The natural opposite of "pro choice" would be "anti choice". The problem with the term "pro choice" is that is lowers human life to the same level as choosing whether or not to buy potatoes, a pair of shoes, or a dog.  Since when do humans get to "choose" whether or not and innocent life is terminated?  Only in a barbaric culture do they assume the "right" to do that.  Note:  The words "barbaric" and "Barack"  merely sound similiar. 

If we have a president who doesn’t mind the idea of deciding whether a person will get to live or not, then I guess Obama wont mind telling us what to drive, what to eat, where to live, how to act and think, how to spend our time, who to contribute to, how our children will be educated, and the list goes on and on. We’ve voted for our nation a man who will be very very involved in our lives-personal as well as public.  If you voted for change, we’ve all got it coming. Like it or not.