The Sequestration Squeeze

 

 

 

Whose idea was it to use the word “sequestration” to describe the coming budget cuts?  Obama and his shopaholics in the Media are all over the news, squawking like Henny Penny that the sky will fall if we a) cut the budget and b) don’t raise taxes.

The sky will fall!  No wait; the meteor fell in Russia a week or so ago.  Plagues of locust, or at least this year’s flu.  No, well, flu season is nearly over.  They’ll have to close the latrines in public parks!  They’ll fire the firefighters, pull the plug on the police, close the hospital doors!  Cancel Fleet Week!  You idiots, Fleet Week is a big money maker for New York City; that means more “revenue.”

The FDA will have to fire food inspectors!  How about the FDA fires some of those hound dogs who harass small packaging companies as though they were the FBI?  Not going to make much money if the government closes all the small medical packagers who can’t afford the FDA’s $175,000 licensing fee, even though they don’t actually make the products they’re packaging.  These little companies are already no-frills operations.  While the Oval Office Occupant flies off on golf vacations, employees of these little companies eat their lunches out of the microwave on cast-off plastic furniture.  They reuse bubblewrap to send off their sample packages and use old envelopes as note paper in place of sticky pads.

There’s plenty of waste in the government.  Duplication of offices and services.  How about some of those high-paid paper pushers taking a pay cut, or maybe join real Americans on the unemployment line?  Get a real job that actually produces something, which in turn, will create revenue.  That $175,000 would pay for another shift of poor workers in one of those companies’ production rooms.  Instead, the money is going to pay the salary of some useless policy wonk.

Think how much money we would save if we closed most of those bureaucratic buildings in Washington?  That would be quite a savings in heat, electricity, paper, and retirement benefits.  We could stop sending foreign aid money both to countries that are perfectly capable of taking care of themselves as well as countries that hate us.

One department we could certainly do without is the Department of Education, which never should have existed in the first place.  Think of the savings there.  Instead of closing the latrines in national parks, we could close the latrines in the Department of Education building.  The tax money saved there would enable some small company to keep its doors open and employ people to actually do something.

But, no.  Obama wants his budget intact and his tax increases, too.  A man who takes as many vacations as he does, with a wife who spends as much money as his does, doesn’t even know the meaning of the word economy.

When you see him sign the bill to increase our taxes, it will be on the back of our pink slips.

So what’s the deal with this word “sequester?”  We civilians only know it in the sense of “sequestering” a jury; isolating them until they come to a verdict.  That’s a scary prospect to normal people.  However, in consulting the 1937 Dad Dictionary, sequester also means:  “To take possession of by confiscating or appropriating.”

What Obama means by “sequestering” is to take possession of our money and property, both public and private, and use it in his campaign to spread the wealth.  If the Media, including Conservative pundits, would stop doing Obama and his administration the honor of accusing them of being crazy and charge them with the real damage they’re doing intentionally, we might just corral our economy and drag it back up the cliff.

That’s the way ancient hunters used to kill their prey; by driving the herd over a cliff.

 

 

 

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Published in: on February 28, 2013 at 8:52 am  Leave a Comment  

“Freedom Fighters:” FIghting for Freedom or Just Fighting Freedom?

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yesterday was the 20th anniversary of the first attack on the World Trade Center in New York City, in which 6 people were murdered.  The first attack was overshadowed by the second, but we still remember the shock of the attack and the shock of our president’s weak response to the terrorist attack.

Twenty years later, a Texas high school geography teacher is indoctrinating her students to believe that the terrorists were “freedom fighters” not terrorists and that the cause for Egypt’s turmoil is in the introduction of Democracy, not the Muslim Brotherhood.

Students’ parents, especially those female students who were invited to wear burqas to get with the Middle Eastern culture, are demanding to know why their daughters (and sons) are being taught religion in a geography class.  Geography is about where a place is, not what its primary religion is.  The class is in geography, not anthropology or sociology.

One mother told Fox News,  “They were asked about their perception of Islam.  Most of the class said they thought about terrorism. And her response was, ‘we’re going to change the way we perceive Islam.’”

On Feb. 26, 1993, Ramzi Yousef changed the way the West perceives Islam.  His uncle helped solidify that impression, leaving no doubt about what terrorism is and how Islam inspires fanatics into believing it’s their duty to purge the world of non-believers and apostates.

Our soldiers fighting in the Middle East this very moment are the true Freedom Fighters.  They are fight for, not against, freedom.  Freedom is an anathema to the Muslim world.  Islam is a violent, repressive religion, where women are beaten, forced to cover themselves up, and deprived of education from an early age.  They have one duty:  to bear the next generation of “freedom fighters.”

We need “Freedom Fighters” here in America to take back our language.  When you control the language, you control the culture.  Either this teacher, or another, is encouraging the term “ethnic cleansing” to replace the word “Holocaust” to describe the incineration of 6 million Jews in Nazi Germany during World War II.

The new World Trade Center building is on its way to completion.  Early on, the Language Police changed its official name from the Freedom Tower to a simply address:  One World Trade Center.  Freedom is being purged from our vocabulary and from our children’s minds.

If Freedom is erased from history, Truth won’t be far behind.

 

 

 

Published in: on February 27, 2013 at 8:52 am  Leave a Comment  

Life in the Fast Lane

 

 

Danica Patrick finished 8th in this weekend’s Daytona 500 race.  She was the first female racer to lead a lap, the first to start out in the pole position, and in the Nationwide Race became the first woman to win a Sprint Cup pole.  But she took herself out of contention for the Nationwide Race on the supposition that she had blown an engine when she hadn’t; something was wrong with the ignition system.

After the horrific wreck which involved injured race fans on Saturday, none of the drivers was taking any chances although there were still four cautions on the track in which a number of competitors were knocked out of contention.  No more spectators were hurt, fortunately.

The drivers played it cautious right up until the last lap.  Patrick was a little too cautious coming out of one of the pit stops, allowing the lead racers to cut her off on the way to the track.  Time and again, she had to drop back to 8th place, only to find herself at the head of the pack again, even leading at least a lap or two.

However, she was risk averse in her driving.  She’s considered a rookie; this was her first Daytona race against veteran drivers like Dale Earnhardt Jr. who practically grew up on the Daytona Speedway.  If she didn’t come out to pass, neither did anyone else, the crash from the day before still in their rearview mirrors.

She said later she feared being “freight-trained”, meaning if she came out to pass on the inside lane, a line of team player cars would pass her before she could get back on the outside lane again.  That’s exactly what happened to her anyway.  At the crucial moment, winner Jimmie Johnson led his “freight train” to victory, with Earnhardt taking second place.

People pooh-pooh auto racing.  They claim it’s not a sport.  There’s nothing “physical” about racing cars.  Tell that to the fan who found his seat occupied by a massive racing tire.  Auto racers get very physical.  They “tag” each other from behind, sideswipe one another, throw things at each other (usually after the race), cut each other off, and ram one another off the road.

Sort of like driving in New Jersey; only on the Daytona Speedway the drivers wear helmets and have rollover bars.  Racing is not for the faint of heart.  Men drive like men.  Auto racing men drive like maniacs.  They’re willing to put it all on the line to win that trophy.  They’re willing to take risks with their lives and their cars to win that trophy.

In racing, if you’re not willing to risk everything you’ve got, you’re not going to win.  One of the drivers remarked in a pre-race interview that when they put on that helmet, they don’t think about anything but winning.  They would run their best friend over – car and all – to cross that finish line first.

That’s the life.  That’s pretty much the life on New Jersey highways, only there’s no finish line.  Danica Patrick looked disappointed and thoughtful after the race.   She was hoping she’d get some help out there.  Earnhardt seemingly gave her help, but in the end, he took the second place away from her.  Most of them are team drivers with a sponsor, while Danica was out there on her own.

She’s gone farther than any other woman in auto racing history.  If she wants to learn aggressive driving, she should take a trip to New Jersey and drive during rush hour.  If she wants to go all the way, when she puts on her helmet, she’s going to have to stop thinking like a woman and start thinking like a man.  Not just any man, but the men she’s racing against.  Which means she’s going to have to stop thinking.  Period.  She’s going to have to learn that she can’t depend upon anyone else.  The hell with worrying; just ram that gas pedal any chance she gets and leave the others in the dust.

 

 

 

Published in: on February 26, 2013 at 6:07 pm  Leave a Comment  

Shameful Moments in American History

Now that I’m working, it’s difficult to have an opportunity to listen to Rush Limbaugh.  But here and there, I get opportunities when my boss sends me out to make company deposits at the local bank.

I was stuck in the drive-through lane behind a woman in a Mercedes who must have been carefully tending to her investments.  The wait in line was longer than drive from my office and back.  In the meantime, I got to listen to Rush’s “I’m ashamed of my country speech.”

He was right to feel angry watching the sequesterpus in chief terrifying our country with talk of crisis, destruction, no more meat inspections, cops, teachers, firefighters or air controllers (or DEA inspectors – that wouldn’t be so bad if medical packagers didn’t have to have $175 thousand “sequestered” out of them).

Obviously Obama’s lying if I have to wait in line behind an affluent woman in a Mercedes do her drive-by banking.  What’s shameful is not that the politicians of all ilk are doing this to us, but that we’re sitting on our hands while they do it.

The United States has its share of shameful moments, beginning with certain events during the Colonial Era on into the present.

  • The Salem Witch Trials – 1692.  Progressives love to point to the original witch hunt as the nadir of religious repression.  Twenty adults were burned as witches on the testimony of a handful of hysterical teenagers in Salem, Mass.
  •  The Boston Massacre.  We’ve been taught, by Socialists, what a disgrace this was.  They especially point to the killing of Crispus Attucks, a black freeman.  Actually, the Colonials started it and Attucks made the first move, amongst the stone-wielding, drunken mob.  John Adams later defended the British soldiers; all but one were acquitted of all charges.
  •  Benedict Arnold.  His betrayal of the Colonialists to the British at one point makes him one of the great scapegoats of history.  What Progressive teachers don’t teach is the political betrayal of Arnold, until that point a truly heroic American general, that led him to his treacherous act.
  •  The defeat of Thomas Jefferson’s 1784 proposal to ban slavery in new territories after 1802.  Sort of makes you think about Jefferson in a new light.  By the way, the 3/5’s law was meant to protect the slaves in the South.  Had they been fully counted, Southern landowners would have had enough representation in Congress to make slavery a permanent institution.
  •  The Alien & Sedition Acts, 1798.  Passed by the Federalists, this law was intended to silence political opposition, the very evil for which the Colonists had fled England and Europe.
  • Marbury v. Madison, 1803.  The Court ruled that Congress had exceeded its power in the Judiciary Act of 1789.  The United States Judiciary Act of 1789 (ch. 20, 1 Stat. 73) was a landmark statute adopted on Sept. 24, 1789 in the first session of the First United States Congress establishing the U.S. Federal Judiciary. Article III, section 1 of the Constitution prescribed that the “judicial power of the United States, shall be vested in one supreme Court,” and such inferior courts as Congress saw fit to establish. It made no provision, though, for the composition or procedures of any of the courts, leaving this to Congress to decide.  The existence of a separate federal judiciary had been controversial during the debates over the ratification of the Constitution.  Anti-Federalists had denounced the judicial power as a potential instrument of national tyranny. Indeed, of the ten amendments that eventually became the Bill of Rights, five (the fourth through the eighth) dealt primarily with judicial proceedings. Even after ratification, some opponents of a strong judiciary urged that the federal court system be limited to a Supreme Court and perhaps local admiralty judges. The Congress, however, decided to establish a system of federal trial courts with broader jurisdiction, thereby creating an arm for enforcement of national laws within each state.  The Court thus established its power to review acts of Congress and to declare invalid those it found to be in conflict with the Constitution.
  • Tammany Hall.  William “Boss” Tweed of New York City convicted of stealing public funds.  As with all things progressive, it is now common-place.
  • The 16th Amendment providing for a permanent federal income tax, 1913.  The 17th Amendment, allowing U.S. Senators to be elected by direct popular vote, bypassing the Constitution and the safety of the U.S. Constitution. 
  • Watergate.  Pres. Richard Nixon’s resignation shook the country’s faith in its government.  It wasn’t the cover-up; it actually was the crime.  Although Nixon may have been right about the Democrats accepting foreign campaign donations, this wasn’t the way to find out.  Watergate was the epitome of party and politics before country.
  • Monicagate.  There is probably no President more disgraceful than William Jefferson Clinton entertaining an intern in the intimacy of the Oval Office.  At least Nixon’s disgrace could be understood if not condoned.

There are other, numerous American disgraces.  The riots of the 1960’s.  The failure to win the Viet Nam War.  The removal of the United States from the gold standard.  The increasing power of the Supreme Court to rewrite or simply negate the U.S. Constitution.

Thumbing through the brief history of the United States, there’s been much more to be proud of than to be ashamed of in our country’s history.  But that’s when our country honored its heritage, even when singular men and women failed it.  Now men and women are betraying our country in great numbers, throwing aside the freedom for which so many perished in the quest of greater financial security.  Freedom is being pushed aside for the Free Ride.

Of all the current Oval Office occupant’s disgraces, none is more obvious than his bowing to foreign potentates.  That was in his first term and ought to have been a clue that he wasn’t fit for the office.  All voters saw was the glint of gold and the opportunity to defy moral and legal restraint.

Rush Limbaugh is quite right to be ashamed of our country, to be ashamed of the politicians who’ve contributed to its decline, to the voters who elected them, and the voters who stayed home and shrugged.

 

 

Published in: on February 26, 2013 at 8:52 am  Leave a Comment  

Washington’s Birthday 2013: Civic Lessons in Civility

Although he was born on a Virginia farm 281 years ago, our first president, George Washington, was a stylish man of courtly manners.  He learned these manners as a boy and made them the foundation for his lifetime conduct, his presidency, and his country.  Speculation is that he learned the rules from a book his father or elder brother brought from England.

Some of the rules are, well, surprising, others familiar and obvious, others humorous, and still others inspirational.  In today’s increasingly immoral society, we and our children could do worse than to read and follow George Washington’s Rules of Civility and Decent Behavior. 

  1.  Every action done in company ought to be done with some sign of respect to those that are present.
  2. When in company, put not your hands to any part of the body not usually discovered.
  3. Show nothing to your friend that might affright him.
  4. In the presence of others, sing not to yourself with a humming noise, nor drum with your fingers or feet.
  5. If you cough, sneeze, sigh, or yawn, do it not loud but privately; and speak not in your yawning but put your handkerchief or your before your face and turn aside.
  6. Sleep not when others speak, sit not when others stand, speak not when you should hold your peace, walk not on when others stop.
  7. Put not off your clothes in the presence of others, nor go out of your chamber half-dressed. 
  8. When you sit down, keep your feet firm and even, without putting one on the other or crossing them.
  9. Shake not the head, feet, or legs, roll not the eyes, lift not one eyebrow higher than the other, wry not the mouth, and bedew no man’s face with your spittle by approaching too near him when you speak. 
  10. Kill not vermin, as fleas, lice, ticks, and company in the sight of others.  If you see any filth or thick spittle put your foot dexterously upon it, if it be upon the clothes of your companions, put it off privately, and if it be upon your own clothes return thanks to him who puts it off.   
  11. Be no flatterer, neither play with any that delights not to be played withal. 
  12. Read no letters, books, or papers in company, but when there is a necessity of doing it you must ask leave.  Come not near the books or writings of another so as to read them unless desired, or give your opinion of them unasked.  Also look not nigh when another is writing a letter. 
  13. Let your countenance be pleasant but in serious matters somewhat grave. 
  14. Reproach none for the infirmities of nature, nor delight to put them that have in mind thereof. 
  15. Show not your glad at the misfortune of another though he were your enemy. 
  16. When you see a crime punished you may be inwardly pleased, but always show pity to the suffering offender. 
  17. Do not laugh too loud or too much at any public spectacle. 
  18. In visiting the sick, do not presently play the physician if you be in not knowing therein. 
  19. Strive not with your superiors in argument, but always submit your judgment to others with modesty. 
  20. Take all admonitions thankfully in what time or place soever given, but afterwards not being culpable take a time and place convenient to let him know it that gave them. 
  21. Wherein your reprove another be unblameable yourself, for example is more prevalent than precepts. 
  22. Use no reproachful language against anyone; neither curse nor revile. 
  23. Be not hasty to believe flying reports to the disparagement of any. 
  24. Associate yourself with men of good quality if you esteem your own reputation; for ‘tis better to be alone than in bad company. 
  25. Think before you speak, pronounce not imperfectly nor bring out your words too hastily, but orderly and distinctly. 
  26. Be not curious to know the affairs of others, neither approach those that speak in private. 
  27. Undertake not what you cannot perform but be careful to keep your promise. 
  28. Speak not evil of the absent for it is unjust. 
  29. When you speak of God or His attributes, let it be seriously and with reverence.  Honor and obey your natural parents although they be poor. 
  30. Let your recreations be manful not sinful. 
  31. Labor to keep alive in your breast that little spark of celestial fire called conscience.

Notes: These rules are not in Washington’s order; the word processing system, being even more orderly than Washington himself, would not suffer the rules to be listed out of any proper order but ordered them as they were typed in.

 

 

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               

 

 

Published in: on February 22, 2013 at 9:13 am  Leave a Comment  

Save the Salvation Army

The Sustainable Community in Pompton Lakes managed to strike two birds with one stone, all in the name of communityism.  The Salvation Army’s Pompton Lakes store was forced to remove its clothing bins because it was within 300 feet of a gas station across the street.

The local paper has been silent on the reasons the town council had for banning the bins.  The Salvation Army has been in the neighborhood for over 50 years.  Their bins have serviced not just Pompton Lakes but its neighboring towns as well, its bins always overflowing.  Not only could you drop off unwanted clothing, but find some interesting bargains (I found a beautiful tea pot) in their store.

The relationship of the store to the gas station is that the Salvation Army’s glass store front is in direct contact with the fumes of the gas station.  No one uses the front door; the entrance is on the side for the convenience of customers using the parking lot.  The bins are the parking lot side of the building, and towards the back of the building at that, far removed from the insidious gas fumes that are supposedly what the town council, puppets of the Sustainable Community agents, object to.

The store front is perhaps 300 feet away but not the clothing bins.  Nevertheless, the bins had to be removed, leaving after-hours customers wondering what to do with their used clothing.  The town council would, no doubt, be happy to be rid of its religiously-based charity organization.  If popular opinion rises up against the Lukoil gas station, so much the better.  The government will suffer no rivals for its claim as Do-Gooders-In-Chief.

The environmentalists succeeded in driving a major employer, DuPont, out of town.   Pompton Lakes is in the midst of negotiating a buy-out of the homes in The Plume.  The federal government has plans to buy out the homes in the flood zone, as they did in Riverdale.  They promptly built an Agenda 21-style sustainable community apartment complex on Riverdale Road across the road from an industrial complex.

By 2020, only a handful of homes will be left in Pompton Lakes.  Unable to get the true market value of their homes, residents will be forced to leave the state or buy into one of the planned condominium units along Wanaque Avenue.  The street is scheduled to be torn up and narrowed, and the storefronts rebuilt with four-story apartment buildings on each side of Wanaque Avenue.  Cars, of course, will be forbidden. 

Predictably, the middle class residents will not want to live here, and the units will be turned into affordable housing, with lower income residents walking to the industrial complex the town plans to build on the former Dupont site and The Plume.

Pompton Lakes residents who remember the 1997 fire the claimed the Klugetown Shopping Center fire should remember how heartbroken we were when the Ben Franklin Store, with its quaint, 1960s lunch counter, and pet section with its chirping parakeets and colorful fish, did not reopened.  We all felt as if a part of us had died along with this iconic section of our town.

The Salvation Army (or the gas station – or both) are next to go.  We have been fortunate to be the site of the Salvation Army store (it was previously as Sears Retail outlet).  The lost of the homey Ben Franklin store was like losing a member of the family or a good neighbor.

If we lose the Salvation Army store, we will lose our souls.

 

 

 

 

 

Published in: on February 21, 2013 at 8:48 am  Leave a Comment  

Obamacare Ties Up Small Medical Packagers with Licensing Fees

They’re something you never think about:  the bottles, boxes, and blister packs in which your medicine and vitamins are packaged.  Or about the companies that produce them.  But the Food & Drug Administration has and how much many they can extort from these small companies.

Recently, the FDA decided that small medical packagers will be required to pay $175,000 per year as a licensing fee in order to package generic drugs.  While these companies are not manufacturers, for this fee purpose, the FDA is treating them as if they are.  Not only will these companies have to pay the $175,000 for 2013 (by mid-March) but the fee is retroactive; companies will have to pay another $175,000 for the year 2012.

One company wrote to the Small Business Assistance Division of Drug Information at the Center for Drug Evaluation and Research at the Food and Drug Administration.

The company must keep its anonymity if it is to stay in business.  The FDA and the DEA have created a minefield of regulations, any which of companies like this could easily trip over and be shut down in an instant.  In any case, all these small packagers are in the same boat.

They contacted ASK GDUFA (Generic Drug User Fee Amendments) about fees for contract packagers.

‘We need to speak with someone about the $175,000 annual GDUFA manufacturing facility fee as it applies to small contract packaging service providers; companies that do not own, manufacture, or distribute drug product; companies that strictly provide packaging service.  Can you please direct me to the appropriate person or team to help us determinate what our company is responsible for:  the entire amount, a reduced fee, or a complete waiver?

‘Our small contracting business does not manufacture anything, own any brands or products, or distribute anything.  We merely provide a packaging service to generic drug companies.  We are primary packagers, not re-packagers; we put tablets into the primary container – a bottle or blister pack – and apply the primary label.  According to information released by the FDA that for the purposes of GDUFA fees, packagers are being treated as manufacturers.  We are mandated to pay an annual fee of $175,000 per year.  This fee is farm more than our annual profit.  If we cannot pay the fee, we will have to shut down our company overnight, terminate our employees, and inform our customers who have named us in their ANDA (Abbreviated New Drug Applications) applications that they will now need to refile with another packager.

“The GDUFA guidance literature and note says that no small businesses are exempt because the benefits of faster processing will be received by all.  Small contract packaging companies like ours will not receive any benefit however; all the benefit will go to the drug owners; we will still receive the same amount per bottle, of which our profit is about a half-penny.  Hundreds of business like ours does not make enough profit, either, to pay such a heft annual fee.  By the March deadline, we’ll be forced either shut down and lay of tens of thousands of employees, or be out of compliance and have hundreds of ANDAs rejected.

“We would appreciate it if someone drafting GDUFA guidance will consider the plight of small business service providers like contract packagers who do not make enough profit to pay even a small portion of the annual fee and certainly will not see any benefits of GDUFA licensing fees.  We would also be grateful if they consider the different between a drug producer and a packager.  The difference is between many small businesses thriving and employing thousands of people in bad economic times and shutting our doors, to the detriment of our employees, our business partners, and their customers, to whom the increased prices will be passed.

‘Your website suggests that the FDA will address this issue more comprehensively in future guidance.  However, the fees are due in less than a month.  Even if we could get a loan to pay this fee in time, borrowing money would only create a riskier future for our business.

‘Who may I contact for further help?’

The following was the answer from the Small Business Assistance Division, with a disclaimer at the bottom stating, “This communication is consistent with 21CFR10.85(k) and constitutes an informal communication that represents our best judgment at this time but does not constitute an advisory opinion, does not necessarily represent the formal position of the FDA, and does not bind or otherwise obligate or commit the agency to the views expressed.”

“Dear Packager:

“Thank you for writing to AskGUDFA.  Your inquiry is being handled by the Division of Drug Information, Small Business Assistance, in the FDA’s center for Drug Evaluation and Research.

“We appreciate your contacting the FDA to express concern about the financial burden of GDUFA fees on your company.  We understand that various, additional financial obligations represent differing relative costs to industry participants – and may be absorbed more easily by larger entities.

“Industry and FDA GDUFA negotiators sought, however, to keep fees low by spreading the costs of the entire GDUFA program over a large fee-paying base of all manufacturers to reduce administrative costs and complexity.  Both Congress and GDUFA negotiators specifically considered the issue of a fee waiver or reduction mechanism and decided not to include either for traditional drug products.

“The statute requires that fees be paid; it does not, however, mandate who pays the fees.  Some manufacturers may choose to pay the fees for their partners.

“Unfortunately, at this time, there are no small business waivers or exemptions available for GDUFA.  You are correct in that packagers are required to pay facility fees under GDUFA.  Please note that firms identifying as packers are considered Finished Dosage Form (FDF) manufacturers under GDUFA and are required to pay the appropriate fees.

“Links to information about self-identification and fees are available online at:

http://www.fda.gov/ForIndustry/UserFees/GenericDrugUserFees/default.htm

 and

http://www.fda.gov/ForIndustry/UserFees/GenercDrugUserFees/ucm319566.htm

“We are taking industry’s thoughts into consideration as we move forward.”

Yes, it’s so very thoughtful of the FDA to extort money not just out of small packaging companies but through them, out of the bigger pharmaceutical companies as well.  The small packagers have not one but two federal agencies breathing down their necks – the FDA and the DEA, who show up at company doors for surprise inspections, flashing their badges menacingly as though they were the FBI not the FDA.

If imposing this licensing fee on companies that don’t even produce the drugs wasn’t bad enough, they’re enacting the fee retroactively for 2012.  Small companies can’t possibly come up with that $350,000 in a matter of three weeks.  At best, they must hope that their customers, the pharmaceutical companies will share the costs with them (there’s that notion of spreading the wealth again) all in the name of protecting the consumer.  Against what?

Ultimately, the consumers will pay the price and they will shake their clenched fists not at the government that imposed these outrage fees, but at companies big and small that were compelled to pay them and pass the costs on in order to stay in business.

Wasn’t Obama just boasting in State of the Union address how he believed in the small businesses of America that are the foundation of the country’s success?

Where’s my bottle of Alleve?

 

 

 

Published in: on February 20, 2013 at 9:07 am  Leave a Comment  

RIP GOP!

Or should we say, hasta la vista, baby?  Clearly, the Republican Party and its Conservative wing are headed for a divorce.  We tried to make it work.  We tried, through our Tea Party action networks to help the GOP stay on its feet.  Sadly for them, too many of our members recognized what the GOP was becoming:  a caricature of itself.  It had become a whining, compromising, apologetic, groveling, servile creature, selling its soul and its values for votes.

The elephant has become a mouse.

Who would vote for such a weak, squeaking, timid thing?  Certainly not the haughty Hispanics, surfeited for generations on tax-payer funded entitlements.   The GOP showed no respect in selling themselves to the Hispanics.  You want to do away completely with immigration laws?  We’ll give that to you?  You don’t want to speak English?  No problemo!  You have no use for Western civilization (even though part of your culture hails from a European background)?  We’ll change the college curriculums for you, so you can pass.  You want higher wages for menial labor?  We’ll subsidize the companies for which you want to work.

Not only did the GOP bend over backwards trying to accommodate Hispanics and Blacks, but they also courted the female vote.  You want to commit murder but defend it as controlling your own body.  The GOP will soften its stance for you.  We’ll look the other way at abortion.  We still have to satisfy our Conservative base by pronouncing it wrong, but pay no attention.  The GOP has your back.

You want equal pay for equal work, although not equal time?  When you do want to have children, you want just enough time with your child to nominally call yourself a mother before hiring a nanny or an au pair and then return to work?  We’ll see to it that companies hold your jobs for you.  We may, in the future, even require that companies open up nurseries and give you enough break time to nurse your child.  Someone else will answer the phone for you in the meantime.

Then there are the homosexuals.  You want to get married?  Well, isn’t that sweet?  Companies make bridal pantsuits for lesbians now and even make tuxedos in women’s sizes.  Of course we won’t discriminate against you.  What do we care who you love and marry?  As long as you vote for us, we’ll throw the rice and dispel those evil spirits that say marriage is between a man and a woman only.  In time, we’ll make sure that you can marry in any church you choose, without the worry of a rebellious clergyman objecting to performing the marriage ceremony.

The young people.  We know what you want; you want your drugs legalized.  It’s a difficult push, but since Progressives are making such headway in other states, it’s only a matter of time before your headstrong parents will cave to peer pressure and for legalization.  We’re nearly there; just be patient, kids.

The budget.  This should have been the last, and strongest, bastion for Republicans.  But even there, Republicans can be “reasonable.”  There are many lawyers and accountants within our own ranks who will benefit by the increasing taxes and regulations with which the decreasing number of actual taxpayers is being burdened.  Don’t worry about the old grayheads.  Thanks to Medicare, they’ve been silenced and Obamacare will finish the job.

There you have, more or less, the Republican Party, as it exists today.  Withered, weak-kneed, corrupt.  We Tea Partiers tried hard to avoid talk of a Third Party.  But clearly this relationship is doomed.  We already have a new party partner in mind, with an obvious name – The Conservative Party.  It has yet to come into existence.  But depend upon it, it is a certain as the sunrise.

Oh sure, we’ll have branding problems at first.  We have more media power than we once had and a conviction we’ve not experienced since Ronald Reagan’s presidency.  Bringing it to the fore will take time.  Time enough for the GOP to merge with the Democrat Party and hang together by its own petard.

The GOP is dead.  Long live the Conservatives!

 

 

 

Published in: on February 19, 2013 at 9:08 am  Leave a Comment  

Presidents Day 2013

In reflecting on Presidents’ Day 2013, it’s important to question whether we actually have a “president” anymore.  Presidents Day is more like Memorial Day; commemorating presidents of the past rather than what passes for a President in the present and in the foreseeable future.

In the past, the President “presided” over the government.  That is to say, he listened to what was going and made sure what was “going on” conformed to the U.S. Constitution.  He was given certain executive privileges by the People, via the Constitution, which were deliberately designed to be limited.  The current occupant of the Oval Office resentfully champs at these restraints, regarding them as “negative liberties” – meaning he can’t do whatever he bloody well pleases.

Past presidents resided over the separate and equal united States of the American continent.  Our Occupant-in-Chief, in an address to foreign citizens of a foreign country, declared himself a “citizen of the world.”  He advocates a centralized, bureaucratic government not of the people, for the people and by the people, but of, for, and by the bureaucrat, the policy wonk, and the union leader, the illegal immigrant, the pothead, and the federal criminal.

Nearly every president, certainly every modern president, has written at least one biographical book, narrating his (or her) life up until that point and their plan for presiding as leader of the free world.  The guy who stands at the presidential podium wrote not one but two books clearly stating his disdain for America, for free enterprise, and for individual liberty; outlined poorly defined life as the product of a broken home, an unsettled existence, and an education badly suited for a career as President of the United States.

His opponent in the recent campaign was painted as an out-of-touch rich guy with no vested interest in the life of the average American, who supposedly hates gays, women, and immigrants, the very vanguard of the Democrat Party.   Instead of embracing the embodiment of success, Americans, particularly Hispanics, voted for Santa Claus, as Rush Limbaugh so adroitly described him.

In his recent State of the Union address, President Claus touted all the yellowed, out-dated American virtues he disdained throughout his first four years and his second campaign, all the while, tending to his garden of destruction.  Plans are moving right along for a politically communist, communally-repressive, and socially unhinged America.  The Progress of Sustainable Communities, the very death knell of American freedom, is right on schedule.  Our local newspaper was chirping about it just the other day:  how young people yearn to raise their children in cities, where they can leave their children with strangers and barhop all night long.

Meanwhile, he is on yet another “vacation,” playing golf in Florida, isn’t he?  For someone who denounces the upper class so vehemently, he certainly spends a lot of time in country clubs.  Nothing seems to tarnish the Democrat image.  So long as he hands out the taxpayer dollars he’s clubbed us into “donating,” it’s all good.

That’s what they elected from.  They didn’t elect Obama to preside; they elected to provide.

Presidents from Washington to Calvin Coolidge and Ronald Reagan would be appalled by their successor’s policies and behavior.  Other Progressive presidents have preceded him and paved his way smooth.  It’s just that this one, as an old English saying goes, “caps the globe.”   (In other words, ices or frosts the cake.)

The really fashionable Tea Partiers refuse to refer to him as “President.”  You can’t help pronouncing his name; but we don’t have to acknowledge his existence by a title he abuses.

 

 

 

 

Published in: on February 18, 2013 at 4:36 pm  Leave a Comment  

St. Valentine’s Day 2013

This season’s flu is The Flu That Just Won’t Quit.  At least it gives me time to catch up on my back blogs.  We’re up to last Thursday (I actually did a brief blog on Friday).

I’ve been sitting here admiring my mother’s silver diamond bridal set (engagement and wedding ring).  I’ve admired the set since I was a little girl.  Sometimes, as a special treat when I was little, she’d open up her jewelry box and let me look at her rings.  She seldom wore them except on special occasions.  For everyday use, she wore a plain silver band on the third finger of left hand.

Mom’s still around.  But after Dad died, she was obviously no longer married.  When I was little, she asked if I’d like her rings someday and I eagerly said yes.  I thought they were the most beautiful rings I’d ever seen.  When the time came, however, my older brother claimed the right to them, as he was the eldest and about to be married.

His bride decided she wanted to pick out her own rings.  Still, Big Brother kept the rings.  But when his marriage crashed and burned, she demanded her rings back.  She was going to give them to me.  Big Brother drove a hard bargain.  What was I going to do with them?  Indeed.  I still don’t know (for certain).  He didn’t want me to have them.  My mother, as a consolation prize, gave me her mother’s diamond engagement ring, instead.  No one knows what happened to her wedding band; it probably went to my cousin, Mom’s niece.

In order to get Big Brother to hand over the Rocks, I exchanged Grandma’s engagement ring, for Mom’s wedding set.  Ah, but Big Brother wanted Mom’s wedding band.  Mom refused.  The rings had to go together.  Since he had failed spectacularly at marriage, the rings were going to go to the person they had first been promised to:  moi.  The reason for looking at them today was that last week Big Brother asked me to check on Mom’s rings to make sure that I hadn’t lost them; that they were still there.  Rest assured, Big Brother, they are where I put them when I brought them home.

Valentine’s Eve was a very strange one for me.  It was the last night of our Television for Tea Partiers Class, care of Cablevision.  We were to take the written test that night.  I wasn’t really worried about passing it; after all, I’d been a broadcasting major in college.  I already had the official degree and never did a thing with it.  What did it matter if I passed this test for a certificate some thirty years later?

Still, that was more reason for anxiety to pass it.  Coming down (again) with the flu, though, I failed to study Tuesday night (or watch Obama’s State of the Throne address).  I planned on cramming that evening dinner hour at McDonald’s studying for it instead.  At least I’d have a refresher.

Instead of studying, however, my attention was claimed for that two hours by an elderly German man, who said he was 77 but I would have taken for at least 87.  He just sort of commenced telling me his story about being cheated by an insurance company (not my former employer thankfully) out loud across several broad, plastic tables.

The long and short of that tale was that his home had been damaged by Hurricane Sandy.   The contractor, who he said was in “synchronization” with the insurance company, claimed that the wood of the house was rotted through.  “Otto” had to hire an independent contractor to attest that the wood was sound, which it was.

Meanwhile, the McDonald’s was filling up with customers, who didn’t particularly want to hear “Otto’s tale.”  But I was interested.  I’d been in the insurance business for 13 years and had heard such tales before.

Only Otto went on to tell even stranger tales of his love life before and just after he came to America.  He was a retired electrical engineer and had served in the U.S. Army.  He dated a girl in Germany, but decided he didn’t like her and stopped seeing her.  Then he felt very guilty because she became so depressed at the termination of the relationship that she tried to terminate her own life (fortunately, she did not succeed).  “Otto” spent ten years feeling so guilty that he didn’t date again himself for ten years.

Then after some self-analysis (he said he had studied psychology also), he decided he had spent ten years feeling sorry for himself rather than the girl.  So he started dating again.  This time he took up with a young woman with two children who was getting divorced from her abusive husband.

“Otto” helped her get her divorce.  He went to court with her because she didn’t understand the legal proceedings.  He even paid for the divorce.  After going to all this trouble, she married someone else, who was apparently a wealthy industrialist.  He said he didn’t mind this, though, he said, because he said it appeared to be a love match.

It was such a love-match, that he was killed in an auto wreck getting home to her in time for a hot, married date.  She now asked “Otto” to take care of her and her two children once again.  And he did.  Then she met another wealthy businessman.  However, she asked “Otto” to continue taking care of her children.  This he would not do.  He was on his way to America and was not going to be flummoxed into looking after her children anymore.

“Otto” hadn’t been lonely waiting to catch this young woman between wealthy husbands.  He dated an attractive Yugoslavian doctor.  He said it was in the time of Marshal Tito.  They wanted to marry, but his home was actually in the United States, and she was not allowed to leave the country because she was a doctor.

So he returned to America (it was hard to follow his story as his accent was quite thick) and got married.  He said he had a premonition about the lady he was dating.  He would marry her and after 20 years, she would die of cancer.  So this, then, he determined was the woman he would take as his wife.  Talk about German engineering.

Then he went on to talk about nervous disorders and what fools our society was for listening to current advice about diets.  We are too concerned about lowering cholesterol, said “Otto,” and that the lack of cholesterol was behind Alzheimer’s, Multiple Sclerosis, and many other diseases of the nervous system.  Pure coconut oil is the answer, he declared.  There’s something about its qualities that will prevent the further decay of nerve cells, even though it can’t restore them.

He also spoke about not believing in God.  If it makes some people feel better, he stated, that was all right but that he was smarter and knew better.   I’d been wondering about his age and about the cane he was carrying.  Finally, he got around to it:  he said he was 77.   Yes, he had gimpy leg, but his testosterone was in good working order, he pronounced.

Thank heaven, I’d already been looking at my watch.  I looked at again.  It really was quarter to seven and it really was past time to go.  He said he hoped he’d see me again in this McDonald’s sometime.  Not to be unkind, but I was rather relieved it was the last class.  Still, it was one fascinating Valentine’s Eve tale.

Now, it was on to the last TV production class and The Test.   I arrived at the studio wondering what I was going to do now; my good manners had cost me the time I needed to assure passage of the test.  Only there was to be no test that night.  There had been, it seemed, a sort of bloodletting at all the N.J. Cablevision studios that day.  All the producers and programmers had been fired, laid off, except our cable access producer/teacher and one studio technician.  Employees in the accounting, customer service, and cable service departments remained.

Our teacher was very angry that all his friends (there and in various locations around New Jersey) had been summarily fired.  They were told by e-mail the previous day to be prepared for an important meeting on Wednesday that they could not miss.  Our teacher missed it.

By the time he got there, nothing was left but a trail of old papers, stationery, pens, and wires.  The programmers and producers were given ten minutes and a cardboard box with which to fill their belongings and get out of the building.  Each employee had their own, personal security person to escort them out.

Cablevision, it seems, had been in a competition with FIOS over varsity school programming.  Cablevision evidently got onto the bandwagon too late and poured too much money into a lost cause.  The result was the bloodletting.

Getting rid of cable access wasn’t so easy, however, although our teacher was the only remaining cable access producer in the state, covering somewhere between six and ten studios (I’m not sure of the exact number).  He is not certain of the future of cable access, but suspects that Cablevision will favor the urban areas where there is a greater population.

Our tea party production should still be able to air its first show in March, but after that we may be looking for some other kindly studio to adopt us.  We know we cannot depend upon William Paterson University, though it would be ideal.

If any thoughtful television production company in the northern New Jersey area would like to adopt an orphaned tea party group, please contact campusteaparties.org.

Published in: on February 18, 2013 at 2:15 pm  Leave a Comment