Proposed Campaign Slogans for BS.

"Hundreds of tenured academics, and political economists can’t be wrong.  Can they?”

Or

“Vote for Socialism, this time with over one hundred years of failure, I think we might get it right (at least for the politically connected)"

Or

“I know I was a Communist when it wasn’t fashionable, but now that I am rich so I’m for those who will keep me that way.”

Or

“Free stuff for everyone who votes to keep me rich.”

Or

“I am the face of the youth movement - despite the fact I am over 70.”

Or

“Prove Trump wrong.  Destroy Prosperity for All.”

Or

“Socialism leads to Prosperity, Just Like Unicorns do.”

Or

“Socialism means never having to worry about climate change.  Bread maybe, but definitely not climate change.”

Or

"I know Marx and Engels had it right"

Or

"Socialism, destroying incentive and prosperity for over one hundred years."

Pickle Ball (Fact and Fiction)

Now that I am settled into this retirement lifestyle I’ve taken up the obligatory game of PICKLE BALL, and in my search for knowledge I’ve decided to separate the fact from fiction. 

Family lore, passed down through the generations had told me the game was invented shortly after the Salem witch trials by Maniacs who were looking for something to do between the demanding Badminton and Wiffle Ball seasons.  The game, I was told, derived its name from the fact the founding fathers (their wives all having been found wanting at the witch trials) had taken the used wiffle ball away from the family pet (named Pickles) and using crude paddles fashioned from those used to discipline the children had found enjoyment in whacking Pickle’s ball back and forth.  I had carried this as truth until just recently when I found the “official site” of Pickle Ball on the world wide web of useless knowledge.

The official site[1] tells us three Congressmen from Washington State created the game in 1965 after they had completed a round of golf and arriving home found they actually had wives and children.  This is remarkable for two reasons.  First, it suggests politicians from Washington can actually accomplish something that does not involve increasing taxes, and they accomplish more at home than when being paid to attend the Congress.

The Equipment:

Think of the game as a cross between table tennis and badminton.  It is played on a badminton size court (in our case asphalt) with an extra area by the net.  For some strange reason this area is called the kitchen.  You can tell this game was invented by chauvinist men because you are supposed to stay out of the kitchen except on that rare occasion you find your pickle ball in it.

The paddles have evolved with technology and are now much bigger than those original ping-pong paddles (and more expensive).  They are about the size of a racket ball paddle and are handled similarly.

Pickle’s ball has also evolved and it is much stronger than the Wiffle ball that started this new sport that is growing into international prominence.  There are indoor and outdoor balls now and they come in a variety of attractive colors that help old people see them.

The net looks like a tennis net but is lower, reaching only two feet in the center and a little higher at the posts.

The Game:

The game is best enjoyed by four people (so you don’t have to move too much) and begins when one player yells at the other side “zero, zero, two.” He or she then smacks the ball diagonally across the net trying to get it into the rectangle past the kitchen.  The opposing player then whacks it back.

The ball must hit the ground at least twice, once on the serve and once on the return, before the players can move up to the net and try smashing it into the face of the opposing team.

Teams can only score points when they are serving and the game ends when either of these two conditions are reached.

a.  One team reaches eleven points and leads the other team by two points.

b.  One of the players passes out and an ambulance is called.

The Future:

I am told professional leagues have been formed, there is now a governing body setting all sorts of trivial rules, and it is only a matter of time until we have line judges and players yelling at them.  So everyone is really looking forward to seeing Pickle Ball on television where the drama and excitement will displace the NFL as a must watch TV event.  As far as I know no one has either played the national anthem before the match begins, or has taken a knee if it was played.  So we have that to look forward to.

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[1] https://www.pickleball.com/History-birth-of-pickleball-s/115.htm

Evolution

Who says we aren’t evolving?  Just take a look at how we’ve modernized infant transportation.

First, the native Americans used a cumbersome backpack to carry their young.

Native Papoose Carrier

Then we European-Americans developed the always useful stroller.

Stroller from late 19th Century

But we came to recognize the natives had a good idea and we just made it a little more comfortable.

Infant carrier from late 20th Century

Now we have evolved to recognize maybe the kid should be the first to get to wherever we are going.

Modern Carrier (multi-use - kids or pets)

Valentine's Day

I learned today that Saint Valentine was a Catholic priest in the 3^rd Century who was condemned for marrying men in the Roman Army who were supposed to be single.  He was clearly a visionary.  He knew married men would be more willing to leave home to fight with someone other than their wives.

There seems to be some issue on why the middle of February was chosen as the day of celebration with history saying it was either the day of Valentine's execution or an attempt by the early church to co-opt a pagan celebration of fertility.  I’m going with the latter.

When the Vice Count of Hallmark won the battle of Agincourt and began making greeting cards in the early 1400s people began sending little love notes to their friends.  Charles, Duke of Orléans is said to be the first of Hallmark’s card writers while a prisoner of war following his capture at the battle, where the Vice Count defeated the flower vendors of Lord Transworld-Delivery.  To this day his first poem summarized the battle as he wrote home to his girlfriend of the time.  It was quickly translated into English and became an instant success of the early Valentine’s Day/fertility celebrations.

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

Hallmark won the battle,

I am still here,

How about you?

 Over the years this poem has been modified to the current version taught worldwide as part of every third-grade curriculum.

Roses are red

Violets are blue,

Sugar is sweet,

And so are you.

I hope all who read this have a happy Valentine’s Day as you look for a quiet place to dine.

Who Dosen't Love a Parade?

I’ve got to say I am just simply amused at the faux outrage of the left over the idea of a military parade.  Not that I am all for the parade, we just had a big parade a year ago at the inauguration, but maybe the President wasn’t really ready for one then and would like it on a warmer day, but having the left accuse him of being a dictator and claiming this proves he is a fascist seems just a little out of touch with modern reality, and reflects the ideological corner they’ve painted themselves into by being avowed socialists.

I will grant that Mussolini probably liked parades, and there may even be a fascist dictator or two in South America who given their choice would have a military parade from time to time, but where have the really big military parades been? If we are going to make America great again who has set the standard for military parades?  Why those countries who’ve taken socialism to its ultimate conclusion of course.  The recognized leaders in the military parade field are Russia (although not as good as the USSR), China, and North Korea.  The next level would be France and Great Britain (although theirs are usually associated with some sort of anniversary for the Queen).  Finally, we come back to South America where Venezuela had them before they used up everyones money.

Clearly then, the desire to have a military parade comes from the desire to be a socialist and have everyone give the government all their money so the government can spend it wisely on great parades.  Therefore, I would suggest the left should truly embrace the idea that President Trump is moving to see their side of the spectrum and this is a symbolic shift in priorities.

Speaking of symbolism, every really great military parade needs a theme if it is to be successful.  As I noted above, the Brits have chosen the Queen’s anniversaries, the French have Bastille Day, the Communists have May 1^st (linked to shorter workers hours so there is time for the parade), and the North Korean’s have whatever day the Great Leader is bored. 

For this reason, I vote for April 15^th.  That is a day we come together as a nation to pay at least a percentage of our national credit debt.

I can see it now, we can begin by having the USN drive one of their LCAC’s down Pennsylvania Avenue.  It would deafen the crowd, blow over the cameras, and clean the street -- all in one fell swoop.   

Of course, the US Army would lead the way, as the oldest of the services.  They would all be wearing their proposed new WWII style pink and green suits and carrying their rifles (although how the secret service would confirm they are all unarmed would be a technical challenge).

Then comes the US Navy, maybe they could get those guys who make the Helium balloons for the Macy’s Day Parade to make copies of the fifty or so combat ready ships we have left and the crews of the other ships could walk them down the street. If not there is always Snoopy.

Next would be the USMC with their sharp dress uniforms and walking all in step carrying their rifles and yelling about some bar owned by a guy named Montezuma.

Finally, the USAF would come by with a couple of planes and maybe the special tactics airman.  You really don’t want the Air Force folks to attempt to march.  It wouldn’t be good for them, or the administration, to see that.

Some of you may be asking what about the US Coast Guard?  Good question.  Depending on what day of the week it is, they are, or are not, part of the US military forces.  If the parade is on the right day we would have to fit them in somewhere, but usually they are so busy manning navigational aids, breaking up ice, catching drug runners, fighting eco-terrorists, or saving lives of seamen and mountain climbers they probably don’t have anyone sitting around waiting to march in the first place.

Well, that is about it.  My thoughts on today’s media scandal with the President.  Think of it as just another chapter of “Get Trumped.”

How Much Should You Pay for a Small Chicken.

I was at dinner last night when I had a chance to chat with a friend.  I would say “old” friend, but at this point in our lives we tend to get a little sensitive about that term.  He is an avid outdoorsman who hunts, fishes, hikes through nature, and used to ride his unicycle around the base we worked at.  This is his story, if I err or embellish in its retelling the fault rests solely with me.

I had asked him how his hunting has been going and he related an episode during a recent Elk hunt.  It was bow season, and they were astride horses when a Grouse flushed and flew into a nearby tree.  He told his mates he could take that Grouse with his bow and arrow.  They, of course, doubted his ability so the challenge was laid. 

As he notched his arrow and as he began to draw the bow he slipped just a bit and the arrow flew into the brush near the ground.  He mentioned these were $20-dollar arrows with broad-head tips.

He notched a second arrow, took aim, and let fly.  It sailed true, but clipped a branch and struck the limb the Grouse was sitting on.  The bird took off but came to rest just a few feet away, apparently satisfied that William Tell was done.  We are now at the $40-dollar investment level.

But he was not done… Taking the third arrow, he took careful aim, considered John Wayne’s advice to Marian McCargo, who played Ann Langdon, in the 1969 movie Undefeated, “windage and elevation Mrs. Langdon, windage and elevation” and let loose a third shot.  This one sailed past the Grouse as well, but the bird fell to the ground.  He told his comrades he had shot the head clean off the bird, they laughed, until he dismounted and retrieved the bird, sans its head.

So, this is how a Grouse dinner comes to sixty (plus) dollars on an Elk Hunt.

This Reminds Me of a Story

US Airways, Woman Kicked Off Flight When Her Emotional Support Pig Became Rowdy, "The Sun"

The story in the Sun takes me back to a time in the mid-1980’s, when I worked with a small group of officers and NCOs who coordinated with other organizations on high-priority national missions.  One of the men in the office served as a real mentor for most of us.  He was a Chief Master Sargent, but everyone called him “Duke.”  He has passed away now, but there is a briefing room named to honor him in the Headquarters of Air Force Special Operations Command.

Duke used to tell the story of when he was a younger enlisted man assigned to a unit that was developing a personnel recovery system known as “The Surface to Air Recovery System (or STARS) for short, although most of us referred to by its inventor’s name when we talked about it.  For most of us, it was just the “Fulton Recovery System.”  You can see an early prototype of the device in the fourth James Bond movie “Thunderball,” and the actual system as installed on a specialized C-130 in the John Wayne movie “The Green Berets”

The system was designed to pick up one or two people or about 500 pounds of equipment.

During its development, there came a time they wanted to put some live weight on the end of the line but were not yet ready to risk human life.  To test the weight bearing capability they chose a 500-pound sow as the test subject.  The plan called for the pig to be tranquilized so it would be docile when it arrived at the aircraft.  Duke said the testing was done out of Pope AFB, NC which was surrounded by the many drop zones and gun ranges of Fort Bragg (home of the 82^nd Airborne Division).

Duke had us in stitches as he talked about that test.  When the pig arrived at the aircraft they could tell it was no longer fully tranquilized and was one mad-pig.  As they got it onboard the aircraft and tried to guide it into its cage the pig broke loose and went squealing and shitting all over the cargo compartment until it, unfortunately, ran off the ramp and for a short while became a flying pig.

Details of the accident remain sketchy, but I can only assume it led to the expression “I’ll believe that when pigs fly.”

Taste and Tasteless

The entertainment industry has come a long way from its early origins during the Pleistocene Epoch, when troops of Neanderthals wandered from cave to cavern entertaining the residents with the crude humor of the day – generally involving skits showing the foibles of everyday life like getting eaten by a large cat (an age before litter boxes), or crushed by a woolly mammoth.

That style of humor was transitioned into the modern era by the comedic genius of Moe Howard.  Moe, his friend Larry Fine, and a string of brothers, or brother look-alikes, entertained at least two generations of families and inspired millions of children to learn the art of the eye poke and the (then) recently developed eye poke block.

Today the humorist styling of the Neanderthals and the Three Stooges is carried forward, politically refreshed, and feminized, by the likes of Kathy Griffin, a second or third-tier personality who in an effort to amuse her fans has taken to the new social media to poke fun at display her slicing wit and offer the same social comedy as previous generations of mean spirited comics. I am not sure the Neanderthals would have approved of the mean spirit.  After all, their art was done for fun and they had to live with their audiences after the show was over.

A Funny Thing Happened in Politics Today

I am convinced that people like Will Rogers and Bob Hope must be rolling over in their graves as they look at the state of political satire in America today.  They set a standard for poking the political elite that most of today’s writers and performers have no ability to reach. 

Why is that?

I think the answer boils down to one word, or as Aretha Franklin would say R-E-S-P-E-C-T.

Historically, Roger’s would skewer the politicians for their actions with the Republicans being a favorite target.  I believe Hope poked the Democrats more than Republicans in his comedic insights into the two parties, but both of them maintained an underlying respect for the role of government and the necessary evil of the political parties and their politicians. 

Today’s commentators and performers have so little respect for the people or institutions they are attempting to satirize that their words and actions come across as mean, petty, and vindictive rhetoric.  Perhaps it is their perceived notion of shocking the audience by the use of profanity that contributes to this?  I don’t know, but I can’t see the profanity filled dialogues or quotes of Bill Maher being held up to future generations as great American wit.

Then we come to Saturday Night Live, whose agenda is so blatantly bias that it is almost painful to watch.  The hatred seems to ooze from the performer, like puss from a wound.  When did this change?  Was it with the election of GW Bush when the Democrat’s first enlisted the entertainment industry to de-legitimize the office of President, or is a bi-product of the snowflake generating education system?

I leave you with some examples.

A Modern Fairytale.I

This comes cutesy of my brother-in-law.

King Arthur and the Witch: 

Young King Arthur was ambushed and imprisoned by the monarch of a neighboring kingdom. The monarch could have killed him but was moved by Arthur's youth and ideals. So, the monarch offered him his freedom, as long as he could answer a very difficult question. Arthur would have a year to figure out the answer and, if after a year, he still had no answer, he would be put to death.

The question?...What do women really want? Such a question would perplex even the most knowledgeable man, and to young Arthur, it seemed an impossible query. But, since it was better than death, he accepted the monarch's proposition to have an answer by year's end.

He returned to his kingdom and began to poll everyone: the princess, the priests, the wise men and even the court jester. He spoke with everyone, but no one could give him a satisfactory answer.

Many people advised him to consult the old witch, for only she would have the answer.  But the price would be high; as the witch was famous throughout the kingdom for the exorbitant prices she charged. 

The last day of the year arrived and Arthur had no choice but to talk to the witch. She agreed to answer the question, but he would have to agree to her price first.  The old witch wanted to marry Sir Lancelot, the most noble of the Knights of the Round Table and Arthur's closest friend!  Young Arthur was horrified. She was hunchbacked and hideous, had only one tooth, smelled like sewage, made obscene noises, etc. He had never encountered such a repugnant creature in all his life.
He refused to force his friend to marry her and endure such a terrible burden; but Lancelot, learning of the proposal, spoke with Arthur, saying nothing was too big of a sacrifice compared to Arthur's life and the preservation of the Round Table. 

Hence, a wedding was proclaimed and the witch answered Arthur's question thus: What a woman really wants, she answered....is to be in charge of her own life.

Everyone in the kingdom instantly knew that the witch had uttered a great truth and that Arthur's life would be spared.
And so it was, the neighboring monarch granted Arthur his freedom and Lancelot and the witch had a wonderful wedding.

The honeymoon hour approached and Lancelot, steeling himself for a horrific experience, entered the bedroom. But, what a sight awaited him. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen lay before him on the bed. The astounded Lancelot asked what had happened.  The beauty replied since he had been so kind to her when she appeared as a witch, she would henceforth, be her horrible deformed self only half the time and the beautiful maiden the other half.  Which would he prefer? Beautiful during the day....or night? 

Lancelot pondered the predicament. During the day, a beautiful woman to show off to his friends, but at night, in the privacy of his castle, an old witch? Or, would he prefer having a hideous witch during the day, but by night, a beautiful woman for him to enjoy wondrous intimate moments? 

What would YOU do?

What Lancelot chose is below. BUT....make YOUR choice before you scroll down below.
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Noble Lancelot said that he would allow HER to make the choice herself.  Upon hearing this, she announced that she would be beautiful all the time because he had respected her enough to let her be in charge of her own life.

Now....what is the moral to this story?

The moral is.....  If you don't let a woman have her own way....

Things are going to get ugly

Just a Thought

I wonder if what scares most Democratic politicians about Mr. Trump is they realize if an ordinary, run of the mill, American billionaire can run the country without hiring middlemen then all the Democratic billionaires will realize they can run it too, and won’t need to buy politicians to do it for them.

Notes on a Saturday

It is the middle of June here in the Florida Panhandle and the day promises to be clear, hot, and muggy.  The house is quiet except for the gentle hum of a few fans and the harmonious inhaling and exhaling of my sleeping wife.  My chores are mostly done, and I’m trying to figure out what to do with the day that will be productive.  Not coming up with any great answer I’ve chosen to write down the random thoughts that rattle around inside my head.

Humor – within the nature of laughter is an underlying cruelty.  We laugh at others; their foibles, mistakes and predicaments.  If we are self-aware we ultimately can laugh at ourselves.  My wife used to get mad at me if I smiled or laughed at church as I watched some young couple struggle with a child, or some parishioner with a unimportant minor mistake.  As we move further along the lines of political control and correctness when will humor vanish?  Will Rodgers, and Bob Hope are legends because they were able to point out the mistakes and arrogance of the nameless “them” in government.  For example, “The only difference between death and taxes is death doesn’t get worse every time Congress meets.” (Will Rodgers) 

I grew up near the Catskill Mountains in New York.  There was a time when it was called the Borscht Belt, or “The Jewish Alps.”  When we drove over to see our cousins; we would pass large summer resorts like Grossinger’s and smaller summer camps like that shown in the movie “Dirty Dancing.”  These resorts were filled with first and second generation eastern European Jews seeking relief from the summer heat of New York City.  This area was also the training ground for the great comics of the past, men like George Jessel, Jerry Lewis, Mel Brooks, and Rodney Dangerfield. Ethic humor was a staple for them.  Today we are outraged at the insensitive nature of the jokes.  How dare the Jews make fun of the Poles, or the Poles make fun of the Russians, or the WASPs they found here in America.

If we have reached a point where we are emotionally damaged by some chalk writings on the sidewalk, I fear the death of humor is not far away.

The upcoming election – we in America think of the election as a two-way race. Democrats versus Republicans.  We dismiss the alternative parties as amusing sideshows.  Kind of like the parsley we sometimes put on the mashed potatoes, or the Lima beans your Mom would put on the plate at dinner.  The "big two" used to seek a middle ground for a platform and the Presidential elections generally boiled down to “where you happy with the government, yes or no.”  If you were -- the incumbent party generally won, if you were not they lost, (e.g.  Carter v Reagan, and Bush v Clinton).  On years where there was no incumbent the candidate’s personality, and occasionally political positions were more important, (i.e. Nixon v Kennedy, and Nixon v Humphrey v Wallace).

So here we are in the year 2016, our political tastes and sensitivities have evolved to the point where out of 330,000,000 people the best we could find is a pompous, braggart billionaire with a twitter account and the willingness to say what so many are thinking, and a political opportunist with so many scandals and lies behind her that there is no way to know what she really believes.  Of course the east coast media is outraged over the things Mr. Trump is saying, but after setting the foundations for these rants for the past 16 years they have only themselves to blame.  Speaking of rants, I am reminded of Aesop’s fable about The Boy Who Cried Wolf.

Today Mr. Trump is being criticized as a racist for this comments about the judge handling the Cohan v Trump and maybe Low v Trump lawsuits.  After his comments about the judge’s impartiality (based on ethnic background and membership in a legal group known as La Raza) the charges of him being a racist are tossed out and of course widely carried in the various mediums we use for news.  The thing about this is, for those people who support Mr. Trump it really doesn’t matter, and for those people who don’t support him it only serves to inflate their self-righteous indignation.  Is he a racist?  Probably, but then I would say so is Ms. Clinton.

After seven plus years of the current administration I see the charges of being a racist are so prevalent in this country that it has become the first thing that anyone ever rolls out to counter a position that is contrary to their party line.  If you don’t believe climate change is caused by the US and the carbon based fuel industry you are a racist.  If you don’t believe the President is doing a good job, you are a racist.  If you question whether the Justice Department will actually prosecute the candidate the President just endorsed, you are a racist.

Don’t get me wrong, there is racism in the country.  There is a lot of racism, but it is not racism as defined solely as the ability to control a significant part of the population that goes on to say minorities can’t be racists.  This is a power seeking corruption of the term that allows people to talk at each other rather than to each other.  Those who favor calling whites racist and dismissing the charge against blacks may have had a case for the argument last century but when the President, the Attorney General, and Secretary of Homeland Security are people of color and use race as a decision point for what the Federal government will or will not challenge or defend, I believe the argument becomes moot.

I saw a conversation on Facebook the other day.  One of the few where people actually do more than post a picture and the commenters type LOL.  Two New Yorkers were talking about the evilness of Mr. Trump and the unsuitability of Ms. Clinton.  I assumed in the tone of the conversation they both liked the socialist rhetoric of Mr. Sanders.  Both agreed they would “hold their noses” and vote for Ms. Clinton.  I am but one voice, but if you have to hold your nose to vote then what does that say about your roll in self-government?  Perhaps it is time we started voting our conscience?  If you like Mr. Sanders as a socialist, then why not support the Socialist Party of America, they claim to be a democratic-socialist and social-democracy party much akin to what Mr. Sanders has been arguing for?  Why settle for a two-party system when there are options?

A final thought:  Mr. Trump reminds me a lot of Mr. Clinton, both with huge egos, coming into the election with a number of scandals behind them.  Both became their party’s candidate despite the best efforts of those they ran against.  In Mr. Clinton's case the baggage did not seem as important to the country as the stalled economy.  It will be interesting to see what we think is important in this election.

10 Rules for Flying

Rule 1:  Unless you are the Pilot, First Officer, or other flight crew and are being paid to do it – Don’t fly.

Rule 2:  If you absolutely have to travel, and don’t meet the qualifications noted in Rule 1, consider all alternatives first; like walking, driving, sailing, or sending someone else.

Rule 3:  If you have complied with Rule 2, fail the qualifications of Rule 1, and still want to fly consider psychiatric counseling

Rule 4:  If after Rule 2 and Rule 3 you still want to fly carry on your person everything you need to survive for a week

Rule 5:  Take out extra life insurance at the counter.  What’s that you say, they don’t offer flight life insurance anymore?  That should tell you why Rule 1 is so important.

Rule 6:  Always sit in the back, that way you will be the last one to crash, and you are near the toilets.  On the down side, this can be a problem on long, or long-delayed flights so bring air freshener.

Rule 7: Bring earplugs and a clean pacifier or two

Rule 9: Lose as much weight as possible to fit in the new seats

Rule 10:  Reconsider Rule 1.

The History of Mankind (as best as I can figure) (part 1)

Billions of years ago (5,775 years on the Jewish calendar) there was a garden, everyone in the garden was happy until someone named Fig Newton dropped an apple and there was a big bang when it hit the garden shed’s steel roof.

Eve found the apple, and eating it she immediately realized she was naked.  She ran looking for Adam to complain about not having any cloths to wear.  She then got her girl friends to take her to the mall and get the latest in fashion. This is known as original sin. 

When the bills started coming in Adam realized gardening was just not a profitable line of work and went into hunting.  He and Eve moved around a lot chasing dinosaurs and rabbits, but still found time for a lot of begetting.  So their family grew and each one of them set out to do their own begetting.

Then at some point someone named Fanny May talked the Pharaohs into a building boom where everyone was supposed to have their own pyramid, but this led to a collapse of the pyramid market and Moses was elected to lead the Israelites on a 40 year tour of the Sinai looking for the promised land.  This was the beginning of the Democratic Party and it continues to this day to seek out the promised land of milk and honey.

Then, due to the burning of carbon based fuels the sun was blotted out and we entered the dark ages where the feudal system was invented.  Some guy named Machiavelli taught everyone how to be subtle in politics by killing off the opposition and is credited with the development of the Republican Party.  The feudal system was carried to its ultimate state when the Hatfield’s and the McCoy’s had their feud. After that the McCain-Feinstein act limited the amount of people could spend on feuds so Marvel Comics invented  Super PAC man.

Meanwhile, while all this was going on some of the other children of Adam and Eve figured out that Science was evil or that at least scientists were not to be trusted.  This led to the creation of the department of homeland security who were also known in the scientific world as peers.  These guys or gals were the only ones who were allowed to question the scientific theology.  Eventually the department began to question the people who thought science was evil, and this led to profiling.  To this day members of the department of homeland security can only be viewed from the side and can't see their image in the mirror.