Friday, March 21, 2025

Blue, Red, or Purple?

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"Government has to be cut back like asparagus... every day... or it gets away and goes to seed. Ours did. When there's too much of it, the flower becomes a weed." -Paul Harvey 


Dear Gentlereaders,
Now that, hopefully, I can't be locked up or even canceled for freely admitting that I smoked my fair share of pot when I was a twenty-something hippie with a job (and a nice apartment with a shower) permit me to share some thoughts on what it's like to live in a solid red state that has legalized smoking weed, Ohio.

{Cool, here we go again...}

Last time, I promise. But first, for the record and so you know where I'm coming from: I "self-identify" as center-right and anti-woke but I have certain notions that are classified as center-left by some people, and certain notions that are called far-right by other people.

I'm all for the Donald and Tony Stark draining the Swamp (I pray to God they know what they're doing) but I've never been a Trump fanboy. In fact, I think he's a bully and a vulgarian and that J.D. Vance is his apprentice.  

Unlike Bill Clinton, I freely admit to inhaling. I'm certain that oral sex is sex and I know what the meaning of is, is. I think that he, the little Mrs, and their kid constitute a white-collar crime syndicate.  

(Hey, kids, if the previous paragraph leaves you baffled, you now know what all those old cranks who maintain that odds are you're getting/got a second-rate education at the hands of unionized school teachers are on about.)

{"We don't need no education."

Search term suggestions: Bill and/or Hillary and/or Chelsea Clinton, Slick Willie, the Clinton Foundation, Jeffrey Epstein.

{We got AI, get lost ya troll!} 

Now, having previously written, more than once in fact, about the ongoing marijuana mess created by the state legislature of the state where I've been temporarily living for the last forty years, what follows is just an update, all you really need to know about what up with weed in my corner of Flyoverland. 

If you're one of my millions of regular readers, you already know I don't like to link to previous columns about the same subject unless absolutely necessary for the sake of battling information overload (I'm cool like that). If you're not a regular reader, this is but one of the many reasons you should be.


In Ohio, a solidly red, thoroughly gerrymandered state from Lake Erie to the Ohio River, it's possible to place a "citizens initiative" on the ballot. That is to say, propose a law that will be put on the books if the voters of Ohio approve it — and if you can get around the powers that be if they don't want it on the ballot, but that's another story. 
      
The good news is that such an initiative was passed on 11/7/23, and smoking a weed that can relatively easily be grown at home, in the privacy of your home, is no longer against the law. 

I've not been a pothead for longer than many some of you have been alive, but I am aware that prohibiting the use of certain substances can cause more harm than good. A Khan Academy article about when America temporarily banned alcohol tells you everything you need to know. "Prohibition led directly to the rise of organized crime."

The bad news is the Ohio State Legislature can tinker with a citizen's initiative as much as they want, and of course, they do. Long story short, both the State Senate and House have recently introduced separate bills to modify things to their liking. The House mostly, with one important exception, wants to leave things alone, the Senate wants to increase the sin tax from 10 to 15%.

The Senate bill reduces the number of weeds you can grow yourself from 12 to 6 so that Granny won't try to beef up her fixed income by becoming a drug dealer so she can buy some eggs. You'd think an allegedly Republican state would encourage competition, but when it comes to weed, alcohol, and gambling they prefer to maintain control of the market.  

I may no longer be a pothead but I do have friends in low places and I'm led to believe it's possible to buy perfectly good weed on the street for less than you pay at authorized pot shops.   

Our five-foot-tall, 78-year-old governor's proposed budget doubles the sin tax to 20%. And yes, Ohio charges sales tax on weed. In fact, when we file our state income taxes, we're asked if we bought anything out of state that we need to pay Ohio sales taxes on.

{Seriously?}

Can't make this sh...tuff up, Dana.

{I wonder if anybody actually does?}

Off the top of my head, I can't remember which bill, perhaps both? forbids buying weed in another state and bringing it home. Think of all the lost sales tax revenue that could be collected when people rat themselves out when they file their state income taxes. 

Both bills definitely want to do away with divvying up sin tax revenues among various social programs, as specified in the original citizen-created and citizen-passed law, and dump the tax money into the general fund so that the esteemed statesmen statespersons of our full-time legislature can spend the money as they see fit.

I'm sure glad I don't live in an over-regulated, over-taxed blue state that's top-heavy with full-time legislators...

{As opposed to?}
 
Texas, the 8th or 9th largest economy on Earth, to which no shortage of blue state (and Ohio) refugees have fled in droves, which has no state income tax and a part-time legislature that gets together for 120 days every other year

{Yeah, but it's hot as Hades for 8 or 9 months out of the year. And isn't smoking weed still against the law?}

Yeah, but it's only a matter of time. The major metros have opted to decriminalize. 

For more details on the Ohio Marijuana mess, here's an article published by the Ohio Capital Journal titled Ohio Republicans <Republican politicians> claim voters didn't know what they were voting on when legalizing weed, that's both informative and accidentally hi-LAR-ious

Which brings us to Colorado. 

{Well, sure, obviously?}


Colorado ain't as blue as Ohio is red, yet, but it's getting there. I freely admit to not being an expert on Colorado politics, but I know it was one of the first states to legalize the sale of recreational weed more than a decade ago. 

As of 1/1/14, it was possible to buy weed, legally, from a weed store — as opposed to that sketchy-looking dude behind the 7-Eleven that a friend of a friend of yours swears is cool — in Boulder.  

However...

I went a-googlin' and it took about a literal minute to discover that what originally looked like plenty of legal weed for aficionados, plenty of profits for entrepreneurs, and plenty of tax revenue for both the state and local governments started petering out in about a metaphorical minute.

The Pike's Peak gold rush, 1858 to 1861, comes to mind. (Pike's Peak is in Colorado, kids.)

{"We don't need no education."}

There are lots of reasons for this, competition, both locally and nationally, is a prominent one. The one that I find the most interesting is sin taxes/over-regulation.

From the Wall Street Journal: "Colorado levies a 15% marijuana sales tax and 15% excise tax on marijuana, and Pueblo County tacks on another 5% excise tax and a 6% sales tax. Cannabis businesses in the city of Pueblo pay an additional 10% excise tax, among the highest in the state." 

"...every year the state adds more and more rules."

"The Colorado Marijuana Enforcement Division said it is considering (my emphasis) proposals that would simplify rules for marijuana businesses."

Blue, Red, or Purple?

Colonel Cranky

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Saturday, March 8, 2025

Live From New York!

 It's Saturday Night!

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"Can you imagine us years from today sharing a park bench quietly? How terribly strange to be 70." -Paul Simon


Dear Gentlereaders,
I apologize to Mr. Simon, I hope he will forgive me for minding his business. 

I've been a fan since he and Mr. Garfunkle began making the world a better place back in the '60s. I remember the first time I heard Bridge Over Troubled Water in my friend Walter's old Mercury — the one with the manual choke that had an aversion to leaving the driveway on cold Winter mornings? — on our way to school one day.

Incredible. 

I hope he doesn't take what follows personally. However, his recent appearance with... wait a sec', I'll be right back. Found it! He opened the Saturday Night Live 50th anniversary show by performing Homeward Bound with one Sabrina Carpenter.

Hoo-Boy. 

I'm sure/I hope she's a perfectly nice young woman in real life, but I took one look with my toxic male gaze and immediately (and unfairly) surmised that her painted-on dress, and a visage so covered with makeup it looked like she was wearing a mask, indicated she was a practitioner of the sing insipid pop songs while dressing as provocatively as possible and prancing around the stage like a stripper genre — who was probably a former employee of the Walt Disney Company.

I was wrong. 

She sings dirty insipid pop songs while writhing about and occasionally assuming a position similar to a dog in heat looking for um... companionship. Why a musical giant was scripted to sing a duet with Ms. Carpenter served to perfectly illustrate how far both SNL and the music industry have fallen.  

{Oh c'mon Grandpa, get a grip!}

Open up YouTube and punch in her name, Dana, I'll wait.

{By the stomach of the eternal cow! Walt Disney must be spinning in his grave! No, wait, he's a Disneysicle, right?}


Actually, he was cremated; the Disneysicle thing is an urban legend.  

{Hold on, what does Ms. Carpenter's apparent willingness to do what a girl's gotta do to succeed in a patriarchy dominated by pasty sexists have to do with Paul Simon?}

Before I explain, for the record, I'm with ya Dana. Obviously, Ms. Carpenter is merely exerting her agency and embracing her sexuality, thus turning the tables on poor saps like me in thrall to their toxic male gaze. 

{Say, is there such a thing as a toxic female and/or lesbian and/or bisexual gaze?}

No, of course not, now, back to Paul Simon.

{Wait, wait, wait. What about those biologically male dudes who've discovered they're lesbians, the ones who are mad because some, I'm guessing most, biologically female lesbians don't want to shake the sheets with them? Do you think they're afflicted with a toxic male gaze?}

I'm moving on. 


Paul Simon is an old man. I can say this without fear of retribution/cancellation as I'm also an old man, a role I embrace without embarrassment/hesitation. Mr. Simon's performance on the show was amazing... for a man of 83. 

{Not to worry, I'm sure he won't take your observation personally.}

Performing with a 25-year-old, who delivered a joke about how her parents weren't yet born when he wrote the song they sang together served to highlight the fact he's um... lost a step, which is not exactly shocking.

{What about the Donald? He's almost 79 and...}

And seems to be almost as sharp as a tack, clearly sharper than the tack our unbiased media claim Sleepy Joe was/is anyway, but I have TSS (Trump Saturation Syndrome), so please, let's move on.     

I'm a remarkably youthful 71 (a mere stripling compared to Mr. Simon) but my short-term memory has deteriorated to the point that it's starting to worry me. I suffer from a marked case of tunnel vision. I'm dealing with no shortage of various and sundry health problems, in fact, a new one was recently added to the list. I've lost several steps.

So it goes, but I don't wish to shatter the illusions of any of my millions of gentlereaders by putting myself out there whereupon they'll discover I'm yet another slowly but steadily declining Boomer who could wake up dead any given day without anyone saying, "But he was so young!".

{Hold up there, Sparky. You forget that since I reside somewhere within your unusually large noggin, I know everything you know and I know that you've been signed by CCA.]

The Hollywood talent agency CCA (Creative Artists Agency) represents all sorts of celebrities, even idealistic politicians like Sleepy Joe, America's Wine Mom, the Obamas, and the pride of Texas, Beto O'Rourke, for example.

{Beto who? Hey, who's America's Wine Mom?}

have been signed by CCA, but I have no intention of leaving Casa de Chaos and my beloved Ohio mountains and appearing who knows where and doing who knows what. I did it for a big fat signing bonus.  

{Aren't you afraid they'll sue you?}

Nah, I've got a nephew who's a newly minted lawyer in search of fame and fortune who's willing to defend me for nothing with his parent's full support. They're trying to get him out of their basement so they can sell their house and move to Tennessee (NE Ohio, Canada's deep South, has very short summers). I figure that if necessary he can drag the case out till after I'm dead. In fact, he's already preparing a countersuit as a defensive measure. 

Far be it from me to declare who needs to get off the stage, but if I were Paul Simon I would, considering all that he's accomplished and the legacy he's leaving, but that's up to him. Anyway, I'm probably wrong, a phenomenon that occurs with disturbing regularity. After all, he's going on tour this year and the cheap seats are going for 50 bucks last I heard.   

Life's a bitch, but eventually, you'll die, so relax and enjoy the show. Personally, I highly recommend listening to Paul Simon records, recorded with or without his childhood friend Artie's stellar assistance. Mr. Simon's not coming to the Hooterville Metropolitan Area, so I couldn't go see him even if I could afford to, I spent my signing bonus on lottery tickets. 

Colonel Cranky

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Friday, February 21, 2025

The Power of Dumb Luck

"How the <feck> did old people take over the world?" 

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"The average person living in the world today is, on average, ruled over by someone forty years older than them." -How Money Works


Dear Gentlereaders,
Permit me to begin with some deck clearing. 

This missive was inspired by (and borrows heavily from) a video titled Gerontocracy created by the YouTube channel How Money Works. This is slightly less ethically dubious than you might think. My biggest fan, a semi-Luddite who doesn't own a computer, accesses my columns via the dead trees format. He can't watch the video so...

I'm a hooge fan of How Money Works which could also be called Economics For Normal People...in plain English...without econometrics (complicated math)...who may be somewhat skeptical of economists.

{Right? Why do they disagree on so much and why aren't they all gazillionaires if they know what they're talking about?}

I was about to say that the channel could also be called Economics For Dummies, big BUT, the short individual videos they create (rarely longer than 15 minutes) are packed with a lot of information that's presented at a rapid clip. If you haven't had your coffee yet, or are currently feeling overwhelmed by your absurdly complicated life, you may get lost in the details. 

{Maybe that's just you. You've somehow survived long enough to be seventy-something and I've noticed you're often not quite as sharp as...} 

However, if you're feeling focused and motivated... Wait, I've just thought of another title, Where the Rubber of Economics Meets the Road of Reality. That is to say, practical hard-nosed useful information, not esoteric theories.


The Boomers, till the Millenials showed up, were the largest generation in American history, which granted, is common knowledge. Big BUT, if not for the fact we Boomers arrived in the midst of "the most intense period of wealth creation in human history" it would've meant that there was a lot of us trying to get a slice of what would've been a much smaller pie.

That, my dear gentlereaders, is some serious dumb luck.

"...the world is hundreds of times wealthier today than it was in the 1950s and Baby Boomers have been able to capitalize on that for their entire lives with their heavy sway on politics." 

"...a perfect combination of being exposed to new technologies that would go on to change the world and create some of the most valuable businesses in history." 

Hey kids! Did you know that once upon a time, buying a house, comparatively speaking, was a slice of pie? Home prices weren't completely nuts as they now are in no shortage of various and sundry corners of the Republic. 


I'm acutely aware, as likely are most of you, that Sleepy Joe was the oldest president in American history. Assuming the Donald doesn't die (or is killed) before the end of his second term, he'll be the new record-holder by five months (my favorite fun fact from the video).

I'm also acutely aware, as likely are most of you, that many Boomer homeowners are practitioners of the Not In My Yard philosophy of property management, i.e., nope you ain't building that in my town/city/suburb, I/we like things just the way are thank you very much.

You're gonna have to find someplace else to establish your own homestead. Hey, take it up with the zoning commission. Ya want some cheese with that whine? Geesh, kids these days...

Now, while I was more or less aware that the average age of the average congressman congressperson is almost 60, and the average age of Senators is 64...

{You knew that?}

Cough, cough, as I said, more or less. Hey, I didn't have the exact information stored in Neuron #887925639234989852 but I knew the average is over 60. The good news is that the average age of members of Congress has dropped a few years lately -- several older members have died. 

While I'm not at all surprised that it turns out that only 15 to 27% of Americans vote in local elections (Guilty. I confess I don't always vote in Hooterville's local elections), I didn't know that homeowners over the age of 65 are seven times more likely to vote in local elections than voters 18 to 34.

The Hooterville Metropolitan area is top-heavy with my fellow geezers and geezerettes; the average age of a city councilman councilperson in the USA is 51.

"Elderly people have voted for elderly people who will keep their homes valuable which tends to be more elderly people helping to cement the gerontocracy from the ground floor. So, elderly people were influential at the right time to get rich and then they use that wealth to buy even more influence."    

I have no idea who my city councilperson is or how old he/she/they and their fellow legislators are, and I don't care, primarily because I'm a confirmed renter — I've been living in Ohio temporarily for 40 years — and Hooterville is relatively small. When our councilpersons do something goofy we turn on 'em quick, and they tend to back off. Fortunately, they're only part-timers who have real jobs in the real world.  

"That government is best which governs least." -Probably not Jefferson or Thoreau 

Another big BUT: in larger municipalities "...your locally elected representatives probably have more power over your life than the big dogs in Washington." These people could lower housing costs and increase supply, "but across the country, they choose not to."

OK, Boomer? This is why the kids hate you, hopefully not yours, but lots of other people's kids do. Pray they don't start paying more attention to local politics and that many will continue to support the Wokie notion that childless Millies and Zoomers stacked on top of each other like cordwood in large cities constitutes the good life. 

Watch the video irregardless of your age. I've only scratched the surface of the information you'll find. Aren't you lucky I told you about it? 

Colonel Cranky

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