The Irish Have Their Say, Perhaps Save Themselves in the Process

The Irish have had their say in the ongoing process of the ratification of the much to dismay and obvious surprise of their government. I say surprise simply because the Irish government seemed to think that all they had to do was tell the electorate to “trust us” and vote “Yes”. Then when it became apparent that this might not happen, out came the threats and scare tactics of not voting the way the government had indicated they should, the dire consequences of not following along with the other countries who have already voted in favor of the treaty. Considering the fact that the current “quality of living”, economy, housing situations and crime rate seem to at their worst with the government who wishes the Irish people to “trust them” constantly turning a blind eye to these issues, I find it singularly ironic that such a government would actually believe that their electorate would “trust them” to anything.

Of course, since the voting was complete, there’s been all sorts of accusations from all corners including the one’s who voted “Yes” bashing the ones who voted “No” and everyone else bashing the ones who abstained but that’s to be expected. However, there’s also been quite a lot of chastising of folks who voted “No” simply because they couldn’t make heads or tails of the Treaty itself and after downloading and attempting to grind my way through all the vague wording and political “corp-speak” of said Treaty myself, I can’t say as I blame them. If the “Powers That Be” can’t make it any clearer than that…

Be that as it may, in doing some additional research after the fact, it looks like either “Divine Providence”, “Fate Intervened” or just “Murphy’s Law” working against the Government of Ireland (or certain powers of the present EU perhaps?), saved the Irish people from giving away their right to have any say in future issues of EU treaties or the like by allowing the Irish equivalent of the Senate (the ) to make decisions on any future EU issues without consulting the Irish people in any way, shape or form:

If the change [referring to an amendment to the "Irish Constitution"] is passed this will be the last referendum we have on anything to do with the EU. The last members of the voting public which can ratify or reject EU treaties will be gone. I guess the government figure something that important can’t be left to idiots that voted them in in the first place.

Source: Sneaking Under The Lisbon Treaty Radar

I strongly suggest you read the rest of the above article for the full explanation but to quickly sum up; by voting “Yes”, the Irish electorate would have (mostly unknowingly by what I’ve read) given their permission to their government, the same government who expected the Irish folks to “trust them” and vote Yes, to add an amendment to the Constitution of Ireland which, as explained in the above quote, strip away any future right of the Irish people to vote on any future EU treaties or issues thereof. This would be akin to the voters in Vermont (where I live) telling their State government; “Okay, we’re going to do away with all the traditional, annual town meetings thereby giving up our right to vote on State matters and all matters involving the Federal government and let the State government handle it all from now on“.

Although that’s not an exact, direct comparison, it’s a close equivalent of what the Irish people would be giving up by my way of thinking.

I’m going to end this now and leave you with a three links to certain other posts by Irish folks that I’ve read, one of which I’ve been able to comment on so far (wireless router kept going down this weekend so it’s been catch as catch can) and there’s some good links in these posts and comments to follow for those interested in knowing more. And please, do read the comments as well. One of the best ways to find out what the people involved with this are going through and how they’re feeling about the vote and their place in it is to read their comments. After all, the world is changing faster now than people can keep up and you never know when you yourselves might be facing a similar situation.

Update: (I would have included this earlier but it took me some time to find it again.)

I had to admit I found this BBC News article an accompanying video(s) somewhat amusing as I watched as he danced around the continuing ratification process of the Lisbon Treaty while at the same time saying that the Irish vote and the meaning of their rejection of the Treaty could not be ignored (IE: By law the Treaty should now be dead in the water). Good Lord, could he get any more transparent? Political BS at it’s best.

Check out the other videos in the small sidebar of the article, especially reaction to the final outcome. Here’s the man who supposedly stated earlier that he hadn’t even read it himself yet he wanted the Irish people to vote “Yes” on it??

‘Nuff said.

The Tree Cometh Down-Misses the Bench

We’re in the middle of a severe thunderstorm and Tornado watch here in the Northeast Kingdom (a Tornado Watch in Vermont?) believe it or not and during as the very beginnings of the line of storms preceding a rather large cold front hit the Newport area, we got slammed with a huge amount of wind. This wind came roaring through the area, lasted about 90 seconds which was lasted just long enough and was strong enough to take down my neighbor’s old maple tree.

Check this out:

Maple missed the bench 1
Missed the bench by less than an inch.

Missed the lamp post too
Missed his lamp post too.

Maple missed the bench 2
Think I would have been safe sitting there? I believe I would have.

The storms aren’t over yet, they have the warning out until 6:00 PM so I do believe I’ll head over to Laurie’s quilt shop and help her to close. She’s not too keen on these kind of storms you know.

And it looks like we’ll be running the chain saws when this is over…ya’ think?

The Last Exam

So it’s finally over. The last Special Programs exams at the VA for this increase in disability compensation from my current 70% rating to 100% due to “unemployability” are finished; I had the last two today. The only thing left to do now is to wait for the VA to make the final decision, August being the earliest that I’ll possibly hear from them.

it’s been a long journey to get to this point, a journey which began last October when I had to face the fact that I finally could no longer meet the basic requirements of remaining employed. I saw it coming but it was a hard thing to actually face up to and I’m still having a hard time accepting the hard fact that I’m truly disabled (and slowley getting worse) and that it’s not just a temporary thing. You’d think after nearly thirty years of working with and around these disabilities of mine that I would have gotten the hint by now.

So the best thing I can do at this point is to enjoy the summer and not think about the what might happen if the VA turns down this request. I’ve filed all the forms, been to all the exams and answered all the questions. In other words, there’s nothing more I need to or can do at this point so why worry about a decision that hasn’t been made yet? Yup! Sounds good to me.

Besides, I have work to do on these blogs of mine and the goals therein that I want to meet before the summer is too far gone. It’s time to take this blogging experience of mine and start using it. I have the time so why not put it to good use?

Here’s to a productive summer!

The New Quilt Shop-A few Pics

I wanted to post a few “before and after” pics of before I turned in for the evening. Laurie and I (especially Laurie) have been working hard the last week to get ready to open on June 1st and we actually made it! So here’s some of the results…

Front of shop before:

Shop front before

Shop front after:

Shop front after

Laurie even painted her new mail box:

Her painted mail box

“Wall of Quilts” before:

Wall of Quilts before

“Wall of Quilts” after (with the Cobble Mountain Hammock Chairs hung up):

Wall of Quilts after

Counter area before:

Counter area before

Counter area after:

Counter area after

The “Kitchen” area before (left corner):

Front left corner before

The “Kitchen” area after Laurie finished it (with some of her stained glass as well):

Front left corner after

And towards the back of the shop with the “toy” department at the left and the food shelf (all locally made):

Towards the back the shop

Whew! That’s has to be the most photos I’ve ever put on this blog in one post! And for those of you that are wondering, she makes everything you see in these photos with the exception of the food items and the hammock chairs from start to finish right in the shop itself (although she does weave the seats for the Cobble Mountain “single” chair on the left plus she’s the only dealer in the Northeast Kingdom area). Nothing from China here I can promise you that.

Okay…time for bed. We’re tired!

My Very First Love

1969 Oldsmobile Cutlass "S"

Yup, there she is…my very first sweetie; a 1969 Oldsmobile Cutlass “S”. Of course this isn’t the exact same car; that one is long gone but she looked just like the one above with the small exception of some subtle pin striping I did along the main lines of the body.

My father had given her to me when I came back from Navy boot camp all those years ago and by the time I finished with her she had dual exhaust connected to BlackJack headers, a pair of “Hush Thrush” mufflers and an original Offenhauser 4 barrel manifold I took off an old wrecked Cutlass 442 of the same year with the original (rebuilt of course) 750 CFM “Quadra-Jet” 4 barrel carburetor. There were other miscellaneous tweaks here and there of course but I’ve forgotten most of them by now.

Since the same engine sizes were used in the 442 and the “S” models alike, the actual switchover was easy with only a minor change in the primary jets to make up for using exhaust headers instead of the original 442 exhaust manifolds (greater exhaust flow with the headers). Since the “S” and the “442″ could come with 350 and 400 cubic inch “Rocket” engines, or the record setting 455 “HO” in the rarer 442 “W-30″ editions, that wide block 350 in mine did well enough when she turned nearly 400 horsepower on the dyno at the local speed shop when I was finished with her and that was with the (mostly) stock engine.

By the way, for the younger generation who are currently driving around these small cars with 4 banger engines stuffed in them, “442″ stood for…

4 on the floor
4 barrel
2 exhaust pipes (dual exhaust)

We traveled the roads for many years together my sweetie and I, and won many road battles against those obnoxious, pushy, overly-aggressive drivers who always think they own the road. A beautiful true love affair if any young man ever had one. Then one fateful winter day in the hands of my sister, who is an excellent driver in her own right, my first love met her end on her way back from Boston during a classic Nor’easter.

Normally an excellent handling car, summer or winter, she was pushed off the highway by an out of control 4 wheel drive Jeep whose driver thought 4 wheel drive meant they could do 80 miles an hour in a raging blizzard on a snow covered highway. She ripped out her guts on a large block of cement that was covered by a huge snow drift my sister had plowed the car through in a valiant attempt to slow her down. By the time the cops arrived my sister had removed my highly expensive stereo setup, the battery and was working on removing the intake manifold and carburetor from the engine when the officer finally had to make her stop to keep her from freezing to death before she was finished.

Where my first love ended up I never did find out nor did I want to. This had all occurred while I was poking holes in the ocean on board my submarine during my time in the Cold War Naval Submarine Force and I didn’t find out until the boat had finally made home port in Norfolk, VA that following summer. I had left the car up north for safe keeping while I was out on a rather long deployment.

All I know was that my sister had recovered the car from where they took it after the accident and had it brought back to my parents place. But before she could have her mechanic friends look at it to see if the engine and drive train were repairable; my father had it towed off to the junk yard while she was at work (one of the only black marks on his record as my father). I couldn’t possibly describe my reaction when I found out I was so devastated.

And so I’ll always have a special place in my heart for that first love of mine and all the wondrous adventures we had together. And I’m always hoping she’s resting in peace rather than in pieces wherever she may be. Perhaps, when I die, we’ll go driving once more on the roads of some other place far away from here.

You never forget your first love.