
What a car!!!!!!! A 1965, Chevy, Malibu, S. S.
I was told I have no idea what I’m talking about, nobody cares about the use of the land, wake up man it’s only 45 acres, expand your horizons, see the big picture, nobody will have to drive to Salinas to buy a pair of pants.
Maybe their right. I even brought up the idea of planed growth in the hills surrounding all that beautiful farm land and my thinking processes were promptly put into question; after all who hasn’t heard of the 25% slope policy?
Another comment: Yeah, 45 acres of productive farm land. Why don't you factor into your equation the fact that farmers are all losing their shirts because of over supply, weak markets, light demand? Who gives a rip about 45 acres of productive farm land if you can't make a living farming?
It is my understanding that supply and demand drive prices, why is it then that when I go to the produce section or any other section that I come away with so much less for my spending dollar then ever before? Somebody is making the money. The statement that farmers are losing their shirts may have some foundation in validity; but is it because of the arguments mentioned or perhaps may there be another underlying cause? Labor and unions pinching out every available cent, people receiving eight hours pay they may not have earned, property taxes that have a strangle hold on the property owners, the cost of fuel; these are just a few possibilities on which to engage in in-depth analysis and insightful prognostication. In time, with the attitude of who gives a rip about 45 acres of productive farm land Soledad, King City, Greenfield and Gonzales will all become like Salinas and someone, somewhere, sometime will once again gaze upon the land and remember what it once was and in total bewilderment ask why.
Then I took up the struggle of providing reasons, logical I thought, as to why everyone should come together and oppose this assault on our intelligence called a prison re-entry facility. I brought up financial reasons that will naturally have an adverse affect on everyone. I brought up an example describing similar situations in another state by a Sheriff there and how, through his ingenuity, creativity and care about his community millions of dollars were saved while obtaining the same result. I provided web sites for everyone to check for themselves. In the end few responded, and so it goes, the wheel turns and with no obstruction it will roll on faster and faster until, in the end, it can’t be stopped, it will be to late, and someone, someday will ask why. The city and the county watch very closely the way people react to things and as in a chess game prepare for their next move, I’m afraid they have already called checkmate.
If the illogic of current events isn’t profound enough now we have the Governor turning California into a nanny state. The government telling us what we can and can not eat. Trans fats, they say are bad for us, so the government is removing our personal options to use it or not. Talk about big brother, now it’s mom and dad as well. Where does this intrusion into our personal liberties stop? I am not the worlds greatest cook, or authority on cooking, but I know there are some great southern cooks that could care less about trans fats. The dishes that come from their creative skills are something to smack your lips over and write about.
In Santa Cruse and a host of other cities they can no longer use Styrofoam.
In San Francisco plastic shopping bags are banned, watch out for those rainy days. I remember going shopping for those must have items, the rain comes down, the paper bag falls apart, groceries everywhere. The people in San Francisco will remember to in about 4 or 5 months.
I remember cars when they were cars, not these little look alike boxes on wheels with lawn mower engines to propel them that they have today. Remember the 56 Chevy, the Dodge Charger, the 65 Chevy Malibu, the 283, 4 barrel carburetor and so on? In commercials on television young people are shown drooling over cars kids back in the 60’s wouldn’t look once at much less twice. Remember the roar of the engines, gearing down as you come to a known spot where the police sit and wait, the thrill of the ride? That has been forgotten because we have allowed ourselves to be herded into the situation we find ourselves in today. They were advertising the new 2008 Malibu, 4 door Sedan and the character it has. The only problem is it only comes in a pathetic 4-cylinder and a slightly better 6 cylinder. This car use to be a Super Sport. In its hay day it came with a 4 barrel carburetor on a 283 or later a 327, with an automatic gear down transmission or 4 or 5 speed manual transmission. My 65, 2 door coupe had the automation transmission on the floor, a maroon paint job with black leather upholstery, fancy wheels and spit fire out of the exhaust, what a sight at night and the power going through those gears sat you back deeply in the seat. Brand new, ordered from the factory, it cost me $3500. Look at the Malibu they sell today, it’s a family car and what use to be the family car, the Chevy Impala, known then as the “poor mans Cadillac,” is now a Super Sport that few can afford.
Chevy is coming out late this year or early next with the Camaro, sporting a Corvette engine that is supposed to have the power expected back in the 60’s and 70’s, we‘ll see.
I think if I hear one more advertisement or commercial on the television or radio about green this or green that I’ll throw the damn thing out the window. I want my country back!! All we hear is Al Gore says we should do this or that while he goes around, in the lap of luxury, laughing at how gullible we are. We are encouraged to give up our older cars and even truckers are encouraged to change over their engines, I even heard where $50,000 is offered to truckers towards the purchase of a new, “Green” truck. Where will it end? Oh and don’t forget the new light bulb, containing mercury, with all the hazard warnings in case of breakage, we are supposed to change over to.
I often ask myself what has happened to my county, yes and my country? I woke up, like Rip Van Winkle, and it was gone and I couldn‘t find anyone who seemed to care. I was under the impression that the truth is supposed to set us free, but in spite of trying to shine the light of truth on different subjects that, in my opinion, will leave us all vulnerable, the overall consensus seems to be, so-what? This whole mess looks like my kitchen after making pancakes, all battered up.
I guess it is ,after all, just a lot of bridge under the water.