Happy "Back to the Future" Day

Start up your DeLorean, fill your Mr. fusion up with Beer and Banana Peels, then break out your hover board for today because today is Back to the future day!

I plan on going to the cafe 80's and enjoying a Pepsi Perfect ordered from Ronald Reagan himself, well at least an AI facsimile of him.

Too bad we don't have flying cars, well the EPA, the FAA, and the DOT would probably regulate them to death anyway....

“No, I think all you would have to do is go back and tell Jack Ryan to keep his pants on.”

Or Seven of Nine could have lightened up a bit. (JK)

In her 2000 filing, Jeri Ryan alleged that after she and Jack Ryan left the first sex club they entered in New York, he asked her to go to another. She said he told her that he had gone out to dinner with her that night even though he didn’t want to and “the least I could do in return was go to the club he wanted me to go.”

She described the second place as “a bizarre club with cages, whips and other apparatus hanging from the ceiling.”

“Respondent wanted me to have sex with him there with another couple watching. I refused,” Jeri Ryan continued. “Respondent asked me to perform a sexual activity upon him and he specifically asked other people to watch. I was very upset.

“We left the club and respondent apologized, said that I was right and he would never insist that I go to a club again. He promised it was out of his system.”

But later, Jeri Ryan said, Jack Ryan took her to Paris where he again took her to a sex club without first telling her where they were going.

“I told him I thought it was out of his system. I told him he had promised me we would never go. People were having sex everywhere. I cried. I was physically ill. Respondent became very upset with me and said it was not a `turn-on’ for me to cry. I could not get over the incident and my loss of any attraction to him as a result. Respondent knew this was a serious problem. I told him I did not know if we could work it out.”

Source: http://www.chicagotribune.com/news/chi-0406220247jun22-story.html

Both my parents in 1985 had high school educations, worked in factories, had this ancient concept called double and triple overtime whenever they wanted, and combined made over six figures. Had a home in the burbs and stuffed our Christmas tree that year with gifts from their end of year bonuses.

Today my poor brother can barely find part-time work at a car repair joint. My mom’s former factory went to mexico, and my dad’s has since been demolished.

I’ll trade the future of Obama and ISIS, for a Reagan and the Soviets any day of the week.

I catch flack from the uber free trade/capitalist/world market bunch when I say I am not a true believer in unrestricted globalist “free trade”. We need to take care of America first. The mantra of adapt of die is great until you see our country die on the vine. I am tired of us having all these regulations and taxes that strangle business and drive it off shore all. That is not free trade. We have successfully given away our advantage in everything by allowing foreigners to come over here and go to school and work in hi-tech areas and then take that knowledge back home to undermine us. Don’t get me started on Clintons and the Chinese. We give everything away including our money which is contrary to our founding fathers’ vision.

There is no easy answer, but shafting American middle and working class by sending all job over seas is not the answer. Not everyone is cut out to be a computer programmer and even if they were if all 180 million of us worked in that field they would find a way to screw that up and send all those jobs overseas as well.

Yeah, but now we have cheap stuff from overseas and the CEOs can afford 5 vacation homes instead of just 2, so it all balances out.

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