“This Is Our Last Resort”: 48,000 UAW Workers Set For First Nationwide Strike At GM In 12 Years https://www.zerohedge.com/geopolitical/our-last-resort-uaw-launches-first-nationwide-strike-gm-12-years
Oh knock it off! Why are y’all forcing management to pay for your stuff when we the consumers prefer better stuff manufactured from abroad? Your days are numbered.
Y’all can’t MAGA if y’all continue being thugs against us consumers. Huh, the more we won’t buy GM stuff. Sheesh.
Yesterday, I was on the NB HWY 101 for 45 friggin’ minutes from 8:30am to 9:15am. It was supposed to a normal commute of only 1/2 mile in length and because of an accident off Lawrency Expressway, which is farther up north, I had to come in later and of course leave later! I hate that!
After work, I drove homebound only to encounter another fender at the railroad intersection! Unbelievable! The two-door sedan had its left engine block smashed and the fender pieces of white, styrofoam material was astrew on the road in front of the car.
Two people were on stretchers. I saw one was a deeply tanned and skinny old man and the other one is probably his wife. The second vehicle was up on the center divide of smooth stone works with its right fender area smashed. She appeared to be an elderly woman with nice top and matching white colored slacks and shoes.
So Maw walked two blocks SLOWLY for five minutes to take a look with me from the shade of a corner street light until the infamous MATOS tow truck came to haul the broken vehicle.
Later during dinner, we figured out that the couple ran the red street light at high speed, just as the old woman was making a left into their lane, which is the right of only two lanes. That’s how the fender got clipped off.
I assumed/visulized they were in a hurry to see their grandchildren. Anyway, I took pictures of the SJFD truck and the scene, a blurry one with a moving vehicle and an up close shot of just the broken car.
This morning (like yesterday) was rather bright, I think. The morning air smelled heavily of sulfur. That means the devil was in our neighborhood. I thought that the smell originated from the sewer located underneath the house across from us. But the air lingered well to our local church a couple of miles away.
The winds blew much cooler as I walked my three lapse around the block at work. Theresa D. joined me after Allen B. and her came from the north end of a road. It was such a nice day that I decided to get a $50.00 touch up on a couple of dings located on the right back fin and rear end bumper. I’ve yet to pay by check later on because I thought the detailer from the back parking lot would still be there after noontime.
A VERY loud helicopter buzzed over my workplace this afternoon. The direction came from the SJC airport going eastward. This fly-over was after I posted my blog entry about the road where I saw four suspicious cars parked along side of the route that I’ve been taking to go to work this morning. I mumbled under my breath: “They’re here!”
At 7:52pm, I heard the siren from the SJFD (Engine # E-34). The firemen arrived at the scene. It’s the corner house, adjacent (or diagonally located) from our home. I also see the ambulance and the gurney coming out. The driver was mock playing a dribble as a boy was running with a basketball. A white dude is standing near the streetlight. Both the boy and the guy is wearing dark shirts.
Today’s is beautiful (unlike fat people who need to take frequent showers so as to avoid stinking up the air we breath). Lots of sunny, clear blue skies. The airs was somewhat warm but not warm enough; for Pimon the parakeet shivered a bit.
However, Pimon is more alert and alive! He has actually went down to eat with the other birds late yesterday and the whole of today. He liked the Avi-Cakes and the conveniently located millet seed spray, which is wedged in between two mirrors and secure from falling down.
We ate at McDonald’s for breakfast, picked-up Maw’s doctor’s prescription and Paw’s Mazda Protogé from the Capital Expressway dealership, which is typically expensive as far as repairs are concerned!
[Flynn’s comments: Listening to CoastToCoastAM.com with George Noory. The usage of red-light cameras for light-runners is truly an invasion of privacy. People like moi happen to do stupid things. IMO: The waste to made these light-runners would be tremendous – electricity to use the camera, the paper sent through regular mail and the stress on people will make potential psychos out there. Anyway, it’s good to crack down on wackos (or irate drivers) this way.]
10 pm – 2 am PT
First Hour: Prof. Ken Warren will talk about how red-light traffic cameras violate the judicial process and are an invasion of privacy.
Author of several influential books on public policy, Dinesh D’Souza will discuss his latest efforts researching the evidence for life after death by drawing on theories and trends in physics, science, and psychology. Hosted by George Noory.
En route to evening mass that day, we heard over our local radio station 560am-KSFO. A VERY articulate South Asian Indian (obviously from his accent) describing at length and without hesitation to his speech on what had happened with the stress fractures of the San Francisco Bay Bridge.
He knew immediately what was OBVIOUS from the photo – the I-bars needed to be maintained well by oiling, much like chain links to a bicycle. He described further the type of material used for the bridge was nickel and it was very corrosive over time.
According to the host of the radio station at that time, the information is public!
In my small mind, this is a good time to test if people would change their driving behavior and switch from gas guzzling vehicles by buying more fuel efficient ones that are perhaps hybrids or even taking alternative modes of public transportation.
Heard sirens of fire trucks & other vehicles spedd southbound on MY road. Then neighbors small dog howls along, mournfully. Wonder if howls mean emergency,death
That’s the fun of getting lost. You don’t know where you’ll end up. But there is danger everywhere and obviously fear that goes along with not knowing where your are!
That afternoon I was driving along, nay, ruining my engine from constantly braking in congested traffic, on Eastbound 92. The road construction was still going on and for more than a year.
Then for whatever reason, I followed a beige-colored truck and got off Hesperian Blvd. at Sleepy Hollow Ave. I knew I could go straight ahead but wasn’t sure because I didn’t see any passing motorist that went in that direction.
So I turned left, made a U-turn at the next stop and found myself waiting on the bridge and at the left turn lane. I should have went shopping in the mini-mall, just one exit from the turnoff of 92!
It was a glorious, sunny clear blue sky afternoon. I couldn’t believe how warm but still cool the air was. I had my terminator shades on my face and enjoyed the nice breeze of Bay air before the inland of air pollution.
The go streetlight signal turned green and I was on my way back to the main road for another ten friggin minutes before arriving at the SB880 interchange and towards home, San Jose, CA.
The friggin’ traffic from both directions (NB880 this morning and SB880 this evening) was congested! The rain poured after leaving the damn, small office off Clawiter Rd. And Eastbound 92 was clogged, bumper to bumper! My damn wiper blades were failing. The steam wouldn’t stop blocking my view from the inside of my windshield! I had to reve up my engine ever so slightly so the damn engine won’t stall in the middle of traffic! I hate you, Pete!
After traveling one friggin` hour between the hours of 1700pm to 1800pm from Hayward, CA to San Jose, CA and during a wet time homeward bound with traffic slowing everything down, my friggin’ wiper blades were making rubber noises! The incomplete wipes made streak marks right across my windshield and made seeing the friggin’ road difficult! To make traveling one friggin’ hour both friggin’ ways, the steam from inside the windshield made the A/C work overtime. I hate you, Pete!