In a time of universal deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act
George Orwell from 1984 said that. Universal Deceit. Do you feel like our politicians have lied to us. Republicans and Democrats alike. I do. I suppose there are exceptions but for the most part they are so busy spinning the facts to what they want them to be it is making me dizzy. Sort of the way you get dizzy on a kids merry go round in the playgrounds that used to be at my elementary school. Dizzy. So dizzy I finally threw up.
There are some numbers I want to share with you. You should have some concept of what $1 Million dollars looks like. I mean we have some idea of how much that is. If you had $1 Million dollars a day for 365 days that would be $365 Million dollars, right. Well, do that for 2731 years and you have $1 Trillion dollars. Did you get that? 2731 YEARS. That is about 700 years BEFORE CHRIST. I don’t know if that hurts or helps but it gave me a better perspective of what $1 Trillion dollars looks like.
That is the best case cost of our new and improved health care bill. Our deficit is about that much too just for 2009. I don’t think it matters how you feel about all those things. What matters is that you get some idea of how much money we are talking about. Think about it.
Thanks for listening,
Jerry Robertson
Bob Dylan on Hope
This is something my son shared with me in a paper he wrote for school. I will share his take on it later but wanted to get this out today to everyone. It is really a message about hope.
As recited by Bob Dylan, Town Hall, New York, NY, Apr 12, 1963,
released on “The Bootleg Series, Volumes 1-3,” 1991;
transcribed by Manfred Helfert.
Published lyrics © 1973 Special Rider Music
There’s this book comin’ out, an’ they asked me to write something about Woody…
Sort of like “What does Woody Guthrie mean to you?” in twenty-five words…And I couldn’t do it — I wrote out five pages and… I have it here, it’s…
Have it here by accident, actually… but I’d like to say this out loud…
So… if you can sort of roll along with this thing here, this is called
“Last Thoughts on Woody Guthrie.”When your head gets twisted and your mind grows numb
When you think you’re too old, too young, too smart or too dumb
When you’re laggin’ behind an’ losin’ your pace
In the slow-motion crawl or life’s busy race
No matter whatcha doin’ if you start givin’ up
If the wine don’t come to the top of your cup
If the wind got you sideways it’s one hand holdin’ on
And the other starts slippin’ and the feelin’ is gone
And your train engine fire needs a new spark to catch it
And the wood’s easy findin’ but you’re lazy to fetch it
And your sidewalk starts curlin’ and the street gets too long
And you start walkin’ backwards though you know that it’s wrong
And lonesome comes up as down goes the day
And tomorrow’s mornin’ seems so far away
And you feel the reins from your pony are slippin’
And your rope is a-slidin’ ’cause your hands are a-drippin’
And your sun-decked desert and evergreen valleys
Turn to broken down slums and trash-can alleys
And your sky cries water and your drain pipe’s a-pourin’
And the lightnin’s a-flashin’ and the thunder’s a-crashin’
The windows are rattlin’ and breakin’ and the roof tops are shakin’
And your whole world’s a-slammin’ and bangin’
And your minutes of sun turn to hours of storm
An’ to yourself you sometimes say
“I never knew it was gonna be this way
Why didn’t they tell me the day I was born?”And you start gettin’ chills and you’re jumpin’ from sweat
And you’re lookin’ for somethin’ you ain’t quite found yet
And you’re knee-deep in dark water with your hands in the air
And the whole world’s watchin’ with a window peek stare
And your good gal leaves and she’s long gone a-flyin’
And your heart feels sick like fish when they’re fryin’
And your jackhammer falls from your hands to your feet
But you need it badly an’ it lays on the street
And your bell’s bangin’ loudly but you can’t hear its beat
And you think your ears mighta been hurt
Your eyes’ve turned filthy from the sight-blindin’ dirt
And you figured you failed in yesterday’s rush
When you were faked out an’ fooled while facin’ a four flush
And all the time you were holdin’ three queens
It’s makin you mad, it’s makin’ you mean
Like in the middle of Life magazine
Bouncin’ around a pinball machine
And there’s something on your mind that you wanna be sayin’
That somebody someplace oughta be hearin’
But it’s trapped on your tongue, sealed in your head
And it bothers you badly when your layin’ in bed
And no matter how you try you just can’t say it
And you’re scared to your soul you just might forget it
And your eyes get swimmy from the tears in your head
An’ your pillows of feathers turn to blankets of lead
And the lion’s mouth opens and you’re starin’ at his teeth
And his jaws start closin’ with you underneath
And you’re flat on your belly with your hands tied behind
And you wish you’d never taken that last detour sign
You say to yourself just what am I doin’
On this road I’m walkin’, on this trail I’m turnin’
On this curve I’m hangin’
On this pathway I’m strollin’, this space I’m taking
And this air I’m inhaling?
Am I mixed up too much, am I mixed up too hard
Why am I walking, where am I running
What am I saying, what am I knowing
On this guitar I’m playing, on this banjo I’m frailing
On this mandolin I’m strumming, in the song I’m singing,
In the tune I’m humming, in the words that I’m thinking
In the words I’m writing
In this ocean of hours I’m all the time drinking
Who am I helping, what am I breaking
What am I giving, what am I taking?
But you try with your whole soul best
Never to think these thoughts and never to let
Them kind of thoughts gain ground
Or make your heart pound
But then again you know when they’re around
Just waiting for a chance to slip and drop down
‘Cause sometimes you hear ‘em when the night time come creeping
And you fear they might catch you sleeping
And you jump from your bed, from the last chapter of dreamin’
And you can’t remember for the best of your thinkin’
If that was you in the dream that was screaming
And you know that’s somethin’ special you’re needin’
And you know there’s no drug that’ll do for the healing
And no liquor in the land to stop your brain from bleedingYou need somethin’ special
You need somethin’ special, all right
You need a fast flyin’ train on a tornado track
To shoot you someplace and shoot you back
You need a cyclone wind on a stream engine howler
That’s been banging and booming and blowing forever
That knows your troubles a hundred times over
You need a Greyhound bus that don’t bar no race
That won’t laugh at your looks
Your voice or your face
And by any number of bets in the book
Will be rolling long after the bubblegum craze
You need something to open up a new door
To show you something you seen before
But overlooked a hundred times or more
You need something to open your eyes
You need something to make it known
That it’s you and no one else that owns
That spot that you’re standing, that space that you’re sitting
That the world ain’t got you beat
That it ain’t got you licked
It can’t get you crazy no matter how many times you might get kicked
You need something special, all right
You need something special to give you hope
But hope’s just a word
That maybe you said, maybe you heard
On some windy corner ’round a wide-angled curveBut that’s what you need man, and you need it bad
And your trouble is you know it too good
‘Cause you look an’ you start gettin’ the chills
‘Cause you can’t find it on a dollar bill
And it ain’t on Macy’s window sill
And it ain’t on no rich kid’s road map
And it ain’t in no fat kid’s fraternity house
And it ain’t made in no Hollywood wheat germ
And it ain’t on that dim-lit stage
With that half-wit comedian on it
Rantin’ and ravin’ and takin’ your money
And you thinks it’s funny
No, you can’t find it neither in no night club, no yacht club
And it ain’t in the seats of a supper club
And sure as hell you’re bound to tell
No matter how hard you rub
You just ain’t a-gonna find it on your ticket stub
No, it ain’t in the rumors people’re tellin’ you
And it ain’t in the pimple-lotion people are sellin’ you
And it ain’t in a cardboard-box house
Or down any movie star’s blouse
And you can’t find it on the golf course
And Uncle Remus can’t tell you and neither can Santa Claus
And it ain’t in the cream puff hairdo or cotton candy clothes
Ain’t in the dime store dummies an’ bubblegum goons
And it ain’t in the marshmallow noises of the chocolate cake voices
That come knocking and tapping in Christmas wrapping
Sayin’ ain’t I pretty and ain’t I cute, look at my skin,
Look at my skin shine, look at my skin glow,
Look at my skin laugh, look at my skin cry,
When you can’t even sense if they got any insides
These people so pretty in their ribbons and bows
No, you’ll not now or no other day
Find it on the doorsteps made of paper maché
And inside of the people made of molasses
That every other day buy a new pair of sunglasses
And it ain’t in the fifty-star generals and flipped-out phonies
Who’d turn you in for a tenth of a penny
Who breathe and burp and bend and crack
And before you can count from one to ten
Do it all over again but this time behind your back, my friend,
The ones that wheel and deal and whirl and twirl
And play games with each other in their sand-box world
And you can’t find it either in the no-talent fools
That run around gallant
And make all the rules for the ones that got talent
And it ain’t in the ones that ain’t got any talent but think they do
And think they’re fooling you
The ones that jump on the wagon
Just for a while ’cause they know it’s in style
To get their kicks, get out of it quick
And make all kinds of rnoney and chicks
And you yell to yourself and you throw down your hat
Saying, “Christ, do I gotta be like that?
Ain’t there no one here that knows where I’m at
Ain’t there no one here that knows how I feel
Good God Almighty, that stuff ain’t real”:No, but that ain’t your game, it ain’t your race
You can’t hear your name, you can’t see your face
You gotta look some other place
And where do you look for this hope that you’re seekin’
Where do you look for this lamp that’s a-burnin’
Where do you look for this oil well gushin’
Where do you look for this candle that’s glowin’
Where do you look for this hope that you know is there
And out there somewhere
And your feet can only walk down two kinds of roads
Your eyes can only look through two kinds of windows
Your nose can only smell two kinds of hallways
You can touch and twist
And turn two kinds of doorknobs
You can either go to the church of your choice
Or you go to Brooklyn State HospitalYou find God in the church of your choice
You find Woody Guthrie in Brooklyn State Hospital
And though it’s only my opinion
I may be right or wrong
You’ll find them both
In Grand Canyon
Sundown
Technology Tips for March 1
How Much Influence Does Your Twitter Account Have: Klout allows you to track the impact of your opinions, links and recommendations across your social graph. They collect data about the content you create, how people interact with that content and the size and composition of your network. From there, they analyze the data to find indicators of influence and then provide you with innovative tools to interact and interpret data. http://klout.com
Communicating With Groups: On Wiggio, you can share and edit files, manage a group calendar, poll your group, post links, set up conference calls, chat online and send mass text, voice and email messages to your group members. Each group member can define how they want to keep informed of group activity. http://wiggio.com
More Usable Photo Editing Site: Photosynth creates a new experience with groups of photos. Creating a synth allows you to share the photos you value using the cinematic quality of a movie, the control fo a video game, and the detail of the real world. http://photosynth.net/default.aspx
Convert Email to Text Message: AwayFind is a web application that finds your most important emails. When you receive an urgent message, AwayFind will notify you with a cell phone call, SMS, IM, DM,(Twitter), or delegate the message to someone you specify. http://www.awayfind.com
Jot Down Notes: Your computer is a great place to jot down quick notes. You can copy a URL you want to remember. Windows comes with a handy program for taking notes. It’s Notepad. CloudPad is a good note-taking alternative. Write them up, give them a title and set their priority. You can also tag them with descriptive words and phrases. You can view them by priority level. You can search for both note titles and content. And you can easily locate common note tags through a tag cloud. http://sourceforge.net/projects/cloudpad/
Thanks for listening,
Jerry Robertson
678-561-4463 Direct
Technology tips courtesy of Rick DeLuca at www.RealEstateIdeaClub.com
Make all you can, save all you can, give all you can
“Make all you can, save all you can, give all you can.” – John Wesley
You may not be getting a $15,000 raise this year, but that doesn’t mean you can’t have that much coming your way. By implementing the fun and simple money-saving tips included in this piece, you could save thousands of dollars this year.
For example, 30 percent of consumers eligible for a product rebate never apply, and another
21 percent of consumers who apply never receive their rebates due to a technicality or a failure to follow up. These add up to a huge sum of money on which millions of people are missing out.
In this month’s Item of Value, I’ve examined the many ways that you can save your hard-earned money, from sticking to a budget to negotiating better deals. You will even find a list of areas in which you can save big bucks—up to $15,000 a year!
Look closer and you’ll discover you’re missing out on some great opportunities to save money.
Thanks for listening,
Jerry Robertson
678-231-1578 Cell
The Market and the Media
“A market is the combined behavior of thousands of people responding to information, misinformation and whim.” – Kenneth Chang
Do you find yourself frustrated by what’s reported in the mainstream media? If so, you are not alone. Recent studies have found that many Americans are skeptical of news organizations.
Because many of us depend on the mainstream media to deliver our news and real estate market updates, we are often at their mercy. How can we be sure that the media is telling us the whole story?
I’ve devoted this month’s Item of Value to examining the role that media plays in our understanding of conditions in the current housing market. You will also find advice for putting the mainstream media’s reporting into context. Media reports can be filled with stories that focus only on the negative by using misleading headlines or burying the positive news.
It’s easy for the media to distort today’s news for its own gain, and I want to show you how you can avoid this!
One more thing in this months Item of Value is a connection to BFF Travel. This is a company that is here to help with travel needs. I know a lot of you will just ‘go on the Internet’ to book travel but there are some real benefits to working with someone who is knowledgeable and can direct you to great deals and maybe a destination you never thought of. Check them out at www.bfftravel.com. You can count on them to take great care of you. Speaking of destinations you never thought of reminds me of the difference between an old biker and a young biker. The young biker picks a destination. The old biker picks a direction. 
Call me if I can help you or your friends navigate this new real estate market. Things have changed and I am a student of the changes. Thanks for your referrals and keep ‘em coming. We are here to help.
Thanks for listening,
Jerry Robertson
678-231-1578 Cell
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