Taking Responsibility Instead Of Pointing Fingers

Funnyman Adam Carolla is known for two things: hilarious rants about things that drive him crazy and personal stories about everything from his hardscrabble childhood to his slacker friends to the hypocrisy of Hollywood. He started broke and blue collar and has now been on the Hollywood scene for over fifteen years, yet he never lost his underdog demeanor. He's still connected to the working class guy he once was, and delivers a raw and edgy, fish-out-of-water take on the world he lives in (but mostly disagrees with), telling all the stories, no matter who he offends—family, friends or the famous.

Adam made the following video for Prager University. In it he explains how we can all change ourselves for the better by internalizing things. If we can learn from our mistakes instead of blaming everyone else, we can in essence change the direction of our future. By doing so, maybe we will leave the world a better place when we are gone than it was before we arrived.

Mexican drug cartel threatens Nogales police officers

Could someone tell me why the federal government is not giving the Mexican President an ultimatum that if he does not take care of the drug lords, we will? It was just two weeks ago I reported about the drug cartel pirates chasing fishermen on Falcon lake in an attempt to steal money and equipment from them, now we learn about the death threats to American police officers. This is war, and if the Mexican government cannot do something, then it is the federal governments job to take care of it.

Now the report does say that the drug lords are only telling the officers to turn their back when they are off duty, their are not expecting the police to shirk their duty while on the clock. See, that's how they start, and that how Mexico got where it's at with the drug lords running things. If a man is a policeman, then he is an officer off the clock as well as on the clock. So for them to threaten the officers off the clock means they are threatening the officers on the clock.

The Dinner Roll

Richard Gleaves

This was emailed to me, but credit must go to Richard Gleaves as amended. You can reach his blog here; "Uncommon Sense"

Once upon a time I was invited to the White House for a private dinner with
the President.

I am a respected businessman, with a factory that produces memory chips for
computers and portable electronics.

There was some talk that my industry was being scrutinized by the
administration, but I paid it no mind.  I live in a FREE country.  There's
nothing that the government can do to me if I've broken no laws.  My wealth
was EARNED honestly, and an invitation to dinner with an American President
is an honor.

I checked my coat, was greeted by the Chief of Staff, and joined the
President in a yellow dining room.

We sat across from each other at a table draped in white linen.  The Great
Seal was embossed on the china.  Uniformed staff served our dinner.

The meal was served, and I was startled when my waiter suddenly reached out,
plucked a dinner roll off my plate and began nibbling it as he walked back
to the kitchen..

"Sorry 'bout that," said the President. "Andrew is very hungry."

"I don't appreciate..." I began, but as I looked into the calm brown eyes
across from me, I felt immediately guilty and petty.  It was just a dinner
roll. "Of course," I concluded, and reached for my glass.

Before I could, however, another waiter reached forward, took the glass away
and swallowed the wine in a single gulp.  "And his brother, Eric, is very
thirsty," said the President.

I didn't say anything.  The President is testing my compassion, I thought.
I withheld my comments and decided to play along.  I don't want to seem
unkind..

My plate was whisked away before I had tasted a bite.

"Eric's children are also quite hungry."

With a lurch, I crashed to the floor.  My chair had been pulled out from
under me.

I stood, brushing myself off angrily, and watched as it was carried from the
room.
And their grandmother can't stand for long."

I excused myself, smiling outwardly, but inside feeling like a fool.
Obviously I had been invited to the White House to be sport for some game.
I reached for my coat, to find that it had been taken.

I turned back to the President.

"Their grandfather doesn't like the cold."

I wanted to shout, "that was my coat!"  But again, I looked at the placid
smiling face of my host and decided I was being a poor sport.  I spread my
hands helplessly and chuckled.

Then I felt my hip pocket and realized my wallet was gone.  I excused myself
and walked to a phone on an elegant side table.

I learned shortly that my credit cards had been maxed out, my bank accounts
emptied, my retirement and equity portfolios had vanished, and my wife had
been thrown out of our home.

Apparently, the waiters and their families were moving in.  The President
hadn't moved or spoken as I learned all this, but finally I lowered the
phone into its cradle and turned to face him.

"Andrew's whole family has made bad financial decisions.  They haven't
planned for retirement and they need a house.  They recently defaulted on a
sub-prime mortgage.  I told them they could have your home.  They need it
more than you do."

My hands were shaking.  I felt faint I stumbled back to the table and knelt
on the floor.

The President cheerfully cut his meat, ate his steak, and drank his wine.  I
lowered my eyes and stared at the small grey circles on the tablecloth that
were water drops.

"By the way," he added, "I have just signed an Executive Order nationalizing
your factories.

I'm firing you as head of your business.  I'll be operating the firm now for
the benefit of all mankind.

There's a whole bunch of Erics and Andrews out there and they can't come to
you for jobs groveling like beggars...we need to spread YOUR wealth
around..."

I looked up.  The President dropped his spoon into the empty ramekin which
had been his crme Brule.

He drained the last drops of his wine.  As the table was cleared, he lit a
cigarette and leaned back in his chair.

He stared at me.  I clung to the edge of the table as if it were a ledge and
I were a man hanging over an abyss.

I thought of the years behind me, of the life I had lived.  The life I had
earned with a lifetime of work, risk and struggle.

Why was I punished?  How had I allowed it to be taken?  What game had I
played and lost?  I looked across the table and noticed with some surprise
that there was no game board between us.

What had I done wrong?

As if answering the unspoken thought, President Obama suddenly cocked his
head, locked his empty eyes to mine, and bared a million teeth, chuckling
wryly as he folded his hands.

"You should have stopped me at the dinner roll," he said.

WAKE UP AMERICA !!!