The Straits

I’ve been a Hulu+ user since the beginning of their pay service, and at first, wasn’t a big fan. There didn’t really seem to be any benefit to paying for the content, since not everything was available, and you still had to endure commercials.

Except for the commercials, that’s all changed. There’s a lot of content, some of the best being The Straits, a bit of a melding of Breaking Bad, The Sopranos and even a little Sons of Anarchy thrown in. It’s dark, funny, and full of drug and gun-running crime. Oh, family stuff, too.

The story, an Australian ABC1 production, centers around Harry Montebello, played by Brian Cox. Harry’s London born, but came to Australia in his 20s. He has a Torrest Strait born wife whose mother was Maori. Kitty helped Harry create a thriving crime family with their four adopted children.

The writing is excellent, the characters sharply drawn, making it easy for the viewer to understand the setting and the conflicts from the first episode.

Like Line of Duty, Hulu+ is coming through with great content. Well worth the monthly fee.

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The Trillion Dollar Coin

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ObamacoinIt has been proposed that the Treasury mint and issue a trillion dollar coin.

Why? Is it the stupidest thing you’ve ever heard? I mean, really…I can’t get most vending machines to take a perfect dollar bill without barfing it back at me, and the Government wants to mint a trillion dollar coin?

Seriously, it’s being laughed at in Washington, but believe me, the whole story is a trial balloon, to see how the idea goes over, and I think it will be embraced, because it seems so simple. Here’s how it would work:

The mint stamps out a coin worth a trillion dollars. Maybe two. Or a hundred. Whatever. They deposit the coin in the bank, and say “hey, we’ve got money to pay our bills!”

Really though, how is that different than running the printing presses night and day to print up money, which because we have a fiat currency, they can do anyway? This is much cheaper.

There’s also the possibility that the government, after minting the big coin, will say to China “hey, Chinaman, call in all your Treasury Bills you hold (basically IOUs we print to get them to loan us money) and we’ll be happy to pay them off, with this shiny, new platinum $1 Trillion Dollar coin. There you go, Wo-Fat. Piss off.

Economically, we’re past the point of no return, and to be honest, I’m not sure it’s the dumbest idea in the world. It won’t do anything more than kick the can down the road a couple months, but hey…

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Riding Really Fast

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Recently, I rode to celebrate the birthday of Sonny Barger, famed outlaw biker, founder of Hell’s Angels Motorcycle Club (the inspiration for the F/X hit show “Sons of Anarchy”) and Cave Creek area resident.

It was a blast. Those guys ride really, really fast, which brought to mind the opening scene from Season 5 of Sons of Anarchy.

From Sons of Anarchy, Season 5 Episode 1:

Jax (v/o): Something happens at around 92 miles an hour – thunder-headers drown out all sound, engine vibrations travels at a heart’s rate, field of vision funnels into the immediate and suddenly you’re not on the road, you’re in it. A part of it. Traffic, scenery, cops – just cardboard cutouts blowing over as you past. Sometimes I forget the rush of that. That’s why I love these long runs.

Sorry to disagree, Jax, but after the ride yesterday, I have to rewrite.

Kevin (v/o): Something happens at around 92 miles an hour – thunder-headers drown out all sound, engine vibrations travels at a heart’s rate, field of vision funnels to where you can only see the bike 8 feet away to your left/forward diagonal and the bike about 12 feet ahead of you. You watch that bouncing piece of white along the side of the interstate, wondering if it’s a discarded styrofoam cup or a rock that’s going to bounce up and smack you in the face (good choice going with the 3/4 helmet with clear faceguard today). You glance down at the big silver speedometer and see it pass 90, and then the mirror, hoping for a gap that will let you slow to something more civilized like…80…No luck, and just as you say to yourself “wow, this is the dumbest thing I’ve ever gotten myself involved in,” a road captain flies past you on the left, hanging on to his mini ape-hangers, feet on the highway pegs of his Harley, no-helmet, long white-grey hair almost touching the top rocker of his Hells Angels colors like you’re standing still.

All of a sudden you realize, you are John Travolta’s character in “Wild Hogs” and instead of accidentally burning down Ray Liotta’s MC’s clubhouse, you’re in the pack, riding with them and you decide not to wear the yellow and black Harley Davidson skull cap at the next stop, because it looks too clean, too new, like you just bought it the day before.

Which you did.