Saturday, November 26, 2011

TIME of Propaganda

A picture is worth a thousand words. Please consider the following pictures.

The above picture is on the December 5th 2011 TIME Magazine cover for Europe, Asia, and the South Pacific.

Below the December 5th 2011 Time Magazine Cover for the United States of America.


Drinking Water

(song by Drinking Water)

Yo I want my milk with rocket gas

I wanna watch it on the T.V. so I buy it fast

I wanna do my body so damn good I don’t even decay

hunger hits my stomach so I reach for the meat

its all so fuckin easy cuz its so cheap

but does my body really want this food or is it just my mind?

I think its just my mind

whyd you have to go and take over my brain

outlaw the weed so we don’t have the right to think

I don’t gotta hear you or give you a chance

I know that this relationship was built on lies and circumstance

its my idea of a disaster

but now I get to thinking

who is really on my side?

My 20 years of eating lies seems like a silent suicide

its my idea of a disaster Since 1937 they been slangin this shit

Anslinger fuckin pitched it and he made the profit

so now it seems like the minds of the people are more easily tamed

they dish out the poison and you gobble it up

the diabetes and the cancer prove the F.D.A.’S corrupt

but where does the sickness come from inside me inside you?

I think its from the food

I don’t have to hear you or give you a chance

whats the point of Wal-Mart if I could grow my own cannabis?

Its my idea of a disaster

you don’t wanna know.

Thursday, November 24, 2011


Historically, Buy Nothing D

ay has been about fasting from hyper consumerism –a break from the cash register and reflecting on how dependent we really are on conspicuous consumption. On this 20th anniversary of Buy Nothing Day, we take it to the next level, marrying it with the message of #occupy… We #OCCUPYXMAS.
Shenanigans begin November 25!
for the wild, Culture Jammers HQ. (From

Another seemingly great idea from the people who brought you the Occupy movement, AdBusters. #OCCUPYXMAS could prove to be a very effective movement; yet, it is not without flaws. Buy Nothing Day sounds great until they extend it to overlap Small Business Day. Anyone wanting to "stick it" to the large corporations should use their purchasing power to support small business. I would really like to know if the people at AdBusters will truly follow their own plan? Will they stop purchasing items through Xmas? Will they not grace their friends and family with gifts on Xmas day?

Many across the nation will have no choice but to cut back on gifts this holiday season due to the poor economy. The first year of the recession most people still had jobs and were able to make their normal purchases. The second year, under pressure, people used their savings and credit cards to maintain the same level of consumerism. Now, in the third year, many families will fall in the trap of "Xmas only comes once a year" and possibly go all out (beyond their means) to have a Xmas full of material crap they don't NEED. The trap is already taking effect as this has been declared the busiest travel season since the financial meltdown. Thousands will "occupy" the sidewalks outside of large retailers in hope of getting "great deals".

Gerald Celente, of the Trends Research Institute, has recently stated that the economy is artificially being propped up until after the holiday season. Celente forecasts a hard economic collapse after January 2012. Assuming Celente is correct, the Black Friday hype by corporate retailers, is a last attempt to take whatever little cash consumers will give up before the whole house goes up in flames. Some major stores have even pushed their Black Friday shopping hours back to 10pm Thanksgiving day. This combined with the ridiculous "deals" they are offering tells me retailers know what is coming.

My suggestion is to modestly enjoy the holidays with gifts that fulfil the NEEDS of the people receiving them. In case of an economic collapse that 60 inch 3D flatscreen will not benefit anyone, unless it is to be pawned or traded for food. For families whom have not began to store food... this should be a priority, along with clothes, and other useful items which fulfil a NEED. It doesn't sound all that great for Xmas, but, these are not great times we're living in. Furthermore, it seems things will only get worse. Once these possible future needs are met, there is no reason people shouldn't support their local small businesses.

The sad truth is that most Americans will fall for the consumerism traps set by corporate retailers. My guess is that even the Occupy peeps will support the very corporations they hate. People will buy things they do not need at prices they can not afford. Afterall, its Xmas...

Sunday, November 20, 2011

The Life of an Only Child, Moi (The Jack Kretzer Story)

I have been asked why I haven’t shared my past 50 years with you. Probably there are various reasons why you haven’t heard the highs and lows of a life that has never had a goal or mission other than to survive, do the things I enjoy doing, and to be kind to others along the way.

My dad was born in Clarinda, Iowa a community best known for a trombone player that composed “string of pearls”. He had nine brothers and sisters, three of whom lived to be adults. Don’t really know a lot about ‘Hoppy’s’ family other than a couple of trips to Clarinda on the choo choo train.

On the other hand my mom’s family had been in the Hannibal area for several generations. Bertie had two brothers and one sister; she was the oldest. Had she not passed away in 1997 she would have celebrated her 100th birthday this past April. Bertie loved kids.

I was a lucky guy to have a Bertie and a Hoppy!

In my senior year at HHS I won the Michaelman Scholarship from the steel fabricating company in Quincy. Why I was chosen remains a mystery, if excelling in college was expected.

Almost immediately after graduation I went to work for the Missouri State Highway Department, as a Rodman assigned to Jim Minton’s resident engineer office in Oakwood. As I recall, all of our construction projects were in the woods building farm-to-market road that would bring a state highway to within 2 miles of everyone in Missouri.

My second summer after HHS I worked for Michaelman in Quincy ‘bucking’ rivets.

My third summer I sat out in the railroad siding in West Quincy watching a construction worker batching cement to be hauled to the job site.

Another summer I worked in Rock Island, Illinois for a consultant redecking the Arsenal Bridge, a double deck bridge.

Also, I spent a year working for Sverdrup and Parcel in St. Louis, as a Draftsman and part-time Rodman laying out the Mark Twain Expressway (I-70). That year I lived at the YMCA and then shared a small apartment at residential hotel at Euclid and Pine. My landlord was the guy who owned a coffee company that did safari commercials. Can’t remember his name now, but I will! His first name was Dana. (Dana Brown owner of Safari Coffee)

In between I went to MIT. That was an experience that all should have that want to be an engineer. I lived in Baker House, the newest dorm on the campus. I enrolled in Course 1, Civil Engineering. Living away from home was exciting and a problem. Early on I mixed my white and colored clothes and ended up with pink underwear.

My life at MIT could fill a file drawer with the good experiences that I had and the waste of opportunity I brought on myself. Won’t dwell of my academic prowess or lack thereof.

I will recall my people experiences at MIT. Each Saturday we would go to Durgin Park in Haymarket Square at Fanuel Hall for lunch since the cafeteria at Baker House was closed.

At MIT I was accepted into a double quartette called the “Logarithms”. We made a couple of records, 78s. We would sing at the girl’s schools in the Boston area and had one opportunity to sing at the Waldorf Astoria hotel in New York City for a fund raising event for the Alfred P. Sloan School of Management. Afterwards, we went to see the Steve Allen TV show and tried to get to sing on national TV; the log who???

In the MIT glee club I got a different experience in singing, but the same experience in singing at girl’s school. One trip was to Bennington College in Vermont on the border with New York State, so after the concert those who wanted to imbibe could walk across the state line to New York and get a drink.

One of the good experiences was my involvement with the churches in the Boston area. First, I attended Old Cambridge Baptist Church on the edge of Harvard Square. Our Sunday school teacher was a MIT electrical engineering prof, Karl Wilde. There I was introduced to drinking tea with cake donuts. The pastor’s name was Spence Parsons, a real nice guy and a fair preacher.

Somehow I transferred to Tremont Temple Baptist Church on Tremont Street down the street from the Boston Commons. Their pastor was Harold l. Fickett Jr. from California; he was a good preacher and brought the Southern Baptist thinking to an American Baptist church and made it dually aligned.

The deacons dressed in ‘morning coats’ and used trays on the end of a stick to collect the offering. There were two paid soloists, Ruby Slaven and Ralph (it will come to me). I sang in the choir under the organist/choirmaster, Terry Fulham, who later became an Episcopal priest.

I was elected president of the college/career class. One summer the church sent a group to Ridgecrest, North Carolina to a student retreat. That, also, got me a visit to a college friend in Atlanta, Georgia.

One of the projects that consumed my time was the establishment of a Baptist Student Union at MIT.

In my spare time I tried dating girls from New England Baptist Hospital School of Nursing, after a time dating the secretary of Dr. Fickett, a girl from Yarmouth, Nova Scotia, Canada. For a short time I was interested in a girl, Sally, who attended the female branch of Tufts University.

Then I met Marion Louise Perrigo outside of the subway station across from Park Street Church. My, I can still have vivid pictures in my mind of the Boston area. Marion got my attention when she asked “what’s your major maladjustment”?

You must understand that I grew-up with a preference for a wife that shared my values of no smoking and drinking. At cjhs I think that I gave a speech about the evils of smoking and drinking.

We were married in September of 1958 in Manchester, New Hampshire. Had three ministers perform the ceremony and I sang to Marion. Our honeymoon was in New York City at the Governor Clinton Hotel. Saw a Broadway play.

After the wedding we lived in Hannibal with my folks for three months before we moved to Columbia where we enrolled in Mizzou. I was in civil engineering and Marion completed her bachelor degree in nursing and master’s degree in public health nursing.

We moved to Poplar Bluff, Missouri where I worked for the Missouri State Highway Department in a resident engineer office. We lived there from 64 to 68 when we relocated to the St. Louis area and I worked for the Missouri State Highway Department in Kirkwood and Marion became a nursing professor at the St. Louis community college in north St. Louis County; we lived in Florissant, Missouri.

While in Poplar Bluff John Scott and Kara-Lynn Scott were born in the hospital in Cape Girardeau, Missouri. Anyone ever travel 80 miles in a 58 vw for false labor??

Nothing particular happened in Poplar Bluff. I worked part-time, as choir director at a General Baptist church and later at Second Baptist church.

One of the fellows in our resident engineer office was Davey Crockett, cousin of Roy Acuff. One look at Davey and you knew that he was related to the singer of the ‘great speckled bird’.

The district engineer was interested in getting the engineers in district 10 licensed as professional engineers. That got me to study and to take the two required tests, which I passed, but could not become a registered professional engineer until I had received my bachelor degree. Gee, I forgot to say that we left Mizzou with me 3 credit hour shy of my BSCE. The best thing that Marion did for me was to get me to go to summer school in 1968. I spent the summer at Columbia and worked part-time for the bridge office in the City of Jefferson.

When we moved to Florissant, I was a professional engineer assigned, as a senior highway designer in the Kirkwood office. While there, I was promoted to District Highway Design Engineer, a fancy title for a squad leader. Today ‘I are a manager’ with no formal training in how to go about those duties. I can remember that it took me two weeks to get up my courage to evaluate Bill Summerfield, senior draftsman in my squad. On the plus side I will take credit for mentoring Bobby Orange, a Black draftsman who knew absolutely nothing other than where the office was located; Larry, to his family, went to the community college and got his associate degree.

After about four years at the MSHD I made a decision to leave the safety of the department and go to the East-West Gateway Coordinating Council and work in regional planning. Tough to leave a safe job for life and take a chance on something unknown.

During this next period, my life almost ended in an auto accident where I tangled with a Bi-State Transit bus. Landed in the hospital for 8 months with the first 30 days in intensive care with a tracheotomy. It is interesting to note that the day of my accident Marion had an appointment with an attorney to discuss divorce. Shortly after I returned home Marion told me to pack and leave. I ended up moving back to the Parkedge Hotel in St. Louis.

Our divorce took about four years because I fought for custody of J. Scott and Kara-Lynn. In the end the judge told Marion that he thought that she was not a nice person and awarded her custody and me the bills.

For about 6 month in 77 I moved back to Hannibal, worked for Crane and Fleming, as chief engineer, and lived with my folks on Gemini, possibly the house that Nancy and Russ now live in. During my tenure with Crane and Fleming, I traveled throughout the state marketing our services.

In August I decided to take a job with a consulting firm in St. Peters, Missouri. Before I was to go to work I decided to have a hip replacement done at Barnes Hospital in St. Louis.

The night before surgery was memorable. They forgot to take an x-ray, until late. The intern, who visited with me talked about knee surgery. My roommate was naked and in restraints and kept asking for me to call a cab so that he could go home. The next morning laying on the gurney outside of the operating room I heard the staff saying that they couldn’t find the x-ray.

I lay there thinking that I should just tell them to take me back to my room. Then I said to myself, no, get the surgery done.

When I woke-up in the recovery room with cold blood coursing through my veins, I found myself in traction. When they placed the pin in my truncated femur, they split the bone and placed a wire around the broken bone and placed me in traction. I spent 16 weeks in traction before they decided that it wasn’t working. I then went into a body cast like I had in the 8th grade. Body cast didn’t work either, so they then removed the artificial hip and released me on crutches in March of the following year.

Instead of going to work for Pickett, Ray and Silver I became the Director of Engineering and Planning for the City of St. Peters, where ‘Greg the hammer’ was and is living. This was a heady experience, because after two months on the job my boss, the city administrator, resigned and recommended that I be named acting City Administrator in addition to my duties, as Director. I learned that I could handle multiple responsibilities and accomplish things for which I had no training or experience. I wanted very badly to be City Administrator, but they hired a guy from North Carolina. I did create the first annual softball game between the staff and the elected and appointed officials with the warring political fractions doing the umpiring.

I then spent the next four years in Florissant, as Director of Public Works/Water/Health. One of my accomplishments was an electric vehicle demonstration project funded by the department of energy. Has anyone ever driven an electric vehicle??? Neato!!!

When mayor Eagan decided to replace me. I spent the next six months trying to peddle my knowledge with electric vehicles to area communities.

In 1981 Mayor Schoemehl of the City of St. Louis appointed me to be Director of Public Utilities. This job was another kind of challenge. Because of poor fiscal management the city almost went bankrupt. My department of 650 employees was downsized by 100 positions overnight without losing any responsibilities for water system for 1,000,000 people, 55,000 street lights, Soulard (PUBLIC) Market, building lighting and electrical, the Macarthur railroad bridge, and two power plants for the two city hospitals. The current high-pressure sodium lights in St. Louis and the water supplied to the cities of St. Peters and Saint Charles were my doing.

When I fell out of favor with the comptroller, the mayor’s chief of staff called in a favor and a consulting firm, Campbell Design Group, hired me, as a special whatever. That job lasted 12 months. I even had to play poker with the county court from Jefferson County and CDG reimbursed my losses.

I then formed a consulting firm called Jack Kretzer and Associates that did small projects for the private and public sectors. Our private sector client’s thought that we were the JKAA national bank, so they were slow paying. Kara-Lynn was president and I was principal and chief engineer. JKAA was the training ground for individuals from the unemployment office. Spent a lot of court time recovering our accounts receivable.

In 1978, Bertie came to live with me and take care of me, J. Scott, and for a brief period of time, Kara-Lynn.

Also, during this period, I ran for St. Louis County Executive against ‘mean gene’ Mcnary, who was then trying to build a domed stadium for the St. Louis Football Cardinals. 38,000 people voted against ‘mean gene’ and I lost. I don’t know where my ‘wild hair’ ideas come from.

In November of ‘88 Bertie and I loaded up my car and moved to Worcester, Massachusetts for me to work for the City of Worcester, as a principal civil engineer. This was at the time Michael Dukakis was running for president and telling everyone about the ‘Massachusetts miracle’, a big lie. After 21 months, I was laid-off with 13,999 other city employees.

Tried to find work in New England without success and decided to move back to Florissant. No luck finding a job in the St. Louis area, but in the beginning of 92 I became Winnebago County Engineer in Rockford, Illinois.

New learning experience about employee empowerment and republican/democrat politics.

During this time, I fell and broken my good hip. Had never met the surgeon before the operation, but it was the first time I have awaken from surgery feeling good.

Planned and implemented a lot of road and bridge construction with the public happy about our projects, even a toll bridge.

At one point the chairman of the county board wanted his wife’s best friend’s husband to be county engineer and got the county board to buy out my appointment.

During this time bertie’s health began to fail. If someone you love ever wants to give you a hug, say thank you and hug them back. A lesson I learned the hard way.

When Bertie passed away on December 27, 1997, I took her home to Hannibal to be buried and continued west to work for the Arizona Department of Transportation in Yuma, as District Maintenance Engineer. That lasted six months. Since I was 62, I took my social security retirement.

From September of 2000 to January of 2001 I worked for the Town of Quartzsite, Arizona, as Director of Public Services.

Since living in Yuma, I have been in Kiwanis, served on the board of Habitat For Humanity, am a member (token) of the League of Women Voters, active in the Arizona Reform Party, a member of the Arizona Historical Society, and am now working to get a statewide petition signed to require new voters to prove citizenship.

Never made a mistake in my life, but I have learned many great lessons.

Regrets of my life have been:

Didn’t know that Wayne King joined the navy in our sophomore year,

Can’t recall taking Sandy Skeen to the senior prom,

Took 15 years to get my BSCE,

Have not taken time to maintain relationships with the Class of 53, and

My inability to have a lasting marriage.

I have had a challenging professional career that included:

Becoming registered, as a professional engineer in Missouri, Illinois, Massachusetts, Arizona, Michigan, and Pennsylvania,

Planting seeds of employee empowerment,

Handling responsibilities for which I had no training, and

Involving the public in capital improvements.

Would I have changed something along the way, maybe?

- Jack Kretzer

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Citizens' Address on Fluoridation

Good evening. My name is Doc Medina. I am here tonight to share some key information about fluoridation as it pertains to the City of Yuma, and to make a simple rational request.

First I will cover three main types of fluoride we are all exposed to.

Calcium Fluoride. This is what some call NATURALLY OCCURRING fluoride. Calcium fluoride is not soluble enough to be hazardous to humans upon ingestion. Therefore, I do not find this type of fluoride in our water alarming.

Sodium Fluoride. This is the FDA approved fluoride for medication purposes. It is found in toothpaste, mouth wash, prozac, etc. This type of fluoride can be quite toxic upon ingestion, as evidenced by the warnings to "contact poison control center" if more than the recommended dose is ingested.

Fluorosillicic Acid. This is highly toxic industrial waste. It is what the local government of Yuma adds to the public water supply. Unlike other additives or treatments, used to make our water safe, Fluorosillicic Acid is detrimental the health of th citizens of Yuma. According to the Fluorosillicic Acid Material Safety Data Sheet, used by the city, this hazardous waste cannot be dumped in a regular landfill due to its toxicity.

Now I will share some information specific to the City of Yuma's fluoridation program.

The City of Yuma spends about $20,000 - $30,000 per year to poison our water. I'm sure the city could use $20,000 elsewhere.

The initiative passed to fluoridate Yuma city water did NOT create or amend any ordinance. All the city has is a "Resolution".

There is no legal opinion on the initiative to fluoridate and the city clerk was not able to provide a copy of the initiative. There's no way to verify the initiative was even legal. This tells me that the city does NOT have to poison our water and any member of this City Council can bring this issue to vote for repeal.

The Declaration of Independence tells us that governments are instituted amongst men to secure the rights of the people.
Amongst those rights are Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness.

By adding industrial toxic waste to public water this government is NOT securing Life for the citizens of Yuma.

Adding fluoride to the public water supply infringes on the Liberty of the poorest in our community. Those who cannot afford to buy expensive fluoride filters and therefore do not have a choice to be free from fluoride.

As for the pursuit of Happiness; Whether you believe it to be material, property, or emotional...How happy will the people be, in a few years,when this community sees a rise of dental fluorosis, skeletal fluorosis, and even osteosarcoma?

The Ninth Amendment reads-
The enumeration in the Constitution, of certain rights, shall not be construed to deny or disparage others retained by the people.

The people retain the right to not be poisoned by their government.

My request is simple. I demand that this City Council repeal the resolution to fluoridate the public water supply. Fulfill your most basic duty as government. Secure the rights of the citizens, and stop poisoning the people of Yuma.

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

The Tea Party, Alive and Well?

A few weeks ago I was invited on the Russ Clark Live and Local radio show to discuss the Occupy Phoenix event I attended. During that radio interview I was pegged as part of the 99%, for supporting the movement's freedom of assembly and right to free speech. After the interview I shared this blog's address with Russ in a final attempt to clarify my position. At the urging of Russ Clark, Colorado River Tea Party Chairman, I attended my first Tea Party rally. The event, on the 29th Oct. 2011, had former Sheriff Richard Mack as a guest speaker. I had heard of Sheriff Mack from groups such as Oath Keepers, We are Change, and from the Alex Jones radio show. My preconception of the CRTP (Colorado River Tea Party) was largely based on the fact that the chairman is also an on air personality at the local main stream conservative station. On the Russ Clark Live and Local Show I often hear Russ echo main stream "conservative" talking points. Therefore, I was intrigued that Sheriff Mack would speak in front of the CRTP.

The rally was set up across the street from Yuma City Hall. Atop a large crane the American flag was proudly displayed. Several booths were set up across from the stage, behind the seating area. The Tea Party attendees, about one hundred, were an older generation of proud Americans. Mr. Clark had bragged about rallies of thousands in the past, yet such was not the case during this particular rally. I expected more people being that a re-districting of the area was in progress and Sheriff Mack was a guest speaker...The leaders of the CRTP introduced themselves with a sense of pride derived from running their respective departments. Ginger Jane and I were told that we were the youngest couple they had seen, in attendance, in a long time. For the most part I admired the leadership's involvement and the pride derived there from. A few, however, had an air of "Big fish in a little pond". Arizona Senator Don Shooter exemplified this sort of ego in his introduction. He approached my beautiful G Jane and I, with a joke about her shoes, followed by his introduction "I'm Senator Don Shooter" as he handed me his business card. It is not a joke, there really was a pause, as if he was waiting for us to jump out of our seats and be amazed by his mere presence. Those of you who know me, well, can already picture my reaction. I gave him a thumbs-up and carried on, with out missing a beat, my girl did the same. [Side Note: Don't come at me sideways like you're so important and expect me to like you.]

The actual rally began a little late, but, it was worth the wait. After the national anthem and pledge of allegiance Sheriff Richard Mack was introduced. Sheriff Mack spoke of state's rights, individual freedoms, and other great liberty topics. As advertised in the CRTP flier Sheriff Mack was a powerful speaker and proved to be a great patriot. Unfortunately, his speech was cut short by Russ Clark. Not sure if it was due to time constraints or the fact that Mack mentioned We are Change. Either way it seemed like the wrong move, I could have listened for a couple more hours, the man is a genius. Sheriff Mack was followed by Don Shooter and Doug McKee.

Before leaving we were approached by Russ Clark. He was friendly and apparently happy to see us there. He asked "What did you think? We're not so violent after all?" Why would the "chairman" of any Tea Party group ask such a question?!? Apperantly, he still thought we were liberal socialists whom were critical of the Tea Party. He mentioned how some of our "Blogs" (referring to liberal and occupy movement internet posts) had a negative view of the Tea Party. My only question to him was "Have you read MY blog?" He replied no. Well, Russ just in case that by some miracle you happen to read this.... if your particular Tea Party group was any less violent it would be in serious need of a defibrillator. All joking aside, it was a great event which I'm glad to have been a part of. I encourage everyone to get involved, especially the younger generations, this group needs an energy infusion and revitalization.