Talk is cheap. At least for the moment.

If only life were like Hollywood movies so many of our problems would be quick to solve or would be even non-existent.

Rep. Jeff Miller, the Florida Republican who chairs the House Committee on Veterans Affairs, points to the new Tom Hanks movie “Larry Crowne” as an example of an unemployed 50-something Navy veteran who goes to college in order to catch up with those in industry with a higher education. Of course, I haven’t seen the new movie and Miller doesn’t suggest what happens to Crowne so Hanks’ character stands as a victim with no real solution to his problems.

Miller writes in the National Review Online that veterans have plenty to offer upon their returning from a tour of duty. To his credit, Miller voices his opinion for ensuring employers keep open the jobs which were left when overburdened National Guard and Reservists were called to duty during this country’s extraordinary “Ops Tempo,” or operational tempo, milspeak for military folks working their butts off during the last decade or so as civilian soliders. The House Vets chairman also opines that jobs should be there for military personnel who were medics who can transition to EMTs or how those who drove up-armored trucks could go to work for the nation’s trucking industry.

But what about artillery soldiers who spent their time riding sentry with a machine gun on a HUMVEE in Iraq or a Navy petty officer who specialized in keeping Tomahawk missiles in ship shape and ready at a moment’s notice? For at least the last 30 or so years I have been gone from the Navy, I have seen an ever-increasing desire to put more military veterans to work by either cross-training, retraining or translating jobs of former military men and women into careers that are realistic for them and their military training.

Too often though the types of programs put together for veterans — sometimes these are through government programs — are more a pipe dream.

One also must worry for the fate of new veterans with the current animosity the Republican Congress has for the federal government. Many veterans often find a better chance of matching their former military skills with jobs through the federal civil service. Yet, some congressional members would like to see thousands of federal jobs cut and those remaining jobs with small salary and little chance for advancement.

Well then, the Republicans always have their fallback to suggest, the private sector. Perhaps so, but if we are cutting jobs, why can’t we also cut jobs those which the GOP would say could be replaced by private sector employees? Why do we need a government anyway? Perhaps one reason would be to protect the security and safety of all those rich folks who should pay no taxes, if you hear the GOP talk about it.

The Republican Congress is talking out both sides of their cheeks. If House members like Rep. Miller want to help veterans, then they should get on the ball and start doing things to create jobs rather than blame the President for all our economic woes. If the Republicans want to displace our federal workforce — something I happen to be really, really against — they should start thinking beyond mere displacement.

Many veterans would probably be glad to tell Congressman Miller that talk is cheap. But things like food, gasoline, electric bills, medicine and transporation costs, that is a whole different ball of expenses.

No haboobs here

Nature provided a pretty good show just a few minutes ago. It was thundering and lightning, and even for a short while, raining, all to beat the band.

Well, if the band was out marching in the thunderstorm on an open field it might have been beaten, or struck down perhaps, would be the better term. I’ve know a couple of folks who were struck by lightning. One guy I interviewed for a news story was zapped by lightning, in all places, outside a church after a Sunday service while he was holding an umbrella and helping little old ladies to their cars during quite a drenching. You see what being good will do for you?

I think even the most fervent rain hater might have liked the rain we got just now as we head toward a 30-inch rain deficit from this Texas-sized drought. And did you see videos of that “haboob,” the huge dust storm out in Arizona? It evokes the days of “this dusty old dust storm” that Woodie Guthrie sang about in “So Long It’s Been Good To Know Yuh.”

Some folks say the current drought in Texas is worse than the drought during the Dust Bowl. Bust this isn’t the Dust Bowl and the Republicans like those in the Great Depression and the Great Recession have yet to put us into a dusty Great Depression II. I stress yet.

Just enjoy those thundery rain-filled afternoons and hope more of those are a-coming.

And in the end: Justice as a small comfort

First of all, welcome back from vacation. Oh, wait. It is I who has returned from vacation, annual leave, if you will. Thank you.

It’s a hot chimichanga outside of where I am parked, under a big box fan, in an air conditioned room. The official temperature for our county is 96 degrees which is reported by the National Weather Service from their gauges and knobs at the Jack Brooks Regional Airport in Nederland, Texas. The heat index is 104.° I don’t know why I feel compelled to give the temperature outside. I suppose that after you read what I am writing you might just think my thoughts are those of a man whose head has been baked by the Texas heat. That is, unless you know me and then you realize that my mind is pretty much like this 24/7.

How about that Casey Anthony verdict?

I learned years ago, while regularly reporting on criminal court cases of all descriptions, that only a fool would try to second guess a jury. I suppose that is why we have so many danged fool lawyers. Har. Har.

One must remember that it doesn’t matter whether one is guilty or not in the criminal justice system, it is what the jury sees and hears and — at least in theory — determines in a verdict after applying the law.

In all honesty, I have only listened and read bits and pieces of the Casey Anthony case that has seemed to captivate the nation as such trials sometimes do. I could voice an opinion, but it would be stupid for me to do so because I have not closely followed the case. I will opine that just reading in the newspaper or online, or watching bits or pieces or highlights on TV, does not make for even close to an educated guess for such a case.

Such a lack of knowledge does not prevent many folks from making snap judgments as to why Anthony should have been found guilty on murder, manslaughter or even child abuse charges. She was found guilty of four counts of lying to the police. Ah ha, we have a smoking gun! If she lies to the police, she’d lie to anyone about anything. Well, no. No she wouldn’t. Why lie to the cops about that fourth, or fifth or sixth or eighth beer or Jello shots? No officer, I didn’t see that “One-Way” sign. But I was going only one way!

Our system of criminal justice wins wide praise among our citizens when a finding is to our liking. When not liked, we promptly proclaim the doctrine of guilty before being found innocent. A trial like Anthony’s, where she is widely dubbed by the talking heads as the cruel killer Mommy leaves many among our populace with a temporary insanity tilting toward mob rule. Look at OJ. Even I think he did it. But, really, what do I know?

In the end, justice is as justice is served. What does that mean exactly? Beats me. But if comeuppance really has some application in life, or death, then perhaps those who go unpunished will travel that route no more at some point in time.

Casey Anthony may not be the first killer to go free, nor in our imperfect system of criminal justice that could be much worse, will she be the last. That is a concept that bears remembering should one find themselves on trial someday for a crime they didn’t commit. That is, even though it is small comfort for that little girl who was named Caylee.

Happy 4th of Independence!

Have a happy Independence Day this July 4, 2011. Then back to work, finishing a whole week’s worth of toil and trouble in four or perhaps even three days! In my case it is after 11 days off. Happy, happy. Then just shoot me.