Liberals Worst Nightmare
is going to come screaming home at 'em today with trumps choice to replace retiring Justice Kennedy. Hate it as I may, Trumps President and he gets to nominate wtf he wants. Thing is, I'm still hot over Obama losing a seat, and that's on Democrats for not screaming from the roof tops. They should have lit the country on fire, but that's not what todays dems do. Now as far as Roe vs Wade, they won't fight for that either, even if they take the house, and the Senate. Why? Because it seems all they do these days is bitch and complain, and point fingers. Pelosi is past child bearing age, Schumer probably shoots blanks with the help of a lot of Viagra, and the rest of leadership can't get a hard on for a good fight, so essentially, they just won't care.
And I'm a liberal.
I'm a Man,
and it's Friday.
So I'm going to do man things,
like drink tequila, mow the lawn,
and make the wife happy.
therefore I am, says some cow in Zimbabwe. A year ago I woulda laughed at the suggestion of a talking cow from Zimbabwe, but not these days. After all, there's a orange orangutan running around spouting a lot of bullshit, so why not a cow? My only hope is that now that cows can talk, they talk responsible, and don't lie, and don't make fun of others, like the orange one did recently in Montana. Claiming Wisconsin turned orange in the last election, a feat Reagan could never achieve is, uh, a fucking lie. Let's not stop there, the orange one slammed the first Bush, and his thousand points of light, and in between hurled new insults at a man on his deathbed, John McCain.
Just because a cow can talk, doesn't mean they have anything intelligent, or of value to talk about, but I truly now believe cows can talk. It's the world we live in at the moment.
While it's an interesting question, 'Could humans and dinosaurs coexist?' I'm not sure why anyone would waste their time asking. Unless someone was actually wondering what could possibly go wrong if they tried to clone a couple of T-Rex's. I mean, like really! Does anyone out there think they wouldn't eat us? I like dinosaurs as much as the next kid, but I'm not as fast and agile as I once was, then again, maybe it's a good thing my meat ain't so supple and tender. I guess the bigger question is, if you can clone a dinosaur, you've got the technology down pat, and I'm left wondering who out there is a living breathing clone?
So Therese Patricia Okoumou scaled the statue of Liberty on the fourth, refusing to come down until all the immigrant children were released. Judging by the comments of my conservative friends, and I do have a couple left, Therese is simply guilty of ruining the holiday for all those who came to visit the statue. Maybe so, but they're missing a larger lesson, that peaceful dissent is embedded in our history, and the chance to see it in action is just as fascinating as climbing the statue. That's what I would have told my kids if I were there, along with why she was protesting.
4th of July
Enjoy some history.
Sure, the 4th is a day for fireworks, and celebrating our independence, but it's a also a day to celebrate our journey as a Nation. A journey that began before the signing of the Declaration of Independence, and didn't end with the signing of our Constitution. From the westward expansion, through the civil war, and civil rights, right up to the front door of the present, Americas path has been one reflective of, and illustrative of, it's citizens. Our wants, our needs, our desires and dreams have clashed, we have argued, we have fought to make our voices heard for the last 242 years, and for the most part we have found a way to weave our journey into a coherent path for all Americans. The thread in the weave is immigration, the calling to people of other nationalities that here, in America, there sits upon a hill, a shining city of possibilities, not found elsewhere in the totality of mankind history. The poor and wretched have arrived upon our shores, and we have welcomed them along with political dissidents, refugees, the rich, the wicked, the ragged. Some came as indentured servants, many as slaves bound by chains, others escaping the arm of the law, whatever their personal path, they arrived upon the American shoreline and became part of a larger journey, our journey. We are who we are, because people of all color, of all faiths, of all races, of all cultures, of all beliefs, of all backgrounds have come together to walk a unique path that is a beacon to all of humanity, that we can live together as one, that we can walk forward together as one, that together as one people, our voice is louder than the thunder that shakes you from your nights rest.
the more everything remains the same. Fifty years ago, the fabric of this Nation was being ripped apart by our involvement in the Viet Nam war. Just like today, the divisions ran deep, dividing supper tables, friends and generations. Unlike today, television was new, creating a different kind of war. A war where wholesale slaughter arrived nightly, and Americans were seeing firsthand the devastating cost. Politicians weren't crying out about fake news, but some were instead questioning our involvement in a war, an ocean away. Demonstrators took to the streets, just as they do today, homemade signs in hand, to voice their opposition and hard hitting journalism bought the horrors of war home. Slowly, the pendulum of public opinion started to swing toward opposition, more politicians started to listen, and the cost of a war in human suffrage was seen as too great to bear for our country, and our soldiers came home. Fifty years down the road, we're still divided, we always will be, but there's a difference. Today, the division among us is our view of what America has been, and should be. It's a different kind of war, but it's still a war that's ripping us apart.
I always knew who America was named after, but it turns out there's a bit more history there than just Amerigo Vespucci. I didn't realize that America is a feminine stylization of Amerigo, didn't know that way back then, there were those map makers who believed the earth was round, and how in the hell did they know there was an ocean to the west of America? All I have to say, is America sounds better than Columbina, or whatever the feminine name is for Columbus.
you turn over you're likely to find creepy crawly little things in the moist dirt. I don't have a problem with creepy crawlers unless they're the two legged kind running their shit in the light of day. Case in point, the worms behind pizzagate, and the kind of scorpions touting their venom with a new claim of a child sex ring in the Arizona desert, funded by liberals, and disguised as a homeless camp. These people walk about decked out in American patriotism, wearing their constitution on haggard faces, and shouting their claims of conspiracy to whoever passes by. And too many stop to listen, including the media, and in doing so, gives the outlandish accusations, a sense of justification. Before you know it, memes pop up, subreddits are created, the subject becomes a hot topic on Infowars, and the resounding voice of truth and reason is lost.
At heart, I'm a conspiracy theorist. I love a good conspiracy, and they exist. But what these people are doing isn't shining a light on conspiracies. They're making them up, they're lying to further their agenda, to cause division. It's the only value they have found in life.
Holy smokes, dude. A 24,000 dollar joint rolled for auction in the shape of an elephant tusk. If I had the bucks, I woulda paid 4001 bucks for it and took the damn thing home, called Cheech, called Chong, a few others, and you wouldn't be hearing from me the rest of the month. Did I mention, it's an entire pound, so at 4 grand, the loss of a couple hundred is more than worth it, but I'd make that up by charging 10 bucks a toke, and I'd get it. 'Specially when it's rolled in gold leaf papers and spiked with concentrate and a couple ounces of hash. Mind blowing!
The Weekend Cometh
I've been off for most of June and come Monday I gotta start participating with reality, so I'm going to savor the flavor of this weekend and prepare for the mess on Monday.
I'm not a fool, and I'm not fooled so easily. Researchers might claim the reason they're growing pea sized Neanderthal brains in petri dishes is to learn why they all went extinct. Really? Then why are they hooking those little brains up with Artificial Intelligence? Look, I'm a fan of Westworld, and I get what these people are doing. As far as learning why they all went extinct, we know why that happened. We stole their women, and left the men out in the cold.
It's the Law, Stupid!
Did you know in Arizona it's illegal to own more than two sex toys, in Mn, you can't have sex with a fish, and in Ca, if you procreate with Lucifer, it's mandatory you wear a condom?
Sometimes, scientists just baffle me. Why is it an astrophysicist has no problem claiming advanced civilizations can build a Dyson sphere around a star, and then transport that star to their very own star system, all for the purpose of utilizing the energy of the captured star.
I don't have a problem with that scenario.
What I have a problem with is that the same astrophysicists that propose this alien shit, also claim that we can't be visited by an alien species because of the vast distances. It would however, be kinda strange to look up in the night sky and see a alien tugboat hauling a star across the starry sky.
Not because she won, but because of what she has to say. Of course Trump framed it as win for him, and Nancy Pelosi painted the win against a long setting and powerful Senator, as pretty much inconsequential. What makes people idiots is when they say things they really don't believe. People see through that shit.
Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez won because she had a message that reverberated with not only her constituents, but simply with most Americans. You can't but help watch this ad, and think, 'fucking right on, lady, right on!
Anybody who's been following the primaries should figure out by now something different is happening in the voter booth, and established candidates on both sides of the aisle should be worried.
When a union negotiates a contract with an employer, including wages, benefits and working environment, all employees, union or not, are covered. That is why non union employees covered under the bargaining contract pay their 'Fair Share'.
The Supreme Court ruled today that those fair share payments are a violation of free speech because some of that money goes to support political views and events the employee would not normally support.
I've been a card carrying union member all my life. Always will be, but Unions made a choice some time back to concentrate on their political activities and not so much on their rank and file. Unions forgot their rank and file was one of political diversity, and I've seen people drop their Union membership, and switch to fair share because of it. Usually under the most generic terms, the reason was 'because the unions don't do anything for me anymore, they don't even honestly represent me in a grievance'. I've heard that more than once in my role as steward.
And they're usually right.
With Fair Share now considered a violation of free speech, Union coffers are going to suffer. I don't think that's a bad thing at the moment. Their's a path forward, a way to turn it around, to increase membership.
First, make it known that all fair share employees are no longer covered by the negotiated contract, that they are not entitled to the same wages, working conditions and benefits as union employees.
Second, make it clear to employers that it is their responsibility to negotiate individually with non union employees.
Third, start getting really involved at the local level again. Start fighting like a rabid badger against employers in defense of your rank and file. Show them you care.
My guess is, Unions will instead cry and bitch about the Supreme Court ruling, and raise union fees, simply because it's the easy way out.
I didn't even post sporadically, but that's what happens when family comes around. As in grandkids! No apologies here.
But I'm back now, or will be Wednesday or Thursday, full time, back at the long dog slog of life.
Having my son home, his wife and their two kids for the last month has been the happiest I've ever been. My house was filled with family, laughter, fun, warmth and love. Raising four sons my house was always chaotic but when they grew and flew the coop, there wasn't a sense of loss, not like when Scott and Zsuzi left. After I dropped them off at the airport, I sat alone in my living room in total silence, a huge hole in my heart. But that hole was tended to by pride in my son, his wife and my grandkids.
For the first time in my life, I ignored everything except my family. Didn't worry about spending too much, I didn't have to work, didn't worry about bills, didn't care about news, politics or the outside world very much.
And I learned something. About family, about love, and I'm hoping I'm a better person for it.
My son and his family arrived from Budapest yesterday. I haven't seen my son in seven years, never hugged my daughter in law, or held my grandbabies in all that time.
So I'm taking the next couple of weeks off to spend time with them. I'll post sporadically, here and there, but you all know, there are some things more important than what I do here.
We are not so Divided
as a people that we do not grieve together at losing people we all admire. I'm emotionally struck by the fact that no matter one's political leanings, trump supporter or not, that we all are able to grieve together, as one, when someone we love, famous or not, suffers. There are indeed ties that bind us together, that transcend our own personal views on life. We celebrate birth together, we grieve together and in between, we work together, we fish, we shop, enjoy holidays, time with our families, all together as Americans. While we all hold our individual beliefs of what America is, or should be, those beliefs can never sever the ties that bind us all together, as a people, as Americans. There are those who disagree, who will continue their attempts to divide us, who will deride those of opposing views, and they will succeed to some degree, but I will say to them, your victories are short term, and passing. The ties that bind Americans together are those that shine the light through the darkest times. The American people will prevail.
It's Memorial Day weekend.
Take a minute in between beers and burgers to remember what your day off is for. Give yourself 30 seconds to close your eyes, and contemplate all those resting in peace. They kind of deserve it.
I'm off through Wednesday, see you on the flip side.
High strangeness just stepped out of the thick Montana wild to be shot and killed by a local. Dogman, dogwolf or direworf, no one seems to know. I'm setting here thinking that no ones heard from Lon Chaney, Jr in quite a few years, so I'm up with that possibility. Then again, I'm struck by the fact, I've seen that dead snarl somewhere, and Dick Cheney comes to mind. How ever this mystery play out, it goes to show the wild is a huge place with thick forests and running streams encompassing a large area for strange beasts of all sorts to roam, play, and hide from us humans. Now, about all those big foot prints hunters keep coming across..
My world, my life is chaotic, consisting of my elderly, failing mother, a son with Schizophrenia, and a younger son struggling with life in general. Social workers, doctors, psychiatrists, group homes, nurses, therapy workers, court officers all populate my contacts and there's not a day that goes by that I don't engage some of them. Some days, it's overbearing and at the end of such a day, I'll lay my head on my pillow, stare at my ceiling, engulfed in despair and pity, and wonder how I'll survive.
Then I awake, coffee in hand, and come across a story about a young woman suffering with Cystic Fibrosis, and suddenly my problems seem minuscule in the scheme of life. I'm struck with an awareness there's still room in my heart for others, to feel for others, and that has to be a good thing.
But there's something else. Envy, maybe. I have friends whose lives are picture perfect, their children excel in school, their health is good, their world good and I often wonder if it all comes down to the flip of some cosmic coin? I don't know, but I do know this, I read a story about a Claire Wineland and her daily fight for her life, I find myself strangely contemplative about our lives, thinking that there's something more to all the suffering, the pain, that amid all the chaos, there are ties that bind us all together, regardless of what side of that coin flips for you. You deal with what comes your way, you fight to retain your empathy for others, because we're all in this together.
They've always been here, aliens from another world, biding their time, waiting to take over the world. Deep in the abyss of our oceans, they gather, plotting the fall and ruin of humanity. They are the octopus, multi armed, intelligent, and blessed with deceiving grace and stealth.
The war has begun, rent a sea going vessel, grab your fishing pole and join in on the war. They must not succeed. Their devious plot to cover the earth in rising oceans must be stopped.
Why are Scientists fucking with time? Time comes, it goes, it's here, it's there and I never have enough of the shit. Our people in lab coats have time down to a T. I mean their accuracy is within being off one second every 300 million years, and that ain't good enough. So for some reason they need to mine some rare earth mineral that no one else has a use for, lutetium, to set their atomic clocks. The thought is, they'll only be off a half second every 300 million years. Guess when I think about it, a half second is quite a bit. I could make a decision to do a shot of my favorite tequila in a half second, I could burn my toast, fall in love and maybe even fit time in for some sex. Then my wife had to go point out that it's a half second spread over a couple hundred million years, to which I said, that's still enough time for copulating.
And that's why I have a headache.
I'll be damned! Looks like Zecharia Sitchin might have been right. There might be a ninth planet, a huge planet, in a perpendicular orbit to ours. Hide your gold because mommy and daddy are coming home! For those not in the know, Nibiru was the ninth planet in our system, populated by the Anunnaki, Sumerian Gods who came to earth way back when, and genetically mutated humans in order to work as slaves in their gold mining operations.
Of course, most respectable and professional scholars wrote him off as a fool, but I bet they're hiding their gold as I write. Who knows? But if they do show up, the only gold I have is in the one tooth I have left, and it's useless to me anyway.
the more history comes to warn us of our old evil deeds. Of course, we don't listen. We fall into the deep sleep of complacency, smugly believing we got our shit together, that no one man could ever change our way of life. Then Bam, before you know it, King Zhou lives again canoing around in a lake of wine, socializing in a forest of roasted chicken, ordering his acolytes to engage in deviant orgies, and burning his adversaries alive over the barrel of a hot smoking canon.
While it's an OK life if you're the king, for everyone else, life kinda sucks. BTW, if I were the king, I'd switch out the wine for tequila and anybody that pissed in my lake would suffer the hot canon shit, burned face down.
Being intelligent is a strange and sad thing. Strange in that your smarter than most, but sad in that you're not smart enough to know when you're intelligence is killing you. Now I'm not a particularly religious man, but I do believe our dominance over the wild comes with certain responsibilities. One of those responsibilities is to act as caretakers for the world we share with other life forms. I'm guessing I'm in the minority with that, considering mankind has literally wiped out 83 percent of mammals and half the plant life. We are pretty good at keeping things around that we like though, like dogs, cats and cows, but that's probably because we don't do well in relationships and we like to eat. For a species that only makes up about a tenth of a percent of all life on earth, our dominance is leading us right down a path to a cold, barren world where we'll all be left alone with no one but each other, and that's a damn scary thought prospect.
next to godliness, or so I've heard, but when it comes to where we sleep, Chimps might be a bit closer than we are. Unless you put fresh linens on your bed every night, your dreams live along side dead skin, feces, saliva and a host of unseen mites that might turn those sweet dreams into a raging nightmare. When you think about it, our homes are a environmental micro system, a world we inhabit, unseen to us, but non the less a world of our own making. What's bothersome about it is, that we're dirtier than monkeys, so I'm guessing we lost something along the evolutionary way. Now, if you're like me, you haven't put fresh sheets on your bed for a month, so we all literally sleep in a cesspool of filth which is fine with me, asleep in a world of my own making.
I can't help but wonder what Americas fascination is with England's royal family. Christ, people I know actually set their alarms for 3.30 in the morning to watch. You'd think it's a real life fairy tale being played out live across the worlds stage, and maybe it is. Me? I've never cared much for fairy tales, and this ones been a pain in the ass. I've got nothing against pomp and circumstance but I'm reminded that we currently have a President who does, and I'm quite sure Trump is busy thinking how he can turn our fascination with the monarchy to his behalf, convincing the American people that a king would be better than a president. Those reading might thinks it's a fairy tale in Trumps mind, but I'm betting he's thinking long and hard about a way to open that dialogue up.
Have a good weekend, and don't let people get ya down cuz it's hard enough to get back up Monday morning.
This is why we're in trouble. We elect people like Mo Brooks, a Republican representing Alabama who questions the cause of the rise in sea levels. Ain't nothing wrong with that. But suggesting to a scientist that the cause is rocks and dirt being dropped in the oceans as opposed to ice melting on a global scale is stupid. Stupid smart! Stupid smart because it sounds good and a lot of stupid people are going to believe it just so they don't have to deal with the fact that the earth is changing. BTW, Mo also believes sick people should have to pay more for their care.
Hey Mo, Just so you know, to make the oceans rise the rate they are, you'd have to drop a eight mile round stone in the ocean, every year. Preferably, one of your kidney stones
the land of sky blue waters, scientific investigations are being conducted in how to move continents. If successful, we'll be able to reattach the North American continent with Africa, and eventually the rest of the continents as well, creating one land mass surrounded by one ocean. The thought is less travel time, closer relationships between nations, and you'll be able to walk anywhere in the world you'd like to.
Unfortunately, it looks like the selected land mass scientists are working on will have to be cut up into smaller chunks, which makes sense if your only using a small fishing boat to tow the damn thing.
Only in Minnesota!
What? Sometimes I don't understand how science works. According to those in the know, we're seeing all time low birth rates due to economic uncertainty. According to the post below, scientists are claiming it's because young men can't get a hard on. So, WTF is it? Wait, I just figured it out. Young men ain't making any money, they're worried about their future, the stress is killing 'em, so much so, it's preventing them from getting aroused. Then again, when I was young, I never had any money, hell, I still don't, and back then, I never had a problem getting an uncontrollable, and raging boner. I still don't, just not on an hourly basis, but that's due to maturity. All I know for sure, if science doesn't get it's shit together and figure it out, it might be the end of the human species.
Why, what a heart warming story that makes me smile. Because I'm doing better at Sixty than you are at Thirty. That said, I can only imagine the mind fuck of being a thirty something and losing your mojo, dude. Too young for Viagra, and too damn old for losing your shit, I get it. I feel for you, so let me give you some advice. Start watching porn, and lots of it, but stop fapping off to it, build that sexual tension up till your ready to ravage your woman. Don't stop there, invest in some Popsicle sticks and flesh colored band-aids to prop up your junk. Now just before you're ready to make your move, clear your mind, get in the mood, mediate on all the possible penis pumps that are on the market. Now, if none of this works, not to worry big guy, there's plenty of tequila to go around, and spending the next 40 years without an erection ain't a bad thing, it's just not a normal thing, so do a shot to celebrate your difference.
I love me some football but I got problems with paying 2.2 billion for a football team. I get footballs a business, just like Coke and Burger King, and Sunday afternoon games are the product. But I ain't getting 2.2 billion dollars of satisfaction anymore. Not even close. What I do get is enough time to bake a pizza during instant replay, heart attacks with bad officiating, and disgust with clear favoritism from game announcers. Monday morning jive around the water cooler usually consists of bitching about Sunday's game day as in missed calls, bad calls, game length, poor play calling, and stupid, biased announcers. Just seems to me 2.2 billion could be spent making the game better, but that's just my opinion, and the opinion of just about every football fan in existence.
I am, or not. Or I just don't know! While I'll be the first to agree that perception dictates reality, my perception is different than yours, so my reality is a bit different. Yet, we all claim some shared reality, so where's the dividing line that separates mine from yours? I don't know, but what I do know, is this kind of thought pondering makes for a hell of a headache, reminding me how much I don't know. But if I were to agree that our reality is derived from our consciousness, that the entire universe is created by me, I'd be like WTF, why am I poor? Is this something to do with self hate at the subconscious level? Is this the best I can do? Why can't I get rid of all the ass holes?
Way too much thinking going on here. Done!
Seems to be you can't walk along the beaches of western Canada these days without coming across dismembered feet, still wearing their shoes. When I read that over the course of the last decade, over a dozen feet have washed ashore, I'm just not buying into the suicide/decomposition theory the authorities are pushing. What? Fish don't like the taste of human feet? I don't buy it, unless maybe the owner never washed their feet. Even then, I don't think fish care. So, yeah, I'm leaning toward dismemberment by a sea-going alien species that are simply playing a game of match this shoe.
Life is full of weird and strange shit, and then there's just the head scratchers. Having Robert Jeffress, a pastor with anti semitic views, lead the opening prayer at our new embassy in Jerusalem is one such scratch of the head. But to be fair to Preacher Jeffress, it ain't only the Jews he hates, it's everybody that ain't a evangelical Christian.
Now if I'm an Israeli citizen, I'd be like 'what the fuck is this shit?'. Well, what this shit is, is Trump slapping ya silly in the face while telling you the only reason he moved the Embassy was to play to his political base here at home, you know the white Evangelicals, and not giving a flying fuck about the citizens of Israel. Or the couple dozen dead Palestinians that showed up to protest the opening.
What a glorious world we're building where human interaction is disappearing, to the point where I'm soon to be replaced with a sex doll. My wife is saving her money up. I gotta wonder what she'll get for 15 grand though? Will the robot whisper sweet nothings in her ear? Does it gyrate and grind? Does it have settings for romantic vs aggressive sex, does it go from flaccid to hard, does it orgasm, how many positions is it capable of, and are software updates included?
Wonder how long it's going to be before we see robotic porn? Now that's an exciting new world, to be sure. BTW, if you don't have 15 grand, Doc Dick will help you out for a lot less buckaroos.
are sometimes painful.
and you just can't fuck the pain away, as much as you might like to.
are words we toss around like they mean something, maybe more to some then others. The truth lies in our actions, how we treat our Veterans, the good, the bad and the ugly, it's all there and you can find a given story to illustrate such.
In my lifetime, I cannot remember a time when our nation has not been involved in some type of military conflict, somewhere in the world. We have called upon our children, and sacrificed thousands, condemned thousands, to a living hell. I work, side by side, with a handful of these young men, and I have to tell you how proud I am of them, and their service.
To hear of another veterans suicide is heartbreaking, even if I did not know him. To read his wifes words of despair, and loss, are beyond heartbreaking. To read of the breakdown in services are beyond comprehension, but a reality. Working for the Veterans Administration as a housekeeper, I can tell you firsthand, the staff are dedicated to the care of our Veterans. I've seen staff do some pretty awesome things for the Veterans they serve. Many of them are Veterans themselves. They know. They're family.
But the bureaucratic red tape, the rules, policies and regulations are simply ridiculous, overbearing and antiquated, doing more harm than good. They are rigid, unbendable policies which prohibit creative solutions, prevent workarounds, and put our Veterans at risk.
It is our duty to Honor our Veterans, Our duty to sacrifice our agendas, our political views, to help those who will carry he cost of war through out their lives. We can do better.
Back in the day, when MGS was sending unfiltered, raw images to earth, I belonged to a group of anomaly hunters. We'd download the raw images, enhance the images, pour over the data, and I'm just going to tell ya, there was a lot of strange shit to be seen. Wasn't very long before the images started being manipulated, in the sense that what was once there, no longer was. I'm still not sure what I saw in some of the images, but I saw enough for more than one WTF moment. Yeah, crazy shit!
I've always believed NASA was going to role out the truth, whatever the truth is, slowly, over the course of their own agenda. Anomaly Hunters were the first people to cry out there was flowing water on Mars, turns out we were right. Know what else we were right about? There's a lot of strange shit on Mars, and it's going to get stranger. That's a promise!
I'm hoping life imitates art and that with the return of Bill and Ted, Wyld Stallyns will save humanity, setting us on the path to world peace. Their adventure might not be so excellent though with out Rufus to guide them through the pitfalls of history, while encouraging the two of their own place in history. One things for sure, it's going to be excellent, and I'm seriously looking forward to seeing the phone booth dusted off, polished up, and ready for some mind bending travels in history. Bring on the music.
Oh please God, just admit it. Three of the top ten most popular websites are porn sites. We love our porn! But hey, there's good news here. The top porn sites are generic, run of the mill porn sites. There ain't no weird rape fantasy, bondage sites. They're way down the list, somewhere in the middle of the top one hundred. What's the thing with all the mommy fantasy sites tho'? That kinda concerns me, just a bit. The eye opener is, and I admit it, freely, that none my porn sites are listed. Hows that work? Am I outta the loop with the good stuff?
By the way, what's your better half doing at the moment?
Seriously, my dog just ate half a pan of freshly baked Chocolate Chip cookies
How the fuck does some guy stand up before a bunch of women and swear to defend them against pigs like Harvey Weinstein when he's guilty himself of the same kind of shit? Was there a belief system that his behavior was somehow different, that he failed to recognize his own behavior? Or did he just not care? Thinking his secret was safe. I'm guessing he minimized it, believing it was consensual because he was in a relationship, and therefore he allowed himself to believe it was different. In other words, just another self justifying dumb fuck.
I don't know, seems like there's a boatload of shit to say here. I'm actually starting to wonder if there are there any good men out there? And role playing is fine, but it has to be consensual! Then there's something about living in a glass house, along with having a basic respect for other human beings that come to mind. If you've followed the story, you know what I'm talking about.
in fact, turns out it's been around for a long time in a variety of different flavors. So much so that John Adams had something to say about it. When one thinks of fake news, we often look at it through our modern lens, and that's the lens of driving an individual opinion as fact, done by using facts out of context, sensationalism, or outright lying. However it's done, the distortion of reality can have devastating effects, such as starting a war, or murdering and entire population. The difference that separates us today, from yesterday, is that we now have the power to research facts. It's called the Internet, and it allows for a variety of opinions and sources on any given subject. Thing is, nobody seems to want to use it simple because it might prove their beliefs wrong.
It's a Crazy, Insane World
All I got to say!
So I Fled North
this weekend and opened my little slice of heaven here on this Earth. It's not much, but it's ours. A small 50 by 150 patch of sand and grass with a fire pit by the waters edge, a small, old camper, a sand point well, and a picnic table all populate our small paradise. Used to be I could walk out my camper and take a leak under the sun if I wanted to, but things are changing. They've paved the old dirt road, cabins have gone up across the way, a young couple with kids picked up a couple of lots next to mine, but it's still fairly quiet, peaceful, for the time being. Cell service sucks, at best it's spotty, so my wife and I actually spend a lot of face time, having a beer, doing an occasional shot, all while setting around the fire pit. Something we don't have when we wake up Monday morning, she's working twelve hour shifts, I'm working late evenings so we don't see a lot of each other. So after a long, cold winter, it's nice to reconnect with the woman whose side I've been attached to for over thirty years. To just relax, and talk, to get away from the world for a couple of hours, and to remember why I fell in love.
We Made It,
another week closer to retirement.
Trees are starting to bud, I'm off to open my lot tomorrow and looking forward to setting around my fire pit. Have a good one.
Growing old is a hurtful thing. Hurtful in the sense that loved ones pass, friends are fewer, aches and pains are common, medical bills accumulate, stress of an affordable retirement about kills you, and the world changes faster than you can keep up with it. In the midst of all that agonizing hurtful stuff, you still got it tho'.. Sex!
When I was a kid, the thought of old people, like my mom and dad having sex was repulsive. Two old wrinkled bags of skin going at it like there was no tomorrow was an image I rather not let creep into my thoughts. I figured old people looked at sex in the same light, and didn't engage.
Was I wrong or what? Looks like our elderly citizens are doing nothing but fucking their lives away. And why not? They have years of experience, don't have to worry about unintended pregnancies, or the kids walking in the room, and they certainly have more time. Kudos to 'em, go for it.
I won't however, be doing a google search to look for old people porn.
Years ago, I walked into a Benton County Courtroom for a civil commitment hearing. The social worker walked in beside me, carrying a foot high stack of brown folders, each folder a commitment case to be heard that day in court. That was my introduction to our mental health system, and it was a shock. That was ten years ago.
This is todays takeaway.
I have found that our local mental health system is populated by good, caring people. People who really want to help those who need it. Unfortunately, their hands are often tied by bureaucracy, and lack of support, financially and otherwise. There's also, in my opinion, outlying organizations that are in it for the buck, not really caring for the clients they serve. My county deserves a lot of credit for doing what they do, with what little they have, and I'll always be grateful for that. Now, across the river in Stearns County, I've got another opinion, and I won't go there except to say, lesson learned.
Look, sometimes I get in a hurry, sometimes the sink is so frigging dirty, sometimes there's only a hand dryer blowing shit, sometimes there's no paper towels, sometimes there's a 3 minute line at the sink, so shoot me dead for not washing my hands after I take a leak. What would help would be a personal attendant at every public bathroom to sanitize the facilities before and after I use them. Actually, while I'm thinking of it, instead of advertisements for condoms above public urinals, why not instructions dictating proper hand washing techniques? What I really rather wash though, is the soles of my shoes because I'm always wondering as I walk in a public bathroom, why my shoes are sticking to the floor? What's up with that?
What is it with men that they're so embarrassed they're bald that they gotta raid their doctors office, grabbing any and all medical reference to Propecia? Might be if I was bald, I'd understand, but I'm not, so I don't. Funny thing is, you fuck with your doctor, you gotta do it right so they so don't start spilling other secrets. Secrets like maybe you wrote your own results for your last physical. Now the right way to keep your doctor under raps is by having your personal attorney dish out a 130,000 big green ones, and having a non disclosure form handy. But what do I know, I got hair for my wife to run her hands through which she does in total awe and amazement. And at my age, that's satisfying. Because it has to be. That's all I got.
Here in MN we don't see a a lot of homeless people because of the cold winters, but they crop up on street corners by the stoplights with signs asking for handouts when the temps start warming up. I've wondered from time to time, as I drive past 'em, about who they are, what circumstances came along that kicked 'em to the curb? I'm always conscious of the truth too, that 'there but for the grace of God, go I', cuz a small sized financial catastrophe would probably send us packing. If that were to happen, who the hell would care how I ended up with a cardboard sign asking for a handout? Thing is, there are people who care, just not enough of them. When you understand this, there's always hope, because everyone of us has our own story, and there's someone, somewhere who's willing to listen, and that's a good thing.
God created man in his own image, and god looked like an ape, or a reptile, or.., I don't know anymore. For mainstream science to ask the question if there's evidence out there of a civilization that predates our own is fascinating. Fascinating in it's implications, and fascinating in the fact that someone in the mainstream has the balls to ask it? The question alone throws half of what we believe in the fire sale dumpster, and is sure to bring condemnation from those who would rather all science be nice, neat, tidy, and tied to their belief systems. Me? I think our history is stranger than what we've been taught. Hell, most of what I was taught about our own evolution has changed, and like humanity itself, knowledge is evolutionary. I suspect God planned it that way, whatever he/she looks like.
to make money, I guess. 488 billion tho? In the first three months of the year? Who da fuck we borrow all that cash from? I mean, like, shouldn't we be the ones borrowing money to others? Are we not the financial powerhouse? Christ, and the interest on that? Well, not to worry, I'll just let my kids know we're just selling 'em down the river. BTW, what ever happened to Republicans being super concerned about our National debt? Well, at least we set a record. Being the best at something, anything, is a good thing, right?
Really? In 2018? In America? WTF is this shit? And why is the BBC reporting about it and not our media? You get a speeding ticket, miss one payment and you set for a couple of months? You know I gotta say it. Local communities are using tactics like these to fill their coffers, while not considering the expense of housing these people for a month or two. People in communities who are doing this are the same people duct taping up a flat tire. That's one issue! The other issue is, well, I thought here in the great ol' USA, going to jail for a debt was against the law.
fixing your vehicle these days. I know, I just got rid of a Ford that was a money pit. Now I get that necessity is the mother of invention, and some of these repairs are rather unique, and I'm using unique in want of a better word, but my only question is where did the guy find a band aid that big? I'd like to know because the next time I accidentally shear off my foot when I'm chopping wood, I could use a big frickin' band aid and save myself some serious medical debt.
The First, Real Friday
'bout time old fucking man winter took a hike. Temps are trending up, it's starting to dry out, and this time next week I'm going to be dancing naked under a fools moon with my fire pit roaring, beer in hand.
I spent twenty years with our local school district, and I'll vouch for the veracity of this report. Kitchen staff, Secretaries, Paras, Janitors are all paid substandard wages. Their union contracts, if they have one, are weak, and generally ignored due to inherent managerial rights. Most kitchen staff are not full time, and receive partial benefits, Paras often replace teachers in the classroom, and are tasked, with minimal training, to provide services they're not prepared for. Custodians are often exposed to Blood born pathogens on a daily basis as an expectation of their daily routine, without financial acknowledgment. But the two things that really ticked me off in my twenty years with my district is first, administrators had their health care paid for, while my cost was absolutely ridiculous, and second, when it came to raises, admin would claim that they were being fair in that everyone received a 2 percent raise. Two percent of a 130,000 is a hell of a lot more than 2 Percent of 15,000.
So yeah, there's a problem.
No, it ain't a picture out my window of our recent snowstorm, although there's a resemblance. In fact, what your looking at is the surface of a comet compiled from a series of pictures, as a gif, by landru79. A bit more information can be found at LiveScience.
you could ever get me to believe that living through a cold-ass winter day is less stressful than setting around my fire-pit, drinking a cold one. My car always starts in the summer, I don't have to shovel a shitload of snow, there ain't no outrageous heating bills, and I don't have to worry about sliding off the damn road every time I round a corner. Yeah, science is cool, but sometimes kinda stupid.
I get there's bad people, and there's good people who've made mistakes, and all need to do their time. Thing is, for most of of 'em, we need to treat them with some semblance of respect. Not letting them waller in their own piss and shit for 18 days while they're being transported is a start. IMHO it's kinda hard to rehab anyone whose suffered through that kind of degradation, 'specially if down the road a bit, I was found to be innocent.
So some stupid, deranged fuck plows a van into a crowd killing ten people and wounding scores of others, and he's hailed as a hero by some misogynist on-line community called Incel. WTF people! I get free speech, but lets shine the light on these losers and watch the rats scurry. As much as I love the growing global community of humankind, I gotta say, there are some real losers out there, and these lowlifes exemplify that fact.
why Russia was able to put a woman in space way before Sally took her ride twenty years later. Reading that NASA believed it'd be a waste of money because after all the training, the women would up, run off and get married is a throwback to a different world. But I didn't realize John Glenn was such a staunch opponent of women in space, publicly rebuking the women with words akin to 'A women's place is in her kitchen', or something like that. Glad he lived long enough to see he was wrong.
I thought penis replacement was an accomplished procedure dating back to the days of John Bobbitt. Regardless of what I thought, it's good to know that medical technology is always advancing in the right direction, as opposed to, say right wing politicians, who would claim such a operation is an affront to God. Unless they happened to come across John's wife, Lorena.
part of the universal consciousness. Or maybe not. I've given thought to perception and how it defines my reality, from time to time. Speaking of time, I've always believed time to be an abstract of my perception. I'm not sure what the answer is, but I do know this, instead of looking at the larger picture, how our perception of the universe defines our universe, hone in and look at the smaller picture. How our perception on a daily basis affects our daily lives, and those around us? When you look at perception on an individual scale, you start to understand how perception really does define a working reality for an awful lot of people, even if that perception is divorced from reality. Okay, now I've got a real headache because I shouldn't think about things like this.
or 'I knew it was too funny to be true'. Still, I smile every time I imagine someone ordering a Big Mac, dropping the burger out and slamming their whopper between the buns and yelling with gusto, "This is real meat motherfuckers". Yep, I know Micky D's is populated by young uns, and old uns, and every uns in between, but I'd bet they'd all end up on the floor laughing their soy filled guts out.
Just like that,
The sun is out, temps are trending up
and I'm thinking I'll be setting around my firepit
in the not too distant future.
by many. Sometimes, the origins of the path is lost to time. I'm open to the possibility that our species is on a path that's been traveled before, that there might have been some sort of intelligent species inhabiting our earth before we came along. Why? Because there's been a hell of a lot of strange shit dug up that there's no accounting for. I've always believed that the history of the earth is far more stranger than what we believe, and there's some fascinating mysteries out there to support that. Aliens? Who knows? Atlantis? Might be! Long lost civilizations? Sure, why not?
OK, I'm confused. Oral sex is eating, right? And sucking, licking and slurping? Right? So, like this guys whole belief system that our mouths are made for receiving and not giving is kind of contradictory, right?
But worms? Worm transfer? WTF! I better go get tested because I'm probably all wormed up.
is one that travels down a wicked path, making imbibers do crazy, weird.. crazy things. Personally, I'm not talking about driving around in underwear emblazoned with 'Breathalyzer, Blow here', or even being in possession of binoculars, and a cock ring. The craziness is found in his slicked back and overly gelled hair. That's the wild shit booze makes you do, making one think they're handsome and cool.
Tequila doesn't mess with your mind like that. So if you gotta partake, go Cuervo. Life lesson, one I've learned.
want to create a virtual world of my deceased loved ones. A world where I can wake up and have coffee with my dad, mull over the headlines with him, and talk about family. Not because the ideas creepy, even while being kinda, sorta temptingly cool, but because I know what would happen. Pretty soon other long dead family members would start showing up, uninvited. Then old friends. Then acquaintances.
Hollywood... I have a script ready to go, interested?
Nothing like blurring the lines between fantasy and reality, but hey, with all this fake news crap, we're already there, are we not?
Hey, I get the need for a secure line! But c'mon, 40 plus grand for a super secret phone booth? Why not just use Facebook messenger, I hear that's pretty trustworthy when wanting to keep secrets, or if you're really, really paranoid, there's the old throwback to the cone of silence. I mean it worked for agent 86. I hear he's still just down the hall from you Mr. Pruitt, so stop in and ask for some advice.
because Mr. Musk is correct. Human dictators eventually die, paving the way for change. Not so for a dictator that rises from the ashes of war with some unknown Artificially Intelligent robot species. Humanity's stuck with them forever. But not to worry. That only happens in the movies, right?
what depths have you fallen to that you would fail an audition to shine on Monday Night Football? At least there's condolence in the fact that Peyton failed right along with you. Hey, ESPN, I'm available and I'll do it for a fraction of the 6.5 mil you're putting on the table. That said, I haven't watched since the days of Madden, when MNF was supercool, and relevant.
God Bless Art Bell
I was saddened to hear Art Bell passed last Friday. If you never turned into the strangeness back in the nineties, you missed something special. Really special. Art was, simply the best voice at what he did, and he opened up a world of high strangeness to millions of night owls that toiled away in the darkest hours. I still have a Art Bell bumper sticker posted on my fridge, that's been there nearly fifteen years. Thanks for the ride, Art, and the coolest bumper music there ever was.
I'm not a Trump fan, never have been. I've voiced my displeasure more than once. So why have I been bothered by a lot of Comey's personal comments about Donald Trump? At first, I thought such comments were beyond his dignity, and lowered him to Trumps acidic level of toxicity. That's probably a part of it, but not the whole reason. I think James Comey understands, unlike many, that to battle a monster, you often have to take the war to the monster, on his own playing field. Calling our President morally unfit to be president is a hard truth that many believe, and resonates to those setting on the fence. No American wants to hear that about our President, but it needed to be said in the venue it was said. I don't like Trump as a man, I've always known that. His morals and ideals don't even come close to aligning with what I believe, and I'm far from perfect. The thing is, you cannot separate a mans morals from his behavior, they go hand in hand, Trump has proven that. James Comey is simply reiterating that.
Whoa, It's Friday
Keep a low profile friends.
So NASA's sending some human sperm samples, along with some bull sperm samples, to mix them up and see if reproduction in space is viable? WTF, they looking to create a Minotaur? Honestly though, isn't there an easier way to see how sex works in space? How about a cozy vacay for me and my wife on the space station, NASA? Give us the room for a free weekend, we'll let you know how it all works out.
Seems to be a movement these days in how our school districts are treating not only our teachers, but support staff as well, and that movements growing here at home as well. But I want to step back from the issue for a moment and talk about the reporting. Here's a direct quote form the clerical unions news release.
'Clerical staff have received letters that their paychecks are not enough to cover increased healthcare costs during breaks in school and they owe the District money, something that is only happening to the lowest-paid staff. If this continues, it could mean someone works two weeks and because the school is taking from their paycheck, they could get a check for $0 or owe the district money.'
Not even mentioned in the reporting! I would think it would be somewhat newsworthy if a person in my community was working and their paycheck was nil, zilch, zero. Ain't that like slavery? But that's just me.
Good to know John Boehner has evolved in his thinking about deregulating the weed. But I have to wonder how evolution works. For instance, how come he never evolved while he was in a position to actually do something about it? Is evolution tied to the amount of money someone is paying you to do something? Yea, that must be it, because John apparently 'evolved' when he handed out checks from the tobacco lobby to his fellow house members. Evolutions a beautiful thing baby.
Never thought about it much, the eyebrow, other than looking to clip 'em when my wife mentions they need trimming. I've always known they play a part in conveying emotion, or a thought, but I've never contemplated their evolution. Of course, women have different thoughts on their eyebrows than men do, and while I'm sure some women have looked at the beauty trends of eyebrows over the ages, not one has probably questioned the mechanics behind the eyebrow.
Turns out eyebrows have quite the evolutionary history, something akin to the same reason a dog wags it's tail. Who would have thought?
Serious on Syria
I don't understand this and I'm suspicious as hell. Why the heads up to Russia? You blasted Obama for telegraphing his intentions, so where's the difference? Last year you bombed a Syrian base that was back up and running in a couple hours? You also just said you want our troops out of Syria?
The point I'm making is that I don't think Trump has anything close to a serious game plan regarding Syria. He's reacting to the minute. Are we going to bomb another runway, and then pull our troops? What happens if Russia shoots down most of our missiles and we look stupid? What happens if we kill more Russian troops?
To be fair, I've never understood what our goals are in Syria? I get the guys an 'animal' but it seems that Russia's the game changer in the area, not us.
of a law making male masturbation illegal. Except that a bill that was intended to satirize the current republican war are womens reproductive rights is being taken seriously in Texas. You know, Texas? Where cowboys spend many a lonesome night on the plains with their cows. If I was a cow, I'd be worried about this bill. But I'm not a cow, I'm a man, a man that doesn't see his wife for days on end because we work opposite shifts, and sometimes I have to... But I live in Minnesota, where we're somewhat normal. Somewhat!
So a young lady doesn't wear a bra to school. Gets pulled into the office, is asked to jiggle to see how disruptive her breasts are, and gets told to put bandaids over her nipples!
If a womens nipple poking out of a sweater are disruptive to some guy, it ain't the womans fault! No, it. Isn't. In fact, there's a missed opportunity to set down with the young man and explain there's nothing wrong with getting a ragging hard on that you can't control, especially at sixteen, or at sixty.
Bill O'Reillys settlement with his harassment accusers included a clause that they lie, even under oath, about said harassment. WTF, where were their lawyers? Wait for it. The bitch switched sides during negotiations and went to work for Bill. Now the lawyer denies it, but c'mon, the stench of impropriety is all over these settlements. But you know what? Somehow I'm not surprised!
And of course, Mr. Falafel Bill is selling himself as the victim.
Are there aliens in our skies? Does our government know about them? Or is it all bullshit? As someone with a life long interest in UFOs, I've always wanted to believe they're here, but I've always been open to the skepticism. I happen to like facts, and I know people tend to see what they want to believe, so I usually take a step back when I read about UFO claims, but lately the facts are getting really strange which is making me feel a little, well, uneasy.
Why, by Golly, it's Friday.
Don't be a Handsome Jack
Cuz Marie is out there.
Strange, but True
Scientists have been dropping like flies. Apparently we can add CDC scientist Tim Cunningham to the list of scientist that have met a mysterious demise. In the early years of the century, there was a lot of conspiracy theories regarding dead scientists because they were, well, meeting strange deaths. A hallmark of any good conspiracy is that it never really dies, so here we are again, wondering wtf is going on.
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Just plain friggin' tired of our Government being in my face every time I turn around. I get we need Government, but I could do without 'em during Tax season?
never hurt anyone, so why the fuss? After all, Captain Thornton was following his calling, even if it was in some jive New Orleans bar, spreading the word of God. Knowing the Navy, the problem was, it was all caught on video, him spreading the word, and her, just spreading. If it was a her? Being an old bar fly, I know these things happen, but usually away from the camera, like under a table, not on top of the table where everyone can cheer ya on. Anchors away, boys, and God Bless.
Trust me, just because someone comes up with a way to read your thoughts, doesn't mean we should. I get it might be beneficial to people who can't speak, but would you want your wife to get her hands on one of these mind reading devices? Or your boss? Good lord, I have my fair share of inappropriate thoughts that just pop into my head, where they come from, I do not know, and I can only imagine a clusterfuck world where all those secret, embarrassing thoughts are made public.
I forget a lot of shit! The older I get, the more I can't remember. Like leaves on a tree, little things just blow away in the wind. Pretty quick here tho', I'll just store all those little pieces of thought up there in the cloud, and when I need to remember something, I'll just log on to my memory bank in the sky. As long as I can remember my password, I'll be OK.
Let me help you control your experience where you are accepted as a member of the universal oversight committee.
There's currently a bill being argued in our MN legislature to force those on Medical Assistance to work. The bill doesn't apply to those under 18 and over 60, or those with health problems.
I have nothing against an able bodied person having to work for their food. I've worked for crumbs all my life. From what I've read this is a poorly worded bill, not defining health problems and not addressing those with disabilities. Both, a major chunk of those receiving MA here in MN. The bill attacks the poor, the disenfranchised, the ill and affected, those who are unable to work because of their situation in life.
And who gets to point their finger at someone and say, 'work, no work'? That's a hell of a lot of power.
Our free press has always been regarded as the watchdog of our democracy, calling out bullshit, corruption and wrongdoing from the local level to the national. For Sinclair Broadcasting to force all their anchors to read a canned script, supporting Trump and condemning other news organizations as fake news, isn't being a devoted watchdog, it's propaganda the likes of which Joseph Goebbels would be proud of.
Watching it is chilling!
I ask first thing every Monday morning. Why is there something instead of nothing? That's what a good weekend does for me, makes me pause and ask questions about my existence. Why am I here, why didn't I realize liquor stores were closed yesterday (Easter), why is it friggin' Monday already? I would like some days in my life where there was nothing. Why? I don't know, maybe it's because nothing represents peace and quiet, none of which I have at the moment. I am kind of concerned tho', about this big eye in the sky, watching me. That means there's something, somewhere, watching something.
Damn, the Week went quick.
Time for a bit of weekend Paradise,
but given the next feed, be careful about going all the way tonight.
Be afraid, really afraid, 'specially if you're a cat on the prowl, cuz gonorrhea is back. Big time, super big time with a drug resistant strain that no amount of penicillin is going to cure. So when you think it's safe to dip your dick in uncharted waters, you might be paying a price worse than Sodom and Gomorrah.
Like we don't have enough these days to worry about. Sheesh, VD, who wants it?
in a small bedroom community of a small metropolitan city. Life is good, crime happens, but it's usually small shit. Lately tho', it's like Satan's been cut lose. Murder an mayhem, assault, and a local school superintendent was caught exposing himself to some kids working at a local convenience store.
And then there's Val's, a small, and by small, I mean cardboard box small. A favorite burger joint, Val's has been in business since I was a kid. And I'm old. Val's was recently cited for some health discrepancies and shut down for a while. WTF, the place is old, and small, and everyone knows they probably ain't up to the standards of BK, and we don't care.
Like I said, craziness everywhere.
So the scourge of liberalism, knew Donald Trump was a 'shallow, lazy ignoramus' and campaigned for him anyway. Yep, ya got that right! Her hate is so great, she voted for a shallow, lazy ignoramus to be President of the United states.
There's something about the pot calling the kettle black, something I just can't put my finger on, hmmm...
some ancient story teller wrote down a little tale he called the 'Epic of of Gilgamesh'. A wonderful little tale of gods and men, and epic floods, and some little place called Eden, the garden of gods, where the first man was created.
Need I say more?
but when I do, it's only BK double cheeseburgers, and usually only two at a time. Coke and fries included. Maybe twice a year, if that.
But for Jedediah 'Wimpy' Fulton, cheeseburgers must be a way of life, so much so that Wimpy needs to munch down thirty of 'em at a time. But Micky D's is funny, in that they might not want to see someone OD on their beloved double cheeseburgers, and refused his order, which sent him into a violent burgerless rampage.
Maybe he should have promised to pay them on Tuesday.
that's collecting, correlating and violating your privacy. There's something like 3,000 data brokers here at home who do nothing but buy and sell your personal data. They know more about you, than your momma! Ever send a naughty text, they know about it. Cheating on your significant other, they know about it? Favorite flavor of ice cream, they know! They not only know where you've been, they know where you're going. Changing all your privacy settings ain't going to change what's known as Surveillance Capitalism. They got us nailed, so just do what I do, flip 'em off in my webcam when I think they're snooping.
with the chatter of airline pilots, and when it comes to strange objects whizzing past them, they ain't settling on 'it's just a weather balloon'. Give a listen to this recent encounter.
Considering the UFO phenomenon was started by a pilot, Kenneth Arnold, back in '47, it shouldn't be a surprise that pilots and UFO sightings are synonymous. One of the most interesting is JAL flight 1628.
So who you going to trust, a well trained pilot, or a government that's either in denial, or hiding something not of this earth.
Heard there was a march yesterday, something about kids demanding a right to safety and well being. Heard the turn out was pretty good, and there were a lot of global supporting marches as well. After spending over 20 years in a school district, I never bought into the bullshit that kids were spoiled these days. In fact, during my extended stay in High School, I was impressed with the kids. They were well behaved, socially aware, and involved.
Know who isn't? People that photo-shop images of the kids ripping up our constitution and pass 'em off to their believers as solid truth. People like Rick Santorum who claims our kids should learn CPR to help with the next victims of a school shooting. Organizations like the NRA who slammed the kids, telling them that no one would know your names, implying that if someone had been armed, and had killed the Killer, it'd be the end of the story.
Sometimes, it is just so hard to distinguish the kids from the adults in the room.
tuned in to watch Stormy Daniels tell all, on 60 minutes. Pretty good ratings for a porn star. She came off as intelligent, articulate, and truthful. and her allegations of threats I found believable. Why? Because in his soul, right down to his core, Trump is a bully. If he assigns denigrating names to people, degrades women, and generally threatens people on Twitter, he'll do it elsewhere as well.
I'm betting that after the interview a gawdzillion people went off and watched Stormy again, but this time not on a news show.
Fridays Come and Go
Sometimes not so much.
To cut funding for after school programs.
To cut funding for a grant program that helps low-income students go to college.
To cut funding for mental health programs.
To cut funding for Early Childhood funding
To cap Pell Grants.
Betsy wanted to use the money she would save for school choice programs.
Betsy got squat!
Betsy Scissorhands, our Secretary of Education!
we've come to. Two old politicians threatening to kick each others ass. It's not even good entertainment. In fact, it's embarrassing. Lets put 'em both in the Royal Rumble and let 'em go at it. That'd be entertaining, and embarrassing, for them, not me. I'd watch. Kinda wonder what outfit Trump would come up with? Biden's would have a sense of style, I don't doubt that. My money would be on Joe, bet he has some smooth moves, like the Biden breakneck. Trump has the mouth tho', the taunting twist. Who coulda guessed?
Ratings Gold, WWE. Ratings Gold!
Archie Bunker was raw. The show was the band aid ripped from the wound exposing our ignorance, our hate, and our intolerance. Yes, it was funny. It was also reflective of how many Americans experienced life. We identified with the show much more than the clean cut idealized shows of the 50s and 60s such as 'Leave it to Beaver' and 'My Three Sons', which had nothing akin to American life, yet portrayed our lives in such a generic and antiseptic manner, that I thought my life was weird. My first impression of the show was simple. Originally, I wouldn't watch Archie because I thought the show was agonizing, but I caught on, understanding that good people can be idiots, that they can change, they can grow, leaving what they learned form their childhood in the dustbins of life.
of madness we go.
Xi, Erdogan, Un, Putin, all now masters of their universe for life. How? Why? Simple! Because they remove any personal responsibility in your life by creating scapegoats for you to blame for all your misfortunes. The subjects are fine with going to war, corruption, and scandal, as long as they have someone to blame, and the tyrants always offer up someone. Jews, Muslims, anyone that looks different, believes different. I've always believed that if a person has steak for dinner and apple pie for desert, the only other thing people need is someone to blame for their personal problems. They ain't going to be worried about their government. Even if that government is systematically destroying their democracy while they're feasting.
You might be able to, but you're going to have to die first!
Nectome wants to super deep freeze all your memories at the instant of your death in the hopes that scientists in the future can someday rebuild them and implant them in another body, perhaps even a cloned version of yourself. But what if they stuck my memories in a robot? Or a pig? Companies do strange shit when you don't pay your bills. They also make mistakes, like what if only my bad memories survived?
Yeah, I'm not in the mood to live forever. Might be tomorrow, but not today.
Americans are embedded with a suspicion of government. It's who we are, it's how we're raised, that suspicious eye being derived from our history, and weaved into our constitution. On one hand we trust our Government, and on the other, we're deeply aware of how government can fail it's people, and work to it's own, ugly agenda. There is no surprise that 75% of Americans believe in a deep state, a cabal of the powerful running the show, behind the scenes.
If you define deep state in the above manner, look around. It's not so deep, not so secretive, and in fact it's quite evident. The rich and powerful, be they major corporations or individuals, spend billions of dollars to exert their will, to push their agenda, agendas that often betray the American experience.
If you define deep state as Trump does, as a cabal of Obama, left leaning democrats embedded in key government positions for the sole purpose of dictating policies, and working against his administration, I'd ask to see the evidence. I'd want to know how that works, especially in light of how each incoming president appoints their own cabinet officials to voice their political ideologies and agendas. A newly elected democrat could easily claim the same of the right. He could fire the Director of the FBI, claiming the director was out to get him, wasn't following his new policies. That's not evidence of a secretive cabal, that's a disagreement between a man and his new boss.
I've never trusted our government to do the right thing, but not because of secret cabals of men working to their own ends, hidden deep in the offices of Washington, but rather because of money, and power. Of the two, money and power wins every time.
So... There's an actual whorehouse when men go to have sex with, wait for it, ...dolls! Rubber, latex dolls! While I'm known to engage in a little rubber and latex fun myself, I gotta chip in and say, they work best as accessories, not partners, or replacements for partners. And the cost, a hundred bucks a pop, more if you accidentally deflate one. Hell, I'd just stop by Target and buy a Barbie, then again, have you seen the cost of a new Barbie doll?
And so it goes.
There's a Colonial Viper out there with my name on it. Just got my application out in the mail, and I'm waiting to get scheduled for my physical. Any Cylons out there better start shitting their pants, cuz I'm on going to be the job.
I'd like to think we wouldn't militarize space, that we'd venture outward in global peace, as a unified species, but that ain't going to happen. Hell, half the crap in space at the moment is military grade super secret shit. Satellites, missile platforms, anti missile platforms, etc. I guess wherever we go, we take our baggage, and I'm guessing if there are any Cylons out their, they're either plotting to fuck with us big time, or to run as fast as their puny ships will take 'em. My guess is the former, Space Force or no Space force.
A couple of mothers walk into a mosque in Arizona, children in tow, and engage in a hate filled rant, the kids parroting their role models. Seems we're seeing more of this shit as time goes on. I have to wonder what's going on in a person's life to make them hateful, miserable souls, so much so, that their only sense of happiness is to spew hate, and take a sense of enjoyment that they're passing that legacy on with their kids. I guess thats it in a nutshell. Some people are so frickin' miserable with their lives, that they have to blame someone else for all their problems. People that are so lazy, they're unable to look in the mirror to see who the real low grades are.
You're not even close to being finished!