A Few Questions

She said a lot there, but everyone is asking the same things here in the United States.

What I’m getting from this is disturbing because it seems that nobody knows what the U.S. is allowed to do, what our constitution provides for or forbids, what the UCMJ allows or what constitutes criminal actions, and equally important, what international law says about combat actions in international water during peacetime. Especially against civilians.

I’ll let you in on something really messed up: there are no countries that are allowed to do this. It could constitute a war crime, but there is no war, so these horrors are crimes against humanity, and terrorism; Murder and the threat of more. Except, I don’t understand why it’s happening if Trump just pardoned Juan Hernandez, former president of Honduras, who was convicted of trafficking cocaine into the United States by the ton.

How in perdition does that make any sense?

Answer: it doesn’t.

I honestly knew nothing about the 2 September incident in which the so-called “double tap” strike took place until mere days ago.

I’ll tell you my take as a Christian first: I believe the “first strike” to be immoral. Killing is immoral. My renewed faith has no room for arguing this point. Defense against an aggressor in a declared war is one thing; this is nothing similar at all. Jesus never said to go forth and kill and then pretend it never happened. Killing and lying are not just sins, but they go against the conscience most people are inherently equipped with.

So too, Pete Hegseth proved to be a coward, speaking boldly, indeed arrogantly, and then lying to cover himself from any fallout. Which he’s finally getting anyway.

FAKE NEWS

This is something we all have to contend with. It’s a problem because, first of all, some people like to disseminate lies. Secondly, propaganda is effective. Hitler had a dedicated propaganda minister, and the Allied resistance countered Nazi propaganda with outrageously funny and equally effective stunts through the use of radio and printed material. The underground was often connected between occupied countries and those involved risked their lives in their own fight against Nazis.

The Resistance against Nazi Germany was often funny, and one case in particular taught the Kriegsmarine in Norway an unforgettable lesson. Germany had confiscated the entire country’s catch of sardines because canned food lasted longer on U-boat sorties. U-boats were hot, cramped, and they went on long “Wolpack” patrols across the Atlantic to sink Allied escorts and troop ships, but also to stem the unbelievable flow of planes, tanks and a staggering amount of food, medical supplies, uniforms and blankets, a never-ending amount of ships, and while the Germans, including armored cavalry, pilots, and infantry, had been told that the U.S. military was weak and could never outfight Aryans, the Kriegsmarine knew better. Not only could they not stop the shipping, but the Americans became much more efficient at detecting and damaging or sinking their subs. It became necessary for the Nazi armed forces to take drastic measures. Occupied countries had crops and meat confiscated. Troops were resorting to horses and carts for transportation of troops and supplies, and horses were used to pull artillery, some of which were very antiquated pieces from World War One. Combat photography and film footage proves all of this, and perhaps there was a time when they may have prevailed except that Operation Barbarossa had already beaten them. It is the judgement of many scholars that it was inevitable; invading the Soviet Union was a dreadful move. By the time of the flight back to German territory, retreat and surrender was no longer worthy of discussion. Men froze to death lying on their backs, some with an arm bent upward. And the entire war was like that. By the time the U.S. sent its military to engage Germany, it sealed the deal.

The taking of food and even linen for bandages in Nazi-occupied Europe forced the citizens into serious resistance tactics. Men and women alike fought. But in Norway….all of their sardines?

This was too much for Norwegians to take. Fuming, they contacted Allies and ordered a lot of croton oil. They canned the tiny fish with this oil, which is a rather “violent” laxative. In other words, U-boat crews on submarines that had a single toilet were taken out of action and couldn’t return to port fast enough. The interior of the U-boats were wall to wall diarrheic disasters, their men severely dehydrated. There is no mention I could find on the vessel’s turnaround time, but if it took a week, and the crew had to be replaced, then it took the boat out of action and plausibly saved at least some Allied shipping across the Atlantic. The story spread throughout the underground and the Maquis made sure that everyone got the news. The O.S.S. and British agents were probably rolling around on their office floors, stomachs cramped as badly as a German submariner’s, but for a different reason: they were laughing.

When properly coordinated, propaganda is effective. You just can’t overdo it because that’s when the resistance begins.

Today, however, the Trump administration is constantly putting out senseless, uncoordinated and often contradictory fake news, and that alone is funny, yet people are dying. Many more are suffering.

And here’s the thing: sure, this administration is all for cutting out all healthcare even as Trump’s mouth spits lies about healthcare reform. Which, it turns out, would result in a lot of deaths. And this is not World War Two.

But a new Holocaust? Can that happen?

This is all about deporting arbitrary people to other countries, mostly under the assumption that they’re illegal aliens, despite being naturalized and even U.S.-born citizens.

A senator who just loves deportations recently wrote on social media how thankful he is that his parents brought him to the United States (!).

This administration is full of hypocrisy and lies, and it’s so stupid that, if people weren’t suffering and dying, it would be hilarious. One funny thing is a senator introducing a bill which, if passed, would see Melania Trump deported, her dual citizenship cancelled. I tell you, it boggles the mind.

But as I’ve said, people are dying. And the suffering is getting more widespread. Very few things are funny.

I misread, or actually did read, something about a foreign leader being transferred to the Hague and the ICC to face charges of crimes against humanity. It’s likely that I crossed stories, but at first I thought a foreign leader had been detained for the same things as our Navy attacking boats for trafficking drugs.

Actually it was a Libyan official who ran a prison in which he encouraged atrocities including various manner of torture including murder, rape, extreme violence and more. The U.S. and Germany protested, but the ICC overruled them. Knowing nothing further, I can only guess that “illegal aliens” sent to Libya and El Salvador were supposed to undergo such acts and conditions.

Doing so constitutes multiple crimes against humanity under the Trump administration. ICE is allowed to wear masks and vests and be heavily armed and freely roam like Nazi SS and Gestapo men, taking prisoners. ICE agents are feared, but more than anything, they are bitterly hated, and a reckoning is coming.

Even now, as I think about it, I get sick in my body and spirit. Is there really no limit to the evil this administration willingly plans and then commits?

Media like NewsMax and Fox are just as immoral, eagerly egging the administration on and heaping praise on a band of criminals with outrageous lies that defy belief that anyone could be so dishonest as to utter them. Propaganda used to manipulate the public. No matter how stupid, they all spit it out.

NewsMax even put out a poll saying the Fox News reported that Trump had a very low approval percentage. NewsMax wanted to prove them wrong. They’re fighting each other!

No one knows how many families have been separated or how many children have been sent to God-knows-where, or trafficked. Yes, who in this administration would have a problem with that, given how the Federal Bureau of Investigation, once legendary, has worked overtime scrubbing and redacting the material in the so-called “Epstein Files?”

It’s been claimed that the redactions are to conceal the names of victims, and I hope it’s true, but wait! If our military shoots people clinging to a wrecked boat, is it so farfetched to think that the Feds would cook the books to exonerate Trump?

You know what war crimes and crimes against humanity look like. You know what “ethnic cleansing” looks like. Now comes my question:

Are you really supportive of this kind of inhumanity? Or do you condemn these things?

The answer, that’s for you. It isn’t for me. Because if this goes on, it will get worse. I saw the video of the boat. It looked like a small open boat to me, and watching it explode sickened me. You want more? Or are you willing to stand for what’s right, risking your life to speak against evil?

And one more question. If you are in any branch of the military of the United States, and you receive an order to do something you know is illegal, how will you respond?

How will history, and God, judge you? You can’t get away. Everyone will know. Is “I was just following orders” a good enough excuse, like most Wermacht, Luftwaffe, and Kriegsmarine claimed after VE Day? Right up to the minute they were imprisoned or executed?

It’s up to you.

Intimidation and Control

Today I had over two hundred visitors on this site, most of them in the United States and Myanmar.

This is impossible. None of my subscribers read from here anymore.

It’s likely that the current government is downloading or having federal agents reading posts one at a time each, because the list of titles viewed shows one view per visitor.

I want this to be perfectly clear:

I am not a hater of anyone nor am I a danger to anyone. I hate the things I and others do, but never the people.

That much being said, what’s going on in the Caribbean is truly terrifying.

While drugs are a problem, even though Venezuela isn’t a major player, I don’t believe this has ever been an excuse for starting a war. And yet, there are casualties. Vessels in the Caribbean have been fired on by U.S. Navy planes. BBC reports Gerald R. Ford is down there with subs and escort ships.

I wouldn’t know. And I wouldn’t care if we had not already racked up casualties.

And Venezuela has contacted OPEC with a warning that we might invade.

Fact: the world will not react favorably to any military action started by us, unprovoked and for an false reason. We’re staring down the barrel of World War Three and I’m personally scared. You think his Saudi friends will back us against other Arab countries?

This unusual traffic on my site makes me believe I’m a person of interest to those who think speaking against the president’s actions are actually illegal.

I’ve been trying to figure out why I bother with this site. Nobody comes here. I can’t remember the day I had most of my views in a 24 hour period. But, of course, it was never over 50.

I’m not interesting. I write about loss, tragedy and loneliness. Of love I couldn’t act on because I wasn’t good enough for the woman I loved most in my entire life.

I’ve done religion and current events, and I have changed with the times just as everyone else has. Some have learned and pulled away from extremist views. Others have failed to learn anything and become more mired and cannot believe any truth beyond their beliefs. Their truths are lies.

This world is in what I believe are End Times chaos. We fight, we kill, we hate. And it’s getting worse.

You may think these early snows and cold snaps disprove global warming, but that’s wrong. Climate and weather are different things. Every expert who tells the truth has warned us that extreme and unseasonal weather was inevitable.

And war equals war crimes. No “honorable” war has ever been fought in all of recorded history. Men do unspeakable things in wars and that’s just how it is. You don’t need an entire brigade or carrier group to slay the innocent. To rape and steal and much worse, and yes, there is worse.

I’m not pointing any fingers here, either. Every war has seen bestial things and there’s no way to stop that. Especially not with the leader of a country so eager to pardon that behavior.

We citizens of the United States do not want war. But the so-called War Department is poking the hornet’s nest, and I learned by age four that you just don’t do that.

Whoever fires on U.S. Navy ships will be answered with everything we have. Don’t allow it. There’s no reason when you know there are better ways.

And to the president, I simply ask, “do you want a legacy that history will hate you for, or would you prefer to have people say your name with respect because you turned around and helped people instead of what you’re doing now?

I know which one I would choose.

And for anyone who reads this, do you really believe God is happy with us? That he’s not going to judge us guilty for the destruction we’ve done to this planet? Forever chemicals, mercury and other heavy metals and toxins now reside in every part of the globe, in the air, on land, and in the deepest oceans. They’ve invaded virtually every human and animal, and I haven’t even mentioned plastics yet.

How much longer do you figure we can live?

It’s something everyone needs to ask themselves, and depopulation crimes can’t help. Those are just murders.

Given thoughtful consideration, I believe that you will not like the answer.

I love God. I love His children. That’s unconditional; it has to be.

I don’t like what many do, and I said earlier, I include myself in the equation.

“We all like sheep have gone astray; every one to his own way, and the Lord has laid on him (Jesus) the iniquity of us all..” (Isaiah 53)

Yeshua (Jesus in Latin) has us covered. He did before we were born. All we have to do is turn back to him. Renounce our sins and try to do better.

One last observation.

There’s a lady near me who feeds the local deer herd. Every day she goes to the woods and chucks all kinds of good food around. Now they barely graze, waiting for her. They graze afterwards but they know she’s got the good stuff.

This is not because she thinks they need help.

Having observed her at length, it struck me that it’s all about control.

Control is a horrible responsibility, and few ever live up to it.

All who seek control over wild animals are lacking control in their own lives, and I’m not referring to gamekeepers or zoo employees. I’m saying laypeople mostly do what she does because they want power over wild things. Sure, white tailed deer are cute, but because of her, the herd is confused. They allow her to approach, but still shun people. This unfortunately brings them closer to places people walk and even live. They’ve eaten elephant plants nearby every year but this one. Now the plants stand yellow and soft.

Every time someone seeks control, bad things happen. A doe with a fawn nearly charged me (you can look up the warning signs) and the buck, about an eight-pointer, stayed in the area for three months. That is not normal behavior. And he would stand right in my path, daring me to come closer. I didn’t dare.

Ultimate control is illusory at best. When Hitler took Germany, he ruled with a steel fist. Until, of course, he’d squeezed the last bit of humanity out of so many people that he couldn’t control what was left of them; each relished their own positions of power and did horrible things.

He was soon overcome by his perception that he was in control to the point where he had killed so many people, especially his own, that there was no way he could even know what was going on. His subordinates were frightened by the thought of giving him bad news; he’d executed too many of them, and killed his best armor commander out of misplaced outrage after D-DAY. Soon, his city, his bunker, was surrounded. Even underground he could hear the sounds of Soviet artillery. In the end, his country was in ruins, his people split between east and west, and by then he was already dead by his own hand.

The “control” of an angry man tore his country apart and left Germans traumatized, broken and hated by too many people to ever count.

This is something the world ought not to want repeated. And when it was reported that Donald Trump was a fan of Hitler, it chilled my blood.

So, what’s next? I know you’re asking.

My answer is, buy a history book. A set of history books. Then you’ll know.

When We Are Being Lied To

Look. We knew he was lying.

We don’t like it.

But if you happen across this post, and you have been avoiding the news on whatever platform you’d like to name; if you have been avoiding current events because of all the hate on Facebook, I’m going to tell you now that you can’t bury your head in the sand. No, whatever happens will affect you no matter what party you support or whether you are independent.

Your life has been changed. The numbers she’s pointing out may seem small to you, but they are not.

And just to make it clear, the U.S. economy does affect the world economy.

We are buying less. Soon, we will be unable to buy much of anything. We have always had street people. You hear or read about them, but did you know that they include entire families?

They live in abandoned places. Under tunnels. Under bridges and overpasses. In the woods. Old warehouses and condemned row homes.

And all too often, that is where they die.

But, and I have said this many times, more people are on the edge of joining the ranks of the homeless than at any time in my life. Food prices are going up, and I don’t need to hear from expert economists to know it. I’m the one who will eat soup for thanksgiving, and I’m fine with it, especially since I refuse to fill my stomach while I know children are starving. I’d die first.

This woman knows what’s coming. She appears to be resisting the need to say it out loud. I wish she would go ahead and get it over with.

Because if your head’s been in the sand, it’s time you know the truth.

Don’t tell me you’re a Christian and yet you give not so much as a thought to the poor.

Don’t tell me you’re a Christian when your table is laden with expensive foods but you can’t even spare a minute to pray for hungry families.

Don’t tell me you’re a Christian when you support Trump, Ice, illegal imprisonment and orders to the military that would make us the primary beligerant in a war.

Don’t tell me you’re a Christian when you have no problem with killing, racism, bullying, rape, forced child-bearing by minors, and you support an evil president whom the devil alone smiles upon out of every creature in heaven, including the angels, God and His Son, the Lamb of God, who will judge all of us.

Christians do not do what the false ones on the right do. They do not spread nor tolerate hate being read between the lines of scripture.

Real Christians give freely and pray that they can do more to help.

Real Christians love those who mock and hurt them.

Real Christians cry and pray for children who suffer under evil governments.

Real Christians make mistakes and sin. But they know that’s a part of being human. They know to ask forgiveness from the Lord, and that He will forgive, and if they ask for it, He will grant strength to fight harder, because their faith pleases him.

Real Christians don’t know what God looks like. They don’t know the strange mysteries left behind by the Holy Bible. It’s faith that conquers doubt through questions like those, and we have to keep learning that we don’t know everything.

And that we weren’t meant to.

Otherwise faith, the most pleasing thing to God because it comes with your love, would mean nothing.

Jesus once said, “Because you have seen, you believe. Imagine how blessed those are who will not see, yet believe.”

As I fight to regain my self respect and my faith, I have asked for protection from God for the innocent children and their families. For those kidnapped and sold into slavery. For peace.

I have also asked for my friends to be given blessings of health and peace in times the likes of which they’ve never imagined.

Even Marjorie Taylor Greene, who is supposed to resign as of 6 January, a woman I have maligned at every opportunity, has my prayers for the safety of she and her entire family. What she did took courage.

Trump’s lie was outrageous and nobody alive should be tempted on any account to believe it.

But some do.

And even after the revelation that most of the NAGAs in X are foreign to the U.S., there still remain rabid supporters of Trump here. Many, like Greene, have defected. So the danger they pose continues.

I challenge all real Christians to pull their heads out of the sand and fight against evil. First, pray. Twelve-steppers, ask your higher power what’s right.

I’m sick of lyrical sermons in a time when this many people are dying. Your prose serves no purpose, no inspiration for those in spiritual darkness. And if you continue, you won’t like what happens next. You also will not like the terrible realization that you failed to solve anything.

In the past, my language would have been laced with filth and anger.

I’m not going to do that now. I’m appealing to your conscience, your beautiful souls, and your faith; may the Lord give you the strength and insight to be the best that you can be in these sad times.

President Trump wrote on social media that the six lawmakers were “traitors” and guilty of “SEDITIOUS BEHAVIOR, punishable by DEATH!”–the Hill

Never, in modern times, have we heard a sitting president say such a thing.

Who the six lawmakers are that he is referring to does not matter. What he said, does matter.

In World War Two, only one of many deserters was executed. Edward Slovik was shot by a firing squad on 31 January, 1945. He was the only soldier executed for that crime since the U.S. Civil War. It happened days after the end of the Battle of the Bulge and the liberation of Auschwitz by the Soviet Army.

Executions of U.S. soldiers did happen during the war. Well over 150, all for crimes of rape and murder. But only one was killed for deserting. And he was a marginal case.

When the six lawmakers were referred to by Trump as deserving execution, what they had done was to call for military leaders to disobey illegal orders to commit violent actions against anyone or any country that we are not currently at war with.

And those six brave and righteous souls are not backing down.

The fact, however, that the six were not joined by other lawmakers is something I find deeply troubling.

The United States has, under president Trump, become a watercooler and dinner subject of conversation the world over, and few speak of us citizens kindly. Not even in our longest standing allies’ countries.

I am sick at that fact, but more sickened-deeply sickened in my heart, at what this country has become, and thus earned the hatefulness and derisiveness aimed at us.

Recently, Representative Marjorie Taylor Greene announced her resignation as of the 6th of January. She was a MAGA supporter and a person held in contempt and bitterness by the political left but suddenly broke from the Trump administration. In a statement she claimed to have opened her eyes to corruption by both major parties and, amid death threats, denounced everything Trump had planned.

Others have been less kind, like John Kennedy, who said on the senate floor, “if you weren’t born on American soil, get out!”

This would include Melania Trump.

The problem with evil, and everything that goes with it, like racism and hatred, is that sooner or later it becomes its own worst enemy. It gets ironic and grows tentacles that cross each other. This exclamation also applies to many who are Trump supporters and even to members of our military. In fact, countless war veterans have already been deported. I’m not going to look for statistics, because I can’t trust anything this government does or says.

The holidays are upon us.

Instead of family gatherings, we should all be shut in for safety against those who would take our freedom.

Instead of gifts, Christmas will be a hard day for too many for me to celebrate. Prices are so high that any gifts must be bought by people who are giving up meals to do it, yet a recent statement by Trump claims quite delusionally that prices are lower than ever and getting lower.

And still we face having our military being abused. Given illegal orders to do illegal things. It would kill innocent people no matter the target.

It would start World War Three.

This is not the United States as we have known it. Vietnam was a terrible mistake. The gulf wars were highly questionable with false evidence given as reasons to open fire.

They were a national disgrace.

We have fought justified wars. And World War Two was a nightmare that shook the four corners of the world. But that war was forced upon us.

We’re not supposed to be the bad guys. And we are about to become exactly that.

To all outside of my country, I beg you, forgive us. We were supposed to be better than this.

I don’t know what will happen. All I can do is pray. Please pray with me.

“We have no interest in seeing World War Three. Unless we start it.”– Jack Wade (Joe Don Baker) to James Bond (Pierce Brosnan), Tomorrow Never Dies, 1997

Avoid the United States at All Costs

I can’t find a link to the entire scene shown below, but so many times in my life, I’ve found Star Trek to be inspiring and, very often, a source of learning. While growing up, when being abused so badly that I had no dreams left about what I wanted to or could do with my life….when I was sent to bed to stick to my sheets because of the bleeding, or when I was expected to attend Sunday School hours after being raped, I found escape from the pain, terror and guilt with books and movies. Trek saved me from conforming to the evil ideology of my father. Today I try as hard as I can to be a decent man. I worked for 30 years and still never did anything I dreamt of before those dreams were snuffed out like a candle. I did the best I could under the circumstances, but I have regrets. They’re heavy and difficult to live with. But I’m not alone when I say that I learned a lot from Trek and books.

Many of you no doubt can relate to this, and personally and sincerely, I’m sorry.

Star Trek was always my favorite. The sets were much smaller than most people know, forcing viewers to use their imaginations to fill in the rest. Today imagination isn’t required. CGI removes the wonder of imagining the things you couldn’t see in classic shows or when reading a great book.

Star Trek IV

In the movie Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home, Admiral Kirk and his officers are on their way back to Earth when they receive this warning from the president of the Federation. An alien probe has entered orbit and is causing atmospheric damage to the planet. Kirk intercepts a message from Starfleet Headquarters warning everyone to stay away.

“ST 4: TVH” is still one of the most beloved Trek movies, and for good reason.

That’s why I’m reminded now of this scene. I’ve warned people before to stay away from America, and I hate doing it, but I believe it to be morally justified. This time, even more so.

This summer — indeed this year — tourism dropped significantly from other countries. I feel sad about it, but those people who stayed away were smart.

At times, the major news outlets were reporting that people were being taken off the streets illegally and without any due process, were hauled off to other countries which accepted them as prisoners. Reports of imprisonment under inhumane conditions were then suddenly stopped, one news agency after another under the threat of losing their broadcasting licenses.

Now there’s almost no mention of this violation of human rights at all. That’s outrageous!

Therefore, especially during the current government shutdown, I must renew my warning to all travelers from abroad: avoid the United States at all costs.

You can’t even visit a national zoo, and the Smithsonian museums will only remain open for a limited time. There is no reason to risk your freedom or your life to come here. None. To see a geyser? Ski in Colorado? Visit even with family?

It is a dangerous time, for Americans and for you. There’s no way to know what might happen. I believe that with video meetings at your disposal, even business travel can and should be avoided.

Our president has caused, and continues to cause, critical damage to the very foundation of this country, and he’s seriously mentally ill. He claims to have stopped wars that don’t exist, including one between two countries that share no borders, and indeed are thousands of miles apart. He declared war on one of our own states even though the governor of that state assured him that nothing is happening there to warrant military intervention.

When meeting foreign leaders, he’s worse than an embarrassment; he is in fact being laughed at, and that is justified.

He’s a fool, but a dangerous one. He’s in power and longs to use that power without any thought as to the consequences. He does not, in fact, care about the people he’s supposed to serve. Or you.

Save your money. Save yourselves.

Avoid the United States at all costs.

The 2025 Shutdown: Things Could Get Even Worse For America

This is not unexpected during the current turmoil in Washington politics. It just doesn’t surprise me. British Broadcasting reported overnight that the shutdown is in effect.

So far, Social Security and Medicare and other mandatory government functions are not affected. However it’s unclear how our military will be affected. They are expected to report for duty as usual, and deployed personnel must remain in place, but they will not receive pay until the shutdown ends. This is a disgrace and an overwhelming problem to expect the men and women who serve our country to deal with.
Many Americans have no concept of what this means. Every single Air Force, Army, Marine, Navy and Coast Guard enlistee have to pay rent if living off-base, and they have mortgages and car payments, insurance and everything else a civilian has to keep up with while not being paid. When I served, it was illegal to foreclose on a loan or evict our service people, but I can’t find out if those clauses are still upheld. It worries me.
Almost one million federal workers will be “furloughed,” a grotesquely polished word for being laid off. They, too will draw no pay. Those people are always under the gun, since Trump has been slashing jobs, indeed entire government departments, since January.
I know a man whose vote for Trump was immediately rewarded with losing his job, yet he still insists that Trump is a genius. That doesn’t surprise me, but it is disgusting. A federal worker, eh? I wouldn’t trust a man who’s that oblivious to trim my shrubs. There wouldn’t be anything left, he’d get no pay, and he’d be cheerful about it.

I’ve lived a long time and seen shutdowns before, but never have I been this apprehensive about one. I’m not overthinking this; neither I nor anyone else has to do that. It’s bad, it will only make the current economic situation and American morale worse.
I still find it shocking that anyone from points south would want to cross into “el Norte,” or anyone from Europe to immigrate. Many don’t know what they’re in for.
Our elected leaders had better get their shit together, or all of them will be replaced. We can do that. We’re pissed and getting damn tired of the threats.

The “News”

Do you watch the news? Do you react to it? Is your reaction positive or does it do to you what it does to me, send you into a towering rage?

Only you know the answer, but I’m guessing that you probably should avoid it as the quicksand it is.

Once caught up in daily news, you won’t die, as only movie quicksand drags you in that far, but you also might now be able to move.

When lies become so debilitating that you can’t function, they’ve got you. The liars, the men with evil agendas, the bad guys. Villains so vile that I understand what Daniel 12:4 means when it says many will run to and fro, and knowledge shall increase.

The Internet.

You no longer need go to a library to consult texts. You just punch up a query on a search engine, and link after link shows up.

Anything you want is right there, from the proper pronunciation of a word to people doing unspeakable things to each other.

But that doesn’t make you wise, and quite a lot of information you get steered toward is a bunch of lies.

I’ve gone to Wikipedia many times, and although I mostly trust what I read, I have also gone back to a specific subject I’ve already read to refresh my memory, and what I have found was an entirely different article with no resemblance to what used to be there.

This has also been the case with Snopes, which I no longer trust. It doesn’t mean that I don’t trust Wikipedia; but one must check sources and references to ensure that what is there is accurate.

That responsibility is on each researcher; in a world of lies, you and I are the final judges of what is true and what is false.

A recent lie is that someone in the Trump administration (regime) got representatives of India and Pakistan to meet for peace talks.

The truth is that nobody wants to hear from Americans anymore. And you may think that they are just angry at the administration, but that’s not entirely true. The American people are letting the world economy collapse.

As a democracy, this country is supposed to be above all this. Therefore, we are seen as complicit. Us. All of us.

All we get are lies. Sure, there are many who speak the truth, but the architects of disinformation are scrambling to drown them out, especially with the threat of putting people in concentration camps.

People in other countries don’t understand why we sit here and take it. I understand their puzzlement.

During World War Two, we were supposed to be the good guys, the marauding avengers of the oppressed and occupied people in Europe and the Pacific.

Maybe that’s true, but we didn’t come out of it without lots of innocent blood on our hands. And since the Korean War ceasefire (the war is not over), we’ve never engaged righteously in any armed conflict. Not in Vietnam, not in Iraq, and certainly not in Afghanistan.

Remember that phrase from the Rules of War? That you never attempt to invade Russia?

You don’t do it to Afghanistan, either.

We as a race will tell any lie to engage in our most passionate endeavor: war.

And any lie will suffice to give reason to a new slaughter.

The Nazis did not learn from Napoleon Bonaparte.

America did not learn from the Soviet Union.

Nobody learns. Despite a wealth of available knowledge, nobody learns.

I may have misunderstood Daniel 12, but I can make my case.

The real problem is, those who do learn are silenced by men with the most evil of aspirations.

Jesus Christ said that the devil was the father of lies, of every lie ever told.

Satan will lead us whenever we follow the men who listen to him. He speaks not through words but by temptation. By making his own case through one’s jaded rationalization. How easy has it been for us to justify to ourselves that a lie was the best way out of a bad situation? Or the best way to get what we want?

Or maybe just to get attention?

The news is a wire barrel stuffed with index cards waiting for someone to reach in and announce the winner of a raffle. Good gets mixed with bad, evil versus what’s right. When mixed enough by the crank handle, the people will believe anything.

There are U.S. citizens who still venomously back and defend their “leaders” but their numbers are dwindling fast.

That’s because the price of electing a bigot and a felon has placed them in a position where they are less than a paycheck away from losing the shelter over their heads. Imagine being in such a position. It’s terrifying.

I have no answer. To anything. My own reactions to news are full of hateful comments. I have only myself to blame; I know I can’t handle the lies and the hate. I’m nothing but a sinner and that, I’m afraid, I cannot change.

I only know that desperate times call for prayer and fasting.

Not because it will save the world.

Because it will save your soul from torment far worse than anything we can imagine.

The sacrifice of Jesus Christ was for you. Turn off the news, seek help if you need it, and pray.

And take care of yourself. That’s important, because The Lord loves you.

All Tuckered Out

I’m not making any secret of my disdain for the National Football League. I’ve had it with the circus that it’s become. I also won’t hesitate to stand behind my opinion that since betting became a huge part of professional sports, some games have been fixed. If not by the league, then at least by players who drop passes, fumble the ball or miss easy field goals.

I’ve seen linebackers fall down on plays which, it honestly looks like they had a runner for a tackle that was missed, and it looked genuinely comical, so lame that it seemed obvious that they just fell down.

I’m equally sick of all the scandals in the league. Players beating their wives,  one of which was recorded dragging her, unconscious, from an elevator or subway car (I don’t remember which, nor does it matter to me because she’s just as unconscious either way).

Domestic abuse, illegal substance use, involvement in shootings, dog fighting, it’s all there. Pete Rose was kept from coaching and refused admission to the Baseball Hall of Fame because he was betting on games.

That seems petty now, with the things professional athletes get away with.

That said, now we have Justin Tucker, a place kicker for the Baltimore Ravens, being accused of sexually inappropriate behavior with a bunch of massage therapists.

Before you leave in rage, remember this: it isn’t just one therapist in one facility making one accusation.

My view of the situation is that a single accusation by a single person may be false or impossible to prove. Two, three or more, in different facilities, is a situation that I absolutely do not discount whatsoever.

Reports have it that in multiple places across Baltimore City, some have banned him from returning, while some therapists have refused to work with him again. That’s serious, and it tells me that the man is sick, because unsolicited sexual actions are criminal and leave behind a victim who is probably traumatized.

Massage therapists have to go to schools to be certified. They work hard. They’re motivated to help others while trying to earn a living wage. They don’t enter the profession to engage in sex acts. The very idea is disrespectful and disgusting.

There is an abundance of porn on the Internet that would make one think it happens all the time, but folks, that’s porn. Not real life.

In sports medicine, physical therapy may involve any variety of things, including massage. It gets blood flowing to the injured tissue, and relieves swelling and pain, thus speeding the healing process as well as reducing discomfort.

So when a swath has been cut across a city, leaving therapists who don’t want to work for you again, or whole clinics banning you from their premises, you’ve obviously done exactly what they say you have.

The Ravens are “investigating” which fails to make me feel warm and fuzzy. I’d prefer law enforcement do it, but big money is on the line. In the end, what will most likely happen is a few payoffs. Then everyone hushes up.

What I would like to see is justice.

If you want to know the worst part, it’s this: Tucker missed some pretty easy field goals last season, and they’ve drafted another kicker. If they can’t defend Tucker, he’ll be cut. It would be grounds to sever his contractual provisions, leaving him out of work.

I rather doubt that will happen. This is the NFL we’re talking about. Big money and a gambling industry that will never go back to the real sport or the days of men playing for pure love of the sport. Those days were over a very long time ago.

Katy Perry Falls to Earth

Katy Perry is in a bad place. Really bad. As in, even for her bad.

I’ve never been a fan. I don’t listen to her songs. I don’t think you could torture any prisoner worse than letting them have meals and a bed but never turning off her songs.

That said, I really don’t like doing this. I don’t want to flame people, because God probably judges those who flame others more harshly than the ones being flamed. I’m not doing this out of malice or for views. As bloggers go, I’m a little guy. I’ve written awful stuff in my pursuit of God, coping with mental illness and the crushing loss of my children.

But I’ve hidden nothing. I’m brutal about it and I leave comments off because nobody really wants to comment anyway, or I’m just going to get harassed. Men like myself don’t need that. It’s the opposite of why I’m here.

Let me add, please, that the title of my site is not parody or humorous. I’m an asshole and I don’t pretend not to be.

Now then: what is all this about Katy Perry being so thoroughly raked over the coals because she “went to space?”

First of all, this. And what’s in the link above.

All of it is “cringe,” a modern expression that covers secondhand embarrassment for a person or persons who do especially stupid things. They should be embarrassed, but they seldom are. Whatever they did was deliberate and they now own it. They may incur a blemish on their reputation or lose a job. They may get sued in court. They can even end up in jail. None of it is pretty.

Ask Mel Gibson. A domestically violent, anti semitic bore. Except of course, he doesn’t care. Asking someone how it feels to self-immolate implies that they have feelings aside from rage.

Katy Perry has just poured gasoline all over herself and lit the fire. Her upcoming tour is ill-advised now. She’s going to take heat, and that’s even from former fans who just want to see her end her career with a dismal box office showing. Like NASCAR “fans” who only go so they can see the crashes (you’re better off watching those on TV so you can see replays).

Want to see a pop star crash? It’s happened before.

Who can forget the devil’s triad of Perry, Taylor Swift and Madonna doing shows with satanic themes? Which one was on a cross? I guess it doesn’t matter, really. But all of them took heat. Rightfully so.

In show business, people are often chewed up and spit out. Even the classic stars were damaged. Marilyn Monroe comes to mind, but so does Tippi Hedren, one of Hitchcock’s victims. He was a sadistic director who, when shooting the picture “The Birds,” tied a bird to her so it would appear genuine that she was frantic and terrified. And being clawed to pieces.

Even in the Golden Age, drugs and alcohol often became staples of the actor or singer or both. The parties even then were attended by the depraved. Good against evil was a fine theme for a movie or a musical, but they blended very well after hours. Suspicious deaths occurred. To read or hear those stories is to feel cold, hopeless and in a darkness difficult to forget.

Anyone with empathy can feel those things, but what about those people who don’t have the capacity for love, empathy or guilt? They never apologize unless they are pressured. They are stuck on themselves and can’t hide it. Adoring audiences and fans remain in awe of them, looking past anything they do. They follow them on social media and comment, hoping that the god they worship will deign to engage them with a reply. Scandals? Nah, the fans ravenously defend their god or goddess with a ruthless viciousness that will knock you on your heels.

Perhaps this is why I cannot allow this to pass without piling on. I’ve never been a Katy Perry fan. No singer after the 70s or very early 80s is on my radar, though the occasional song may catch my attention. But a singer from back then was harshly judged quickly and lost popularity far more often than anyone since.

Back then it wasn’t all that difficult to tank one’s career. Boomers had parents who condemned Elvis for his onstage moves being suggestive or even obscene. In his Ed Sullivan Show appearance, the first one, as I recall, network censors would allow only shots of him from the waist up to be taped.

The Smothers Brothers often took heat. Those who recorded the first antiwar songs during the Vietnam War were hanged in effigy. There was a hilarious case of a woman swooning and then “speaking in tongues.”

Remember when they began, the networks, that is, to test the waters of nudity, and they showed some guy getting out of bed naked, baring his glutes? One of them was David Caruso. If you had a good TV you could see the freckles on his ass. Freezing the frame, if you connected them, they formed a map of Silent Hill.

But in the 60s…

Guys with crewcuts who wore suits whenever in public carried baseball bats in case anyone spoke ill of the senseless deaths in Southeast Asia.

Compared to all of that mess back there, it seems mild when I think of what goes on today. Katy Perry isn’t a standout; she’s rather lukewarm. Most people are not shocked by much anymore. As for nudity on TV, some series that are on streaming services require it. It’s all normal now.

But Katy Perry seems to have broken some unwritten rule, and now it’s getting nasty. And her critics aren’t misogynistic alpha males: vocal standouts include big names. Women.

Her shamelessness at a time when public opinion outstrips anything I saw during Watergate is the definition of crass; perhaps elevating the word to a new level, one of immediacy and added harshness.

She’s drawn serious heat, and it’s still coming.

Of course, she now says she regrets the publicity stunt, but it’s too late to do damage control.

The planet is becoming less and less able to support most life as we know it. It’s a mess headed for some cataclysm we should never have been this close to. Stupid rocket trips can’t help. And she wasn’t in space. NASA defined space as within the atmosphere. Even science fiction fans know that’s not space.

When William Shatner went up, he was begged to go. But he came back not boasting that he had been in space, but profoundly sad at what we had done to our own planet. His view of the world was one of awe mixed with sorrow. We should learn from him. They used him, and he came back with emotional words they didn’t expect to hear.

People here in the U.S. are scared. Terrified, to be honest. We have a crisis that seems to have no sign of being subject to control. Yes, what she did (and I’m not excusing Gayle King or the others) was stupid, selfish and proved only that she doesn’t care about anything she claims to care for.

She may not deserve to be called names, nor take personal abuse, as those things are unchristian. But her fall to earth is deserved, if not somewhat amusing. We should stop worshipping stupid people and definitely stop investing our interest in stupidity itself. The situation around the world is too grim for that nonsense.

We are running out of time.

Too Scared

I woke up unable to move. At least, not much. I skipped a shower. My body was little else but pain.

I didn’t go to therapy. I was exhausted and cramped with IBSD, which dehydrates you. I couldn’t travel.

I’m not complaining; I have lots of days like this. It’s all a part of mental illness. PTSD and depression, along with deep stress all go together. My treatment helps, but on days like this, I can’t tell.

So many of us suffer the same symptoms, and it’s not fair, it feels like a curse.

Tonight I want to offer hope and encourage you to hold on. But I can’t. I don’t feel those things nor do I see hope. I’m too scared.

I awoke to the news that the Centers for Disease Control (CDC) was being gutted. That’s a move toward genocide, because without innoculations, communicable diseases will soon be spread across the U.S. as we’re sitting here helpless.

It also constitutes an act of biological warfare against the world; no single country alone gets affected. We saw with COVID that disease spreads at speeds too fast to comprehend.

To all people around the world, you should be very concerned about this. I’m not being paranoid when I say a deliberately planned biological attack could be in the wings as I write this.

You’ve no doubt heard about how stupid some of Trump’s cabinet is, and that too should scare you. They want to annex Greenland, and are just dumb enough to fire on Denmark to get it.

It would initiate World War Three. They don’t care. These stupid people are destroying our country. By killing Social Security recipients, a great deal of the economy fails. That money goes back into the economy for medicine, food, clothing, rent, car insurance and more. Why kill your own customers? That makes no sense at all. But it’s happening.

Tomorrow I will know if I get a cheque or not. I’ll know if I can eat, pay rent, co-pays, buy prescriptions or buy the supplies I need online.

I’d like to have hope, but now, tonight, that’s a tall order.

Day by day, this country is being dismantled.

I do have high hopes that April 5th protests will start something that ends in the president leaving office. They should be scared, because I know what Americans can do when they’ve had enough.

To the World, I apologize on behalf of my country. This nightmare is not who or what we are, or what we’re about. I appreciate our Allies more than ever, and when this is over, I pray that we can be friends again.

I gather you know what must be done. Impose a freeze on all trade with the U.S.A. and stand your ground. The best way to help us is by not helping us.

To my fellow citizens, I say this: speak out now or lose the freedom to speak at all.

Do what you know is right. Time is running out.

The good guys who stand by and do not speak out are really the bad guys. The enemy.

So you have decisions to make.

Dread for Me, and Some for the Rest of the World

I dread tomorrow.

I have physical therapy and even though I’ve had it before, many times for many reasons, this time it’s my back, shoulders and neck. I think the word “torture” comes to mind.

Pain isn’t something we’re built to take in large quantities. But if I dread tomorrow, then I dread the day after even more. That’s when I’ll find out if I’m getting my disability check or not.

To the world out there, greetings. I say the following at the risk of my freedom and my life: we need your help. We are captives in our own house. Please ask your governments to put pressure on ours for the sake of our lives and yours. I believe that the revolutionary fascist forces are a threat to all of you, all over the world, and that none of you are safe from madmen with nuclear weapons and an agenda which begs for a worldwide pandemic.

Do not support the United States by traveling here, for tourism or business. You run a serious risk of being detained and worse.

Do not support this country by engaging in trade with it. Keep it to a minimum if trade can’t be avoided.

Millions of U.S. citizens are about to die. When that happens, you will be next. It will make Nazi Germany look timid when it does.

I wonder what good my PT will do tomorrow. I feel so overwhelmed. Pray for us if you can find it in your hearts. This is truly an apocalyptic time.

May God bless you.

The Problem with Bill Gates

Here’s a guy we once thought was a righteous innovator and philanthropist.

Now I wonder if his brain has been removed by aliens, soaked in Drano, and put back.

Reportedly he has predicted that, not far from now, schoolteachers and doctors will be replaced by A.I. and I’m here to warn you, it could happen.

In fact the makings are already there. Doctors, as we older folks knew them, are vanishing. They’ve been replaced by nurse practitioners. If you want to see a family doctor, good luck. Mine went elite and required $2,000 dollars a year just to be his patient.

That did not cover anything involving treatment; it was more like an attorney’s retainer. He’s also a bit evil because the last time he saw me he had “hands,” if you get my drift. Didn’t touch private places, but the touches were definitely caresses.

Every time I go to the clinic, my nurse practitioner is different.

I suppose it doesn’t matter, my saying so, but the practice has also moved to a new building and even in the lobby downstairs, the liminal spaces are unnerving. I don’t like liminality. It’s always been scary to me, a plain, unfurnished or unoccupied place. But upstairs it’s worse.

To get from the waiting room to the treatment rooms, one must enter a long hallway. Plain color, nothing in it. No doors marked for doctors or treatment rooms.

Then, entering perpendicular to both hallways, there’s another one to cross. I looked my first time there, and at one end there sat a wheelchair. Half folded, sitting at a weird angle, and the next time I went, months later, I still had the uncanny feeling, almost a panic, and the wheelchair was in the same place at the same position.

It was kind of like the hospital in Silent Hill, the first video game, but cleaner. For all I know, they had demon children with knives stuffed in some unmarked room..

Teachers are a pain when you’re in school. Each comes with a personality that might not be to your liking.

But I still remember some of my teachers, not fondly, mind you, but I remember them.

Here’s the thing. Love or hate them, they provide things no computer or A.I. can copy. One of those things is the necessary human interaction that helps children grow and to develop socially. Without the human element, our education system will fail.

A.I. has never appealed to me; it does, in fact, frighten me.

Its use has already grown to monstrous horror. So far the results in public and consumer applications are stunning in its uselessness. But behind the doors you and I can’t open, there’s a feeling of hopelessness. It won’t go away.

When I was in school, I had serious problems from the start. Already affected profoundly with PTSD, I wonder now what I might have achieved otherwise. I was also dyslexic, but by reading at home, I was able to get by. Math terrified me. I couldn’t do it and I think that the damage and a chaotic and dangerous home life made me more able to see chaos as more true than linear math including algebra. I saw variables (x and y) as being indefinite, transient things that had no determinable value. The more the class progressed, the more convinced I became that most forms of maths were bullshit.

I just saw the world differently, and it never helped that my dyslexia also applied to numbers. I could look at a phone number, then dial something different. After misdialing the same number, people tended to be nasty.

My parents did try to get me a tutor, and I did have a few, but it was already too late. Had I gotten help from someone patient and understanding, I may have passed a few classes.

One particular time stands out though:  during the school year 1975-1976, at winter break we had a “mini-mester” and a navy officer taught algebra instead of the alcoholic, washed-up college professor we had for the two main semesters.

He had a cold and was constantly spraying Neo Synephrine up his nose, but for some reason, I understood everything he said. For the first time, I was passing algebra tests.

This told me that it could be done, and that abstract maths weren’t so out of reach for me. But it also demonstrated that one teacher who can teach properly can make a difference.

And this is our problem today; good teachers have left the profession forever because of dangerous conditions, unfair pay and burnout.

It was a mistake to let things go this far. And our education system is not going to be helped by A.I. or Apples for the students.

I agree that academic achievement begins at home with loving parents, proper nutrition and healthcare, but I’ll tell you this much: I must have learned something along the way, and I must have had some good teachers, because nine years after dropping out, I took the G.E.D. Exam and passed it, first try, all sections. Never cracked a book, either. Took the test cold.

I find it more and difficult to remember that far back, but I will never endorse replacing teachers with A.I. and no computer can replace a good doctor.

Our disconnect from the rest of humanity is already catastrophic. Do you really want to see more of it?

Because I don’t. The hardcore political and politically social division in our society will only be exacerbated by less of the human interaction of teachers and students, doctors and patients.

Humans are, typically, a social bunch; when cut off from the good and bad of interaction, we tend not to do well.

We lose focus on what’s right. We are left to learn on our own about our history and how diplomacy used to be such a powerful force in world peace.

Leaving our children to electronic babysitters was never a good practice. Had I not had the occasional friend or neighborhood playmates, I could easily have attained every single characteristic of a serial killer. Think about it; more often avoided than accepted, what if everyone had seen me the way I saw myself?

Think of the brutal abuse I was going through. Many children become bitter, angry and even more isolated because the ability to trust has become impossible.

The question then becomes more practical than philosophical. The need to address human behavior will vanish and be replaced by questions about how long people should be free or imprisoned. Whether they should live or die.

See those questions as the tip of an umbrella and ask yourself what will fall under the umbrella over the course of time. What things are likely to be condoned that are currently unthinkable?

What will AI become? It cannot exceed its programming, although it has occasionally startled experts by doing freaky things that were not foreseen. Will AI be employed as judges? Attorneys?

These are the questions we need to answer, because in all things, there’s a point of no return. Dystopian films and stories will no longer seem farfetched but a reality. And nobody will write a scary novel that equals what our children find in their everyday lives.

Go to YouTube and you’ll see AI everywhere. After seeing a video with AI narration and AI art, you ask yourself if the whole channel is run by AI. And I’ve asked myself this, but the answers, in several cases, were ones I did not want to believe. At first they seemed benign enough, but the mistakes, mispronounced words and pictures that have nothing to do with the subject, came to cause alarm in my gut.

Now, let’s say you’re in an office, working every day. You have a water-cooler and a break room with a coffee pot and vending machines. How many people are there whose names you know? How many do you ever discuss something so trivial as weather or last night’s sports scores?

That’s nothing like it once was.

The morning coffee break used to see a bunch of people enter the break room, jabbering so loudly that one could not make out individual conversations. As cost-cutting became more important, and the office workers began getting let go, you probably found that you missed that chatter or having co-workers. One day, you stand up in your cubicle and you can hear nothing. You walk around and see 3 people working where once there was a full crew of 65 persons.

Already happening people!

When humans are removed from any part of a business or school, we’ve been weakened.

And when we become weak, we begin to die.

Introducing Dr. Shannon Klingman, Pervert. Her Destination: The Twilight Zone

I’m as mad as hell, and I’m not going to take this anymore!

In my life, I’ve put up with torture. You’ve read my posts, I presume? If not then go through the archives. You’ll see what I mean.

And I’m not alone. We all have had our share of trials and trauma.  Isn’t that enough? Isn’t it too much?

Cable TV wasn’t around when I was a kid. We had the three networks, plus independent stations on UHF frequency. I saw some really cool shows, movies and specials, like Christmas themed variety and cartoon shows.

But through all those years, I also had to put up with the garbage of TV, the commercials. It wasn’t fair. Luggage, sandwich bags, Wesson oil, Gulf gas stations, ugly cars someone always sang jingles about, brassieres like the Playtex Cross Your Heart Bra (which was always fastened around a mannequin’s truncated torso, rendering an ad that was somehow nightmare inducing), PSA ads by Larry the Label, Bayer Aspirin, Joy and Palmolive ads (Madge was a sadistic liar), Ajax, and UUUGHHH!

Now I understand that if you weren’t around yet, back then I mean, none of that means anything to you. But see, the thing is, after my time with those ads, and you came around, those commercials got worse.

By then I considered myself immune to everything except the annoying breaks in a good movie. And even that wasn’t too bad. I still watched network-made movies until the early 1980s, which is pretty much when the decline of Western Civilization began. Well, actually it started in the mid-70s, but I’m not going to push it.

There were rumors — some reliable but most not so much, of tricks in commercials that used subliminal messages. A veteran character actor and Cracker Jack commercial star was doing a spacewalk in one. The mutt could never eat his Cracker Jacks and so it was with this one; he opened the box in space and forgot his visor was down and the delicious caramel popcorn floated away. Supposedly, while we’re focusing on him, his tether to the space capsule twists about in zero gravity and spells out an “S” and an “E” and an “X” and I don’t know if that’s true or not.

But that wasn’t disgusting even if it was true. By the mid-1990s, I think I pretty much knew our doom wasn’t far off. And a Cracker Jack commercial was nothing compared to Klingman. As Carrie Nation sought to empty every saloon in the country, so Shannon Klingman wants to stamp out smegma, even though I’m sure she’s an antivaxxer. Just what kind of doctor is she, anyway? Maybe she’s a twat doctor, or maybe the “Doctor” part is made up. Next we’ll see her with a hatchet, going around scraping scrote cheese into an empty wine cask. This whole world is so fucked I will probably never be shocked at anything again.

Thing is, with Madison Avenue there used to be some clean American competition. Not anymore. And it doesn’t matter.

Because here comes a reason for you to invest in a Vaultech room reservation. It’s positively sickening, disgusting and barf-making. It makes me think I’m not merely mentally ill, I’m downright insane. I can’t find the first ad she did, but here’s “Doctor” (I doubt it) Shannon Klingon–excuse me, Klingman still looking demented and horny at the same time, which can actually happen. In the first ad she’s sitting on a porch, feet bare, looking kind of seedy and dirty. She says to run your hands between your butt cheeks and along the sides of your “schnitzel sack” and then sniff your hands.

Okay, STOP.

This is not okay. It’s not. First, her eyes gleam as if she’s ready right now for a run at some poor guy’s schnitzel. As in, any guy’s schnitzel sack.

She’s referring to the male scrotum, and smegma. Hey! Don’t blame me, I would never have done this if she wasn’t Weirdo Wanda looking for guys on the street to sample her deodorant, which customers say smells worse than smegma.

In one ad she cornered a guy on the street, forcing him to listen while she did her thing. That ad I can’t find either but she was dressed like a house painter. Good grief.

Fortunately, there’s someone who made a different version of her schnitzel commercial ad, and it is oddly close to how the original ad is remembered in my exhausted brain. It’s all like a fever dream.

Shannon, you’re not a doctor. You know it. I know it. A lot of people know it. Stop talking about scrotums and smegma, stop leaning into the camera because it’s freaky and I think you’re a total Karen, and take your stinky deodorant and your bare feet and take a shower, use SOAP, and get yourself a new wardrobe. At Macy’s. You’ve fleeced enough people to be able to afford it. And stay off my damn TV!

BOYCOTT SUPER BOWL XLV– WHAT’S THAT ROMAN NUMERAL CRAP ANYWAY?

What letters are for this year’s Super Fake Bowl? I don’t know.

Don’t go and don’t watch it. Don’t bother with the big mountain of Doritos and potato chips that confronts you as soon as you get inside the door of your local chain supermarket.

Remember Orwell, “they had their beer and football” and were easily manipulated and soft and gullible.

Heck with the NFL. ALL games are rigged. Why do you care who wins when there’s really just a script to follow according to the odds out of Vegas and how many suckers have placed bets with shitty MGM? It hasn’t been real since the early 70s anyway, so why do you care who wins? Even Taylor Swift became part of the shitshow even if she’s not aware of how they’re using her (and that golf cart bit wasn’t a show?) And Randy Travis or Kelsey Grammy or whatever his name is may have made a donation to wildfire recovery, but between the two of them, do you think they even flinched?

It is not the giving Spirit that counts anymore. That only counts when you value others more than your own comfort.
Show me a celebrity whose donations hurt their purse, and who give their time and sweat to help others, and I’ll show you a real person with a real heart and a real soul.

Don’t tell me that the amount is “better than nothing” because I know that. Lots of rich people do less. I get it. But a lot of celebrities do more. They’re heroes.

I’m disappointed that this NFL season ended up ridiculously predictable. Part of me hoped for a piece of reality to show up. Philadelphia is set to be either a whipping boy for the Chiefs or an underdog winner to make people believe it’s not all fake. I Don’t care which. Betting on sports was never a good idea, but now it’s become a big joke. A joke on you. Want the sport to mean more than the WWE? Want it to be “real” again?

It’s too late for that.

Look at all the stats you want. Play fantasy football and use AI, but you’re going to lose.

It’s too late for a lot of things, but at least you can spare your bowels from beer and nachos with artificial flavoring and instead watch an old movie in glorious black and white like you’re living in a time when honesty was considered at least worthy of trying for.

The father of all lies is laughing his teeth crooked.

And you’re fine with that?

Then you don’t remember the sport the way it was. And that’s too bad.

World Travel Warning: Avoid the United States at All Costs

The damage to this country being done by the Trump administration is rapidly reaching hellish status. It is critical and almost certainly irreversible.

With many citizens’ blessings, their own civil rights and freedom are vanishing with the stroke of a pen.

Based on this alone, I must urgently advise that all tourists, business people, and ambassadors halt travel immediately to the United States of America.

The damage is ongoing and ramping up to lead this country into a third world country, with civil unrest or war likely within one year.

Your lives are worth far more than risking them by coming to or continuing to stay here. Detainment, imprisonment, or worse are all possible.

Contrary to the slogan “Make America Great Again,” the United States was never great. But we had people who tried to make it so. That’s no longer true. All who stand against the fascist regime Trump is setting up will be persecuted. As of now, federal aid, even to student loans, has been banned. Trump wants us ignorant, blind and deaf. The media can’t help; all we get are lies and filler for commercial ads. Soon, independent news will be blacked out.

People will starve or die of illnesses that can be treated. Medicare and medical research are in danger or stopped already. Food inspection processes are forbidden.

It is not known whether states will resist and what effect, if any, such things will have.

Use your reason and have caution; save yourselves and avoid the United States.

We Can’t Forget

This week’s Legacy video hurt. We have lost people whose lives have touched us in profound ways, folks whose kind will never pass this way again.

Bob Newhart, in addition to being the king of deadpan comedy, was also a U.S. Army war veteran who served during the Korean War (1950-1953). Every veteran we lose hurts us in ways most people can never understand.

We lost Shannen Doherty, an actress I rarely saw, but who I had read negative things about. Things like she was childish and demanding. People who say such things often end up having those very things said about them. Her passing reminds me of the importance of kindness in speech and deed, even if we feel that someone is unworthy of it. Maybe that’s when kindness counts the most, like Jesus said. I thought she was pretty and a good actress. What more did I need to know? Pray for family and friends who have loved and lost, for you may one day know their pain.

Richard Simmons may have stirred discomfort in people, but that’s nothing compared to the lives he inspired and, in turn, saved. He made ordinary people believe that they could overcome what had seemed impossible, and that is a legacy we should all want for ourselves.

When we lose friends and family, we are devastated. When we lose our heroes, icons of culture, and those we admire from a distance, part of us goes with them.

This is a prayer for all who mourn the loss of heroes, cultural icons, and those who inspired us and kept us going through tough times with laughter, the spectacle of sports competition, and wanted us all to be better than we thought we could be. May God comfort those who have lost those so dear, and may He welcome the new souls to Heaven, give them rest and peace.

Amen.

Stephen King, Master Truth-teller

On X, the author remarked the type of rifle used to shoot Trump’s tiny ear was a variant of the AR-15, the weapon of choice used for mass shootings. The one the Republicans have worked so hard to keep legal. He’s taken a lot of heat, but that’s to be expected when Republicans are faced with the truth. Any truth.

Mr. King has already established his credibility as a patriot. Don’t hate those who tell the truth. Don’t hate the truth, and you can be as free as the wind.

The Nightmares and the News

Yes, I went back to bed early this morning. The nightmares were worse. Helplessly watching my son self-destruct from an addiction he couldn’t shake. Sexual monsters with impossible bodies came and tormented me. At first, there was a pretty woman. It was HER again, and she brought help. This time, she had lots of backup. Night demons. They do love their work.

I should have prayed before turning in again. But my writing had calmed me. I hit the wall. They tortured me until dawn.

While these nightmares are the product of disturbed sleep and my failure to pray on it, we should, if we care, all be having bad dreams.

Look at the news.

There are heatwaves too hot and too early this year.

We have even seen the first earliest category five Atlantic hurricane in recorded history.

The storm has left about one million people in Texas without power. Studies prove that utility companies make low income neighborhoods their lowest priority. I pray you’re safe from the elements, at least.

Donald Trump is backed by the Supreme Court which will protect him from prosecution as well as allow him protection for the spoils system, which facilitates his burning desire to hire anyone who he wants to as president, including criminals and incompetents (I thought he already did that).

He was fired upon by a Sniper who certainly was not military trained. If that were so, he would have been head-shot instead of ear-grazed.

The look on his face…

I wish violence on no man, but he can hardly evoke sympathy from me. I fear that this is an indication of a lack of humanity on my part, but that look…

He’s not in shock. The picture, a second in time digitally preserved, shows so clearly that he is aware. And that he is full of hate… and rage.

The man is now twice the threat to this country than ever. Because someone made him an almost-martyr. One other person was killed. Two more, critically injured. The shooter was executed by the secret service. Nothing was learned. Now, nothing can be. It would have been senseless anyway, but now that’s cemented in place.

If that’s not enough, there’s the subject of money.

Your groceries and goods are being raised in price outrageously because Houthi rebels are still blocking access to the Suez Canal by firing on ships. This causes vessels to go farther by way of the Cape, and that’s costly. I have seen one item triple in price in three weeks. Don’t blame that on Biden. What’s he supposed to do, nuke Sub-Saharan regions or the Middle East?

Microplastics have been confirmed for the third time on the bottom of the deepest oceans, on top of mountain ranges like the Andes and peaks like Everest.

They’re in our drinking water and in our food. In our blood and in our organs.

The News will beat you right into the ground. Corporate news insists on beating you down. They’ll use any and every trick against you. They’re brainwashing you. Have been for years. The corporate bosses and their bosses don’t want you to think for yourself. They don’t want you to learn. Schools just turn out uneducated dolts to be yes men and women, the workforce for the corporate greedy.

Nothing is safe. Nothing is real, and everything is allowed. Nothing is sacred. But don’t worry: soon, so many things we call freedom and rights will be taken from us.

What will you dream about tonight? What’s been on your mind? Is it the current news or that old stuff? You know, the things people like you and me never forget?

I will pray for protection in my sleep tonight. It works. Maybe you should try it. It sure would be nice to start out your week by arriving at work fully rested, wouldn’t it?

I think so. Goodnight, and may the Lord send you guardians to watch over you this night and every night. Have a safe week. I don’t need to know who you are; I love you, so please visit me again.

Wars and Rumors of Wars: an essay

Welcome.

If you’re like me, then sometimes you forget about things when they seem to vanish from the media. And maybe, like I do, you limit your exposure to the “news” anyway, trying not to find myself waist deep in the big muddy. I know that’s too deep for me. Step once more, and I can find myself way over my head with my ruck, my M-16, and steel pot, weighing me down and making sure I stay there.

So, like me, did you think ransomware had magically vanished?

The Guardian is reporting that in a speech at Vanderbilt University, FBI Chief Christopher Wray stated that a group of hackers associated with the Chinese government had been using botnets to overpower critical United States infrastructure and have compromised key systems. These include municipal water systems, power, and more.

This is nothing short of terrifying to me, but at the same time, it’s not at all shocking.

I’ve warned in writing since 2008 that China bore scrutiny, and in international politics, that’s a significant warning. Few seemed to notice. Now, here we are: systems compromised to the point that our infrastructure is a victim of what amounts to ransomeware. The thing being “ransomed?” Taiwan. They don’t want us interfering in their long-time determination to take Taiwan as their own.

What’s really happening: China has finally come right out and declared war on the United States. This war needs no bombs, no ICBMs, no aircraft, no navy, and zero infantry. This is well-planned and ready for execution, and the Chinese government claims no affiliation with Volt Typhoon, the hacking campaign. The government has deniability but doesn’t care if nobody believes that the hackers are operating on their own. That’s just words, but in underhanded politics and war, the words matter. How many humanitarian groups do you think will align themselves with the Chinese government to “prevent hostilities?” Oh, they’ll figure it out when all of New York City has all of its power turned off, and nobody in Los Angeles can draw tap water, and DC has every access to the internet gobbled up. And worse. Everyone’s forgotten about Flint, Michigan, so conveniently because the media reported that at that time, even worse water quality was on tap in multiple cities in various states. That story went away, too, and nobody cares. Or remembers. Watching Fox News is proof that people want to believe lies. Or spoon-fed like babies fresh off the teat. That they want to be brainwashed and not have to think for themselves.

I’m wary of all press releases no matter their source, but unfortunately, this one I have to believe. I knew a long time ago that China had been planning something dreadful. When Xi was “elected” dictator, I knew trouble wasn’t far off. Unlike other wars, this one is capitalizing on our lax trade restrictions with China. They make more microchips than we do. And the country making the most chips? Taiwan.

Taiwan is the leader

South Korea runs second

China is third

The United States is fourth in microchip production.

You thought we had the top position, didn’t you?

So did I. The subject doesn’t come up in many headlines. It’s not our fault. Blame a government so divided that legislation and enforcement are impossible.

When Trump was president, all we ever heard was how great he was and how unfair the “fake news media” was.

He wasn’t wrong, but he surely did twist it.

His administration marked a strange turning point in news reporting. Most “news” channels don’t even report the news. They have chained together shows hosted by opinion peddlers who try to, and usually do, influence the way we interpret the news. Based on our beliefs and emotions, we end up divided. We can’t even agree on the fact that breakfast cereals are basically poison. And that’s without dudes on the production line urinating in your Corn Flakes . Think that’s old, do ya, think it happened only one time? That fool took a video of himself doing it. Imagine how many do it without the visual creds. And I’m sorry I researched this one. Google did that thing where it shows possible ways your query could finish up, based on previous searches by millions of users. One possibility was “how does a man pee,” and I don’t know about you, but the fact that anyone searched this is scary.

But getting back to it, China is our biggest threat ever. The apps, like Tick Tock, are things I urge you to get rid of and never look back. The data, all of it, is downloaded to the owner in China, which, by the way, also infiltrated our servers. Don’t be deceived; if a Chinese company has your info, then the Chinese government has it. The least that happens is that they see the absolute worst of us and know we’re a nation of idiots; they have the proof. But millions of computers get compromised by this and other means. That 2,000 dollar gaming PC you own isn’t really owned by you but is part of a botnet their government is using right now, going to dedicated targets in over twenty pipelines. You can be owned and never know it. Games, even if they’re single-player games, still have to be played online. That’s a perfect storm. Once compromised, it’s nothing more than a bot. Not only can it be used that way, but also to get your personal information. Transactions, search history, habits, and those ridiculously awful videos you post showing your new jailhouse tattoo between your breasts right before you twerk, because twerking. An enemy that first does all the intelligence collecting is the mightiest of all, one to be feared. And we let them do it.

Capitalizing on teens and young adults who are reckless and have no shame, they’re in for keeps. We can’t stop the coming attacks. This is a war we will surely lose without immediate and drastic intervention by our government.

The problem is that people will scream that their rights are being violated and cause a real mess. When the Patriot Act was put in place,  few people realized that it was for the good of us all. We still have no idea how many terrorist attacks were prevented because of the act; that information is a part of our national security. For safety, we had to give some things up. After the Twin Towers fell, we agreed to it. Now, people shout about its evil nature. Now, we’re in this place of susceptibility to a tech war. It may not be one fought with bombs, but people will die. Imagine power in hospitals being cut off. Life support for premature newborn babies won’t work. A shooting victim can’t be saved by surgery. The freezers in the morgue stop. Vaccines and blood will go bad. No lights. The backup generator runs out of fuel because gas pumps are without power. Trucks can’t deliver oxygen. In 24 hours, every hospital in any large city is forced to send bodies to the basement where the stench only gets worse.

Traffic lights remain inoperable. Traffic accidents and backups get worse. Then they run low on battery power or fuel. The city shuts down.

One may think, come on, let China just have Taiwan, but do you really think that it would end there? If you do, you’re wrong. Give in to terrorists, let them know that you can be broken, and you guarantee that worse will follow.

Meanwhile…

The war in Gaza has not let up no matter how many civilians are killed; the war between Israel and Iran is being downplayed, which is concerning, and our response is tepid. President Biden condemned the Iranian attack on Israel, but it seems certain that this will embolden Israel to continue its war against Gaza. There can be no winners in these conflicts, which can easily escalate into World War Three.

Ukraine is weakened, and the Russians are gaining ground. If Ukraine continues to get no relief and supplies, then Russia will win within just months.

It’s not looking good.

The words of Jesus come back to me: There will be wars and rumors of wars...

Now is a good time to kneel and pray.

And get rid of Chinese apps.

Remember, you didn’t care. You were warned. We all were. But you and everyone else wanted your fifteen minutes of fame. Nothing could stand in your way; you had to show off your butt implants, piercings, or try to impress that girl in trig class by doing something that should have killed you but didn’t, and you wanted to make her laugh. News flash, it didn’t work. She didn’t laugh, she cringed, and now she’s so aloof that she might as well be in Australia. And you can’t get there from here. Oh, sure, the girls giggle by their lockers when you walk by, but it’s not in appreciation. Nope. You screwed up. So you immediately delete the video but it’s too late, and hundreds of people you don’t even know have downloaded copies. It’s like that topless selfie that Wendy Anderson sent to her boyfriend two years ago. He shared it with his best bud, who pushed “send all” and it can’t be deleted. It might even be on a porn site or two, and Ms. Anderson found out the hard way that whatever is done, is done. Forever.

The Anderson family had to move away after that. But in no town was Wendy safe. Someone found it. She had filled out, but there was no doubting that it was her in that picture. Old men propositioned her and she tried to complain. She found the photo on a porn site. Her parents successfully sued. But they found out that money can’t erase anything on the internet. Their daughter is in therapy and even occasionally hospitalized for suicidal thoughts. She’s on medication for life because PTSD of that level of severity doesn’t just go away. Like that one photograph, it is forever. How many lives have been ruined in this way?

You can look, but you can never know because of confidentiality laws. Teen suicide is a huge problem, and this type of thing adds to it. On Tick Tock, kids do the dumbest things I’ve ever seen. Engaging in drama is the least of it. I thought I was stupid growing up (I was; nobody is immune), but spur of the moment or impulsive acts on video are the very height of recklessness. How many times have you seen a report on a celebrity posting hateful things on X (Twitter) that they say is now deleted? Too late, dude. Half the country took screenshots and shared them with the other half of the country. Now, you can apologize until your fingers fall off, but who will believe you?

That is, unless your name is Taylor Swift, then everyone will believe it’s a deepfake. But you, nobody will forget. And words cut deep. They are every bit as destructive as mortars. Maybe worse. We’ll know when China makes the overtures in their tech war. Imagine how easily they can put deep hatred using social media between man and wife, best friends, or two countries.

REVENGE STORIES

One thing I had randomly pop onto my YouTube feed was what’s known as a revenge story.

I’m not sure whether the authors are all one woman-hating man or otherwise, but the stories are all narrated by AI voices.

They all involve a husband who gets the suspicion that his wife is cheating on him. Sometimes, the man has long suffered from the signs he’s sure are what he thinks they are. Sometimes, the husband is actually tipped off by a friend, a co-worker, or a family member. Sometimes, he finds blatantly careless clues. But every story has the common theme, and it goes like this: the husband converts their joint account into his own, sends them to “offshore” accounts, puts the house up for sale, gets the best divorce lawyer in town, a private detective gathers evidence, he secures sole custody of the kids or finds out they’re not his, and gets alimony and child support from the now-destitute wife, whose lover leaves her all alone. Sometimes the husband immediately stays in a hotel or apartment, sometimes he moves to the guest room, leaving her desperate to ease her suspicions that he knows and have “closeness” (sex) with him to show her undying fidelity and love. When it fails, she’s scared until the moment she’s served with divorce papers. Then, she tumbles into depression and begins to lose weight.

Some of these stories come from reddit and inspire dozens of copycat videos. The point is that men who read this rubbish tend to become paranoid, and that gains him a division between him and his wife, who gets tired of him sneaking around and trying to catch her. Marriage over.

Without trust, we cannot have meaningful relationships. It’s that simple.

Granted, marriage isn’t easy. And the wrong couple won’t last. And spouses do cheat on their partner. It happens. And it always has, but in this porn-filled, social media-dependant world, it seems more and more prevalent to me. Our society is full of people encouraging others to “experience life” and then watch their advice lead to ruin. Now, with all of this going on and texting or messaging letting people easily be tempted and then plan acts of fornication and adultery, don’t you think that a cyber-enemy can use all that? Of course they will. The reddit stories are one way. Ruin the family unit, one at a time, and you weaken the whole. Deepfakes are big in porn, and celebrities like Blake Lively are big on the list. I remember reading that the invincible Taylor Swift had some of her Deepfakes removed, but for every single one she found out about, there are infinitely more.

Imagine seeing your wife in one. Finally, we have to question what is real and what is not. Conspiracy theories abound as to our reality not being real at all, but a version of a “Matrix-like” simulation. They even link the Mandela Effect with “glitches in the Matrix.” Okay, now we’re really losing it.

But the time is coming when China and perhaps other countries will wage war with all of this. Personal information, images, rumors, and more. It will be the opening shots fired in true war, softening our resolve and even our cognitive thinking before emptying Wall Street, shutting down military defense, and leaving us unable to do anything about it. Get your minds out of the gutter, out of conspiracy theories about matrices (not having to do with advanced mathematics but conspiracies) and goofy YouTube videos. Wake up. Pray that God will grant you the awareness of what’s really happening.

The war that I believe I see looming will be worse than anything we have ever seen. Jesus said it would be like the days of Noah. People will be eating, drinking, and marrying or giving in marriage. They won’t care. While millions starve to death, including wee babies, the rich and powerful are turning away. This is the path to war. This is a time of social and economic upheaval, the like of which this world has never seen. Are you ready? Really ready? Because as far back as Joel, there’s a prophecy about the moon turning red:

“The sun shall be turned to darkness, and the moon to blood, before the great and awesome day of the Lord comes.”

Interestingly, rust has been discovered on the moon. It’s spreading. On a body with no atmosphere, I don’t think I can explain it. Feel free to follow this fascinating phenomenon at your convenience. Who would ever guess that rust would form on the moon, visible and verified? It may not mean much. I don’t pretend to know. But what if it does?

Isiah chapter one:

The vision of Isaiah the son of Amoz, which he saw concerning Judah and Jerusalem in the days of Uzziah, Jotham, Ahaz, and Hezekiah, kings of Judah. Hear, O heavens, and give ear, O earth; for the Lord has spoken: “Children have I reared and brought up, but they have rebelled against me. The ox knows its owner, and the donkey its master’s crib, but Israel does not know, my people do not understand.” Ah, sinful nation, a people laden with iniquity, offspring of evildoers, children who deal corruptly! They have forsaken the Lord, they have despised the Holy One of Israel, they are utterly estranged. Why will you still be struck down? Why will you continue to rebel? The whole head is sick, and the whole heart faint. …

“The whole head is sick.”

That’s for certain. Porn, internet intrigue, slander, drug abuse, alcohol and tobacco… we’re all sick. But we are convinced that we are right. Festivals and rituals praising Satan are sickening to me. There’s nudity and sexual sin, paraded for all to see. Witches claim religious rights and attract many to their evil cult. We’re sick, alright, and the prophecy may have been about the Jews,but all of humanity is stricken. All truth is decried as lies, all manner of evil permitted. Human traffickers operate with no fear. And the United States is a prime target, already soft, already weakened by false preaching, or apostasy, turning people away from God instead of toward him. When will we learn?

Probably not until it is too late. The prophet Daniel wrote that near the end, people will go to and fro, seeking knowledge, and knowledge will increase. Well, you don’t need a library anymore; you have the internet. Search any subject. It’s there. Want to know the order of battle for Midway? You got it. A close recipe for KFC? Done.

The times of the last days are coming but not yet. Besides, nobody knows that. When Jesus told his Apostles that there would be wars and rumors of wars, and earthquakes in various places, he added that of the hour of the end, he himself didn’t know, but only God did. That means we’re to live the best we can and not obsess over it. But though I don’t obsess, I also see the storm clouds in the distance. Look at what we’ve done to ourselves. Soon, those towering clouds will get closer, and violent lightning will be seen. That’s as close as I ever want to get.

Cyber-warfare is here. And from here, it only gets worse. Now is the time to feel regret for those selfies and stupid Tick Tock videos. Repent of all you’ve done by first seeing how wrong you’ve been. Regret those things, hate them for what they can do to your soul after your body is finished, when God will have his own say. Fear God, who can send you to eternal anguish and pain. Only then can you truly help others.

Only then can your mind be made well again.

Goodnight, and God bless.

The Cursed Novel Strikes Again

A while back, I wrote about the novel I’ve written. That post is titled “The Cursed Novel.”

It does not have an ending, but now I know it needs one, and I finally know how to do it.

You see, I painted myself into a corner. I couldn’t figure out what to do next. Any ending I tried turned out to be uneven or silly. After taking the reader for a great ride, I couldn’t publish it with a lame ending. So, since 2013, it’s been unfinished.

I’ve had several test readers. All of them seemed to like it. Then bad things began to happen to them. Lost jobs, accidents, the deaths of close friends, money losses. You name it.

But I have more bad news. The story revolves around the main characters who try to help people, and the whole time, disasters keep happening. One such disaster was the collapse of the Francis Scott Key Bridge. Yes, I wrote that. And that was back in 2010. I never dreamed of it really happening, but now it has.

I was planning on publishing it on Amazon, but now, I think that to stop the things I wrote from happening, I should end the book and then destroy it.

I remember when the Francis Scott Key Bridge didn’t exist. I remember when it was being built. I remember being one of the first to cross it.

The bridge was dangerous. The winds in the outer harbor were especially fierce, and no trucker with an empty trailer was allowed to cross when wind warnings were posted. I once pulled a 48-foot trailer loaded with pallets across, and what had seemed like nothing in a car surprised me. It had a steep enough climb that I had to gear down and turn on my hazard lights.

In the summers, the salt water smell made me wish I was going to Ocean City.

On the center span, you bounced. Bridges have to flex to stay up to accommodate the crosswinds and heavy traffic. I never did get used to that, and from 1998 to 2001, I crossed it every day on my commute. It was weird that so many freaky things happened on the bridge: ice flying off a rig’s roof and smashing out my headlights, changing lanes without meaning to during a tropical storm, and more.

And I scripted its demise. Some things in my book have come true, and that doesn’t seem possible because the whole thing is fantasy.

I really think, even as I know better, that once I close out the novel, I should burn it.

The Francis Scott Key Bridge is No More

The following is from Wikipedia:

The main spans of the bridge were destroyed on March 26, 2024, when the container ship MV Dali crashed into one of its support pillars.[7]

That was a fast update.

It doesn’t reflect, though, the hardships ahead for the families of 6 missing men who were working on the span patching potholes caused by winter weather. Nor does it say anything about the traffic disaster that the closing of this main artery of I-695, the “beltway” around Baltimore City, is causing. Traffic will be so severely affected that it is impossible to fathom.

This says nothing, either, about the shutdown of the critical marine terminals and massive amounts of cargo they handle. Once the wreckage has been cleared, ships will again be free to enter the port, but the bridge was a steel arch type that will be challenging to clear from the channel. Parts of the structure remain above water but end underwater: one end in, and one end out of the main channel. It is a shocking sight.

There’s little here to point to as blame. The container ship lost power and did issue a mayday call, enabling the county and toll facilities police to close all approaching highway traffic. Lives were undoubtedly saved in this way.

The search continues for the 6 missing workers by the US Coast Guard, a zone of no entry by marine craft or aircraft has been established, the governor and Transportation Secretary Buttigieg, Senator Ben Cardin and President Biden have been working on this situation since it happened at around 01:30 this morning. It is a serious matter, and they are fully aware and dedicated to their work.

From Guardian News on YouTube, here is the moment of impact and collapse. Both are within seconds of each other, and I warn you, the video may cause you shock and distress.

Credit: Guardian News, an organization I implicitly trust.

Please pray for the families and the missing, and for the men and women who will be tasked with solving this daunting challenge.

This Correction Doesn’t Mean Anything To Me. The WWE Is Still A Full Septic Tank, Overflowing In The Summer Sun.

I’ve seen so many takes on the ongoing-but really just getting started-soap opera of Vince McMahon that I have to make a correction: apparently McMahon lived in the same building as Janel Grant’s parents. That goes completely off the rails from earlier reports of a house they lived in. It means that Janel was not unknown to McMahon at all, and the story of someone in the WWE telling him her story of loss didn’t happen. That would blow my theory of his grooming her as some vulnerable waif prime for exploitation out of the water.

But isn’t it strange that nobody making money off Patreon-fueled videos or websites for “entertainment news” has ever been in such a situation? More importantly, they have never been groomed by a cult leader before and certainly never made it to the status of cult member?

These people may mean well. But they’re making mistakes and actually could affect public opinion against Grant, which is already showing signs of being fanned. That’s bad. In a civil trial by jury against WWE/TKO, she would have some support in the court of public opinion, which by no means is a small thing.

Then, too, there’s the problem of a federal criminal investigation, which can halt the entire process as it must take precedence. This is a snowball rolling down a mountain, like an old cartoon.

At the core right now is a series of texts between Grant and McMahon. Hers reportedly showed lurid, long, and then graphic garbage alleged to have been sent by him to her, texts she responded to with equal amounts of astoundingly graphic content. She’s already being judged for it, too. Kevin Nash is defending McMahon and said that he had never known Vince to write like that. Well, Kevin, I’m sure glad for your two cents’ worth, and fuck you very much. You apparently came from a time before texting and were slow to get into it. Also apparent is that you’re not a woman and not an object of his lust and preferences. You know what I think, Kev? I think you’re being paid. That’s going to come back on you. It will. You should go back home and play video games.

I’m not going to attack or accuse Janel Grant of anything. It looks very much like the WWF and WWE under Vince McMahon was a bona-fide cult. Grant was given a job. One that could keep her off the streets. In exchange, she was unaware but still conditioned to be dependent. It’s the most common element of all cults: dependency and the unreasonable fear of being abandoned and ending up on the streets. All cults use it. Among mental illnesses, there are doctors who deem themselves gods and who want personality disorders removed from the “Bible of mental disorders.” But that’s because of two things: insurance companies, and learned behavior and how difficult it is to treat. For many, like myself, treatment has lasted decades, and I’m still dreadfully affected. Some things… just don’t go gently into that dark night. Some hurts never heal. Some things can’t be fixed.

With me, 20 years of being told I was nothing without him, that I would die on the streets without him, made me believe that I was stupid, and my father had me. I was nothing without him. And every time I got away from him, I failed. I had to go back.

Being back under his control but getting a steady paycheck, I’d follow his every command. It was normal to work 18-20 hour days. It was normal to have to do too much, and a lot of it was stuff nobody else would do. All because I was scared of being on my own. Scared of dying out there on the streets, a fate he’d been predicting since I was too young to consider that he was using abandonment as a threat, which to a kid means simply, death. They don’t understand death. But they know they’ll be alone, cold, hungry. Hated by their own family.

I submit that his reinforcement with religion further terrified both myself and siblings, rendering all of us fucked up. We’re largely estranged now, but I’ll still jump at the chance to see my nephews and nieces, two brothers, and one sister, all of whom I adore. The rest are not my enemies, though I’ve maligned them horribly in the past. I do love them, but a reunion with them is out of the question. Neither they nor I wish it. But after time, I just can’t hate anymore.

I further posit that men and women who have never been in Ms. Grant’s shoes don’t know what it’s like to be that victimized, dependent, and brainwashed. Therefore, they cannot presume to judge her. As an example, I’m going to use a few simple lines from the classic film “The Caine Mutiny,” starring Humphrey Bogart, Van Heflin, Fred McMurray and José Ferrer.

In other words, those who talk but don’t know should shut up.

This will play out however circumstances allow, and we can’t see that now. I’ve never been to a wrestling show, and I’ve never spoken with Vince McMahon. I have, however, been in very close proximity to him. I can only sense good folks by failing to sense extreme anger, jealousy, hatred, and other negative things. I knew who he was the second our eyes made contact. I also felt a steady sense of danger and shocking evil in the man, and his stare was withering. I know what he is because I grew up with a father just like him. I could sense his evil because I’d had to learn to do so while surviving every day with a violent, sociopathic man who was more concerned with power and image than he was for the normal growth and development of his own children. They were so much alike that it froze me. I can never forget it.

To prove just how concerned with image McMahon was, when Ashley returned from the WWE visit to the troops overseas and reported that she had been raped and sodomized, he told her it wouldn’t be good for the WWE if word of the incident were made public. He said to her, “Let’s not let one bad experience ruin the good that we’re doing,” and added that it would damage the relationship between the WWE and the US military.

One bad experience?

REALLY?

“One bad experience” is what he actually called it and this proves that he is a sociopath with no capacity for sympathy, no ability to act on right and wrong, even if he knew the difference. And Asley eventually took her own life. Neither McMahon nor the WWE’s board ever offered her counseling or any other kind of crisis intervention. They never do that. Wrestlers are private contractors who are ineligible for any healthcare benefits. Ashley was no different. Other ex-female “contractors” or, if you will, “Divas,” are already coming back from retirement to haunt McMahon. As well they should. Sometimes, it takes that one person to get up the courage to confront and square off against a monster before others also come forth, overcoming their fears to fight the beast. I don’t think they’re all about money, either, although Vince is definitely going to offer cash settlement monies to all of them. I think they want his hide.

Let’s let the facts be revealed in time and not do the victim shaming crap like Kevin Nash and others. That’s too easy and quite often wrong.

I trust victims. If they’re proved to be liars, that’s one thing. But that hasn’t happened yet. Give them all the benefit of the doubt. It’s the right thing to do. Because we all know that this world is ruled by men and they have a record of causing great harm to women.

One more item before I go. Stephanie McMahon has some kind of highly questionable relationship with her father, and she’s twisted. The question is, how much did The Rock know, and how deep did he get in the shit? His sudden move to the board of TKO is just too bizarre. It’s ill-timed and shows lack of vision. He’s made questionable decisions before and starred in some really bad movies, but he had it made. This, this is suspicious. I think he should bail. If he doesn’t, he’s there for damage control. Bad move, Rock. Bad move.

That’s Entertainment? The Ugly Side of Sports Entertainment: Profesional Wrestling

Warning: What follows is the most shitty and disgusting story I’ve seen in recent years, and it didn’t even shock me. I’ll be pulling absolutely zero punches, so be warned now that sexual assault, rape, trafficking for sex, child sex abuse, and more will be in my discussion. If you think you can’t handle it, please be gentle to yourself and leave now.

If you have stayed after my warning, and you have read it, and if a tag brought you here, or if you’re curious about my continuing attack on our current state of “entertainment,” then hang on to your stomachs. We’re going on a trip to visit Vincent McMahon, who’s on his way to Hell.

I’m not getting into the long history of American (not Olympic) wrestling. Wikipedia should give adequate information to start your research for your own journey into Hell. Or beyond.

I watched it at various times. In the early 60s, on black and white television, with the likes of Cowboy Bill Watts and other oldies.

In the early 70s, I watched Chief Jay Strongbow and Andre the Giant, the Grand Wizard, a manager and a heel, and a lot of other guys I can’t remember. Then I left it alone. Back then, Vince McMahon was no more than a skinny, ugly announcer. But he was determined to convince his father that he was a worthy son to take over the family business. And he did. Or so they say.

1999-2001

My son wanted a video game for Christmas in 1999: “WCW Mayhem” for the original Playstation. I got that and a skating game for him. When he and I couldn’t talk or find common ground, gaming filled the gap between us. I soon bought my own Playstation and was bitten by the wrestling bug. When he visited, we could create ridiculous wrestlers and step into the squared circle together. We had fun. I’m grateful for those memories. Some of the happiest I have.

While alone on Mondays, I watched wrestling, switching cable channels between WCW Monday Nitro and WWF Raw. I was truly lucky, seeing both at their best. WCW was suffering from a lack of a storyline, but Tank Abbott was brought in with a real contract and maybe the promise to fight Goldberg, who, at the time, was out with injuries. Tank had to go through the roster to get to Goldberg. I swear I saw him take on Screamin’ Norman Smiley, plus the incredibly stupid “Demon”, but I can’t find  a record of either one. The Demon was inspired by the incredibly stupid band KISS. One fight card indicates Abbott fought Vampiro, who might have been the Demon character I’m thinking about. Somewhere along the way, Jeff Jarrett played the fans by resurrecting the nWo and called the entire arena audience a bunch of “slapnuts” which a heel, of course, was supposed to do: rile up the fans and keep them watching. I hated him, but in fact, I think he’s a square guy, a good man.

I find it troubling: I remember Tank Abbott clearly. But not the matches he had. He also was hardly undefeated, and his famed “Knockout Punch,” his finishing move, doesn’t seem to be as effective as I recall. He also continued with WCW well past the point where I stopped watching.

The gimmick over, I began losing interest in WCW. I wasn’t alone. They weren’t even selling out matches. Terry Funk was always worth watching, and at a stable, in a hardcore match, got kicked by a horse. Before the commercial, Funk could be heard saying, “Fuck!”

While I had been aware for years that it was all a show, because I wasn’t as stupid as John Stossel, I also knew that enough of wrestling was real enough that those people in the ring really were hurting each other. Mostly by accident because they’re basically athletes and stunt performers at the same time, but oftentimes on purpose because of perceived real hits by opponents. Accidents happen in and out of the ring, and wrestlers do go off-script behind the scenes. On camera, of course, but backstage, too.

Kane, the Rock, Undertaker, and Cactus Jack were my favorites, but close behind were the Dudley Boyz, Too Cool (Grand Master Sexay and Scotty Too Hottie), and Kurt Angle.

Who was responsible for all of this soap opera wrestling goodness? Vincent McMahon. He had pooled some of the best talent in writing, stage sets, makeup, and announcers.

At the time, I wasn’t aware that there was also dirty fighting between WCW and WWF. A WCW wrestler named “Montana” wore a black Stetson and made fun of WWF announcer Jim Ross, whose former ring appearances had him “from Montana.”

Having been stricken by a form of palsy, Ross (J.R.) sometimes had speech and facial muscle problems, and it was this that Montana made fun of. The fans didn’t like it. But vindictivness was the primer of the downfall of the WCW. Vince McMahon was the hammer. His WWE bought out the floundering WCW, resulting in a surplus of talent that had to be trimmed. A trimming job for Vince would be to you and I more like something you’d see in a slaughterhouse than a butcher’s shop. You could see it in his face: anger and severe punishment were in his eyes at the same time.

I also did not know about the horrible death of Owen Hart, who had fallen approximately 75 feet from a harness as he was being lowered from the rafters. That fall onto any surface not intended for stunt use, like a deflating air bag, is hardly survivable. In this instance, he landed on the top rope, near enough to a turnbuckle as to make the rope even more unforgiving. It severed his aorta, which closed the deal on his death sentence. It happened at a live pay per view event, but no one at home saw it. Jim Ross was so shocked that he had trouble telling the viewers that Hart was in real trouble and that this was no attempt at drama.

With Hart’s blood still on the ring’s  mat, McMahon decided that the show was to go on. This was a clue that McMahon was a greedy and cold-hearted son of a bitch, but also, even as I heard this story, I was unaware of what took place in 1992. And that was sickening to beat all hell.

That story went that Rita, a female referee with WWF, had been raped by McMahon. She appeared on the Geraldo Rivera show, and at some point, she sued.

Then another scandal reared up, this involving a juvenile and a member of the WWF. In a 1992 interview on Larry King Live, even Bruno Sammartino, who I’d also watched as a kid, accused Vince of knowing about dirty shit and lying his ass off.

By 2022-2023, Vince and the now-WWE (the World Wildlife Federation sued to make McMahon change his organization to exclude “WWF” so it became “WWE” for World Wrestling Entertainment in 2002.) reported that the case had been settled out of court. Rita Chatterton would now shut up. Funny, how money makes ugly things vanish, huh? But Rita only settled to avoid further litigation costs, so she wasn’t exactly happy. In her first match as referee, McMahon had actually told the two women wrestlers to break her legs. Fortunately they agreed not to follow his command.

The Recent Scandals

Jake the Snake Roberts, a former wrestler, says that the latest revelations about McMahon are “disgusting” and I have to believe that he had heard at least rumors, as now, it has become public knowledge that in 2005, Christie Hemme vanished from WWE. I was no longer watching, so I never even saw her. The figure of 7.5 million has been tossed around. What was rumored was that the creative team couldn’t find anything for her to do, so she was sent for training. Triple H, Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley’s husband, would be traveling there, too. Stephanie didn’t like Christie’s enthusiasm over being around her husband. So she told Daddy (Vince McMahon), and he canceled Hemme’s contract after a week.

Although no one can confirm Stephanie’s involvement or that Triple H was even traveling anywhere at the time, one thing is very clear: Hemme is the former wrestler who got yet another taste of McMahon (literally) and refused to go any further. In fact, it isn’t clear if she ever got that far because not too long ago, she clarified the reason for her inexplicable departure. Because she said she had morals, even asking her father’s permission before appearing in Playboy, which Vince had asked her to do. But when asked to do more, she refused, knowing that the non-negotiable refusal meant that she would lose her job. She may have been cheered by being sent to train. Maybe it gave her some sense of hope. But it wasn’t to be. Vince McMahon was, as we now know, intolerant of any resistance to his commands.

In January of this year, one of many headlines:

“Leading up to the 2024 edition of the Royal Rumble, McMahon found himself involved in yet another case. An ex-company employee, Janel Grant, accused McMahon and former executives of sexual assault and filed a federal lawsuit.”

Janel Grant was in a bad place. Her parents had died. Their house would be taken from her. Someone intervened. He told McMahon about her, and Vince’s face lit up. You know why? I do. Because there’s no better target for sexual abuse, or just plain taking control of, than someone in a bad place. Eager to get work. Soft. Pliable. Someone who would be indebted to you. By this time, McMahon had it down to science. He knew what to do. He carried out each step like the piece of shit he was. Before he knew it, he got a blow job. Then more. He pimped her out, engaging in threesomes with himself, her, and certain other wrestlers. Including Brock Lesner, who is being cut out of his future projects. She was reduced to a fucking sex worker. McMahon even, in one such session, shit on her face as another piece of garbage fucked her, failing to be sickened in the slightest by the vile act.

Let’s be clear: these are sick motherfuckers. Okay? Just so we’re clear on this: more than one wrestler or other WWE employee or contractor (wrestlers, so the company doesn’t have to offer insurance) had forced sex with Ms. Grant. That’s alone, or with others. She was abused in every possible way. Every possible way.

I’m sorry for her beyond any means of or ability to describe. And that’s only the latest known victim. Grant had signed an NDE, which, in the case of violent felonies, federal crimes like sex trafficking and… defecating on one’s face is not legally binding. We know why she would settle for payment. A true victim is fucked up. They want it over. They want closure and a way out. But money can never make things right, or take away the low self-esteem a victim has because they feel guilt or end the relentless nightmares, flashbacks, and everything else that comes with PTSD. To hush her up, the NDA was made, but Vince never paid the second payment,  another illustration of how absent of respect he is toward women. It’s like saying to her, “You’re nothing without me. I don’t pay ‘nothings’.”

So, as happens far too seldom, Grant became resolved. If that’s how it was going to be, fine. The NDA wasn’t even a thing anymore. She was free to tell her horror story to the world, so she did. That blew the lid off everything, and I do mean everything. Now, there were fewer wagons to circle. Vince stood virtually alone, with a few obviously guilty dickheads hanging on. In this podcast, you’ll hear why:

Ashley

Ashley was a victim in more than one way. I don’t think I ever saw her except in clips because I don’t remember her being around yet when I stopped watching. I kept playing the newest video games, but the last one, 2024, is so bad that I have to rank it as the worst wrestling game ever made. It is so sexist that every diva in the create suite has implants. Noticeably so. Wow. Now that I think about it, I’ll probably never buy another one. Besides, I know too much now, and playing it would be a problem for me. Even the classic games, which were far superior, might be hard to stomach. But I do recall Ashley being in one of the games. Maybe 2008, 2009, 2010?

Ashley was a diva. I was under the naive impression that Divas were treated well at first. Beautiful and technically very good wrestlers.

It took no time at all in late 1999 for me to see otherwise. Mud wrestling? Seriously? Bra and panties matches? Hey, I messed around with the games, sure. But real life is not a video game. Divas have, as a whole, been treated so horribly by Vince McMahon that I’m frankly concerned that he hasn’t been imprisoned by now. He’s basically kidnapped, raped, sexually abused, beaten, assaulted with bodily fluids and waste, falsely imprisoned, tortured, (and even murdered one victim-that we know of) so many men, women and juveniles that we can never know the full extent of his depravity or his crimes.

Ashley had serious issues from getting concussions. Remember that I said earlier that this might be scripted, but people really do get hurt? Here’s proof. She had endured multiple head trauma, but in her affidavit, she also said that after she posed for the cover of Playboy, Vince set it up so that she flew on the corporate jet and stayed in the same hotels with the executives. She already knew Vince to be a predator. Perhaps you’re thinking that should have made her alarm go off, but she dared to dream that in her case, she was safe. She was not.

Vince tried to seduce her. Tried and tried. He would constantly ring her room and her cell phone all night. In Kuwait, she was raped by an unidentified male, and the fucker was probably put up to it, perhaps even paid, by Vince himself. When someone refused his advances, his wrath was unquenchable, and he was unforgiving. Guilty of stalking and harassment he stepped it up even more.

Now, she was in such despair that the affidavit also said he overrode the writer’s scripts for her and made her say things that she knew would finish her career. Ashley ended her own life in 2017, a direct result of the actions and verbal abuse along with head trauma-all caused then ignored by Vince McMahon. He murdered her.

This information was not made known until after her death. The reason given by her attorney is that at the time it was filed, the bigger issue of head trauma was the most urgent thing.

My heart breaks over such a horrible situation and the death of one who fought to keep her honor.

That said, I am going to state here that I do not consider other victims, the ones he raped and pimped out, to have dishonored themselves. I’ll never do that. Hell, I’m a victim, too. Of really heinous shit, so I know how it feels. Never shame a true victim. A neighbor told me that she (Janel) was “in on it, too.” Holy shit!

I set him straight. At least I hope that I did. Because saying that is bullshit. Believing it is sexist, evil and fucking psychotic. I expected better from him.

Janel was conditioned. McMahon recognized a desperate woman. He took her into his fold and made her dependant. Once that was done, he made her a sex slave. The disgusting nature of everything he’s accused of is not entirely a surprise to me, and that means that I have no reason to doubt them.

Let’s go back to when I was watching WWE. There were a lot of controversial things going on both in the ring and outside of it. X-Pac and D-Generation X were taunting opponents and crowds with the “suck it” crotch chop, Stone Cold Steve Austin was giving the finger all over the place, Stephanie went from a joke and a brat to a pain in the ass who was definitely all heel, replacing Chyna as Triple H’s lover both in character and out.

Chyna’s entrance involved her shooting a cannon from her crotch like a huge penis ejaculating fireworks toward the rafters, a demeaning gesture meant to emphasize her square jaw and ‘roided-up body. Except for her chest, she might have appeared more masculine. The sacrifices she made to have a career… she, too, was part of the D-Generation X. At least until she found out that Triple H was also dating Stephanie McMahon. This ended very badly for Joanie Laurer, aka Chyna. A dedicated bodybuilder and the first woman to be entered in the Royal Rumble, I was quite enamored of her. I found her to be beautiful, incredibly sexy, and not the slightest bit masculine. She was what otherwise would have been an unforgettable technical brawler in the ring. But after an ugly fight with, or because of Stephanie, she had to go. She just vanished. Hunter has cited her porn flick with her next boyfriend, X-Pac, as a reason for her not being admitted to the Hall of Fame. He came to a compromise later where she would be allowed in with the D-Generation X faction. But never solo. Because WWE was a family show.

What a load of shit. During her very short career, Vince McMahon initiated the “Vince McMahon Ass Kissing Club” and he would, in the ring, actually drop trou and bend forward and make wrestlers pay for transgressions by kissing his ass. So much for being a family show. Judging her by a homemade porn film is a bit harsh when all of the stuff on the shows was far more traumatic to children than any sex tape would be for an adult who idolized someone. For Chyna, it ended tragically. Substance abuse and severe depression took a toll, and on 20 April of 2016, she was found dead (not ruled a suicide). I feel certain that she was another victim and that the WWE killed her.

Did McMahon order hits or “bounties”?

Because Vince ordered Rita Chatterton’s legs broken, we have already established that this did happen. So dickheads like Kurt Angle carried them out. Unless someone has the balls to say so or not, I believe that Vince McMahon has ordered wrestlers to injure others. He’s that controlling and that vindictive. I’ve seen injuries that should have never happened. You see something. You know what you just saw. The move was a cheap shot and not an accident. The opponent can’t get up. Then he’s out for almost a year. Vince gave one wrestler incentive to perform a dangerous move. Maybe that wrestler never can return.

Vincent McMahon is a predator, sex offender, needing to dominate and subjugate women more than men, but to him, control is complete, and that means over everyone. There may be some past trauma that’s caused it, but I wouldn’t have any sympathy even so. He even tried to get his daughter into a storyline where he had impregnated her. What kind of father does that?

Stephanie refused, but she and her husband and her mother, Linda McMahon, are in this up to their necks, because they knew, but said nothing, and thus enabled this horrible man by covering for him. The entire family could be charged. A federal investigation is underway. And those kinds of investigations usually don’t go well for predators. TKO, the owner of WWE, says they dismissed him from the board. He says he resigned. He’s childish, always wanting the last word and lying to do it. But it hardly matters; being away now doesn’t mean that he can hide. There are other men and women who have their own stories to tell, and they’re not afraid anymore because Janel is resolved and wants to set an example. Before it’s all over, there will be more wrestling personalities who will lose your respect and mine. This rabbitt hole goes down so far that it can pass clean through hell on its way to infinity. And Vince McMahon will be along for the ride.

And Shane, Stephanie and Linda McMahon? They’re likely to save themselves and turn on the bastard if a federal grand jury is held. Maybe there’s no honor in them, but self-preservation is, after all, a powerful drive in the wild kingdom. Because, when a former wrestler compares their husband/father to Jeffrey Dahmer,  Harvey Weinstein, and Jeffrey Eppstein, you know it’s time to bail.

And that you should bail.

Shit Just Got Real

It’s quite true that in my travels, I have sampled and studied my share of porn. I’ve noted addiction and the effects it has on the brain, I’ve seen compulsive viewing, and I know how it has branched out from “backroom” VHS rental stores and adult book and peep stores to convenient use located all over the internet from the mid-1980s to the present.

I know the genres and the niche genres within them. I’ve seen everything from Deepthroat with Linda Lovelace to anonymous “amateur” shorts scattered everywhere. You name it, and I have seen it.

Lately, I regret ever having been exposed to porn by my parents. Through the years, I’ve seen pictures, bought magazines, and I’ve seen 8mm reels for projectors, and more.

The effects porn had on me have been devastating. After seeing “zoo” porn (humans, usually women, with animals), you’d be forgiven for thinking that there’s nothing else to see; you’ve reached the bottom of hell.

Trust me, you have not.

Some things you may hear about but never see. If you’re lucky.

It’s a terrible pit of bubbling tar waiting to drag in anyone it can and drown them.

In the recent past, or the past 15 years, nude models who bore some resemblance to any singer or actress would have to do. And while some posed for Playboy over the years, beginning with first issue centerfold Marilyn Monroe, most turned the offers down. I’m not getting into the New York and California party scenes or the top fashion models who exposed breasts and became (usually mediocre) actresses. For now, there’s a much more alarming porn trend known as “deepfakes” that we should all be concerned about.

When it became news last week that Taylor Swift had been targeted by some very realistic fake porn videos and pictures, I didn’t hear anything about it. But I was aware, since at least 2008, that altered pictures had made the porn sites. These began with convincing porn pics of customers in, say, a Walmart, where you hardly need to add to or take away from a person’s image to make it lewd or insulting (I once saw a woman wearing sheer pantyhose with no panties in Walmart).

That older type of image “enhancement” has always been around, but home computer systems made it easier. For Joe Lunchbox, it wasn’t doable, but enough dedicated anarchist-perverts were around that could pull it off.

As I tried to gauge the popularity of fakes in both film and photo, I became aware that these were not sectioned off as separate genres or niches. They were mixed in with everything else. Sometimes, a fake was obvious. I was able to recognize the body of a nude model with a faked head on it. Crude and laughable at first. Now –we’ll now, you can’t tell.

Deepfakes represent a danger we’re only beginning to comprehend. It can be used for revenge porn, selfies of real school kids, or it can be used against people teaching, political figures, and, of course, celebrities.

Considering my recent rants about Taylor Swift, I wrote exactly how I felt, but this is wrong. Nobody should be the target of that level, which I cannot reach or even comprehend, of malice.

The questions on the legal side are many and frightening. Will victims be able to sue (and will that even help them when the damage is done)? What wounds can these cause, and will they be used to break up marriages and families? Can you set someone up with this tech?

How about placing someone who’s innocent at a crime scene?

Because if we’ve learned anything, it’s that technology keeps getting more and more powerful.

I’m sorry for Taylor Swift and Blake Lively. They shouldn’t have to deal with this humiliation and cruelty. I may not be a Swifty, but this stuff makes me sick. And I’ve seen some things before that you’d never believe. If you saw them, some of you would puke.

This is something I find sickening and terrifying at the same time. But can we stop it?

I don’t believe so.

Ah, So You Poke The Hornet’s Nest?

What do you complain about the most?

I think that, perhaps, the above question was offered by someone who had read my last post. What they provoke in this way from others does not concern me. My insouciance will not be moved; my ennui will never allow it.

It is possible that some may, incorrectly, land on the certainty that I complain constantly without cease. Or perhaps that Taylor Swift is the main target of my criticism, my source of causticity, and its resultant acidic release.

Taylor Swift is rarely on my mind. However, even if I lack the respect I once had for her, she is hardly the muse responsible for my complete and unrelenting anger; she has no such power over me, and I realize how other people in her “cult” of unreasonable fans had swayed my opinion of her.

While the idea that I am an “anti-Swifty” may seem to set me apart from you and everyone you know, I am hardly a lone wolf in this area. For every Swifty, there are hundreds of people who are even more disenchanted, jaded, and weary of her. We have had enough.

I have gone astray, however, in calling the NFL a “fixed” sport. It seems to me that I’ve heard this before from kooks who love to sit around and, in a partly paranoid and delusional state, put hands to keyboard and declare that this event or that incident was the result of a conspiracy.

This nonsense became a conspiracy theory regarding the NFL. There is, however, little to no proof of any such thing. For one to exist, the conspiracy itself would have to be small or compartmented in such a way that if one person (it’s already happened with more than one), a player, coach, or owner leaked information on it, there would be serious consequences. For one, the biggest asset the NFL has is its fans. Imagine the terror they would unleash if they found or were presented with proof that everything is scripted, like the WWF (did John Stossel really have to ask)? I knew it when I was a kid. I could see that for every punch one wrestler threw, one of them would stomp as if it were a real blow. It covered what was usually just a lack of sound.

That fans bought it for so long horrified me. Every time Chief J Strongbow let himself get beaten enough to, were it real, fall down and die, only to suddenly go into a war dance and unleash his well-acted fury, I knew what I was seeing. However, I never made a big deal about it, and from 1974 to 2000, I rarely paid any attention to wrestling. That was excellent timing, as I consider, and I am not alone on this, 2000 to be the best year wrestling ever had, and one which could not be repeated. Yet I never heard any conspiracy theories about wrestling except for the hostile takeovers and buyouts that doomed the WWE to its present, boring state.

What vexed me recently into giving the NFL or Taylor Swift any room on my site may not have anything to do with sports-fixing. Then again, no one can prove that there does not exist any rigging or predetermined “script”, or that the obviously, flagrantly bad calls by the officials I have seen this season did not happen.

Detractors of the NFL conspiracy theories all point out that there are laws that bind the league to prevent any cheating or tanking in any way. However, I challenge you to give me one example of any corporate entity or company large enough to have the power to do things such as price fixing that actually follows the letter of the law, and I will call you on the spot for your proof, which you, of course, will not have.

What draws most of my complaints is hardly Taylor Swift or her newest temporary boyfriend. It isn’t the constant news coverage they get, nor is it the media telling people to watch them, to cheer them on, to love them. The romance will end badly. It may even be messy. I know this just as I knew that the Ravens were not supposed to win. The Chiefs were scoreless in the second half. They did not need to score; it was already over.

My biggest concern, and what I complain most about, aside from my failures and the attendant self-loathing they have caused, is the incredibly uncaring and cavalier attitude people have toward global warming, crime and corporate power, used to further threaten life on earth and steal money from people who do not have any. This corporate power is responsible for the shocking response to the Affordable Health Care Act.

Insurance companies write inscrutable policies that even established attorneys cannot unlock the secrets of. Between that and crime, a lack of governmental concern over firearm availability and the sickening statistics that this lack of concern reflects, people are dying.

These are not deaths from highway accidents, resort conditions, home, or household accidents. No, these deaths are the most heinous things that can happen to people: premature, hollow, meaningless, and unnecessary deaths. There is no glory, no honor, and nothing about such an ending that is good. It’s just evil and tragic.

Please note, I do not for one second believe in fate or “dying for a reason” or “it was his or her time” to go. That’s weak rationalization, which is to say, a pack of lies.

Perhaps you would like to tell a grieving spouse, parent, or sibling that their loved one was murdered by someone with an assault rifle because it was “their time” or worse, that it was “God’s will“. You deserve to be slapped if you say such things.

Answer this question: how many mass shootings took place in the United States in 2023?

You don’t know, do you? Because corporate news stopped telling you. I place even odds that nobody knows, that the books have been cooked to the point that the truth cannot be known. This would constitute a real conspiracy if I am even close. But no one can prove me right…or wrong.

Another killer is fentanyl. It’s everywhere. People claim that it’s a myth that police officers can’t be affected by just touching it or inhaling residual dust. We’re whitewashing a killer. The reason? No one wants to know about it. There’s almost as much misinformation on fentanyl as there still is about Covid-19.

Corporate media covers for corporations that are killing our last chances of surviving global warming. I’ve often said that the “temperature threshold” is already passed, and we’ve crossed the no return line drawn in the sand. No one can even see the line anymore; to many people have kicked sand over it. While wars continue, the need to cut reliance on oil is left out of discussion. We are, as a species, headed inexorably toward extinction. If there’s a way to stop that mass extinction, it lies more in the realm of fantasy than truth. I’m always sorry to write this, but I just don’t believe reliance on fossil fuels will stop.

What’s that you see in a child’s eyes? The desire to be a child, to play, be with friends, grow and become someone important?

Or do you see shock, mute and staring, after their home was destroyed by a rocket attack?

What’s that in that little boy’s eyes? Wonder at the world around him, the possibilities?

Or is it the dull stare of a little kid who’s just been raped by his father? Neither child can ever know trust again. Will never know peace or a world without the innocence it once had for them.

These are the things I complain about the most. The things I care about the most. Sometimes, I believe that we deserve to become extinct. God gave us a beautiful, bountiful place to live and the ability to thrive and to take care of what we’ve been blessed with.

But we deny his existence and fill fields that were once lush and beautiful with trees, grass, and flowers with sewage and toxic sludge.

Folks, those are the things I complain about the most. And I am not about to stop.

Who Needs It?

What would you do if you won the lottery?

I’m not currently watching the Baltimore Ravens v. Kansas City Chiefs championship game. I know who’s going to win. Were I a gambler, I would be safe bucking the line, and I’d win with the fixed game, seeing the Chiefs win, and that’s the fact, Jack. All sports have been shamefully compromised by big money and criminal fraud.

Since this is so, I’ve never been a gambler. I don’t even play the numbers, so the question of what I would do if I won the lottery is ridiculous. Besides, I don’t even want it. Give me what I’ve earned, and I’ll be happy. Money means nothing to me.

There are so many things that really matter in life that, once you have money, you turn your back on. Things like friendship and loyalty. Things like not disengaging a longtime friend because you think that Taylor Swift is the greatest person on earth, and your friend can’t stand looking at her. He knows that money and fame have dehumanized the rotten wretch and that everything she does is for attention and money.

Fuckin money.

People disagree so much these days to a point where friends and even family cut each other off. I have family I don’t speak to, but not because they love Taylor Swift or Donald Trump. They trigger me in other ways. Worse than any misguided hero worship. Others, I have been estranged with for decades, the result of two siblings who testified on behalf of our parents. I don’t feel anything for them, not love and not hate, nor anything in-between.

Speaking of Taylor Swift, I believe that the NFL has become greedy and crooked enough to have been in its own love affair with her all season. The Chiefs are not as good as their win-loss record. It’s been fixed. All season. Who really cares what Kelce Grammer was wearing when he got off the plane? For pity’s sake, do you think he had Secret Service guards? He’s a pissant who hasn’t registered all season. He likes his own fame as much as Swift does hers, and he’s clearly the ultimate alpha around her. She will grow tired of it, but right now, she’s getting extra press, so she’ll kneel before him after the game and polish the knob like a sub. That ruby lipstick is a goner, man.

I don’t care about football. I haven’t since 1974, to be honest, even though I did watch that glorious Monday night game when Lawrence Taylor broke asshole Joe Theismann into a rubber leg like Gilderoy Lockhart once to to Harry Potter’s arm. Rubber. Fuckin rubber.

No lottery. No betting. It ain’t for me. Besides: even if you win, you lose.

The Costs of Reducing Human Contact

Sometimes, we, as PTSD survivors, have difficulties with different things. These are as varied as the experiences that caused the condition in the first place. For too many of us, those traumatic events are prolonged or repeated again and again. It makes no difference how much time has passed between events, nor how prolonged such things were. We are usually affected considerably for the rest of our lives. Treatment is essential; it can not be avoided. Going through life without help is to live in hell, and I don’t care how many victims or “experts” say otherwise.

Sure, you can get by, but there will always be symptoms that cause problems, and that is true with patients in treatment or not in treatment. Those who seek help and can afford it are likely to experience relief. Dialing in the right medications is important. The wrong ones can make you worse, while the best ones for you should have you telling your doctor about your feeling better. The process is sometimes hard, but it can be done.

Therapy is a subject I’m personally exceptionally bitter about. It’s difficult enough to find one that you’re comfortable with, and covid made everything worse. During the worst part of the initial outbreak, many left the occupation or moved away from their patients’ areas. The shutdown caused the necessity for telehealth sessions, which I detest. You have to pay, but there’s no contact, and that’s unreasonable and unrealistic.

AI: Already A Problem

AI has replaced even triage for certain physicians. Everything from height and weight to blood pressure is monitored by a computer, and I find that to be an expensive startup for medical groups, but an attempt at eliminating jobs. You see this elimination everywhere, especially when you go shopping.

You know exactly what I mean: self-checout at supermarkets, the CVS, Walmart, and more. And it is a real problem, too. First, because it costs jobs. The Harris Teeter supermarket I go to always had this but recently renovated the section to accommodate more registers. There are a bunch of cashier registers, and I’ve forgotten how many. That’s because I have never seen all of them open. Sixty percent of the time, only one is open. I’ve seen this store decrease its employees over the years, and it’s sad. Ones hired as cashiers can often be seen picking orders for customer pickup. They may be seen stocking shelves and even going out to the parking lot to bring in carts.

Those employees may be thankful to have their jobs, but may also resent their use as utility workers. There are employees who work shopping cart detail. The store does a lot of business, so when the cart detail lags behind or takes unscheduled breaks around the corner, it becomes a pain that customers have to get used to. Go inside, and you may not see any carts at all. Seeing workers not hired for cart detail doing it reflects low employee morale and store mismanagement.

The second problem is much worse: theft, or “skip-scanning”. This is when self-checkout customers properly scan and bag some items but not others, stealing expensive ones like steaks and prepackaged deli meats, or ring one donut or bagel when the paper bag really has five. Shrimp and even staples like condiments or butter can also be tucked into a bag without being scanned. One employee watches this section but is rarely attentive. It’s boring, tedious work, and often, they have to leave the section to go to the customer service counter.

There is, to make it all worse, no security except for cameras. A room with tinted windows marked “Security” is obviously empty. Nobody goes in or comes out, and in ten years of shopping at various times of the day or night, I have never seen anyone detained for theft. It may happen, but you’d think that a decade should never have passed without me seeing an HCPD cruiser out front. A woman managing the customer service desk once told me when I reported a panhandling offender outside of the store, “I live in Baltimore City. You think I really care about who be outside?”

Except the fucker in question who once told me his name was “Travis” when he asked for a dollar, is a problem. He knows that most people carry no cash. He also knows that, should he ask anyone who does carry cash, he will be unlikely to get one dollar. More likely, it will be at least a five dollar note or maybe more, and he constantly lurks from one end of the shopping center to the Harris Teeter. Last week, before Christmas, he was back. He asked me for a cigarette and I said no. As soon as I finished my coffee and put the cup in the trash can near a letterbox, I turned around and he was urinating on a brick pillar under the overhead in plain view of the store’s doors. I guess nobody from Baltimore City would even blink at that shit. But it’s indecent exposure, urinating in front of a minor, and you can probably add a couple more misdemeanors to that. I didn’t have anyone to tell, either. That lady behind the counter would likely have said, “Come back when you catch him usin his junk for somethin a lil worser, honey.”

And I couldn’t call 911 for an imbecile that brazen who’s left behind no evidence except piss that will be dry before cops get there, and yet the act might have been visible on a security camera if they had it active and if they had security, and if anyone in the store gave a shit.

I suppose I could have kicked him in the balls for it, but that’s no misdemeanor. That’s assault. It goes too far against my sense of right, wrong, and my code of honor. But he will be back. He’s no stranger to the justice system, and they always come back. And nobody will report jack shit. And, his mental health is off, so no judge really wants to see his name on a district court docket. There’s no law to force anyone to get help and take meds.

The indifference of underpaid, overstressed employees notwithstanding, underpaid managers are worse. Why go out of the way for a wage like that in a store whose corporate fatcats have a strict opposal to having employees organize or to have too big a payroll? It is a mistake. It makes investors orgasmic, according to UBS securities, which recommends stocks to portfolio holders. Parent company Kroger has some stores that are unionized but that has no bearing on Harris Teeter, a subsidiary. Those were, in September 2023, “determined to remain union-free” in a Q&A session of corporate dickheads and securities cocksuckers. Therefore, the stores have high turnover and newer employees making lower wages. That guarantees cash savings. This is important because stores operate with bank loans. To buy inventory, they secure loans. But there’s one drawback, and most chains will need another loan before the interest is paid and the principal amount can begin to be paid. To keep up, major chains keep costs low, from payroll to overhead to transportation.

But…

Between inventory and gross income, I’d wager that if the store doesn’t lose money, it is because of price gouging. In other words, they’re jacked up, passing the costs to consumers, earning fat profits. To do this, the variety of available brands keep getting eliminated, leaving customers less items to choose from. It’s efficient and very effective.

In Maryland, Giant and Harris Teeter are two of the most expensive of chains. Covid and supply problems made prices on things like coffee double. But the same can of Folgers may be 12 bucks or perhaps 14, and if you wait two days, that changes. Maxwell House Columbian could be high, but Folgers is down half on sale. That’s to turn over inventory to keep customers and nothing more. People may avoid items and let them sit until they’re on sale. As a result, taking a look at sell by dates on a ribeye on sale can be stressful. You see today’s date. It has to go right to the freezer when you get home.

Customers, therefore, steal. So do employees, some of which are caught, and you never see them again.

Or, getting back to self checking, they may skip-scan. So, saving money on payroll has a price. I can’t see how this store isn’t hemorrhaging cash. And if not for being union-free, it would have to be.

Bodycam footage on YouTube is enlightening. I’ve seen a few where Walmart security called in police who arrived before the thief could get away. If I were you, I wouldn’t steal from Walmart. I can’t bear the thought of stealing, and I don’t even like getting gifts. It makes me feel dishonest. Guilty. And those caught at Walmart are Brazen. Their cart is full. They were observed getting a purse, duffel bag, or the like, stuffing smaller items into it, then scanning the bag alone but with other items so as not to call attention to the bag. The alarms at the doors? If they still have those, thieves know how to evade them. For every person caught, though, who knows how many get away?

And this ain’t no joke: people are caught with $900.00 USD in merchandise they have not scanned. You may hate Walmart, but it is, on the whole, efficient, because of real people always on the floor, stocking inventory but watching everything. And they aren’t union, either. And real human beings man the security office as well.

This brings us back to the loss of human contact during medical care. Patients with trauma or serious somatic conditions like hypertension and heart disease can not be assessed by machines alone. First, how do you know they are calibrated and properly maintained? Or even sterilized? Answer: You don’t.

Telehealth was necessary during the pandemic, but even now, with it spreading again, it should only be occasionally used. Mask requirements have largely been lifted. Antivaxxers should be kept to ER visits or telehealth. Otherwise, we’re still better off wearing them in close-quarter settings and in large stores. It’s just safer.

Loss of contact during the shutdown traumatized people who had been stuck without their spouses, children, or friends. I’ll never forget talk shows aired from the host’s homes. They couldn’t even go to their place of business and do a show without an audience. Of them all, John Oliver seemed to weather the crises best. Colbert was never the same. He has turned into a real dick. Once you’ve turned into a dick, you have to be deprogrammed like a Moonie. Odds of that happening aren’t very good.

Most of all, trauma patients suffered in helpless silence. And that, folks, caused more trauma. No one but these patients know what it’s like. Because trauma patients are far easier to be traumatized again. And again. That’s the nature of the beast.

How to Help Yourself

One therapy you can do by yourself that I find to be fun and helpful is to get out of the house. Take a walk, get a bit of exercise and some fresh air. You can get your blood flowing, decrease your blood sugar level, help reduce blood pressure, and relieve sore, stiff muscles. It’s a big help, though, not to let your mind wander. As PTSD patients, we know how unhealthy that is. You can avoid some of your visual and audio triggers by keeping your eyes busy. Look around, focusing and trying to spot things you missed while driving past them. Seeing something new is amazing once you spot it. This is something I call the “Sherlock Holmes” game. You can not fall into dissociative thinking when walking, driving, or almost anything else. It’s dangerous and fouls the mood with memories that are distressing. I’ve read pages of books, only to not remember what was written. I’ve crossed bridges and not remembered it. Accidents happened, and I got to my destination depressed, stressed out, and never known why.

This morning, as the sun was low but brilliant, I couldn’t face east. But I looked west and was surprised at the view. Tomorrow, the sun will rise at a slightly different angle. I will not see exactly what I saw today. The light and shadows allowed me to see some details in the background in beautiful relief, seeing depth that I normally can’t. Seeing at a longer distance with more clarity than normal. That’s magical. A gift.

Try to see new things, little details. Keep your eyes moving. Don’t stare because that’s when you fade out of the present. Focus, but keep the eyes moving. You’ll get better at it, so don’t give up. This is part of cognitive behavior therapy. Look that up. Study it on your own or ask your doctor about it. A counselor is the best coach for this. Avoid “life coaches” because they’re a scam like all of the self-help books from the 80s and 90s. They cost money and make you believe that you’re going to get better when the mere suggestion itself is an attempt to condition you to keep writing checks.

Between a good doctor, a licensed therapist, and a bit of work on your part, you can find peace of mind and a measure of recovery that you may not otherwise get to enjoy.

That’s if you can find the professionals that will see you. Because most of the cashier lanes… are closed.

Monsters

Yep, there be monsters among us, aye.

You don’t always know that they are beasts on sight. You can know them for years and still not know how horrible they are.

But what gets me the most is that no matter how evil, how brazen or how depraved they turn out to be, someone will always defend monsters and claim that the human being accused of being a fucking animal is actually a great person.

But Gérard Depardieu is a fucking predator and sex offender everywhere except France. Because he’s an artist. God damn. Are the French really that insane?

It seems that some call him an artist (bullshit), and others, the “greatest actor in the world (a pile of elephant shit).”

How many times have I heard this kind of defense about the famous? Well, I guess I would have lost track long ago if I ever tried. You can’t rape someone and not go to prison. Except in France.

Depardieu is not an artist. He most certainly isn’t the greatest actor “in the world.”

I never liked him. After a few shitty movies, if I saw his name, I stayed away.

Is it me, or are sex predators being given special treatment? The celebrities, I mean. Sure, we nailed Weinstein and fucking hooray for that, but there’s a huge snake pit of these people out there. Not people. Snakes. They should be exiled to Snake Island. Fuck them.

I have in the past been able to spot brand marks on porn models. Some were tattoos. Small, usually some character, like an Asian letter. Or little things that don’t make sense. Later, the tat changes. The letter turned into a small dragon. These marks change because ownership changes. Traffickers do this. Sex slave owners do it. Later, these actors or models no longer pose or act. They vanish.

This is because of aging. Kept in line by drugs, that aging doesn’t turn out well. Breast augmentation just looks silly on a drug-ravaged body. But they are human beings!

They get exiled to some far away place, streetwalking to get money for drugs. And that’s where their sad lives end.

They served a master or two. If they enter that world young, they go through some of the most horrifying things any young person can: large objects are used to “open you up” in the words of one girl interviewed. Monsters do this shit. And the “trade” is international; a girl who ran away from home in New York City gets sucked in by some promise to have an agent to set up a modeling career. The next day, she’s in China, Hong Kong, Macau, or the like, or Muslim countries, even the Middle East. Maybe it’s a Brazilian girl who never sees home again. And for those who can pay, she’s made into nothing but a vagina.

Sex slaves and sex crimes aren’t new, but with population growth, parents will readily sell a child. It happens. What a customer does is pay to rape unwilling girls or boys.

I’ve tracked a couple of these “owners” before. Then they went legit or migrated to the dark web.

You know my past. You don’t need to guess how I feel about this evil shit.

But at the same time that the perps are the worst part, those who defend the slimy bastards?

Scum.

Still Crazy After All These Years…But Much, Much Worse

You know things are getting worse. What would have cost me $35-40 dollars two years ago cost $84.00 this afternoon. It will not get better. But I’m not here to tell you about prices. You know they’re worse. I know they’re worse. But could someone please tell me what the fuck this is?

Holy SHIT, Sephora!

If there’s anyone who can actually wear this, leave a comment, please. I won’t believe you, but I could use a good laugh right now.

Things are grim. There is no denying it. Especially if you check with Republicans because, that’s all they do when a Democrat is in the White House. If it were a Republican, things would be worse.

I don’t like to think about it.

So, from a few years back, here’s a Last Week Tonight episode that’s still very much relevant. It concerns the one biggest fear I have. Not a phobia. A terror.

If you’re thinking that I’m terrified of mountains, yes, I’m not going to go near one again. I was on the Appalachian Trail once. Once.

That was 1972, in Boy Scout Troop 632, which was in Maryland. It disappeared and the number was assigned to another troop.

I hated the scouts. Too fucking wholesome for me. I hated everything about it. An overnight hike and camp on the trail on a night when it got so cold that I couldn’t sleep, that’s all I needed to know that mountains are pretty from a distance, but climbing and hiking wasn’t for me. First of all, do you know how many people vanish annually from our national parks and hiking trails, and what happens to folks who try to traverse the Appalachian Trail from one end in Maine to the other end in Georgia? Neither do I. Nor anyone else. Oh, it’s been done, but some just vanish. It’s like that with Mount Everest as well, but for pity’s sake, worse. And you can’t avoid the question: why?

In the video above, look at that mass of idiots up there. And consider those who die up there, and can’t be recovered. Hauling a dead body down that far ain’t easy. Usually it’s impossible. But then also consider that while the Sherpa guides can die up there, it’s a true puzzle that more people don’t die than statistics show. In fact, I never trust statistics, especially when it comes to body counts or missing persons. They are always too conservative.

Climbing Everest is, to me, just plain stupid. “Because it is there” is the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard, and besides, it’s no real accomplishment anymore. Why not tell yourself the truth and decide it’s stupid, deadly, expensive and there’s lots of other things to do for recreation? Safer things, like chumming for sharks and then going swimming, wrestling alligators or throwing yourself in front of a bull elephant and trying to kill it with a BB rifle.

You could go canoeing in the Congo basin. Without mosquito repellent or netting on your pith helmet. Or just maybe have your mother-in-law over for a month. You can also consider skydiving without a parachute.

You’re going to be a statistic, but with the exception of the Congo trip, at least everyone will be able to put your name in the “stupid ways to die” category. In some cases a medical examiner would not even need to be involved. Easier for you, easier for insurance, easier for everyone.

Getting back to the show, it isn’t really Everest that scares me so much.

One of my biggest fears is what John Oliver does to his audience completely at random and when you don’t expect it: being rickrolled.

If that ever happens to me, if I live through it, I swear to do something far worse to the culprit. Like one of those traps Batman and Robin went through every week before the cliffhanger: “Will the Dynamic Duo escape the giant clam? Tune in tomorrow, same Bat-time, same Bat-channel!”

Now, I must be very careful here. By “trap”, I simply refer to a seemingly inescapable physical threat. Like setting a mouse trap. I do not mean that ambiguous term referring to ambiguous-gender people who “trap” others into believing and acting on the assumption that they are another gender than the person thinks.

I have no wish to offend.

Except Bob Hope and Danny Kay used to do it in comedy sketches all the time. Nobody got bent out of shape, either. It was all in good fun. Couldn’t do it now. Be sure not to watch Tom Hanks in his old TV series Bosom Buddies. Holy shit.

Everyone takes everything so seriously now. Too seriously. Like they take offense at one word, just one, and now someone’s gonna get shot. What the hell is wrong with people?

Don’t they know that there are things that need clear minds to solve? You can’t be so intolerant that you miss the important things and stew over being called a name.

I spent too much time stewing over a name or a single act that I shouldn’t have noticed, and missed far too many good things I could have done for others. It was only recently that I decided to let that shit go.

Watching the wars going on in the world killing mass people including children needs to be stopped. Israel is going too far, running the risk of losing the support of the United States. You have to be especially barbaric to do that, seeing as how, many times, we’ve backed the wrong side. But Netanyahu is a barbaric son of a bitch. He’s sleeping while people die. And what about Ukraine? Why do conservatives want to abandon them and funnel money and resources to Israel when the ceasefire was doomed from the start, and what Israel is doing is just going to radicalize more Palestinians? Hamas are butchers, there’s no denying that. But it makes no sense, shelling and bombing Palestine because they refuse to release more hostages, invariably to kill some of them in the process.

And whose bright idea was it to appoint some oil baron as head of a summit on global warming? Didn’t they know what he would say? Because, sure enough, that’s what he did say: cutting back on fossil fuel production and consumption would not impact climate.

It’s exactly the same as global warming denial, only interpreted differently by journalists who don’t want to offend the idiot. Wait. Scratch that last. I meant greedy idiot. He argued that it would cause people to “live in caves” again. What’s he think we’re going to do when people start dying by the thousands from thirst, poisoned water, heatstroke and diseases that are suitable to warmer climates? Because yeah, you can pump oil. Sure. You can mine coal. But what are you gonna do when all the people who buy it die off? Your fortune becomes useless. You can live your entitled life now, but when the labor force dies and you can’t even have internet service, what then?

Wars will continue to grow and spread. Fat cats can’t stop it, either, nor will they. Wars make money. Tanks, aircraft…need fuel. Lots of it.

Okay. I’ve overstayed my welcome enough. But please, will someone tell me what that fucking shoe is for?

Good. There is justice.

The Devil Claims One Of His Own

On 29 November, the devil got to meet, face to face, one of his very own: Henry Kissinger.

When I was growing up, the piece of human flotsam was revered in my household–and dear old dad didn’t mind that he was a Jew. And daddy-o was right; Kissinger was born in Bavaria between world wars. But his ancestors were in fact Jewish. How’d he know that? First and foremost, even above his incestuous ways, my father was a pure-of-heart bigot, unashamedly hateful and determined not to have his children grow up to be simpering “___”, or “______” lovers.

For my part, I couldn’t understand a word that shithead, Kissinger, said. Of course, it didn’t make much of a difference to me because I was concerned with more immediate issues, like how to stay out of father’s way, avoiding beatings with that razor-like belt, outrunning bullies, girlfriends or potential girlfriends who, save for Barbara Shannahan, would never in a million years have given me the time of day, and finding bra ads in the Sunday paper to beat off to so I would be limp when mommy and daddy came to my room to teach me everything I would ever need to know about sex.

Now that last bit I have written about, so if this statement unsettled you, scroll through my archives to see what I mean.

They justified this “hands-on teaching” by misquoted Bible verses, and the dizzyingly stupid predication that when I got married I’d be able to keep my wife satisfied and avoid a divorce.

It did not work.

Of course, they could not see what they were doing to me (and my brothers and sisters) was really turning me into an asshole; therefore when I was caught doing irrational and destructive shit, they thought I was mentally “retarded”, and threatened to send me off to one of two psychiatric hospitals in the nearby areas.

They never knew that what I was doing was watching them, listening when I couldn’t be seen, learning, though what I learned wasn’t clear to me at the time.

When it came to watching the evening news, Walter Cronkite would reach out of the TV set and never phase dad, who usually sat through the news alone, the other kids being very happy to stay well clear of him. But what I heard and saw is a thing I didn’t understand. It was too far away. I couldn’t walk out on the porch and hear a firefight in the distance. I saw bombers fly overhead, and one I saw early on bore a latticed cockpit canopy and was propeller powered. But for the most part, I saw only Hueys overhead. The choppers could be heard a mile away as it approached. The twin-blade main rotor was near the speed of sound, and projected what someone described to me as small “Sonic booms”. Once it passed overhead and receded, it was almost silent.

I saw those on the TV news. To me, always the same, soldiers jumping from them into tall grass and stretchers being loaded in their place. I would be eligible for enlistment or the draft only after the war was over. I bore survivor’s guilt for that; guys had died there, while I was playing with my Johnny Lightning track or with plastic Army men.

I felt scared as I grew to understand the war without anyone being decent enough to explain it, and then I felt shame for being scared that one day I would be there, too.

And I did have a rough grasp on what we were doing in Laos and Cambodia. I came to realize that the war had spread to other countries. All I knew was that it was all bad news. Night after night, same shit, except worse.

I would not know how terrible it really got until much later.

But then, that was true of most Americans because news back then was unreliable. The government held a ton of things classified until Daniel Ellsworth released the Pentagon Papers, and that the Johnson administration had secretly expanded the war from Vietnam into Cambodia and Laos. You can see the reasoning behind it; supplies getting to NVA troops, and the NVA soldiers themselves were coming through both countries via the Ho Chi Minh Trail. This treacherous route was subject to mudslides during the monsoon season and was often cratared by the bombing, but when the news hit, not during the Johnson administration but instead the Nixon administration, the shit hit the fan. Already outraged by the surprise of the tet offensive and the endless coffins bringing dead soldiers back home, Americans weren’t about to put up with any more of this senseless carnage.

By then, the Nixon White House had Henry Kissinger either as the NSA or SoS. In both jobs, Kissinger excelled in brain-fucking the paranoid Nixon and his equally paranoid aides.

Although Ellsworth had nothing to tell about the Nixon Era, naming Johnson and McNamara as the key culprits, Nixon did the unthinkable: sent operatives to break into the office of Ellsworth’s psychiatrist. The job was to replace the whistle blower’s file with another that made him look like a nut job. In reality,  the man had clearly broken some laws, but was morally outraged at what he had discovered and the fact that it was all covered up.

Nixon tried to discredit someone who had revealed that his predecessor, a Democrat, had illegally escalated the war. That was a strange mistake to make, but it would not be the last or the most bizarre of his “dirty tricks”, which earned him the nickname “Tricky Dick”.

Meanwhile, Henry Kissinger was consolidating his power, and he had none of the morals that Ellsworth did. I mean, he had none. A notorious womanizer and hedonist, today he is remembered for audacious political moves that some take as beneficial to the United States, but by others as the man responsible for the Khmer Rouge, which seized power in Cambodia and which was responsible for millions of deaths of Cambodians. Call it genocide or a purge, whichever you prefer. But it was a mess with plenty of outside interference. China, under Zedong, backed them. The Soviets not so much. If you research carefully, you might very well be confused.

This is politics, the dregs of which were in full play. You’ll see that the United States (allegedly) backed the communist Khmer players. It’s more than alleged, however. And if it all began before the second World War with all three countries comprising French Indochina, and that following the war the French wanted their territory back but ultimately got their asses kicked, then it becomes an inescapable question: just what possessed five US presidents to go to the area and engage the communist forces, or to maintain operations they inherited on taking office?

He was also responsible for alienating a number of allies, India among them. This was a tactical, strategic and humanitarian blunder.

There’s no blaming Kissinger for what was done before his rise to power. But in the Nixon years, we know a lot more.

He wasn’t above advising whole governments to be destabilized and toppled. He had no morals, but no intelligence, either, failing utterly to see where his actions would take us. A prime example is that of Iran-Iraq, toys for him to play with. He backed the Shah of Iran, leading not to the fall of Saddam Hussain, but the revolution that saw the shah exiled and the Iranian government being overtaken and overthrown. To this day, though Saddam is gone, the destabilized region is a melting pot of chaos and religion-based enmity and the threat of nuclear war. I warned in 2008 that we should never have invaded Iraq. I predicted total destabilization and that Iran would eventually annex Iraq. This can still happen; the only thing lacking is the action itself. The ingredients are there. In fact, Iran, as it is, has considerable power and influence in the entire Middle East, but most tend to ignore this or keep discussion out of the public eye. That is unfortunate and unwise. When things happen, they will affect the United States directly. If you think this is not so, remember 9-11-2001. Anything can happen.

I’ve been to New York City. Only saw the Twin Towers at a distance from Brooklyn. But they were magnificent. Something absolutely wondrous to behold; stunning.

In the entire time of their existence, only one motion picture was shot there. Only one, a masterpiece spy thriller starring Robert Redford, Faye Dunaway, Max Von Sydow and Cliff Robertson. The film had a CIA office in one of the towers, where Cliff Robertson and John Houseman’s characters worked. There are beauty shots of the towers from ground level, never enough to give you an idea of their sheer mass and beauty. Filmed in 1974, released in 1975, Three Days of the Condor remains a classic thriller, worthy of a spot on your shelf right beside North by Nortwest.

Only when the towers were brought down in 2001 did we learn that the CIA really did have offices at The World Trade Center. Only it was WTC Building 7, the one everyone points to the most when defending horseshit conspiracy theories. Not immediately revealed was the fact that the attack was effective in more than just traumatizing Americans. Later we would learn that the CIA as an organization suffered chaos and severe disruption in intelligence gathering. The further consequences are not known. In one day, what took years to build was all gone save for a smoldering heap of steel, concrete, broken glass and human body parts.

But had not this scenario been predicted?

Yes. More than once. In a notable example, the Tom Clancy novel Debt of Honor had a JAL 747 crash into the US Capitol, killing most of congress, the POTUS among them.

Not only that, but think tanks had arrived at the conclusion already that the failed underground attack at WTC almost a decade earlier would be a lesson to terrorists: next time, aim higher.

If it is difficult to imagine that Henry Kissinger had a part in laying the groundwork for the horrors of our time, then do not try to. Some will always regard him as brilliant and an adept statesman. Perhaps reading more will persuade you to reassess your view.

Henry Kissinger met his maker with blood on his hands. He bore a soiled soul laden with the deaths of innocent people and his body count ever climbs.

For every good thing he may have done, there is an ever growing cancelation of each by the horrors set in motion by a man with no morals, no dignity and no concept of what it’s like for a mother, bleeding and in shock, to hear her baby crying from a place she cannot reach.

Because Henry Kissinger had no heart. No empathy. Nothing but power-lust and a sexual libido that even the likes of Marlo Thomas, Liv Ullman, Raquel Welch, Candice Bergen, Jill St. John and Liza Minelli could not quench. And he almost certainly snared underage starlets, as his tastes showed to others.

This bucket of puke leaves behind a legacy. Exactly how bad it is remains unclear, but I pray his kind will not come this way again.

Continue reading “The Devil Claims One Of His Own”

Hold Your Fire, You DICKS!

Israel fired back at Palestinians in Gaza and killed about 2,300 people. But that’s not the whole story.

As a part of the safety for Israel following the horrifying attack by Hamas, which was backed by Iran and Iraq, probably among others, Israel closed its borders and shut off supplies to Gaza.

I understand this, because weapons and terrorists could easily cross into Israel amid the chaos following the attack. It makes sense: you’ve been attacked. Now you have to defend and shoot back. It’s how wars are fought.

And make no mistake: this is an active shooting war, with Netanyahu denying on Monday that any ceasefire had been declared.

However, people in Palestine are suffering and thousands more will die without aid and supplies. Denying medical aid and supplies like fuel for power, food, medical aid and doctors from going to help those in peril or casualties is part of an ongoing shooting war.

It is, in this case, a display of terrorism and dishonorable actions.

There’s one hospital in Gaza City, one in perhaps all of Gaza as far as I know, and as their auxiliary generators run out of fuel, infants on respirators, such as what preemies often need, will die.

Does that avenge the kids and infants taken or killed outright by Hamas terrorists?

It may seem so, but no, it does not. More people dying in this war because of religion and skewed principles makes absolutely no sense. You can see; read the reports. Not from Fox or OANN, Newsmax or any other source. Read the analysis of a scholar, statesman or reliable and objective source.

When I first heard about the Hamas attacks, I too reacted emotionally. I hate terrorism in every form. It’s never anything warranted, but always barbarians who engage in it, targeting, almost exclusively, “soft” targets: civilians, public buildings, infrastructure and hospitals or emergency medical services. There is little on this earth more disturbing, disgusting or dishonorable than attacking civilians, children and hospitals. That is as evil as humans ever get.

And whereas this is an emotional time for every country in the Middle East and the entirety of the Levant and beyond, and people everywhere want blood, it isn’t the time for that.

I fear, though, that not much can stop the war from spreading. It may be soon, too. A conversation between Turkish president Erdoğan and Iranian officials resulted in a warning not to let things escalate. I’m ashamed of both countries for their respective recent crimes against humanity, mainly against women in Iran, but this exchange is promising. They really screwed up, backing Hamas in the planning and arming of guerillas for the despicable attack on Israel.

But will it be good enough?

Glass half-empty. I can’t see it any other way. This mess could, along with the war in Ukraine, be the beginning of World War Three. A lot of things need to fall into place first, but this shows how easily that could actually happen. We don’t need this. No one needs this.

I shared the outrage last week. I was all for retaliation. But looking back, I see how wrong I was. A rocket strike was understood to be the tactically sound response; letting civilians and babies die of starvation or life support failure is a whole different thing.

Gaza is not getting medical aid, food or fuel. Its sole power plant has been shut down. Now we’re in a humanitarian crisis that is unforgivable. There’s nothing righteous about it. Nothing honorable. It’s just evil.

US President Biden has opposed an invasion of Gaza by Israel. He’s not wrong. Doing so would cause a major war that would spread throughout the entire region. Pulling every variable apart and assessing them would take someone with expertise, and I do not have that. My statement that I support Israel is no longer applicable. I stand for peace, careful consideration of the consequences and for the sanctity of life. Neither ISIL, ISIS, Hezbollah nor Hamas represent all people in their respective areas of influence and operations. Killing thousands will take the lives of innocents and make different groups, like Hamas and Hezbollah, unite against Israel.

This is despite the basic difference between the two. Hezbollah claims the Shia beliefs of Islam, Hamas the Sunni beliefs. Yet Iran absolutely played a role in arming and helping Hamas in infiltrating Israel. You don’t underestimate either of them now; as allies with Israel, we could be next. Our intelligence is good, but so is Israel’s, and they missed what was about to happen. Last week’s attack has been said to be Israel’s 9-11. But it could have been far worse. The United States is no different. We’ve been infiltrated by Chinese operatives, Russians, radical religious extremists and who knows what else.

It is time for cool thinking, peace talks and an end to lax national security. For all of us.

Just A Walk In The Dark

How often do you walk or run?

I don’t walk as often as I should, which would, at my age be about a mile a day.

But I can’t. Depression often has me nailed to the bed, and yesterday I hadn’t gone out.

It occurred to me after sunset that I was almost out of smokes.

I’m going to quit that crap. Quitting smoking won’t save my life, but I may last a few months longer.

But last night wasn’t, I decided, the right time. So I had to take a walk.

That’s pretty stupid considering that my prescription glasses are also sunglasses. And to get to the shopping center, I walk through the woods on a narrow asphalt path and it’s really dark. I can’t see the path and my flashlight quit on me so I’m having zero visibility. I keep stepping off into the grass, which is okay, but in darkness is disorienting. Hard to find the path again because I can’t see. It’s total blindness instead on the brink of functional blindness, but that’s no better. Not in the dark. But, nothing happened, so I made it to the store and I bought a pack.

Inside, the cashier said, What did you do to your hand?

I looked and it was bleeding. No reason, just an open wound. It’s sad, but it happens a lot.

It really wasn’t until I went back into the darkness that I’d got into trouble. Almost at the bottom of the path, back-lit by a streetlight about 40 yards further on, I saw a silhouette which I knew to be out of place.

My mind took a little trip.

I was back in the jungle on a trail. What I was seeing was the shape of was a man, with twigs for camouflage sticking out from the band around his boonie hat.

I reached for my stiletto but it wasn’t there!

I was unarmed. The forward-leaning camo guy was waiting until I was closer. I knew he had a bayonet or a kukri blade.

But just as fast, I saw that he was gone, replaced by a shopping cart!

I haven’t slept since. I can’t. The nightmares would be horrible. Eventually I’ll crash. Until then I dread sleep.

Not much I can do about it, though. When it’s enough, my mind shuts off and I crash.

All future walks, until the trees are bare of leaves, at which time the path isn’t as dark, will be in daylight.

All the stuff I’ve been through, and I’m finally reduced to Don Quixote tilting at shopping carts.

Shoot me.

What gives me “direction” in life?

What gives you direction in life?

This promt is infuriating. I don’t think it is a valid question. Perhaps there was a time when it was one, but that would be before my time.

Read this article and watch the video interview to get an idea of where I stand and why the above question is so repulsive to me.

Now that you have seen and read some really interesting, screwy, looney, out there, absolutely psychotic stuff, tell me that “direction” on an individual level means anything at fucking all.

People live their lives the best that they can, according to beliefs, morality and knowledge gained from hard experience, or they don’t. And many times, those who don’t are just fucking crazy.

The guy in the video is fucking crazy and I should have put an upper case “c” on that word. He asserts that John F. Kennedy Jr. is still alive and will soon emerge from hiding to be Trump’s next vice president.

He contradicts himself by agreeing that Joe Biden is a “hologram” and then says he’s actor James Woods in a rubber mask.

He says that when Biden was still vice president, he was executed.

He asserts that an FBI informer is a good man despite damaging testimony against Trump. What this man says about January 6th is so far out there I’m not even able to comment on it. Watch the video in the link, you’ll see.

This walking meatball is entombed in a world of conspiracy theories and lies and pure fantasy that I’d wager he likely also believes that Harry Potter is real and an imminent threat to Christianity. If you had a sail boat and set sail on the Chesapeake Bay, and your rudder fell off, then a squall moved in, you’d get this fucker.

As for the rape trial, Trump said he cut short a golf trip to Ireland to face his accuser, who isn’t his “type”. Of course she’s not his type. She’s not his daughter. But long before 2016, I’d read stories about how he forced women into sex. Trump is or was a rapist, I know it. I know it in my heart. I stuck the “was” in there because I doubt that with his KFC-clogged arteries, he can have an erection now. But without any personal experience in such matters, I can say with confidence that rape is pretty difficult to commit with a limp, shriveled up dick.

His fans have some scary, fucked-up, and downright sick ideas about him. I don’t usually engage in criticism of physical appearance, but some of the goddamnedest looking women in tight T-shirts hugging the most saggy, misshapen breasts I’ve ever seen the outlines of have become sex billboards. The shirts proclaim love and sexual desire and say things like “You can grab my pussy anytime” which I guess might preclude any fair, impartial judgement of their appearance in my mind.

I’m not perfect. It’s funny that if I see someone with a kind soul and some semblance of rationality, I think they’re beautiful. If I don’t see that, I’m just gonna see fucking ugly.

Trump’s people. They love him and worship him.

In return, he lies to them, insults them, and uses them to death. He hates every goddamn one of them. Hates them, and in their bubbles of delusion, they can’t believe it. You can’t even talk to them. Spending more than 120 seconds with one can cause permanent damage. Because you ain’t never gonna be the same.

What gives me direction in life? Well, when I’m not outraged and cussing, it’s my willingness to admit I don’t know anything. That I am nobody. That my honor was stripped from me and I seek it because to die without it is a horrible thing. I want to love. And I want others to know it when I do.

We are seldom with “direction” in life. We have to wing it, do our best not to cause harm, keep faith with our higher power, and fight the fights that are worthy.

In these batshit crazy times, it’s a tall order to have. But we must accept it.

The alternative is believing James Woods is living in the White House.

New York Confidential: Crime and Grime in The Big Apple

This morning’s guest writer goes by the pseudonym of Sharon Lee for reasons that will become obvious. Here is her story.

***

I’m gonna step in a vipers nest here but oh well.

I was on the train at Broadway Lafayette today and there was a huge protest about Jordan Neely (who was accidentally killed after being so erratic 2 NYCers felt they had to restrain him). He died after being placed in a choke hold. The man who initially grabbed and held him was a 24 year old marine, as well as another strap hanger who stepped in to help him, because Mr. Neely was so erratic they felt they were all in danger.

I’ll link the full story in my comments.

No arrests were made following the death of Jordan Neely, and now BLM is going nuts saying his “murderer” is “a vigilante” who should be prosecuted for murder.

Yet no one talks about the fact that “Jordan Neely had been arrested more than 40 times on the subway for crimes like public lewdness and assaulting a senior citizen.”

“According to sources, witnesses to his final moments told police Neely was erratic and hostile — but it’s not clear if he was threatening violence.”

Now, I’m not saying what happened was right, but I don’t think anyone intended to kill him. And I think his actions caused others to believe he could and may be a danger to other riders, so much so that 2 mem stepped up to prevent that. Jordan Neely died in the process. Sad story, but…

I saw the protest first hand, and the cops showed incredible restraint whilst having insults hurled at them (including a black officer who got called a “traitorous Uncle Tom house negro”, spittle hitting his face from a protester screaming not 5 inches from it. Credit to him, as I couldn’t have handed it so well, but I digress.

Jordan’s death sucked, but in this specific case I think BLM just jumped immediately into turning this into an opportunity to make a martyr out of someone, while calling for a marine to be charged with murder, when Neeley was screaming about how he didn’t care if he died and acting aggressively towards others (and records show this was a pattern of his, including assaulting a senior citizen). God knows what he wasn’t caught for.

That is a simple truth people won’t wanna hear but there it is.

This story really highlights a few different issues.

One is the desperate need for more places to treat and house unstable, mentally disabled homeless people (not to mention what to do with those who have records of assaulting people).

Then we have the issue of treating and rehabilitating drug addicted homeless (who have and are posing serious public safety hazards to everyday commutors). I don’t mean all of them, but there is a huge increase in assaults and murders on the subway committed by quite a few of them.

Next is the fact that NYCs justice system is completely overwhelmed, and allowing people who have violent records to go back onto the streets regardless of how many times they have repeatedly committed both violent and non violent crimes, over and over, time and time again.

No one should have over 40 charges in just a few years’ time and still be allowed back onto the streets, especially when they are unwilling to get help and unwilling to change their criminal behavior.

Which leaves everyday New Yorkers at risk of being harassed, harangued, threatened and assaulted, with a feeling of utter helplessness. Not to mention the police, who have finally begun arresting and charging people with quality of life crimes, at a loss for what to do when our system simply isn’t capable of dealing with the humongous amount of those who need help, let alone those who refuse any help.

Many homeless are unwilling to utilize any help offered by the city, and are completely opposed to even talking to the scores of social workers (putting their own lives at risk) who are going into the community offering help with housing, treatment and food. I live in the Bronx. I am a witness to this.

The fact is NYC is in crisis, and has been for a while. The Mayor’s office has pumped a lot into housing, treatment and building affordable homes and programs to help those who want it. Yet there are those who will not, who continue to pose a serious threat to public safety. Which leaves us ill equipped to deal with this in any realistic capacity, as we have no options but to utilize an already over burdened justice system.

The amount of assaults (and public health and safety hazards) caused by the mentally unstable, sometimes drug addicted, homeless have reached an all time high (and if you ride the subways you know this). I have never felt scared until these past few years to ride the subways as I am now, and I am really glad the police are back out in force and arresting people again.

We cannot continue to allow repeat offenders, especially violent offenders, to get off without any consequences. The fact that Neely was arrested over 40 times in recent years, and for assaulting a senior citizen, is a perfect example of this.

What happened to him is unfortunate, but I for one, feel a bit better knowing he won’t be a danger to anyone, including himself, anymore. The marine who held him down is probably traumatized as hell and believed he was protecting his fellow NYCers. Doubt he cared if Jordan was black, white or purple.

This was not a racially motovated attack. It’s just a very sad, very fucked-up story. And there will probably be more stories like this as New yorkers take their safety into their own hands as we have been forced to.

This marine was not a vigilante. And, unfortunately, Jordan was no innocent.

So let’s stop making martyrs out of criminals.

There are plenty of people for BLM to stand up for. Jordan, unfortunately, is not one of them. And the cops don’t deserve the amount of hatred and nastiness being spewed at them. Not this time.

They’re the ones putting on a uniform that makes them a target, while getting treated like garbage, knowing the state of the city right now. They do their jobs anyway. God knows the NYPD isn’t perfect, but this tragic tale is just being used as an excuse for more division, and made into something it never should have been.

If we spent half as much time actually addressing the underlying causes, and working on real solutions to them, as was taken to organize and rally this protest, which isn’t worth a protest anyway, we’d all be better off.

I am a proud liberal, Democrat, civil, womens and LGBTQ rights activist and supporter. Always have been, always will be. I will always stand for equality and against injustice. This case, however, is just the sad result of a conglomeration of much larger, systemic issues that need addressing.

In my opinion, instead of fighting each other and causing further divisions, we should be making moves to prevent another tragic tale such as this one from happening again. It starts with us not being overreactive and using every excuse as a reason to further divide us. And it’s a damn shame that this story is being twisted into anything more than the absolutely sad situation it is.

We have bigger fish to fry. And we can’t fry them unless we stop being reactionary and twisting stories like this into something they aren’t.

That’s my two cents, anyway, as a woman born and raised in NYC, who rides the subway, and has watched our city turn into what it has. Take it for what it’s worth, or don’t. I just felt this needed to be said.

***

Sharon’s story has two after notes. The medical examiner who posted the body later concluded the death a homicide because the decedent’s neck had been compressed.

Sharon was also personally attacked by BLM protesters who asked, “Where’s my forty acres, you white bitch? You need to make reparations!” He added that he also wanted a mule.

The coroner’s report changes things. But it’s at most an accidental death: these men had only the safety of others in mind. Will they be prosecuted? Of course they will. The state fears what will happen if they don’t a lot more than they fear doing an injustice to two men who acted to help, not to kill. Their lives are now forfeit; anywhere they go, they will be hunted. One or both will turn up dead. Because a mob yelling obscenities to police who weren’t even involved is madness. Couple that with outrage, and you only end up with trouble. It’s unavoidable.

The Rise Of Nazi America

No, I’m not engaging in hype. Nor is the title a joke. In truth, this has been coming for a long time.

I read an article. Does anyone remember the SCORPION Unit? The Memphis Police Department 40-man unit accused this January of beating Tyre Nichols to death? The “SCORPION 5” were the five officers of the MPD unit involved in the death. The unit was disbanded. The fallout was inevitable. Under pressure, MPD buried the SCORPION.

But there’s a problem. It’s two-fold: crimes and the public fear they generate, and a police department unable to handle it with no more fallout. How can such a balance be possible?

There is no way. It’s gone too far. So when talk of a new, smaller unit to calm the youth crime problems reached the public, well….

Let’s just start at the beginning.

When SCORPION was involved and held responsible for beating Nichols so severely that he died, there were some who didn’t care, and of course that’s always true in any case of injustice. But questions had to be asked: how many police “special units” had done this type of thing? How did special units always seem to devolve into something less than what they were intended to be? How many times had people been killed by special units, especially in urban, high-crime areas, such as the ones SCORPION was charged with patrolling?

Those kinds of questions don’t get much in the way of answers, but we know the root cause. That is, if you give any military or police unit a designated task and the area of operations is open to attack or is in high crime or free-fire zones, all hell breaks loose. Most people know that power corrupts. The more power given, the more corrupt the empowered become.

Given specific designations, then placed in areas where soldiers or police are under extraordinary stress for almost the entirety of their tour or shift, everything necessary for extreme conflict is in place. You know what happens next.

The few men and women with law enforcement or military operations charged with keeping order while under constant pressure, or fear, inevitably cross a line that they become less concerned with each time they go out. More research must be done to help military command and police training and supervision understand and therefore more capable of mitigating the circumstances that cause the horrendous results of their own failure or ability to train and dispatch personnel.

You immediately think, Hey, just weed out the assholes, but it’s not so easy. Of course, there are trainees that fail to make the cut, but it is sobering to stop and be careful with a judgement like that. Some trainees do very well under controlled conditions, and they do equally well in initial field conditions.

They may even distinguish themselves as exemplary. But under fire, or in a high pressure, dangerous area, usually for extended shifts or days, they can and do overreact to the point of displaying a desperation and self protection that clearly is not warranted. It happens to soldiers and police and even security guards. Fight or flight goes out the door, replaced with no choice but to fight. At that point, fear and rage overtake the person and adrenaline courses like a high surf through their brain. They cannot think.

Those situations I understand because so many of us have been there: an impossible task, a wrong turn, a few random variables, and suddenly we are there.

What I do not understand is two or more police officers beating or shooting one individual to death. In a suspect who is on drugs there lies the potential for extreme danger. Hey, we get it. They don’t react to tasers and stun guns. Forget bean bags, pepper spray and gas. Nothing but a split second stands between you and death, or another person’s death, as is the case with a hostage when there’s no time for talk. That kind of decision I hope you never have to make. I’m glad I never did.

But then, even when a police shooting is clearly justified, what happens? The media. Soon, they have you questioning what you can see right there on the screen.

And then there is the nightmare stuff. Brutality and excessive force. I remember the night I saw the footage of the Rodney King beating. I had never seen anything like it. I knew that violence would follow. It did. And it was terrifying and sickening. It was never close to the ’65 and ’68 riots, but I didn’t remember much of those because there was less footage, most was on film, and reporters couldn’t remain in an area for long.

But after Rodney King, it kept happening. Then smart phones came along. Everyone had footage.

But there was immediately a problem. Both police and civilians edited the footage. And the media made everything worse.

Prior to the early 1970s, I rarely ever heard of a police officer getting shot. It happens all the time now.

Cops are in extreme danger every time they hit the streets. No matter where they are.

Republicans won’t do anything about the gun problem. The National Rifle Association was regaled by republican party dicks recently. Mike Pence was there. His reception was almost comical. But the scariest part is, the NRA was vetting candidates. And that’s a joke because they’re pro-MAGA and so are all republican politicians and voters. Because if by now you still call yourself a republican, you’re a MAGA party member. The NRA just wants to know who to support. Because mass shootings are too common and people are on the edge. Responsible gun owners are also involved because right wing media has brainwashed them into believing that if democrats get majority numbers in the House and Senate, their hunting rifles will be outlawed. Squads of police will come to take away their boy’s BB rifles.

This is a terrifying truth. They believe the lies. They really believe them.

Now that guns are open carry in places, the nuts can feel much safer buying what they want. AR-15 style rifles have more accessories than an Armani wardrobe. They’re often the weapon of choice in mass shootings. Gun sellers are not held to common standards of even the slightest responsibility in background checks and identification. Gun manufacturers will never be liable for the use of their products. There are no consequences to anyone except victims and their families. Even insurance companies refuse to pay out under whatever circumstances they care to quote. The families often get left to pay hospital bills, specialists, ambulance bills, funeral costs and more, making them victims all over again.

With guns everywhere, crime rising because of rising costs, drugs and more, we can see why the police are overwhelmed. And let’s get one thing straight right now: we all know that law and order meant something well before it was the title of shitty TV shows and spin-offs. We need our police. Life without them is not life. It’s death.

But solutions aren’t forthcoming, obvious or even reasonable when presented. And making it all worse, there are cops on the job who are idiots and racists, itching to take a shot at anyone in any groups or races whom they hate. Courts have convicted some killer cops, but for the most part, they get let free, and some get to go back to their jobs. The innocent cops are ruined even when exonerated. They will relocate, perhaps changing their name, but doomed for the rest of their lives to look over their shoulders.

The SCORPION Unit may be gone, but the MPD has conceived a new unit tasked with countering the “influx of calls” regarding teens and young adults in the city who are engaging in things like “soliciting” or selling candy, playing loud music and dancing.

It may be difficult to understand one side of this, because that side – the police side – has set vague guidelines for the small unit. Eight officers under two sergeants and a lieutenant would have to decide who to detain, and it gets more confusing when you read that there would be a prohibition against officers taking a detainee to a residence. The juveniles would be taken into custody until parents are called. But parents stand to pay a high price; upon taking custody of their child, they would be issued a court summons. That almost guarantees a fine or worse. And if parents don’t show up in a timely fashion in the eyes of officers, they would be charged with neglect or child abandonment and have that child handed over to CPS!

At the root of this is teens scaring or intimidating or disturbing citizens in some way or another. That goes on in every city in the entire country. But what inevitably follows is racial profiling, stop and frisk, questionable detentions because of judgement calls by officers who, by nature, would be overwhelmed from the minute they started up. Judging who has the radio that’s up too loud, trying to round up dancers in the street, or breaking up a basketball game is risky. It’s unconstitutional to take certain actions anyway, but who decides what inappropriate clothing is? They would call it indecent exposure and come on, now. That’s too thin. Republicans in Washington have banned their own (politicians) women from going sleeveless while in session. Are arms indecent now? This really makes no sense. Republicans typically behave worse when it comes to sex, but scandalous or just not caught yet means everything. If Donald Trump paid Stormy Daniels hush money it was because he was pandering to the religious conservatives who have quickies and never remove their clothes during sex, so they can get back to their daily scripture reading as quickly as possible. And it doesn’t matter if they download porn in their pastor’s study, or if they are pastors: they fear “religious oppression” and will bankroll conservatives every time. Main reason: they make a lot of money off parishioners and that is something more important than faith any day, and every day in-between. What is indecent exposure? Who decides? Conservatives.

Don’t get me wrong here: if a person is stark naked in public, they’re breaking the law. If some guy pulls out his weenie to piss, and someone sees it, that’s indecent exposure. A park flasher should be taken away for a full mental evaluation, no doubt about it. But look, conservatives take basic truths and twist them into pretzels. So a guy wearing boxers and low riding jeans may not show good taste, but if you see no skin, that is not indecent exposure.

I’ve heard men at shopping centers yell at young women to go home and “put some clothes on”. But there was never a law prohibiting cleavage and legs. Even though some don’t approve, mostly because insecure men don’t want to see what they can’t have. It scares them. Then they go home and beat off. Fucking headcases.

How does it look to the world that sees this country as a nation of barbarians in the first place, then reads progressively worse news stories in articles in their own country? European free countries have always, in general, thought us a bit eccentric in our mores and sexual hang-ups. But imagine police in America patrolling in cruisers, looking for kids wearing miniskirts and low-riders. Fascism, or nazism?

The issue is not, ultimately, law and order, it is actually going to turn into one of backlash and civil unrest. And while some will believe that eight field officers and three supervisors might not be able to cause much trouble, we have all seen what one rogue cop can do.

As of this writing, the city officials denied that this unit was even in existence and that it was a concept that was proposed but never approved. Yet names of officers clearly appeared in at least one source, either a written draft or in a MPD video. It is a likely testament to the power of outraged civilians howling in protest that the unit’s existence is being denied.

That same outcry occurred just days ago in Missouri after an 84-year-old white man shot a black youth through his closed front door. Arriving at the wrong house to pick up his younger brothers around 22:00, the man answered the door, said “Don’t come around here again” and shut the door. Then he fired two .32 caliber rounds through his front door, nearly killing the black boy who only wanted to get his kid brothers home safely. A piece of shit Saturday Night Special.

Originally the police arrested the elderly maniac, but let him go because (of a law no one really understands) said he could shoot his gun at anyone who caused him to fear for his personal safety. It’s either legally or euphemistically called the “Stand Your Ground” law.

But there was immediate and serious backlash from the Kansas City residents. They gathered, chanted “fight back!” and their numbers grew. The shooter’s house was vandalized. The police knew that it wasn’t going well and thought the matter through a bit more. Nobody shoots through their front door. And firing twice, scoring two hits, including a head shot? That’s not luck. That’s someone whose senses are remarkable for anyone at that age. A maniac with intent and ability. And a whole lot of racial hate.

He was arrested on charges of attempted murder and some bullshit misdemeanor which he’ll plead down to and serve 6 months house arrest.

But whatever comes of it, he will have to relocate. His life will only be worth one round of 9mm ammunition. Nothing more. Because things are building up to a point which I don’t want to imagine, but have anyway, hundreds of times.

There is no way to avoid it. Neither party is willing to bend. Gun control is not possible. Republicans argue that in Nazi Germany Hitler restricted all firearms in the civilian population. This is utterly ridiculous and it was the Weimar Republic that did that, but the Third Reich actually allowed civilians belonging to the Nazi Party to own guns. Political dissidents meanwhile, whether German or not, were shipped out to prison camps. Any not being so condemned were not just restricted from owning guns, but had other tortures held aside for them. Being monitored by the Gestapo arm of the Schustaffel would have been shameful and full of constant fear. Neighbors would spy, even lie about one’s activities to score points for themselves and some kind of favor.

Back then, what is often overlooked is that it wasn’t just Jews who got sent to die, by machine gunners, by Xyclon B, medical experiments, being cooked in ovens, or starvation and exposure, but also gay men and women, bisexuals, the mentally ill, Christians and anyone who, by Himmler and Heydrich’s standards were not fit to breathe German air.

Many falsehoods exist concerning the German Nazis, but with all that they did, using them as an example to use against gun control is lame, a lie that today often gets used by Republicans here in the US. The argument is illogical at least, comical at most. It assumes that an armed citizenry prevents tyranny. No source backs this up; the evidence is to the contrary if anything. Using the Revolutionary War doesn’t work either. The further reasoning is that if they use this argument, democrats will see reason because they fear tyranny most of all. While, plainly visible but never admitted aloud, republicans are the party choking out personal civil rights. The proof is in the stacked Supreme Court laying the groundwork for abortion to be banned in every state. It reversed the Roe versus Wade decision and handed the right of individual states to allow or ban abortions.

In extreme cases it is illegal to get an abortion even if pregnancy is caused by rape and incestuous rape. A minor cannot abort her father’s baby. That’s how it used to be, and it wasn’t that long ago. For a developed country yes, World, we are barbarians. In Nazi Germany, abortion was legal but had to be approved. That’s not to extoll the greatness of a mass-genocidal regime; merely to illustrate how we are headed for something far more oppressive. And that should terrify everyone, but they don’t see it coming. They don’t even think it’s possible.

Other restrictions are adding up by the day. The state of Florida will never be the same after DeSantis leaves the Governor’s mansion.

He’s signed the “Don’t say gay” bill and expanded it to all grades. It prohibits all sex education teaching and is aimed mostly at gay and bisexual kids. Because you can, of course, teach kids not to be gay. If they can’t be taught what it is, or accidentally read about it in some library book, they’ll never think about being gay, right? Right?

And if you ban “harmful drag queen story time”, then….

I can’t finish that sentence. We’re going the same way all oppression forced on societies throughout history has gone – into absurdity.

He’s also banned any history classes on African Americans and their culture, and the term “climate change” has been banned. Also, books vanished from all school libraries because his restrictions on literature are impossible for anyone to understand, much less use as a guide for picking which books are acceptable (hint: the answer is none anyway).

It is the republican party that draws us closer to any form of Nazi or fascist, totalitarian government. They refuse to save children from guns but will not help a rape victim care for her baby with government assistance. They want social security and all other benefits immediately banned. People dying by the numbers will not be enough for them. People imprisoned for not having jobs because they’re disabled is not far-fetched. Not anymore. Global warming will not be a problem for them either. They simply claim it is not real. Restricting the causes is not as important to republicans as providing tax breaks to the worst conglomerates who cause it.

For years I’ve repeatedly claimed that we were at a crossroads and that serious problems had to be addressed.

Nothing has changed unless you consider things getting worse a change.

There are innovative ways people are working on to help, but the problem with global warming is that when consumers are offered choices, they often resist change. And they’ve been misled because most electric power is generated by burning fossil fuel, so charging an electric car just adds to, rather than alleviates, the emissions of carbon.

Confused people also can’t decide if wind farms are good or bad because of men like Donald Trump who claimed if the wind stopped your favorite TV show wouldn’t continue, that birds by the millions are killed by them and that dangerous fields surrounded them. But there’s always one way to figure the truth out for yourself: Donald Trump never tells the truth. About anything.

Nor do his acolytes, who for reasons of having power or not wishing to be ostracized, will back him up ceaselessly.

The oppression and the deceit builds up. It never makes any sense, but it’s happening. It will get worse. Like a snowball in a cartoon, rolling downhill, movements like this get bigger, build speed, and become incredibly powerful.

To conclude, oppression and tyranny are coming to power and will rule this land with no fucking mercy. In this moment, we still have choices. It’s critical that we make the right ones, because tomorrow, our freedom of choice could be taken away. Our allies will not help. They will turn away. Men in power and weak, crazy women who act as their false prophets (looking at you, Marjorie Taylor Green, Lauren Boebert) will relentlessly hound people like generic liberals, progressives, and single out the LGBTQ+population as well as Blacks and Hispanics and persecute them relentlessly. They clearly hate Pride Day, MLK’s birthday and Black Lives Matter, and have already silenced the Me Too Movement. Partly, of course, through media silence, partly with cash and partly with threats and intimidation. Ron DeSantis has targeted Disney, his own state’s biggest attraction and generator of business and tourism. Because Disney stood up for LGBTQ+ rights. That is mind-boggling, going to war with that which keeps your state taking in money. Madness!

I have been fortunate in my life to have known many gay and lesbian friends. They enriched my soul and taught me great lessons. Of the friends I’ve left behind, as we all do throughout our lives, they were the most understanding and loyal, helpful and protective. Their souls were radiant, and I miss them all. Had I grown up in a bubble as my father wished me to, I would never have known and gotten close to great friends. I would not have learned anything. To have hatred and bigotry limit your potential friends is spiritual suicide. And most of my friends, the ones I can count on?

Well, they’re black. I’ve shared rent in a two-bedroom condo with my closest friend for almost 9 years now. We don’t fight, don’t argue. We don’t share food or a budget, but live separatey, yet we are friends, respectful and honest. We can go to each other for help, and either one of us would give his life to save the other. We mourn together when tragedy strikes. When my son was alive, having been raised by a racist grandmother, mother and step-father, Larry was able to show him that respect and decency still counted. My son loved him, and even asked how he was doing when he called me. When he visited, they brought out the best in each other with playful, nonsensical banter. After Mike Jr. passed away, I believe it hurt Larry very much, but he fights hard against some of his emotions. He’s suffered loss too, a lot of it, too much, really. He realized Mikey would never visit us again and he didn’t know how to handle it. I told him softly, “Man, did that boy love you.” And he looked as if he understood. But he still never spoke about it.

All we have in this life is each other, you, me, and the Larrys and Michael Juniors of this world. In whatever time we have here, we’re supposed to make a difference. We have no right to make things worse or to hurt others. What my son and best friend shared opened Mike’s mind to reality and a world he had not seen before. And love. It’s the greatest thing any two people can share.

What a shame it is that so many miss out on that. What a horrible thing to aim hate at people you’ve been taught to mistrust. It makes whatever is looming in our path more inescapable. It seals a fate none will enjoy.

America will never become a Nazi power.

It will be far, far worse. Do not allow that.

Stop The Bleeding!

The following article is very disturbing and caution is advised. If you feel anxious, triggered, or otherwise upset in any way, know first that you have my undying respect: you have a good soul. Second, please don’t hesitate to close this window. My next post may be more to your liking.

The following events are on record. The network, cable, streaming and internet news will not, and has not, told you the truth. I will.

Mass Shootings in the United States of America March 1 through April 10, 2023

1 March- Kansas City, MO: 3 police officers wounded, firefight and standoff. Terminated by shooter’s suicide.

4 March- Los Angeles CA: 5 wounded near beach.

4 March- Douglasville, GA: 2 killed, 6 wounded at a party

4 March- Cape Girardeau, MO: 5 wounded outside bar.

5 March- Shreveport LA: 4 wounded outside church, drive-by.

5 March- Bolingbrook IL: 3 killed (2 minors), 1 wounded, home invasion.

5 March- Lake City, FL: 4 wounded.

6 March- LA Riviera, LA: 2 killed, 2 wounded, domestic violence.

6 March- Memphis TN: 2 killed, 2 wounded, domestic violence.

7 March- Memphis TN: 4 wounded.

8 March- Pine Bluffs, AR: 2 killed, 2 wounded in parked car.

8 March- Los Angeles, CA: firefight; shooter fired at officers, terminated when shooter was killed.

10 March- Miami Lakes, FL: 5 killed including shooter (murder-suicide).

12 March- Dallas, TX: 4 wounded, northwest section.

13 March- Lubbock, TX: 4 wounded.

14 March- near Birmingham, AL: 4 killed at 2 locations by same shooter.

15 March- Modesto, CA: 2 killed, 2 wounded at residence.

18 March- Dallas, TX: 4 wounded, road incident.

18 March- Chicago, IL: 3 shooters wounded 4 in South Shore.

18 March- Columbus, OH: 2 killed, 4 wounded, nightclub.

20 March- Milwaukee, WS: 1 killed (minor), 5 wounded.

21 March- Sumter, SC: 4 killed (3 minors, 1 adult) terminated by shooter’s suicide.

21 March- Trenton, NJ: 4 wounded, drive-by.

23 March- Baltimore, MD: 1 killed, 5 wounded, west side.

25 March- Shreveport, LA: 1 killed, 5 wounded. Multiple shooters fired randomly at pedestrians.

26 March- Girl Scouts HQ, Brooklyn Center, MN: parking lot; 6 minors wounded after more than 50 rounds were fired by shooter.

26 March- Minden, LA: 4 wounded at family event.

26 March- Hempstead, NY: 4 wounded at birthday party.

26 March- Little Rock, AR: 2 killed, 5 wounded.

26 March- Philadelphia, PA: 2 killed, 2 wounded, northside.

27 March- Milwaukee, WI: 5 wounded at restaurant and bar.

27 March- Nashville, TN: Covenant School Massacre; 3 children, 3 adults killed, shooter killed by police.

29 March- Memphis, TN: 2 killed, 5 wounded, restaurant parking lot.

April

1 April- Baltimore, MD: 3 killed, 1 wounded, northeast section.

1 April- Los Angeles, CA: 1 killed, 3 wounded; Trader Joe’s parking lot.

1 April- Oklahoma City, OK: 3 killed, 3 wounded at a bar during a biker firefight.

2 April- Moreno Valley, CA: 2 adults, 2 minors wounded.

2 April- Washington DC: 4 wounded on MLK JR. Ave S.E.

2 April- Fayetteville, NC: 1 killed, 4 wounded at a hookah lounge.

3 April- Pueblo, CO: 1 killed (minor), 3 wounded.

3 April- Atlanta, GA: 1 killed, 3 wounded at a temple.

3 April- Jackson, TN: 5 found in car, 4 wounded.

4 April- Philadelphia, PA: 1 killed, 4 wounded in Kensington.

5 April- Kansas City, KS: 3 police, 3 suspects wounded during fentanyl investigation.

5 April- Virginia Beach, VA: 4 wounded.

6 April- Philadelphia, PA: 4 wounded in northside section.

7 April- Park Forest, IL: 1 killed, 3 wounded at a fan gathering.

7 April- New Orleans, LA: 5 wounded (2 minors) on Interstate 10.

7 April- Isle of Palms, SC: 6 wounded on beach.

8 April- Harris County, TX: 4 wounded at apartment complex.

9 April- Orlando, FL: 3 killed, 2 wounded after Easter egg hunt in a park.

10 April- Louisville, KY: 5 killed, 9 wounded at a bank; employee was the shooter.

Some Notes:

This is a small slice in time. Do not be led to believe that if you count the number of dead, that these shootings aren’t as bad as you would have thought. Every shooting and, of course, every mass shooting, is extremely traumatic even to bystanders. The lives of the wounded, the surviving families of the killed, are forever changed, and their pain should never be minimized by anyone.

Also note that I have made no note of shooting victims who were wounded critically. The reason: they may yet be counted among the dead. It can takes months to die or to walk out of a hospital. Also, of the critically wounded, let us respect their and their family’s privacy. They’re already dealing with too much. No one has the right to make things worse.

One more point, then I’ll let you go: I have made no note of the weapons used. To me, it does not matter. It is too easy to get hand guns and they kill too; although assault rifles and their horrifying accessories are way more than any citizen should be allowed to have in their possession, much less buy so easily. To this author a person murdered is tragic in the extreme. And I will never understand the reasons minors are so often a shooter’s target of choice. Anyone who says they know why these things happened is full of shit. Aren’t there already enough liars defending this national tragedy? To the rest of the world we’re animals.

They’ve got that right.

Donald Trump Indicted

Q: What’s something most people don’t understand?

A: The simple truth that to learn, one must accept that they know nothing.

It has finally happened. Donald Trump has been indicted in New York for using campaign funds to, through Michael Cohen, pay porn star Stormy Daniels (whom Trump now calls “horseface”) to not disclose her sexual liaisons with Trump while his wife Melania was giving birth or directly after or both.

Donald “Grabem-by-the-Pussy” Trump is like a little brat-bully boy who can’t stand that Daniels told not only that the “affair” (adultery) happened (I doubt she had feelings for him) but also had the audacity to describe his penis as being “musgroom-shaped”. So insulted was he that, in retaliation, his tiny brain struggled to find a name to call one of her body parts something mean.

Yes, that’s what he came up with.

Horseface.

“You call me a name, I’ll call you a name, na, na-na, na nah!” Why didn’t he let it slip out, “I’m gonna tell on you!”

“Horseface”? Stephanie is quite lovely, to be honest. I’d post a photo of a horse but nobody would see any resemblance.

Keep in mind that Michael Cohen has already served time for his part in the payoff.

High time, then, that the man who sent him to do it and then threw him to the wolves pays for his own crime.

As for Mike Pence: for four years he was a milquetoast and a do-nothing who hated gays because he had his own issues. Then, for one moment in his life, he did the right thing. Now, he’s a worse example of a human being than before. If you read between the lines in the video above, he’s clearly all for obstruction of justice.

And finally we come to Marjorie Taylor Green. As bad as I feel about it, I can’t even pray for her. She’s evil, delusional and highly dangerous to our country.

I intend to go out fighting this evil and madness. I’ll get re-engaged with local politicians and I’ll donate or volunteer if possible. We all lose if Republicans carry the day in the next election. That would have serious consequences for not only us, but for the world.

Those Eerie Backrooms

“From the most innocent and mundane come the things we fear the most.”

–Michael Smith, blogger, 20 January, 2023.

I’ve often had feelings of unease and then a questioning of reality during and following innocent errands, trips to new places (most of which were hardly “new” but new to me, as in, places I’d never been before.

Most recently, and perhaps significantly as well, was a trip to an oddly generic office building in Ellicott City. I was to see an ophthalmology specialist, a plastic surgeon.

Driven there by my healthcare worker who accompanied me to the suite, I was struck immediately by the ordinary familiarity with it. I had been to the location before, I was certain of it. I knew the area well, as it contains a somewhat infamous and infuriating intersection, known for accidents, road rage and confusion among drivers because of limited vision ahead and the lack of automatic signal. There is one close by, but it only makes the problem of entering its intersection worse. You never forget such a place because traffic backs up ahead of the intersection itself by an obsolete merge area with little allowance for courtesy or patience. Yes. I’d been here before. It even has a place in my novel.

Upon entering the building, I was gripped by an uncanny feeling which had the promise of getting more serious.

Not Déjà Vu. I knew I’d been in the building so that particular sensation was not present. Of course, it had been sufficiently into the past that I could not recall which doctor or practice I had been there to see, and of course that causes people to be distracted on a somewhat semi conscious level. And this, I suppose, could contribute to what I experienced next.

My healthcare worker punched the elevator button for the second floor and the doors closed. Assuming that we were on the first floor, it took too long to reach the second floor. It was wrong, just as the tiny lobby had been wrong. I actually said to her that I didn’t like the whole building because it just felt “off”. She pretty much ignored this and that’s as it should be. But as we turned a corner to walk through one of two long hallways, it felt even more off, as if I had entered some sort of parallel universe, one I did not belong in. It felt like it wasn’t real, as if staying there would result in some nebulous but unfortunate outcome.

Once we reached the proper office suite, it should have cleared up. In different spaces, energy, temperature and pressure can have slight changes. These could explain why one suddenly forgets why they have gone to the kitchen, which happens to everyone. We stand, vacantly staring, until we either remember our reason for being there, or give up. It’s so common an experience that no one really feels fearful of it.

The reception area was generic, but small; so much so that an appropriately wallpapered support beam stood in the center of the room. This subconsciously forces one to picture the building at its barebone newest appearance before finishing carpentry crews moved in. It’s there, but you never really put much thought to it unless you’re an architect, who of course would know the entire building on sight and see its blueprint in his or her mind.

In practice, though, it adds a certain claustrophobic element, and various reactions from annoyance to terror are probably felt quite plainly by incoming clients. Around this county it is common structure. I’ve seen it before but there is always something that makes each suite different: these range from what type of practice or other business uses the space, but all have at least light touches which make them unique in some fashion. The counter at the reception window had at the right end a large silver-colored candle box, usually associated with Christmas decorations of an old-fashioned lantern vein. I’ve wanted one for years. Never seen one before except in advertising or as elements in holiday season wallpapers for computers and phones.

That’s what I think of as a grounding point. It is real.

Or is it? You’ll question everything before you leave here, old man.

There comes a moment when that voice speaks inside you, and at least a good number, no matter how much in the minority they are, believe once again that their perception proves that we are living in a simulation.

Personally, my take on “simulation reality” is that it would still prove the existence of God; a higher being, a creator, and that our souls are who and what we really are, and physical life in our sense is temporary, fleeting, but very real.

In other words, who built the machine? It’s a way for people to account for their anti-religious stances while paradoxically also proving that they can in fact believe in some higher being.

The doctor saw me, and in his examination room, a small picture hung. A depiction of a doctor and patient as if painted in Ancient Egypt. It was singularly remarkable, another grounding object.

But wait, did I really see it, or was it some trick because I’m about to replay “Assassin’s Creed Origins”, a game which takes place in Ancient Egypt?

Come on, now, this questioning of ordinary life is really getting out of hand.

That wasn’t the end of this weird excursion. Oh, no. It gets worse.

Having set the date for the optic surgery, having also been reassured that I did not have cancer, you’d think I’d feel all set. I should have; after covid-19’s initial outbreak and disruption of most healthcare concerns, I’m finally taking care of myself.

My healthcare worker had left after checking in. I had to go downstairs and call her. I left the office, and right outside of the door, there was this old man. Really old, and he was bent as he walked, concealing his face. Immediately he struck me as sinister, and after asking him which direction the elevator was in (a generic hallway, exit signs at both ends, and the lack of anything to regain one’s bearings especially if vision impaired is unsettling), I got the idea that I’d just asked the devil which way to go.

I followed him at a lagging pace. I had severe misgivings, however hilarious they seem now, about getting on an elevator with him and going the opposite direction of up.

I passed a door marked “women” and decided I’d use the men’s room. But I couldn’t find it. I really did need to go; I’d had a glass of water with my meds before leaving. I said to the old man, who was now insisting that I get on the elevator, where the Men’s room was. He pointed but paused, so I told him to go ahead. He did, but didn’t he seem disappointed?

Entering the latrine was completely disequilibrating: it, too, was all wrong. The urinal was too small in proportion to the room and in comparison to every other pisser I’d ever seen!

The same generic wallpaper was there, yellowish-beige, a very unsettling color if ever I saw one. The only way it could have been worse was if they were blood-red or all black.

I went to wash my hands and found the hottest water I had felt since slipping while making pasta and plunging my left hand into boiling water. Had the old man really been the devil, and was he now punishing me for not going down on the elevator with him?

Back at the elevator, I noticed a door to a suite adorned with enormous silver laurel leaves: who does that, I wondered. It is bizarre and out of place and gave me the flying shits. I had to get out of this unholy place!

Pushed the button for the first floor. Exited the elevator only to find myself looking through a huge window onto the parking lot below. I stepped back into the elevator and found a button marked “LL” — Lower Level. I hesitated. I knew it was the floor we had entered the building on, but why mark it such when it should be the first floor? I wondered if the old man would be waiting, if the elevator would take me below ground. Far below ground. All of this seems silly now, because at no time did I feel panic. It was all disorienting and creepy, but not frightening. Except for the old man, who in reality must have been acting out of kindness. Still, the whole setting contributed to my perception, and in future, more consideration must be given to ensure that the layout and aesthetics of buildings comfort rather than the opposite. Because once outside, I felt better, less oppressed in the rain and cold air.

LIMINAL

There’s creepy pasta all over the internet, so much that there’s always more to catch up on. One of them involves “liminal spaces”. The first story and accompanying photograph involved something called “noclipping” a sort of transport into another reality, almost always accidentally. One ends up in a liminal space, like an office floor with yellow walls and absolutely no people or even furnishings. There is nothing but miles of connecting offices and one can actually become trapped there. Coming from 4chan initially, this concept has of course migrated to reddit, where it has been added to. Now long hallways exist in which you can walk until you die and never find a way out. Noclipping is a new concept for me, (I’ve encountered it in video games) but I take it to mean an accident during normal travel which deposits one into an alternate, in-between reality.

I have encountered the feeling before. Once, a very long time ago, in the 1980s when mega-malls were the next great part of the American Dream, I had to deliver a carpet to a shop called T-shirts Plus in the White Marsh Mall. The mall was unfinished, and that’s not an experience I’ve ever wanted to repeat. I walked through the mall with a heavy roll of Burlington Industries carpet slung over my shoulder (I was so much younger then) and the only comfort was a few construction workers above me.

While it was fascinating to see the mall in incomplete condition, it was also unnerving and uncomfortable. With the failure of malls to survive Reaganomics, and finally strip malls and online shopping, urban exploration has become popular, as have the recorded proof, both visual and auditory, of such risky endeavors. Trespassing is one thing; risking one’s life and limb quite another.

Liminal spaces are a real fear, although unquantified and little known, that I believe has been with us for a very long time. Whether psychologists want to examine the phenomenon, I can’t say, but it certainly does seem to qualify for scrutiny. It appeals to a fear of being lost and never found, a fear of being watched or menaced by an unseen force or being, a fear of being trapped, closed-in, and even of open spaces.

And while I believe these fears to be ancient in origin, I believe it all comes from one fear more than any others: the loss of control over one’s own life.

Since I have never been in control and believe that the concept of it is delusion and unreal, I have nothing to fear.

But yesterday, I came very close.

The old man was no devil. But in heightened awareness, when one suffers from various maladies, the wrong surroundings can make one believe almost anything.

Perhaps no one can explain the phenomenon more concisely than the Why Files personalities A.J. and Hecklefish. Here is the episode that gives us the skinny on liminal spaces and how they have entered pop culture.

And if you should find yourself somewhere strange, a featureless, empty space which evokes a feeling of the uncanny, of being menaced, trapped or lost, don’t worry.

You aren’t really alone.

Good News, Bad News

Okay, let’s have the bad news first. In California, the BA.5 subvariant of the Omicron variant of COVID-19 has a fearful trait. Once in the body it replicates faster and more efficiently than its predecessors. And it ain’t gonna go away, so wherever you are, prepare. Keep masking, distance yourself from others, and keep safe. Get updates on boosters whenever they’re available and you should be good to go.

According to NBC News, a New York Times poll shows that 75 percent of Republicans still support Donald Trump, still believe his lies and would vote for him again. Morons.

And just to show you how much the world regards women as cattle, let’s say hello to Vincent McMahon of WWE fame. The majority shareholder of the company has been outed for paying 12 million dollars in NDAs, or hush money, to women he sexually abused, including at least one woman in his employ as a wrestler. It’s so bad that, after forcing her to perform oral sex on him and she refused further contact of any sexual nature, he demoted her and then would not renew her contract. Imagine how humiliating that was, and how it still affects her. 3 million is nothing to what she goes through.

It is unknown how many more women he violated, but things like this usually bring a lot of past victims forward, and McMahon deserves everything he gets. Because I know there are more. I’ve heard stories about him for decades, all of them grotesque. Forcing wrestlers to take steroids, then denying it, destroying lives and refusing to ever say their names again, writing puerile scripts that got so weird that I eventually stopped watching.. Mark Henry once had “an affair” with a pretty old Mae Young who used to wrestle, supposedly impregnating her. Some time later she went into labor and birthed a hand.

Mae Young announced her pregnancy at none other than the Baltimore Arena on 27 January, 2000.

The hand was the “miscarriage” caused by Kurt Angle in the following clip:

Now that was funny. She wasn’t really hurt, but my sick sense of humor has its limits, and the hand was it.

I had ideas about McMahon before this, but 1999-2000 were my favorite two years for wrestling. WCW was always cool, and Goldberg, the nWo and even Tank Abbott were there. The wrestlers for both franchises were fun to watch, but as soon as WCW was bought by WWE, that did it. I stopped watching. Still don’t. Even the video games, with their pay-extra wrestlers, clunky controls and awful create mode, suck.

Long before 2000 and long after, McMahon was a ravenous wolf who preyed on those he considered beneath him. And he considers almost everyone beneath him, especially women.

I’d like to see the bastard prosecuted. He’s so defiant and smug that even after leaving his daughter in an acting CEO position, he’s appeared on two shows in the ring. What a snot.

President Biden has headed to Israel on a multi-stop Middle East visit. He’s got a tough job ahead, especially in Saudi Arabia where questions about a murdered Washington Post reporter are bound to come up. On the other hand he’s got to negotiate oil prices. Iran will be discussed on every leg of the trip because impossibly, that nation is hosting Russian fruit loop Vladimir Putin and he’s asking for help in his massacre of Ukrainian children. You can’t make this shit up.

Russia seems in control of the eastern front, but Ukraine remains strong and defiant. How much longer, I wonder, until this insane war spills beyond the current theater of war? I hold to my previous assessment: it will spread.

Wait. Before I leave you tonight, what about the good news I mentioned in the title of this post?

There is none. I couldn’t find any.

Until next time, be well, be careful, be safe, and may God bless.

They Came From The Sea

Sometime in the 1990s, a vessel in the Pacific must have hit a storm head-on. The deck was stacked with containers, which, when offloaded at their port of call, would be lifted by giant gantry cranes. Then a trucker would come to take the cargo inside to its destination. A chassis would be loaded and locked in place with it, making it a full tractor-trailer rig.

Something happened to one of those containers before the huge ship made port. Although these merchant ships have sturdy locking devices which enable them to carry containers stacked almost as tall as the bridge, accidents do happen. And this container fell overboard. I swear, it really happens.

However, it was to be some time before the world found out what was inside this particular container.

Once the strong and weak alike oceanic currents had taken over, rubber ducks were found on beaches or as floating flocks in weird places. Oceanic scientists actively looked for them; this was a perfect opportunity to study currents.

But some people thought it was spooky. At first, beachcombers and tourists knew nothing of the lost container. Therefore, yes. Spooky.

The mystery of the shoes, some with feet still in them, has still not been adequately explained even though articles exist which claim it has. They wash up on Canadian beaches and have caused horror, consternation and theories that range from a serial killer to gang violence and extraterrestrials being responsible.

But by far the creepiest discovery in recent years is the dolls and doll parts washing ashore in Texas on the southern coast between Padre and Matagorda islands. And the weirdest part is that the head of a sex doll, mouth round and wide open but filled with mud or sea creatures is among the baby dolls.

The stretch of coast in question is long, with Padre Island being the southernmost and Corpus Christi between. The area claims prime beaches but this is enough to scare people with a fear of dolls, like myself, into heading for the northern beaches.

Look. Let’s just face it: if you aren’t creeped out by dolls, you are in the minority here. Most people won’t admit to being scared of them, but it’s a real thing. There’s even a name for it: pediophobia.

Some dolls have barnacles and other things attached. All are creepy, having been in the water for some time, then coming ashore like something in a bad movie.

The Mission-Aransas National Estuarine Research Reserve occasionally auctions the dolls off, but that’s truly a sick thing to do. Comedian John Oliver wants to buy them and burn them. I agree.

But I differ slightly on the method and the reason for it. I think they should be hauled up in a net and dropped into an active volcano by a C-130.

To appease whatever god Texas has offended because Ted Cruz is still in office.

The Ketchup Popsicle, A New Summer Treat

Some company in Canada has Canadians apologizing to the whole world on the internet. And that’s funny, since apart from a few nasties on the front page a while back, the country has no problems.

The majority of reactions to the new summer treat hold between sarcasm and complete revulsion.

I tried to tell one apologist they’ve got no worries; “Imagine being a US citizen.”

They responded, “You’re going to give me nightmares!”

Indeed, as this exchange was taking place, another mass shooting was taking place at a 4th of July parade in Illinois. Some psycho used a rifle “like an AR-15” to snipe at people watching it or who were in it. So far 7 deaths have resulted. I don’t know how many were injured. I was too sick to read the entire story. The shooter was captured.

You see my crisis here? How can I get upset over a frozen condiment, no matter how grotesque it is (and yes, I haven’t tried one, you’re right. Do I need to in order to condemn condiments sold frozen on a tongue depressor as a treat? I don’t think so.), when guns are being used in such shootings, so many of them that one in 15 makes it to cable news?

But I can’t handle what the Republicans and the ass-rimming, money laundering lobby does. Every fucking time this happens, some idiot Republican says, “Now isn’t the time to talk about guns. We need to send thoughts and prayers to the families.”

Then it just happens again.

But Canada, if you really want to apologize for the Ketchup popsicle (and I’m still not convinced it’s not a hoax) then y’all come on down. You can take the blame for gun violence as well.

Then Republicans could stop lying about praying and get back to preying. It’s what they do best after all.

Ted Cruz And The Great Muppet War

I really don’t know how to write this. When faced with stupidity, I often cut some slack because we all do and say stupid things. Nobody is perfect.

But then you have Senator Ted Cruz from Texas, a man so devoid of intelligence that he cannot even manage to win a war against muppets, a war he himself started.

It began when Cruz was on Twitter, seeking something to rant about. And he found it, but this was not his first fight with a muppet. He should have learned from it, but apparently something happened after that first round, and it made him seek revenge. Big Bird of Sesame Street had gotten his or her (I’m not sure, having never watched the show) COVID-19 vaccine. Cruz accused the government of unduly influencing parents to get their children vaccinated. And that’s because Sesame Street runs on PBS, a government funded entity.

I don’t know if Big Bird kicked him in his useless testicles or what, but Cruz began following the characters on Twitter.

A United States senator…

was stalking muppets on the internet.

Let that sink in.

Elmo recently asked his muppet-daddy about the COVID-19 vaccine. He got the shot. He announced it.

And the muppet-stalking, castrated-by-a-muppet-bird-kick senator pounced.

Against all science, he said, the toddler had taken a shot not meant for muppets that young.

In fact, the vaccines have been approved for all muppets 6 months of age and above. But Cruz doesn’t care about that because he doesn’t believe it. He’s also terrified that if muppets keep surviving COVID-19, it will make his former president, Donald Trump, look bad. Some people who claim inside knowledge say a lotta muppets died while Trump was president.

This devotion to Trump is incredible after Trump emasculated him repeatedly. Ted Cruz is far too stupid to even know when he’s been insulted. Of course he realized something was wrong because he sucked up to Trump like a lamprey on a swimmer.

And so, this time, Cruz wanted blood.

This time he did his research.

He should never have done that.

A satire site ran the headline that Elmo had died due to myocarditis. The chance of having that condition after a vaccine is far less than a one percent number. More like a 0.001. And dying of it is not an absolute outcome.

Cruz also read this and forgot that muppets don’t have hearts, so they don’t have myocardial anything.

He shared the story on Twitter and wrote, “I wish this were satire.”

It was satire. Could it be that the man who doesn’t feel anything for others, who fled the country while his constituents were freezing without power, somehow believed Elmo was dead and felt sad about it? “I wish this were satire.”

Senator Cruz is not the only man who can lose a war against muppets: they’re honest, good, wholesome, smart and cute; all the things that Senator Cruz isn’t. But Senator Cruz is the only man who could lose that war simply because he hates them so much that he reaches for the first thing he sees that will back him up without even checking out what it is.

Cruz is so dense that he actually thought a muppet was dead from a vaccine reaction.

Muppets, however, cannot die.

And if his wish that the news of Elmo’s death were satire was sincere, it indicates sadness. So he likes muppets.

Then why did he wage a Twitter war against them?

The worst part is not that he’s an apparent anti-vaxxer. Or even that he believes “The best site for fake news you can trust” is real. Or that muppets can have fatal reactions to COVID-19 vaccines. No.

The worst part is that a man this fucking stupid still gets to vote in the senate chamber.

Greg Abbott is a Fucking Nut

Adult language. Obviously.

He’s the Republican governor of Texas, and he’s a man with a plan when it comes to solving the problem of pregnancies brought about by rape and incestuous rape. Texas may be deceiving when you view it on a map.

If you live in a more civilized country, like Albania or Venezuela, Syria or North Korea, then you see Texas as a bastion of lunacy and power mongering sex offenders. On a map it may look big, but not much of it has anything but sand and oil drills. Or mountains with nothing to offer even a novice climber; no stunning green vistas but plenty of half-assed snakes and the odd scorpion, both of which are so lazy they can’t be put upon to bite or sting.

I’m referring to Gov. Greg Abbott and Senator Ted Cruz, of course. I leave it to you to decide which is the snake and which is the scorpion. Doesn’t matter to me, but my money says they’re interchangeable.

The solution to unwanted pregnancy is, according to Abbott, to round up and incarcerate every rapist in the state of Texas.

I guess that means he intends to lock them up before they rape a woman; otherwise it’s not going to prevent pregnancy.

It means arresting someone before a crime is committed. Which, under the law, is defined as false arrest, and in psychology is defined as fucking idiocy; the clinical term being evasive to me because he’s really more nutty than squirrel shit.

It also has no effect on mothers who have legitimate reasons other than rape or incest who genuinely want an abortion. And under Texas law, a woman beyond six weeks of pregnancy may not get an abortion. Which is pretty stupid, considering the fact that in six weeks, a woman may have no clue that she’s pregnant and therefore have no reason to get a test kit. You skip one period, it’s not uncommon, and does not mean you’re automatically pregnant. In fact, you can have a period and still be pregnant. Six weeks? Fucking nuts. The law is a hate crime against women. It’s as simple as that.

The law effectively bans all abortions. And again, rape and incest are not considered legitimate exceptions. You are not going to abort the pregnancy in Texas.

The state, of course, is infamous as a Good Ole Boy state. That means men in pickup trucks wearing Dingo boots with spurs and blasting contemporary country music are by default sitting in front of a window rack with two shotguns, or one shotgun and one AR-15. And they can’t wait to get to the nearest bar, suck on a Pabst (brewed in Texas) and pick up girls who “always look prettier at closing time”. And if one of these hockey pucks gets lucky, he ain’t a gonna wear no condom. Know why?

You know. Yes, you do.

The mother has no power in a paternity suit. Courts don’t and never have sided with women, except for the odd case or two. That’s just not done in a Good Ole Boy state. Expecting justice for women in Texas is like expecting coal to be beautiful and clean: you ain’t gonna get it, and it doesn’t come out of the mines beautiful or clean. You might belive that coal can be cleaned, but whatever that means, it’s expensive and doesn’t make burning it any less harmful to the environment.

And hey, I get it: human beings really love sex. When I had a working weenie, it was all I thought about. Sometimes the fantasy included actual women. Sex is a strong human drive, and very difficult to suppress. And yes, fantasies mean that the brain might actually be the biggest organ involved in sex, unless of course you’re Johnny Holmes. Oh, wait; he’s dead.

Getting on with it, this mess, as I’ve said before, is not so much about morality as it is the money flowing into Washington from Christian crusaders as well as the absolute hatred men in this country have for women.

Understand, it was always there. It came from the earliest invaders of America and it only grew worse. It doesn’t matter though; it is a hatred (can we please call it that? Misogyny is just another political weasel word that sounds better than what it means) of women on a societal level and proves that they have never been, and never shall be, considered equals of men. Which is evil, a lie, and inspires a host of hate crimes.

Do men in Texas fall in love? Sure they do, but it don’t mean they don’t hate their women. They might not even know they hate them with their condescending words and everyday behavior. It’s like they say, “Good evening, ma’am, how are you? Think I could fuck you tonight? I’d like to creampie you and prove my superiority by forcing you to bear my child, which I ain’t gonna be around to see and by the way don’t even think of getting child support.”

In a more civilized country like Sudan, Yemen or North Korea, you never had to deal with a piece of shit like Greg Abbott. My advice is to stay where you are and never come here. Disneyland ain’t worth it.

The Supreme Court has made me ashamed to be an American. Those walking, talking commodes are hateful and as un American as anyone I’ve ever heard of in over half a century. They make me want to puke.

And Greg Abbott should be in a padded room with nothing but coloring books and crayons. The small box. The big one is way too complicated for him to use responsibly.

Fuck it. Go get em, Lil Greg.

Only The Beginning

Clarence Thomas, a radical right-wing Justice and senior member of the Supreme Court said after Roe v. Wade was overturned on Friday, that the court should next turn to reversing protections for consensual same-sex relationships as well as same-sex marriage. He also added the bizarre idea of making any and all contraception–pills, patches, IUDs and condoms–illegal to use.

My opinion of Thomas has never changed. Beneath it all, I believed that Anita Hill told the truth about the bastard. Not that there was anything I could do about it.

Remember her testimony that he had asked her if she was familiar with “Long Dong Silver”, a fringe porno star who was freakish to say the least? Yeah. That happened.

At the root (no pun intended) of Friday’s ruling is a base hatefulness toward women. And yes, yes, it is politically motivated, under the veneer of religious and moral beliefs.

Under the separation of church and state, no religious body should ever have influence over any government branch, function or government employee or other political individual. The reason being, the two have been proven not to mix well…or at all.

But the church has never stopped being a subversive player in the pursuit of “freedom”. Now you see the endgame taking form.

Being religious is a fine thing. But radical sects have always been an impediment to the progress of this country. I’ve seen it. Whereas I’m a Christian, it makes no difference when I remember how I was raised. Christian parents abused my siblings and myself to horrifying levels. The grand jury that indicated them said our police statements read like “a horror story.”

Bit by bit they broke us. Some less broken, others, like me, fucked up for life; and throughout that time, from infancy to adulthood, we were taught to be Christians. Made to attend Sunday school and church, no one at Lake Shore Baptist Church knew that mere hours before I arrived on Sunday, I was being raped. Nobody knew how many times during the week I or another sibling had been savagely beaten. Or how I had always been put down, insulted, belittled by both parents. They conditioned me to believe that I was stupid, “retarded” and a loser who would “wind up in the gutter scraping for wine bottles”, a quote I can never, ever forget.

They were republicans and Nixon fanatics and before that, Eisenhower fanatics. They used to quote one of the ten commandments, “honor thy father and mother, that thy days be long”, which was used from a young age to tell me that if I resisted either one of them or tried to defy them, I’d just drop dead. God would kill me.

And yet, my story-our story-is far from unique. It’s happened since before written history.

It’s sick.

I hope you can understand then that I am extremely sensitive to the issue of conservatives and religion and why they should stay the fuck out of our personal lives. Bad things happen. Really bad things. And to those who are sick in the head, biblical verses and stories are a guide to evil, a green light to give in to carnal and brutal thoughts, desires and a completely fucked-up belief system. And you can’t lock them up fast enough for me. But they are never caught unless the abused and brutalized talk, and domestic abuse victims have been so conditioned that it still does not happen nearly as often as it should.

Abuse has nothing to do with what the SCOTUS has done. Except, yes, it does. Because abuse comes in all shapes and sizes. They abused their power to cater to the religious. To please them. The judges who voted 6-3 to abolish Wade were already against abortion. The court was stacked for this during the Trump administration.

But this is not the end. Same day, protests broke out in various places and there’s more to come. This, the People will not take silently. Add the promise of anti LGBTQI rulings and we’re going to have massive, street-blocking, record-setting demonstrations on hand.

I think they will even try putting mandatory prayer in schools. Madalyn Murray O’ Hair was very vocal about that and played a part in removing prayer from public schools, reminding people of the importance of the separation of church and state, but being atheist was only part of who she was. She stepped on her credibility by being a racist and a Holocaust denier, claiming that forced labor of Jews was necessary for the German economy, and that far less than 6 million Jews were murdered by the Third Reich. One million, to her “research”, which she further claimed didn’t hurt their “clan”.

O’ Hair was a turd in the punchbowl, ultimately harming the cause of freedom from religious oppression, because she was one of the most hated people in America. And because she said incredible things, the story couldn’t end with her murder.

The United States has a history of giving, or appearing to give, freedom, then saying, “No, you can’t have that.”

Treaties with native people were always bullshit. It didn’t even end in the Trail of Tears. They’re still getting screwed. Once vocal prayer was removed from schools, there was always going to be a reckoning. The Ten Commandments were removed from state government buildings. Religious statues taken away. Scriptural quotes stricken over or covered.

By definition, almost every Christian denomination is conservative; Southern Baptists were once pro-choice but are no longer. The perceived sins of the past must be atoned for; anything less is to embrace evil. To do the work of Satan.

Giving someone the freedom to choose wasn’t supposed to be an issue. Not like this, and if someone wants to silently pray, that’s their choice. Thinking that the Lord’s Prayer could be mandatory one day soon makes me sick.

And I have never known anyone who was pro-abortion; that’s an argument that got us here today. They’re pro-choice. That’s it. Nothing more. And I don’t believe I’m wrong in saying that the ones who voted Wade down were motivated by religious influence from the church. As the republican party moves ever more to the extreme right, this and things like it, repressive and oppressive, will become more common.

Money must be involved; with churches bilking billions out of their members, they have the financial power to throw into the toe-tagging war that’s sure to come.

Politicians, lawyers, prosecutors and judges have always been open to bribery and cash offerings. No money needs to be laundered here; they simply do not claim cash on their tax returns. Spending it may require restraint, but with it, that rainy day you and I fear never bothers them. Just another example of those that have, shit on people who have not.

To avoid lumping and bigotry, I point out that not all churches or politicians or those in the judiciary are sold on this decision and fear that the future holds terrors for the LGBTQI community, atheists, Muslims, and those on Social Security, Medicare and Medicaid and more.

They are right to fear such things.

Months ago I was assured by someone that Roe v. Wade was the law, and the Supreme Court couldn’t touch it.

They touched it.

It is reasonable, then, to never dare underestimate them again. No matter what you believe cannot be reversed, it will be endangered by these moral, religious idiots misusing their power. The biggest fish is already landed. Everything that comes next will be easy. They won’t debate. The stroke of a pen can’t be heard, but it’s effects are often extreme and hurt people and destroy lives and families.

In closing, I’ll tell a true story. It’s tragic.

There was a woman (I doubt that she is still living) who took every type of prescription and street drug in the book, and drank on top of it all. There are people like that: it takes them a long time to die, and while alive are a source of chilling astonishment to others.

She became pregnant. Again an again and again. She did not believe abortion was right, so she had the children. Social Services kept taking them away. The last one I remember was addicted at birth to God knows what and would have cried night and day if it could.

But it could not cry. It couldn’t do anything. Not even take the nipple. If it lived, the babe would be fed through a tube every day.

You may ask why a hardcore addict and alcoholic had such views on abortion, as do I. But I believe that it comes from repressive parents so fixed in their beliefs that they doom their children to a life trying and failing to live up to impossible standards which are all too easy to preach.

Wrecked lives. Suicidal mothers. Unnecessary hospitalizations involving critical care that an abortion could have averted. Babies in garbage bags left to die.

These things happen now.

Imagine something that fucked-up getting worse.

“But Woe To You…”

In these times we live in, I believe this message by Yeshua of Nazareth needs some contemplation:

The four woes that follow in Luke 6:24–26

24“But woe to you who are rich,
    for you have already received your comfort.
25Woe to you who are well fed now,
    for you will go hungry.
Woe to you who laugh now,
    for you will mourn and weep.
26Woe to you when everyone speaks well of you,
    for that is how their ancestors treated the false prophets.

I’m going to say it again: beware the rich and especially rich preachers; they speak only for money and none alive can serve two masters, God and money. The true speaker for God, you will know by their meekness, their disregard for fame and riches. They do not live in mansions, nor drive expensive cars; they dress in decent but inexpensive clothes, they are not well fed because their earnings put shoes on their children’s feet, food in their stomachs, clothes on their backs.

They put long hours and much effort into making sure that their church and its members are taken care of; they give to charity, they are hurt when others feel pain. If they could, they would take the world onto their own shoulders.

In the woes above, Christ made clear that the rich and greedy, the satisfied and happy, the people who seek the adulation of those who would believe their lies, are going to suffer torment, anguish and emptiness before they die.

Donald Trump is in a fix. He is rich, a false prophet who sought the power and devices of the wicked, who craved attention, loyalty and adoration, all because he thought himself deserving.

But one very determined woman has worked hard, getting people to come forth and tell the truth about January 6th, 2021 and his part in actually calling his cultists to overthrow, not just the election results, but the United States government. He is about to be dealt the woes listed by Luke. He has sown discord, disregard for constitutional law, indecency and dishonor.

He will reap in equal measure everything he planted.

May God pity me, a sinner; for in my heart I can find no sympathy for this devilish man.

Say Goodbye To Civil Rights In The USA

A leak from the Supreme Court and picked up by Politico shocked everyone Monday when it revealed a decision to overturn the 1973 Roe v Wade ruling tht made abortion legal.

No one knows who leaked the draft, which when finished would condemn women to unwanted and dangerous childbirths including those who are victims of rape and incest.

And since men in general resist contraception, it’s always been the burden of women to take pills or go through surgery. That’s never been right, but always the truth.

Some states may retain the right to keep abortion legal, but over half of the states would ban it.

It’s a travesty, doing this to women’s rights.

It is a tragedy in the making for this country. It holds a dubious place in the world. The world laughed at us when Trump was president; they never have stopped.

The world is in a food supply crisis. Prices on many items have doubled in two weeks.

Global warming did exactly what I and the experts warned; crops have stopped producing in some areas which now are facilitating fungal and other growths as well as a longer active season for predator insects and animals. Having more families go hungry because of unwanted and unaffordable children will be an excuse for Republicans to claim government assistance programs are bankrupting the country and that Social Security and Medicare must go.

Increased homelessness, disease and starvation could easily, quickly, decimate whole families, neighborhoods and more.

The draft has not made it to the finalized decision yet. But if I know American voters, they’ll vent on social media or podcasts and let it fucking happen.

Appeasement Doesn’t Work

On a Twitter post I commented that President of Ukraine Zelenskyy should get the aircraft and tanks he’s asking for. Zelenskyy even warned us what would happen if Ukraine falls to Russia: westward expansion of the war. With nowhere to go but NATO member countries, that’s World War Three.

Well, I caught some flak, including graduating comments from one user that ranged from the mild to extreme, including something about a “new world order”. They seemed to think that withholding military equipment to Ukraine was best. Their reasons defy my ability to comprehend anything they wrote.

What they’re really saying, whether they are aware of it or not, is that the West should appease Putin. Macron himself tried to tell President Biden not to call Putin names like “butcher” because he’s still in “talks” with him.

Turkey’s president is doing even worse, potentially undermining NATO should the war expand.

Even people who hate Putin and despised Trump for worshipping the man are against help for Ukraine, which actually means they’re pro-Putin. That’s nuts, and it’s dangerous and damned irresponsible.

However we got here, this historic crisis is upon us all. Appeasement has never worked; it doesn’t prevent war and sometimes doesn’t even delay it. In fact it usually serves a green light. When a nation turns into an aggressor, you can’t fail to warn its leaders that any provocation will be met with equal measure.

While troops and armor were massed on the border, half of all humans thought it didn’t matter, it was just a bargaining threat. Well, more than half, really. Wishful thinking.

Appeasement led directly to Nazi Germany invading Poland. I trust you know what happened next. It made no difference that Great Britain and France declared war; France and Western Europe fell under Nazi invasions and Operation Barbarossa expanded the Blitz toward the Soviet Union.

You don’t give men like Putin room. You’ll reap the whirlwind every fucking time. I predicted Russian thrusts deep into Poland and Romania, but that was before Ukraine started teaching Putin a few lessons about invading a country that liked things the way they were. Russia has been bloodied by Ukraine but also embarrassed; rumbles in Moscow now hint that all of Putin’s highest ranking officers are missing. A new guy is proposing a new strategy. They’re not giving up, and anyone convinced otherwise is delusional. Russia cannot just withdraw as things stand now. It would lose far more than a war; it would be open to aggression and concerted efforts by hackers, economic sanctions that would make recovery from the loss impossible, and possibly more.

It is rumored, and nobody can truly confirm this, that Putin is in hiding, sequestered to the paranoid Nth degree and even has food tasters. Poisoning isn’t the way of the West under most circumstances. It’s a coward’s tool. Russia, on the other hand, uses poisons often for assassinations or “hits”. He’s literally afraid that he will be killed by his own people.

Before Russia begins its new strategy, which as an unknown has a good chance of finishing Ukraine, this is the time to show solidarity by NATO, which might just be involved in a war it doesn’t want if Zelenskyy doesn’t get help. He’s not asking for troops. Some aircraft and tanks are a small price to pay for sending Russia home with a lesson learned.

But the Twitter backlash wasn’t just about a war and a new world order. The comments said that Zelenskyy should negotiate for peace.

They either forgot or choose to ignore that those talks have happened and that Putin lied about not intending to invade, that he claimed a peacekeeping mission once he did invade, and that he continues to lie even now. How did they miss that little tidbit?

That’s easy enough to answer.

People see, especially in times of crises, what they want to see. People still see Trump as a man ordained by God. Fuck me, that’s the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard; a man so devoid of everything human that the blind readily see him for what he is.

In cases like this, however, people aren’t delusional in the clinical sense. They’re scared, and well they should be; the war that follows Ukrain’s fall would shake the four corners of the Earth. You let Putin slide now, and you guarantee war, an expanding one that Russia can never win unless it goes nuclear, and nobody retaliates.

These are not absolutes. Nobody can tell you how this will end. But I see no merit in allowing Ukraine to have Russian flags flying over Kyiv. When that’s done, Russia will gather itself, lick its wounds, and then settle to its springing position to strike again. The coarse Putin has put Russia on is one-way. Anything less, they lose face. Russia never loses that. Never.

The Donald v. Hillary Clinton, et al.

Folks, here’s a gem: on Thursday 24 March, The Donald brought a sweeping lawsuit against Hillary Clinton, the DNC, 26 others, and it’s funny.

There’s this analysis from WAPO, and before you read, I’ll be honest. I don’t remember, or never knew, some of the details carefully laid out here.

But this article on Law and Crime is my favorite read on the subject and one of the quotes used is, “(this) is getting more attention than it should”.

There are too many truly hilarious things in this suit to unpack. I just can’t. For one thing, it claims that Trump was vilified. Oh, rat shit! You gotta be kidding me! Nobody, nobody uses that word! Except for…

“They have vilified me, they have crucified me. Yes, they have even criticized me.” –Richard J. Daly, often wrongly attributed to Richard Nixon, who probably would have liked to have used it.

Wording is everything in a serious lawsuit, but in a horseshit case, anything goes.

Trump’s allegations include–oh my God, save me–one RICO, and two RICO conspiracy charges, but that’s just for shits and appetizers. “Deep State” and other conspiracy theories enter into it as well, and yet, no matter what any of this crap says, he won that election!

Oh, but it doesn’t stop there. Nothing ever stops with The Donald. He’s been known to hold lifelong grudges, and he’s a cold bastard at that. Vicious, more like, and the suit involves James Comey, the Mueller probe, hacked documents that prove the opposite of his claims, and never mentions this little tidbit:

In short, The Donald is a nut. I’m not being unkind here. It’s an easy observation to make, does not require a psychological evaluation, and it’s been in our face since 2015.

What worries me is that practicing attorneys actually drafted and then filed this insult to the justice system. They have stood by Trump in the past though, so why not?

But there is a price to pay here, and it goes like this: if the case is thrown out, those lawyers will wind up on Trump’s shit list. And he’ll talk endlessly about how inept they are and how they failed. One of his favorite words (and he’s got the best words) is any variation of the verb “to fail”, which he also uses as a derogatory noun. Almost certain to follow his smearing of their names all over the world, they’re going to turn on him. They’ll feed information anonymously to the press to avoid being unethical, but it’ll still get out. It’s a circle we see all the time.

For example, people who appear to turn on him and tell secrets about him throwing things and farting with his mouth during tantrums, or worse dirt on him, well, they’re not exactly brave and patriotic. What happens is that The Donald fucks them over first, and then they become sober. They fear that he could go down and take them with him, or at least that they may be in deep shit. Nobody surrounding Trump in his campaign or his presidency is heroic, okay? You can’t say that. Are there an anonymous few who stuck it out because they held the power to go behind Trump doing damage control? I’ve heard this, but it remains to be proven.

We’ll see where this goes. Will it be the last layer of the Russian doll, and will we finally see Trump become insignificant?

No.

But his tantrum will certainly be fun to watch.

Is Ginni Thomas An Insurrectionary?

You know what? I’m sick of this bullshit. The United States is in a delicate situation politically. Republicans have become so evil that I’ve lost all respect for the lot of them. If they remain with the party, then I regard them individually as part of a dangerous political cult and therefore revolutionaries. They are not merely a threat to this country’s government, but a threat to all citizens of the United States.

Make no mistake: that shit show by Ted Cruz, who is supposed to be a graduate of Princeton and Harvard, was nothing short of disgusting and an embarrassment before the world. He showed stupidity, bigotry, misogyny, ignorance of the Constitution and plain, old-fashioned lunacy and wasn’t aware of just how terrible he looked.

Cruz is the kind of guy who you alternately have to laugh at and then want to get piss-drunk over because he’s an actual senator. He is the definition of the Ugly American; he sees things in the tiniest of views possible and still can’t understand what he really sees. For an allegedly magna cum laude law school graduate, and I say allegedly because that boggles my mind; he’s so incredibly stupid.

But Republicans appeared to have, at least one or two of them, castigated Cruz for his performance, which more closely resembled a toilet overflowing than a senator questioning a United States Supreme Court nominee. How brave of them!

But he’s only the poster boy for one symptom of the radicalism infecting the Republicans. The latest has to be Ginni Thomas, wife of the Sleeping Supreme Court Judge Clarence Thomas, who is missing in action and a forbidden subject for the Republicans, who refuse to even say if he’s still in the hospital or not, following a stay for an infection. The reason is fodder for conspiracy theories but it’ll come out. That’s Mitch McConnell hoping Thomas doesn’t croak and leave another seat for Biden to fill.

Ginni Thomas is a right-wing– wait. I was going to say “activist”, but that’s far too understated. Her texts make her look as if Donald Trump was doing a weird Rasputin thing on her.

As if that day weren’t sickening enough, horrifying enough, now we (I’m just getting this) hear and see proof that the wife of a Supreme Court Judge was engaged in the insurrection with some truly astounding language. I’ll never again be caught in surprise by Republicans.

But I am still waiting for key Democrats to grow a pair. Perhaps then the Ginni Thomas types will shut their mouth and know their role.

Baltimore Man Says No Area Of The City Is Safe

In this WJZ CBS Baltimore article, the story is beyond grim and should be a wake-up for anyone who thought my posts about how dangerous Baltimore City really is were sensationalist.

I don’t live there. Some consider me to therefore be unqualified to write about it, but with being an observer and philosopher as well as a Christian, how am I not supposed to at least try to help others?

A man who did not wish to be named said it all: no neighborhood, no places, not even the tourist attractions of the Inner Harbor, are safe. As of yesterday, 23 March, and since Friday, 20 people had been shot. That, folks, is reason enough to avoid the city line from every directional approach. WJZ tweeted the link, and I read it, and found renewed reason to repeat what I have been writing for years: do not go to Baltimore City. Avoid it at all costs.

I had a chance to get tickets to Paul McCartney at Camden Yards stadium and I’ve always wanted to see him play. I did not even consider it. He has not been here since the Beatles, and this event will never happen again. But it’s a no-brainer; the danger isn’t worth seeing one of the greatest rock singers of all time. That is truly depressing.

With many amazing things to do and see, Baltimore had earned its place for tourists. There’s the Constellation, sister ship to the Constitution up in Massachusetts. The last of the triple-mast, square rigged frigates still afloat, both are a sight to behold, wondrous to explore.

How about a World War Two submarine? They have it. The Science Center, great for all ages. The National Aquarium. Restaurants to satisfy refined or jaded tastes. Baltimore has so much to offer.

The problem is that you aren’t safe there. Shooters pull triggers and don’t care who they kill. They just do it, and the motive is rarely known. It seems arbitrary at times, as if killing itself is all the shooter is after.

Robbery? You can die for being seen at an ATM getting cash. Anger, madness or lunacy, none of that seems to be red flag stuff; there’s no clear reason for toddlers or seniors to be murdered, and there’s nobody to see about that. Police can’t lock up someone behaving erratically and no arrest can be made unless a crime has been committed and there is a suspect. You can’t handcuff someone just for being a big-mouthed asshole. It doesn’t matter what cops think a person is going to do; this isn’t Minority Report.

How likely you are to be the victim of violence in Baltimore changes with every assault and every homicide, but percentages are transcendental figures I despise: you gonna go tell a man’s family that he’s dead because you checked the risk percentages and figured an Orioles game would be cool to attend? Go ahead. Try some shit like that and see the gratitude in their eyes, except it won’t be gratefulness you see. In fact, don’t go near them unless you’re wearing a catcher’s mask.

I’m sorry for having to write these posts.

But I say again, avoid Baltimore City at all costs. Whatever you lose, at least you’ll still be alive.

How The Donald Saved Christmas? Give Me A Break!

Yeah, I remember this crap. All of it. How could I forget it? What a bunch of bullshit. The man who, campaigning for the office of president, had people punch each other, had women thrown out of rallies without their coats, who was abusive and arrogant and a regular Neanderthal piece of shit…ran on lies, twisted and remarkably effective.

It told me something I didn’t want to believe about the people of the United States.

He did say, “People are going to say Merry Christmas” again.

I thought, the fuck is he talking about?

Because you know what?

I couldn’t walk through any store without seeing Christmas decorations, cookies, or whatever. Never happened, not once did I see Christmas disappear. Nobody ever told me I couldn’t say “Merry Christmas” to a neighbor.

But, and you can feel free to check this out, since I was little, I saw Christmas cards that said “Season’s Greetings” and “Happy Holidays” and it never meant anything political or politically correct. It just covered Christmas and the New Year or anything else you wanted.

Brian Tyler Cohen is my favorite independent news analyst. He does all of his own work and answers to no corporate overlords.

He has something to say regarding the interview with Trump from another crazed conservative, this time a guy who should never be doing interviews and I mean, not even elves at the fucking malls.

The guy, who suddenly thought one day that Ted Cruz and those wahoos at Duck Dynasty were fashion-savvy, leads Trump with the most leading query in media history because, of course, he knows how Trump needs to be led to save time.

Look. Donald Trump did NOT save Christmas. And he knows, as stupid as he is, that he didn’t do a goddamn thing but play golf and tweet while sitting on the toilet all night with diarrhea while the shithouse TV blared Fox News.

I say “Merry Christmas” or “Happy Christmas” about this time every year. If someone I know happens to have a problem with it, I don’t say anything but “how’s it going”, in which case I honestly want an answer. You never know what you’re going to hear. Or who might be startled that you actually care.

Look, I’ve had enough of Christmas. I don’t want to sit here every year and talk about the last Christmas I saw my boy alive, no more than to celebrate July 4th because my daughter drowned that day. I’m tired of blaming myself or others because life sucks a big dick, and will never be fair.

I want peace and I will have a little bit of it before I die. I will not be in denial or despair; I’m just gonna let it be. I have no problem with whoever celebrates what; I just don’t.

Donald Trump? Saved Christmas?

Neither should anyone else.

Has the whole world gone completely mad?

What a load of republican shit.

Cancel culture is a myth. A republican lie used to scare the shit out of white people. That fact is that some things aren’t appropriate, never should have been, and now, finally, pop culture is getting it.

When the movie Blazing Saddles came out I thought it was funny, and maybe some of it still is. But mostly, I find it very unfunny. The bikers with the fake handlebars was good. But the gay chorus and Dom Deluise, the N-word, the governor with the redhead in bra and panties behind the drapes, that shit is offensive. And I wish it was always so, but I can’t change what has been. I can’t change my attitude about how some things aren’t okay anymore. Republicans are very susceptible to fear mongering political figures from those in office and the media. They defend racism, guns everywhere, while they pretend to wring their hands every time there’s a mass shooting (and no news outlet will tell you how often it really happens), and they just love Jesus while behaving overtly the opposite of every single thing Jesus said people should do.

I’m sick of it. I’m tired of hearing Trump act like a defender of Christmas when he’s about the farthest thing from a Christian you can get. I’m sorry I had to write another post like this.

Don’t believe him. Don’t trust him. Claim some truth, some peace for yourself. Nobody is out to exterminate all white people or even cancel Christmas. That’s bullshit.

Merry Christmas, and happy holidays to all. Be at peace. You can start by deciding on your own how republican bullshit has become a part of this season.

Going to Shit

This week I took two shots.

Flu vaccine on Tuesday.

Covid booster on Wednesday.

The doc said the consecutive inoculations would be a shock to my immune system, and that’s good. It kind of revs it up. Being a senior, I need all the help that I can get.

To be quite honest, by Wednesday afternoon I felt like death. I swear, the shots never bothered my arm. But I was weak and tired and I ached a lot.

I would much prefer that to dying of COVID-19.

I have never been anti-vaccination. Never will be. I don’t listen to fucking conspiracy theories. I don’t want to fucking hear about the “plandemic” especially because it doesn’t make a lick of sense. What motivation could possibly be behind that? It interrupted world trade, global economy. No country benefitted from it. The coronavirus caught us completely flat-footed and has killed millions, and it is still killing.

Omicron is a mutation which has alarmed scientists and medical experts because the number of differences is an indication that anti-vaxxers are possible petri dishes for spread and mutations.

The Last update I read said that Omicron is resistant to the vaccines. However, the existing vaccines and what you have already been inoculated with are so far observed to prevent severe symptoms should you contract it.

Doctors are concerned about the sudden and rapid distribution of the variant; when asked if the variant was moving with speed or not, the medical community said, “fast.”

They’re not wrong.

What’s really scary is that the buzzword used by the American political right, “herd immunity”, grows more obsolete with a virus mutating so quickly. Cases of breakthrough covid even occur in vaccinated individuals. And we’re not taking it very seriously; mask mandates are laughed at.

At an office of Sheppard Pratt Healthcare, I was called into a small office to sign a document. The man was not masked. I protested and he donned one, but it was too late. In an office that small, if he were infected, his respiration would have put a viral load, or concentration, if you prefer, into the air so that anyone not yet given the booster, or who had refused vaccines, could contract the coronavirus readily. If such an institution requires masks, but only in common areas, that’s almost as much of a risk as not requiring masks at all. A mask protects not just you, but also others.

Why are people being shitheads about a killer virus?

I go into my local Harris Teeter. Most people, including those of the local high school, wear masks. There are many though, who do not. I’ve observed over many months that they’re all Caucasian. Shitbird Republicans, I’m sure.

People cannot seem to use common sense anymore, and right-wing bullshit is killing and has killed people who thought Trump was being honest. People who want the far right in power in an authoritarian state.

Biased, terrified, racist, homophobic people who don’t like white women dating black men, don’t like seeing two men holding hands, don’t like empowered women, don’t like atheists, hate Catholics and want prayer back in schools, among a shopping list of other repressive and totalitarian shit. They’re a threat to the United States.

***

A combination of National Guard units at the border with Mexico has failed its mission. Exactly what the mission was is not clear, but it failed, because its leadership failed. Sure, there have been arrests and a bunch of Article-15s dealt, but the fact remains that the soldiers were terribly used. Morale was low. Drug use was common. Traffic accidents were alarming. There was at least one manslaughter case and a seriously troubling amount of sexual assaults. How did things go so wrong?

This is the direct fault of leadership failing to do its job. As far as Mexico goes, tourism is no longer safe, not anywhere. The resorts are the worst. The government has given cartels an ultimatum, but it has never been effective in stopping them.

***

Russian President Vladimir Putin has issued a warning that any move by NATO or any Western countries to protect Ukraine will result in hypersonic missile attacks by Russia. He’s just, in essence, declared war. While the West has vowed to protect Ukraine, he has vowed serious actions will be taken against any threat to Russia. He’s waiting for an excuse to open fire for any action he deems a threat, and he will claim to be in the right. He wants to provoke the first shot, after which troops we don’t even see at the border yet will mass, deploying weapons of mass destruction. This will put pressure on the West to back down or engage, and no matter what happens, scores of people will die. His speech used couched threats, open threats and snide praise of U.S.President Biden.

Things are not looking too good. Americans are acting stupid. Laughing at Biden. I’m going to pray that I’m not going to be alive to watch everything go to shit, while part of me has a morbid desire to see people acting all sorry for being dumbass, hateful turds.

Burma (Myanmar) and the Crimes Against Women

Extremely disturbing, use discretion; contains graphic descriptions and triggers

In Myanmar, the military takeover is racking up a continuing body count. Everyone whom the “goverment” suspects of being a dissenter is likely to be imprisoned and have serious crimes against humanity dealt them by some sadistic goddamn soldiers. With women, this is particularly, grossly disturbing.

I don’t know what to write. Or think. I’ve only just seen the story myself, and the worst part is, these women are not alone, and this is nothing new.

It has been, and will be, this way in too many countries.

They’re defiant. They’re courageous. Honorable and focused, these magnificent women. There are many who would rather die for a cause than to yield without a fight.

In my life, I’ve actually known women who died at the hands of sick and evil men. This is the way of things.

It shouldn’t be.

I’m warning you, unless the men of this world stop this, unless good men stand with women and demand full justice, our species is doomed.

But maybe that’s for the best.

I know it is nihilism to say so.

Lord, don’t I know.

Jasmine, I’m Not Gonna Eat You.

I don’t have a clue what Tik Tok is and I couldn’t care any less about it.

I’m falling further behind in tech and social media and I really don’t care about that, either. Yeah, from time to time I catch the odd article or email, but you don’t need me to find out what’s going on with those areas of interest. If I tried to do that, it would be like Donald Trump giving an honest statement about….

Well, anything.

Because he doesn’t know jack shit.

About…

Well, anything.

Now to be fair, I’ve only seen one TV commercial for Hello Fresh. I wasn’t impressed; seemed a bit like that crap Dan Marino used to hawk. So many meals a week and so forth.

I’ve eaten free samples of something similar. By “free”, I mean “stolen”. Because they came from a friend who would go to Food Lion and pay for a loaf of bread and a case of Pepsi but walk out with four T-bone steaks hidden somewhere I’d prefer never to know.

These meals were frozen, not “fresh”.

The second time I got food poisoning from that shit, I told her not to send me any more.

It would turn out that when the Schmidt’s Blue Ribbon Bread vendor exchanged the old loaves he removed from the shelf and replaced them with fresh loaves, he’d throw the old ones in the dumpster behind Food Lion. And my friend waited until he left and pulled up to the dumpster and loaded her car with bread, hot dog rolls and muffins.

Actually, that’s how the bread vendor lost his job.

Oh, not because he threw the out-of-date bread away. That was his job.

He got fired, along with a Food Lion deli meat slicer. He was a guy, the deli person a young woman. Just sayin’.

It happened because it worked out that one day the lady who sent me frozen meals that made me sick and stole T-bone steaks in some way that I initially thought physically impossible and then tried to forget, the lady who conducted surveillance on the bread vendor until he left the store so she could grab two loaves of thin sandwich bread and one bag of muffins, got good and tired of waiting.

She had seen him emerge from the secluded back door, followed about a microsecond later by the above-mentioned deli person.

Being as how I came of age in the 70s, I remember very well the van culture where horny teens got themselves unhorny on Saturday night. Chevy vans were the stuff of song and dreams.

Bumper stickers proclaimed, “If this van is rocking don’t come knocking.” But the truth is, I never saw one rocking.

So you can imagine the friend who was sitting in the heat and wanted to get back home to cook some steaks was a bit stunned when she saw the bread truck rocking!

Oh, those two were going at it, all right; bumping uglies bigger than hell, back door still rolled up, right in front of God and everyone.

So the lady in the car dialed the store, screamed to the undoubtedly astonished manager that his deli person was out back squeeling in ecstatic but shrill tones as the Schmidt’s guy humped her for all he was worth.

Well, the way my friend put it, she walked up to the truck as the manager came out, and the couple in heat kept behaving in a most unprofessional manner until the manager hauled off and slammed his hand against Bread Dude’s leg.

Just like that, two shitty careers were over, not that either had planned to make the jobs their entire career.

***

If the frozen meals made me sick, I’m not falling for this “fresh” shit. So the Tik-Tokker in this article is being honest about jasmine rice. And one very underestimated food that can make you sick is rice. Spoiled rice can cause diarrhea and vomiting. If you can’t detect it by the smell, the rule is, when in doubt throw it out.

It so happens that rice went out of my diet years ago.

As for those frozen dinners that made me sick?

They had rice in them.

Happy Monday, everyone.

Women On Trial

Today the Supreme Court of the United States will hear a case which will determine whether the landmark Roe v Wade decision will stand or fall as federal law. The argument will be brought by a redneck sexist from a poor, historically beaten-down state where women are far more likely to die from childbirth than an abortion. The decision would place the power to legislate abortion restrictions or bans with the states. That would reverse the Roe decision and in so doing, set the precedent of the Supreme Court being effectively disempowered, all past decisions forever called into question, its future a mockery of its own past. It would also mean that more would follow. Right-wing states which have most often elected fake Christians to their legislature because they claim “Christian Values” are bound, once they have no more federal oversight, to clamp down even more on the reproductive rights of women.

If the Roe v Wade decision is overturned, it is not unlikely that even contraception would be restricted if not outlawed. Imagine drug stores not selling condoms or prescription drugs ever again. “The Pill” would be illegal. Because the center of this whole thing is the obsession of men to dominate women. No, I’m not using hyperbole. That’s always been the core issue.

Does anyone remember the film Billy Jack?

A school which houses and helps wayward or disposable children takes in a runaway, a sheriff’s daughter. The reservation is protected by elders and a former Green Beret named Billy Jack, played by Tom Laughlin. As the father confronts his runaway daughter she tells him she was pregnant and had an abortion so she doesn’t know what race the child was. Of course, he beats the hell out of her. In the film The Godfather Part Two Kay tells Michael that she had an abortion because she didn’t want to bring any more of his children into the world.

In pop culture, abortion was subject to treatment in Indie films and blockbuster motion pictures. It was the subject of documentaries and bullshit propaganda “Christian” essays and books.

What seems so hard for people to believe is that the legalization of abortion has saved lives. We can know this, but not quantify it. We can point to case histories, should a woman agree to share her information, where the mother would surely have died had she carried a baby. Sometimes we can know that couples agreed to abort a pregnancy because they were smart enough to know that things like hereditary conditions, financial and job statuses and other factors all made having children a risk or a responsibility they could not live up to.

Oh boy. Did those church leaders ever howl. Roe empowered women who always should have had the final decisions in the matter of their pregnancies. As a matter of history, men have had the last word. Women occasionally rose to prominent places in societies but were almost always surrounded by manipulating men.

Right now, a conservative majority in the Supreme Court is once again threatening the rights of women to their own health and well-being choices.

It’s wrong. And remember this: there are not many people who claim to be “pro-abortion”. The issue is pro choice. The freedom to choose, to make personal decisions. It’s about constitutional rights. It’s about women’s rights and the men who want to snuff those out.

The case is not very Christian, though these men claim that motive and that power. Humans are gifted with certain abilities, and among those are the ability to make choices. The Catholic Church condemns abortion. It has therefore condemned women to die while pregnant or giving birth. It has condemned women to feel undue guilt for having an abortion, leading to life-changing and often fatal outcomes. Placing religious-based guilt on anyone is a sin. As Jesus asked his Father to forgive those who had just crucified him, who were laughing at him, he would also ask for our forgiveness no matter what. To use his name to brutally, mentally punish another human being is to commit an utterly evil act.

I’m angry right now. Yup. Racist and sexist white men poison this country while hiding in the guises of men of God.

It’s more than enough to make me puke. This…is sickening.

David Alomia, 37

A few days ago, a man died. His work partner survived with critical injuries. The man who died was a painter, working for a contractor which was hired by the City of New York.

The two were wearing standard safety harnesses and since I’ve used them before, I can attest to their effectiveness. But the dog clip has to be disconnected for an aerial worker to move. Painters move quite a bit, especially on a bridge, disconnecting and hooking up further along as they progress. While these painters were moving, a wind gust struck them and they fell.

Whereas David Alomia was killed in a 100-foot fall, his partner, Fabio Santana, was hit by the wind and landed on a safety rail.

What happens when these things occur is that there’s an investigation, usually by OSHA, the U.S. Occupational Safety and Health Administration. It’s not much despite its big name; underfunded and historically understaffed, it is charged with spot inspections, most often due to worker’s complaints. Most complaints are never even followed up on. Only high profile cases, usually after someone has been seriously injured or killed, are truly investigated. OSHA has a lot of power, though, and can impose fines or even force a business to close until the workplace is reinspected and deemed safe, corrections having been made.

In the 1980s and ’90s, it was estimated that most businesses could go from opening through a 70-year run without ever being inspected by OSHA.

Which makes the administration about as useful as employing model rockets for space exploration.

Bridges and wind don’t mix well. High winds can push empty tractor-trailer rigs clean off a bridge. Wind restrictions prohibit mobile homes and empty semi-trailers from crossing.

At the time of the accident, according to this article, the National Weather Service claimed that winds did not exceed 20 m.p.h., but anyone who has ever been working on a bridge can tell you that crosswinds can exceed the speeds recorded by remote weather stations which use anemometers. And being suspended under a bridge is a nasty place to work; it’s like being in a wind tunnel even when no wind is felt above the deck.

However favorable or hostile the weather was, OSHA will never have the power to restore life, and the final result of the investigation will probably cite worker’s error. Because that’s how this world is.

What you never see in the article or on-site news reports are the damaged lives left behind when the worker dies.

David had a fiancee, you see. His first wife had left him for someone else, and he was awarded custody of their child.

And Nicole, his fiancee, was deeply wounded by not one but two abusive men. She has children as well. She turned on a local TV station. There, under a sheet, lay the one man who had truly loved her, traveled with her, made her happy.

Only when there’s been a homicide will the media take an interest in those the victim is survived by. It is an obscenity.

Since David and Nicole had not yet married, no one will find her “interesting”. There will be no phone calls, no cameras.

But her friends, they know what happened. The man who took Nicole and her children to Disneyland a few months ago is gone. They feel terrible for her. But what can even a friend say when someone they love has just lost the love of their life so suddenly and in such a shocking way?

Because words, no matter how well meant, can cause even more pain. But they try. They tell her that she is not alone. That she will live on. And certainly, Nicole knows that her children will have their own grief, and she has to be strong for them.

I wonder how I would handle such a tragedy. At least I understand that she has a hard past, and from it has gained strength. Otherwise, I’d be much more worried for her. In our pasts, you and I, there’s pain. Lots of it. And it is a part of life, being in pain, knowing it, not being able to get around it, evade or avoid it, but ultimately having to face it. Yet it is difficult to face. Sometimes we hurt so much that we believe the pain will surely kill us.

But Nicole needs help facing this pain, and while it is well that she has friends who love her by her side, a higher power is also needed.

And so, I ask you now, please send up a prayer for Nicole and her children.

I have faith that it will help. I have faith in God. And I have faith in you.

“For You, The Impossible Does Not Exist”

Pope Francis has performed a miracle. The boy had epilepsy and was autistic. He left the stage with the Pontiff’s cap. The boy has since experienced an improvement in his condition. The Pope had said to the boy’s mother, “For you, the impossible does not exist.”

This is faith. True faith, a belief so strong that, had anyone else said it, she probably would have felt patronized. She probably would have thought, How do you know? Have you ever tried raising a boy with so many problems?

But she didn’t, because he’s Pope Francis, and people who meet him come away impressed by his faith, gentle nature, love for others, and always encouragement to children.

It reminds me of the time a boy named Emanuel was unsure about whether his father, who had recently passed away ,was in Heaven.

I like to watch this from time to time. A boy’s love for his daddy is profound and deep; Emanuel was worried for his father’s soul. Pope Francis encouraged Emanuel to come and whisper in his ear the question, “Is my papa in Heaven?”

The answer is touching. His father had four children. He made sure all were baptized even though he was an unbeliever. Francis reasoned that it was much easier for a believer to do this than an unbeliever. Surely, he said, this pleased God. Could God really turn his back on such a good-hearted man?

Pope Francis is an extraordinary man of faith, a faith so strong that I cannot help myself from wishing that I could have just half that much. I think that, sometimes, people need to be reminded that God is not so high up from us, and never too far away to send messages about faith through people who have it, to those who need it.

And let’s not forget the time Francis stopped his driver when he spotted a boy in a wheelchair. That man’s current status is unknown to me, but I know this act of love surely helped. After the video made it to the news, people used a crowd funding site to donate to the family. They needed a new van with a wheelchair lift. The goal was passed and then some–a hundred thousand dollars eventually made it to the family.

I suppose my dark soul needed to see this story. I suppose lots of souls must. Christians are not made up entirely of the far-right, scripture quoting, hateful, racist, greedy leaders and followers. Those are the most visible and vocal. Peter Popoff is such a creature, bilking millions over the years from his outrageous cult followers who can’t understand that his commercials offering miracle water are so sleazy that nobody who is not shielded by religious non-profit statuses would ever get away with that stupidity.

I need, I guess, to be reminded that people of real faith do exist. And that for them, the impossible does not exist.

Because they worship God, not money. They pray for their papas, or their children. They don’t ask for money, and they never pray for power.

A good day to you. May you be blessed and be free of the impossible.

The Eve of Destruction: Is The Next World War About To Begin?

If you’ve heard anything about the growing crisis at the border of Poland and Belarus, or anything about gas prices rising in Germany, and you think of them as separate current events, you’re dead wrong. Both are parts of a greater whole, and that is nightmare fuel.

In fact, I’d wager cash that key officials in Germany, France, every country in the European Union and in Washington DC actually are having nightmares.

The big picture consists of the above two crises, but all by design. The man behind it: Russian President Vladimir Putin.

The Pentagon hasn’t defined yet what the reason is for an estimated 100,000 Russian troops along its border with Ukraine. This is good; Putin wants to do what he does best, which is to weaponize immigrants, cause humanitarian crises, and then “intervene” to give aid to people in distress. He uses feints and all kinds of distractions, and has been sitting back, watching the West grow weak and divided. We can see in his history that he’s a snake; but exactly what his strategy is, remains unknown.

Quite possibly, he’s squeezed Ukraine and stirred up that country’s rebels in order to provoke the “first shot” by Ukraine or the EU. That would obviously give him the excuse to move troops and armor across the border and claim his right to do so.

But this is unlikely. It could work, but it’s doubtful. He really wants to come out of this looking as if he’s the good guy, and once destabilized sufficiently, Ukraine would be in the perfect position for him to “render humanitarian aid” with his military. Once he crosses the border, there would be the Devil to pay trying to get him out.

Russia’s response so far to inquiries as to the purpose of the massed troops has been limited to, in essence, “We’re on our own soil, so mind your business and leave us alone.”

Washington is playing the same game, but President Zelensky (of “the perfect phone call” fame) is not. He’s readying troops for fighting. I would expect nothing less.

This is turning into the most dangerous situation posed yet by the Russian Federation. More than two countries are already directly involved no matter what the Kremlin denies. And Latvia is moving troops to its border with Belarus.

Graphic by Nationsonline.org

The countries in yellow and orange on the map would all be impacted by any Russian invasion of Ukraine. Most immediately, Slovakia, Hungary, Romania, Lithuania, Estonia, Latvia and Poland. They will protect themselves no matter what Washinton does, and will doubtless be backed as well by France, Germany and Spain. If it gets to that, it’s World War Three. I don’t say this lightly; tensions are wound so tight by economic crises and COVID-19 that at some point, there could be no stopping it with traditional diplomatic means. That must not be allowed to happen. Millions would die, collateral casualties and damage would be tremendous, and, eventually, it would go nuclear.

When headlines say the World is worried, it is not a use of hyperbole; we are faced with a belligerent who is crafty, insane and yet quite intelligent, a man with an unshakable hold on power. He doesn’t exactly want a fight, but he’s not afraid of one either. That’s insanity.

While U.S. President Biden is being derided and is taking potshots by even his own party, and his approval rating is terrible, he understands honor, has lived by it, and he will not stand by while Russia invades Ukraine. Right now, I believe the chess match of sanctions, with Russia countering by cutting down gas supplies, is going to be it. Putin will stand down if the West shows more unity and resolve than he believes it is capable of. But do not underestimate him. That’s a mistake.

For now…we silently prepare, breath held, and we wait.

Sources

https://www.cnbc.com/2021/11/17/the-world-is-worried-putin-is-about-to-invade-ukraine-heres-why.html

https://www.usnews.com/news/world-report/articles/2021-11-15/russia-deploys-commandos-to-belarus-as-migrant-crisis-ukraine-tensions-spark-western-fears

What A Pisser!

Sophia Urista fronts the band Brass Against, and if you don’t know, that’s a metal group that covers the songs of other metal bands. I don’t know what the name Brass Against means and I’m not going to look it up. Except for early metal, mostly the 70s, I hate metal. What do I need with loud, de-tuned bass guitars and people screaming instead of singing?

Anyway, I got something in my email for local news that, down in Rockville, at some festival last night (12 November), She pissed on some guy’s face and, no. You didn’t misread that link. If you click it, be warned, it has a video of the incident.

Weirder still, she kept singing without missing a beat. No, I realize that comparing it to Ozzy biting off a bat’s head would be wrong. Lots of bizarre things happen onstage at rock and hip hop shows. But it seems as if, lately, the world is crazier than the way I remember it being. That’s probably just me. A problem with perception? Memory?

On Twitter a follower asked, “Did the guy know he was gonna be pissed on?”

The response was yes, that the stunt was prearranged.

Look. I’m no choir boy. I have my vices. And I don’t usually shame or throw throw shade on folks who have different tastes, but a long time ago I decided that certain things were okay in public, and certain things just shouldn’t happen. I count on people to act like they have some limits, but when they don’t, I really don’t talk about it. Not unless people are hurt or killed, and that will get me talking.

So what is this, this– whatever thing last night, and why did I feel the need to express just a touch of shock? Because, you see, I no longer shock easily. I don’t know why I’m writing this. I’m only certain of one thing.

It’s stupid and shouldn’t have happened like that. If it was really prearranged, why not invite dude backstage after the show? Golden showers have been around ever since people discovered that it was actually possible to piss on another person. Which, by my reckoning, was probably way before bear and deer skins were in fashion and people found out that hunting Wooly Mammoth was legal and you didn’t need a license for it.

I see from the article that the band has been invited to open for the metal band Tool on its European tour. Great. Maybe the lady can redeem herself by pissing on Alexander Lukashenko. Now that is something I would like to read about. Lukashenko is what they call “a dick”. And yet, I remember that another dictator once lived who liked golden showers. But when he became Chancellor, he ordered the girl who did the pissing murdered so she couldn’t tell anyone else that her uncle Adolf used to like her to piss all over him. Because his rallies would have lost something, you know? So maybe not go near Lukashenko after all.

When all else is distilled to base elements, what we have here is really sad. The band Brass Against posted, then deleted an apology on Twitter. What’s sad is, that is typical on Twitter. Apologies are made, then withdrawn, as if to state, “Sorry, not sorry, so fuck you.”

Is it me, or do I seem less like an asshole now, considering shit like this?

Nah. I’ll always be an asshole. But it’s okay. God has pity on assholes like me. And that’s good because now, I’m gonna look like an asshole anyway, writing a stupid-ass post like this.

By way of an apology for having wasted your time, here, have a drop of the good stuff before you go:

Travis Scott and the Kardashians Take Heat and I Love It

This isn’t a thing I want to post about. I don’t like needing to write this and it has almost nothing to do with my usual work. But, on rare occasions such as this, I have found that I can’t get away with silence. My conscience makes me do things. It just does.

I like accountability. I like being an asshole who still regards personal honor, honesty and integrity as things one can never cease aspiring to or for.

I do not have a sponsor. I have no income from my site, and would refuse any that was offered to me. I have no control over any ads which accompany my content. I am not compensated in any way.

I know that I am an old man. An asshole. Broken. Disabled. Sick. Full of regret and Remorse. If I am ever regarded as an influencer, nothing will change in me. I seek not fame nor notoriety. I’m just a blogger with stories to tell and the mission to help anyone who might find something useful in my experiences with abuse and mental illness. I will not know it if that has ever or will ever happen. I just write. If you think that makes me feel the weight of responsibility for my words, you’re absolutely right.

The tragedy at last Friday’s Astroworld show featuring rapper Travis Scott is something you’re bound to be at least passingly familiar with. Scott has been know to, in short, encourage crowds to become fervently disorderly. Last week, eight people died. Trampled, shoved over, smothered, there’s no way to know what exactly happened. They’re dead, and of dozens injured, there’s this heartbreaking article on PerezHilton.com.

The boy will likely die. The story wrenched my gut like all tragic news about children do, except this one seems to have an extra quality of hopelessness. In an induced coma, he has probably already had the last thoughts his wounded brain will have. How sad is that? I cry for him. I’ve wept for many years for many people over too much senseless suffering, none more than the little ones. If you can read this story and not cry or, at least, be enraged, I’m sorry, but you’re as bad as Scott.

Scott went to celebrate after the concert. A concert he continued after pleas for him to stop. Only later did he claim he was horrified at the news of deaths and serious injuries, saying he would pay all funeral costs.

How very kind of him.

How very sympathetic.

Sure, Scott: write a fucking check, because that always absolves guilt and that’s what you care about.

Whatever else he has done, his reputation preceded him to Astroworld. The trouble began before he even took the stage. That tells me he has no regard for the personal safety of his own fans. And can that be, in a million years, forgiven? Reckless endangerment. A callousness I cannot understand. I know what has happened at soccer games. I’ve heard of the incident when the Rolling Stones hired the Hell’s Angels to be security guards at at a concert. I know that people make bad decisions or lose control. I also happen to be all too familiar with evil. I’m not going to call Travis Scott evil, but he’s not going out of his way not to be.

***

What started me on this post was a casual perusal of news on Google trending stories. I didn’t want to read about it. Or even think about it. What caught my attention was a headline about the punishment the Kardashians and extended family were taking on social media. Whereas the writer on PerezHilton wrote that it was harsh and somewhat undeserved, I disagree. Crickets would have been preferable to the selfish crap they were posting. One had a new line of clothing debut. One published one of millions of titillating photographs. It’s staggering. I’m not a fan of written abuse, but of the responses I’ve seen, I have to say, at least, that fans do draw the line somewhere. It’s reassuring and refreshing.

I’ve never been a fan of Kardashians, I never will be, but they have to take the responsibility of being influencers much more seriously. That goes for everyone from television to YouTube to social media and the music industry. They can’t say otherwise and can’t hide behind continuously adoring, unswerving fans in whose eyes they can do no wrong. People are dead. The lack of sympathy and compassion expressed should not be mistaken as being on a “business schedule” or anything else. These people couldn’t care less about the suffering of others. Pray for and pity the victims and their families.

The Kardashians and their lot are probably well beyond help. I don’t pity them.

That’s not in my power.

Eating Shit, Pissing Poison

This article from NBC has a misleading headline. At first it seems pathetically funny: Woman Sues Kellogg…for Strawberry Pop-Tarts Not Having Enough Strawberries.

Sounds a bit like the dude who called 911 when Subway put mustard on his hoagie.

But it’s actually not very funny at all and it turns out, strawberries aren’t the only fruit in strawberry Pop-Tarts.

Look, I’m not usually one to eat the damn things, and I never stopped to think about what’s in them. I thought strawberry Pop-Tarts were filled with HFCS-sweetened strawberry jam. Not the least bit nutritious, bad for you in every way, but (I) assumed that folks pretty well knew what they were getting. As a kid, I’d wolf those things down. Never thought about what’s inside one.

Indeed, way back then, chances were, you got what you paid for. Muckrakers would occasionally make the news, but usually a company considered its standing with consumers.

Or so I was taught in some dipshit history class.

The Truth is, and has been, much more complicated. And not just because of misleading labeling and advertising. Food allergies and food poisoning kill a lot of people every year. According to the CDC, over 100,000 people in the U.S. are so affected annually, over 40,000 are sick enough to require hospital care, and 3,000 will die.

Three thousand people is way too many. Some eat foods that have spoiled; that’s always going to happen. But bacterial, viral and parasitic cases are frightening when a consumer is innocent, has every reason to trust a brand name, yet is made sick. And allergies to some foods? Bigger problem than you think. I say it’s inexcusable.

But what of the Roundup weedkiller scandal? Expressed atomically, (C3H8NO5P) it is a phosphonate, commonly known as a capable defoliant for broadleaf plants which inhibit crop growth and survival. Since 1974 saw its approval for agricultural use, it has been around for decades. Currently it is still FDA approved and it has a non-carcinogenic status. However, one or two sources state that sales to average homeowners will cease in 2023. Bayer, which bought the brand, is, it’s claimed, going to lose money on its deal. But 2023 gives plenty of time for billions in retail sales, so the claim doesn’t hold much weight.

The suits alleged that frequent use of the herbicide caused cancer. Some have settled. Bayer/Monsanto won a trial but settled with others, presumably to cut litigation costs.

In this excellent blog post by the Sokolove Law firm, posted in 2019, it’s stated that residual chemicals from Roundup are found almost everywhere, alarmingly including infant formula. It’s in the air. Drinking water. Often found in our urine, and our bodies do not produce any such thing. It has to be ingested or breathed. Non-Hodkins lymphoma is nothing anyone should ever be nonchalant about. NHL can be treated and a five-year survival rate can be attained, depending on where it is and what stage it’s in, and you can find symptoms and information on the American Cancer Society page.

That’s merely one small part of the foods we eat. As you can see from the Sokolove blog, if you’re shopping for anything, always look for labels that say certified organic. Lots of labels that simply read “Organic” are anything but that, and the FDA is never on our side. Because the administration is always understaffed and underfunded, it cannot possibly be diligent; nor is it remotely immune to bribes and other types of corruption. The CSB is also overwhelmed but reliable; if they issue a warning, heed it.

Over the past decade I have seen another problem with grocery items. You may pay a similar price for your usual size and brand but it’s deceiving: there’s less in it. Lately some products such as jelly, juice and others have more water in them. A can of chunk light tuna absolutely has more water; when drained, it’s impossible to miss. The ounce size may remain the same, but see for yourself. In the 1970s if you opened a can of Starkist, you had plenty for two big sandwiches. No longer, and what’s worse is that the meat reeks like catfood. Tuna never smelled like that before. It wasn’t ever the most aromatically pleasing food, but the tuna now is pungent. If I buy tuna, it’s solid white albacore.

If you are still getting the same amount and quality you have come to expect, then you’re definitely paying far more for it. And the retail jumps have not always been subtle; I’ve seen increases amounting to over a dollar in mere months following a smaller increase. And that will get much, much worse.

Hershey marketed a chocolate bar that had air bubbles in it, giving the buyer less chocolate and blatantly extolling what a great idea it was!

Tricks dirty, sneaky and blatant are never beneath any food producer. As inflation grows worse, on a path to eclipse anything we’ve ever seen, dirtier tricks will be used. Advertising is the business of cutthroats, bullshit their product. False advertising suits don’t concern megacorporations that broke the monopoly barrier when nobody was looking. They pay off a negotiated amount and simply change their methods; the deceit remains. You know how appetizing those burger commercials are? How about when the burger is plastic and the mayonnaise Elmer’s glue? Have you ever been served a Big Mac that looked like the pictures? Madison Avenue is no longer the hub of advertisers but the name remains as a epithet; derogatory and signifying dishonesty and legalized corruption.

Next on the food list we have to research inflation more closely. A nominal income is a paycheck, the amount of currency a household gets. It never rises as fast as, or even with, consumer prices. Never. Your boss may raise your salary or hourly rate if you are not in a union any time he or she desires. Which isn’t much and isn’t often. Sticky amounts, or contracted pay rates such as those negotiated by a union and an employer, are more difficult to change and take longer, since contracts last multiple years in most cases. The worst part is that conservative politicians have been busting unions. Ever since Reagan fired striking air traffic controllers, it has been understood that unions have lost a lot of their muscle.

When a contract offer is voted on by union members and rejected, the workers are essentially on strike when their current contract expires. What happens then is something called various things depending on circumstances. Either further negotiations, collective bargaining, working without a contract, arbitration or a walkout occurs. What’s being argued is more than benefits. What concerns everyone voting is a cost of living increase. Inflation is the reason for that. Every time a consumer has to pay more for any given item, his or her buying power is decreased: they simply cannot afford everything they need. This goes for everything from gasoline, heating oil or natural gas, electricity costs, general home maintenance and repair, right down to a loaf of bread.

When prices increase as they are now due to an interruption, producers will make attempts to slow inflation. This interruption has been a global pandemic, natural disasters like hurricanes and wildfires, and years of drought in the west. All compounded even now, as workers quit their jobs for lack of adequate pay, compulsory COVID-19 vaccinations and politics.

What will come of it is highly unpredictable except for the broad sense: prices will rise dramatically, quality will fall, supply will fall short. If you get a bag of groceries today for $50.00, you will be lucky to get everything in that bag for almost twice as much by spring, early summer at the latest. Remember, we can’t focus on a single product. Especially commodities traded daily. The total cost of living your life is what we’re talking about. And I can only assure you that it will become a bitter subject in the months ahead. Remember the Ever Giving getting stuck in the Suez Canal? Sauce for the goose. Another contribution to supply and costs.

Some tricks will be used to help defray retail stress. Juices will get more water. Grated cheeses may get more wood pulp added. Containers of ice cream will be smaller. Everyone who sells merchandise will want to stay competitive; otherwise they go out of business. Essential items must be bought, others may be left on the shelves. Look at labels and pay attention to every word and number. Keep a list of essentials, their size, contents and costs. Then watch TV and sit back and wait for the bullshit to fly.

Speaking of shit, be careful with imported produce. Some countries fertilize crops with human excrement. Yes, yes, it’s worse than cow manure. Certified organic. Please.

A lawsuit over strawberry Pop-Tarts is seemingly frivolous at first glance. I assure you, it isn’t. Stay vigilant.

Alec Baldwin’s Tragic Misfire Of Prop Gun Wounds 1, Kills Rising Talent

These things happen and we are always shocked when it makes headlines. There will be those who will develop complicated conspiracy theories about how it was all masterminded and carried out.

For now I recommend sympathy for all involved. It’s just a terrible thing, so sad. This world is so tragic that entertainers can’t escape the touch of freak accidents. I’m sure Baldwin is quite devastated.

9/11 Twenty Years Later. What We Should Have Been Free To Do, But Weren’t.

Maryland, USA, 11 September 2021, 12:50 hrs

I’ve spent the morning watching the same channel I watched twenty years ago today. MSNBC has since dropped from my list of news sources. They don’t do headline news; it’s a political opinion network. Not altogether a bad thing as it and CNN counter Fox, OAN and Newsmax, which is necessary and in fact critical.

I heard and watched President George Bush speak in Shanksville where a brave and determined group of passengers sacrificed their lives to save others by causing their hijacked plane to crash.

He said some things I found puzzling. He clearly defined America then as very different from now. How astute an observation. But the clear and strong way he spoke made it seem to me as if no time at all has passed. A surreal moment that will become a speech for the ages. In the end, he hit a home run. It’s his finest speech ever and I see that he has changed after all. This is an honorable man.

I wished to see a better mix between the three sites of attacks and found that New York was not given its due on the TV coverage. But it wasn’t ever truly possible to cover every observance completely on live television. That’s how much happened that terrible day.

I’ve already told where I was and what I did that day. Just one insignificant person, an asshole, on one unforgettably ugly day in history. A day that changed everything.

Today what I’ve evolved into sat and watched in reverence at the heroes; in forlorn helplessness at the victims who should be here and aren’t; in profound anger at what happened between 9/11 and yesterday, when AP News reported that the Taliban had allowed Americans to go home.

I heard a lot about “Nativism” today. I’ve heard some awful things in my time, said some, too. Assholes do that. Even as an asshole, though, you’d never catch me using that word. I’m not a Native American. The usage is incorrect. I suppose it applies as an attitude, but one equally out of place. It seems to me the reference is to our cruelty to immigrants and, in the days following the attacks, hate crimes and speech against Arab-Americans and anyone not exactly white. I think it means what white supremacists do. The bastards.

***

I’m glad that we are out of Afghanistan. I’m glad more people got out after we left, if that’s true. It puts a patch on our damaged pride and facilities a way to get it heal. Now we can deal from strength and not be under pressure to do certain things hastily.

I wasn’t truly sold on us leaving at first. Once I was, my problem became how the exit was executed. It was obviously a bug out, panic derived and carried out in panic, because we were being surrounded by the Taliban. I found no honor in the process. In fact it’s going to make it into high school text books.

But I’m no longer of the mind that President Biden has made a mistake. He doesn’t work alone; he relies on intelligence agencies and military leaders. We see a case where they were wrong and he was right. They advised against leaving.

I doubt that conclusion is a consensus, but it’s the one that made the news, and if he had done it their way, then it would have been to underestimate the Taliban. He was stuck with a situation where to remain would have been disastrous.

So looking back, leaving when we did was definitely not dishonorable. It saved the lives of those who have come home.

On the twenty year anniversary of our worst day, Donald Trump made a classless speech in which he took a shot at Biden for leaving Afghanistan. He did not say he started it or that he wanted to bring Taliban members to Camp David to negotiate. Which caused outrage in case anyone forgot.

Really? On a day like today, he repeated how he had won the election and took a major shot at Biden. What a piece of human flotsam. How evil and demented is this guy?

I’m not going to be caught doing what Trump does. Realizing my own mistake, I have pulled a post that was written in an emotional moment. I claimed America was defined by dishonor. I must, in the future, withhold my words until my emotions have settled. Because I was getting likes on that post when nobody was bothering with anything else in my archives, I realized that I had said things others wanted to read. People who probably hate Joe Biden and love Donald Trump.

But my words qualified as lies. I have since been better informed and with a bit of objectivity analyzed what President Biden had to be seeing. In fact, the new Taliban government is already in place and fully engaged. That’s how close they already were, and knew it, going back at least a few months if not longer. If I’m sitting in the Oval Office this summer, I make the same decision Biden did. Anyone, especially Trump, who says they could have done better is a goddamn liar. They don’t see the situation for what it was. They think we had a fighting force over there. We did not. We couldn’t even hold the airport, for pity’s sake. They assume that the Taliban was too weak to be a threat. These people are uninformed. Blind. Arrogant. The claims of people inflexible and opinionated, who think they know better.

Taliban forces and Al-Qaeda had been steadily growing in strength. Throw ISIS and ISIL into the mix, then look back. What we did in Iraq led to this. Writing in 2008, I predicted that our presence there had caused serious enough damage that when we left, we would cause the region to be entirely destabilized, possibly annexed by Iran. What really happened is much worse. Insurgents pouring over the border was where everything we see now started. We should never have gone there. And President Bush as much as said so. He has regrets, things that haunt him. I could see it and hear it in his speech today. What I heard most of all was that we have to get over ourselves and get back to where we were after 9/11. Unified. Determined.

Trump’s minions don’t want to hear it. But I hope enough Republicans heard Bush and experienced a sobering realization. That Trump is wrong, that he is ignorant and arrogant and his four years as president has damaged this country.

The United States of America is supposed to be above a scumbag like him.

I was wrong about the timing of our exit from Afghanistan. We may not like it, but we aren’t responsible for the lives that would have been lost had we remained any longer. The Taliban so quickly put a working government in place that it should tell you everything you need to know: we had to go, and there wasn’t one minute to spare.

I’m a patriot. I love my country. But I equally love the truth. And today I’m grateful to have been able to see and correct a mistake made from emotion combined with not getting all of the facts first. Our president is honorable, a good man. He promised during his campaign to get us out of Afghanistan and he did it. And if you don’t like how it went down, try putting yourself in his place.

What might you have done?

Twenty years of troops in Afghanistan is twenty years too long. You can argue for 17 years too long and I might agree, but well into 2021, no. We should have been long gone. Now, we finally are.

That such mistakes are so easily made in our own interpretation of events is a reflection of the influence of social media users who shut out real news. I’m never using it again. But I wish others would see the danger it facilitates.

On this 20th anniversary of our darkest day, we should have been free to look back and honor the fallen. We were not.

Donald Trump opened his mouth.

They Are All Going To Die

I want you to watch this.

That’s from a few weeks ago. It is dark, horrible stuff and yes, I agree: shame on the world for what is happening in Afghanistan.

Except, shame doesn’t begin to touch what the whole world should be feeling right now. And everyone is sitting there watching it happen.

It is no simple thing. First of all, President Biden, then a vice president, told someone out loud that there was no reason to stay in Afghanistan. When asked what the consequences of pulling out would be he said, “Fuck that. Look at Vietnam in ’73. Nixon and Kissinger (got away with it)”. In other words he knew we had been there long enough to affect their culture, but in the end, fuck that. Let’s just leave even though we know the Taliban, al-Qaeda and even ISIS would mass forces and move back in, killing anyone known, suspected or just accused of aiding U.S. forces. And kill and enslave women and little girls. Fuck them. Let’s just leave.

Here’s John Oliver’s take on Afghanistan, and I cannot make any better summary than this.

I’ll defend anyone who makes a stand for the greater good, but some ache deep in my gut has me thinking that nobody in Washington had the greater good on their mind. The quote from Vice President Biden haunts me. The greater good. Right.

This has been the track record of American politics ever since Vietnam. We go, we kill, we claim the high ground, we get bogged down, we leave.

But in Afghanistan it was different than in Vietnam. That was a different war, a different time. We should have, if nothing else, learned the harsh lesson it offered.

We aren’t too good at learning lessons, though. I’m sorry for that. But I’m not certain that lessons learned, if there had been any, would have been very helpful. Not in the quagmire which was Afghanistan. Fighting against dedicated communist guerrillas along with the standing NVA after the French already had their asses kicked there was about as stupid as we could get, or so we thought. But the men who came up with the idea of invading Afghanistan utterly lacked brains enough to know what was bound to happen.

Of course, we helped create the Taliban. And John Oliver is correct; the unwritten rule that you don’t go near Afghanistan and certainly don’t invade it was literally a plot point of Rambo 3.

So some screenwriter knew two decades before that invading Afghanistan was stupid no matter what hardware you took along. Some of which we’ve left for the terrorists to use against us in the future. Meanwhile nobody in Washington seems to have had the sense of a B movie screenwriter.

What we have done to the people of Afghanistan is utterly dishonorable and inhumane. And fuck everyone at Fox News.

Fuck every one of your distorted truths and outright lies. And fuck everyone who denies that we are responsible for the lives of civilians we’ve left behind.

Responsible for their deaths as well.

Even our own veterans who just did their duty and came back injured in mind and body get treated like they’re not in any way people of consequence. The suicides are the proof. Before we ever send men and women in harm’s way again, we would do well to have a support system in place for the veterans. War changes people. Always, for the worse.

Twenty years of casualties for what return? Osama bin Laden is dead. Big deal. He wasn’t even a player anymore. He was reduced to watching porn on VHS tapes in a fortified hovel. The Pakistan government were the ones protecting him, proving just what they really think of us. That’s not all Pakistan did, either. But most importantly what we get from twenty years of war is…nothing.

Absolutely fucking nothing. Trump dealt with the terrorist leaders because he was an idiot who thought they would keep their word. But coincidentally we really did have to leave. Biden just finished the job.

Considering the dead, the progress women made which will now get them killed or hand them a living hell, we should never have gone there in the first place.

This is why I have nothing positive to say about George Bush and his satanic version of Jiminy Cricket, Dick Cheney.

Look, America. Look at what we have done.

And this time…try to fucking learn from it.

World Travel Advisory: Avoid The United States At All Costs

While my attention was on what Hurricane Ida was doing to the south and then the northeast, and my God it was epic–dozens dead, property damage I can’t get my head around–some terrible things have been going on here.

In Texas, two laws which either defied or abused our Constitution have passed. First, because this is only the beginning of women losing every bit of their equal rights so bitterly fought for, is the Texas abortion law. I’ll tell you right off, if you are against abortion, you probably would be much happier skipping this post.

Because, fuck that. Rich white men in bed with the Catholic Church and other interests had passed a law in May which the U.S. Supreme Court has given its blessing to. And god damn them for it, too.

Known as the “heartbeat” bill, it specifies what on the surface looks strange.

It says that as soon as any doctor can detect a fetus’s heartbeat, the mother may not legally abort it. It also restricts the state from enforcing the law and puts responsibility for that onto private citizens through civil cases. Oh, and that goes for the mother, the doctor and includes anyone who aids the mother. With that kind of ambiguity, even a municipal bus driver can be sued, although I doubt that will happen.

At least not right away.

This now forces women to leave the state for the procedure, but you can bet all states surrounding Texas will do something to prevent it; probably with their own abortion restriction laws.

Pregnant women will be forced to carry and deliver babies with severe birth defects and handicaps that will make child and parents alike suffer. The states are fighting to take away all aid to poor parents. That means that the heartless Republicans would gleefully have a child born with special needs that the state is not responsible for giving any help to. Not for procedures, not for formula, pediatrician visits–nothing will be provided. And if the poor baby dies, I would not be surprised to see a law providing for parents to be criminally prosecuted.

A bunch of bald, fat white men are taking away the right of a woman to decide what to do with her body.

A Grenade With The Pin Gone

As of 1 September, people in Texas can carry handguns without a permit.

Or training.

This makes it the most dangerous state to travel through or to. Stay out. Because any traveler from another country is in grave danger. The Texans who will carry guns also are the most likely to be racist. Or in a gang. Both are equally dangerous.

There are many infamous cities around the globe that are rated the most dangerous. Although not in the top ten, Baltimore Maryland consistently ranks around the same general spot on the charts. It’s an easy city to get shot in and we don’t have any such gun laws. That doesn’t matter; gang violence and other gun violence kill over 300 people per year, and children, even babies are among the murdered.

I live about 45 minutes away. I don’t go there and constantly tell others not to. Because visiting the amazing National Aquarium, the magnificent USS Constellation, dining in Little Italy or watching a Ravens or Orioles game is not worth your life. True, most crime happens away from those areas, but not all, and the Baltimore Police Department has a long record of corruption. It’s not safe anywhere.

COVID-19 Alert

The rising rate of infection from coronavirus makes any travel in the United States dangerous. Particularly in Arkansas, Tennessee, Florida, Mississippi and Texas. The governor of Mississippi told his constituents that they would not be provided with the vaccine. He actually told them to sit back and let God take care of them. He forgot the part of the Bible that says “Thou shalt not tempt the Lord thy God.”

Despite what’s reported by American media as an increase in vaccinated individuals, the rates of transmission are rising and there are still cases ending in mortality. If people here aren’t taking covid seriously by now, then stay away.

Why risk your life for anything in this country? I’ve had enough of this bullshit. I’d rather see businesses lose money than to see visitors to our country die because of stupid bastards without regard for others.

Take care of yourselves. Stay away from the United States.

Stay safe. Be well.

As always, I’m humbled and grateful that you’ve let me be a part of your life.

BOLO: Spoofed Phone Numbers of Banks

Bank of America users who used a mobile app were called by someone with the same called ID number and the same hold music as their branch. During the call they were told about a large sum they spent, which rang their alarm as “questionable”, hence the call. In the linked article, you’ll see that it’s easy to fall for, but remember: if your bank calls you, or for that matter just about anyone else, either ghost it or hang up. No information should ever be given out over the phone. After clearing off the call, you should call your main branch and check in, reporting the scam. If you’ve seen money leave your account after a call, you have to call the bank anyway. You want your money back.

As a rule of thumb, I never answer my phone unless it’s from someone I know, and then I still better really hear their voice, or I’m hanging up. If the caller ID comes up as a business, I already think it’s a spoofed number, as I’ve seen spoofs done for years. They’re hardly new but used to be rare. Now, not so much.

Once I got a call with the Fios logo and number. I came very close to being scammed before I caught on and hung up the phone.

Don’t feel bad if you get fooled. The fact is, they sometimes are convincing, but don’t punish yourself in any event. Alert your bank and credit card company as well as the police, and never give any information over the phone again. Als o, when using an app for transactions, do not follow the instructions of anyone calling you. That’s always a no-go.

Any time you’re called–especially by the IRS or Social Security Administration, hang up immediately. Those never call you; you get a piece of mail indicating that you should call them instead. You’re going to be answered by a recorded menu and put on hold, but that’s when you know you’re on the right track. They will not ask you for your information because once you identify yourself by the mail you received, they’re already looking at your information on their monitor. That’s how it works, period.

Be careful. With September begins the busiest time of year for scammers and porch pirates. Come December, your biggest problem should be buying the goose or ham and puzzling over what to get that uncle who’s never happy with anything and who gives you a truly heinous tie or lace brassiere. Time to get even. Give him an inflatable doll. You know the kind I mean?

Home

Our sons and daughters aren’t all home yet. Some won’t be coming.

A number estimated at two hundred “or less” remain in-country and the assurances that “diplomacy” will get them out sounds like horseshit to me. After everything we’ve done to evacuate, we left people behind?

Who? Who’s left behind? Why, why the fuck would we do that? They served faithfully. They kissed a cheek goodbye and left. Then we leave them, and I don’t care how many are still there. One is too many. They will not be returned by terrorists. You know it. I know it. They capture. They torture. Not for information.

For hate.

I thought this was going to be done honorably. As Taliban forces closed in around the airport, the imperative was to be done with the operation.

The Taliban will be less forgiving than I, and I condemn the cowardly act of leaving anyone behind. It’s bad enough that we went there at all, far worse that we lost brothers and sisters there, worse still that anyone got left behind especially when we know exactly how they will die.

You heartless motherfuckers. How could you leave anyone to such a fate?

Bastards. Ah, but it’s nothing new. Is it? Like Vietnam, we just lifted off and left our people there. We don’t know how many; these days nobody flies the POW-MIA flag anymore. But we didn’t forget. We never forget.

De Blasio Hard On Cuomo, Homeless

Check this article out. Because the last minute extension of the moratorium on evictions by President Biden won’t last long and isn’t for everyone. Soon more homeless will join those being shoved around by police. It seems that if any metro area in the country, besides Los Angeles, with such numbers of homeless people, would want a solve for the situation. In one month, the nights will be cold enough to be potentially lethal. Hell, I’ve hauled freight up through the Bronx in August at night before and had to turn on the heater. The city will see more deaths with covid as well. When new homeless people hit the streets, they will be people who have never lived in the elements before. Without resources and help, many will die.

Joe Biden told the G7 countries that “America is back.”

Their response: “But is it?”

I’m thinking not.

But a mayor with a lot of serious work to do isn’t concerned with homelessness. Fuck no. He’s on CBS This Morning condemning Andrew Cuomo, pervert and predator.

Oh, Cuomo needs to be fucked with. He deserves it. The investigation into the allegations by 11 women of sexual harassment and assault have been found valid and credible. He should have resigned the minute the first woman complained. However, he’s displaying something not unlike that of a sociopath. Now he’s likely to face not only the civil suits but a couple of counts of criminal sexual assault. He’s a predator. He won’t resign. He maintains his innocence but not live on TV; in a prerecorded statement so he could fix any tics, blinks or pauses that made him look guilty. What a coward. All he had to do was resign, admit he had evil hands, that filth had come from his lips, and start the process of making restitution. Not that it would have been enough, but he might not be so close to impeachment now. He wouldn’t be a distraction as the state is poised to take serious losses. I’m convinced that he has no honor and doesn’t know what that is.

There’s truth in the assumption that he and de blasio hate each other and by showing up at CBS studio this morning, the mayor just looked vindictive and it took away from whatever he had to say about masks and covid. The pair of them are selfish imbeciles.

Going by what we know so far about the moratorium extension, this winter looks bleak. I wonder if we have an adequate supply of body bags.

A Conspiracy Theorist Pays The Price For Spreading Her Ridiculous Ideas

A lead flute player with the Baltimore Symphony Orchestra (BSO) has been dismissed after months of posting conspiracy theories on her social media. The article states that beginning in February, the orchestra had to publicly distance itself after months of her social media activities. She had then been disciplined but continued the screwy posts, and they had to fire her. Considering the longevity of her career with the BSO and a talent that earned her a solo album, the posts must have reeked of bullshit.

The Tweets From BSO Regarding Scala’s Conspiracy Theories

Scala also had a history of bitching about attempts by the BSO to recruit people of color. She made statements in emails about how, if that was ever to happen, black parents would have to instill a love of classical music in their children. That’s not exactly constructive, but it is absolutely racist, her implication being that the average black family isn’t cultured enough for liking classical music, limiting themselves to (implied) less sophisticated genres.

I found the emails disgusting but those are not being discussed in the news. What got her fired was claiming that a laboratory in North Carolina engineered COVID-19, then sold it to the lab in Wuhan, possibly one of the most loopy goddamn conspiracy theories yet about covid. When are they going to learn that to fool the maximum amount of people possible that their goofy ideas have to at least be plausible enough so as not to make their own bosses issue statements that they do not share nor condone the bullshit in the first place?

Especially if the entity one works for tried to avoid the necessity of issuing the statement. Scala was warned more than once. She pushed it and paid the price. Au revoir, simple. You did it to yourself. Good luck finding an entire symphony of Trump cultists.

Oh, and that’s another thing: she is one of those Trump supporters who remain convinced that the election was rigged against Trump. Bigly. Roll over, Beethoven. You can go back to sleep now.

Earthquake In Howard County

This morning at approximately 02:00 a 2.1 temblor was felt in my county. It was about five miles from me and I swear I wouldn’t bring it up, but my TV was a bit loud and I was about to turn down the volume when something sounded like the neighbors upstairs had gotten pissed at me, hauled off and thrown a fucking cannonball across their living room. Seriously, I didn’t know a 2.1 could be that loud, nor that it even was an earthquake until I saw it on the news at 05:00.

I wonder what Ms. Scala would think about it. Since it was felt in D.C., maybe she’ll tweet that someone tried to assassinate the president with an vintage twelve-pounder.

Holy crud, we’re all doomed. Something is eating people’s brains. Maybe there really will be a zombie apocalypse with all this stupid going on.

Traffic Stop

WARNING! THIS POST CONTAINS DISTURBING DETAILS

The officers probably didn’t want to do it. And nobody can know whether the woman driving had rolled past other cops who also didn’t want to stop her. Or maybe they didn’t get a look, a close enough look at the plates. Temporary license plates. In Maryland it is not uncommon for drivers to abuse temporary plates by driving past their expiration dates.

But the officers turned on the cruiser’s lights and proceeded with what they thought was a routine, if slightly irregular, traffic stop.

But it wasn’t routine, and irregular can’t begin to describe what really happened.

It is the type of thing that police officers everywhere would find horrifying no matter how many years they have served. Yeah, that kind. The one which any cop would wish they had never made. Because no matter what, it is life-changing. It has to be. Because no human can anticipate horror like the brand these cops had to face the second those lights started flashing.

And you’d think, in the end, that the motorist would have tried to flee, make a chase of it. That they did not at first do so may be the most terrifying part of all.

They got out of the cruiser. Or cruisers; which is not clear and makes no difference.

Nicole Johnson turned out not to have a driver’s license. Driving without a license is a moving violation which could, but rarely, put one behind bars. I got six months once for driving at night using an “inspection tag”, a kind of temporary tag meant for moving your car to an inspection station and back to the DMV to prove it has been certified road worthy, then get standard license plates (Maryland requires two, front and rear). I was fortunate in that the judge placed me on probation. I had to be Peter Perfect for the six months and if I was, the record would be cleared. I was Peter Perfect.

Nicole Johnson seemed unconcerned. So she had no driver’s license. So what?

It’s Essex. A place where there are lots of poor neighborhoods. Drivers with no licenses are likely common. It can be difficult to have a shit job, feed your kids and afford rent plus monthly insurance premiums. That’s life in a country where the minimum amount you can legally pay a full time worker is below the poverty level. You think it’s okay, paying someone less than what it takes to be called “poor?” Try living that way and maybe you’ll feel different.

But there was more to Nicole Johnson not having a driver’s license and her income than met the eyes. Much, much more.

And when I first heard about it I knew somehow that I would have to write this post.

At some point, officers told Johnson that her car had to be towed. She was driving with more than an expired temporary license plate. Hers was fake. You don’t get to drive home and be told to park it. Not in this state. You can’t even have a car without insurance and plates sitting in your back yard. And for every day that your car goes uninsured the financial penalty piles up. I find it to be an unfair law which puts the poor at a severe disadvantage. But in this state you may as well criminalize poverty, though there’s plenty of it. The poor don’t catch lucky breaks. They catch visits to Courtroom B and cell block 4. Social services don’t give a rat’s ass about their kids. You don’t want to know what’s next for them.

Nicole Johnson. Age, 33. African American. In this state she could easily have been white, 23, and you’d get the same result. Because poverty and mental illness know no boundaries, no limits. Even if Johnson was white, she was going to be busted.

She said of the car being towed and officers ordering her to show up in District Court within five days, “It don’t matter. I won’t be here in five days and y’all going to see me on the news, y’all going to see me on the news making my big debut.”

Wait, what? What’s that supposed to mean? Any officer would already be on edge, but those words, those arrogant, callous, cryptic words, had to have been chilling. Their eyes would have widened for the briefest second, then narrowed. I know. I’ve made cops do it. I didn’t mean to, though. Nicole Johnson did.

It is summer in Baltimore County. The heat out west has not affected us much. Less than an average summer, truth be told. But summer all the same. Heat does things that make natural things hang about. So it was that officers caught the unmistakable stench of decomp, short for decomposing bodies. What happened next was the thing no officer anticipates, the thing that haunts any cop for the rest of their days. It leaves a residual shock.

I call it trauma. A damaged cop is left in place of one who hit the streets that day, tough, jaded from all the evil things they’ve seen, weary inside because the evil has become a routine. There isn’t enough help for them. Having counseling, as in the military, is often viewed as a deficiency, a weakness to be chided. The hard code of the brotherhood of officers guarantees that sometime in the future, a traumatized person wearing a badge may break and make the news himself.

A bag with a suitcase inside revealed maggots. And then…the body of a child.

Finally Johnson ran. Presumably on foot. It was incongruous considering her declaration and arrogance she had displayed moments ago. She knew she had no hope of escape.

Eventually another body was discovered in the trunk. Johnson’s deceased niece and nephew. Malnourished, abused and post morten exams revealed months of malnourishment. With a decomposing body it is sometimes difficult to fix the cause of death. Holes appear in the dermis which could be wound or decomposition…or maggots. Underlying bone and tissues must be carefully examined. The girl, Johnson said, had been struck by her, then fallen and fatally struck her head. That’s first degree murder. A homicide straight and pure. Johnson said the boy died of blood loss from a leg wound.

There are many questions remaining. Johnson was arrested and charged with multiple felony and misdemeanor charges and waived a bond hearing. She won’t see daylight for a very long time.

The questions, though, linger. Why had neighbors never asked any? Why had no reports made it to Child Protective Services?

And why was their mother unable to care for her children, leaving them in her sister’s care? Why did she wait so long before enquiring as to their welfare, and why did she try to get her children back, only to have her sister not show, then wait for so long to get police involved? She never heard anything until police told her that the children were dead.

These riddles are more than troubling. They stay with you and nag at the soul, begging you to find answers. The questions will never be answered. Nicole Johnson made the news. Her debut is accomplished. She will go down in police legend as a monster straight from Hell. Something in a human body which, they’ll tell themselves, is not human.

Nobody knows what they’re going through, but Baltimore County Police Chief Melissa Hyatt has said that they were seriously affected. Only time will tell if they can continue to do police work. The community,, family and friends, Hyatt said, were all deeply affected. She apologized on behalf of the BCPD and the county for such a monstrous tragedy. Because that’s the only thing she could do. It appears that she, too has been touched malignantly by the monster inside Nicole Johnson. It has been speculated that the boy may have been in the trunk since May, 2020.

As a community and a state where they have to handle that which never can be, Johnson is headed to a place where other women will have heard of the high profile case. They will be waiting for her.

The charges faced by Nicole Johnson in Baltimore County

In the meantime, coroners continue their forensic work, nobody knows how the mother feels, and word of the case spreads around the world because it’s too horrible not to.

And we are left with a decision.

When we are going to do something about the horrors awaiting the children of America. Will we continue turning away, not saying anything, reading that the kids we knew were neglected have become a homicide statistic?

Can we continue such bestiality and the approval of it by our silence?

What were the last months of these kids like?

What were the last minutes of their lives like?

You have to imagine it and see through their eyes the terror, the unfair finality of it all.

Because if we can’t do that, we are doomed. And in God’s eyes, perhaps that would be for the best. What does it mean to be human if we are really no better than this?

What does it all mean?

Sources WJZ CBS Baltimore

And WBAL TV

———–U F O———–

A report came out about UAPs which means unidentified aerial phenomenon. It made the news. I didn’t pay much attention to it. I’d already seen the videos of cockpit footage from the Pentagon or whatever department released it a year or more earlier. After 2020, it’s difficult to nail down the dates of certain things because that year was a hard reboot. The new software was a hog. It took up so much disk space that some things sort of seem distant in odd ways. The screen was now indicating that there had been a major system failure, and there was now a string of programs in place as a fail safe. But it doesn’t turn out to be helpful. The virus that led to a cascade failure left others dead, their computers rendered nothing more than tall coasters. Or a footrest for one foot as they sat at their desks.

Others had the virus, made it to reboot, but are compromised with leftover damage. Suddenly, nothing was the same anymore. We should all have known that nothing would ever be the same.

So forgive me, but I don’t much care about a report that I honestly think everyone should have known didn’t say much. My concern is you. So let’s talk.

A nine page report. Incredibly brief for an American government document, yes? Because if there’s one thing us Yanks are good at, indeed insist on, it’s printing a whole forest’s worth of bullshit on paper, even this far into the digital age. Nine pages can’t possibly say much when a House bill used up half the wood in the Rocky Mountain forests and the bill is only about who can access public restrooms.

Could have just used a page and say the same shit, saved the rest for music rolls to put in those restrooms. Or maybe we could just have spared the fucking trees and perhaps kept some endangered species from going extinct. Fucking paper pushers.

And yet the “report” is nine pages.

For a subject as big as UFOs.

That’s right. I still use that acronym. I’m tired of people changing shit there’s nothing wrong with.

And if you really thought that those nine pages actually contained anything new, the joke’s on you. It doesn’t. I finally did read an article about it. I just randomly clicked something that showed up in a Google search.

For what it’s worth, I don’t give a shit about UFOs, and you know why?

First, people are hungry. They’re sick. Poor. Dying. So WTF?

Second. The fucking bullshit stories of “contactees” who claim to be in telepathic communication with extraterrestrials. There are and have been more of them than you think and they’re not all acid-droppers. And it’s not some metaphysically weird thing, it’s called psychosis. I laugh. Seriously, I cringe first, but then I laugh. And I think of George Adamski.

He was a guy so keen to prove flying saucers were real that he made one, photographed it and then sold books and gave lectures. People believed him to the point of becoming a cult. Lectures brought big money and of course, back then being the era of the black and white home cameras that had film rolls one had to develop in a dark room, and pros still used plates, people paid cash for prints of his photographs. The cash rolled in and the fucker got rich screwing multitudes of gullible people.

What’s worse is that almost immediately debunkers went to work and this candidate for an asylum just kept raking in the currency.

He claimed to have met an extraterrestrial named Orthon. The guy was Venusian but somehow Nordic. Okay. A Venusian from the Netherlands. Gotcha.

A Hollywood photographer and a few personal friends failed to back his story up and Project Blue Book tore him apart.

He did things that could be prosecuted today as fraud. Possibly more, since he chose to tangle with the FBI. They just thought he was a kook and he was never arrested.

But he and others like him caused damage to the serious research that concerned UFOs. It was and remains a mysterious subject that has troubled people for ages. Stephen Hawking warned that if extraterrestrials ever did come here, they wouldn’t be friendly.

Some of the most fertile ground for hoaxes, UFOs are troubling by nature, but after the History Channel turned into the Erich von Däniken and the Giorgio Tsoucalos channel, it’s hard for me to take anything on the subject seriously.

It’s fair to call me on this; with the Travel Channel now having jack shit to do with travel, so many bullshit shows with fake or scripted content regarding the paranormal could well have you skeptical about my encounters with demons or whatever the hell they are. And I would understand. I’m personally a skeptic about Bigfoot and UFOs, but I do give others the benefit of the doubt. That something did happen in the sky or woods is not my problem; I don’t dismiss every witness as a liar or delusional. I just see little evidence of what’s being seen. To date there has never been a body, bodypart, live specimen or clear footage of a sasquatch. Does it conclusively prove the bloody things aren’t real?

I can’t say that.

There’s scant evidence of spirits, ghosts and demons too, but does that prove they aren’t real?

Hardly.

I’ve been through too many times when I knew good and well that truly weird shit was going on.

Like that fucking cat. And the Angel of Death. And that thing in my room, and the totally haunted houses I’ve lived in. And the time I masqueraded as a ghost hunter. Man was that a trip. In my life and times of being an asshole, that one stands out to this day as one of the most dumbass things I have ever done.

If you have had strange, unexplained things happen around or to you, then you honestly want to be believed. You don’t like being scorned or made sport of. And nobody enjoys being laughed at.

Same here, my friend. But this is why I demand of myself that I listen, without judgement, to people who are trying to simply understand what the fuck happened.

Because humans are damn intelligent creatures, inquisitive, curious, hungry for knowledge. When something that we don’t understand hits us upside the head, we may run away. Some of us never go back out of a desire for survival. There’s nothing wrong with that. Others will keep on sniffing around until they are worn out, find what they need, or sometimes both at once.

As for alien abductions, I’m a definite skeptic and that’s not likely to change. On this I make a stand:

•I believe that something did happen unless we’re being lied to.

•Theres an explanation.

•That explanation may not be the one people think of the most.

Because interstellar travel remains so improbable that I can scarce believe any race or species has ever accomplished it. If you look into a telescope at the star Betelgeuse, the light you see left that star only a few decades after Christopher Columbus sailed the Ocean Blue. Even travel to a nearby star system is a twisty problem for us, and to get to a system with what we figure is a habitable planet is far from our reach. To think that it’s possible other civilizations have mastered the physics, maths and technology to get to us is a bit of a stretch. As for UFOs which seem to change directions at high speeds, that is, speeds our fastest interceptors cannot attain, if extraterrestrials are inside, then they are definitely nothing at all like us. Weve seen so much science fiction that we think of aliens as humanoid but nothing like us could survive such maneuvers at-speed. If humanoid, however, they would have to have conquered the problems of density, gravity and physics for their craft’s interiors.

There’s a snag here, though. Aliens usually fall into the general descriptions of the “grays”, but many different descriptions of aliens have been reported. The odds of one species finding us are steep enough, but dozens of them, all from different planets? I think not.

Such technology would be so outside of our understanding that the reverse-engineering theory (or more accurately, conspiracy theory) is almost automatically ludicrous. We’re smart, but not that smart.

As for the theory that aliens work with our government, or have worked with it in the past, giving tutorials on bits of tech, I call bullshit. No, I’ve gone far enough with the benefit of a doubt and can’t go any further. This theory sometimes includes the government allowing aliens to abduct people for experiments in exchange for technology. What a crock of shit. Don’t expect me to eat out of it.

I guess in the end what we have is another bullshit ploy by the government to string people along. The real mystery is why. Why can’t our elected leaders be fucking honest with us?

I don’t give a damn if the cockpit footage was released, leaked or faked. It changed nothing as far as I’m concerned, and nine pages of more of the same can’t change that.

Stay skeptical. If you want some bullshit to digest that’s far less boring or insulting, follow a youtuber who posts scary videos. At least you’ll get a yuk or two out of it.

Private Graham Should Not Be Dead

Sometime, on the morning of 31 December, 2020, Private First Class Asia Graham, 19, was found unresponsive in her billet at Fort Bliss in El Paso, Texas. This Wednesday the MEs report on the cause of death was released.

Fentanyl mixed with synthetic cannabinoids. Not that the mixture mattered; the fentanyl alone would have killed her. It’s what killed my son, so I know a bit about it. Far more potent than morphine, it suppresses pulmonary function to the point of stopping it. The heart stops afterward.

Cardiopulmonary arrest and quick death. Almost impossible to intervene unless another person sees the event and has Narcan ready. Even then, some fentanyl OD survivors never fully recover and it’s heartbreaking to see.

The Army Times article doesn’t say whether she had any drug abuse history. Of course once one enlists, blood and urine test results determine if the recruit will be accepted for training. The tests are repeated and a battery of vaccines are administered upon arrival at the training facility’s reception center. Only then does an enlisted man or woman enter basic training.

But a month out of basic training and advanced training for her choice of job, fresh in the First Armored Division, Graham was raped while unconscious. One year later she was dead, and during that year, despite her reporting the crime to military authorities, her violator struck two more times. Imagine that.

What must it feel like to be in the same unit as your rapist and know that he was free to offend two more times at least?

Well I can’t tell you that, but went through over a decade of rape and other sexual abuse and knew that both parents did it to everyone else in the family of four boys and four girls. Had there been any other siblings they’d have been given the same “education”. Eight wouldn’t be enough.

As for her sad and lonely death, only PFC Graham knew how she really felt. Drugs? I don’t know if she had been a user prior to enlisting, but she was clean long enough to get through some tough training and that’s all I need to know. So whether she self-medicated, or suffered a relapse, it doesn’t matter. She’s dead.

I can tell you one thing in general about being unconscious and raped while you’re out. I can tell you lots of things about being raped while you’re conscious. The feeling of being dirty. Of having been violated. And the guilt that doesn’t belong but is there just the same. There’s no difference in general. Some feel that that one is worse than the other. The victim reacts and is traumatized either way.

A young woman trained to protect us. You and me. A promise of the chance to achieve great success ruined by a sick young man who has nothing to give that this country should ever want and surely never needed. A sick man who just began his first week of court-martial hearings.

And with the Army and the DoD’s track record of total silence on sex crimes and of greasing the skids so men generally get away with such evil crimes and the utter failure of the CID to function properly, it may be a long one. And the two surviving victims may go through the trauma of testifying for nothing.

Because it’s still the same goddamn apparatus engaged in the trial that let PFC Christian Alvarado free to claim two more victims before his first one died.

The Army has vowed to rewire its system for handling sex crimes.

They should not need to.

But women are victimized almost, it seems, with Command approval.

And PFC Asia Graham is dead.

District Judge Sentences Innocent People To Death

A demented judge for a district court in California overturned an assault weapons ban because, he said, “like the Swiss Army knife” the AR-15 is good for “home defense and battle”.

Good. I added a link with his name so I don’t have to look back and then write it here. I don’t particularly want to write his name anyway.

How to describe a total twat like this man? I don’t know him. Never heard of him. Don’t know his bench history. But I maintain, he’s a fucking twat.

I’ve already related in my posts several rulings by judges that made no sense. Unless, of course, you want to admit the truth. In this case, a bankrupt NRA arose from ashes like a phoenix and paid off some jerkoff pissant judge whose name we should never have heard because, district judges are not rock stars.

He’s either addled or he’s got a cheque. Cashed it, too.

A fucking Swiss Army knife. Really?

When was the last time you heard a report of a mass killing with a Swiss Army knife?

“At Least 40 Dead in Mass Stabbing

That’s a headline you’re not likely to see. Of course, knives have been used in assaults on multiple civilians. I’m not unaware of it; the fact is glaring, however, that no blade weapon as small as a knife is nearly the threat of even the cheapest handgun.

As for the reason the district judge thinks an AR-15 is good for home defense, that’s so far off I have to laugh. Not only is it not suitable for home defense, it isn’t even fit for “battle”.

To be very clear, I’ve used the AR-15 and the M-16. I consider both to be garbage. I’ll repeat, both are shit, total crap. If I had to go into combat I would beg my superiors not to give me one. I’d prefer the M-60 or a combat shotgun. When the military phased out most M60s for the M240,there was an immediate recognition that the latter was inferior. Troops who had never handled the M60 were none the wiser but the 240 has anecdotal reports of hanging up in critical situations. Any firearm can jam, but a marine who carried one into combat had horror stories when he returned from Afghanistan.

In regards to the M-16 it had a terrible effect on troop morale and safety in Vietnam. Improvements couldn’t erase the stigma connected to the weapon, and I’ll tell anyone that the improvements were not very good. Hell, I’d sooner use a .22-long in battle. The AR-15 gets its designation from the Armalite name, but the model is made today by many other manufacturers. They should call it the CRAP-15.

People swear that they scope it and hunt with it. They just like the way it looks, but muzzle velocity can mutilate smaller game, much worse than any shotgun with buckshot. Rounds typically break large bones in humans and game alike, such as the femur, without hitting the bone. Even at-distance that velocity is overkill. Should it be used in home defense, and I’m sure it has been, I’d be interested in seeing the reports. I’d bet real money that someone got all fucked-up and that chances are very good, there was collateral damage.

So dressing a turkey or white tail felled by an AR-15 variant is going to be a messier-than-usual task.

Surgical hits? Clean kills? No. Ask any trauma doctor or nurse, they’ll tell you they’d rather treat a handgun victim. Even with a shot that nicks the liver, a patient can be saved. An assault weapon victim is as good as dead unless the wounds are superficial. A round passing close to the liver will kill.

There’s no merit to choosing any assault weapon for home defense. Should I be in the market for any firearm to protect my home, I’d pick a small bore shotgun with a light load every time. I’d drop anyone I so much as pointed it at, and they may very well live to stand trial.

Sadly the law often works counter to the tenets of the pro second amendment morons who do what this judge did or back him up. The home defender, the shooter, is often arrested and prosecuted. Owning a gun can put you in a catch-22.

However, in certain cases, in certain circumstances and certain neighborhoods, the single woman may legitimately want a gun. I’d still recommend the light shotgun. Less recoil, faster recovery for another shot if necessary, and no risk of a round creating a through-and-through wound which then penetrates a wall and kills a neighbor.

Assault weapons do not belong in homes, or on the civilian market. District judge X just got people killed.

That is not hyperbole. It is a fact.

John Oliver The One And Only

In a special web-only episode of Last Week Tonight, John Oliver skipped politics, water treatment and Tucker Carlson to talk, or rant to be more specific, about how dull dry cereal is, to lament the absence of anything new on the market and call out the makers of Cheerios for having a twitter footprint more bland than the cereal itself. He challenged them to tweet “Fuck you” and tag any random Twitter user, and if they did, he would donate a large sum to the charity of the bland cereal maker’s choice. But when the Cheerios Twitter account attempted to shame Oliver by claiming a family brand made it impossible to rise to his challenge, they promptly fucked up by failing to give Oliver the respect he deserves, underestimating him in the process. What followed was almost predictable. Cheerios challenged Oliver: tweet “Family makes the good go round” and they would double their donation which, according to the tweet, it had just made.

Oh, no. No, no, no. You don’t fuck with John Oliver. You don’t call him out. The host really had been successfully challenged a time or two but he’s brilliant and everyone should have known, he would use the juggernaut of HBO’s legal resources to learn from it and be on more sure footing the next time.

His response to the wholesome counterchallenge is nothing short of genius and hilarious with a bunch of irreverent, sick humor smashed inside. Like candy with a bitter cream center: the joke’s on you, Cheerios. You take your bland baby food and claims of lowering cholesterol and your family image and stuff em. You’re corporate and will always, on the surface, deny it; raking in millions and acting charitable when called out while kids starve any other time. That’s the corporate mentality and working principle. Never cut into profits unless you have to; after all, this crisis with covid isn’t over. Nor is the fallout from it with millions unemployed but being able to find jobs they aren’t experienced enough to have and being shamed on top of that as being lazy and finding benefits preferable to work.

What if American food producers donated more? What if all of them did? What if they didn’t need cajoling from people like John Oliver?

General Mills, you fell for it. You did exactly what he wanted you to.

“…consisting of pulverized oats in the shape of a solid torus.”– description of Cheerios, source: Wikipedia

Sounds very appetizing, doesn’t it?

Cheerios, you’ve been owned.