This XKCD cartoon has been in my thoughts recently…
The other day I discovered to my displeasure that an old friend acquaintance has belly flopped into the anti vax sewer. So just replace the 9/11 conspiracy theories in that cartoon with COVID vaccine conspiracy theories and you have what I had to listen to the other day.
And yeah it breaks my heart because he’s smarter than that. But there’s that right wing talk radio streak in him. I suppose lots of us have people like that in our past. I hadn’t spoken to him at all since the last election because I knew where those conversations would end up going and I’d get angry again and hang up on him again and I just didn’t want to deal with him after that election day.
He’s actually probably not a Trumper, but he is a gun enthusiast to a degree I am simply not and it’s his one and only political issue when it comes to election day. He has the usual other talk radio issues, yes, but that one second amendment issue is the only thing he thinks about on election day and I am not that. I am all for background checks and keeping a tight control over who can and who cannot carry a gun in public. I’m not so much about “assault weapons” which I think is a meaningless term, but I absolutely think high capacity magazines should be reserved only for military and police use. I think our second amendment does give the people the right to own their own firearms and I think it makes complete sense in the context of democracy. But I also think the second amendment gives congress the right to regulate firearms too.
We regulate by law all sorts of potentially dangerous things people otherwise have the right to possess and use. Automobiles for instance. Firecrackers. Poisons. To be an electrician you need a license. To fly an airplane. Building homes requires permits and inspections. Guns are different only in that being dangerous is their purpose. They’re weapons, that’s what they have to be, that’s what they are intended to be, unlike a table saw which by law nowadays needs certain safety features in order to be legally sold. But the principle is the same. Some people should just not be allowed near those things. It’s not difficult to figure out who.
And when they tell you we need our guns to protect us from our own government, the answer is No, the ballot box is how we protect ourselves in a democracy. The first thing is you protect access to the ballot box. We lose that and it won’t matter how many guns you have.
And it’s not our second amendment superfans who generally want to insure that every adult American citizen has access to the ballot box these days is it, and that everyone’s vote counts the same as everyone else’s.
So…anyway…I had a reason to chat with him by telephone the other day because I have a revolver I think he might like to have and which I don’t really want anymore. I am its legal owner. We can both go through our background checks unscathed, and in fact I recently got my Maryland license to purchase (not carry) a handgun. My police record is cleaner than your kitchen floor so that sort of thing is no problem for me. I was able some years ago to pass a background check to get clearance to do work in the James Webb Space Telescope Mission Control Room. If my old friend acquaintance and I do a deal on that revolver we’ll follow the law here in Maryland. We’ll agree on a price and then do the paperwork and make the transaction through a licensed FFL dealer. Our police records will be checked and then we’ll get a go-ahead to do the transaction. This is Maryland not Texas. SOP.
I wanted to give him the right of first refusal before I put the revolver up for sale somewhere else because we have a shared history in the shooting sports. So after nearly a year of not speaking to him I texted him and asked if I could call. He said I could and we chatted for nearly an hour. First it was about the revolver I want to sell, then it was almost like old times talking with him about this and that, and I was thoroughly enjoying our conversation. But it couldn’t last.
I brought up a particular .45 automatic that he owned and let me shoot every now and then. An all stainless steel AMT Hardballer I liked the look of, and how good the adjustable sights on it were. But it kept chucking its spent brass right in my face. Once one of those spent cases hit my forehead and wedged between my safety glasses and my cheek and it was Hot. I didn’t want anything to do with that gun after that and I said it was a shame because otherwise it was a very nice gun. My old friend acquaintance promptly told me the brass getting chucked in my face was a user problem not a gun problem. He said it was my limp wrist.
It was probably a momentary knee jerk reflex he just couldn’t stifle, and just never mind that I’ve shot other .45s with no trouble ever. But that is such a hoary old stereotype…
Mad Magazine, July 1978 by Jack Davis
I wrote a blog post about that side of him back in July last year, Here. He’s the guy who unfriended me on Facebook because he didn’t want to see “that gay stuff” in his feed.
Truman Capote once said A faggot is the homosexual gentleman who just left the room. This is something that we of the homosexual persuasion all know to one degree or another. As you grow older you come to expect it in certain situations. It never loses its sting, but you find yourself putting up with it, at least in my generation, unless it is so in your face that you have to cause a scene as a matter of keeping your self respect. But where it really hurts is when you suddenly get it coming from someone you considered a friend for so very long, only to discover it wasn’t real after all.
I’ve been mostly low key about my sexual orientation over the years, largely because I’ve never had a boyfriend to be proud of, just a lot of near misses and one guy who told me we were just friends with benefits. Otherwise I’d have been pretty loud about it. And all that time among my straight friends, I figured I was giving them a living example of how all the myths and stereotypes of homosexuals they were taught were wrong, and all that time they, some of them anyway, probably figured I was a discrete homosexual and therefor a good homosexual. A bigot’s mind, said Oliver Wendell Holmes Jr., is like an eye…the more light you shine on it the tighter it closes.
Once upon a time, back in 1971, I fell in love and it was the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to me. It really was like one of those romance movies. The sky was a bit more blue, the birds sang a bit more sweetly, and the stars were brighter than ever. I was twitterpated. Just being alive was a better thing than I had ever known. I knew how it was with me then, and I have never felt ashamed since. There was nothing to be ashamed of.
I think at age 72 I’m old enough now to stop caring what anyone thinks or assumes because I am this or that. I own guns, I like to shoot them. I am homosexual, I like a certain type of guy and although at age 72 the possibility of a romantic sex life is in my rearview mirror I still like to gawk at beautiful men. Also, I get my vaccines whenever its time. And I am a liberal democrat. And a man of science. A photographer. A cartoonist. An artist. I paint, I draw, I write stories. I write computer programs, run Windows, MacOS and Linux computers on a common network here at home. I’ve done work for the Hubble Space Telescope and James Webb. I am an atheist, but I grew up in a yankee baptist household and I have a bunch of that still inside me. I love the open road. I am a Disneyphile. And easily manipulated by cats. And what you think about any specific one of these things means as to the sort of person I am is probably wrong if that one thing is all you can see. And I have no fucks to give anymore. Especially after the last election.
Anyway… I’d like to file a bug report…
And I need to schedule this year’s flu vaccination. And the new COVID-19 booster…
The Trump coalition is a strange beast. There are the MAGA voters of course, the hard core racists, the fascists. There are the Fox News angry old people. There are the religious right nutcases. There are the tech bros who think democracy has run its course and now it’s time for something newer and better and AI based, and of course one that shovels even more of our money into their pockets. A subscription based high tech government where instead of voting you can click Like, and instead of paying taxes you just give them money and your smartphone keeps letting you buy things like food and shelter. But all those parts just don’t add up to a whole enough to elect a raving dumbass into the white house so they can get their hands on the levers of power. What you need is another piece that is, oddly enough, even bigger than all of those others put together.
You need the clueless. The oblivious. The ones that never start paying attention until just before the election. The ones that only watch the headline news, barely taking any of it in, because their favorite celebrity gossip show or reality TV comes on afterward. The ones that can seldom even motivate themselves to go vote but they will if there is nothing better to do that day.
There’s a whole lot of them and they can be easily manipulated by the skillful, the morally unconcerned, and the Russian. Especially in these days of commercial social media where you find lots of them spilling their guts about every little thing that interests them. Ever notice how those Facebook quizzes (Your Five Favorite TV Shows…The Top Things On Your Bucket List…) always start showing up in your feed more often close to an election? Where before you had to run surveys and host viewer panels to figure out how to manipulated them, now they show you all their buttons that you can push on Facebook and Twitter.
They’re proudly not political. They don’t want to hear it. Politics either bores them or makes them uncomfortable. So they avoid it.
These are the ones that can push your candidate over the top in a close election. But here’s the thing about those voters: you really don’t want them to start paying attention. Your candidate can screw them over and over and over and their general obliviousness still makes them easy to blame someone else for it and look the other way. Up to a point. Or as Abe Lincoln once said…
You can fool some of the people all of the time, and all of the people some of the time, but you can not fool all of the people all of the time.
You really don’t want this generally oblivious subset America paying attention. Because when that start paying attention it’s almost always because they have become angry. And when it gets to that point, they will know who to be angry at.
One good way of getting their attention is taking their paychecks away.
One semi pleasant side effect of the No Alcohol restriction I’ve been on since before the surgery (I should write some posts about the surgery I reckon) is I don’t go out to eat at my favorite places very much because they are where I do most of my drinking (margaritas usually). So this is saving me money by mostly eating from my own kitchen. Plus I have a fully stocked bar downstairs I can visit when the restriction is lifted. Restaurant and bar drinks are hella expensive.
I dine out half for food better than I can make myself, and half for company, which is why I always sit at the bar. I can chat with people at the bar. Table for one just reminds me how single I am. I won’t do table for one anymore. Staying home all the time reminds me of it too, but at least I have part-time work for now.
This is something else I like about train travel. I get to chat with my fellow passengers in the dining car and the lounge car. A certain someone once told me how good I was at getting a standoffish table talking to each other, but that’s because some situations have their own built-in ice breakers. Hi! Where y’all from? Where you headed? This your first train ride? I’ve had some amazing conversations on the train.
My problem with cancelling my Disney+ subscription is I did that months ago when I found out my Disneyland annual pass had been allowed to expire and they never told me that was going to happen.
The theme parks are apparently run as separate entities under the corporate umbrella, and Disney World spares no effort to let me know when my annual Disney World pass is getting close to expiring. I get email notices, letters (big poster card letters) in the mail reminding me that it’s time to renew. Disneyland could not have cared less and when I found out I was heartbroken because it was such a lucky break that I got it at all. Disney hands out chances just to buy an annual pass now like they’re indulgences from the gods above. So in my anger I cancelled Disney+ even though I really Really wanted to watch the next installment of its Percy Jackson series.
But I have many, Many more issues now with Disney and the parks, not the least of which is I just don’t feel safe going down to Florida anymore.
“We’ll end up having pockets of outbreaks of different types of infectious diseases,” Florida’s former surgeon general, Scott Rivkees, told the BBC. “Individuals who are older, immunocompromised adults and children who may have cancer, for example, are going to be afraid to go out into public.”
If Florida goes ahead, it would be one of the first states to officially do away with childhood vaccination mandates, which have long been a fixture in parents’ back-to-school plans. In April, Idaho’s governor signed a law loosening vaccine requirements.
These moves come as Health Secretary Robert F Kennedy Jr, a vaccine sceptic, undertakes remaking US vaccine policy, and the nation’s public health agency, the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC), is in turmoil.
So, dig it. DeSantis’ Florida removes vaccine mandates for school children and Walt Disney World is full of children and their parents. Pixie dust, magic and disease.
I got talked back into DVC and now I have points in Saratoga Springs (gives me walking access to Disney Springs) but I can rent my points out and get some of that money back. The parks have changed so much since I started going in 2006 it’s not the fun it used to be. The Writer’s Stop is a tap bar now, because I suppose you can make more money selling beer to adults than books to kids. Star Wars has overrun half of Hollywood Studio, The Great Movie Ride is gone, MuppetVision 3D is gone, the riverboat and Tom Sawyer Island are gone, the bar seats are back at the Tune-In Lounge but you still can’t order food. And tickets are worthless if you don’t also make a Park Reservation. Don’t get me started about park reservations!
And…a certain someone is gone. For all I know he’s back in Germany because a green card just doesn’t cut it here now.
I just don’t feel like going anymore. It isn’t fun anymore. It isn’t magic anymore.
I reckon I’ll probably let that annual pass expire too. It’s a shame because I really liked going, and even with all the complaints I just listed I could still enjoy going because Disney World is so big and I can have a great time just wandering around the parks and trails between the resorts. I do a lot of pleasure walking. But it’s in DeSantis’ Florida and I don’t feel safe going there anymore.
Not With A Bang Or A Whimper, But With The Sound Of Kissing Ass
Jim Wright today on what happened to Jimmy Kimmel…
Here in Florida, when the governor went after Disney for free speech, Democrats, liberals, the left, and people across the country stood up for the corporation and loudly pushed back against fascism.
Yesterday, @Disney sold all those people out and instead threw their Mickey Mouse hat in with the fascist government.
Disney is the Senator John Fetterman of companies.”
I am one of those people Disney sold out. I’m a gay man and a Disneyphile, and I felt directly attacked by DeSantis and the Florida republicans then. And they’re still doing it to us…
Disney stood up for us, after a fashion, and the Pride merchandise kept coming as did the acknowledgement of Pride month and the fact of our being part of the Disney family.
But this year’s Pride was carefully muted at Disney World…I was there, I saw it. You had to dig to find the references and the merchandise, and there were only one or two new items on display. If you know anything about how Disney markets itself and leaves no money on the table, it was striking. And sad. Very sad.
So you could almost see this coming. I appreciate how difficult a MAGA ruling government can make things for a company that just wants to keep doing business with the America that was. But that America is on its deathbed and if they can’t bring themselves to take the hits, stand up, and fight back, it is gone forever.
You are a media company for chrissake. You have a platform, a bully pulpit. Use it.
Today, like every day since Trump was re-elected, I grieve for my country. I’ve none to spare for Mr. Kirk, but I am sorry for what his family, and especially his kids are going though now. They did not deserve this. They deserved to have a father raise them, nurture and care for them, love them from childhood into their adulthood. I am sorry for their loss.
One could wish Mr. Kirk had spent more of his time on loving and raising his own kids, and not demonizing other people’s kids.
People who treat other people as less than human must not be surprised when the bread they have cast on the waters comes floating back to them, poisoned.
-James Baldwin
But also, this…
He who fights with monsters, should see to it that he does not become a monster himself. And if you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes into you also.
-Friedrich Nietzsche
I have two thistle feeders I’ve been putting out since last winter, after I discovered the woodpeckers love the new feed mix of niger seed and ground up sunflower kernels. The American goldfinches have been hitting them all summer long too, which is a new thing. Previously they’ve stayed away once the trees got their spring leaves, and I would take them down. But if the woodpeckers and the American goldfinches keep coming I reckon I’ll keep putting them out. The woodpeckers (downy) brought a chick to the feeders back in spring.
The feeders are two different sizes: tall and short. And here’s the strange/funny thing…I have to hang them correctly or the birds won’t come. Tall feeder on the left, short one on the right. If I reverse them it’s like the birds don’t see them anymore. I’ve no idea…
Yesterday morning I was in a hurry and somewhat frazzled and when I refilled the feeders I hung them backwards. I realized my mistake a few hours later, but decided to dig in my heels and see if the birds would ignore the offence. But no. All afternoon the feeders remained vacant.
So I went back out and put them in the correct order. Not two minutes later the feeders were busy again.
Falls Road and Roland Avenue are closed off today from Northern Parkway to Howard Street for the 2025 Maryland Cycling Classic. Looks like The Avenue is caught between them so only foot traffic is getting in this afternoon. Supposedly the roads open back up after 6PM today. Papi’s announced they were closing shop today but I see that post has been taken down so maybe there was just some confusion as to the timing. I can see where a lot of restaurants would be royally PO’d if they couldn’t open on an end of summer Saturday evening.
I’m fine here in Medfield. Although it’s looking like a disgustingly humid day, the more I have to zig-zag around the obstacles on my morning walk the more exercise I get.
I tested negative for COVID-19 a few days ago and my vitals all look good, so I reckon I’m done with it and my upcoming ablation procedure is going to happen on schedule. It’s just amazing, really. Only a few years ago this thing was killing people by the tens of thousands, and now two vaccines and four booster shots later and what I got was less painful than your usual case of the flu. I had a fever for just one day, and my blood oxygen level never went below 95.
Don’t ever get me started on Mr. Wormbrain Secretary of Health and Human Services and his insane ideas about vaccines. And especially childhood vaccines. In 1961 I and a bunch of my elementary school classmates got the first Sabin polio vaccines delivered via a sugar cube. The Salk vaccine had been approved for use in 1955. Those vaccines were considered miracles. Here’s why…
Look at it. This is where you are going when you throw science out the window. Without science all we have are myths, lies, and superstition. And…Darwin, eventually. That prize DeSantis lunatic Florida Surgeon General Joseph Ladapo who got up in front of reporters the other day to announce that making childhood vaccines mandatory for school attendance was like slavery…I got your slavery right there you drooling moron.
Do Not Install Our Solar Garden Lights In Your Garden
The sad truth is most of those lovely solar outdoor garden ornaments aren’t actually made for the outdoors…
I just brought in one of these from the front yard to figure out why it wasn’t lighting up anymore, as it was getting plenty of sunlight where it was. Turned out half of it was full of rain water, and the wires inside connecting all the little LEDs corroded and broke.
I can try fixing it but why bother, it’s obviously not meant to be kept outside anywhere it rains. It seals pretty tightly but notice how the top where the solar panel is sits just slightly in from the rim of the glass bottom. Water is always going to seep slowly into that glass unless you seal it so tightly you can’t get it off to take out the battery…something I do to all my garden lights at the end of every season, and replace it with a new one at the beginning of the next.
This is just one small detour in a tale I’ll probably go into later, about how this year’s flower and garden lights display went badly wrong. A combination of the high heat, my return to work subtracting time from housework, and my aging body not having the energy needed to do everything I wanted to do this year.
Last Monday night in bed I felt a sore throat coming on. With me that’s usually the first sign I’m about to get a flu. The next day I was supposed to have a meeting with some of my co-workers but luckily I scheduled it as a web conference so I didn’t have to be in the office. Two-thirds of the way into it I had to bail out due to a rising fever.
I figured it was a flu all right. But it felt a bit odd for a flu. So just in case I used the second and last of a two pack COVID-19 home test kit I had to make sure it wasn’t You Know What after all. I’d used the first one in that box some months ago after going down to Disney World to make sure I was safe to go back to work. You can be infected and infectious for days, some say over a week, before your own symptoms show. That test came back negative.
This one…
I wasn’t terribly worried, as I’ve had a total of six vaccinations against it, starting with the two part Pfizer vaccine and four boosters spread out over the years. What bothers me mostly about this is I am a heart patient now, and I have an ablation procedure scheduled for just after my birthday. I’ve put a message up on the hospital patient portal to the surgeon asking if he would want to postpone it now and reschedule.
I was weak as a kitten, and running a fever, so I didn’t dare go outside, but I needed groceries. This brought me to use DoorDash for the first time. It’s a shopper/delivery service that will go to your local grocery store and buy things for you from a list you provide, and bring them to your door. Those of you reading this who are not single have no idea how massively this helps those of us with no close by family or significant other to bring food to us when we’re too sick to go get it ourselves. Running out of stuff in the fridge especially, since all that is perishable and you can’t keep a large supply of it on hand (I have a chest freezer for things that can withstand freezing), and also suddenly discovering that my flu meds are all out of date and now I’m too sick to go get more, was one of my big problems with getting sick and I’m all by myself. Now I don’t have to worry about that.
I keep telling myself I need to schedule a bi-yearly reminder to check all the expiration dates in my medicine cabinet and first aid kits.
Also…yes, I know…Amazon. I needed a new mouth thermometer because the one I had failed to restart when I put a new battery into it and I procrastinated about getting a new one. Things you don’t think about until you’re sick. Amazon got me a good one the same day and it was very helpful.
How bad was it/is it now? I did a little searching and found this list of common COVID-19 symptoms…per Google AI…
Fever or chills: Check. But as of my writing this it’s gone. Body temp is 98.6 on the nose. Cough: Check. Not a very bad one though and it is going away. Shortness of breath or difficulty breathing: No Sore throat: Yes, but only Tuesday Congestion or runny nose: Yes New loss of taste or smell: Oh Definitely Yes! Wednesday-Thursday it was all mucked up. Better now Fatigue: Also definitely yes, but also getting better. Muscle or body aches: Sort-of, but not very. Headache: No. Nausea or vomiting: No. Diarrhea: This would be oversharing.
So all in all I think I’m okay. Had this happened before the vaccines I’d probably be dead by now. But I’ll need to wear a mask any time I want to go outside until I know I’m clean. I’ve ordered some more COVID-19 test kits and KN95 masks. I’ll use one test kit every week until it comes back negative. Then I can dispense with the masks.
I did an overnight stay in Rockville, to go see my classmate Bill Wirths do his Reverend Billy Wirtz act at Hank Dietle’s on the Pike. He does an amazing Blues/Boogie-woogie piano act with the history of Blues and his own story in it mixed in. I don’t know which is more fun…his music or his stories.
His act is a lot of fun and he travels around the country so if he’s in your neighborhood you should catch it.
So I went down to Rockville, and since I figured I’d be sticking around for a while to explore my old neighborhood, I rented a room at a hotel next to the Twinbrook Metro station. I’ll go into my explorations in another post…things have changed So much that what little hasn’t changed just makes your heart ache. Or mine anyway. But I just want to note one Very happy change I saw next to the hotel.
You may recall this post from June 2021, where I shared the news that a certain despicable cool young people only nightspot was going under the wrecking ball. Some weeks later I ventured down to hopefully watch and get some shots of the pile of rubble it had become, only to see that it looked like it would be spared after all. The entire rest of the site had been leveled, but not that one building. I was unhappy about that, but so it goes.
So the morning after the Reverend’s performance I woke up early and decided to wander around. First thing I did was walk over to the site of what was once upon a time Fritzbee’s (later Fuddruckers) and see if the building still stood.
The massive new project they planned for the site turns out to be a art-deco-ish high rise apartment building with shopping and a Wegman’s at street level…
That’s almost all of the land that was once occupied by the old Radio Shack, some strip shopping (I used to get my art supplies at the Visual Systems store there) and a big parking lot. Some years ago they blocked off Fishers Lane where it connected to the Pike and made it all one big block. This new apartment building is sitting right over where Fisher’s lane used to be. Before I went to bed at the hotel next to it, I grabbed some night snacks at the Wegman’s and thought how nice it would be to live in a beautiful art deco apartment where I had a Wegman’s I could just take the elevator to, The Matchbox bar and grill right across the street, and an easy walk to the Metro and from there to the DC Gayborhood. But I am not going back to renting if I can help it.
And rent for a basic apartment in it is several times the mortgage on my Baltimore rowhouse, which is in a neighborhood where I can walk to everything I might need. I count my blessings.
So I took a wander to explore my old neighborhood, but first see what had happened to Fritzbee’s. It was all the way in the back of that block, almost to the train tracks. Last time I saw the old building it was close by to the new Metro parking garage and fenced off for construction.
It was Gone!
Even better…the site was now a dog park!
I had wanted the site to be sewn with salt. But covered in dog piss and shit is even better! Or to give my post from 2021 a slight rewrite…
Turn the uncool away as a matter of policy, to cultivate the shallow beautiful people, and eventually they’ll flit away to the Next Big Thing and what’s left are all the customers you might have had if you hadn’t pissed them off. And now it’ll be pissed and shit on until Rockville decides to put something else there.
Dr James Dobson, a prominent and influential evangelical leader who advised four US presidents, has died aged 89.
Dobson was a fixture in conservative US politics for decades and most recently served on Donald Trump’s advisory board for evangelical affairs.
The ministry he founded, Focus on the Family, is one of the largest in the world, with a presence in nearly 100 countries.
As we get ready to behold the commercial news media’s whitewash of this man’s life, lets pause and review the atrocities. Because this man leaves in his wake some deeply festering wounds on our nation, and especially on some of its children.
James Dobson is dead. Finally. This awful homophobe made the world a significantly worse place by his living in it. His brand of hate was tremendously influential in the modern Republican Party. Future Americans should look at Dobson with contempt and disgust, much like the racist scum of our collective past and of the Trump administration today.
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From the very beginning of his public career, Dobson was horrible. He came to public light in 1970 with his child raising manual, Dare to Discipline. This book made him the anti-Benjamin Spock. It was openly pro-corporal punishment. He claimed to oppose child abuse, but his guidelines on this was much more vague than it was on beating the crying kids…
…In a follow-up book The Strong-Willed Child, which also advocated beating the hell out of the brats, Dobson stated about how long the beating should go on, “Yes, I believe there should be a limit. As long as the tears represent a genuine release of emotion, they should be permitted to fall. But crying quickly changes from inner sobbing to an expression of protest … Real crying usually lasts two minutes or less but may continue for five. After that point, the child is merely complaining, and the change can be recognized in the tone and intensity of his voice. I would require him to stop the protest crying, usually by offering him a little more of whatever caused the original tears.” Ah yes, keep hitting the child until their will gives up. What can go wrong?
And it wasn’t just kids that he urged hitting. It was also the family dog…
They say the abused child is greatly at risk of growing up to be an abuser. You wonder how many masked ICE thugs you see gleefully terrorizing immigrant families, separating children from parents without any hint of compassion, how many MAGA bullies and thugs on the streets and in the halls of power, were raised according to Dobson’s methods…
“There were men waiting for them in civilian clothing. The [ICE agents] detained the family for many hours, and it was a terrifying time for the two children and their mother,” said Elora Mukherjee, director of the Immigrant Rights Clinic at Columbia Law School.
“They were crying in fear. One of the agents at one point lifted up his shirt, which displayed the gun that he was carrying,” Mukherjee said. “The 6-year-old boy was terrified to see the gun. He urinated on himself and wet all his clothing. No one offered him a change of clothing for many hours.”
Dobson would approve of all of it. There’s the man. He believed himself to be God’s own right hand, and gods don’t feel shame.
[Update…] And so it begins…
Dr. James Dobson, a politically influential child psychologist who started a radio show counseling Christians died Thursday.
-ABC Action News
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