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December 3rd, 2012 Ich warte auf den verärgerten Deutschen…Or Someone Like Him… You can sit here in the waiting room, or you can wait there in the sitting room…
December 2nd, 2012 Yes It Was A Tragedy. More Specifically Though, It Was A Murder. I saw the story of that Kansas City Chiefs murder/suicide fly across my Google news page, and reading the coverage I kept thinking, over and over I am not kidding, what about his girlfriend…? The way that story is being covered, that taken-for-granted focus on the football player and the invisibility of the woman he killed, disgusts me. I read three news stories and I don’t even know the name of the woman he killed. But I know about the man who killed her in detail. Oh, such a tragedy, he was such a tremendous athlete, he had followed his dreams to the NFL…one of the stories I read ended on that note…and so on. But…wait a minute…he killed his lover and his child’s mother. Whatever his dreams were, honor and decency didn’t seem to be a part of them. And what of the woman he killed…what of her dreams? I’m not saying the people close to this aren’t thinking of her…his team members, his coaches…they probably knew her personally. But…what of the news media? The way they’re reporting this so far as I’ve seen it is pretty disgusting. That particular kind of crime completely sickens me, and I don’t understand the reflex I see sometimes to feel sorry for the killer too. How on earth do you lay a hand in anger on the body of the one you have laid down with? Yes, yes…I know lovers quarrel all the time and that’s just human nature. And I know what it is to be dumped, and there is nothing in the world that hurts like it. Nothing. But to strike…let alone murder…it just boggles my mind how you cross that threshold. If love is gone within you, never mind the other, then walk away from it man. It can’t hurt so much because you’re still in love, if you’re swinging at them too. If you still loved them the hands that once caressed that body simply would not strike that body. You just couldn’t do it. So just walk away from it man, because that isn’t a broken heart it’s a wounded ego you’ve got, and if that’s all it takes to make you kill then what did you let yourself become. Go away and think about that while you’ve still got a soul worth having.
November 28th, 2012 I Suppose Repacking The Bearing Greese Isn’t An Option… Walking up the front steps to Casa del Garrett I hear the familiar sound of my shoes crunching over spent shells from one of my bird feeders. Crunch, crunch, crunch…up the steps, then into the house. Once inside, I start up the steps to the second floor. I notice the crunching sound is still happening. I take the steps a little slower and listen carefully. Crunch, crunch, crunch… The sound is coming from my right knee, which has been feeling a little stiff lately. Oh Foo.
Feelings. Hungry, Hungry Feelings…
Hate is natural. Prejudice is natural. Who to hate is learned, but the capacity to hate is there, deep in the ancient pit within the human consciousness. We all carry the history of millions of years of life on earth within us every moment of our day. Tribalism is natural to us. To be afraid of the alien other, and to hate them, is natural to us. Blind obedience to the alpha leader is natural to us. The unthinking, bloodthirsty mob is in our blood. But so is love, so is kindness to the stranger, so is curiosity, and the yearning for truth and meaning. We are, by nature, civilization destroyers, but also civilization builders. The mindless beast is within us all. The good person is the one who will not unleash it within themselves, or in others. Do you want to be that good person Rick, or do you want to feed the beast? Every moment of your day Rick, it’s one or the other. You’re right Rick. Just because you have feelings that does not make them right. What makes them right, or makes them profoundly evil, is how your feelings translate into acts. Do you help your neighbor in this life, or do you let the beast eat them? Who is your neighbor Rick?
November 27th, 2012 Love
It’s a wonderful thing, love. At least, I figure it must be…
Breakfast Club Memory… So I’m sitting here in front of Bagheera, my art room computer, listening to old Don McNeaill “Breakfast Club” radio shows. And listening I think to myself that the first childhood you get is always your parent’s childhood. Eventually you grow a bit older and you join your generation in its childhood. But the very early years of childhood are always your parent’s childhood, because that’s the one they had and that’s the one they try to give you, and my preschool one in the 1950s even though we had a TV in the house, was mostly a radio childhood and I fondly remember the Breakfast Club.
The Shock You Never Forget, That Changes Everything On Twitter…
Possibly he’s being a bit ironic there, but it’s true that time in your life looms larger than all the rest of it combined. Objects are closer than they appear…as the rear view mirror warns. I had my share, and maybe a bit more than my share, of middle school shocks, but I’m somewhat grateful I managed to escape that humiliation in grade school because playing that game with the other boys was not an option back in 1968. I say somewhat because living in a world where I could have played that game with the other boys might have left me better able to cope with adulthood, even allowing for a slap in the face like the one Duncan Black got once upon a time. But by 8th grade I was already a pretty disconnected little guy. My life changing shock didn’t happen until the summer after I graduated. More on that as A Coming Out Story unfolds…
Small This just came across my Twitter stream…
After the recent revaluations from former Florida GOP members that all that talk about voter fraud was itself fraud, you’d think people would finally stop listening to the rhetoric, and pay more attention to the behavior. Yes, yes…they yap about “smaller government all the firggin’ time, but you need to understand what is meant in the first place by “smaller government”. It was never about reducing its staffage or its costs. Size is a relative matter. What they’re talking about isn’t size, it’s power…specifically the power of the federal, not state level government. They want it small enough it can’t enforce equal rights laws. They want it small enough it can’t stop Wall Street and big corporations from raping the middle class. They want it small enough it cannot defend the rights of women, minorities, the poor, and the powerless. That is all that was ever meant by the term, “small government”.
November 24th, 2012 The Stupid…It Is…Amazing…
Sometimes The Shock Will Be Genuine…
November 23rd, 2012 Let’s Celebrate The Year End Holidays By Making Ourselves Miserable… …standing in long lines to get into shopping malls and stores for phantom bargains and dog piling on this year’s must-have gift, getting pissed off at everyone around us, cursing and maybe even take a few swings at complete strangers, driving through massive traffic jams, spending hours hunting for a parking space, tempting traffic accident fate on highways full of drivers too busy worrying about their shopping lists to pay attention to the traffic around them, generally raising blood pressure and sulking angrily at home because you couldn’t find what you were looking for Anywhere, because the holidays are a time of peace on earth good will toward all… A piston engine…I looked Everywhere and they were all sold out..! I started seeing people posting on Facebook and Twitter last night about the long lines in shopping malls. Are you people nuts? Never mind the relentless consumerism…how do you plan on enjoying the holiday season when you’re getting wound up tighter than a watch spring fighting crowds and traffic??? Buy your gifts online. That’s what I’ve done for years now because I decline to make myself miserable in holiday feeding frenzies. I Hate Crowds. And from what I’m reading, everyone else does too. So I have a question: why do all of you keep doing this to yourselves? This is Peace On Earth Goodwill Toward Everyone time, not Work Yourself Into A Frustrated Temper Tantrum time. Relax. Kick back. It’s the end of the year. Time to reflect on life…all the things you have to be thankful for…and all the people you love. Sit down at your computer…we’ve all got one these days…and browse the online catalogs. There are tons. It’s nothing new, just a new twist on an old Christmas tradition…the wish catalog. When I was a boy there were these big phone book sized catalog things people ordered from by mail. And every year we got mail ordered stuff from relatives, along with the usual Christmas packages. What the magical wonderful computer does for us 21st century people is put all those catalogs right at our fingertips! Think of it…every catalog you ever wanted to browse…there. And you can fill out your order, specify gift wrapping and a nice card to go with it, pay and you’re done. All from the comfort an convenience of your own home! You can shop in your pajamas even! And things still come in the mail just like they did when you were a kid. Your loved ones will be just as delighted. A little less traffic might make the holidays nicer….just saying. Seriously…this is a time of year to remember how good life is, and how wonderful that we are human beings, and not sharks all piled together in a feeding frenzy.
[Update…] Kevin Drum does a little digging and discovers the origin of the term “Black Friday” really is as dark as you’d expect from just hearing it and not knowing it’s supposed to mean the day retail sales go into the black (profitable) zone.
Another success in the annals of public relations…
November 22nd, 2012 Naked This came across my Facebook stream just now… Which is probably why some gay men of my generation stick to casual sex…why the advice I constantly, reliably get from gay friends of my generation and older, about my chronic loneliness is to just go out and get laid. It’s the cure that’s worked for them for so much of their own lives. But for some of us that would only make it worse. You can work your way past shame and self loathing. Getting yourself to a place where you can trust another person…intimately…after so many years right when you’re so very young, being emotionally battered and bruised by your own family…your own parents…friends…that’s a lot harder. Nearly impossible for some. For some gay folk of my generation, it will always be a time before Stonewall…
November 21st, 2012 B20 A letter I just mailed off to Mercedes-Benz USA…
The letter is more polite in its treatment of midwest corn state biodiesel advocates then I am inclined to be on this blog. The level of dishonesty in their claims that B20 is nothing for consumers to worry about is stunning. You realize after reading it a for an extended period that they can get away with it because diesel powered passenger vehicles are not widely sold or used here in the U.S. compared to elsewhere in the world. Most people hearing that all U.S. makers of diesel warrant their products for B20 won’t know that they’re just talking about truck makers. No U.S. company makes diesel powered passenger cars. And people generally don’t know trucks are held to lower emissions standards then automobiles, so their engines don’t need the sort of emissions control equipment automobiles do. Yes, B20 is fine to use in truck engines. In passenger car diesel engines not so much. But its reading Bob Weber’s columns on this matter that is especially infuriating. His slipperiness on the issue just oozes off the screen. In October 2011, a year ago as this problem was beginning to reach crisis levels in Illinois, Weber penned this fragrant piece of deception…
Yes, yes…if the B20 a fuel supplier sells does not meet its specifications or is contaminated it is that fuel supplier’s responsibility. But if it meets all the relevant specifications of B20 and you put it in your car when the car maker is clearly telling you anything higher then B5 will void your warranty, the responsible party is you…more than likely to the tune of thousands of dollars if your engine or emissions system needs fixing because you used a grade of biodiesel your car was not engineered for. And get that “Most major engine companies have stated formally that the use of blends up to B20 will not void their parts and workmanship warranties” crap. Those are truck engines. Every company making and selling diesel powered automobiles in the United States, Without Exception, is stating flatly that the use of B20 Will Void Their Warranties. They’re even taking steps to make sure in some cases that their truck fleet customers understand it too…
Dig it. Daimler, the world’s biggest manufacturer of heavy trucks and buses is making its customers here in the United States sign engine warranty wavers in at least one state. How does Bob Weber, who writes for the Chicago Tribune, which last I heard was in Illinois, keep telling his readers that there is no problem, nothing to see here, move along? One thing I am really keen to see is if Mercedes USA has a different story to tell about what they told Weber. I strongly suspect there was more to that reply he got than he is saying. And if you think this is only going to be a problem for us diesel car owners…think again…
Toyota is now selling cars here in the U.S. with gas caps that look like this: I appreciate that fossil fuel use is unsustainable in the long run and alternatives must be developed. I appreciate that there will be difficulties going forward with that. I’ve heard it said that the switch from fossil fuels to something else will be painful, but I think “painful” is the wrong word. It will be a chore. It will be work. Fine. All life is purposeful work. We can handle this. We will find the way forward. But apart from automobile warranties and the purely engineering aspect of converting to higher grades of biofuels, there is the issue of turning farm land once used to grow food to the production of fuel instead. Last I heard, there were still hungry impoverished people here on planet earth, and taking land out of food production doesn’t strike me as a plan to fix that. We don’t know yet what the long term alternatives to fossil fuels are. Meanwhile corn states have used their local tax codes to make high levels of it cheaper than the motor fuels used elsewhere in the U.S. and in Europe, which is having the effect of making those fuels the only kind drivers in those states can put into their cars, whether or not their cars will actually run on them without long term damage. That doesn’t seem to be concerning anyone in the corn state statehouses. Eventually though it’s going to start alarming everyone else. Stay tuned…the clown show is just getting started…
November 20th, 2012 Adding More Bullshit To Disguise The Stench Of Bullshit The fall out, or if you will, belly flop into the gutter for Social Science Research, just keeps getting better…
And what credentials does Schumm bring to the table…?
Well there’s an authoritative voice if ever there was one! I have a question. How does a legitimate, self-respecting, peer reviewed journal of science look at the resumé of someone who sits on the editorial board of a Paul Cameron journal and conclude that person’s scientific judgement makes them fit to print in its pages? Perhaps Social Science Research should ask Paul Cameron to sit on Its board…
Lazy Bums On The Government Dole… This came across my Facebook stream this morning… This seems like beating on a dead horse…probably everyone knows by now that WalMart pays food stamp wages…but there’s a point here that needs constant hammering on. If you like WalMart’s Low, Low Prices! fine…except WalMart workers are living on food stamps and probably other public support too, and that’s a large part of how WalMart keeps its prices down (another part is their pressure on companies to manufacture goods in low wage countries abroad, thereby costing American families their livelihoods and decimating this country’s industrial base). So…the difference between what you paid for your WalMart goods and what they would actually cost if WalMart simply paid its workers a living wage is the part paid for by food stamps. If you shop at WalMart, you are on the dole too. Except you could probably afford not to be. So who’s the lazy bum wanting a government handout here, because it isn’t the WalMart worker.
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