Friends

    Friends

    Keith

    On occasion my friend Keith and I would ride our bicycles down to Blackie's early on Friday afternoons when Blackie's opened. You had to get there early to get good seats at The Window. The Window that faced the Newport Pier and boardwalk. We would park ourselves on our favorite bar stools with schooners of beer and number cards in hand. When a particularly attractive woman would walk by, we would hold up the appropriate number card reflecting the 1 to 10 scale of attractiveness. We weren't totally stupid and in Newport there was never, and I mean Never, a girl / young woman / older woman rating in at less than an 8 so we really, only ever had three cards in hand 8, 9, 10. This was a popular 'sport' on the boardwalk. Lots of the Summer Rental Party Folk / Kids would do the same. Typically, this was met with good humor and appreciation. On this afternoon, however as very attractive young woman walked by the front window and we held up our number cards reflecting a rating of a strong 9. As it happened, she was walking some three feet in front of her BIG Bruiser Boyfriend. We held up our numbers just in time for her boyfriend to see. He was outraged and stormed in to Blackie's ostensibly to unscrew our heads from our bodies. He was not at all happy with the two of us. He was getting all bowed up ready to... when Keith asked if he thought our rating of his girlfriend was inaccurate. As I said before we had rated her at a strong 9. He was sort of at a loss for words to answer that. So, he Huffed, and he Puffed and turned and walked out. Keith was always so very smooth. I was as close to pissing myself as I have ever been, I think. Although that was a time in my life when I was terrified out of my mind on a regular basis.

Wokle Relations - Trans - Children

    The focus of this morning’s essay [Rant] will be Trans in elementary schools. Trans has, as expected, escaped the bounds of simple gender, male / female self-identification.

    "What do you want to be when you grow up Johnny?" has suddenly gone from an occupational or vocational question to a completely open-ended question. A question that is left completely open to absolutely anything and everything. If Johnny wants to identify as a dust mote or a cat everybody is suddenly compelled to accept Johnny's delusional assertion. A teacher called a student "Despicable" for challenging another student's self-identification as a cat.  I have read that this has been carried to ridiculous extremes in some grade schools. Some schools are actually putting   Litter boxes   in the school bathrooms for those children identifying as animals of one sort or another.

It is my firm believe that if a child makes this feelings based self-identification assertion [this assertion being a self-identification of being a non-human] and insists that the teaching staff and the janitorial staff  make available to this delusional child; bathroom equipment outside of the normal and customary bathroom facilities then the parents of said child must be responsible for the complete care, cleaning and over-all maintenance of this child's unusual and non-customary bathroom facilities IE a litter box. And if the teachers of said child are keeping Johnny's species self-identification a secret from said child's parents; then that teacher must be responsible for the care, cleaning and over-all maintenance of this child's litter box. And the cleaning of this litter box must be handled in a VERY timely manner, meaning when Johnny or Janie takes a shit in their litter box the teacher must come right behind the shit taking child immediately and clean it up. And when I say clean it up, I mean that the shit must be collected in a appropriate plastic bag and disposed of in their home, NOT on school grounds. And this means that the plastic bag containing Johnny's or Janie's shit may NOT be disposed of in any school waste can, garbage can, or dumpster on school grounds or anywhere other than the teacher's home or Johnny's or Janie's parents’ home. It is my recommendation that the teacher should dispose of the plastic bag containing Johnny's or Janie's fecal matter at Johnny's or Janie's home. Front yard or garbage totter makes no never-mind to me. But if any ADULTS are going to play along with and feed into Johnny's or Janie's delusion, they must be responsible for ANY and ALL non-normal situations that arise from Johnny's or Janie's delusion. If Johnny or Janie insist that they are a cat, dog, hamster, guinea pig they should also be raised like the household pet they are claiming to be meaning that they should be bathed and flea dipped just like any cat or dog might be. And Johnny or Janie insist that they self-identify at a hamster or guinea pig that they must be made to sleep in a litter bed. And they should be fed the appropriate cat, dog hamster, guinea pig chow.

    [DEBUNKED]  Ok, so the litter box story is a hoax. Even though this litter box story is a hoax it is so completely believable given the state of liberal views held by teachers and the teachers of teachers. And because of stories like this one. "Despicable". I firmly believe that the teacher must be made to apologize to the ‘Despicable' girl in front of the class and in writing for such an unfounded, harsh attack and condemnation. But this teacher didn't stop with an overly harsh castigation, this teacher didn't stop there. Read the story, this teacher made a whole 'Federal case' out of the situation. The teacher involved the school administrators and... [Wow, Oh Shit just read this story more completely. WOW! Fuck! The more times I re-read this article more goofed in the head I believe this teacher must truly be.] This teacher didn't only make a federal Case out of what should have been a trite little non-event, she practically went to the UN by-passing all Local, State, Federal, Congressional Senatorial, Executive, Supreme Court authority. [But if she had gone to the Executive Authority, Joe Biden. he might have just given the girl's hair a good sniff, patted her lightly on the bottom, bought her some ice-cream and sent her on her way.] Which when I think about it, that would have ended that situation dead in its tracks because as we all [Well at least I]  know the UN is the least effective governing body yet devised by man. It is so fucking ridiculous how righteously indignant this teacher got. This was not the rational action or reaction of a professional educator. This teacher has some very deep seated personal issues that she should look into for her own personal mental health and well being. She could maybe sleep without her nightly 800 mgs of Amobarbital, or Secobarbital or Phenobarbital or Thorazine, I hope Thorazine for her sake. I wonder is she missed her meds dose that morning, week. I wonder what the voices in her head are telling her. I suppose you don't have to guess too hard though. I believe this teacher should be compelled to drive to 'Despicable' girls home and apologize to this thirteen year old girl and her parents. Furthermore, this teacher should be given a script to read from detailing the events that occurred that day as they pertain to this attack on this thirteen year old girl. This teacher should be made to truly believe what is written is on this script a la the 1984 rat, face cage scene. Explaining to her parents why she so harshly sided with 'cat' girl's assertion about being a Cat and labeling their daughter as a Despicable. Furthermore, this teacher must be receptive to the parent’s response to this teacher's outrageous attack on their daughter. Perhaps this teacher should find herself at the mercy of the parents to be adjudicated as they see fit. I believe this teacher should be dismissed with extreme prejudice so that she can take the necessary time to discover for herself what her underlying motivations for this attack were. [Go to your room and think about what you did.And there will be no dinner tonight.] This teacher Should have been ADULT enough   [Adults are typically characterized by maturity, self-confidence, autonomy, solid decision-making, and are generally more practical, multi-tasking, purposeful, self-directed, experienced, and less open-minded and receptive to change]   to entertain 'Despicable' girl's question with equal weight as 'cat' girl and her assertion of cat-self-identification. 'Despicable' girl didn't bully 'cat' girl she simply asked a completely reasonable question given the startling nature of the 'cat' girls claim of cat-self-identification. How could 'Despicable' girl possibly be prepared to hear such a claim at thirteen years of age. Claiming to be a cat and demanding to be treated as a cat is so completely outside all norms in any school especially at this grade level. Or it should be anyway. And while we are asking questions about 'cat' girl's assertion about being cat, how is it possible that 'cat' girl could have previously been a human girl and now, today suddenly is a 'cat-girl'? How is it possible that this 'cat-girl hybrid' can speak? How is it possible that this 'cat-girl hybrid' is learning in class alongside non-cats (humans)? How is it possible that this 'cat-girl hybrid' walks upright on two human feet, not paws with claws. Why is this 'cat-girl hybrid' wearing shoes and clothing and is exhibiting No whiskers, No fur, No tail nor any other typical feline trait? There are SoooOOOooo many questions. Questions that 'Despicable' girl had every right to ask and every right to have answered. 'Asshole' teacher just completely tap-danced around that land-mine and went right into calling her "Despicable". This is the kind of 'teaching’ that absolutely shuts down ALL Legitimate Curiosity. Don't question anything, just shut up, keep your head down, keep your nose clean and don’t do anything unless I say so, or else... I imagine that because of the fucked-up nature of this teachers attitude a "Don't question Authority" is a sign should be hanging over the door header in her classroom. Unlike "Know Thy Self" but more like "Abandon hope all ye who enter here".

    As an aside if this teacher had been a man he would have been Fired RIGHT NOW [Its a long winded way for you to hear the "Right Now" catch phrase of a Mr. Ross Bennett]for the sexual language directed AT this 13 year old.

    Derail alert.

    I say this about anybody, absolutely anybody, that decides to step outside of generally accepted norms. They should/must be prepared for pushback. They must have thick skin. And the further from the norm the more withering the pushback is going to be. Getting irate doesn't help your situation at all. YOU have unilaterally taken this step outside the norm. Unless you are so COMPLETELY 'passing' you should wear a sign around your neck alerting those around you of what your preferred pronouns are. Confusing people is a non-starter on your part. You are just looking for a fight.  

    Again, the further from the norm, the more outrageous your deviation, the more withering reaction is going to be.    

    Newton's third law.     For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. If object A acts a force upon object B, then object B will exert an opposite yet equal force upon object A. 

    If object A is a, not an even remotely convincingly passing man, who asserts that he is a woman and has his phone setup to video-record this interaction in advance of this inevitable kerfuffle. And when object A encounters object B. Object B being a member of the wait staff at a restaurant. And when object B inevitably mistakenly 'miss-gender's object A, because of their voice tone and general countenance and demeanor or miss-demeanor in this case and because this is San Francisco. Then object A should be aware that they are not at all convincingly passing as a woman and suck it up and understand that they are presenting a confusing countenance and live with their choice and understand all of the ramifications of this choice. 

    Even Speed Laws take into consideration what might be a reasonable speed might be according to 80% of drivers, so...

Woke Relations - Jordon B Peterson

     Pronoun demands and Jordan B Peterson.

    I occasionally listen to a Mr. Jordan B. Peterson. He has a great deal to say about how to live a proper and decent life. how to, on your own, develop a strong moral and ethical character. As I recall there are thirteen key points. 

    The point of this essay though is Pronouns. As it happens Mr. Peterson is a very learned and accomplished Physiologist in 'Socialist Provinces of' Canada'. It seems that his attitudes fly squarely in the face of the Justin Trudeau 'Socialist' Government. So much so that the Government sued him right out of the main-stream teaching establishment. As I recall one of the principal issues was the use of pronouns in his classroom.

    He had two issues with the demand of students to be accepted by there "Preferred" pronouns. His two points were/are if a student "Truly" feels that they fit a preferred/demanded pronoun that there were two problems with that. If a student outwardly presents as a 'Male' for instance but demands to be addressed as a 'Female' he says that it is generally speaking impossible to make that determination from across an auditorium. Frequently it's impossible make that determination face to face. Similarly keeping track of the hundreds of students the professor will encounter and all the wide, wide variety of newly emerging pronouns is a ridiculous demand of the professor. He does however feel that there should be an allowance for a student who Truly Truly Identifies as a pronoun that differs from their appearance and their chromosomes. But that student should be examined to be Truly Truly certain of their 'Self Identification', and that this self identification will not change from one day to the next. Then there are the students that are just playing at Forcing the professor into an untenable situation just the pleasure of it. Asshole students. The schools are so "Leftist" anymore, though, that they will with out exception side with any student that makes a claim against any professor for whatever offense the student imagines may have been delivered upon them by the professor. And with the prevailing attitude in the schools Professors are 'cowed' into incrementally stepping away from what is true and appropriate for the way classes and universities should be conducted. And they will be forced to step by step and piece by piece ceed both their professional and personal beliefs. And the government will back the schools and by extension the students, again with out exception.

My stuff - Personal Guilt - Depression

     I have evidentially lead a despicable life.

    I was listening to the radio tonight. [last night by now I guess] A song came on talking about the singers past. His childhood. Things that he wouldn't change. Not from the 70"s not from the 80"s. The song title is  "19 Somthin' "I suppose I would have to include the 60's as well. He said that he wouldn't trade those days for nuthin' of words to that effect.

    As I listened to this song and was disheartened to think that I would trade it all away for a clean conscience. Nothing that I can think of would off-set my willingness to cleanse my conscience, my soul. I watch a TV show "Lucifer". On the show they describe "Hell" as a loop where in you relive the thing that causes you guilt. While watching this I sort of thought that might make sense. But Holly Shit there SO MANY guilty memories. Nearly every memory I can recall with any clarity is a guilty one. All of my earliest memories are guilty memories. I had a sweet loving mother who I, for lack of a better word, abused. I strong 'willed' her into things, stupid things, selfish things. When I was in high school for instance, I felt that I deserved a Gold Seiko Digital watch. This watch had two alarms and a countdown timer function. In today's terms this would have been the Very Highest end Apple watch. And I know that it had a slew of other "cool factor" functions that I don't even recall. This watch was $200.00. The date of this was something like the middle of 1977. I don't know what the inflation adjusted to today's dollars would be but I imagine it was WAY more that a middle achieving high school student deserved. At this time I was attending high school at a private school. A school for the very rich and very influential. As I recall one years tuition cost on the order of $5000.00. I later learned that you could have purchased a very nice, very new BMW 2002 for that money. When the 289 Shelby Cobra was being made and sold in the late 60's you could have had one of those for $5000.00. I imagine you could buy a VERY nice watch with that inflation adjusted money. I am absolutely certain that this watch was much better that the watch my father wore. Much Better. That is just one example. The truly bitch part of that is that I don't even have that watch anymore. I don't even remember when or why I threw it out. I don't even ware the watches that I do own. The same goes for an VERY high dollar engineering Calculator that my father purchase for me. A Texas Instruments TI 59. I don't remember when or why I threw that out either. I was at CostCo the other day and nearly purchased a set of plastic storage bins. These thoughts rolled right out of my memory and I said to my self that If I own so much stuff that I need to buy storage bins to keep the stuff in, then I have too much stuff. That is another Guilt inducing tangle of memories. But as I sit here I do recall one gift that my father purchased for me. A small transistor radio. The Sony Walkman of the day, I imagine. He purchased this radio while he was serving in the Marin Corps in Viet Nam. He was a Marine Corps Engineer and was in charge of the set up and maintaining of MANY of the Camps or Bases that you no doubt have hear the names of. This was when we were living in Hawaii on the Kaneohe Naval Air Station. I was in the second grade so I was about six or seven. This marvel of compact electronic know how was however wasted on me. But years later when we had moved to Saline Michigan, I was in the fifth grade so maybe ten or eleven years old, while unpacking our things my father unpacked this radio. He was so emotionally amazed and astounded that I did in fact still have this radio and that it did in fact still function. He turned it on, dialed in a local AM station and played it over the phone to my mother she was equally astounded. I had such a habit of breaking things that my father described it to his friends that "I could take apart a steel ball bearing with a rubber hammer just to see what was inside". I imagine that he was caused to describe this habit of mine this way because at some point while living in Hawaii I snuck into the top drawer, his drawer, of a six drawer highboy dresser where I found a grey 3/4 inch marble. I stole this marble out of the drawer and did in fact smash it with a hammer. I don't know why I felt compelled to do such a stupid thing. As it turns out that marble was very sentimental for him and from his childhood. As I recall he won this marble from the reining school marble play champion. Marble play was a big deal in his childhood. Marble play was likely the nonviolent equivalent of fighting. I remember when I was in third grade marble play was still very serious business. I know he was very much saddened by this senseless act on my part, one of so many, many, many stupid, selfish things I did. I do still have that radio and it does still function, mostly because of that one incident. As I sit here I can dredge up right off the top of my head so more similar examples. Alpine-Lite Backpack, compressed air bottles, welding equipment, belt sander... Each one leads to the next, snowball down a hill like. I am very certain that if for what ever reason I really took some time to add all these incidents up there would be many, many more and that is just how I treated my mother and father. So many more that they far out weigh the good happy memories. By Far and away. When I move up to the women that I have the good fortune to be involved with in my life this guilty conscience list balloons out to... well huge proportions, exponential proportions, astronomical proportions, Biblical proportions.

    I recently read that we as humans evolutionarily are 'conditioned' to remember the bad things. The bad things, evolutionarily speaking, would most likely revolve around life and death situations. In  this article it said that in the 'dark ages' [maybe] after teaching a child an important thing the instructors would violently throw the child into a cold stream. The adrenaline would somehow solidly cement this learned thing solidly into the child's memory.

    I have also read that we as humans somehow anesthetize ourselves from bad memories. Somehow selectively massaging and editing them down into less troubling memories. To the point of even turning them into good memories. When I read that I thought woah, woah, woah, back up, Good Memories?. I think that somewhere in my 'Drug addicted weirdo days" I must have killed off that anesthetizing agent in my brain chemistry. Because when I look back over my life, truly the bulk of the memories floating around my mind just floating on the surface are decidedly guilty memories. My used to be fiance once told me that I was a 'Spoiled child'. I immediately disagreed with her as you might imagine. But those words have stuck with me for... well, ever since. And more and more I am believing that assessment of my character, moral character, ethical character and any other descriptor that you might saddle my character with. I just looked up "Spoiled Child" this is what came back      "The spoiled child syndrome is characterized by excessive self-centered and immature behavior, resulting from the failure of parents to enforce consistent, age-appropriate limits. Many of the problem behaviors that cause parental concern are unrelated to spoiling as properly understood."       I do not believe in laying the blame on my parents for my shit behavior because I should have grown out of that shit behavior, Long ago. On my own. The Brad Paisley song "Celebrity" the line "... cant wait to sue my dad. Wreck a Ferrari on my way to rehab."

    I should have learned to be a better human being. 

    I failed, not my parents.

Race Relations - Ilegal imigration

 

    But as long as we are talking Texas and ID cards... Absolutely VOTER ID cards!!! If you are required to have an ID card for airline travel or a drivers license ID card to drive a car then...  None of these holds nearly the gravity as does VOTING. I cant believe that Sleepy Joe and veepee Harris opened up the borders to import millions of "Illegal" voters. Sleepy Joe said it "Illegal" on national TV.  But I digress.

    I guess after further analysis importing voters from around the world you still could not steel the election this time.