Is It a Chronicle Candidate?

This past year has been the oddest year of way too many odd or stupid years.  I am not sure if this is a stupid one or not.  We measure February to February.

This is a merry go round that I can't seem to exit, and it is speeding up.  I imagine that sooner or later it will go so fast that I fly off.  It's the whole centripetal versus centrifugal force routine.  Actually, centrifugal force is a made up force.  It is really momentum at play which out weighs whatever the force is trying to hold me in the circle.

That is how it works.  Why does that leave one a sentimental puddle of mush and in no condition to face another human being at this instant?  No answer.

I'm thinking that by the time I see people who haven't seen me in awhile, they will think I got way older.  Which I did.  I use the word "got" in unsophisticated ways, just because I can.

I think I am following a saga that some may consider a little grim.  Only a couple of people are fully in the loop.  I curse myself for that, but they know medical things and want to be in the middle.  I believe they are scared, to some degree.

I'm going through the process which may give definition and finality to the trouble shooting phase, but if it is as it appears, I will likely go on a rampage of joyous nonsense until money or other things run out.   Maybe I should anyway.  I should not do it alone though.

RR shot me down about a year ago.  I do not know why, but sometimes people get all wrapped up in religion or other super natural endeavors, and they queer the deal.  How maddening.  I've been exposed to all the blind fanaticism I can take for one lifetime.

Anyway, I think it could have worked out, but not really.  Looking for gurus and magic?  Better pass me by.  That kind of thing is not real.  Fake spirituality born of peer pressure and wishful thinking, if any thinking at all is at play.

That is what recovery from alcohol or drugs can do--lead you to another kind of emotional addiction which offers continual validation and reinforcement, but can also screw up a young man's fancies.
Or an old man's.   Still, most things are better than active alcoholism or drug addiction.  I just have to back off from certain things.  It is personal to me.

We'll see wednesday if the last bit of blood study defined anything.  Then they drill into your bone to sample bone marrow.  With luck it won't happen, though it appears inevitable.   On Monday they want me to swallow a pill that is a tiny camera.  It sends pictures to a receiving unit you carry around all day.

I do not think this will yield any info at all, and I told them.  I think everything is higher up and that's that.  Allegedly this anemia circumstance is an energy sapper.  I thought I was just depressed.   It may be that I was oxygen deprived on a cellular level.   They think my ill formed blood is disappearing somewhere.  So they go looking for it everywhere.  Right here between my chin and my navel, I guarantee it.  Who listens to me?  It's my house and I know what is what.

This is why I walk away rather than invite anyone into my world these days.  I have nothing to offer and I'm falling apart.  So, the more I like someone, the less likely I am to leave the opening.  It would be too selfish and self absorbed, even for me, if you can imagine that.

We did OK on our Saturday night gig.  I wonder if anyone can tell how hard it is to do these days.  Probably not.  I may have a little missing in the realm of ultra fast garbage, but I manage with new ways of doing things; lots of gentle chording encouraging the violin to show off.

I feel like I should somewhere write down everything going on; good days, bad, symptoms, procedures, the entire case as it flows.  Where to do that?  I don't seem to be able to.  I can have a horrendous night, but if I feel ok later, I forget and feel odd mentioning it to paid professionals.  In my mind, somewhere, is the idea that I probably am not tough enough, or that I made it all up, and I'm actually 100% fine.

I have to do without real food all day Sunday.  I will do all I can to wake up very very late that day.  My stomach will be killing me.  It is for the pill cam.  It wanders down the small intestines taking snapshots like a Japanese tourist.
(I hope that is politically incorrect enough for morons to label me racist.  We've allowed our culture to be molded and shaped, more and more, by charlatans, fools, and complete imbeciles.)

People talked me into the pill cam. Maybe they are right, but I will bet the cam that nothing is amiss there.  You win, I give you the cam when I'm done.  You can wash it off and sell it on ebay. Who will know?  In any case, I am not sure this is necessary.  And I am probably right.  I don't think this will leave me in lasting pain like their recent foray down my throat with a camera on a stick.

I think it is good to chronicle some of this.  Otherwise I forget the sequence of things, and entire events.  It is all very surreal.  I want to know what's up, and then I want to fix it and be done.  Even if they can't fix it, I can do OK, armed with all the facts they have.  I'm a better trouble shooter than these beleaguered medical people.  They have to be like government agents and paper pushers to stay out of jail.  It sucks and soon we'll all die as a result.

Sande, the singer I back up, has a song that seems to fit me for many reasons this year.  The first lines are; When the rug gets pulled out from under your feet, and your world's spinning out of control... ...it's just a moment in time, but it's the rest of your life. all must be told...
Great tune.  But I don't know how long I can keep playing with this group if the sternum/stomach/skin issues get any worse or just stay the same and wear me down.

Nothing stays the same.  That much is fairly certain.  So, we shall see.

I'm pretty sure I've become used to a way of life which is not quite right or normal.  This is probably not at all a normal way to feel.  Tonight is working out to be another difficult one. But, I have what I need and more.  Compensate and improvise.  That is what I have to do.

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Seriously, Can Humanity Survive the Nonsense?

Research is not my favorite thing, but I will do what I must to become informed when I see the need. I've done it with things like the healthcare bill, back when everyone was talking "what it will do", but avoiding actually disclosing the text.  It is very convoluted and continually refers to other bills and leaves much up to bureaucratic discretion.  

In reality, no one outside of a few crafting the text of the bill could have had a clue what was in it.  Other than the extraneous things they added in according to donors desires and all that.  But that was then, and I made it known I felt it was more a bizarre vote ploy and power grab.  But like always, people like to think they are getting what they want and are more than happy to dance to the ends-justifies-the-means tune.

Rarely are the ends a long term bargain.


I have done more medical investigation than usual, lately.   It can work for or against you.  I've heard people act like someone who searches his own diseases is in for trouble.  If you aren't more in tune with what could be the problem with you, given some information on symptoms and what they indicate, then you deserve to be treated like a subservient subject by medical people and nurses who think in big valley-speak cartoon bubbles.

This is a quote from a page I visited,  "In honor of Rare Disease Day, help spread the word with a photo.‎"

Really?  Rare disease day?  Come on.  This whole disjointed view of medicine, charity, science, life, has gone too far.  Let's celebrate rare disease day!!  Are you nuts?

There are plenty of diseases I don't have which are about as rare as what I may have. But what if none of the above is the case?  Then it would be even rarer.  I've lived in towns in which, according to these stats, I'd be the only one with whatever it is.  

For a few days I thought I was OK.  Or could easily become OK.  Then, after last night's gig, at home, weird, supernatural, demon possession stuff began.  Big red areas, like instant birthmarks, and dots like blood vessels or maybe got stabbed by a fork, looking dots.  Blackish, reddish.

Today, no patches and the dots all but completely gone.   Then I wonder.  What if it is a crazy episode and you only think you see it?  That prompted me to take pictures of my arm the last time it happened.  Hard to get a very good pic but it shows up some.  What if I just think it does?

Not hard to wonder if you are nuts when you already suspect as much.

I do not think the survival of the species, or even the pursuit of happiness are best served by having Rare Disease Day, or a jump in icewater to cure disease, or any of a million odd celebrations of sickness that are held all over the place, mostly by the unafflicted.  It is an industry built upon partial truths and much fear--the patients' and their families' fear.

There is a lot of money to be made and much trouble from lawsuits can happen. So, you play ball, cover yourself by filling files with enough tests to thwart a tort attorney, and if you are very lucky, someone's issue may actually be pinpointed and properly treated during the process.

That is the exception, not the rule.  The rule is that there are drugs which can make you feel OK while your true problem is never really well diagnosed.  Trouble shooting is normally weak.  But drugs can mask that.  We handle symptom A with drug X, and symptom B with drug Y, and then there are drugs to deal with the side effects of X and Y. 

Those things happen.  Drugs can be a bribe to pretend everyone is doing a great job and hallelujah, you're healed, sort of.  Some are great.  

Maybe a Rare Pharmaceutical Drug Day would be cool.  I don't even know how to express how strange that seems to me.  Rare Disease Day.  You think maybe some of us are from other planets, far away, and we just don't remember how we landed here, but we know it was a mistake?

Let's have a national, boy oh boy does my upper belly hurt day.  Or rare migraine headache day.  Everyone march, slamming pots and pans together to bring on the celebrated condition. 

I'll bet all my trouble is because I am not a carnivore.  It is not a thing I can easily fix.  I do not find it a natural desire on my part, eating a creature that motors around one way or another.  It would be easier if I did find it natural.  It must be.  

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By the Way, I Doubt N. Korea Was the Sony Hacker

I had to see for myself what the video hooplah was this time.  Last time an embassy was attacked and they blamed a video which was like a bad SNL skit.   This time Sony gets hacked, private emails get exposed,  and Hollywood people get caught being the snakes and nincompoops they apparently are.  And then they get all indignant, as if they don't know their industry is petty and cutthroat.

Where else do people that dim think they are the intellectual elite?  It is almost embarrassing.

The film, The Interview, actually had possibilities and could have been a good film.  Or at least better.  The humor falls off into the shallowest, dumbest of all possibilities.  Dumber than I would have guessed, for sure.

They start off fine, with Eminem giving an interview where the guy cites lyrics and searches for meaning.  Em deadpans that it is because he is gay.  That is the highlight of the movie.

In any case, it is highly unlikely that N. Korea even took notice.  It is just too silly and stupid, and it just doesn't seem the sort of thing to catch anyone's attention.

I do not know who, if anyone, hacked Sony.  I do know that without this free advertising, and curiosity seekers like me, the project would probably have been 86'd, and would never have seen the light of day.

They had to know that somewhere along the way, early on, the writers and directors just gave up trying to hold to even a shred of quality.  They just gave up and phoned it in.  One or more in the bunch must be the type of people who can't come up with real humor so they stick to boner and fart gags.

Haha.  This is so funny and clever. Hahaha. Boner.

No. Not the stuff of international espionage.  I would wager large sums that the North Korea scenario is as big a lie as the one about the muslim video.  Maybe bigger.  Never happened.  Why the lie?

No telling.  You'd be surprised how connected to government and power some in Hollywood are.

In summary, The Interview sucks.

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The Good Lie.  An extraordinary story.  This is the sort of thing that helps give a little perspective to life.  The Sudan scene in late 80s on up seems a bit strained.  Not Paradise or Utopia.

Good flick.  The things people endure to survive, or to save others.  The problems people cause when they decide to get what they want by killing and hurting others.  You can't make a good place by refusing to respect the lives of others, and all that implies.

They are extreme.  We are hell bent on heading that direction.  Not there by a long shot.  We are fortunate for that, and much else.  Imagine no running water, no easy stores and seemingly unlimited selection, especially when it comes to breakfast cereal.

I hope people realize that cereal is mostly pure junk.  The ones that aren't frosted or shaped like monsters or animals are generally better.  It is easy enough to just look at it and know.  Many cereals are puffed imitation synthetic foodstuff.  Edible styrofoam.

But it sells.

So, The Good Lie is a very good movie and since it is based on truth.  True stories of this nature are better than fictitious survival tales.

It would be a good idea if the USA quit finding ways to arm and fund lunatics, sadists and garden variety tyrants while pretending to do otherwise.  Directly and indirectly major powers have supplied arms to whole nations of nitwit factions.

That's all I can say.
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And the show Vikings is pretty cool.  I especially like Ragnar's ex wife, whatever her name is.  Everyone likes her but she is not such an easy catch.  She's Viking royalty and doesn't need much.  This type of royalty is achieved through a coup.  And that always leaves one susceptible to another coup.

May be easier to be a Viking than one of the Lost Boys of Sudan.

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Movie, TV Ad reviews

The Imitation Game is mostly a very good movie.   They do well until they decide the whole sum of the guy's life is about being gay.  They are simply acting the other the side of the coin to what the state did with him.  This time we can blame England.

The real story is the fight genius always has in the face of officialdom--those who claim they are holy with a gun to your head.  In our country, people have forgotten the difference between circumstance and principle.  Missing that distinction is a key element in the failure of states, and the promotion of needless suffering and cruelty.   There are reasons why totalitarian societies enjoy mass executions on a scale hard to fathom.

They believe the ends justify the means.  And we have people in our congress who are seriously stupid enough to say things like, "I think China has the right idea ...".  Or they honestly believe Cuba's healthcare is a dream for all.  You think being nobody there is somehow easier and rewarded more than being nobody here?

Anyway, the guy built a machine, a mechanical computer, to break the nazi code machine, "Enigma". He called his machine, "Christopher".  The politics were maddening, and then later there was bizarre  harassment and convictions for being homosexual.  In England they gave people some sort of hormonal drugs.  They had to take them all the time or go to prison.  It really messed them up with lots of side effects.  This guy was socially clueless.  I don't think he understood why anyone cared.

If he did understand, he has one up on me.  That is what keeps shaking me up; the acceptance of the oversight and intrusive harassment of most of the population, by their elected, appointed, and self-proclaimed authorities.  They even encourage it , if they think it won't touch them.  Circumstance over principle.

So he committed suicide in 1954.  Alan Turing.  He very much influenced the outcome of WWII, and he influenced the development of the computer.

The whole story was a case of someone battling the state purely because of small minds and having to live by permission.  Left to their own devices, the British military, run by arrogant insufferable officers, would never  have let Turing work on breaking the code.  If they had had their way, Germany would have won the war.  All because of ego and arrogance.  And the worst sort of incompetence--the sort doesn't know it is incompetent.

 The Germans were able to radio transmit and it didn't matter who heard it. It was a code which changed every day, made possible by a coding machine called, "Enigma".

In the flick, one gets the idea that Churchill's office overrode the officers who didn't get what the mathematician was trying to do.  Of course, the story was held secret for 50 years.

The guy was seemingly semi-autistic.  He took everything literally, so he was lost socially.  But good looking women liked him.  Safe, I suppose.

That code breaking saga and the contributions of Alan Turing did not come out until sometime in the 1990s.  The Queen forgave him for being a poof, and everyone celebrated and said, "Thanks, Alan, for saving the day.  Sorry about the hormones and all that.  You can now posthumously be a flit and not go jail."  Much fanfare, pomp, and circumstance.  But the movie only does that in text at the end. They don't show the speeches and all. I made those up, but I think they are close.  Brian Williams was there and said I'm spot on.

Instead of realizing that immoral power is the culprit, they just go off on gay statistics and imply better laws are the deal. Nothing about limits on intrusiveness.  So few people get it. I must be wrong.

Worth seeing.
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Worst auto ad ever:  Fiat ad which has noisy, stupid snippets, some of them cartoons, of nonsense, and horrible sound effects.  And that is their ad.  A minute of obnoxious audio and video.  But the fiat is just sitting there in the middle of the unrelated trash, so you do know it is a Fiat ad.  That could be bad.  Because of that ad, I hope they fail and die.  I would not buy one.

Ad geared to disturbed and, probably, insane four year olds.

Well, if I wanted to buy one, I couldn't today, but in another world in which I could buy whatever I want, whenever I want,  I wouldn't buy a Fiat even as a party favor.   That is what we in Ad Land call a backfire.  The ad chases people off.

What Doesn't Kill You Just Means We Can't Remove You From Our Files

So, I'm thinking to myself, "Holy smoke!! It feels like someone installed a piece of 1/2" galvanized gas pipe behind my sternum, and they keep turning the fire up and down at random.   Please let's avoid any emergency room over reaction."

So, I do the right thing and all is bearable.  I call the alleged expert the next day.  The crackerjack office lady, maybe a nurse, says, "Oh he isn't here, I'll leave a note and maybe tomorrow you'll get a call from him."

What?  I just told you I am trying to find out something I can do to avoid drastic action.  Uh huh.  Well, he'll be in tomorrow and maybe call tomorrow afternoon.

I am convinced I am losing my mind.  People seem to be saying things to me which do not fit the context.  Especially medical people.  But then there was also the visa lady of no known first language.

I'm hope it is not just me, but if I am to go by numbers and the ever conclusive deal closer, "that many people can't all be wrong", it must be me.   I'm screwed.  So crazy I don't know I'm nuts.

Then there is the insurance deal.  On their site I do the "contact us" thing and send an email because they list about 10 top specialists who do not do business with them.  Will not accept that insurance, period.  I opted for the plan I have specifically because of one of the people listed.  Turns out he doesn't take this plan.

The insurance company replies about how there are issues with doctors and "the exchange", and confusion about what is and is not part of "the exchange".  Exchange this Mo..Fo.  Then they say what I ought to do is go to their site---I was on their site, logged in, and the email is internal to their site---and search the list of providers under my plan.

What?  Go do what I did before, but which did not work, and that is why I sent you a jmessage, and are you just playing with me, do you hate people and want me to die, or are you a new century moron with no sense of empathy, logic and compassion?   WTf'ingF?

I replied with, "What an odd reply.  You just suggested I refer to a list to find a physician in response to me informing you that the list is bogus and cost me much trouble.  Well, I do thank you for your insight into this matter, and concerned reply.  Best regards,  [my name here]

Here's the real problem: I have been more out of the mainstream than most for many years.  I'm not used to bureaucracy on the scale that has become normal to most people.  My brushes with the self titled healthcare industry are changing that.  My weakness is that I can't get used to it and have almost no temper control in the face of the absurd.  Especially when it involves officialdom.

I have to show ID to let these butt diving bastards do their thing, like I'm going to crash someone else's colonoscopy or spinal tap.  Do not need it to vote or use my credit card-9 times out of 10.  That is the level of reason you get when things are over-controlled from a centralized governing authority. It never ever fails.

Hence my Centralization theory of systems, which I described years ago, complete with a colorful graph.  You paid no attention so I won't repost it.  It holds true of social governing systems mechanical systems, just about all things.

Anyway, the expert reminded me of that internet advertisement where someone is calling about lack of service and the guy finally says, "you need to call someone about that!!"  Oh, maybe blabla and see and ear nose throat, etc.  No no no.

I'm seeing plenty enough people. We are not adding to it.  Everything is somehow related to that area with the 1/2" pipe.  No more need to go up my backside or make movies in the stomach.  I guess the other stuff, maybe I cannot explain.  But I still think it is related.

I'm told we have two separate things going on.  Maybe.  But I know I am a better trouble shooter than 99% of everyone, doctors or not, given the same information.  It is the main thing I have going.  But I cannot apply it because I cannot usually articulate my process, and rarely do people give you the information you need.  They dislike being questioned.  And the medical profession dislikes you having the audacity to form an opinion of your own without their approval.

I should have been a doctor, pilot, lawyer, all the professions that demand some brains and an insufferable ego which insists you are superior to all who are unlike yourself.  I think I'm superior, potentially, to most all of them.  So you see why I could be comfortable in a field that demands unreasonable ego and view of one's worth.

I've found my ego bumping against that of a doctor or two.  I ended up winning in the end.  Question me like I do not know what I'm talking about?  They learn.  I just want this scavenger hunt to be over.

Mostly, it really is.  But even then you have to do certain things.  They have another thing in mind on one of the issues that I am going to decline. I just think it unnecessary.  The need to look at the gas pipe.  It is the kind in fireplaces.  Don't go looking elsewhere.  No need.  I live here.  I know what is what.

It gets old being both tired and angry.  I'm not always angry though.  I'm working on just being calmly abrasive rather than passionately angry.

Middle Class Economics ????

I keep pondering this middle class economics talk I've been hearing.  Lots of middle class talk.  Middle class is the new "single soccer mom".  Yay.

Now that the whole single mom persona has been elevated to sainthood, and martyrdom,  the new cause is "middle class".   I think middle class means you can eat but only your first car is new.  The other one is not.

People who think they can do a good job controlling markets and resources, and who think they are the best judge of how much money you can make and keep, like to name their particular approach to controlling life.

There is no such thing as middle class economics in a market in which participation is voluntary.  The closest true system to one run by "middle class economics" would be Marxism.  That same leveling, trying to put everyone the same, except some are a little more equal because they call the shots.

I did not catch on for years to the fact that people in higher office are absolutely actors, so ambitious for the prestige, history books!, special privilege that they will bend any rule or moral in order to gain office and stay there.  This means they answer to those who control the purse.

And that can be a very difficult trail to really follow.  It may seem like you hit the source, but I doubt it.

Another thing that makes me think it is theater is that there is no real opposition to the growth and spread of the government's power.  Republicans are not actually opposed.  Some talk like it, but how do things end up?  As bloated over-regulated and in defiance of logic as the democrats openly desire.

At crucial points republicans will publicly claim God told them to do this or that. Or one will say a good method of birth control is for girls to hold a quarter between their knees.  That is so embarrassing because I nearly loath the democrat/progressive path and world view, and the republican is making opposition look insane.

They should do a better job of calling BS.   Middle class economics?  Bullshit.  People are such herd animals, and devoid of pride or thought or something.  How dare some leech on the public dime sit there and label classes, then pick a favorite.  The idea that there is such a thing as "the little people" or "the common man" is demeaning and sad.  People proudly lable themselves "average Joe", etc.

That implies they do believe some people are better and part of the elite few who should govern the lives of all.

I'm glad I'm almost poor.  If I'm not middle class maybe the middle class heroes like Obama will leave me alone.

Sorry, Pat. You Are a Moron

Nothing is more heart warming than watching pampered millionaire actors include diatribes implying the depth of their struggles and extent to which they are oppressed when they give acceptance speeches on TV.

Patricia Arqurazy is no exception.  Angry, bitchy, sexist moron who does not grasp economics, history or much else.  Obviously she does not know the constitution does not single out people by sex.  She and her misguided friends do that.  Everything is separated by condition of birth, because to them you must adhere to different philosophies and moral codes according to your color or gender--if any.

Seriously, woman, you are very stupid, but you do not know this because your smart sounding friends join in your causes.  Even if they know nothing about the causes they champion.

I'm sorry she doesn't think she is paid as much as men.  We're with you.  I feel your pain.

I'm Pretty Sure Collectivist Propaganda Did This

What can possibly be the explanation?   You do know that shaving your head does nothing in the way of medical healing for others, don't you?   Walking does not do anything to cure anyone.

OK, Raise Awareness, Raise Money.

The raising of awareness only goes so far.  The rest is "Look at me!! I'm a wonderful person, so Look at me and pat me on the back."

Recently I saw a picture posted on facebook.   It was posted by a very nice friend.  We are not close close friends, but cross paths here and there.

The family had all had tattoos done on various appendages, in the cancer sufferer's handwriting--allegedly.  I couldn't read the stuff--that said I love you, or similar words.  So they all had their tattooed arms and legs and feet somehow in the center of the pic.  They did this to help her fight cancer.

WTF?  If I have cancer and anyone gets a tattoo or otherwise makes a scene for solidarity, I'm getting my grandpa's .22 out and I am going to shoot them.  Maybe just in the tattoo.  Or if they shave their heads, they better run far away.

Why do people play this nonsense game?  If you really cared you'd do something useful like go to college, or educate yourself, then research and figure out a solution.  Or just cut the grass, make dinner, do my laundry.

I hate the charity game as it is played.  I do not hate charity. I like kindness, grace, and all of that.  I often empty my pockets for someone if I think it will ease their present pain in some way.

But I hate the Jerry Lewis style thing of "Look at these poor pathetic excuses of humanity.  That could be your kid.  Give money so you don't feel guilty, and make a big grandstand play out of it.  Get a tattoo so everyone will know you are all up in the solidarinosc empowerment and stuff."

It has as much sense to it as Obama apologizing for the Crusades.  Or condemning them, not sure what that was.

I couldn't say WTF? to my friend because...CANCER!!!  Come on. It is heartbreaking when people get sick or leave the building.  But to call everyone a victim is bullshit.  They have that disease.  I guess you can go the victim route.  I am no more a victim of whatever illnesses I have than I am a victim of a weather event.  Victim just seems the wrong word.  But, like hero, it is used too broadly because we want it to apply to everyone.

If you are a victim, you can suspend normal boundaries and get special stuff.  You can act out your anger and it is OK because you are a victim.

How did people get so completely separated from reality?  And for someone like me to see the need to point it out.  Holy smoke.  I thought I had issues with what is real.  I'm living in a nation of Lalalanders.  Incredible.

They actually implied this tattoo thing has played a part in her cancer not being as bad as it could be.  F'ing nuts!!
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Politically Incorrect, Insensitive, and a bit Resentful if not hateful

In my line of work, one drives a lot.  My line of work is living in the sticks and driving ten miles to the closest store. And driving just because it is irresistible and wonderful countryside around here.

Often, my travels carry me on the freeway and beyond toward the urban madness.  These forays reveal much about the small mindedness and incompetence of an alarming number of motorists.

It is my nature to categorize and profile.  It helps me to avoid trouble and difficulty. Lessons from experience.

Patterns emerge, and they are very hard to deny since you can see them for yourself, plain as day.
Personally, I used to like it when people were from other lands and cultures.  It was interesting.  I was the kid defending the foreigner from other kids in the neighborhood or school because that is just how I was.

No more.  And the reason is because people out of God only knows where pop up and start making demands, decrying the gringo and white devil, and it is incessant madness.   Show up and demand services, jobs, food, school, etc.  Try this in any other country.  Seriously, it is not so easy.  Otherwise I might be elsewhere. But nowhere is all that free of Big Brother and Nanny, as far as I know.

I also realize that most of my current peers have never lived in really "diverse" areas--meaning areas peopled by those deemed minorities due to race, ethnicity, etc.  Condition of birth.  If they had lived in such areas they would know that the more heavily diverse, the crazier the driving.

Prove me wrong.  Not saying whitey isn't a prick.  Just saying places with huge 3rd world or ghetto populations don't know rules of the road, are not courteous, in general, and have no turn signals.  Very wealthy entitled elites do not enjoy turn signals either.

Ever drive in Miami?  Then check out the highway around Boise.

Go to Memphis and tell me those people have a clue.  I thought I'd come home to a race riot one New Year's eve because of how insane, and apparently hostile, the drivers were on I-40.  But it was just Memphis. Running up on bumpers at 80mph, right lane for passing.  Swerving three lanes to make the exit, despite traffic.  General chaos, stupidity, hostility, and more pure ignorance.

In Memphis only one out of twenty people know which is the passing lane, anyway.  I am pretty sure they get federal money for having so many complete idiots in one county.  The least sought after option package on cars is the turn signal group.  The have that in common with the elites and trophies of Del Mar and La Jolla.

Here's the deal in California.  You can have the Association of Asian Woman Anesthesiologists, but you can't separate them out and say, why do they drive like such total oblivious idiots?  However they can segregate themselves, discriminating against others.  That goes for most legal minorities.

You cannot, however, have a white women's professional group without big trouble.  But the kicker is, most white people do not want to get all wrapped up in race. They are the folks who ended slavery, and most of them are not really that into ethnic exclusion.

We still have elitist, back-handed racists like Biden, but overall, whites are the least racist ethnicity in present day America. But they also have a high self-hatred index.  As a result, as a group, we are gaining on the others in the area of pure ignorance and false beliefs.  Soon, all will be equally qualified to call themselves imbeciles.

Either way, we put distance between the Asian woman who is sitting too low to see over the steering wheel, going 50mph, with half the car on either side of the dotted line, and ourselves.  Call me a bigot.  And you progressives don't profile Republicans?  I'm not one, but you do go over the top about them, often erroneously.   The corrupt love to harp on the corrupt---the other corrupt ones.

 Elitists get ticked whenever people don't thank them for their oversight of our lives.  Focking amazing.

The Dodge truck will tailgate, and pass on the right. Guts, Glory, Dodge--marketing to wannabe badasses and full blown rednecks.  Nice trucks, but the marketing works.  So we look for distance between ourselves and the Dodge.  It is only one in ten of these nice trucks that goes to someone whose ego is not seriously troubled, and whose brain and such is not sub standard.  Compensatory issues.

It's a generality which holds up. That does not mean there aren't exceptions and those who don't fit the marketing.  Nice truck, but like beemers, they draw far more than their share of self important pricks.

With dodge it is redneck bullies and dolts.  Beemers draw elitists and entitled bastards and their trophies.  Nice vehicles in both cases. But, like the rainbow, these brands have been hijacked.

My own car is unofficially the official car for lesbian naturalists, and koolaid drinking environmentalists and progressives.  I am not those things, however I had hoped to try lesbianism before I die.

Young women in Honda civics.  If you need to move over a lane, and it is tight, but there is room, they will gun it when you put the signal on.

Why? Brainwashed and not bright enough to know they do not know.  It is a sexist thing on their part.  Want to prove they can be jerks just like the guys.  It is a pattern though.  I've seen some that would rather have an accident than let you in.  I liked the old days when females were above acting base and petty.  There again, perhaps the white male devil pricks made it happen.  The Bidens, Kennedys, and Boehners of the world.

So, we try to trick the young lady Hondas into gunning it to cut us off, then we slide in behind them.
I am woman, hear me roar while I run you over.

Baja plates?  No problem.  They'll be doing 60 in the fast lane on the freeway, and the only response to choas caused around them is to slow down, except right when you are passing.  Then they speed up.

In NC it is considered a sort of loss to let a white person pass you on the freeway without a fight, if you are Black.  You must speed up as they pass, even on two lane roads.  Otherwise it is like allowing abuse.  Or something.
After you speed up ten to fifteen miles an hour, it is OK to let the devil go on around.  But only after speeding up and making the euro-american earn it. Just how it is.  But we should pretend not.

Nevada?  They are not very good drivers and are ruder than most on the road.  Nasty folks.

It is a legitimate study which would get me thrown in jail if I followed it through at a university.  The patterns are unmistakeable.

Just like it is abundantly clear that more street thugs who cause senseless violence tend to look like street thugs than not.  They tend to resemble one another in dress and demeanor.

There is a uniform.  Lots of people emulate it and then wonder why anyone thinks they are punks.  Because that is how punks and thugs look, carry themselves, talk, and interact.  MORONS.

But no.  Obama's fictitious son who got shot by neighborhood watch, and isn't allowed to play football, looks like a thug, so any suggestion that profiling of that sort to keep one's self safe is of value, now becomes ignorant hateful racism.

What bullshit.   Even blacks avoid blacks who have the look of troublemaker.  Everyone avoiding trouble does that regardless of race or much else.   If whites are in thug uniform and carrying on the attitude and body language, I avoid. Profiling!!! Winning!!

People who have always lived in the majority do not get it.  They are being suckered and fooled.
I've lived in cities where white was not the majority.  Cities, more than one.

Here is what is the common denominator.  A city in America which is majority Black or Hispanic will be highly discriminatory in every area of power and commerce.

They will openly show favoritism for their own ethnicity while showing open hostility toward yours.  Something you rarely see any more in whiter cities.  But racism is encouraged and considered noble if the racist is not white.  And they call you racist if you notice.

Elitists and those who visit their own self loathing on others of their race will encourage black racism, female sexism, hispanic racism.  Hispanic is a made up word.  It covers two continents and a large number of very different countries.

 But they do the same thing with white, although I never quite got all the hair splitting about what defines that non-scientific racial definition.  I've got nothing in common with the Jersey Shore type of creeps, let alone much of eastern europe.  In Sharpton terms, perhaps they are not really white if they don't agree with me.  They are sellouts.  Or I am.

But I'm the racist because I've seen the stats and lived a little.  Self hating morons, and self serving charlatans will help promote the absurd story that black youth are being gunned down right and left.

Take a good hard honest look at who is really being gunned down and by whom.  We can't do that.  The answer won't justify the agitators' power grab.   Statistics are out there, but boy does someone try to make it tough to get the straight numbers.

Don't get me wrong, I think the percentage of vile punk bullies on most police forces is extremely high.   And I have probably been stopped and questioned more than Obama ever was.  He is clearly lying about that.  I was detained in a diner on suspicion of bank robbery.  I was detained while walking in two or three different cities because I liked to walk late at night. I was depressed.

I was pulled over more times in Miami during the late 8-0s and early 90s than I can remember.  For nothing.  They made up reasons after the fact.  If I were black, after all the false narrative in the media, I'd be sure all the stops were because I was black, except the one for a broken taillight lense when the black female cop started to draw her weapon because I was taking too long to read the citation before signing.


Denying truth is of not use in this scenario.  Denying the corruption and cruelty of the good ol' boy network in many places is no less vile than denying the fact that ethnicity politics, and minority drivers generally suck.
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I pretty much don't think any group is smart.  Often I don't like everyone. But ethnicity is not the why of it.  It is behavior and philosophy.

If you believe that you have to think x, and act in a prescribed manner, or you aren't white enough or black enough, or gender confused enough, or whatever, you are, sadly, a malleable fool begging for a master to lead you.  You are a pain in the ass and a big part of what is screwing up life here on earth--something which ought to be magnificent and good.

The more people lump into groups the dumber and more vicious and cruel they become, too.  That is why I hate mobs and big crowds of demonstrators stopping traffic etc.  Mindless fools so thrilled at the sense of belonging will do absolutely anything the crowd seems to want. Kill, rape, maim, burn, steal, vandalize, you name it.  Mobs are like giving an angry, total idiot every nasty weapon in the arsenal.

Another 20th century lie repeated so often it became true--that demonstrations are peaceful even when they harass people, stop traffic, terrorize families, and do anything short of a military attack.  Peaceful demonstration.  They demonstrate what mindless herd animals we can be. That is what is demonstrated.

I guess unless you hang and work with certain groups, you do not realize how heavily steeped in proud ignorance they are, or how hostile they are to other races.   It really is the redneck culture, which truthfully knows no color boundaries.  Rural, southern, bigoted, racist redneck culture is almost identical to gangsta ghetto culture.

But whatever you do, pretend it isn't so.  Otherwise you could end up sharing a cell with that kid who baked brownies, and the one who bit his poptart into the shape of a pistol.