Alone and Unafraid

    

There was a time when all I could do was think of you, but you weren't the only one. There was a black haired young lady who looked at me and smiled, a long time ago now. She went away just like you went away, just like the others went away. Today I am alone and unafraid, happy to be so, walking the world without shame, pain or guilt. 

I don't hate you, despise you, miss you, love you, or want you anymore. Although I have told you good bye forever before-once or twice, I believe-this time it's true, horrible as that seems. 

Solitude

     

    I'm late for dinner and all alone

    but my canteen is full and a song is playing

    there's no one to answer me and I am fine

    I'll be in Tucson by and by

    without a dime to spend on you.

    

Not Another Meeting!

     

  

It's not that I hate people, it's that I know that they can never, and would never, love me. As I could never love them. It's not their faults (I have a few), nor is it their physical unattractiveness (I am 63 and overweight). Rather, most people I have met are not interested in the things that interest me. Some of them will feign interest in an effort to be polite, but after a moment or two, I can see the bored, faraway look in their eyes. I say, "this matters to me";  they say, "to you, maybe, but not to me", when I speak to them of my interests, often with an air of amused superiority.  I see it all the time. As a result, I simply stopped talking to them. I bore them, you see, so what's the use? Then there's the ugly fact that all  the people I meet are not worth getting to know. They are shallow, often overly narcissistic, phony, boring, predictable and hypocritical. I see their body language, hear their tone of voice, see the cast of their eyes. I note the words and phrases they use. All of this tells me that I would gain nothing by getting to know them but self-contempt for bringing myself down so low. I don't want them to hug me, shake my hand, share their pathetic little stories with me, include me in their circle, say I'm a "family" member, nothing. Just leave me alone, and save your pity for yourself, I say. 

Woman Killed by ICE Agent in Self-Defense

    

    The woman who was shot and killed by an ICE agent tried to run over the ICE agent. Ample video evidence clearly shows this. Regardless, protestors are demanding justice for the woman, and an end to ICE. The chickens have come home to roost, the kraken was released a long time ago, and the mindless thugs are out in the street. What we are seeing, and have been seeing for some time now, is the result of educators teaching their students that wishes and emotions, not objective facts, are all that matters.

Waiter Rant #1

     I work as a waiter at a popular chain restaurant, a place that goes out of the way to make for a pleasant customer experience. Separate checks? No problem; the system's set up to make that very easy and quick. Special orders, i.e., no mushrooms, no onions, extra cheese, etc...? Also not a problem; we do "mods" all the time. Didn't like the cheese sauce, or were the fries soggy? We'll comp you an appetizer or even a dessert. My employer has been in business for a long time; their food is good, and the ambiance is a few steps above a traditional diner like Shoney's, Denny's, etc. Its' warm, welcoming environment attracts all kinds of people, and the bar scene is usually lively and fun during happy hour. 

Why Football in America is Great

 The following is a rewrite from the original, in 2010

Football has been more than just a sport to me; it's been a classroom of life where I've learned the essence of teamwork, the resilience needed after defeat, and the discipline required for success. Each game, each season, has been a lesson in leadership, strategic thinking, and maintaining composure under pressure. But perhaps most importantly, football has taught me about community - how a shared passion can unite people, creating bonds that last well beyond the game. Whether it's learning to accept failure or celebrating success, the field has been my teacher, showing me how to navigate life's plays with grace and determination.

The Journey of Hope: Navigating the American Dream

 

The Human Story:

Imagine Ramon, Nora, and their young son, Felipe, living in Honduras, a nation grappling with violence, poverty, and political corruption. Both Ramon and Nora were laid off from their jobs at a local manufacturing plant, plunging their family into economic hardship. With no job prospects in sight in Tegucigalpa, the capital city, their savings soon vanished, leading to eviction from their home. Desperate for survival and a better future for Felipe, they joined a caravan heading towards the United States, a land rumored to offer opportunities for work and family unity. This narrative isn't unique; it's echoed by many who arrive at border cities like El Paso, Laredo, Nogales, and Tijuana. These individuals don't seek conflict but rather hope, a chance to work, and to keep their families together, despite the sorrow of leaving their homeland, culture, and ancestors behind.

The Mindset of the Democratic Party in America

        When we were all living in the jungle, before we built cities, some people began to notice that there were people amongst them who were doing a lot better than most. They had better food, women, clothes, etc.-and that made some people envious and hateful. How could you have a steak to eat, when I have nothing? How could everyone praise you, but ignore me? Such a dark emotion to feel at the sight of someone's achievement! Instead of channeling their ambition into productive or creative endeavors, envious individuals direct their energy towards destructive desires, wishing to diminish others rather than elevate themselves.

Trump Haters: A Personal Anecdote

    I've experienced what's been called "Trump Derangement Syndrome" (by his supporters), right here at home. My room mate is an intelligent, attractive lady with a talent for making people feel at ease.  She is often kind, considerate, and thoughtful of others-all in all, what we sometimes call "good people". The problem is, she passionately hates Donald Trump. She has said so many times in our conversations around the house, and often I overhear her on the phone venting this hatred on her friends, who seem to agree with her. Because her tirades against Trump, his wife, and his supporters are so vitriolic, sardonic, and passionately sincere, I wondered, why? I have no problem with people who dislike or even hate Trump's policies, but what is this personal thing that we are seeing all over the world, this irrational hatred for someone who is not a murderer, child molester, thug, or a pervert? Yes, you can disagree with Trump's policies. More power to you! You can work to effect the change you want to see in policy, you can help elect politicians who represent your values, but why, oh why? do you so thoroughly hate the man? Especially when his record, his Cabinet, and his stated platform, is pro-America (for all Americans), pro-prosperity, pro-human progress-where people are truly free to pursue their dreams and goals? 

    I remember how my Internet usage first started. I was at the University of New Orleans, learning how to use a text only browser called "Lynx" (or something like that), c. 1997.  The "Lynx" browser was essentially an index of hyperlinks to academic texts all over the world. It couldn't show images or play sound. Soon after first using Lynx, I discovered another Internet browser-Windows 3.0. This could deliver pictures and sound files! The transition from text-only to sound, audio and video seemed to happen overnight. People began talking about their favorite websites, like My Space, ICQ, Napster, and others. Wireless modems began appearing on laptops-they were typically the size of a hand held walkie-talkie, and attached to the back of the screen/lid by Velcro strips. The connection speeds were very slow compared to 2024 standards. An mp3 sound file would take about ten minutes to download, for example. The first modems were about 28 kbps, then 56 kbps came out and everyone thought that was great.

On Playing Music

 

"IT'S JUST TWO CHORDS!",  I told the man who complimented me after I played “Ode to Joy”. This  melody was much more complex than just two chords in Beethoven's  9th Symphony, of which “Ode to Joy” is part. Nevertheless, it has become a simple Christian worship song, a song that resembles children’s tunes in chord structure (“Mary Had a Little Lamb”, and “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star” comes to mind). I briefly discussed this with him, and he confessed to loving such music for it's simplicity, but not really understanding the musical theory behind it. I was absolutely amazed at this man’s kindness, however, because it was obviously sincere. So now, dear reader, let me ask you a question: what do you think is the most real, most sincere way to show your appreciation to a musician you like? Applaud/clap? Tip? Make a shrine to him or her in your closet?

Drill Baby Drill

A part of the reason why so many elitists support efforts to replace fossil fuels with solar and wind (mostly), is because it would eliminate a lot of their problems. How so? Because of poor people doing poor-people things that interfere with their personal elitist agendas. "We are only trying to make the world a better place for our children and their children", they claim, and that might be true. But, poor people care nothing about green energy-because it's expensive and unreliable. The poor care absolutely nothing for ideas like "diversity", "inclusion", and the rights of transsexuals. No, the poor are concerned with other more important issues, like making the rent, fending off starvation or malnutrition, somehow buying their children clothes and toys, avoiding being robbed on the street, not freezing to death in the winter, etc. 

The Problem with Politics

 POLITICS SUCK MORE THAN ANYTHING ELSE INCUDING DISEASE

-John Russell Turner

This is what's happening in the UK right now. Farmers are being pushed off their farms. Why?

Demonic Times

I had the experience of dealing directly with someone who hates Donald Trump. This person told me that anyone who votes for him is not welcome in her house. Well, that concerned me a little because I'm her room mate. She's sleeping right now on the other side of the apartment. Fortunately, she can not just call the police and have me evicted. I'm on the lease with her. Last night she had a run against me and Donald Trump that told me a lot. Here's a brief background: before she knew I support Trump, she thought I was a great guy and all, didn't hassle her for sex, cleaned after myself, and paid the bills on time. She'd get drunk and tell me how much she loves me, how much she "really appreciates" me and asks me to never go away. Sober, she's respectful and even affectionate. But, after she knew I supported Trump, I was a "woman hater", "against her children"; she accused me of being a "racist", of being a typical "white guy" voting for the "white guy". After spewing basically the worldview of Joy Behar and Whoopi Goldberg all over me-the one that posits life as a big "fuck you"-she actually had spittle foam at the corner of her mouth. She wasn't being cute or funny or practicing absurdist comedy. She was "for real". She meant (or perhaps thought she meant) all she told me. And guess what happened when I explained to her-with receipts-that  she was wrong? She doubled down, of course. Shrill, hysterical and consciously evil. All that was what this person showed me in response to learning of my support of Donald J. Trump.

Shame Tactics to Get Out the Vote?

 

About a week or two ago, ads started showing up on X and YouTube. The organization behind this ad campaign to get veterans to vote is called the Vet Voice Foundation. Recently I discovered that the Vet Voice Foundation is also sending out flyers via snail mail, so I got curious as to who these people are at the Vet Voice Foundation. I just wanted too see who it is that thinks trying to shame people into voting is right. 

A simple Google search reveals that Vet Voice filed a lawsuit against an attempt to reform the voting process in Washington State.  The Stranger, a Seattle based left wing news outlet (print and on-line), wrote a sympathetic piece about this lawsuit. A brief visit to the Vet Voice website reveals they consider fighting "misinformation" a campaign, a mission if you will. Click here to view their statement on this issue. So, the people using shame tactics to get veterans to vote are Leftists. Yet another example of their lunacy. 

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Ah, the many insights brought about by my experience working in a call center! It's been an overall positive experience, even with the occasional "problem" customer calling in from time to time. This is because it has given me a window in which I can see and even study human behavior. Why should I, or anyone else, want to study and observe human behavior? For me, the answer is to better understand the huge mystery which is myself and my behaviors, and, to be an effective call center employee.