I find it intriguing that women have (finally!) begun to rebel against sexual aggression at the same time that manners have been abolished.
Yesterday, I motored into Nawth Alibam’s Shining City on the Hill for provisioning and staff call. Quite frankly, the motoring was dismal almost all the way. Too many egotists and incompetents. Especially motoring (??????) down Whitesburg Mountain. These rectalcrania accelerate on the short straight bits of road and brake frantically on the curves, the length of the two being about equal on this stretch of US 231.
I coast down this stretch, unless prevented by these folks’ inconsistency, at the speed limit and do not need to use my brakes except when the springs flowing across the road are frozen. Which was not the situation yesterday.
I don’t understand what appears to be deep stupidity. I get down as fast or faster than these people and use much less petrol and do not wear my braking apparatus.
But once I crossed the bridge over the Tennessee and had motored north a couple of miles I spied a Roy Moore campaign sign, the small yard variety. Normally this would be a downer, in the parlance of my generation, but this sign had been graffiti-ed with the word “PEDOPHILE” in black (?) spray paint.
Somehow this brightened my day. And while the traffic did abate a bit once I got off US 231, this protest against evil enhanced my tolerance and morale.
And then, this morning at gym, I was bemused and even amused by the numerous grammar and spelling mistakes in the graphics displayed by one of our local television stations – WAFF.
This led me to some musing. First, how can people let themselves be so consumed by their rush to work (?) that they actually impede their own motion by acts of irrational and, apparently, insentient, stupidity?
Second, how can we abide a political candidate who is clearly not only a bigot but a pervert?
Third, how can we abide people who disobey laws, in this case by spraying graffiti on political signs? Even if the scrawling is rightful and good and the candidate is evil and prevaricative?
Fourth, how can people who claim to be students of morality via a revealed religion support patent evil? And enthusiastically? While their commitment and steadfastness may be laudable, it becomes damning by the evil supported.
The latter is somehow the least part of these. Observation indicates that most, many, at least, of the adherents of this religion do so for reasons other than assimilating its tenets. This observation indicates that these people falsely claim membership for either personal gain or to better their social status. And, apparently, to persecute those who are not members, or who are, but do not meet their acceptance.
So perhaps that these adherents of this religion do rightly support perversion?
But this doesn’t seem to tell us why we permit criminality and stupidity and incompetence?
Film at Eleven.
One Day. Back to Gym. Where I saw the first attack commercial from the state bigot. This caused me to reflect and I have developed a conjecture: the problem is that the parties are unable or unwilling – probably the latter – to offer candidates that are acceptable to the majority of citizens.
So I want to offer up an idea to alter the situation. Every time we have to elect a new official, senator or dog catcher, we select a name at random from the rolls of eligible voters. That person, regardless of any other characteristics will hold that office. If they go off and serve, so much the better than what we have now because they will be an unknown quantity and ignorant – in all likelihood – of the job. And if they do nothing then we are no worse off than we are now because they will be doing no active damage.
And they get to hold office only once. Period. Which is an inducement for them to actually do something because they can’t be selected again.
And we don’t have evil grasping politicians making our lives worse.
Six Day. Had to wait to go to gym. AT least they opened on published schedule today. Blind squirrel, perhaps?
The nonsense of Black Fiveday continues. My email inbox has been clogged with multiple sales flatulences. Some of this has been good because it gave me an opportunity to relegate many senders to SPAM/JUNK status.
But some of the content has been more than irritating and annoying. In a few cases it has given me pause to cogitate.
One such: under what conditions would I give someone a television receiver? I find myself at a loss to list even one condition. In fact, I can think of almost no gift more vapid and banal.
For which matter, I am struggling with the idea of any electronics as a suitable gift. A gift should be something with high resonance to the receiver. Unless, of course, I consider the receiver unworthy of effort. So under what conditions would I be giving that person a gift? In-laws, perhaps. Or an organizational superior. But then I have to ask what kind of evil organization is it that superiors must be gifted?
I suspect this is a variant on the matter of giving underwear. At least in utilitarian situations, not the gender harassment/intimidation shtick. But the action of parents gifting children with underwear is infamous, almost Hobbesian in terms of Dysfunction.
This leads to the basic question: who should be satisfied – the giver or the recipient?
Returned from a bit of run-about Greater Metropolitan Arab on errands with FD SCP. My role was primarily as toter, which, for those who don’t speak Old Confederate, is a person who totes. This is a role fulfilled by Southron men since the invention of the basket, which in turn, is the predecessor of the sack. (The anthropological theory I was exposed to is that the basket was originally woven strips of animal pelt or hide and with some bit of human rational ingenuity gave way to plant strips and diverged to whole pieces of pelt sewn together. Lots of technological advance there, comparable to the progress from Franklin’s kite to Bardeen’s transistor.)
One of the questions arising while out with FD SCP is why do so many people ignore STOP signs these days? This led me to consider that if robot motorcars were programmed to photograph and report human driven motorcars committing ANY crime, then the transition to all robot motorcars might be facilitated. Some of the people I see motoring in Greater Metropolitan Arab – especially of pickup trucks – would be forced into bankruptcy (and maybe life in jail) within a week.
Happily we saw few others out. Which leads to ask if they have all motored nawth to Huntsville where there are actually stores that offer stuff worth buying – Arab is graced with a MalWart, which rather sets the scale for retail rubbish in town – or are they being rational and saving their money?
That question seems a bit foolish, somehow.
Five Day. Back to gym. With a fill-in clerk who was fifteen minutes late. And hence I had to reduce my exercise duration by ten minutes to get back on schedule.
This raises the question: if we can’t trust Marshall Medical North [Link] management to open a gym on schedule how can we trust them to run a hospital. The answer is that we can’t. So this is a thankfulness since we have found out not to go to this hospital before we got killed or maimed.
I am also thankful that Thanksgiving is over. All that is left is unhealthy left-overs that can be discarded in a day or so.
I am thankful for the Arab government [Link] contractor who is supposed to pick up the recyclables this morning but almost certainly will not on the excuse of yesterday. This teaches us that capitalists are less trustworthy (and more venial) than government.
Not that Arab government is much to be thankful for. It is, however, one baby step above chaos but not incompetence.
I am also thankful for Black Friday, mostly because it reminds us of the evil of Capitalism and the stupidity of Bogs (and a few Geeks.) It never ceases to amaze me how industriously Bogs will wait on queue to “save” money on rubbish they don’t need but have been brain washed into wanting. In this regard, I am also thankful for Bogs lest the Capitalists have to get creative in their prevarications aka advertisements.
I am unthankful that the month of two noxious holidays is near upon. Much stupidity is to be endured as well of movement obstruction and an atmosphere of general idiocy.
I should also offer I am thankful for Jim Zeigler and Roy Moore as exemplars of how not to be.
And probably that Verizon mole who will destroy net neutrality and give me lots more time to get research work done, none of which will benefit the Amerikans of today because they are too lazy and brain-whacked to care.
Today is “Thanksgiving Day.” No gym, because its a holy day. In that regard it has a singular positiveness – it’s a secular holy day, so it’s not an instance of the mystical and superstitious bogs imposing their prejudices and villainy on the rest of us. That doesn’t mean they won’t try; I haven’t been to a “Thanksgiving” repast in years without the deity being invoked in horribly human, Us-Them fashions. One thing I have never understood is that if the deity created humans deliberately then why should he/she/it prefer one flavor of human over another.
And if only the good die young, wouldn’t that favor be placed on the ones being discorporated?
I am not sure what I have to be thankful for. My existence? Birth was beyond my control; it followed from sexual congress of my parents. They may have wanted pregnancy but I doubt that had any conception of what they would be getting.
My family? Again, my natal family is beyond my control. And I should like to say beyond my deep appreciation. They are mostly EXTRO Bogs with the usual antipathy shading into hatred for INTROs and Nerds/Geeks. What is amazing is that I will put up with their presence for a while due to some not understood social obligation. And then go home thoroughly sickened both physically and psychologically.
My constructed family. Certainly I am thankful for FD SCP. But I have that every day and need not a holy day for it. I am of mixed mind now because we spent Two Day at Nawth Alibam’s Shining City on the Hill’s premiere hospital. The reason was the FD SCP needed some plumbing adjustments; for me, and less for her, it was an exercise in vertical copulation and borderline incompetence. She was unconscious most of the time and missed much of the disaster.
No, not a disaster ass in conflagration or such, more like a series of absolutely avoidable screw-ups. We were supposed to be there at 0530 for 0630 surgery. That kept slipping until 1045 because the cutter was indisposed. I knew better than to ask whether his problems were managerial, chemical, or physiological. Happily the crowd of other people’s relatives in the hospital stock yard – the conditions such that if we were cattle the FDA would close down the facility for cruelty and lack of sanitation – was smaller than usual if not more restrained. The noise level in this place was such that the staff abandoned their electronic public address system and walked about imitating town criers. The cutters were livid and nasty because they had to wait to reassure the chief relative over the telephone; evidently face-to-face reports are not part of contemporary medical practice. I suppose they also have a hireling to take the money to bank?
Couple that with an atmosphere of imminent wailing by the interminable large groups of relatives gathered for operations with failure probabilities less than 1%. I could understand the gathering if the probability of survival was half or less but more certain than the motorcar trip to/from hospital? Makes one wonder how Bogs still exist.
So scant thankfulness for anything there other than FD SCP and I surviving our visit to hospital. Which did make me thankful for Semelweis and Lister. I can also say I that I was singularly unthankful for the foodstuffs. Amazing how much sodium can be packed into otherwise tasteless dietitian designed offerings. The coffee, imported from a nearby Starbucks was the best thing and those who read this blog know my ratings on that.
I can also say that after this I had a certain empathy for the British at the battle of Isandlwanda where the callous thought absence of others did them in. One expects rather more of medicalists whose priorities seem not even on treatment.
But we both survived and I suppose I should be thankful of that.
The air temperature is below the phase change of water into ice, and with the gym closed for some devious reason, I am unthankful for being unable to exercise my corpus. And I shall have to eat unusual foodstuffs this afternoon and I shall be deeply unthankful for that, but deeply thankful for simethacone and oil of peppermint.
I shall also be thankful for this not being the next major holiday which will not be secular and will have an order of magnitude more superstition harassment. And I will be thankful when this day of thankfulness is over. Nothing like a ridiculous social torture to make one appreciate reality.
I should append that I am also thankful that I will not have to venture out on the morrow to spend money. I have already received innumerable (not really but beyond my interest or desire) advertisements. I was especially taken with the one from Sam’s Club: the offerings were so boggish as to make me wonder how long it will be before the nausea subsides and I will even think of trading with them. Into the new year I expect.
I am unthankful, however, that I will be unable to do needful acquisition for a while because of all the Bogs out chasing false bargains and adamantinely packaged rubbish. Whether physical presence or internet clogging, their odious, nauseating subservience to capitalist disease is clogging.