Still no conclusive proof

Despite my attempts to the contrary, I can find no conclusive proof that these blog entries have any effect other than rearranging bits in what must be, probably is, computer servers out there somewhere.

Therefore, I am, as I imagined in my first thoughts as an infant, truly alone.

I walk, I breathe, I speak, I listen — those activities have greater impact upon the world than these bits and bytes.

Nothing I do here influences or impacts the [American] football coaches of the Southeastern Conference college teams so nothing I write in this space would cause them to want to make comments about the level of competition that the University of Tennessee coaches, trainers, staff, stadium/field, training facilities and players bring to the SEC.

They alone have to defend their job perks/pay scales and physical abuse of young men in order to instill teamwork and self-sacrifice into “student-athletes” aligned with the much-maligned NCAA just so universities can virtually destroy a few student-athletes in the name of commerce, yet claim it’s all about educational opportunities.

My habits are the result of my place in a tiny subculture in this great galaxy of ours — I do not qualify them with labels like “good” or “bad.”

For, you see, I have my own personal secret to success that prevents me from S everyday — I am waiting to die and every day until I die is a bonus I didn’t have when I contemplated S the day before — the only friend of mine when considering the big S is procrastination — there will always be time tomorrow to say hello to S and goodbye to the rest.

I never have been a very good team player.  I blame my parents, who brought a rival for their affection into this world — my sister — and I’ve been in a personal war against the world ever since.

From then on, it’s been a mental struggle to tell myself that the opposite sex is one part of two-gender trait of our species (to be honest, I’m still uncomfortable including LGBTXYZ in my universal view), that we should work together to make this planet a better place to live, etc.

I am an uptight dude, who never has felt comfortable relaxing in front of others, constantly switching personality masks to accommodate and please people around me so I can wall/fence them off from the parallel universe inside my thoughts, where I truly live, happy in my private misery and/or miserable in my private happiness.

Men are not my rivals — everything about them is some part of me, and they are what they are in their hairy, testosterone-driven imperfections.

Women are my rivals and always will be — there will never be a time when I can get back to those happy moments with my parents before my sister was conceived — whatever women do, I will compete against them; when they’re better than me at some task/skill, I will feel an immense jealousy/envy with which I will either find strength and choose to compete or feel deflated and concede defeat.

Before my wife and I followed in my parents’ footsteps and bought season tickets for Univ. of TN football home games in 1991, we enjoyed weekend getaways to B&Bs around the country.

If the exploitative college football system didn’t exist, my wife and I would probably be traveling the world.

Instead, I have driven us six or seven times in the autumn of the year back to our parents’ places in order to schedule family time around trips to Neyland Stadium.

A week ago, my wife and I decided to change seats in the stadium, giving up our South End Zone, upper deck spots in Section LL, Row 9, Seats 14-15, that we have held since 1991, in order to move to the North End Zone upper deck, our “Annual Fund” (formerly the Volunteer Athletic Scholarship Fund) donation level staying the same.

We also took advantage of buying four tickets to the “away” game in Tuscaloosa for this year’s UT-Bama game, traditionally held on the third Saturday in October.

I have no idea who the players are or will be for either team but I’m pretty sure that they’ll be in the 17-23 year old age range, the youngest players being a third my age, remembered for decades by kids who’ll attend the games and cheer for their favourite players just like when I was a kid and cheered for the likes of Condredge Holloway, a young man from Huntsville, Alabama, who ended up playing quarterback for University of Tennessee because the University of Alabama head football coach, Paul “Bear” Bryant, told Condredge that he’d never be a quarterback for Bama because his skin was the wrong colour for the times.   Probably still is in the heart of Dixie.

Doesn’t matter to me how many national championship trophies that the University of Alabama football team claims to have because I’ll always remember a fellow male, George Wallace, standing on the university campus barring people with dark skin from attending classes.

How many national championship caliber quarterbacks for Bama have not been white?

When will the first national championship college football team have a woman on the first team, let alone at quarterback?

These are questions I can wait until the day I die to see answered outside of this blog because I’ve already seen them played out in the parallel universe of my thoughts.

In a few months, I’ll watch traditional male-dominated football teams hold a controlled fight/wrestling match while women and men cheer on the sideline, knowing, despite increased ticket prices and major stadium seating capacity upgrades, nothing has changed in 50 years:

I’m still a set of states of energy alone in my thoughts, committed to my marriage and my family, but otherwise not much of a team player when I don’t want to be, never that happy-but-apprehensive-of-the-big-wide-world one-year old ever again.

It’s all about education?

What an interesting day for diversions.  First I read the following from a conservative friend’s email, posted below.  And then I read a “liberal” response, posted at the bottom, as well as follow-on comments afterward.

Conservative’s viewpoint:

DIVORCE AGREEMENT--WRITTEN BY YOUNG COLLEGE STUDENT

The person who wrote this is a college student. Perhaps there is hope for us after all.

DIVORCE AGREEMENT

THIS IS SO INCREDIBLY WELL PUT AND I CAN HARDLY BELIEVE IT'S BY A YOUNG PERSON, A STUDENT!!! WHATEVER HE RUNS FOR, I'LL VOTE FOR HIM.

Dear American liberals, leftists, social progressives, socialists, Marxists and Obama supporters, et al: We have stuck together since the late 1950's for 
the sake of the kids, but the whole of this latest election process has made me realize that I want a divorce. I know we tolerated each other for many years for 
the sake of future generations, but sadly, this relationship has clearly run its course.

Our two ideological sides of America cannot and will not ever agree on what is right for us all, so let's just end it on friendly terms. We can smile and 
chalk it up to irreconcilable differences and go our own way.

Here is a our separation agreement:

--Our two groups can equitably divide up the country by landmass each taking a similar portion. That will be the difficult part, but I am sure our two 
sides can come to a friendly agreement. After that, it should be relatively easy! Our respective representatives can effortlessly divide other assets since 
both sides have such distinct and disparate tastes.

--We don't like redistributive taxes so you can keep them.

--You are welcome to the liberal judges and the ACLU.

--Since you hate guns and war, we'll take our firearms, the cops, the NRA and the military.

--We'll take the nasty, smelly oil industry and the coal mines, and you can go with wind, solar and biodiesel.

--You can keep Oprah, Michael Moore and Rosie O'Donnell. You are, however, responsible for finding a bio-diesel vehicle big enough to move all three of 
them.

--We'll keep capitalism, greedy corporations, pharmaceutical companies, Wal-Mart and Wall Street.

--You can have your beloved lifelong welfare dwellers, food stamps, homeless, homeboys, hippies, druggies and illegal aliens.

--We'll keep the hot Alaskan hockey moms, greedy CEO's and rednecks.

--We'll keep Bill OReilly, and Bibles and give you NBC and Hollywood . 

--You can make nice with Iran and Palestine and we'll retain the right to invade and hammer places that threaten us.

--You can have the peaceniks and war protesters. When our allies or our way of life are under assault, we'll help provide them security.

--We'll keep our Judeo-Christian values.

--You are welcome to Islam, Scientology, Humanism, political correctness and Shirley McClain. You can also have the U.N. but we will no longer be paying 
the bill.

--We'll keep the SUV's, pickup trucks and oversized luxury cars. You can take every Volt and Leaf you can find.

--You can give everyone healthcare if you can find any practicing doctors.

--We'll keep "The Battle Hymn of the Republic" and "The National Anthem."

--I'm sure you'll be happy to substitute "Imagine", "I'd Like to Teach the World to Sing", "Kum Ba Ya" or "We Are the World".

--We'll practice trickle-down economics and you can continue to give trickle up poverty your best shot.

--Since it often so offends you, we'll keep our history, our name and our flag.

Would you agree to this? If so, please pass it along to other like-minded liberal and conservative patriots and if you do not agree, just hit delete. In 
the spirit of friendly parting, I'll bet you might think about which one of us will need whose help in 15 years.

Sincerely,

John J. Wall
Law Student and an American

P.S. Also, please take Ted Turner, Sean Penn, Martin & Charlie Sheen, Barbara Streisand, & ( Hanoi ) Jane Fonda with you.
P.S.S. And you won't have to press 1 for English when you call our country.

Forward This Every Time You Get It ! Let's Keep This Going, Maybe Some Of It Will Start Sinking In!!

Liberal’s counterpoint:

A Liberal Responds to a Conservative’s “Divorce Agreement for America”

There is a pretty awful, but amusing piece of writing being sent around in chain e-mails and praised to high heaven on various conservative boards and blogs. Appearing with minor variations, it purports to be a “Divorce Agreement” for dividing the United States between conservatives and liberals. It is supposedly written by one “John J. Wall”, who may or may not be a real person and may or may not be studying law in what may or may not be an accredited U.S. law school. I’ve heard of it before, but having received it in an e-mail this weekend past, I thought I’d write a response.

Dear John J. Wall a/k/a “Conservative John”:

This liberal lawyer is in receipt of your proposed Divorce Agreement. First of all, for reasons too many to catalog, your feeble grasp of legal principles is surprising in someone who goes to law school. For your own sake, John, go harder. Second, as far as substance, I think you are getting ahead of yourself, as demonstrated below.

We have stuck together since the late 1950′s for the sake of the kids, but the whole of this latest election process has made me realize that I want a divorce. I know we tolerated each other for many years for the sake of future generations, but sadly, this relationship has clearly run its course. Our two ideological sides of America cannot and will not ever agree on what is right for us all, so let’s just end it on friendly terms. We can smile and chalk it up to irreconcilable differences and go our own way.

A marriage is a relationship founded on compromise and fair co-existence. Sometimes, you and your spouse disagree; sometimes you get your way, and sometimes you don’t. That’s just the nature of the beast. You can’t expect to dominate your spouse all the time. There have been long periods of time when your side held political power and passed legislation that I despise. But, although this on occasion made me feel very frustrated, I never gave up on my country. And what do you do? You lose an election, and your reaction is to huff and pout, and renounce this country and its democracy, demand that your land be hacked to pieces. Shame on you. Marriage — and, incidentally, divorce — are serious adult matters. They aren’t there for petulant children to dabble in. Grow up.

Also: was I wrong in assuming this marriage was a democracy? You may have learned in school once upon a time, that democracy means different views get political representation, and views you don’t like sometimes prevail over yours. If you don’t like something, you rely on the democratic process to change it, and if you can’t change it, that’s your clue about being out of touch with the majority of your fellow Americans. You don’t always get to win. And, in a democratic society, you certainly don’t react to losing by threatening people, calling for mass slaughter and proposing to destroy the country. What do you think a democracy is? A one-party rule, where the majority of adult population is disenfranchised, and only those who adhere to a certain narrow set of ideas get exclusive political representation? That’s not democracy, John, that’s Stalinesque authoritarianism. Perhaps you need a refresher course in political science and American civics.

But, if you insist on a divorce, I will be happy to go through your proposal point by point.

Our two groups can equitably divide up the country by landmass each taking a similar portion. That will be the difficult part, but I am sure our two sides can come to a friendly agreement. After that, it should be relatively easy! Our respective representatives can effortlessly divide other assets since both sides have such distinct and disparate tastes.

Your list of assets has a glaring omission: education. Since you don’t believe in public education, and you hate universities and educated people, we are going to keep all of those. Already, this country’s best research organizations and institutions of higher learning are overwhelmingly located in liberal areas of the country. There are a handful of those in liberal enclaves within “red” states, but I guess they’ll just move to us. We’ll gladly take them. You are welcome to retain trailer-park diploma mills, home schooling by semi-illiterate housewives and fundamentalist parochial schools, whose curricula will consist of Selective Scripture, Creationism and Flag-Waiving.

We don’t like redistributive taxes so you can keep them.

Thank you, we will. It’s a well-known fact that conservative areas of the country pay less in taxes than liberal ones, but consume a greater share of public funds. That means that once our divorce is complete, we’ll keep more of our money, while you will have to cough up more to support yourselves. Good luck with that.

Incidentally, how are you going to do it? What kind of taxes are you going to have? A regressive system, I suppose, where the more money a taxpayer earns, the less tax he is required to pay? One where you enrich the rich, while reducing the middle class to penury? Or perhaps a system of sales taxes, because nothing will revive a failing economy like imposing penalties on spending money? Whatever, it’s your business — but understand, if your citizens flock to us across the border to buy their necessities without the burden of a 20% sales tax, we sure as hell ain’t gonna enforce your stupid tax laws. And no other country will, either. In other words, I’m sure you have a fine tax plan in the works, except it’s going to send your economy spiraling down the crapper, and it’s going to deplete your tax base. Within a few short years,, your Bible-thumping joke of a government won’t be able to pay its electric bill, never mind finance the War of Civilizations. More on that later.

You are welcome to the liberal judges and the ACLU.

Thank you, I like liberal judges; they remain true to the Framers’ spirit of social progress. As for the ACLU, need I remind you of all the times that conservatives have turned to that organization for help when their rights were threatened? In any event, watchdog organizations are indispensable in a democracy. They prevent abuses of power. I will gladly keep the ACLU.

Since you hate guns and war, we’ll take our firearms, the cops, the NRA and the military.

You can have the NRA and war. As for firearms, take good care of the ones you have now, because with your shitty economy, and your lack of industries and research capabilities, you won’t get any new ones for a long, long time.

As for the cops and the military, we’ll keep them, since we pay more than you do towards their upkeep. You are welcome to raise your own forces. Incidentally, how are you going to do it without taxes? Law enforcement and national defense — not to mention overseas military adventures — represent the two most expensive areas of public expenditure. No amount of chicken hawks flapping their chicken wings is going to will the police and the military into existence. The most conservative and jingoistic of soldiers still believe in a social compact — they expect society to pay them decent wages, provide retirement and disability benefits, and healthcare for them and their families. In addition, you will need weapons, vehicles, ships, planes and other technology to compete in modern warfare. How are you planning to raise the money to pay for all that? Charity? Pressing able-bodied men into service, like in the days of good old Queen Bess? Billing individual citizens and selling those who don’t pay into slavery? Good luck with all that.

You can keep Oprah, Michael Moore and Rosie O’Donnell.

Ah-huh. Now, that’s just anger talking. I think it goes without saying, American conservatives should be the last people on the planet to make fat jokes.

We’ll keep capitalism, greedy corporations, pharmaceutical companies, Wal-Mart and Wall Street.

First of all, nice try, but no, you can’t have New York. Second, pharmaceutical research institutions, including universities, are overwhelmingly located in liberal areas of the country, and you can’t have those either. (If, however, the term “pharmaceutical company” includes meth labs in the Ozarks, I would prefer that you keep those.) Go ahead and try to convince Wall Street to move to Bumfuck, Tennessee. I suppose you will have a system that is best described as socialism for the rich, and feudalism for the rest. We are going to have equitable, well-regulated capitalism, where private gains accompany private losses, and nationalized losses lead to nationalized gains.

You can have your beloved lifelong welfare dwellers, food stamps, homeless, homeboys, hippies, druggies and illegal aliens.

Lifelong welfare dwellers: If I take them, that will severely depopulate your half of the land. How about, I take mine, and you take yours. Except now, your welfare recipients will be your problem, not ours.

Homeless: I take it, homelessness will be illegal in your country? That’s funny, because you also plan to enact economic policies that will increase homelessness manifold. How will you punish those who cannot afford a dwelling? Jail them? Enslave them? Kill them? Just curious.

Homeboys: I guess hoodies will be illegal too? Man, I know how you feel. Whenever I see a mullet, I think “Jesus Tapdancing Christ, my eyes! This should be against the law.” But then, I respect the First Amendment.

Hippies: Yes, thank you.

Druggies: Ah, no. YOU are keeping Rush Limbaugh, and that’s all there is to it. Him, and all the redneck meth-heads.

Illegal Aliens: First of all, people you call “illegal aliens” are overwhelmingly Amerindian, so the label you slap on them is ironic, to say the least. Also, they are hard-working in a way that defies belief. We’ll take them. Your loss, our gain.

We’ll keep the hot Alaskan hockey moms,

Oh? Later on in your essay, you say something about “Judeo-Christian Values”. If memory serves, the Bible prohibits coveting another man’s wife. And the hot Alaskan hockey mom you are referring to is a married woman. Notice, adultery stands alone among the Bible’s “high crimes” in that you may not even think about it. I realize, pointing this out may make me sound a bit like a prude — except, this isn’t about me. I’m a godless liberal. You are the one claiming to abide by Judeo-Christian values — and here you are, not merely transgressing against some obscure Levitical prohibition, but violating one of the Ten Friggin’ Commandments. Ogling women and commenting on their physique does not make you sound “cool” — it just exposes you as a huge hypocrite. All that said, you can take her with you.

greedy CEO’s

That’s fine, except I don’t think they’ll want to go with you. These guys seem to prefer New York, southern Florida and coastal California.

and rednecks

Much obliged.

We’ll keep the Bibles and give you NBC and Hollywood.

Fine. We’ll have literature, art, theater, opera, music and movies. Your entertainment will consist of talk radio, prayer meetings and public executions. All-in-all, I think it’s a fair trade.

You can make nice with Iran and Palestine and we’ll retain the right to invade and hammer places that threaten us. You can have the peaceniks and war protesters.

Is peaceful protest going to be against the law in your country, too? I guess we are the ones keeping the content of the Constitution, while you can have the fancy covers — since you obviously don’t care what’s between them. You can do whatever you want. I don’t think Israel would be too happy about you invading Palestine, and if you attack Iran, you’ll ultimately have to fight Russia. And, as a former Russian, let me tell you — words cannot begin to describe what a tough motherfucker Russia is. That’s not ethnic pride talking; I’m merely relating a simple fact of life. But, I’m sure, you’ll want to find that out for yourself.

When our allies or way of life are under assault, we’ll provide them job security.

You don’t have any allies. All those countries I suppose you are referring to are our allies. Even Israel, where the majority of the population leans liberal and likes the liberal part of America more. Our allies are your allies only as long as we come as a package. Once our divorce is finalized, however, they’ll want nothing to do with you. No one likes you; the whole world finds you dull, ignorant and vulgar. Maybe you should take that as a sign.

We’ll keep our Judeo-Christian values.

And what might those be? Is greed a Judeo-Christian value? As I vaguely recall, Jesus said something about Mammon and how a man can’t serve two masters. How do you interpret that to agree with your economic principles and moral beliefs?

As your own essay demonstrates, you despise the meek, the merciful and the peacemakers — the very kinds of people who, according to Jesus, will be rewarded and blessed. You are diametrically opposed to them, so how is your morality consistent with Judeo-Christian values? (Not to mention, as your comment about Alaskan hockey moms exemplifies, you are not pure of heart, either.)

Is it consistent with Judeo-Christian values to rape the environment? God told you you could use the Earth he created to meet your basic needs, but where in the Scripture does it say that your pleasure, and the desire to prop up your sagging ego, justify poisoning water and air, and driving whole species to extinction? It would seem to me, the story of the Flood at least implicitly confers upon Man the responsibility to safeguard all animals and plants. Certain things are, granted, outside of your control, but don’t you think you are defying God when you deliberately destroy his creation?

Is it a Judeo-Christian value to hunt for sport? Consider the stories of Isaac and Ishmael, and Jacob and Esau. God twice withheld His blessing and the Covenant from a hunter in favor of a farmer. And Leviticus imposes kashrut rules that all but explicitly prohibit hunting. Sure, Jesus supposedly repealed Jewish dietary laws, but do you really think it was so you could satisfy some perverse machismo by killing a weaker creature?

Later on, you claim that health care is a luxury. Is that a Judeo-Christian value too, withholding an easy cure or prevention from children, the elderly and the impoverished, unless they can afford to pay market rate? Can you point me to a passage in the Bible that establishes it as a moral imperative that people should die from preventable or treatable diseases, because not dying is like owning a pleasure boat?

Is it a Judeo-Christian value to pull out a gun and kill someone for hitting you? As I recall, the Bible says “an eye for an eye” — which is an explicit limitation on payback to the magnitude of the harm suffered. And that, only after there has been a trial, with due process afforded to the defendant. How in the world do conservative “stand your ground” and trespass laws comply with Judeo-Christian values? If anything, they are antithetical to those values.

In fact, is there anything to your so-called Judeo-Christian values besides reducing women to the status of chattel and beating gays to death? What a bunch of hypocrites you are. You use religion as a thin justification for your self-indulgence and your hatreds. And you may certainly keep those if and when we part ways.

You are welcome to Islam, Scientology, Humanism, political correctness and Shirley McClain. You can also have the U.N, but we will no longer be paying the bill.

You don’t pay much of the bill as it is. And inasmuch as you suggest that you are going to establish a theocracy, where all systems of thought except your own doctrinal version of Christianity will be outlawed, you once again confirm that you are rejecting the Constitution. As I’ve said previously, I’ll follow the tradition of religious Jews who, when they move from a dwelling, leave the pretty mezuzah case on the door frame, but remove the actual mezuzah — that is, the sacred scroll — from inside the case. So too with the Constitution, we’ll each take what we most value — you, the pretty cover, we, the contents.

We’ll keep the SUV’s, pickup trucks and oversized luxury cars. You can take every Subaru station wagon you can find.

Lest we forget, those cars are mostly designed and manufactured in liberal areas of the country, or abroad. That said, you can buy whatever you can afford — which won’t be much.

And incidentally, the fact that you consider it a virtue to burn non-renewable resources and pollute the environment just to satisfy your obvious need for compensation is yet another example of your moral and intellectual inadequacy.

You can give everyone healthcare if you can find any practicing doctors.

I don’t know what makes you think you are getting all the doctors. You are going to have no schools or universities, so you won’t be able to educate your own. As for drawing doctors from other countries, that’s a problem as well. You’ve been pushing legislation designed to restrict doctors from practicing good, evidence-based, ethical medicine, so no decent doctor would want to work in your country, anyway. Sure, you can promise them riches, but with most of your population poor as dirt, how will you deliver?

We’ll continue to believe healthcare is a luxury and not a right.

You can continue to believe whatever you want to believe, including that the Moon is made of green cheese and that Baby Jesus had a pet dinosaur. Your beliefs expose you as inhumane. Putting saving someone’s life with a week-long course of antibiotics in the same category as drinking Crystal champagne or bedding a high-class hooker does not shame us — it shames you. If your morality demands that an underage rape victim die on the street giving birth in the name of fetal life, and then the child must also die on the street because health care is a luxury — what can be said of such a morality? Nothing that would be printable, I think.

We’ll keep The Battle Hymn of the Republic and the National Anthem. I’m sure you’ll be happy to substitute Imagine, I’d Like to Teach the World to Sing, Kum Ba Ya or We Are the World.

Actually, we’ll keep most of art and music. You’ll keep a number of tunes that can be counted on one hand.

We’ll practice trickle down economics and you can continue to give trickle up poverty your best shot.

Practice whatever you wish, but experience has exposed trickle-down economics as utter bunk. The theory of so-called “trickle-up poverty” still awaits proof, however.

Since it often so offends you, we’ll keep our history, our name and our flag.

History isn’t an “asset” — it’s a fact. History is what happened. You can lie about it, and be a liar. But you don’t get to change the past.

As for the name and the flag and so on, here is something for you to ponder: this country won its war of independence against the most powerful European power without a name, without a flag, and without a national anthem. The Colonists did not need any of those things, because they had something much stronger that inspired them. Desperate adherence to symbols, which transform into sacred totems separate and apart from context and meaning, is a sure sign of a decaying, morally adrift society.

Would you agree to this? If so, please pass it along to other like minded liberal and conservative patriots and if you do not agree, just hit delete.

Ahh, time for some passive-aggressive cowardice. You write a bunch of inflammatory drivel, then pray — in the spirit of friendliness, no less — that those liberals who disagree “just hit delete”. Sorry, that’s not how it works, John. You don’t get a delete, you get a response. Freedom of speech isn’t freedom from consequences. With your professed belief in taking responsibility, I’m sure you’ll understand that.

In the spirit of friendly parting, I’ll bet you Answer which one of us will need whose help in 15 years.

Oh? And how much are you willing to bet? One thing, though: I won’t accept Confederate currency.

P. S. Also, please take Ted Turner, Sean Penn, Martin Sheen, Barbara Streisand, & Jane Fonda with you.

Fine. In fact, we’ll take virtually all artists, actors and intellectuals. You’ll be limited to Kirk Cameron, Chuck Norris, Kurt Russell and Ted Nugent. I think we’ll survive the loss.

P. S. S. And you won’t have to press 1 for English when you call OUR country.

I doubt we’ll be calling, but in any event, that will probably be the sum total your country will have to offer. How many calories does one expend pressing a button on a phone, by the way? Whatever the number, thanks for the savings.

Incidentally, when you conservatives travel to other countries, do you speak the local language? Based on my experience living and traveling abroad, you expect everyone to speak yours. Wherever you go, you believe you are owed English-speaking doctors, nurses, government officials, postal workers, police officers, waiters and hotel bell-hops. You expect foreign governments to have English-language websites, and for their phone systems to maintain English-language menus. And you get very, very angry when you are not provided with a fluent English-language environment in which to function. You treat anyone who does not speak fluent English as either an idiot, or worse, an enemy, whose use of a different language is an act of personal affront and disrespect to you. And yet, simultaneously, you are offended by the fact that certain immigrant and tourist groups in the United States have access to services in their own language. You claim that if they come to an English-speaking country for whatever reason, they should speak English! Fine — but then, when you go to any country in Latin America or to Spain, practice what you preach and bloody speak Spanish! Then and only then, will I take your complaint about pressing “1″ for English seriously.

Also, if you persist in your absurd belief that English is being displaced by Spanish in this country, I suggest you apply some of that social Darwinism you love so much and — instead of relying on protectionist legislation — learn Spanish already. Being able to speak another language won’t cause your brain to explode, and it won’t otherwise harm your health. I promise.

I hope this gave you some food for thought, John. That is, if thought is something you are capable of.

Love and kisses,

Amused.

Green is the colour of the good ol’ days, not gold

Received via email from a friend in her 70s:

If you’re over 60, you’re gonna like this one . . .
And if you’re not, perhaps you should read it anyway –

Checking out at the store, the young cashier suggested to the much older woman that she should bring her own grocery bags because plastic bags weren’t good for the environment.

The woman apologized and explained, “We didn’t have this ‘green thing’ back in my earlier days.”

The young clerk responded, “That’s our problem today. Your generation did not care enough to save our environment for future generations.”

She was right — our generation didn’t have the ‘green thing’ in its day.

Back then, we returned milk bottles, soda bottles and beer bottles to the store. The store sent them back to the plant to be washed and sterilized and refilled, so it could use the same bottles over and over.  So they really were recycled.

But we didn’t have the “green thing” back in our day.

Grocery stores bagged our groceries in brown paper bags, that we reused for numerous things, most memorable besides household garbage bags, was the use of brown paper bags as book covers for our schoolbooks. This was to ensure that public property, (the books provided for our use by the school) were not defaced by our scribbling.  Then we were able to personalize our books on the brown paper bag covers.

But too bad we didn’t do the “green thing” back then.

We walked up stairs, because we didn’t have an escalator in every store and office building. We walked to the grocery store and didn’t climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time we had to go two blocks.

But she was right. We didn’t have the “green thing” in our day.

Back then, we washed the baby’s diapers because we didn’t have the throwaway kind. We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy-gobbling machine burning up 220 volts — wind and solar power really did dry our clothes back in our early days.  Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing.

But that young lady is right; we didn’t have the “green thing” back in our day.

Back then, we had one TV, or radio, in the house — not a TV in every room. And the TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief (remember them?), not a screen the size of the state of Montana. In the kitchen, we blended and stirred by hand because we didn’t have electric machines to do everything for us. When we packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, we used wadded up old newspapers to cushion it, not Styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap. Back then, we didn’t fire up an engine and burn gasoline just to cut the lawn. We used a push mower that ran on human power. We exercised by working so we didn’t need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity.

But she’s right; we didn’t have the “green thing” back then.

We drank from a fountain when we were thirsty instead of using a cup or a plastic bottle every time we had a drink of water. We refilled writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, and we replaced the razor blades in a razor instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got dull.

But we didn’t have the “green thing” back then.

Back then, people took the streetcar or a bus and kids rode their bikes to school or walked instead of turning their moms into a 24-hour taxi service in the family’s $45,000 SUV or van, which cost what a whole house did before the “green thing.” We had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances. And we didn’t need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 23,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest burger joint.

But isn’t it sad the current generation laments how wasteful we old folks were just because we didn’t have the “green thing” back then?

Please forward this on to another selfish old person who needs a lesson in conservation from a smartass young person…

We don’t like being old in the first place, so it doesn’t take much to rile us…especially from a tattooed, multiple pierced
smartass who can’t make change without the cash register telling them how much.

YOU HAVE A SWELL DAY NOW!

Thirteen, four, eighty-seven

“Heaven’s Gate!”

“What?”

“Look, honey. It’s them, circling that asteroid!  They made it after all!”

“What on Earth are you talking about?”

“Nothing.  Nothing. On. Earth.”

“Sometimes even YOUR strangeness amazes me.”

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“How can you keep a hermit in suspense?”

“How?”

“Give him sixty dollars and promise you’ll stop by four days later, after church on Sunday, to buy two vehicles from him…but don’t show up.”

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Conceived by them and being near them for 50 years, I amazingly have only a few samples of my parents’ voices.

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If I perform manual, physical activities such as cutting back the vinca vine that constitutes our front lawn, washing/cleaning the 1962 Dodge Lancer and 1992 Chevy S10 4×2 pickup, repairing the door to the crawlspace to eliminate entry points for critters, and cleaning flower beds along the front sidewalk, I reduce the energy readily available for mental calculations.

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Who owns the businesses around me?

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What pebbles and crumbs am I scattering here in preparation for future blog entries?

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Are any parts of a money-based/barter economy evil to atheists?  How do people with a system of faith-based beliefs respond to inequity?  If condemning those who treat us unfairly/dishonestly to eternal damnation/hell is not enough while we’re alive here together on this planet, how do we create a distribution network that’s less unfair/dishonest?

How do those who hold true belief in a no-holds-barred competition for resources compete against and cooperate with those who hold true belief in sharing everything as if we’re one big family/community of quasi-equals?

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I dropped my habit of checking a social media site at the same time its employees admitted that the site uses various methods to censor free speech.

If everyone shares the public square and no one owns it, is free speech protected when the square is surrounded by adverts and CCTV?

What of one’s views and perceptions that are shaped before one enters the public square?

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When is an uprising the twist of a pressure relief valve and when is an uprising the start of large-scale social change?

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Can technological change travel backwards in imaginary time?  What is the new formula for entropy/complexity intersections?

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There is a chilling sensation in the back of my thoughts, as if I’ve remembered and forgotten something I wanted to say to you tonight.

Too many interruptions lately, distracting my thoughts.  I want to be alone but I am a social creature, a people pleaser, who doesn’t like being alone for very long.

Time to relax and fall back into my dreams, let the -ology of choice find me when I least require its presence.

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The carrier of a million-year message can afford to be patient.

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Repetition.  Repetition.

Repetition.

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Can you divorce your clone?

SNAP!

The rat trap clamped its plastic claws shut in the crawlspace of Lee’s home.

Back on Earth, Lee returned to his favourite hideout, away from curious onlookers, far from paparazzi and their pesky drones — his home, his cabin in the woods.

Half-asleep, he looked up at the stars, but it was not the white, sparkling dots that woke him from a late evening nap.

A tiny black shape, outlined by stars, galaxies and planets, grew bigger, as if…

As if a spider was dropping from the ceiling.

It was.

Lee ran through the mental map of his head, the unexplained red bumps and festering sores of the past two days quickly coming into focus.

* * * * *

Guin straightened her posture, reaching for the perfect core dance position.

Her dance instructor, a teacher of teachers, Plantainyifan, made Guin adjust her position by sucking in her stomach a quarter-inch more, turning and tilting her head an eighth of an inch back and to the right.

“There!  Now hold your position for five minutes! When I return, I want to see you have not moved.  If so, then we will start this all over again until you get it right!”

Guin sighed by letting a single cubic centimeter of air puff out of her nose.

* * * * *

Rolenmec completed repairs on the replicator.

Meant to simulate the physical quirks and habits of Earth-based humans, the electromechanical products of the replicator, known in the trade as “Daft Drafts,” acted on behalf of their original counterparts, carrying out tasks and taking adventures that the Earth-based humans desired but did not want to increase biochemical damage from space travel and extended living periods on Mars’ surface.

* * * * *

Lee watched as the spider dropped to a futon armrest.

The spider’s eyes reflected the flame of a coffee-scented candle Lee had lit for smells he could not get on Mars.

An object like a ninth leg stuck out from the spider’s body.

Lee realised the spider was not natural-born.  The ninth “leg” was an antenna.  This was a land-based drone, designed to use web-like strands to move between distant objects, avoiding even the tiniest whirring sound of a flying drone.

Lee ran a systems check of his body, a habit he had dropped two days ago for no explainable reason after returning to his home planet.  Sure enough, he detected foreign objects in his skin and blood, objects which had attached themselves to many internal body parts.

He kept a few strips of artificial skin in case of emergency cuts.  Reaching into his pants pocket, he applied a strip of skin to his forehead and pulled the bedcover over his head, exposing only a small area in the center of the artificial skin.

Thirty seconds later, Lee felt the spider insert its “jaws” into his artificial skin.  Lee closed the bedcover around the spider and flicked it into a beer bottle on the end table beside him, pressing a coaster over the beer bottle opening as he carried it to his closet laboratory.

* * * * *

Guin felt sore but relieved after the six-hour dance training session.

Having cracked her ribs too many times to remember, often in line with the 11 times she’d had a head concussion, dancing either made her rib cage hurt or feel better.

Today, she felt better, thanks in large part to her friend, fellow dance instructor, and personal masseuse, Bai.

Bai had been working with Guin for a few years, showing her the way African dance movement flowed right into the Western dance techniques Guin had learned as a child.

Guin grew up on a farm, playing with cows and breaking in horses, in addition to her boxing matches, offroad races and skydiving shows that kept her upper body in shape and her reflexes heightened for quick, athletic weekend ballet performances.

She married her sweetheart soon after high school, presumably “until death do us part,” but, six years later, Guin found herself in a lawyer’s office, revising a divorce agreement over custody of a dog.

Not just any dog.

Not natural-born, anyway.

Her dog and the dog’s sister were identical clones.

Although she had cloned the dog herself while at a veterinarian’s office — the vet a friend of Guin’s father, both of whom had taken Klingon language classes together and spoke the language fluently, a passion not passed on to Guin — Guin’s soon-to-be ex-husband had grown fond of the dog and wanted to take custody even though the dog had been cloned a year before he and Guin were married.

* * * * *

Lee placed the artificial skin patch under a microscope and zoomed in on the area where the spider had inserted a few foreign objects.

Lee spoke out loud.  “Self replicators?”

He watched as the objects reproduced themselves, splitting apart like single-cell organisms, but instead of identical copies, the next “generation” seemed to be specialized for attachment to specific chemical signatures.

That at least explained why the objects in his body seemed to congregate at certain points and in only a few organs.

* * * * *

Rolenmec scanned the latest batch of Earthian profiles, amazed at how commonplace most of the tasks and adventures that were requested by timid Earth-based humans afraid to take the long trip here.

Why did no one want to conquer the planet or make Mars a jumping off place for points unknown, one’s replicated body nearly indestructible, able to travel light-years with little maintenance required?

One profile caught Rolenmec’s eyes.

To protect Rolenmec from knowing whether a replicated body he met on Mars was one he had replicated himself, the names of the Earth-based humans was not part of their profiles.

Surely, though, Rolenmec would know this “person” when he met it.

It was no person at all.  The profile requested that the body shape be that of a spider, a spider that was to return to Earth with a batch of life science experiments.

The spider’s sole function was to “bite” people, insert a few microorganisms that contained code which caused their reproductive offspring to spread through their host and turn into a large broadcast antenna, sending signals from a source not mentioned in the Earth-based human’s profile.

“Now that’s what I call a real dream!”

Rolenmec activated the profile and started the replicator.

* * * * *

Guin noticed her dog had been acting strange lately.  She compared her dog to the dog’s sister and noted an infection had caused the dog’s joints to swell.

She took the dog to the vet because Guin did not recognize the genetic code of the infection.

The vet, too, was perplexed.

* * * * *

Lee felt a strange sensation.

It was as if he had suddenly received all the memories Guin had lost after a bad wreck in a Mars dune buggy race a few years ago.

Arguments, pain, years of childhood dance lessons, horseback rides on Earth, schoolwork, love, migraine headaches…

His thoughts were overwhelmed by new thoughts not his own.

He walked into his office and sat down as the central nervous system mapping station.

* * * * *

Rolenmec felt dizzy.

He put his left hand to the wall and slid to the floor, stopping himself with his right hand, which looked red and puffy.

He ought to remember what he was just doing but he couldn’t.

The…the replicator?  Was it still on?

A spider flung itself out of the replicator and landed on the wall above Rolenmec, followed by another.

Rolenmec’s head swam.  Were the spiders heading for the lab hallway?  How many were there?

* * * * *

Guin’s dog playfully bit the vet on the wrist, jumped up and down, its tail wagging, and bit Guin’s little finger.

The vet shrugged her shoulders as if to say the dog was just overexcited.  “I’ve taken a blood sample and will let the ISSA Net analyse it overnight.  You should have the results before you wake up tomorrow.”

Guin and the vet absentmindedly wiped drops of blood from their new wounds.

Guin took the dog for a walk and then returned to her flat in the main Mars compound.

* * * * *

Lee sent a mental image directly to Guin’s thoughts across the ISSA Net emergency message channel, reserved for important interplanetary communications.

“What was the last memory you remember before the wreck?  What is the first memory you remember making after the wreck?  Must know immediately but I think I can give you the answer already.  Don’t open your regular message inbox until after you’ve responded to this one.  See if I’m right.”

Lee returned to the futon and fell into a deep dream state.  He wouldn’t wake up for the next four days.

* * * * *

As soon as Guin saw Lee’s message in her thoughts, she recorded a response and sent it back.  She waited a few hours for Lee to answer but received nothing, not even the normal acknowledgement.

Feeling tired, Guin lay down with her two dogs and took a nap.  She wouldn’t wake up for the next 3.893 Martian sols.

* * * * *

Acting like an automaton, Rolenmec stood up, walked down the hallway and opened a door into the life science lab.  Several spiders followed him.

A few did not.

Instead, they headed toward the sleeping habitation rooms that specifically contained personal pets.

* * * * *

Lee woke up, having forgotten all the items on his daily to-do list.

Guin’s memories flowed through him as if they were his now.  He could not tell the difference nor was self-aware enough to know that he couldn’t tell the difference.

* * * * *

Guin woke up, her first thought that she needed to take her dog with her to work.

* * * * *

The veterinarian tried to reach Guin for four sols.  Meanwhile, she noted that the microorganisms the ISSA Net had isolated from the dog’s blood were remarkably able to modify their genetic code much faster than could be explained by natural evolution.

The vet sent a request on the vet hotline for crowdthink.

While waiting for a reply, the vet went from cage to cage biting the pets in her animal hospital, unaware she was doing so.

Ashleigh Brilliant guest posts again for the very next time?

 Dear Friends,

Here is a second batch of thoughts and ideas, all (I hope) original. Again, I invite you to choose NO MORE THAN FIVE which, for whatever reason you think best. (But I am interested in your reasons, and in any other comments you may care to make.) Please let me have your “votes” no later than Saturday, June 2, and I will, in due course, let you know the results.
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56. The best mysteries are those with answers at the back of the book. 57. You can choose your road to hell,But the way to heaven is less clearly marked. 58. Reality can sometimes actually improve when you’re not looking. 59. To a certain extent, you can make it hard for pain to find you. 60. Life is more worthwhile when the gladnesses outnumber the regrets. 61. Assignment: You are being honored with a special award just for being who you are.Write your acceptance speech. 62. I saw a sign saying “FREE MULCH.” I didn’t know Mulch had been imprisoned. 63. It takes many feet to make a path – or one machine 64. It can be comfortable to keep doing what’s easy,But doing what’s hard can be more satisfying. 65. What happens after the aftermath? 66. Gross Idea: a cake that looks like a toilet, with chocolate poop. 67. Yesterday I didn’t do enough,So I’m making up for it todayBy doing too much. 68. How much longer do I have to be old? 69. No sinner is beyond redemption –But in your case, they might make an exception. 70. Tomorrow is a good idea – but that’s all it will ever be. 71. This could be the day I do something truly meaningful –But why spoil my perfect record? 72. It may not really be overIf only one side says so,But it’s definitely a different game. 73. Old age is a healing process in reverse. 74. Even people with plenty of moneystill like to get their money’s worth. 75. We treat most other people the way we want them to treat us –By ignoring them. 76. Beware of that dog’s mother –She’s a real bitch. 77. If certain things should not concern me,I’m concerned to know what they are. 78. A kiss can never be taken back. 79. Question:“Spring forward, Fall back,” works well in English – but it doesn’t translate well. What equivalents do they have in other languages to help people with the time-changes? 80. I am in pursuit of happiness –Can you tell me which way it went? 81. If there’s a fabric called “twill,” shouldn’t there be another called “twon’t”? 82. You forgive so nicely, it’s almost worth taking the blame for things I didn’t do. 83. If you can have an arranged marriage, why not an arranged death? 84. The trouble with an honor system is that it works only with people who have honor. 85. Not knowing who you are is considered a basic sign of insanity. So all babies are insane. 86. Some people feel safer outside society than when they are in it. 87. Has, or can, evolution ever be reversed? 88. Nobody wants a fly in the ointment – least of all, the fly. 89. Someday somebody will make a fortune by inventing some kind of improved air which can be packaged and sold. You can breath it all the time, just like regular air, with no special apparatus, and be stronger, happier, and healthier. 90. Traveling back and forth in time would immediately raise your insurance rates. 91. Some people have become so used to the life they’re living that they think it’s normal. 92. Forever goes on and on, but Never doesn’t even have a beginning. 93. My nomination for the ugliest word: POLYGLOT. 94. I’m a martyr to my own cooking. 95. There’s a new plan for getting out of the world alive –It’s called self-deception. 96. Does life want me to enjoy it, or does life have some other purpose for me? 97. At some point in the healing process,Your crutch becomes an impediment –It carried you — but now you don’t have to carry it. 98. The beauty of being unemployed is that nobody can tell you when to take a rest  99. You can generally do more good by staying on the handleThan by flying off it. 100. It wouldn’t be normal to get excited about just feeling normal. 101. I believe reality really exists –But this may be only wishful thinking. 102. Good name for a restaurant: REPLENISH.  103. Would looking “straight ahead” have meant the same to Euclid as it did to Einstein? 104. I’m adrift here in the Sea of Reality, wearing my “Life” jacket. 105. We meet each other on the strangest planets. 106. Some things I can discuss only with you –But even with you, I’m embarrassed to discuss them. 107. My ideals will never change – but at some point I may have to abandon some of them. 108. We hear a lot about birth control (i.e. preventing birth),but our whole society is actually based on death control (i.e. preventing death). 109. They thought “in loco parentis” meant that his father and mother had gone crazy. 110. If only wisdom could have a dollar value!
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All the best,
Ashleigh Brilliant

P.S. In an understandably delayed response to my last batch, I received yesterday the following remarkable letter from an email friend, who has been kind enough to allow me to share it with you:

Love them!!  I am the librarian at one of the 2 schools wiped out by the tornado in Moore, Oklahoma, Plaza Towers Elementary. I was there with my kids. Many of your Pot Shots apply – the humorous and the ironic! I am sure you could think of many more had you lived through it. Looking at the empty space where my over 16,000 books had been, I called out to one of my 5th graders telling her that her overdue book is forgiven!Keep us laughing!

Pi Johnston (bkwyrm101@yahoo.com)

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