Oh Crap!

The rain began as it normally does, slowly, lightly, pitter-pattering against the rear windows around midnight.  The rain slowly picked up the pace, until a steady heavy rain turned the light pitter-patter in a heavy syncopated staccato.  Then it got heavy, and it seemed like someone was pouring the Atlantic ocean through a sieve over the area.  That was all before I went to sleep.

It was something of a surprise when I woke up 7 hours later, a good long sleep for me, to find the rain had not really let up.  My wife who was up for most of that time, told me as much.   The puddle that I am used to seeing in front of my apartment had in some not so small way become a tributary of the  Hudson river.  I looked out at this and thought to myself “I think I should wear the mudders today, and maybe hip-waders. I’m running today, I don’t care if I see Noah and his ark float by, I’m running.”

I am a rain runner, I love running in the rain.  It’s fun, it’s splashing around in puddles for grown-ups.  Good way to let that spoiled rotten little inner runt of mine out for a few minutes.  A good workout too, you carry a fair amount of water with you, a good rain can mean carrying 8 pounds of water, much of it in yer shoes and socks, the weight makes for a much greater workload for your legs, great training tool.  It gets rid of all the fair weather runners and other pedestrians who tend to not watch where they’re going.

I went out today knowing that I would be soaked for much of the scheduled hour and a half run.  It made me smile.

The run began the way all runs begin, with a first step, heading north. The rain had lightened up a bit by 11 am, and it was relatively light for the first time since the rain began.  It was still rain though, and before I hit the 4 minute mark I was waterlogged, at least the upper half.  My sneakers remained dry enough.  Water only gets through when I am careless running through the puddles, streams, lakes, rivers and other bodies of water that spring up on the paths I run on from time to time.

The run was relatively uneventful for the first 9:30.  I know that because I looked at my watch at that point, and then a lake appeared where none was the day prior, directly in front of the skating rink.  Being a fast thinker as well as runner, I said “Oh Crap!” and ran around the edge of the damned thing, and saluted the American flag that was still waving at the edge of lake “Oh Crap!”, and kept moving.

Then I ran into a real issue.  Mud, sticks, logs, and other detritus from the hills above.  The paths were strewn with all types of debris, making the run an agility test.  No football player going through his motions does more dodging than I did this day, dancing around tree limbs, rocks and mud at speed.

I passed through small rivulets of water, which are never a problem, that I can do all day, no worries.  I passed through not so small rivers of mud, which is more of a problem, as they are both slippery and unpredictable.  Can never tell what’s going to be underneath them, and a really deep one can actually take a shoe off.  That would stop me for at least 5 seconds, and annoy the re-fried beans out of me (didn’t even know I had re-fried beans in me till that thought hit me.)  Then there was the rocks and tree branches.  That crap can be a real hassle.  I have sprained ankles running through that kind of stuff before.  Twice.  That would ruin the run and the day.  After doing this for about 10 minutes, I decided to so something I almost never do.

Alter course.

After the one lap in the park, I decide to go elsewhere.

I don’t know where, but I’m going to get my zarking hour and a half run in.  With the 1.9 miles in the park, and the 2.5 + miles out side of it, It’s looking like I’ll have barely 30 minutes under my belt when I finish this.

Time for a random hill run.  Something I do from time to time is set out in a direction, and just see where the road takes me.  Sounds like a good backup plan.  I turn and run out of the park, up the steep hill on Victory Boulevard, down a few side streets and back to home sweet apartment.  I never even took time to notice the actual weather conditions I was running in. I looked up.

“Oh Crap! The rain stopped!  Who knew that would happen?”is what I thought to myself.

I never broke stride, but made my way back south, then west, but the pull for me is always running north.  So I do.  I am about the only person out on the sidewalks. I like that.

There are people driving, and I am getting some strange looks from people.  I expect that.  I am one of the few people who likes this stuff.  Humans were meant to be out in the elements.  To me it’s only water, no need for an umbrella, no need for special protection unless the clothes I’m wearing needs it, and most of what I wear doesn’t need it.  So I make no special attempt to protect myself from that which I need no protection from.

I make my way down the nearly mile long hill along Manor road.  There are several traffic lights along the way, but, through dumb luck, I have this thing timed perfectly, and don’t have to stop at all.   I dance in a few of the puddles, just to get my feet wet.  SPLOOSH SPLOOSH!  I have, through dumb luck (my luck never does have much in the way of brains) managed to avoid getting my feet wet.  A testament to my agility, or the luck of the dumb, or whatever.  🙂

I make the right onto Forest, and begin that uphill.  Squish, squish.  I am having fun now, and the rain began to fall again.  I picked up the pace a bit, and as I crossed the street I began to run into pedestrians.  A mother and 4 or 5 kids, and someone standing on a bus stop.  Between mom and the kids there was no room on the sidewalk, so I deal with it the way any runner would, run around the obstacle.  The cars coming in the other direction didn’t like it, but we had enough time and space to avoid each other, and happily did so.

I told him to shove the horn up his ass and one or 2 other things, and I believe he said something to me in return.  After happily chirping Fuck off at each other, and teaching those kids some happy new words, I made my way through a river running down the hill on that part of Forest avenue.   Sploosh, squish, sploosh, sploosh.

After an uneventful several minutes on a few downhill side-streets, I ran past a blind turn and across a street with a big green metal NYC garbage can laying on its side sitting right in the middle of an intersection.  A few seconds before I saw it, I heard something, including a thunk and someone yelling some thing or other, then passed a guy with an old cd player, singing badly to himself.  I pushed past him and called him fat and slow, because he wouldn’t give me room on the sidewalk to get by, then saw the can.  He didn’t say anything back to me that I could tell.

I put 2+2 together, figured he just tossed that can into the street (guess some people just don’t like garbage cans.)  So I stopped and picked the thing up and put it back where it belonged, then began again.

The rest of the run was more or less uneventful.  The rain got heaviest when I was nearing the end of the run, and by the time I had finished my run, 1:33:33 after starting, the rain was again falling at a pace more reminiscent of a faucet turned on full blast.

I looked up and smiled.  Good run.

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That’s it from here, America.  G’night.

Three Hours Of Nothing

Looked for work today, for about three hours.  Found nothing.  Must be looking for work in all the wrong places, looking for work in too many faces.  Or to get away from Waylon Jennings with quickness, but stay on the same path, I’m just doing something wrong, and frankly I do not know what.

Can’t spend money traveling around looking for work like I want to, resources are tight enough where any spending is too much spending.  Plus, how many buildings in Manhattan can you just walk into without having a specific place and person to visit?  Gotta show ID and have a name at the door, and if you don’t have that, you don’t get past security.

So search for work from home. OK.  Can do.  Every day I do.  Must.  There are no off days for this unemployed person.  None.  Frankly I think I work harder at this than some people do at their jobs.  Met people who I could say that about, and more than just a few.  I’d say they know who they are, but they probably don’t…. But I digress…

I searched through several sites today.  Searched through a list of tests for government jobs, none of which I am qualified for.  A few jobs On Indeed.com were similar, had one thing that I could not do.

Drive.

Dammit I should learn to drive.  43 years behind my ass and still I don’t.  But part of me hates the thought, it is one of the few things that I am honestly afraid to do.  I think I could skydive, I want to run with the bulls in Pamplona, that’s one of my bucket list things to do before I die.  But drive?  You people are insane when you’re in those… damn things, and the word insane, coming from me, means something.

After one particular disappointment, I walked away.  3 hours in, thought I had finally had one.  And the job, of environmental police (didn’t know the job even existed) had a requirement of a valid driver’s license.  Ya know.  Fuck YOU.  Seriously, Fuck You.  I needed to just walk away.

I have muscles, I have brains, I can use them, in tandem no less.  No one apparently is interested in that without a fucking driver’s fucking license.  Fucking assholes.

Noodled on the guitar aimlessly for a few little while.  Watched some documentary on the Revolutionary war for a little while.  Watched a few minutes of Restrepo.  Could not concentrate.  After as much disappointment and horsecrap, and being told NO job for you, you don’t drive one time too many, I just needed to walk away.

But I can’t stay away for too long.

I’m going to get back to it after this.  Can’t let stupid crap like this get me down.  Life is a 24 hour a day job, can’t let stupid bullshit get to me.

Can’t.

Won’t.

Back to it, now.

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That’s it from here, America.  G’night.

May 2011 Random Thoughts

Once a month or so, I clear out some of the content on my Running Commentary, Random Thoughts, and 12 Notes pages and place them here on the main page to make room for fresh content on those pages.  This is the content from May 2011′s Random Thoughts.  Enjoy!

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Donald Trump has decided in his mind (as opposed to…say.. deciding with his ass) to run for President.  God bless America!  That is great.  He and the President are proof positive that anyone can run this great and proud country.  President Obama, a socially liberal democrat from Hawaii (a suburb of Kenya according to the birthers) who came to the Presidency via a vast wave of populism, and Donald Trump, a formerly socially moderate billionaire who has become the darling of the socially conservative.  Trump has really hurt himself recently with his birther nuttiness. Good luck hairball, you’ll need it. (5/1)

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Osama Bin Laden is Dead.  Good riddance.  His death is something that we have been clamoring for, looking for, and waiting on for years and years.  It is late in coming, but better late than never.  I railed against Bush for his inability to get him, and was equally unhappy with Obama for not getting him, right until the moment he, and we, got him.  That murderous bastard is dead, and I’m damn happy about it.  (5/2)

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I’ve been listening to talk about Osama Bin Laden, about his focus on terrorism.  His view was seemingly based on the economic damage the attacks Al-Qaeda were able to bring to bear.  He said something in an interview with Al-Jazeera a month after the 9/11 attacks, and his focus was on how much damage had been done to the stock market, about how many billions of dollars were lost in the aftermath of the attacks, and about the long term damage it would do to the economy.  He also, not surprisingly, focused on the psychological damage done to the people.

He’s dead and I am happy about it. (5/3)

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Amazing what drives some markets.  Been watching the oil prices with some interest, and find it amazing that people are panicked about it dropping… ALL THE WAY TO $100!!!  It was at $87 to begin the year, and THAT price was over-inflated, and yet a price $13 above that somehow is a bad thing.

Commodities have been overpriced for a while.  Example, there’s been talk of gold going over $2000 an ounce before the end of the year, and it sits well over $1500 an ounce now.  Wasn’t it around $1100 an ounce only a year ago or something? and in triple digits not too long before that?

They have been trying to call the current commodities prices a “new normal.”  A better name for it is  “Raging bullshit.” (5/5)

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Anagram:  Cinco De Mayo/ Acid Economy/ Coy Comedian/ Yo!  Manic Co-ed!/ A Coin Comedy/ Do My Cocaine/ I Am Con Decoy/ Die On My Coca  (5/5)

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I haven’t written here for 6 days, and not on the main page since last Friday.  I’ve been recharging my batteries.  For a while it felt like I was forcing things while I was writing, and I was really not writing very well, not up to snuff for me.  Sometimes I was in a fog, sometimes in a rush, and either one is a sure recipe for disaster as far as writing is concerned.

A few days off won’t kill me, and I’ll come back feeling better about my writing, it’ll help my writing, and that is really what I want, to be a more effective writer.  I won’t be gone much longer.  I’m feeling the itch to bark at people again.  (5/11)

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Anagram:  NHL Conference Finals/ Finch fallen onscreen/ Clefs For Channel Nine  (5/14)

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Man, today’s run beat the hell out of me.  Nearly 15 miles, almost 2 hours out on the paths.  Hamstrings feel like rubber bands, Quads are sore, Calves are hyper-sensitive.  Nice.  Gotta do this again, next week. (5/15)

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At this point in my day, I want to beat people with a crowbar.  My dad is in the hospital, was all day, and I could not get to see him, and didn’t know what was going on.  That irked the crap out of me, I was worried about the man.  Then on the way out the door from work, after I had punched out, that lil tyrant of an assistant manager decided it was time for a meeting, and pulled me away from going to visit my father to tell me she’d be really upset with everyone if this one job (which was nearly done) didn’t get done. I said OK, and went to leave.  She stopped me, again… there is more to this story, but it ended badly, and now I dunno if I’m gonna have a job come Tuesday or not. (5/16)

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I still have a job, they say I’m being re-assigned.  Gave me the day off with pay. That, to me, doesn’t sound good.  The ax falls tomorrow, perhaps? Dammit, I was just trying to go see my father at the hospital (he’s better now, btw, thank the lord.)  Why this stuff happens to me I have no friggin idea, but it does, and it isn’t easy to handle.  Dammit.(5/17)

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Great hockey news for real fans of the sport!  It is unofficial at this point, but word is that the Atlanta Thrashers are moving… TO WINNIPEG!!  That’s right folks!  Another Canadian team!  Now there has been some error filled reporting about it, such as the report that had Gary Bettman flying to Manitoba to finalize the deal while game 3 of the Eastern conference finals was going on… while he was at the game.  Silliness, but I think that is great news!

The American south loses a team they have only minimal interest in, and Canada, which LOVES this sport, gets another team.  (5/19)

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Harold Camping’s predictions for the end of the world, have, not surprisingly, not come true.  Guess I can go play the lottery now.  :)   (5/21)

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Odd way to leave a job.  Got into an argument with an assistant manager on Monday, got written up for it.  Then I was told I’d be re-assigned on Tuesday morning.  Then they gave me the rest of that day, and Wednesday off, with pay, and told me to come in Thursday.  Then on Thursday they tell me that they would re-assign me but there are no assignments open, so… since I’m only a temp, then I would simply be let go.

So when I go to tell the people over at unemployment what happened, I can tell them, because this is how it was put to me, that I am out of work because of lack of work on their part.  Despite the fact that on it’s face, that seems a falsehood.

And I am in the process of fighting this termination with them as well.  I have asked for, and have yet to receive, the form with which to put in an official complaint about the person who got me fired. The charges were trumped up, and the situation seems a cover-up of the facts on their part, and I want…if nothing else, my word on the record with these people, and best case scenario, I get my job back, and someone else loses theirs. (5/22)

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It sucks being out of work… again.  I’m thinking about taking the art handler training course at the Bronx council on the arts.  Only stumbling block is the commute, and it isn’t much of one, to be honest.   A 2+ hour commute, and a rare 2 fare commute each way.  Nothing major, but that is expensive, $45 + a week commuting, with no money coming in.  But the Bronx… that is… the boonies, all the way out there, almost upstate New York. We’ll see.   (5/24)

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Downloaded the latest windows update (about a month or two since i’ve done it.)  Seems that the version of IE9 that the system tried to give me comes up as malware.  A false positive, no doubt.  Saw that, and started up my anti-malware and anti-virus software to see what it reads, so far nothing.  Damned malware detected screen won’t go away though.  Pissing me off.  Might do a hard shutdown just to see what happens.  (5/25)

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Bummed about my right hamstring.  Damn thing seized up on me 4 minutes into today’s run.  Dunno if I’m gonna be able to run worth a damn at the race on Monday.  Gonna try to run, might be more of a controlled speed gimp, though.  lulz.  (5/26)

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I went out and got my race number today for the memorial day race.  650.  Walked the three miles to the place to get the number and back.  And ya know what else I got?  Sunburn!  Nice.  2 hours worth of walking in 80 degrees sunshine after not really enough sun to make a real difference since… well … early last September made that happening seem reeeeeeeeeeal easy.  I don’t mind.  Tested out the hamstring during the walk.  It’s still an issue, but I feel better about it now.  That makes a difference.  (5/27)

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Had fun at the family barbecue yesterday.  I played my role for the kids, that of human pinata.  They beat me, I just hung there and took it.  Tires them out, and doesn’t hurt me, so no big deal.  When it does hurt I’ll say something.  Enjoyed cooking for everyone.  Well, enjoyed setting the meat on fire at any rate, close enough to cooking for me.  Cooking’s super easy when there is no food prep necessary.  Fire + meat  = Joy, or some such equation.   Family was great, had a blast! (5/29)

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Anagram:  Memorial Day/  A Dreamy Limo/  I Am My Ordeal/ Ye Mild Aroma/ Roam My Ideal/ I’d Relay Ammo/ Moral May Die/ Aid My Morale/  Lo!  Media Army/ My Lame Radio/ Adore My Mail  (5/30)

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After sending in several resumes this morning, I decided that it was time to try to find some career testing.  Checking out what other people think my best option for a career is.  Silly sounding concept, but I bit on it.  After being told that I am best suited to be a writer, editor, publisher, Paralegal, religious instructor, translator, engineer, accountant, management consultant, economist, intellectual property attorney, judge, and  inventor, I just gave up.  Forer effect, in full effect!  (5/31)

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That’s it for the moment.  More later!

Dumbass

Today is  dumbass day!  I did not realize this early on, but then again, being a dumbass, it was clearly deemed information that should only be given on a “need to know” basis, and apparently I did not “need to know.”

Dumbass day is meant to celebrate all that is wrong with the world, like I said, but that doesn’t mean that Dumbass day is confined to just one day.  This day is so dumb that it can be celebrated any day of the week, any time, ever!  Because dumbass  never takes a day off, it doesn’t know when to quit, or how to quit, and doesn’t care what you think about it, because it is Dumbass.  Dumbass runs the world, dumbass is in control and it likes it.

Watch a viddy with Dumbasses:

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Dumbass day is meant to celebrate stupidity and all that is wrong with the world.  Which means the day is for a lot of people, but not necessarily everyone, so I’ve compiled a list of people dumbass day is for:

If you think people who complain that the wealthy pay too much taxes are idiots, this day is for you.

If you work in advertising and you like it, this day is for you.  If you like TV shows like “Southern Fried Stings”  or “Operation Repo”  then this day is for you.

If you think that a 6 pack and a bag of Cheetos is a 7 course meal, then Dumbass day is your day.

If you watch TV to figure out how you feel about the political world, this day is for you.

If the last sentence made you wonder what the  “political world” is, then this day is for you.

If you work twice as hard at what you do to make up for not knowing what you are doing, then this day is for you.

If you are a fan of Rebecca Black, then Dumbass day is your day.

If you think getting rid of Social Security is a good Idea, and you are poor, this day is for you.

If you thought the New York Rangers had a shot in hell of winning their series against the Capitals, this day is for you.

If you don’t know what that last sentence is about, then Dumbass day is your day.

If you believe sharia law has taken effect anywhere in the United States, the President was born in Kenya, or that tax cuts create jobs, this is your day!

If the most fun you have all day is playing Farmville, then happy Dumbass day to you!

If you love working in an office, HAPPY DUMBASS DAY!

If you think sports talk radio is even vaguely interesting, this is your day.

If you love where you live so much, you would never even think of living anywhere else, this day is for you!

If you have a favorite commercial, happy dumbass day to YOU!

If the best movie you ever saw has Pete Billingsley in it, Dumbass day is your day!

If you read this whole friggin Dumbass list and did not even smile once… You have shown some style and taste, and clearly means that this was tailor made for you, you DUMBASS!

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Don’t forget to celebrate dumbass day by doing something in public that will brand you forever to your fellow dumbasses as THE BIGGEST DUMBASS EVER!

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Teachers Make Too Much Money?

Teachers make too much money! is the title of a wonderful note I found floating on teh intarwebs(thanks for posting it Ed) about teachers salaries and how much they deserve for the job they do.  It is very àpropos with the complaints from the right-wing main stream media machine about how these teachers and others in Wisconsin are somehow stealing money from the public because they are in a union.  The text of the note follows:

Are you sick of high paid teachers? Teachers’ hefty salaries are driving up taxes, and they only work 9 or 10 months a year! It’s time we put things in perspective and pay them for what they do – baby sit! We can get that for less than minimum wage.

That’s right. Let’s give them $3.00 an hour and only the hours they worked; not any of that silly planning time, or any time they spend before or after school. That would be $19.50 a day (7:45 to 3:00 PM with 45 min. off for lunch and plan — that equals 6 1/2 hours).

Each parent should pay $19.50 a day for these teachers to baby-sit their children.

Now how many do they teach in day…maybe 30? So that’s $19.50 x 30 = $585.00 a day. However, remember they only work 180 days a year!!! I am not going to pay them for any vacations.

LET’S SEE…. That’s $585 X 180= $105,300 per year.

(Hold on! My calculator needs new batteries).

What about those special education teachers and the ones with Master’s degrees? Well, we could pay them minimum wage ($7.75), and just to be fair, round it off to $8.00 an hour. That would be $8 X 6 1/2 hours X 30 children

X 180 days = $280,800 per year.

Wait a minute — there’s something wrong here!

There sure is!

The average teacher’s salary (nation wide) is $50,000. $50,000/180 days = $277.77/per day/30 students=$9.25/6.5 hours = $1.42 per hour per student–a very inexpensive baby-sitter and they even EDUCATE your kids!)

WHAT A DEAL!!!!

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You are damn right you’re getting a deal.  These teachers bust their asses to make sure YOUR kids get the education they need. If your kids are successful, whether it is in school or in a career, thank those teachers, those union teachers, who busted their asses to make sure YOUR kid got the tools and the training they needed to succeed.

You could make a similar argument for most of the other union workers affected by the events in Wisconsin. 

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In a slightly different vein…

“We The People”, union and non-union alike, don’t get paid enough to live in a society that is as expensive as this one is. I’ve gone over in an earlier post the high cost of living in the United States. I won’t hit you with all the numbers in this argument.  Suffice it to say that, between mortgage payments, homeowner/ car/ life/ medical/dental insurance, food, gas for the car, heat/ hot water/ taxes/ other incidental expenses, all of which are necessary to the smooth functioning of life in this society right now, most of the money we make disappears.  Any cut in salary would inhibit the people who make our society as strong as it is. 

With that said, the unions, teachers unions and all the others, have said they WILL accept pay cuts.

The unions, all the unions involved, have made one simple point, and the point is this.

UNIONS WILL ACCEPT PAY CUTS, WILL TAKE WHATEVER INCREASES IN PAYMENTS OR DECREASES IN SALARY OR BENEFITS THAT ARE NECESSARY TO MAKE SURE THE STATE STAYS AFLOAT FINANCIALLY, BUT WILL NOT ACCEPT HAVING THE RIGHT TO BARGAIN TAKEN AWAY.

I think that pretty much sums up the point the fine people of Wisconsin are trying to make to Governor asshat and his selfish, uncaring, deficit creating republican minions

The unions aren’t trying to make more than you, this isn’t a competition.  They aren’t trying to do anything unfair to the state of Wisconsin or taxpayers, and it’s cute if you think otherwise.  They are not trying to steal from the poor and give to themselves (Republican lawmakers have that market covered)

They are trying to make sure that all that is good in this society stays that way, and get paid a fair wage, negotiated in a fair way .

And one more thing.  Who are these tea party people who are calling teachers lazy? What is that? Who are you to call anyone lazy? These teachers are instructing YOUR kids.  YOU AREN’T, and until YOU do, you have no right to call ANYONE who does that job anything… except maybe sir or ma’am. They make our future brighter for the work they do, and any harm to them is harm to our society, direct harm, and in any context harm of that nature should be considered a criminal offense.

Standing against the job these fine people do is wrong no matter how you slice it. 

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That’s it from here, America.  Have a good one.

Unimportant

I had a thought.  It was a small thought.   I let it grow, gave it room to breathe.  I let it go where it needed to go, do what it needed to do.  I hoped that it would lead me somewhere special, show me something I had never seen, or give me a new view on an old idea. 

It didn’t let me down.

But this isn’t that thought, this is a small side thought to the one I had.

The side thought was a question. What is freedom? 

Is it unfettered ability to do as you like?  I thought about what a world where that rule existed would look like.  It would be hell, an unmitigated disaster.  Why? Evil exists in the hearts of adults all over.  Not everyone is the mature adult they think they are.  People hurt people for a myriad of reasons.  Unfettered freedom in the truest sense of the word is freedom for everyone to do as they like, there is no concept of repercussion for actions against the freedom or lives of others.  That is not real freedom, not what most people call freedom.  Freedom of that type is not freedom, but license, or even better said, social Darwinism. 

That freedom is the freedom to live in fear, the freedom for the strong to crush the weak, the freedom to have to fight just to survive.  If you live in that world, you don’t live in the real world, and your dreams are evil, and you are what your dreams make of you.

But freedom surely cannot be fettered can it?  Freedom cannot live in chains, can it?

Well… Not in the purest sense, not when speaking about the above mentioned version of freedom, but we now know that that isn’t real freedom. 

Freedom can live in chains though, for the mind can be free even if the body is chained.  No chains can hold a truly free mind.  You can take away a persons right to free speech, freedom of religion but you cannot touch the mind.  No one can make anyone think what they want, thought and belief are inherently free. 

So, again, what is freedom?  It seems that since it isn’t unfettered freedom of action, since that can cause great harm in the hands of self-absorbed, or careless, or sick or stupid people, and it clearly isn’t the polar opposite of that, freedom isn’t Orwellian like that, freedom is NOT slavery, it must live somewhere between these two.

What lies between these two? A place where some things, like the right to unnecessary harm, real and perceived, strong-arm tactics and the like are given up in the name of peace and security of all individuals.  It is a place called responsibility.  Freedom is, at it’s heart, the concept of responsibility projected from the individual level onto the societal level.  It is treating with the world in a manner which you would like to be treated.

Seems that freedom is a very Christ-like, if not a Christian concept.

 There is more, but I’ll leave the rest for a later date.  I think I’ll toss the main thought I had out tomorrow, If I remember it.  🙂

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I don’t know why I get the urge to write stuff like this.  Sometimes I think it sounds stupid and pedestrian, barely good enough for a 9-year-old reader, but I feel the need to write it, nonetheless.  From where I sit, it seems that most people don’t even have a basic idea of what they think of even the most basic principles on which they base their principles and even existences.

So I provide mine, as a blueprint, the most basic of outlines, upon which the world can build thoughts on.  I’m silly like that.

World News Daily Gets It Wrong Yet Again, The Morons

We are drowning in information, while starving for wisdom. The world henceforth will be run by synthesizers, people able to put together the right information at the right time, think critically about it, and make important choices wisely.

E.O. Wilson, On Human Nature

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Viddy of the day:  A native American news piece from the Tribal nations conference. 

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Let’s have some fun with one bit of the Right wing media machine, trying it’s best to spin a non issue into a major problem, making a mountain out of a mole hill.   I rooted around for some news to read today while taking a break from looking for work and found a doozy.  The headline caught my eye immediately, and seeing the news source made me giggle with anticipation.  The headline was this:

OBAMA TO GIVE MANHATTAN BACK TO NATIVE AMERICANS?

I roared with laughter at this alleged story from WND.  These people are idiots.  The story goes like this:  A claim that the United States, by backing a non binding resolution on indigenous peoples, will somehow mean that the president will now give large swaths of land owned by the biggest names in business back to native Americans.  Patently ridiculous. 

In the article, the kids at Warped Newts daily make a few claims that are at once disingenuous and silly.  They claim that the non binding resolution would compel the U.S. to ensure that state owned media reflect  indigenous cultural diversity.  What it actually says is that indigenous peoples should have the right to have their own broadcasts in their languages.

 They claim that the non binding resolution “shall give legal recognition and protection to these lands, territories and resources” which were once owned by indigenous people.  The language they missed, the important stuff is “resources that they possess by reason of traditional ownership or other traditional occupation or use, as well as those which they have otherwise acquired.”  Not lands that are now occupied by others.  Lands they currently possess.

It’s like they can’t friggin read or something.  Or worse, they, like drug addicts, choose to bend reality to suit their own warped wishes.

But the best bit the fact that the kids at Weak Neurotics Daily (They are idiots, and I like calling them names.  So what?) is that they claim that the President will enact all the above.  Did they not get the memo that this is a NON BINDING RESOLUTION?  Sure he’s friendly with them, they are good people who have had many wrongs done to them, that doesn’t mean he’s going to hand them the keys to the kingdom, for criminy sakes.

Do these people forget we have laws, a constitution?  They must have to come up with this weak tripe. 

To read the actual non-binding agreement that started the paranoid ranting from the kids at Weird News Daily, click here. 

One of these days, reality will show up at WND.  I’m not going to hold my breath waiting for it to happen with those morons, though.

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 A fresh 12 notes tomorrow, methinks.  Go to sleep, tomorrow’s a big day, America.