social justice

Going By Formula

You know most big businesses has the view of common people mirroring the way us normal people look at roaches. One of the things they hate is how everything can go cold so quickly without knowing why things do so. Well, from my little rocking chair I will impart you the knowledge that we have learned only for thousands of years, so if you are looking at all the small factors trying to find it let me drop the 4-1-1 on you.

Something special about people is that when you lie to them, they don’t like you. I know! It is amazing to know that people will trust you as far as can be thrown, and it will never kill your business, but it will definitely shave some time off windows to make your money. A couple mistakes and another business goes out, could be yours, and another takes its place, could be mine. That would only be some of you dyed in the wool business types worst nightmares.

It is a bit of a theme as of late. I like watching massive botches because it gives me hope that I can do better when I have to do it for my own business or my own plans. Formulas help with a lot of things, I used to cook so I know a few of them, but after a certain point, you have to swing for the fences and see what happens. We can all see the differences that is one of my greatest abilities. Now, I could just rip them apart on this, and I will when it is really bad, but what about the regular moments of idiocy? Well, let’s just say I will be a devil’s advocate of sorts. So, if you like the sort of thing well, you should stay in store to this blog.

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Idiots, Drugs, and Mech Metaphors

Ok, most people who are reading this for some happy fuzzy thing may want to leave now.

It is your funeral otherwise.

So living another day I would like to tell you something. I am not a person. I am not a human. I am a bunch of little tiny chibi drawn characters piloting me like Power Rangers Mech. It sounds odd, but really that is how I can go from breaking punching bags in gyms, while talking about women’s fashion for the middle class in the millennium and simultaneously think about where my card game is going to be printed up. Being that split on the action, conversation, and thought happen more times than it really should but life ain’t easy and you all know that.

Staying in the struggling mech metaphor there is the nice one and that is the one that most people usually project, nothing new there. Except when I look at enough stupidity in a short period of time that little nice goody two shoe portion of my personality has to turn the wheel over. They turn the wheel over to the little character that well, would really be best described as a jaded prick.

Looking at events not only around the world but locally has made me realize that the portion of people who know or who can educate themselves to at least grasp what is going on partially is inverted to the people that can make most of the decisions. I am not even talking the hard ones, I am in fact referencing the ones where we all stand around a turd and go…

“Yup, that’s shit.”

The first person who looks at a situation and tries to spin it in such way they sound like they have just gotten off a bender with Charlie Sheen with no evidence to their argument or even so much as a thought I think should, well, they should go back to their drugs. It is clear that they have a hookup, and really I would most likely ask them how I could be so lost from reality. In times like these, I think if these people really want to try and act like adults they have to share the wealth so to speak.

I mean our country is in a place I cannot even believe, built of years upon years of howling monkeys that we have put in place because we can’t get anyone who has a grasp on reality to take the job. Sure the pay is great and the health care is dandy, but most people I know would listen to some of these things across the board and just rethink the whole drinking while working thing. There is not a single party to takes the blame because especially the two main ones should look at their efforts over the last presidential election cycle and just wonder who drank the bleach.

We have one party who put someone after they had already been proven of cheating, media chicanery, lying about funds, ethics, and who was so cocky that they seemed pleased with every misstep that they made. Then on the other side, we have Donald Trump, and the jaded prick steering my little body forward is banging his head into the steering wheel now because these two really could be the same person if you look at a funhouse mirror. Yes, I did say I would keep this blog political free, but I really don’t think it is political when you look at it and go…

“Yup, it’s shit.”

I actually tried starting a party. One that would deal with a lot of the issues that is currently plaguing this country and tried to bring in a lot of younger blood to help push it too which we were stopped by people in reputable parties whether they are state or national making it even more difficult on an already herculean task.  Now, I see groups who use protest like it is their personal privilege to act like brats who didn’t get a nap. People who want to scream and cry, but have no plan to make it better thinking it will be handed to them. There are people currently crying over every small thing who legitimately believe because their feelings are hurt that life should change to accompany them.

It can’t be this generation’s fault as we are living longer we are doing in a lower quality of life than before. It can’t be a race’s fault just because they do not know another race’s context and battles magically plucking the knowledge out of the air like a magician. It isn’t a religion or a belief systems fault because in every religion around the world you can boil a hearty portion down to “Don’t be a dick.” yet people arm themselves with every snippet about annihilation and destroying your foes with the wrath of the almighty deity of choice or belief.

Then I watch after people tell me it is a race or a generation fall on their face every time because they can’t see the forest for the trees and realize that everything is on fire. We have the biggest debt in U.S history and we didn’t as a country have the spark of thought that maybe we should put some money where it counts instead putting them in places it doesn’t. Social Security is fucked right now, and the education system is so bad I would rather teach kids, because I know at least I can give them something better than what they are getting from the public systems despite the best efforts of a group of teachers whose souls have not died from feeling so useless. I don’t even like kids, but the testing and testing and stupid rules and do not get me even started about the school lunch program, and what the government defines as healthy school lunches because after a bunch of them had a serious conversation about Ketchup being a vegetable to pat themselves on the back made me want to knee each of those suckers straight in the junk hard enough that any chance they had of children would be gone and any kids already there would be retroactively written from existence.

You want to fix this shit, it’s easy. Put in better people. I can literally piss from my apartment roof on to someone and the odds are in favor they would be a better choice than people who have done this ten to twenty years.

I will make this world better. Hopefully, you got a laugh at my rantings. I just get so mad because it seems like the best efforts of those including myself and a lot of people better than me are being wasted for such frivolity that makes one wonder that maybe there is no hope and that we should just roll up get some lawn chairs and watch the shit show with a preferred beverage. Let me end with this, knowing how completely off we are on some things how can we expect someone to fix it if we do not even try it ourselves?

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Social justice and Micro Transgressions

A long time ago I got into a fight. A fight where a couple people representing a gang wanted to take the money of me and my friend. The lights were painting everything a sickly orange and I just lost my cool because for the umpteenth time someone thought that because they were part of a gang or a group or a clique or had more money or something else that they were better than me.

I am not better than anyone, and no one is better than me. It has taken countless pints of spilled blood, dozens of scars, a handful of broken teeth, and another of broken bones to learn that because moment to moment we only have we are in that moment. All we have one way or the other is defined in a single moment, and that is it.

Back to the street me and my friend took a fair beating, but that was when we learned that was their best shot. They figured it out about three seconds after us and tried pulling out some little switches. It may be a bad snapshot of me at the moment, but it was then that I felt free to do whatever I want because without a weapon I had to defend myself. Our opponents wouldn’t want to be heading back saying the got beat AFTER they pulled their blades. It just does not stand well in the grand scheme when you are always worried about looking weak.

I took a small nick next to my hairline, and if you squint you can still see where it started on the right side. Those blades never got another chance to do damage to us. It felt like hours when it really was minutes, but every second counted to them because every drop of blood they had let to the air I made sure to get out of them. One guy had a busted nose and jaw and to this day will not be in the same building as me, and he still has a limp to the left.

I bring this up because this was in an area that people would go out and bleed for what they wanted, for what they believed. I bled buckets and to see anything after wearing a crimson mask is difficult for the experienced and impossible for the first timer. Hearing the small things people get up in arms over micro transgressions or trying to enforce a backwards policy or deem something discriminatory without any evidence makes me sad. Those gangbangers and me and my friend fought and bled and it wasn’t unheard of for a kid in the grade to die to a botched drug deal or a meth house explosion or just because a fight went too far. Nearly a decade off and on over and over of fighting for what you think is right.

When I read things like how grammar, as it stands, is racist because according to the university, everything is racist which I disagree with wholeheartedly, but that is not the point of this writing. Those guys fought and bled and scratched and pulled every trick in the book, and those girls did the same to survive. I respect those people who had to fight a thousand times, no a million times more than the overly sensitive group of people that is making so much noise it should be a crime in itself. These criers only want something for them, they don’t care about anyone else as long as it proves their own case a little easier. The world is not perfect, not even close. I would rather take the time and look at a situation and gauge the evidence to actually help those who found themselves working against an unfairly stacked deck. Most of those people I beat down and beat the crap out of me. Well, they would too.

I wonder where all of this negative energy will fester in the world because eventually, it will set something alight that cannon be extinguished. Now that my venting is over, however, I am going to try and make the world the better place it can be, and hope I am good enough to do it.

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Stupid People Stay Away

There are some days I would just like to enjoy the time and maybe get something done on a project. Work on editing, draw some things for the card game, hope the world can be a better more accepting place, and maybe hope for the future.

Nothing gets to me than the idiocy of a large group of very dimwitted people. Seriously, I understand learning disabilities I was told to have a couple, but I am shocked at the sheer duncery of a group of people who have told me to check my privilege.

So I did. These people who do not like ideas or opinions or even conversation that takes a half watt of brainpower to understand make me go back to being a problem solver, because by god the market needs one again. I once had a nice conversation with someone from the BLM group and while I do not agree with the group 100% there are things that could be good if they focused more on them. Back to the point I had a talk with someone who had a nice conversation as we went over our points to and fro in a respectful matter about things the group would have to do to become more of a mainstay and less of an extremist group.

Now some people may find it strange but people can actually get together to have a conversation despite having different opinions. It may seem strange, but do not worry because one day when your minds evolve you may find it needed for people of different pasts to work together for something like maybe a cure for cancer, a stable housing market, healing after a major world disaster or war.

Then we get people who believe that all white people need to bow to all black people because of something that happened more then a hundred years ago with a small viewpoint blown out of proportion until enough people are rattling it off looking like phone controlled twitter zombies and it makes me want to headbutt people with a longhorn skull.

Like someone who wanted reparations for every slave in America not thinking that also included child labor, the Irish, Jewish, Chinese and the Germans at various points in time. This person who was in another BLM branch then wanted to change their goals because they are not about helping people, no, this particular branch close to my own neck of the woods thought it should be all about Black lives, but they are not racist because white people are the majority in this country and through something missing the entire meaning in English deem that anything against the majority race of a country cannot be deemed a hate crime.

This logic dictates that I can go somewhere with another race as the majority and start the White Lives Matter movement? Cheer how some brainless dolts with the same amount of melanin as me do crimes that bring people’s eyes to our cause right should make me pleased, right? It doesn’t and anyone who thinks that it should get their head sweetly held by a pair of blue whales until it’s flatter than Justin Bieber’s talent pool. I actually feel for the people who look at these knuckleheads and just want to say they are from another group of lifeforms just to spare the associations with whatever group of pinheads may be vying for the right to represent a whole group of melanin levels.

So about that checking my privilege test backed by the group. I got 12, my sister got 14 and my father got 24. According to a test where if you are white or male counts for a couple to only get such scores made the test tell us we shouldn’t need to tell the world is unfair but surprise it seems we are part of the few that know it. Take this whole instigating race war hypocrisy horseshit and just shove all of it, piece by piece where it belongs which would be in a toilet while those left actually look to see if there is a problem before attempting to fix it because either way a united front will bring with it a united solution.

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