Texas Shooting

It is a sad thing when innocent people needlessly die. I received an email saying this shouldn’t happen in our world. Yet it is your world. When I was young there was no gun violence in school. Students carried guns in school. People respected the police. This was all normal. Criminals only shot other criminals. It was a law abiding society.

In this new society in which we live demonization has become the norm. Vast swaths of the populace are labeled with very unflattering terms. Sometimes it seems that because I breathe and exhale carbon dioxide I am a bad person. Tell enough people they are bad and some of them will act out bad behavior.

Tell people they are good, and they might be more inclined to be actually be good. It seem every week Joe Biden is calling all sorts of people whit supremacists, it is not a surprise that some weaker minds act out Joe’s words. When you are powerful your prophesy easily becomes reality.

Bad people need to be locked up. Do not make excuses for them. There are bad people out there. Good people need to stop them. Someone should have stopped Putin. Nobody did. Good people will be hurt because of that.

People that own guns need mandatory gun training. Owning a gun implies responsibility. People have a right to be responsible. Constitutionally they have a responsibility to protect us all. I was trained in gun safety as a child. Bad people typically do not pray on people capable of protecting themselves.

It wasn’t that long ago that the gun industry was dying. Yet it was the Blue world that enabled the resurgence. Life is not better in the Blue world. For whatever reason gun violence flourishes in the Blue world. Not so much in the Red world.

To the writer of the letter, who is ultimately my boss. It is our world that this tragedy happened in. We need collaboration to make a better world. Until then, things will not get better.

Propaganda

I got into trouble the other day when I used the word propaganda. My view was propaganda was simply the dissemination of information. Typically with a view that would be favorable to your cause. This is a view of the word that I have had since high school. Back then I looked the word up to discover the meaning of the word.

After I used the word I was told that the meaning of propaganda was to lie. I was informed propaganda was a very bad word. I took my phone and looked up the word, and indeed the first three results said that propaganda was to lie to influence opinion. I was actually surprised. I have seen the word used on TV in a benign sense. A laundromat might publish the price of cleaning sheets in its propaganda. In my view propaganda was different than an advertisement because advertisements were paid propaganda. You could spread propaganda without paying other people to do so for you. After a rather stern lecture I promised not to use the word in question and rephrased my sentence to include the words “publish positive information” instead of the very bad word I had used.

I had to find out why what I thought was positive information was considered a lie. I checked out the etymology of propaganda. Simply, propaganda is the feminine form of the Latin word propagate. To propagate is to spread the seed, or the word of God. Propaganda would then be to give life to the seed, or the word of God. Yes Latin is a Roman language that became the official language of the Catholic church.

In my chauvinistic view this sort of makes sense. Women are better communicators. In the chauvinistic world men work, and women raise the children. Not that happens much anymore. Anyway, most definitions now describe propaganda as a political lie. I find this somewhat disturbing. By redefinition, to reproduce is to lie. Though this change may be an anti church thing.

Such is the state of affairs now, the words that represent communication are redefined to represent lies. That may very well be true. I write this blog because I do not belive the mass media. As I have stated before, the truth is not allowed. So this is my own version of propaganda. It would be very easy to say everything I say is a lie. However these are my thoughts that I write about what I see. Simply one point of view. They may be opinion, these views certainly are not judgment. They were written to encourage discourse.

When it comes right down to it, my use of the word was certainly old fashioned.

I Am Cindy Grant Chase

Cindy died in the state prison for men. There was no infirmary in the women’s prison, so she was transfered to the men’s prison. Before she died she could look out her window and see lots of men.

I would know nothing about Cindy Grant except for a red Jaguar XJS with no engine that my brother picked up for 50 bales of hay. Our farm ledger is a book called 50 sheds of hay, that is a riff off of the book 50 shades of gray. It is a book that I have not read. Yet it is a book known for innuendo.

The red Jag in question was a Rouge Edition. It was previously owned by Cindy Grant. She had bought the car with a stolen credit card. Cindy would do jail time and the car would be placed in storage. What Cindy was most famous for was the oldest profession. With the car came stories about limo rides. I heard stories from people in the back seat and from the front seat. Sort of the upstairs and the downstairs of the trade.

I also heard stories of shootings and boats, and I learned there was was a TV show about Cindy. Of course I purchased the episode from Amazon. The stories I had heard were much more elaborate than what was told on TV, yet the TV confirmed the lurid details of her life.

Naturally there was no mention of the automobile. The red Jaguar was casually cast aside. Not even a footnote in the story of her life. Yet it is possible that the red Jaguar is the only thing that remains of her rather passionate story.

So why would I compare myself to Cindy? In the end she died in the men’s prison. By all accounts she loved men. She desired nothing more than passion. I was told that she was able to look out at the jail yard from her room. It was a jail yard filled with men. I was told she was extraordinarily pained to see all those men that she could not pleasure.

Myself, I am pleasured by machines running. A well running machine makes me happy. Yet I am frequently surrounded by machines that do not run. Running machines gives me pleasure. To be surrounded by machines that I cannot bring to life, gives me pain.

Odd as it may be, that is my comparison.

The Hypersonic Bomb

They say Putin has the bomb, and it is hypersonic. That is why we are letting him do what he is doing. They said Sadam had the bomb too. He didn’t. I did not believe them then. I do not belive them now. That is my view of our unionized media. Leave our very own echo chamber and there is another story. We are being accused of ethnic genocide in Ukraine. We allegedly have dozens of secret biological warfare labs that we fund for research. It is for this reason that the Ukrainian people are being slaughtered. Personally I would need more proof than simple allegations. Yet there are probably millions of Russian and Chinese that believe these stories.

Our top politicians, on both sides, have had an inordinate interest in Ukrainian politics. Though now that I think about it, Paul Manofort was recommended to the Trump campaign by the mainstream. Manafort would bring gravitas to the campaign they said.. At the time I thought it was a sign of unity. Joe Biden was heavily involved in Ukrainian politics when he was Vice President. What are friends for?

When you expect the worst you will never be disappointed. I read that Putin is unafraid to use the bomb. Many expect him to use it. Conversely I read many stories comparing Putin and his supporters to Trump and his supporters. Trump Derangement Syndrome still reads its ugly head in our media. President Biden has been known to dish his own supporters if they do not agree with him, so when the media compares Putin to Trump, it is a bit unfair. Yet it has been done. I can imagine that if Joe was told there was a button that could eliminate Trump and his supporters, Joe would push it.

Fortunately people like Elon Musk have come to aid Ukraine. He is providing the Ukrainians with communication. I always had thought that the next big war would be digital. Guess I was wrong.

Things are only going to get worse before they get better. My only hope is the Russians take out Putin and replace him with someone more reasonable. We are a big beautiful world. It would be nice if we all got along. I can understand why Elon Musk wants to go to Mars. We are crazy down here.

Political Speech Is Not Protected

I recently did my annual retraining about protected rights. It was nice to learn that as an old person I could not be fired because of my age. It was also nice to learn that I could not be fired because I am a lesbian (don’t ask). Theoretically I could not be fired if my skin was orange.

Then there was a whole group of reasons of why people could be fired for the words they use. For example if you said mean things about me being an old orange skined lesbian you could get fired! And rightfully so. I am really just a young person hiding in an old person’s body.

I figured an old body was the best place to hid. People can be so mean. So what I did notice about all this training for protected rights, politics was not protected. It was even mentioned that political speech was not protected. Now they tell me! I have been writing about politics for more than six years. True you can say what you want, but you may not have a job the next day.

So what do I do next? Hit the publish button? In the past I depended on the censors to keep my out of trouble. They still may be. According to my stats the Chinese are the only ones reading what I write. So I usually have a observation to make when I write. The reason I write is because I may get into trouble if I say what observe. People can be very well trained to say what they are told to say.

Political winds change. Parties change power. My point is what is viewed as acceptable political commentary today, may not be acceptable tomorrow. It is rather unusual if political speech is actually free.

The Saber Not Rattled

About a month ago I had one of those oh oh moments. The Russians had been moving troops to the border of Ukraine. I did not think to much of it. Putin was known for testing the waters. A few counter moves would put him in his place. It was a traditional ritualistic Saber Rattling. The most famous resent example was Trump and Kim Jong-Un. My button is bigger than your button.

I found it odd that there was no counter saber rattling. The news was full of excuses. Ukraine was not part of NATO. Germany needed Russian oil. Russia had the bomb. Putin was rattling his saber and we, with the biggest Saber were silent. This was not going to be good. Someone needed to say to Putin that this was going to be a really bad idea. For whatever reason, nobody did.

Those that blame others are usually to blame. That goes double here. I usually try not to say bad things about people, and their views. I have been ridiculed for my political views many more times than I can count. So I really do not want to stoop to that level. What I will do is question whether they have the genetic capacity for intelligence.

We are in a slow decline, inflation, supply chain issues, rising crime, and now war. Yet it is always someone else’s fault. I make myself a cup of coffee in the morning and go to work. Life is still good. I hope that those that continue to blame others take notice. Hate is war, and war is not the solution.

The View From The Top

On the back of the dollar bill, if there still is such a thing, is an image of a floating pyramid with an eyeball on top. What does it mean? The influence of secret society? Or, much more simply, we are all stones that support the view from the top. We, as a country, are represented by the view from the top. It is why we are concerned about what the president sees. Even more importantly, what he, or soon she, looks at.

What leaders look at is telling. For it is what they care about. For example, do they look at ice cream cones, high end real estate, or the color of one’s skin. Maybe they are looking at the family legacy or the power of the dollar. It could be simply they are looking at the power of the pen. Some see the power of the stage, or a simple home. Occasionally someone may just fall into the job. Retribution or political gain is all some see. Then again it could just be all about good looks and personality. That is about as far back as I go, this is just my view on what I think they thought about. Before then war is what it was all about. Could be my life is coming full circle.

What our leaders see motivates the direction of of the country. When they are running for the office try and pay attention to what they are looking at. For what they care about effects us all. That is if we still have a choice in the matter.

It’s Your War

Remember when your view of politics was filled with hate? Any view other than yours was deplorable, if not much worse. Yes, I remember the the names you called me. I can easily recall the re-education camps you sent me to. Of course we have now come to the logical outcome. War.

It is so sad, and predictable. Sure you will deflect blame, it is what you do. It is the nature of a control freak. Maybe I should be a little more specific on whom I am talking about. I am talking about those that disproved of my political views. As I have chronicled, discussions were not allowed. If you had an alternative view, and were willing to accept my view, and discuss the differences, you are exempt from my blanket condemnation.

When it comes to Liberalism, I think different. I may be part of your world, but I do not believe. I do not believe because the outcome is cruel unjustified war. We could be making our own energy, yet we insist on buying energy to support injustice. You make up your own selfish rules to benefit yourselves at the expense of others.

Simply, when everything is a lie the truth cannot be tolerated. That is where we are operating today. However it is evident that word salad just does not cut it. The world is filled with good and bad people. When the bad people are in charge, bad things happen. That is judgment passed.

You may say that I should have told you. I tried to say, yet your mind was made up. I have my limits. I would not go past them. Could be I am a bad communicator. However I am not in charge. There should have been some clear communication that war is a bad thing. There was not.

Of course actions speak louder than words. Currently the high price of oil supports war. The price of oil is artificially high. Think about those that cause the price of oil to be high. I know a fellow with five degrees, and that is what he does. The bad people are in charge. That makes me feel bad. Bad things are happening.

Stafford Green

There is only one name I remember from grade school. My friend Stafford Green. I probably wasn’t the easiest person to be a friend of. I would disappear into the country during the summer, and come back with a country accent. That was considered uncool. I had another limitation, I needed glasses and nobody seemed to notice.

I was strongly nearsighted. I could not discern faces. Back in school today I see everyone wearing masks we cannot see their faces. When I was 16 I went to get a driver’s license, they would not let me have a license unless I read a sign on the wall. I told them the sign was to far away. They told me to get glasses.

Even though I can now see I still can’t tell people apart. My friends are typically, a bit different. Names are very, very hard for me. I think I may have missed out on something by not recognizing people when I was young. So when when someone says wearing masks can retard development, I have a tendency to agree.

Is there a period of time during development when the brain recognizes faces and assigns names, or on some people does the brai just not get it. When I was growing up my father just could not remember my friends names so it could just be genetic.

so when I went out to the school yard to play, I could always find my friend Stafford. He was black.

The Genetic Divide

I must admit to being intrigued by the geographic red blue divide. It is a stark demonstration of our differences. Yet I have played on both sides of what seems to be an impenetrable barrier. Still on multiple occasions, from different sources, it has been stated that the divide is genetic.

My first thought was, how can where you live determine your genetic composition. Then I remembered that they have genetic testing that is an acceptable way determine where you actually came from. Yet people do move around. So it really is possible that people move to where they are genetically comfortable.

For fun let’s call our two groups the farmers and the traders. Maybe there is a genetic difference. The farmers raise products and the traders distribute products. Sounds simple and equitable. The traders developed architecture to display and store the products. They also developed units of measure to assign value. There is a reason Lady Justice has scales. The ability to use scales is a sign of superior intellect.

Yet the farmer will spend all day giving life. It is rare that products would be simply plucked from a tree. Most farmers preside completely over life cycle from birth to product. They would not succeed if they could not establish a sustanable nurturing environment. Such ability is respected and has value.

So where did we go wrong? The farmers and the traders can not survive without each other. There needs to be a mutual respect for the system to work.

Cities fail, there are numerous failed cities throughout history. I would guess the reasons are many. Yet the reason would be that the system of trade failed. I am not a historian, yet that is my guess.

Slavery subverts respect. Throughout history many cities were built with slavery. The elimination of slavery was a Republican experiment. Wasn’t the elimination of slavery a founding principal of the Republican party. The Democrats, the trail of tears and racial segregation is what the party was founded on. Slavery was part of the system that made the party successful.

The media, the mouthpiece of the traders, makes heroes of criminals. The statues have come down. The revolution is over. Slavery is back, and normalized. The dreamers are now prisoners of a new lower cast. Why? Simple greed is the answer. When you have the power it is easy to demand for more for less.

To intellectually support slavery is to bestow oneself a undeniable privilege. With Lady Justice blindfolded it was tempting for some to to put their thumb on the scale, and smile. For them unearned gains are the sweetest.

Maybe I am oversimplifing things, but that is the the power of the union. The union within the union. Maybe I should have capitalized union, because it is a thing. A genetic thing.