Living in the U.S.A (United States insane Asylum)

Insanity

Would someone please go out front and look at the sign over the entrance?  I firmly believe we are living in the asylum. 

This story out of NC a few days ago simply lends credence to my opinion.  “You committed a crime against your minor self but we can, and in fact we are charging you as an adult, and oh, by the way, here’s the victim help line number to call since you have been victimized as a minor self from your adult self and…..

Did you hear about that one; about the teen that had nude pictures of himself on his phone?  He was charged with possessing child porn because he was sixteen when the pictures were taken.  The prosecution charged him as an adult because he turned seventeen before they charged him.  So let me get this straight, he's a minor victim of his adult self?!?

So, for possessing pictures of himself nude, he is charged with possessing child porn?

Are we living in an idiocracy?

What about you?  Do you have nude pictures of yourself somewhere?  NO?  Are you sure?

What about those pictures your loving mom snapped of you in the bathtub as a toddler?  What about the ones of you as a baby?  Were you possibly nude in any of those Kodak moments?

Still got those old black and white prints?  Are they in the family photo album?  You could possibly be charged with possessing child porn even though it’s you.

Do you think that could never happen?

Don’t you think the above mentioned story couldn’t possibly happen?

I hope these kids learn moral values and plain old discretion.  I also hope they actually receive justice, not this ludicrous perversion perpetrated by over-zealous morons who call themselves public servants.

Did you look at the sign over the door?  Does it say United States Asylum?

"Nooses" at University of Delaware Expose Idiocy

I've sworn off getting political on my personal blog but if you think (like I do at times) that the lunatics have taken over the asylum, consider this story that appeared overnight in what passes for the news these days.

Nooses found hanging from tree on University of Delaware campus ~ USA Today

*I failed to grab the link earlier and they removed the original article and replaced it with this sophomoric attempt at a retraction.  It essentially says, “yeah, they weren’t nooses but everyone around here is still has racist problems.”

Or

Makeshift nooses found on University of Delaware campus ~ Fox News

Or

Nooses Found Hanging From Tree on University of Delaware Campus ~ NBC News

Or

3 Nooses Found at Delaware School ~ U.S. News & World Report

Those are just a few of the “news” reports concerning what turned out to be leftover garbage from lantern decorations.

This sort of knee jerk, rush to press garbage would be comical if it weren’t so sad.

ABC News follow up article explains the mistake….

"The University of Delaware says three items found hanging from a tree on campus were not nooses, but remnants of paper lanterns left over from an event.

Interim university President Nancy Targett initially announced Wednesday that the discovery of the items hanging in front of a campus building Tuesday night prompted a hate crime investigation. But in a statement posted online around daybreak, Targett says the investigation found that the items weren't instruments of a hate crime, but left over from an event on The Green, a campus open space.

Still, Targett says the incident revealed the campus' sensitivity to the potential issue and shows a need for "continuing dialogue." She invited the community to gather Wednesday afternoon."

But that admission was a day late and oh so inadequate.  It also highlighted the idiocy of those involved in this fiasco.

Check out Ms. Nancy Targett, the university’s interim president (this is the best they could come up with?) who still thought it was important to call it an “incident.”  The only “incident” here was the idiocy of those involved in jumping to outlandish conclusions.  Prior to her (hopefully embarrassing discovery that they weren't, in fact, nooses, here's what she said.

"This hateful display stands in stark contrast to Monday night's peaceful protest and discussion. We condemn this despicable action and ask everyone in our community to stand together against intolerance and hate," Targett said.

I mean, look at the photo again.  This is string, not rope.  There is a wire clothes hanger (go ahead zoom in.  It's a flocking clothes hanger) hanging from the end of some string, and it is all haphazardly arranged.

Do you see “nooses” in this mess?

The person who found this and immediately thought “OMG!! Nooses!”  Needs to be tested to confirm they have a functioning brain; the police who began investigating this as a “racial hate crime” should turn in their badges and resign, and Ms. Targett should shamefully step down with a profuse apology for her own ignorance. 

But no, she still wants to have a gathering of the community to have a “continuing dialogue” about the “issue”  Fine Ms. Targett, have a gathering to discuss the potential issue, but please acknowledge your own error and think about why you were so ready to believe that trash in a tree was a noose.

*Sigh*

If it weren’t so obscenely stupid, it would be funny.

Shoelaces Ain't What They Used To Be

Shoelace……

The very word brings a tear of joy to your eye doesn’t it?  At least it ought to make you smile a little.  They ain't what they used to be.  If adversity builds character, shoelaces used to be character builders.

Back in the day (or as my kids say, “in the olden days when you were young,”), shoe laces were a source of daily aggravation.  Every pair of shoes I had sported at least one broken shoe lace or laces where the aglets were missing.   (I bet you never thought about the fact that those little plastic shoelace caps have a name)

Every time I tried to cinch my shoes on nice and tight, it seemed like I wound up with a 10” length of amputated shoelace in my hand.  They constantly broke.

Or, I’d put my shoes on to find that the (now much shorter shoelaces) had come out of the eyelets at the top of my shoe and I’d have to try and thread the needle with a hairy dog’s tail to lace them up.

Then there were several pairs of sneakers which I was constantly moving the laces up the shoe until eventually the lace was engaging only the top two eyelets in an attempt to hold the floppy sneaker on my foot.

Granted I came from a poor family so we didn’t have a drawer full of laces for replacements.  Maximizing the usage of a worn out lace was almost compulsory.  But even if we’d have had a quizillion extra pairs of laces in a drawer it wouldn’t have helped.  I would have had to carry around two extra pairs at all times just because of the MTBF (mean time between failure) of those crappy laces.   Shoelace technology sucked back then.

There were basically three choices (maybe four tops) and they were all cotton laces.  But you could get them in your choice of white, black or brown.  Brown was usually for Sunday School occasions when you had to wear the crappy dress shoes that otherwise would have been thrown away.

The fourth (potential) choice was leather laces which no self-respecting slum dweller would dream of putting in his “wish-they-were-actually-Chucks” shoes.

It was bad enough that my mom bought our shoes at the Pathmark (super market) out of the big dump bin at the end of the canned goods aisle.  Those kicks had genuine molded plastic soles (ice skates) on cheap canvas uppers and cost $1.89 a air.  That was humiliating enough but we would have been bully bait with leather laces that cost more than the shoe itself.

So we lived with white cotton laces until they were brown and beyond redemption (usually about two weeks) and finally needed to be replaced.  Then it was more cheap cotton laces from the supermarket again.

Back then, every lousy pair of shoes we owned probably needed a dozen pairs of replacement shoelaces before the shoe itself was shot.  Not anymore.

Fast-forward to modern times (nowadays as my kids say) and the current shoelace technology.

Besides having a quizillion different types of shoe laces in a bazillion different colors and stuff, shoelaces last forever now.  It’s like they’re made out of space alien material or something.  I end up throwing out a pair of shoes long before the laces even think of breaking.   In fact, I can’t remember the last time I had a broken shoelace.

And those aglets that used to crack and fall off in one day??  Well now they display the shoe company’s logo on them and you couldn’t get them off the lace with a blow torch and pickax.

Shoelace technology is so great now that my kids may never experience the joy of a broken shoelace in their lives.

And that’s something to smile about I guess.

30 Days of Oil Pulling

I once read an article that gave solid advice for those of us who often think we’d like to turn over a new leaf or try something new.  It said that rather than try to create a new lifestyle or tackle a New Year’s resolution all in one fell swoop, resolve to commit to it for a 30 day stretch.

You can do (try) almost anything for 30 days.  So try it out for 30 days rather than committing to a lifetime of new practices.  By committing for a 30 day trial run, you have no guilt if and when you decide you want to give it up.  If after 30 days you find that you actually want to keep going then by all means, keep going.

It’s that philosophy that has led me to try a few things I might otherwise avoided.  Oil pulling is one of those ideas.

I missed the big oil pulling trend in 2013-2014, (I’m a late adopter) so here I am in 2015 trying oil pulling for 30 days.

As an aid to myself I am going to try and track what (if any) effects it has on me.

For those of you who have just immigrated from outer BF Egypt, here is a brief description of what oil pulling is:

     Put 1 table spoon of oil in the mouth.

     Swish it around for 20 minutes.

     Spit it out in the trash.

     Swish and rinse with salt water.

     Brush your teeth as normal.

That's it, that's all.  It’s supposedly an Ayurvedic treatment with (skeptical sideways glance) thousands of years of use.  Look it up, I’m not kidding.

Anyway, the idea is to do it every morning (or night) and it will have a positive impact on dental health and other health issues.

I'm trying it because I've read that some people have had good results with chronic sinus infections, ear infections and other things.  Since I have Meneir's disease, I'm hoping it might have a positive impact on my symptoms.  We shall see.

On the way home last night I stopped by the store to buy either sesame oil or coconut oil; I've read proponents of both.  Coconut oil was less expensive; I bought coconut oil.

DAY ONE - APRIL 23, 2015

This morning I woke up and began my experiment with oil pulling.

Scooping out a tablespoon of coconut oil is reminiscent of scooping out lard.....and it tastes about the same.  Not a pleasant experience to put solid coconut oil in the mouth, but after a moment it melts and the swishing begins.

The only difficulty I had this morning with the 20 minutes of swishing was trying to get my two boys ready for school.  It's hard to encourage them to "get out of bed" or "eat your breakfast" when you are sloshing coconut oil around in your mouth.  But mumbling and pointing did the trick and we got through okay.

After a (carefully monitored) 20 minute interval, I expectorated, swished with salt water (did you know there is no such thing as organic salt?), brushed my teeth and carted the kids to school.

DAY TWO

It's a weird feeling trying to mouth a scoop of coconut oil off a spoon.  I wish it could come in squeeze type tubes or something; which makes me realize it actually has the consistency of Chapstick or something.

Nothing new to report except to say that I wonder if they came up with this idea to help the coconut oil industry.

Finally, 20 minutes are done and I can spit it out in the trash.  

*NOTE:  I’ve read that the oil turns white from all the toxins it absorbs.  I'm not buying that; it starts off white to begin with.  Also, if you have ever seen the engine oil that has gotten water in it, it turns white-ish as well.  I think the whitish color (if it isn't from the fact that the coconut oil starts off white) is from mixing with saliva.

Yeah, gross but turning white from absorbing toxins?  I have serious doubts about that but maybe time will tell.

Anyway, day 2 down, 28 to go.

DAY THREE

This morning, after a lazy lay in bed till 8:30 start, I began my morning ablutions with the intake of another tablespoon of coconut oil.  It was no easier to put in the mouth than yesterday but at least I knew what to expect.

Which leads me to ask this question, if it's more a solid at room temperature than a liquid, why the heck do they call it oil??  Shouldn't it be referred to as coconut grease?

Anyway, day two led to no new revelations except that even on a Saturday morning there are invariably things you want to use your voice for that sloshing around a bunch of oil prevents.  I had to sternly use notes to get my boys to stop fighting.  You should try sternly writing notes, it’s quite an exercise.

Once again, a 20 minute gentle mastication of oil, a spit and rinse with salt water.  After a careful couple minutes of tooth brushing action, day 3 was in the bag.

DAY FOUR

Maybe I was imagining things last night but it seemed like I had a bit less "blockage" or effects from my Meniere's disease in my left ear; possibly just a normal fluctuation.

This morning (prior to my Sunday-go-to-meeting outing) I started my coconut oil torture and true to form, my two fine lads began raising a ruckus again.  This morning I commenced immediately with the stern look (while mumbling and swooshing oil) and a short, snappy note about time outs and such.  Then I stomped back to my cave and kicked a few puppies.

This oil pulling stuff comes at damned inconvenient moments.  Either that or the inconvenient moments come at damned oil pulling time.

You know the routine so no descriptions this time, although I will stress that when the directions say 20 minutes, I use a watch.  I'm nothing if not a stickler for details.

Rinse and brush and day 4 is in the history books.

DAY FIVE

So yesterday I think I really felt a decrease in symptoms of my Meniere's in my left ear.  I noticed it most when I was out driving with the window down.  Usually I don't really hear the cars passing in the opposite direction with my left ear but yesterday it almost felt normal.  Again, I don't know if that is a fluctuation or an effect of the oil pulling.  If it's oil pulling then wow!! Cool!!

We'll see.

Routine again this morning but in a more hurried fashion as I have to drag my sorry butt to work.  Trust me, I still did the full 20 minutes (21 actually) but did it while hopping on one foot and making  my brown bag lunch.

Swish and a spit and put a big X on the calendar.

.......Oh, and I have learned that gargling with salt water can actually feel rather pleasant after twenty minutes of tonguing coconut oil.

DAY SIX – DAY 30

It gets a bit old talking about how I scooped a tablespoon of coconut lard into my mouth so I am sparing you the day to day run down.  If you've even read this far down, suffice it to inform you that I have religiously performed the duties for a FULL thirty days.

CONCLUSION

After thirty days of carefully following all the instructions and going through a large jar of coconut oil, I can honestly say:  I notice no change in anything.  Nothing.

My teeth are NOT whiter, my gums still feel the same, my Meniere’s symptoms are the same, I have not sprouted new teeth, grown thicker hair, pooped nicer poop, or experienced any other noticeable effects.

Bottom line, do it if you like the routine of munching a mouthful of oil every day, otherwise, don’t bother.

Open Letter to Jeb Bush

The following is an email I submitted to the Jeb Bush for President website contact form.at  https://jeb2016.com/?lang=en

I figured it would probably never see the light of day but I feel very strongly that we most certainly do NOT need another Bush or Clinton in the White House.  That is why I posted here even though politics are a dangerous topic.

My motto for the 2016 campaign would be   "Almost Anyone But Bush!"

I can't say who I would support but I know about a dozen that I will definitely not support.

Anyway, here is what I wrote in it's unedited entirety.  

Mr. Bush:

Please withdraw from the presidential race.  We The People have had enough of the Bush family, and their political ideology, in the executive branch and in politics in general.

While we certainly acknowledge your right to run for the office of president, it's difficult to see what you bring to the table that is good for the United States.

It's time for fresh perspectives.  More accurately, it’s time for perspectives rooted in the wisdom of those who built this representative republic; perspective that understands the admonishments of those who warned us not get embroiled in the affairs of other nations.  We need right-minded perspectives rather than the same hawkish mentality of projected military force, intervention in the affairs of other nations, outright toppling of legitimate governments, feeding the international corporate beasts and the endless trampling under foot of the Constitution.

Your father embraced globalism and your brother took this country quickly down the path toward becoming literal police state.  They both boosted federally centered statism and corporatism while injuring or destroying the quality of life for millions of people around the world.  Your brother ignored the Constitution and put his “war” against “terrorism” above the fetters of the law.  I am sure that you will exercise more of the same dangerous and destructive policies, having shared much in common with his formative upbringing.

We don't need more of the same, and that’s all you have to offer.  You sir look the same as those who have occupied the White House for the last several decades.  You appear to be a blend of the hawks and the apologists; a man whose principles are given to him by the interests which support you.

But we will NOT support you in your bid for the Republican nomination, and if you are successful in achieving that goal, we will certainly oppose you in the general election.

We will not stop speaking out against the same, tired foreign policy that has engendered such misery around the world.

We will not stop opposing the erosion and outright attacks against the Constitution in this nation.

We will not cease from shining the light on the lack of border security and the inherent risks such dereliction of duty brings to our nation.

We will continue to protest against overbearing, bureaucratic controls imposed against our will; squelching industry and destroying industry and the middle class.

We will not turn a blind eye, or deaf ear, to the gross violations of constitutionally guaranteed rights of the citizens of these great states.

You may be legally entitled, but you sir are not fit to hold the office of President of the United States, and we ask that you humbly acknowledge that and remove yourself from consideration.

Respectfully,

Timothy Gaunt

One of The People

Aw Damn it's Spring.

"Narzisse" by Martin Hirtreiter 

So it's Spring again.  Not that I care much for Spring.  Spring only has a couple of things going for it.
It ain't Summer and it ain't Winter.

If Spring were Autumn I'd be okay with that but it isn't.  It isn't really much of anything.

In the southeast, Spring isn't really a season, it's just a temperamental transition between cold and wet (Winter) and hot and humid (Summer) and waffles in a non-committal fashion between the two until Summer finally kicks its ass.

Spring has an identity crisis in my neck of the woods.  One day it's trying to freeze your tenderloin and the next it's going sauna on your butt.  That's Spring.

I don't like Spring that much.  Sure the flowers are pretty but Spring is the harbinger of a lot of things I am NOT looking forward to.  Plus the flowers are pretty much dead by May.

Cutting grass.  I'm NOT looking forward to cutting grass.  Every Spring I revisit my angst about shoving the lawnmower around the yard.  A weekly (more or less) ritual that takes time and energy away from serious things......like anything that does NOT involve actually cutting grass.

Spring makes me feel guilty for not having a garden.

Spring makes me feel guilty for not painting the parts of the house that I failed to paint last year.

Spring makes me have to come up with all kinds of excuses to NOT do yard work and other outdoor chores AFTER WORK because there is still a few hours of daylight left.  It's hard to be a lazy slough when it's light outside.

Spring also reminds me that in about two days it's going to be 2° shy of hell.  That's when Summer kicks Spring's ass and moves in to burn everything to a crisp one day and steam it like clams the next.

Autumn reminds me that cold, miserable Winter is around the corner but at least with Autumn you have the holidays to look forward to.  Spring gives you nothing.

Spring reminds me that bugs will soon be swarming like....well bugs.  Lots of bugs.

Yeah, I'm not a big fan of Spring.