When I first got out of the Army in 1992 and needed to find some work quick, I started looking for what equated to the biggest factory in town. That might not be where the best jobs are, but where the most available ones are until one settles in. I wasn't in Central Florida long when someone suggested to me, "Well, if you're looking for a job, why don't you go out to Disney?"
I did and that was that. I went into their Casting Building (now something else, as I understand it) and after sitting there virtually all day, I got a job that I held onto (for whatever pathetic reason) for nearly twelve years. Now, I know that a job at Walt Disney World seems like one of those amazing and awesome jobs of all time, but the place is similar to a zoo. Where the public wanders is very cool and fun and such, but back stage and behind the scenes, there are a lot of things that will stab you in the back, bite you on the neck and plot your demise for no good reason. Oh, and hold your nose and watch where you step, as there are people about. Petri dish-shallow people.
But let us be honest and point out that all places where people reside resemble such conditions, so it would be disingenuous of me to blame that place entirely. But I was in my mid-twenties when I first went there and had to learn a lot about the human race. Wow, but did the happiest place on Earth teach me that humanity is the most miserable pock mark on the ass of the planet. But now that we have that cheery note out of the way, I have to say that I still occasionally miss the place and some of the people.
Okay, maybe one person. Possible two.
I don't want to make it sound as though the place is out of my life entirely, because it is far from that. My wife still works there. I still bank and see my doctor there. Walt Disney World is still a significant part of my life and just might be well into the future. But, the Fates being what they are have largely prevented me from being able to get out there and visit for quite some time now.
From 1992 to up around 2008 or so, I was able to get out there on a very regular basis. I have to admit a geeky moment and that when I first started there, I started at Epcot, and then never ever got tired of it. I just love visiting Epcot and likely will never tire of it. It isn't lap dance exciting, but always an enjoyable day. I often enjoy going out there, having a beer or two in Germany, a Margarita or two in Mexico, some Sake in Japan and a pint in Great Britain. I also enjoy riding Spaceship Earth now and then because it has some various memories.
But anyhoo, somewhere along the way I thought of something. I recognized there were endless guidebooks to the place selling, and plenty of books and articles hinting how to visit the place on a budget. But nobody created any sort of strategic guide for negotiating one's way through there. Everyone visiting was expected to either follow the pages of some guidebook designed only to be sold or just wing it and hope. But there were no guidebooks I could find that might help visitors and guests create an intelligent framework of making the best of a visit, so I created one.
I did this because I spent a significant amount of time going through the parks and traveling the extensive Disney World property in order to determine the best way, the best time, the best methods in order to maximize one's good time. I have found I can determine down to the hour the better times to be here instead of there and that I can virtually map out a week that will maximize one's visit, thereby maximizing their value. That's money saved and well spent. But unlike those bullshit guidebooks that do not provide one glimpse of helpful information, I couldn't sell shit.
I tried a couple different guidebooks over time but couldn't achieve any significant sales, so I turned to The Examiner (an online magazine) and created a series of articles that provide my information in the series of articles freely available to the public. I still claim my articles entitled, The Best Disney World Guidebook, Right Here, Right Now are still some of the finest pieces of practical information one can obtain on the place, with the exception of some of part six. This is because FantasyLand has changed completely and I haven't been able to get out there to explore it. Hence, my missing the place.
You see, the past few years has seen me getting out there only occasionally, perhaps a few times a year. Now I know that is better than most accomplish in a lifetime, but I live forty miles away and can get in free. If you live forty miles from the happiest place on Earth (not capitalized for a reason) and can get in for free, and don't do it, things in your situation must suck.
Yep, they do.
It's been difficult because of work (I drive semi and am rarely home anymore) and also because of other tasks and responsibilities. Also, during the Recession, we just couldn't justify even the minor amount of money required, like the gas money and the simple lunch. These days, we might be able to afford the occasional day, but time is not free.
So, I miss it. I do miss visiting and wandering the parks. I worked in Epcot for nearly seven years and have so many memories, of all kinds. I then went to the Animal Kingdom, where I met my wife, and that place holds many memories for us. Together, we moved to The Magic Kingdom for a while and, well, that was unique. But honestly, not too bad. We then left the parks and moved to Downtown Disney, where I remained until early 2004 and she has worked ever since and to right now at the time of this writing.
During the summer and because I am home only on the weekends, it's so difficult to get out there during this time of year, and visiting during the summer is NOT recommended. So, now that we're into the early part of the summer, I will set my sights on this early fall and determine to yet again become an expert with FantasyLand. I will update my Examiner pages and ensure that I am yet again your premiere location for the finest in Disney Strategy 411.
And for those of you who have found this blog entry, please accept the several links I have provided to the numerous articles I have written over time regarding the place, thereby enjoying some exquisite Disney Strategy information; information you just can't find anywhere else. Right Here. Right Now.
Sunday, June 23, 2013
Monday, June 17, 2013
Cluster Headaches
You know, I've thrown my name into a hat several times, often to walk away with nothing. But there was the time I won a Chevy Pickup (a Silverado) and that was okay, but usually nothing. I could live with that for the most part, but there was some little nugget I picked up from The Fates and would rather do without it. This nugget is a precious situation often known as Cluster Headaches.
When I was first experiencing these headaches I promptly saw my doctor at the time. Now, I am usually one of those who won't go to the doctor unless I can't stop the bleeding or can't get the bone back in place, but these headaches drove me straight to his office and fast. What I was experiencing was quite common to these headaches which is why I am subtly surprised he misdiagnosed the situation. What I experienced was the headache would swoop in like a menacing monster but not until I was asleep for about an hour or two. Then I would be awakened by a sinister situation that frightened me, both because of the pain and the only time I would experience it, which was while asleep.
This particular doctor thought this had less to do with headaches and more to do with a situation in my neck. Now, his diagnosis was not too far misplaced because he put me on two medications that fixed the problem with a shazam. Damn, but does it piss me off that I don't recall what they were. You see, I first started experiencing this sometime back during the middle of 2007. I do recall he placed me on what I believe were muscle relaxers and that one of them was a veritable horse pill because of the size. Whatever they were, they worked like a charm within a couple days, so I do so hope to find the prescription bottles in a box somewhere. Once I do, I'll let my present doctor know what I have there, as I am sure she'll find the information intriguing.
I experienced the headaches return within a couple months after the first time beating them, so I found the prescription bottles and simply refilled the prescriptions.
These headaches did not return to me until 2013.
A few months ago I resumed in my nights being pocked with these headaches, with their unique signature of being immense, immense pain located within one region of my head, which was near the temple. It was as though there was a gremlin in there and the little bastard was on fire. It should be noted that I have experienced a thing where the individual bouts tend to trade which side of my head they want to torment. Now, I make my living as a truck driver, so I cannot go through life not being able to sleep because I have gremlins engulfed in flames residing in my slumber regions. So, I went to my present doctor and explained the situation.
The diagnosis was almost too simple to come up with, since my symptoms were so classic for the typical Cluster Headaches. She diagnosed my situation for what it is (unless I've been abducted by aliens and some implant is failing) and prescribed Verapimil because it has become known to prevent cluster headaches and migraines, and also prescribed an Imitrix shot that kills the headaches toot-sweet.
This has done the trick for the time being. I have experienced two bouts recently of these headaches since they've returned. The first being the time that forced me to the doctor's office, and then recently when they returned near the time of Memorial Day. That day was quite memorial because what I was enduring had me contemplating a trip to the Emergency Room if my doctor wasn't in that day. Despite the holiday, she was working and we talked things over, only to reaffirm the medications we've been using.
Within the past couple weeks my headaches have subsided and I have gone off the Verapimil. While I have few complaints about most recreational drugs, I don't appreciate long-term use for prescriptions and pills as I worry about the long-term side effects. But I watch for signs of the cluster headaches like I'm watching for bears if I would be hiking in Yellowstone, and I keep my precious drugs nearby at all times.
So, it appears that I have an ugly reality in life that I will likely have to endure into the long run. If I had the opportunity to rub a genie lamp, I would gladly trade a lifetime of Cluster Headaches with a lifetime of being outrageously awesome in bed. Yeah, I would really do that because Cluster Headaches are a drag.
When I was first experiencing these headaches I promptly saw my doctor at the time. Now, I am usually one of those who won't go to the doctor unless I can't stop the bleeding or can't get the bone back in place, but these headaches drove me straight to his office and fast. What I was experiencing was quite common to these headaches which is why I am subtly surprised he misdiagnosed the situation. What I experienced was the headache would swoop in like a menacing monster but not until I was asleep for about an hour or two. Then I would be awakened by a sinister situation that frightened me, both because of the pain and the only time I would experience it, which was while asleep.
This particular doctor thought this had less to do with headaches and more to do with a situation in my neck. Now, his diagnosis was not too far misplaced because he put me on two medications that fixed the problem with a shazam. Damn, but does it piss me off that I don't recall what they were. You see, I first started experiencing this sometime back during the middle of 2007. I do recall he placed me on what I believe were muscle relaxers and that one of them was a veritable horse pill because of the size. Whatever they were, they worked like a charm within a couple days, so I do so hope to find the prescription bottles in a box somewhere. Once I do, I'll let my present doctor know what I have there, as I am sure she'll find the information intriguing.
I experienced the headaches return within a couple months after the first time beating them, so I found the prescription bottles and simply refilled the prescriptions.
These headaches did not return to me until 2013.
A few months ago I resumed in my nights being pocked with these headaches, with their unique signature of being immense, immense pain located within one region of my head, which was near the temple. It was as though there was a gremlin in there and the little bastard was on fire. It should be noted that I have experienced a thing where the individual bouts tend to trade which side of my head they want to torment. Now, I make my living as a truck driver, so I cannot go through life not being able to sleep because I have gremlins engulfed in flames residing in my slumber regions. So, I went to my present doctor and explained the situation.
The diagnosis was almost too simple to come up with, since my symptoms were so classic for the typical Cluster Headaches. She diagnosed my situation for what it is (unless I've been abducted by aliens and some implant is failing) and prescribed Verapimil because it has become known to prevent cluster headaches and migraines, and also prescribed an Imitrix shot that kills the headaches toot-sweet.
This has done the trick for the time being. I have experienced two bouts recently of these headaches since they've returned. The first being the time that forced me to the doctor's office, and then recently when they returned near the time of Memorial Day. That day was quite memorial because what I was enduring had me contemplating a trip to the Emergency Room if my doctor wasn't in that day. Despite the holiday, she was working and we talked things over, only to reaffirm the medications we've been using.
Within the past couple weeks my headaches have subsided and I have gone off the Verapimil. While I have few complaints about most recreational drugs, I don't appreciate long-term use for prescriptions and pills as I worry about the long-term side effects. But I watch for signs of the cluster headaches like I'm watching for bears if I would be hiking in Yellowstone, and I keep my precious drugs nearby at all times.
So, it appears that I have an ugly reality in life that I will likely have to endure into the long run. If I had the opportunity to rub a genie lamp, I would gladly trade a lifetime of Cluster Headaches with a lifetime of being outrageously awesome in bed. Yeah, I would really do that because Cluster Headaches are a drag.
Friday, June 7, 2013
Graduation Day
For so many parents, this day and those like it are such magical times. Today, many parents will see at least one of their children along with many others graduate from high school today.
Today, my first born daughter will graduate.
I guess that one of the several things that makes this a special moment is that she's just so incredibly smart. She's pursuing a continuing education at one of the finest schools teaching what she's pursuing, which is aeronautical engineering (rocket science) and she's shown every single sign that not only will she thrive, but lead the way as she leaves behind these childhood days and pursues the remainder of her future.
This one is particularly memorable for me because of some of the history here. Her mother and I split when she was barely getting any teeth in, but yet we were able to both work together to ensure I was an active and able part of our daughter's life. What made this difficult was space (ironically) after the two of them moved to Texas just after I had replanted roots in Florida. But before the move, my daughter was openly welcomed to the other family I became part of, and so many people were not the dramatic goofs all of us hear about in split families. I could go on and on in explanation, but suffice it to say there were no walls.
Before they moved, I spent as much time as I could with my daughter, making the best of the time as I could. We communicated, talked and learned, laughed and enjoyed one another's company. I can certainly say I so enjoyed those days when I had the time to spend with her. But the bigger thing was that this was not just a day with Dad, but these were the days when Dad could be there.
The move was hard for the two of us but not the end of anything. The telephone kept us together over the years along with a few visits. But wow if those visits weren't so few. Too few.
But fast forward to the present day. Just yesterday was the first day I had seen my daughter in nearly five years. The delay was caused by economic stressors everyone who knows me knows I am confident were contrived, so I take the corrupt actions of this government very personally. But other than being astonished by the transformation from kid to young woman (she's 18), it seemed as though there was almost no time since our last days together. We had done it; we had maintained the bond.
My wife and our younger daughter, who has years to go before graduation, drove from Florida to just past San Antonio, Texas, in a little Ford Escape (more irony? anyway...) in order to be there. The drive was just a breath over 1200 miles, done in about 26 hours. While I was more than ready to escape that car, it all drifted away when I saw my little girl race across a span in order to nearly knock me from my feet in a warm embrace. Yeah, not so little, anymore.
To make a significant point, one of the ways I've felt about my children was they're not mine and that their lives are theirs. So, to see this one at the edge of her future and loving the thought of it warms me so much. It doesn't matter that she is my biological daughter but that she's someone I adore who is genuinely doing it. I have seen a few others hit this age only to bog it all down with high hopes of strings of sitters while they run the hamster wheel of minion labor. To see this one, or any of them, escape that is worth celebrating.
My daughter has achieved incredible accolades when it comes to academic achievement, and has literally earned tens of thousands of dollars in scholarships put toward her continuing education, so that there is a sign she's already doing it. So today being a day where she'll, well, launch her life to new heights is a genuinely magical moment.
I have no doubt that today will surely witness some tear-filled moments. I have dreamed of (and agonized to make sure I was there to witness) this day for so long, particularly since everyone knew this was a mere stepping stone for one who has long been recognized as one of the most successful high school students in the country. Her grades and achievements through school have long been phenomenal on their own, and everyone who knows her has every confidence that these successes will continue. Thus, the importance of ceremony.
For many, the moment of high school graduation marks a moment of moving from a rather structured and simpler time in life to one where they truly do sink or swim. It is not a mark of success in life when one achieves the career of childhood dreams (not everyone is an astronaut or business mogul); what marks a good success is when one moves from child to respectable and contributing member of society. But a marvelous success is when a child grows from young child to young adult and embraces this daunting world with bright eyes looking forward and dreams pinging from every facet of a brilliant mind. This is the one I see in my daughter, and I brim with love and admiration because of it.
I agonized to see this because the past couple of years continually challenged my making what seemed like a simple journey. In fact, I had to place my present job at risk in order to be here (I was afforded the time off with a grumble and notification that I took advantage, along with hints that I pushed my luck) and we've had to nurse the pennies to ensure we could do this. But to see my daughter pursue something she wants while I had to grovel to those turning the cranks on my hamster wheel made jumping from the wheel even more worth it. Because they made it clear I was so lucky to be afforded the time (at great cost and effort on their part) it was clear that only some should enjoy moments in life such as these. I stole my moment, but the chances are good my daughter will never have to.
So, that's another good magical moment of the day. My father struggled to get what was a hard living. I have struggled to get what so many others make look so easy, and lost most of it. But for my daughter, it seems as though the sky is opening up to make way for her. By proxy, it feels as though her successes provide my largely anonymous and uneventful life some measure of satisfaction. Because while most of my dreams were replaced with hopes for some overtime and admissions of this is as good as it gets, someone I know and love gets to rise above that. Sure, none of us know for sure the future will bring what we expect (particularly in this socialist police state), but it feels wonderful to have confident hope.
So, later today, I will join the anonymous crowd as I often do and witness someone so vibrant and important launch from a moment of passing childhood days to the moment when the world states, come get some. But for this one, it is as though the arms of space and time open up as she pursues the sky and its secrets, so it isn't just the world placing a welcome mat, but the entirety of the universe.
With a warm and love-filled heart, we will watch her attain her high school diploma and then turn to literally pursue everything within the mysteries of the creation of God. And maybe I'm being a bit prejudiced, but wow if it doesn't feel as though He's enlightened the way.
Chase those dreams, Sierra Jade, and enjoy the miracles and mysteries of life.
Today, my first born daughter will graduate.
I guess that one of the several things that makes this a special moment is that she's just so incredibly smart. She's pursuing a continuing education at one of the finest schools teaching what she's pursuing, which is aeronautical engineering (rocket science) and she's shown every single sign that not only will she thrive, but lead the way as she leaves behind these childhood days and pursues the remainder of her future.
This one is particularly memorable for me because of some of the history here. Her mother and I split when she was barely getting any teeth in, but yet we were able to both work together to ensure I was an active and able part of our daughter's life. What made this difficult was space (ironically) after the two of them moved to Texas just after I had replanted roots in Florida. But before the move, my daughter was openly welcomed to the other family I became part of, and so many people were not the dramatic goofs all of us hear about in split families. I could go on and on in explanation, but suffice it to say there were no walls.
Before they moved, I spent as much time as I could with my daughter, making the best of the time as I could. We communicated, talked and learned, laughed and enjoyed one another's company. I can certainly say I so enjoyed those days when I had the time to spend with her. But the bigger thing was that this was not just a day with Dad, but these were the days when Dad could be there.
The move was hard for the two of us but not the end of anything. The telephone kept us together over the years along with a few visits. But wow if those visits weren't so few. Too few.
But fast forward to the present day. Just yesterday was the first day I had seen my daughter in nearly five years. The delay was caused by economic stressors everyone who knows me knows I am confident were contrived, so I take the corrupt actions of this government very personally. But other than being astonished by the transformation from kid to young woman (she's 18), it seemed as though there was almost no time since our last days together. We had done it; we had maintained the bond.
My wife and our younger daughter, who has years to go before graduation, drove from Florida to just past San Antonio, Texas, in a little Ford Escape (more irony? anyway...) in order to be there. The drive was just a breath over 1200 miles, done in about 26 hours. While I was more than ready to escape that car, it all drifted away when I saw my little girl race across a span in order to nearly knock me from my feet in a warm embrace. Yeah, not so little, anymore.
To make a significant point, one of the ways I've felt about my children was they're not mine and that their lives are theirs. So, to see this one at the edge of her future and loving the thought of it warms me so much. It doesn't matter that she is my biological daughter but that she's someone I adore who is genuinely doing it. I have seen a few others hit this age only to bog it all down with high hopes of strings of sitters while they run the hamster wheel of minion labor. To see this one, or any of them, escape that is worth celebrating.
My daughter has achieved incredible accolades when it comes to academic achievement, and has literally earned tens of thousands of dollars in scholarships put toward her continuing education, so that there is a sign she's already doing it. So today being a day where she'll, well, launch her life to new heights is a genuinely magical moment.
I have no doubt that today will surely witness some tear-filled moments. I have dreamed of (and agonized to make sure I was there to witness) this day for so long, particularly since everyone knew this was a mere stepping stone for one who has long been recognized as one of the most successful high school students in the country. Her grades and achievements through school have long been phenomenal on their own, and everyone who knows her has every confidence that these successes will continue. Thus, the importance of ceremony.
For many, the moment of high school graduation marks a moment of moving from a rather structured and simpler time in life to one where they truly do sink or swim. It is not a mark of success in life when one achieves the career of childhood dreams (not everyone is an astronaut or business mogul); what marks a good success is when one moves from child to respectable and contributing member of society. But a marvelous success is when a child grows from young child to young adult and embraces this daunting world with bright eyes looking forward and dreams pinging from every facet of a brilliant mind. This is the one I see in my daughter, and I brim with love and admiration because of it.
I agonized to see this because the past couple of years continually challenged my making what seemed like a simple journey. In fact, I had to place my present job at risk in order to be here (I was afforded the time off with a grumble and notification that I took advantage, along with hints that I pushed my luck) and we've had to nurse the pennies to ensure we could do this. But to see my daughter pursue something she wants while I had to grovel to those turning the cranks on my hamster wheel made jumping from the wheel even more worth it. Because they made it clear I was so lucky to be afforded the time (at great cost and effort on their part) it was clear that only some should enjoy moments in life such as these. I stole my moment, but the chances are good my daughter will never have to.
So, that's another good magical moment of the day. My father struggled to get what was a hard living. I have struggled to get what so many others make look so easy, and lost most of it. But for my daughter, it seems as though the sky is opening up to make way for her. By proxy, it feels as though her successes provide my largely anonymous and uneventful life some measure of satisfaction. Because while most of my dreams were replaced with hopes for some overtime and admissions of this is as good as it gets, someone I know and love gets to rise above that. Sure, none of us know for sure the future will bring what we expect (particularly in this socialist police state), but it feels wonderful to have confident hope.
So, later today, I will join the anonymous crowd as I often do and witness someone so vibrant and important launch from a moment of passing childhood days to the moment when the world states, come get some. But for this one, it is as though the arms of space and time open up as she pursues the sky and its secrets, so it isn't just the world placing a welcome mat, but the entirety of the universe.
With a warm and love-filled heart, we will watch her attain her high school diploma and then turn to literally pursue everything within the mysteries of the creation of God. And maybe I'm being a bit prejudiced, but wow if it doesn't feel as though He's enlightened the way.
Chase those dreams, Sierra Jade, and enjoy the miracles and mysteries of life.
Sunday, June 2, 2013
When Good People Do Nothing
The statement has been put so many ways but it always means the same thing.
The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.
The world will not be destroyed by those who do evil, but by those who watch them without doing anything. Dear Readers, Einstein said that one.
Silence in the face of evil is itself evil; God will not hold us guiltless- Martin Luther King
Silence in the face of injustice is the approval of injustice- Ginetta Sagan
It seems the evidence is clear that the world is comprised mostly of good and decent people, but the evidence is equally clear that the world has gone the way of Planet Batshit because these so-called good people refuse to do anything effective about the evil all around them. In fact, the evidence is overwhelmingly clear that effectively everyone refuses to actively work towards a better world.
While there are certainly good people working towards some sort of solution to many of the world's worst problems, it also seem more than evident that these efforts possess poor, poor mileage. There are those who speak out and protest numerous issues, but those issues continue to propagate because (and it amazes me that I have to point this out) mere protests and verbal disagreements do not hold the power required to affect a positive change.
Yes, there is some evidence that raising awareness does help to a degree, but another symptom is that those committing their evils merely need to reorganize in order to step away from the awareness. This is how forced prostitution ended up on sites like Back Page; people felt that forcing young girls to sell their bodies to strangers in order to avoid another moment of brutality was untoward on the open streets under the light of day.
But the problem didn't go away; it merely went where it could operate even more profitably for those who enjoy it and profit from it. Thus, the sale of kidnapped young women and girls for the sake of forced prostitution and for the profit of the slave owners who control these girls is the second most common organized crime, directly behind drugs. And what is even more bizarre is that many former drug runners and sellers are turning to Human Trafficking because it is so much easier and the product can be sold again and again and again.
Human Trafficking
We do need to continue with this subject matter in the greatest of detail, mainly because it is easily supportable that this crime is the single greatest evil in the world today. I ask that my readers do not turn a blind eye to this tragedy, but actively seek the information as it exists in order to bring both awareness and a greater potential for action against this.
If people know what it is when they see it, they'll be more likely to affect a change. For too long, the witnessing of very young girls acting as prostitutes on a corner was seen as them being tramps and whores by birth, when in fact these girls have been forced by their captors at continual threat of their safety as well as the safety of their families. These girls have been forced into the crime of slavery right before the eyes of the public, who turned their backs in disgust.
Finally, the world is waking up to this, yet so little is being actually done and those who commit and partake of this crime are virtually doing cartwheels up and down the street because of how easy the crime is to continue with and keep going at max profit. After all, while more and more people are becoming aware of this, the effective amount of them who are taking part to stop this are such a sad few. In fact, many of my readers already know I truly believe and support the theory that the government and high echelon law enforcement are not just complicit in this crime, but actively supporting it. Just like the Reagan Administration pushed tons of drugs into the open market (during Just Say No) in order to fund the Iran/Contra debacle, the world's governments of today are surely supporting Human Trafficking as a wondrous means of keeping an otherwise stagnant economy thriving.
How dare I make such a claim? This is the number two organized crime in the world. The average consumer of this crime is all around us as the everyday guy who desires cheap sex for a cheap price. The demographic has made it clear that younger and younger girls are what's wanted. Now, if these dirtbags who are otherwise the everyday guy can find these girls and turn this crime into one of this immense popularity, then there's no way law enforcement is somehow 'stumped' as to what to do about it. They are actively NOT doing anything about it and that is as obvious as daylight. So, there must be a reason they're not doing anything, and it's too easy to assume law enforcement is in on the crime.
But the greatest crime is that the world over has become more aware of this than ever before, but it's still going strong. How does a race such as humanity turn a blind eye to the forced slavery of its most innocent and defenseless and just continue forward with vacation plans while concentrating on how to perfect the pizza? Why aren't we on our feet and actively seeking the rescue of these innocent victims?
Because we would be seen as the criminals (and would be treated as such) if we took an active stance, and everyone is far more afraid of that than seeing that eleven year old girl turn her fifteenth trick of the day while handing over every cent she earned to the monster who earns 200 grand a year without a high school diploma through marketing his stable of kidnapped children.
I'll ask it again: What are we?
Pet Overpopulation
I don't want to go on and on about this one, but it deserves attention and should be mentioned. I don't have to say a lot because the situation speaks for itself, but this is a monstrous mess. The shelters in every single city in the nation (and around the world) is full of unwanted dogs and cats, but every dipshit asshole living within proximity of these places is more than happy to allow their animals to continue cranking out more and more unwanted progeny. Cats are literally worthless in that they cannot be sold (unless their of a special breed) and so often can't even be given away, simply because there are so many of them that we literally don't know what to do with them all, yet the unchecked population continues to rise.
The dog is the perfect example of the subject of this blog. The dog is not a creature of nature but a thing created by humanity for the benefit of humanity. How odd it is that we look at the dog as Man's best friend yet treat this species the way we do, all the while the entire world watches and doesn't even shrug. This is how we treat our friends? No wonder aliens won't talk to us.
The dog is such a wreck because this poor creature has been so poorly inbred in order to create greater and greater examples of obscene abominations, yet everyone looks at these freaks and goes, "Aww!"
They are not cute; the cuter they get, the more of an abomination they are, because they perpetrate a continued act of evil against their own kind. There are literally millions of unwanted dogs while the dog breeding and selling industry continues to thrive. This is Planet Batshit at its best, my friends.
Child and Spouse Abuse
Not only are our most innocent being sold into sex slavery, but even more of them are tormented and tortured and even horribly beaten to death everyday at the hands of parents and caretakers, and this has been going on since the dawn of time. But what do we do when we see two grown adults stomping the shit out of a little child?
"Yeah, give the snot one for me."
Dafuq? Okay, spare the rod and spoil the child was horribly misunderstood. A child being raised with discipline and consequences is smart because all adults must live with an understanding and appreciation for discipline and consequences, and all adults were once children. But does a ball team send out a team of goons to beat a ball player who accidentally misses a catch? If not, why do we treat our children this way.
And it just astounds me that the world views the horrors of the Muslim culture as mere culture when children are regularly brutalized in that culture, all women have been savagely mutilated against their will, all to be considered worthy by their captors, and all their females are born only to be beaten and savaged and raped by their cowardly males, and the rest of the world shrugs and calls it culture.
You know what? Fuck you. There's no good reason in the Universe to support this heinous condition, but all the world does it, anyway.
We feel saddened when we hear of what a child suffered for years at the hands of an abusive parent or guardian (a laughable label), and we never hear of the actions until they became so severe that the evil spilled over into the eyes of the public. But each and every incident is treated as an isolated incident. That is such bullshit, since anyone with sense knows full well it is going on all around us, at all times.
Anyone who knows me knows I am a full supporter of equal rights, rights to privacy, and Constitutional law. I cannot support Unconstitutional searches, but I believe we should simply be looking out for the citizens who are not old enough to vote or make their own way, and we should take the time to ensure they are really okay. This doesn't have to be an inquisition; the rights of the child to live properly should not be usurped by the rights of the parents. That is not living equally by any stretch.
We all have equal rights under the law. We're all created equal in the eyes of our Creator. Unless we're a child. If you're a kid, everyone else loves seeing you stomped when you failed to know better than to piss off whoever is stomping you. Oh, and by the way, fuck you until your suffering hurts our feelings.
Familial Suicide
While this is not nearly as prevalent as child abuse, this has become a trendy fad at times. What is meant here is when a family member, often a parent and often the father, goes crazy and thinks it's a good idea to kill every family member and then commit suicide, effectively wiping out the entire family.
This one is a tough one because it is hard for the public at large to see what's happening, but I feel confident that the extended family of the victims saw the signs. Just like with the above subject of child abuse, there is nearly always someone who know what tragedies are occurring, but somehow finds it better to turn a blind eye. In the case of these families lost to this madness, there are others households with family members who knew of the anger and madness in the other home, filled with their loved ones.
While I will openly admit that it is hard to cross the boundary of privacy (I grew up in a house full of abuse and I know many family members knew of it, and I knew of it) but we must recognize that we need to get better at recognizing the vulgar double standard of what is and what is not just. Just because we're related to them, it doesn't mean we should see the madness as somehow justified in order to support some offender just because they're related. This should be recognized as heinous arrogance.
The dysfunctional family is the norm and the families not enduring said dysfunction do not exist. Everyone gets it. But if you saw a man go over and slap the hell out of an innocent woman in the supermarket for no apparent reason, particularly if it was apparent these two did not know one another, then how does it add up to allow the guy to treat his wife this way?
It does not. This is merely an act of good people doing nothing in the face of evil.
Political Corruption
This is clearly everyone's favorite, but that is exactly what makes it so inexcusable. What can I say that anyone reading this doesn't already know? Anyone with any sense knows the madness occurring within the political arena is utter madness, but it's actually become a subject of humor rather than seen as the fastest train to Hell.
Let's go right back to the act of heinous arrogance. People tolerate the corruption and criminal acts of the Obama administration because they support the Democratic party and hate George Bush. Welcome to Planet Batshit. People supported the crimes of the Bush administration because they supported the Republicans and loathed the Liberal agenda. Not any better by any stretch.
I cannot support the Liberals or Progressives, as you'll see below. But right and wrong cannot be replaced by right and left, but that is precisely what's gone on. The result? The United States of America, which was once a free nation governed by its own, has become a Socialist police state with its citizenry afraid of every shadow. And what's even better is that people still buy into the lie that the entire fault lies in the lap of "That party over there."
Well, they don't really buy into that; they simply find it easier to pretend they do in order to look the other way from the obvious corruption destined to bring the world closer to the brink of calamity.
We laugh and scoff when we see North Korea and other dictatorships hold their own people hostage, but it's beyond sad when we watch the Benghazi scandal, or Fast & Furious, or whatever else and not demand a complete uprising on the part of the country's people. Not an uprising of arms and other craziness (who are you going to fight?), but an uprising of voices and fingers pointing into the faces of the politically influential and saying, "You are full of shit and everyone knows it. You need to get fucked and get lost."
We need to force wrestling tights onto the politicians and toss them into a steel cage, and then unleash our favorite wrestlers on them until they submit. I would pay good money to see The Rock bounce Diane Feinstein off the mat with one suplex after another. To see him dropkick her over the ropes and into the chain link would prompt tumescence that could cut glass.
I have no doubt there is so much more to add to this, and I'm sure I will with future posts. But I think I have gone on enough to indicate that our silence in the face of wrong is in itself wrong. Turning a blind eye to evil is more heinous an evil than what is no longer perceived.
Don't be afraid to be an asshole. Speak out against the wrongs, the evils, and the injustices with clarity and confidence.
The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.
The world will not be destroyed by those who do evil, but by those who watch them without doing anything. Dear Readers, Einstein said that one.
Silence in the face of evil is itself evil; God will not hold us guiltless- Martin Luther King
Silence in the face of injustice is the approval of injustice- Ginetta Sagan
It seems the evidence is clear that the world is comprised mostly of good and decent people, but the evidence is equally clear that the world has gone the way of Planet Batshit because these so-called good people refuse to do anything effective about the evil all around them. In fact, the evidence is overwhelmingly clear that effectively everyone refuses to actively work towards a better world.
While there are certainly good people working towards some sort of solution to many of the world's worst problems, it also seem more than evident that these efforts possess poor, poor mileage. There are those who speak out and protest numerous issues, but those issues continue to propagate because (and it amazes me that I have to point this out) mere protests and verbal disagreements do not hold the power required to affect a positive change.
Yes, there is some evidence that raising awareness does help to a degree, but another symptom is that those committing their evils merely need to reorganize in order to step away from the awareness. This is how forced prostitution ended up on sites like Back Page; people felt that forcing young girls to sell their bodies to strangers in order to avoid another moment of brutality was untoward on the open streets under the light of day.
But the problem didn't go away; it merely went where it could operate even more profitably for those who enjoy it and profit from it. Thus, the sale of kidnapped young women and girls for the sake of forced prostitution and for the profit of the slave owners who control these girls is the second most common organized crime, directly behind drugs. And what is even more bizarre is that many former drug runners and sellers are turning to Human Trafficking because it is so much easier and the product can be sold again and again and again.
Human Trafficking
We do need to continue with this subject matter in the greatest of detail, mainly because it is easily supportable that this crime is the single greatest evil in the world today. I ask that my readers do not turn a blind eye to this tragedy, but actively seek the information as it exists in order to bring both awareness and a greater potential for action against this.
If people know what it is when they see it, they'll be more likely to affect a change. For too long, the witnessing of very young girls acting as prostitutes on a corner was seen as them being tramps and whores by birth, when in fact these girls have been forced by their captors at continual threat of their safety as well as the safety of their families. These girls have been forced into the crime of slavery right before the eyes of the public, who turned their backs in disgust.
Finally, the world is waking up to this, yet so little is being actually done and those who commit and partake of this crime are virtually doing cartwheels up and down the street because of how easy the crime is to continue with and keep going at max profit. After all, while more and more people are becoming aware of this, the effective amount of them who are taking part to stop this are such a sad few. In fact, many of my readers already know I truly believe and support the theory that the government and high echelon law enforcement are not just complicit in this crime, but actively supporting it. Just like the Reagan Administration pushed tons of drugs into the open market (during Just Say No) in order to fund the Iran/Contra debacle, the world's governments of today are surely supporting Human Trafficking as a wondrous means of keeping an otherwise stagnant economy thriving.
How dare I make such a claim? This is the number two organized crime in the world. The average consumer of this crime is all around us as the everyday guy who desires cheap sex for a cheap price. The demographic has made it clear that younger and younger girls are what's wanted. Now, if these dirtbags who are otherwise the everyday guy can find these girls and turn this crime into one of this immense popularity, then there's no way law enforcement is somehow 'stumped' as to what to do about it. They are actively NOT doing anything about it and that is as obvious as daylight. So, there must be a reason they're not doing anything, and it's too easy to assume law enforcement is in on the crime.
But the greatest crime is that the world over has become more aware of this than ever before, but it's still going strong. How does a race such as humanity turn a blind eye to the forced slavery of its most innocent and defenseless and just continue forward with vacation plans while concentrating on how to perfect the pizza? Why aren't we on our feet and actively seeking the rescue of these innocent victims?
Because we would be seen as the criminals (and would be treated as such) if we took an active stance, and everyone is far more afraid of that than seeing that eleven year old girl turn her fifteenth trick of the day while handing over every cent she earned to the monster who earns 200 grand a year without a high school diploma through marketing his stable of kidnapped children.
I'll ask it again: What are we?
Pet Overpopulation
I don't want to go on and on about this one, but it deserves attention and should be mentioned. I don't have to say a lot because the situation speaks for itself, but this is a monstrous mess. The shelters in every single city in the nation (and around the world) is full of unwanted dogs and cats, but every dipshit asshole living within proximity of these places is more than happy to allow their animals to continue cranking out more and more unwanted progeny. Cats are literally worthless in that they cannot be sold (unless their of a special breed) and so often can't even be given away, simply because there are so many of them that we literally don't know what to do with them all, yet the unchecked population continues to rise.
The dog is the perfect example of the subject of this blog. The dog is not a creature of nature but a thing created by humanity for the benefit of humanity. How odd it is that we look at the dog as Man's best friend yet treat this species the way we do, all the while the entire world watches and doesn't even shrug. This is how we treat our friends? No wonder aliens won't talk to us.
The dog is such a wreck because this poor creature has been so poorly inbred in order to create greater and greater examples of obscene abominations, yet everyone looks at these freaks and goes, "Aww!"
They are not cute; the cuter they get, the more of an abomination they are, because they perpetrate a continued act of evil against their own kind. There are literally millions of unwanted dogs while the dog breeding and selling industry continues to thrive. This is Planet Batshit at its best, my friends.
Child and Spouse Abuse
Not only are our most innocent being sold into sex slavery, but even more of them are tormented and tortured and even horribly beaten to death everyday at the hands of parents and caretakers, and this has been going on since the dawn of time. But what do we do when we see two grown adults stomping the shit out of a little child?
"Yeah, give the snot one for me."
Dafuq? Okay, spare the rod and spoil the child was horribly misunderstood. A child being raised with discipline and consequences is smart because all adults must live with an understanding and appreciation for discipline and consequences, and all adults were once children. But does a ball team send out a team of goons to beat a ball player who accidentally misses a catch? If not, why do we treat our children this way.
And it just astounds me that the world views the horrors of the Muslim culture as mere culture when children are regularly brutalized in that culture, all women have been savagely mutilated against their will, all to be considered worthy by their captors, and all their females are born only to be beaten and savaged and raped by their cowardly males, and the rest of the world shrugs and calls it culture.
You know what? Fuck you. There's no good reason in the Universe to support this heinous condition, but all the world does it, anyway.
We feel saddened when we hear of what a child suffered for years at the hands of an abusive parent or guardian (a laughable label), and we never hear of the actions until they became so severe that the evil spilled over into the eyes of the public. But each and every incident is treated as an isolated incident. That is such bullshit, since anyone with sense knows full well it is going on all around us, at all times.
Anyone who knows me knows I am a full supporter of equal rights, rights to privacy, and Constitutional law. I cannot support Unconstitutional searches, but I believe we should simply be looking out for the citizens who are not old enough to vote or make their own way, and we should take the time to ensure they are really okay. This doesn't have to be an inquisition; the rights of the child to live properly should not be usurped by the rights of the parents. That is not living equally by any stretch.
We all have equal rights under the law. We're all created equal in the eyes of our Creator. Unless we're a child. If you're a kid, everyone else loves seeing you stomped when you failed to know better than to piss off whoever is stomping you. Oh, and by the way, fuck you until your suffering hurts our feelings.
Familial Suicide
While this is not nearly as prevalent as child abuse, this has become a trendy fad at times. What is meant here is when a family member, often a parent and often the father, goes crazy and thinks it's a good idea to kill every family member and then commit suicide, effectively wiping out the entire family.
This one is a tough one because it is hard for the public at large to see what's happening, but I feel confident that the extended family of the victims saw the signs. Just like with the above subject of child abuse, there is nearly always someone who know what tragedies are occurring, but somehow finds it better to turn a blind eye. In the case of these families lost to this madness, there are others households with family members who knew of the anger and madness in the other home, filled with their loved ones.
While I will openly admit that it is hard to cross the boundary of privacy (I grew up in a house full of abuse and I know many family members knew of it, and I knew of it) but we must recognize that we need to get better at recognizing the vulgar double standard of what is and what is not just. Just because we're related to them, it doesn't mean we should see the madness as somehow justified in order to support some offender just because they're related. This should be recognized as heinous arrogance.
The dysfunctional family is the norm and the families not enduring said dysfunction do not exist. Everyone gets it. But if you saw a man go over and slap the hell out of an innocent woman in the supermarket for no apparent reason, particularly if it was apparent these two did not know one another, then how does it add up to allow the guy to treat his wife this way?
It does not. This is merely an act of good people doing nothing in the face of evil.
Political Corruption
This is clearly everyone's favorite, but that is exactly what makes it so inexcusable. What can I say that anyone reading this doesn't already know? Anyone with any sense knows the madness occurring within the political arena is utter madness, but it's actually become a subject of humor rather than seen as the fastest train to Hell.
Let's go right back to the act of heinous arrogance. People tolerate the corruption and criminal acts of the Obama administration because they support the Democratic party and hate George Bush. Welcome to Planet Batshit. People supported the crimes of the Bush administration because they supported the Republicans and loathed the Liberal agenda. Not any better by any stretch.
I cannot support the Liberals or Progressives, as you'll see below. But right and wrong cannot be replaced by right and left, but that is precisely what's gone on. The result? The United States of America, which was once a free nation governed by its own, has become a Socialist police state with its citizenry afraid of every shadow. And what's even better is that people still buy into the lie that the entire fault lies in the lap of "That party over there."
Well, they don't really buy into that; they simply find it easier to pretend they do in order to look the other way from the obvious corruption destined to bring the world closer to the brink of calamity.
We laugh and scoff when we see North Korea and other dictatorships hold their own people hostage, but it's beyond sad when we watch the Benghazi scandal, or Fast & Furious, or whatever else and not demand a complete uprising on the part of the country's people. Not an uprising of arms and other craziness (who are you going to fight?), but an uprising of voices and fingers pointing into the faces of the politically influential and saying, "You are full of shit and everyone knows it. You need to get fucked and get lost."
We need to force wrestling tights onto the politicians and toss them into a steel cage, and then unleash our favorite wrestlers on them until they submit. I would pay good money to see The Rock bounce Diane Feinstein off the mat with one suplex after another. To see him dropkick her over the ropes and into the chain link would prompt tumescence that could cut glass.
I have no doubt there is so much more to add to this, and I'm sure I will with future posts. But I think I have gone on enough to indicate that our silence in the face of wrong is in itself wrong. Turning a blind eye to evil is more heinous an evil than what is no longer perceived.
Don't be afraid to be an asshole. Speak out against the wrongs, the evils, and the injustices with clarity and confidence.
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