Saturday, June 20, 2020

Well, you asked for it.


Well, you asked for logical reasoning, so here it is in abundance. It's a long slog, so you might not understand what you're in for. If you do, then dive right in! 

It's too long to post on Facebook, so I'm using my blog site. Have fun!
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Luckily for us, we're human beings and can choose how to remember things, without ignoring the facts of history... we can choose to remember the dead, rotting corpses of assholes, now safely 6 feet underground where they belong, who decided to erect these Confederate monuments. We can choose to ignore their asshole reasons, their asshole attitudes, their asshole actions, etc.

We can, of course, choose to remember those assholes, and hold grudges against the dead. However, I detect a problem here. How are supposed to hold grudges against people who are dead and gone, right now in the present? The people who choose to hold these grudges against the dead and allow hatred to grow within them, more often than not, develop a sense of misplaced righteous anger, which can often lead to a proclivity toward violent actions in order to right these wrongs of the past.

Folly. Pure folly.

Again, luckily for us, we can also choose not to give a flying fuck about dead assholes and whatever racist bullshit that was contained in their dead, rotting brains, which are now merely food for worms.
We can instead choose to view Confederate statues, if not at face value as works of art, then more importantly, we can choose to view them and remember them as very public, very visible reminders of our past mistakes.

We can also chose to view them as memorials to the forgotten dead... our ancestors in fact, who have no gravestones to point to, proclaiming they ever even existed at all. Especially all the dead children who were conscripted or joined as Confederate soldiers... also dead. The respected dead deserve these Confederate monuments as memorials to their lives as our fellow human beings. These monuments are a part of our history, as ugly as some people may find that fact to behold.

In essence, these monuments are here now, and those who erected them are dead and gone, along with whatever fucked up reasons they originally had in mind for erecting them.

We're also extremely lucky to live in a country where they let us choose how we want to think, as long as we keep such thoughts to ourselves, if they're extremely demented and prone toward violence and not acted upon. Thank God most of us aren't bent that way.

We can also choose to continue to get all butthurt about the past, or we can get the fuck over it and continue with the process of moving on, today. If I can do it, anyone can.

For example:

I've been to jail twice in my life because of warrants issued for unpaid traffic tickets. It was an extremely unpleasant experience, both times. I was treated as a murderer, as opposed to a mere traffic offender. One especially unpleasant memory was being stripped naked in a room full of other naked men, then hosed down violently with a high pressure fire hose. Where was the need for that?

Another memory is of one particular cop who, for some vile reason - probably job dissatisfaction - decided that it was necessary to point out to me, constantly and very loudly so that everyone could hear, of how ugly I was, how bad I smelled, of his obvious distaste with my attire, that if it was up to him he'd cut my hair - which reaches down past the middle of my back - right then and there, how Ill kempt I was... all of it generally untrue.

He was compelled, for whatever deranged reason in his unbalanced noggin, too recite this unceasing observation of how disgusting I was, ceaselessly.

When he asked if I was on any meds, and I answered, yes... Celexa, for depression, he practically threw a goddamn hissy fit right then and there, like a two year old! He made his opinion regarding his dissatisfaction with my mental well being very clear to me, very loudly, and with lots of gesticulating and shoiting.

You wanna know why? It was because it meant he'd have to drive me across town for a medical evaluation. What I wanted from say to him was this:

"Quit your bitching and do the job we pay you to do, you fucking pig. I pay part of the taxes that pay your rent, asshole."

Instead I told him to just forget that I'd mentioned it. This seemed to satiate him GREATLY. My good deed for the day. And guess what? Thisas a black cop. It didn't make me prejudiced shit black cops, but never in my life have I witnessed a grown man behave more like an impudent child than I did that day during my processing at Lew Sterrit. And for a traffic misdemeanor!

My time spent in the actual cell at Lew Sterrit County was more unpleasant than then the time I went to jail in Austin, again for traffic tickets. I used a boloney sandwich for a pillow.

Anyway Yeah, I had some no-no's on my record. However, being completely deprived of my dignity on both occasions of arrest and processing, for mere traffic issues was, excuse the pun - unwarranted. I definitely learned my lesson, though!

However, I don't have it in for the cops. I don't want to tear down the courthouse. I don't bear any grudges at all for the degrading way I was treated. I got over it, and I got on with my life.

I could point to dozens of injustices which have been carried out, performed, thought, and flat out committed against me, completely unfairly, merely because of the way I look. Only for that reason. I know what the opposite of white privilege means and feels like, because I've experienced it countless times. So when I say I have a good idea of how black people feel, you can take that to the bank as the truth.

The fact happens to remain that we can choose to get over unfortunate shit that's happened to us in our lives. Thank God nobody today living as an American citizen has ever had to endure institutionalized slavery. It was gotten rid of for a reason.
It's possible to just get over it, you know. That may sound crass and insensitive, but it's the truth. It's a choice we can all make together.

Can we not choose together, to get over this bunch of bullshit happening today, that nobody alive today had anything to do with? It's an issue that dates back, beginning 165 years ago in reverse, and people still want to bitch and moan about it, as if slavery actually happened to them! Or as if the civil war actually happened to them! Black, Confederate, Union, or otherwise!

I understand that the idea and practice of racism is still alive and well today. Haven't we come pretty far though, compared to 165 years ago? I think we have. Imagine what it will be like 165 years from NOW. Push cool idea, huh?

So, yeah.

Some people just get a kick out of stirring up the anthill. Real life Trolls.
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Here's one fact that not many people are aware of. Presently, we are living in the most peaceful time in the history of the human race.




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Even with all the apparent good news, I'm having a hard time this year, despite my status as a bonafide lunatician. I'm bamamboozled. That's as far as I can come to decribing, in one simple word, what the events occurring now (I'm not talking about that stupid virus) are causing me to be feeling. It's an unnatural urge to let my voice be known regarding some of the goings on of a political nature. There are several to choose from, lately. It's a somewhat unsettling proclivity for me.

This is NOT my norm. I'm usually opposed to, or at the very least casually indifferent to politics - and I hesitate to refer to it as such, - it's nature.

My usual antics when an ubiquiitous, polarized political situation becomes widely prominent, battering the attention givers with the most dire of news since Climate Change, were widely prominent, if you read what I post regularly. I suspect that most people don't. Anyway.

Climate Change was all that we used to yammer on and on about. It did elicite a common reaction from a goodly sized portion of the American public (and what a load of Hairy Hogwash that great fear of Climate Change still is, I tell you) to accept it as fact, anyway.

Here's what the common reaction to Climate Change used to be - and maybe still is - based on the sheer amount of misinformation that has been, and is still, being dished out to we, the commoners:

"Oh noes! Climate Change is Going to Murder the Earth in 12 Years, and it's TOO LATE TO STOP IT!'" (this statement and the prevailing attitude that goes with it is the most mountainous load of horseshit from which anyone has ever tried to construct a convincing, but more importantly, a valid argument. Except maybe for zeitgeist. What a load of excrement that was. Anyway).

Bow howdy, did Climate Change ever get the boot from the news when the impeachment hearings started, though! Did anybody else notice that? That Climate Change was practically amputated from the American mindset? You know, the one that makes the determination between:

"Is this interesting?"
and
"Who gives a shit?"

It's a good thing the impeachment came along when it did. It was about time we were allowed to have some fun!

But then, Sigh...

This stupid virus that has the entire planets' panties in a bunch came limping along. Nobody cares about the impeachment anymore. Nobody even remembers Greta Thunderburger anymore. Everything worth an interesting, time wasting damn experience disappeared from online and cable news except that stupid virus...

But, of course, there's still tons of news if you've selected 'technology' and 'science' as your interests on Google News, like I have.
There are:

SpaceX, Blue Origin, Northrop Grumman, Lockheed Martin, Boeing, and even NASA, all in on the game now, after 9 years of having to hitch rides with angry Russians aboard outdated Soyuz spacecraft! And that's not even really counting the Chinese, Indian, Japanese and European space programs!

Yeah, those guys are like our younger, dumber brothers when it comes to space engineering. But there they are, and maybe they'll grow up and do some awesome shit!
HELL YEAH, GO SPACEX! AND ALL OTHER SPACE PROGRAMS, ALL OVER THE WORLD! EVERYBODY IS ROOTING FOR YOU!

And now, I proudly present, for last:

The official U.S. Space Force! We finally have one now! YEE-HAW, and again, it's about damn time!

Allow me to post some links of interest:
SpaceX - Falcon 9 Heavy and Crew Dragon, plus the Starship Project
https://www.spacex.com/

Blue Origin - New Shepard, and New Glen launch vehicles, and the Blue Moon Lunar Transit Vehicle
https://www.nasa.gov/press-release/nasa-awards-northrop-grumman-artemis-contract-for-gateway-crew-cabin

Lockeed Martin Orion Crew ww.bloomberg.com/news/articles/2019-09-23/lockheed-wins-4-6-billion-nasa-contract-for-orion-spacecraftLockheed

Boeing Starliner Crew Capsule http://www.boeing.com/space/starliner/

NASA Artemis
www.nasa.gov/specials/artemis/

The United States Space Force

https://www.spaceforce.mil

I, of course, got sidetracked with my digression as usual.

As I was about to say before I went off the rails, the Fear Tactic used by those who wield power are in a constant state of planning and implementing it, as a means to control us.

What scared the buhjeebubs out of us before Climate Change? Was it North Korea? What was before that? Oh yeah, Trump got elected and the world went Apeshit.

Before that, there was always the fear of the polls being rigged. Also, there's always been the fear that our due process will begin to be systematically denied as a matter of course, with more and more visible atrocities being committed against blacks... but there are things being hidden from us by the powerful, who have the clout to enforce this agenda, too.

Why, for instance, is violence against black people by police constantly being printed at the tops of the headlines, and videos of these acts of violence placed in the forefronts of our awareness? Surely there are just as many miscarriages of justice being committed against whites, among other races. Someone is making a choice to popularize one form of news and cover up another.

This, too me, is obviously yet another Scare Tactic, one designed purposefully to control our actions and reactions to the current situation of injustice, and to reinforce an overall State of Fear.

I remember when I was a little kid, we only needed one Fear Tactic - Nuclear War. I existed for most of my childhood inside a constant State of Fear that nuclear war was imminent, and would surely happen any day now. I was more sure of that than anything else during those years from the mid-70's to the early 90's. Thank God it never happened, and hasn't happened yet.

Oh. And one more thing:

IT'S NOT PRONOUNCED NUCULAR, FOR CRISSSKES, it's pronounced NUCLEAR!

Whew!

Back to it. Shit tons of people will disagree with this, but I have 4.5 billion years backing me up.

Nothing is wrong with the planet. It's been chugging along, just fine, doing what planets do, for 4.5 billion years. Then we came along. Our entirety of existence on this world, compared to how long this world has been doing just fine without us, is roughly 200,000 years.

200,000 years of having human beings on this planet who differ from one another only culturally, and not genetically at all, is maybe just a slight yawn for this ancient world. Anyone who seriously considers that we, as Homo Sapiens, represent a legitimate threat to Planet Dirt, has a Brain Bungle and needs to get it fixed. The message should read, not:

SAVE THE PLANET!
(how pretentious)

It should read:

SAVE THE HUMANS!
(this is the correct, non-pretentious, and a far more honest slogan)

A word to the wise, folks. The Planet is fine and dandy, and you can take this to the bank. It's us, the human beings, who might be fucked.

Fast forward until now. I'm a lot older, a lot more cynical, WAY less idealistic, I don't trust anything from the media, and I especially don't trust the system of politics, or politicians. I can only consider what information I have because of those in charge, the ones telling us the Big Things.

That they're only telling a partial truth that's part of a bigger truth, one that they don't want known, or that maybe they're flat out lying to us, I'll never know, and there's no way TO know. It SUCKS and I don't trust it. Not ONE BIT.

Somebody tell me a sure fire way to KNOW, with ABSOLUTE CERTAINTY, that one person is telling me the unblemished truth... be it face to face, through the TV, a recorded broadcast, a live broadcast, and similarly with radio and what I read in the news online - news which comes from a myriad of websites - and also from what was written by one person but published by someone else, who might have made editorial changes to fit his own agenda, by hiding the truth that way. I need this method, this machine, this, this... this Power of Truth, or whatever.

If some one has a doo-dad that will do all that, one that I can put my trust inside of with all my heart, then I might decide to start participating in the political system. Until then, you guys are better off without me.

This Fear Tactic, whether motivated by racial inequality, police agendas, military control of American citizens, peaceful protests, sometimes violent protests, curfews, the loomig threat of the removal of our civil rights, police brutality... all of it is a politically absurd device which endorses the case for an increasing climate of change; one with fear always being its' goal.

It wouldn't surprise me one bit if a limited nuclear exchange occurred between Israel and just about every country in the Middle East who hates Israel, or a similar nuclear exchange between India and Pakistan, just to scare the pants off of us. It's all part of the game of political life on Earth, and the goal of those with enough power to play the game are continually striving toward a constant State of Fear.

If I can offer any proof that this is a real tool used by those in power to keep the masses in check, it was the complete, confident statement issued by the G.W. Bush administration, declaring with absolute certainty to the American public, and to the entire world, that WMD's existed in Iraq, as a statement of FACT.

None were ever found.

My ending point after all this is a long, elaborate post which takes its inspiration and subject matter from hither and yon, with the essence being to bring attention to this purposeful State of Fear being projected upon the American public, as far as I can know...

Which is a considerable amount of information about this planet we live on by the way, including its' physical properties, the likely method of its' formation, basic plate tectonics, how the Gulf Steam influences the weather patterns worldwide, why the overwhelming amount of tornadoes occur mostly only in the American midwest and Bangladesh, a layman's understanding of the various stages of our worlds' development, including some of the more simple evolutionary lessons of our planet AS a planet, which I will now present for your reading pleasure, from back to front:

There are very early ersas of our planets' history, beginning about four and a half billion years ago. The most distant era begins with the Hadeon era, a period of heavy bombardment of our proto-planet by meteors, comets and planetoids, which added mass to the Earth, and helped it to take shape. The Moon came along at some point during the Hadeon, most likely as the result of the collision between the Earth and a Mars sized proto-planet also in the process of forming, retroactively named Theia. The resulting collision shattered chunks of the Earth and Theia, which eventually coalesced and formed the Moon... or Luna, which is the officially recognized name of planet Earths' moon.

The Archean era, beginning about 3.5 billion years ago, was when the first microbial life appeared in the recently formed oceans of Earth.

The Proterozoic era, a time during which oxygen was first introduced in abundance into our atmosphere by a proliferation of oceanic plant life, also included a time from about two billion years ago, when the Earth was completely covered, pole to pole, with ice.

Then came the really interesting eras -
The Paleozoic, the Mesozoic, and Cenozoic eras, which began about 500,000,000 years ago. That is, about five hundred million years.

Those three fairly recent - in geological terms, anyway - eras are largely defined by the sudden, as yet to be explained, explosion of complex life upon the Earth, both upon land and in water alike. Called the 'Cambrian Explosion', it was a relatively brief time consisting of an extreme evolutionary event. Complex creatures began to appear, which evolved at an incredible rate.

Many of these animals, most of them sea creatures, shared a common distinction... nature had invented vertebrates. That is, they all had backbones.

The discovery of the first presence of fossilized vertebrates are more or less a a bullseye caught between the sights of modern history, compared to the very ancient.

The discovery of the first fossilized vertebrates tells a extremely accurate story as to when in the history of the Earth the evolution of what we could truly call complex life - life of a kind that we can begin to compare, with real meaning, to very similar forms of life which are proliferate today.

Summed up simply, the vertebra is the so-called Gold Standard when comparing the evolution of more complex life, as it moves away from previous, more primitive types.

It all happened as a result of, as I've mentioned, the 'Cambrian Explosion'.
It's this last era of the Cambrian Explosion, which is sort of an all descriptive term decribing three different eras, back to back.
The last one of these 'mini-eras' which existed as a result of the Cambrian Explosion was the Cenozioc, the time during which mammals evolved. And about 4/5ths of the way through the combined Paleozoic, Mesozoic and Cenozoic eras - that is, right on the heads off the very first mammals that ever existed - an asteroid about 6 to 10 miles wide impacted the Yucatan basin in the Gulf of Mexico.

Some of the ejecta was blown away at high velocity from the sheer force of the impact, and were actually blasted into outer space. Some escaped the Earths' gravity, while some went into orbit.

Then there were the few scadzillion chunks of future Mexico, including large parts of the seafloor which would have become The Gulf of Mexico a few dozen million years later, which achieved suborbital velocities and, as a result, started to re-enter the atmosphere. Suddenly, chunks of earth ranging in size from a speck of dust to boulders the size of a house, and larger, began raining back into the atmosphere, all over the Earth.

There was so much ejecta coming into that the Earths' atmosphere that the heat of what must have been millions of meteoroids entering the atmosphere for a good long while - days, maybe - combined, resulting in a global air temperature of about 600° F, evenly distributed over the Earths' surface.

Needless to say, much more surface life survived if it was able to dig deep underground... and some were able to, and
some survived. They were mostly the mammals, and possibly some lizards and insects.

Other larger animals, most of them being some of the dinosaurs we recognize even to this day, which had thrived on the surface of the Earth for millions of years, didn't have much of a choice, or a chance. They either stayed on the surface and were roasted alive in the 600° F air temperature, or they choked to death on volcanic ash. Probably a combination of the two. Neither one a pleasant way to give up the ghost.

For anyone who is curious and thought I'd forgotten, ocean life was largely unaffected by any of the ongoing calamity occurring on the surface and in the air... until the food chains started to collapse.

All in all, about 75% of all life on Earth went extinct due to the asteroid which struck the Yucatan peninsula, about 65 million years ago. Which also means that, unbelievably, 25% of life on Earth actually survived the ancient cataclysmic event, and over the course of several more eons, a new diversity and a new kind of life was thriving.

We have the Earth as we know it today thanks to the 25%, of life that wasn't wiped out. Without those hardy survivors, the human race wouldn't exist.

There's evidence for this imbedded in the strata of the Earths' rocks, called the Cretaceous–Paleogene boundary, or the K-T boundary, as it's more commonly known.
Elements discovered in the this dark strata which distinguishes the K-T boundary layer consist of impact shocked quartz, clay glass spherules, and most importantly, iridium... which is naturally found on Earth, but far more abundant in nickel- iron asteroids and meteoroids, carbonaceous chondrite asteroids, and comets... providing serious evidence which, through carbon dating, almost certainly proves that a major impact occurred along the Mexican Yucatan peninsula about 65 million years ago, initiating a major extinction event.

There's even a buried, 93 mile wide crater there, discovered by space borne radar, named the Chicxulub Crater, after a nearby town.

Anyway, that's a bit of knowledge about our planet, and a good portion of my knowledge of it's history all. It's all I feel like yammering about now, anyway. I will reiterate, however...

The K-T boundary is 65 million years old, evidence of only one of several even more devastating extinction events which have occurred during the history of our planet, which dates back to about 4.5 billion years ago... ages upon ages during which the previously described epochs occurred, in terms more readily understandable to mere humans, which I've already addressed.

And even though I've only described the most recent catastrophe which has befallen our planet, there are several even MORE harrowing episodes our planet has endured and survived, one of which wiped out 90% of ALL LIFE ON THE PLANET.

Still.

Dinosaurs didn't really go extinct. They evolved into birds. Mammals obviously didn't go extinct, and some of them evolved into animals familiar to us, today... Including ourselves.

Other than these facts I've already, stated, plus a handful of others I haven't, I know next to nothing about Planet Earth and the way we react to and with it in a meaningful way. I just know that to a lot of folks, the words 'Planet Earth' and 'Human Beings' are synonymous. I don't because people like these sure are unavailable concerning their ignorance, but they sure are irritating as hell.

Which beings me to my NEXT topic. Will this guy ever shut up?
Probably not.
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So, If you aren't polarized beyond hope pertaining to some issue, making it possible to demonstrate a bare modicum of intelligence and willingness to listen to an opposing argument based on it's own merits - which of course, would likely be in direct opposition to yours - I believe that would be at least be a step in the right direction toward a togetherness and understanding, as opposed to fear and a closed mind. It simply doesn't matter all that much who, ultimately, is right or wrong.

Anyway, I'll bet you thought this long-ass diatribe was close to being over and done with.

WRONG AGAIN!!
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Allow me to introduce My snark. He's a GREAT bullshit sniffer. In fact, he just LOVES to roll around in bullshit, and get it all over himself, including other humans! l usually only release my snark, depending upon three different conditions:

1. How hungry is my Snark?

One of my snarks' more usettling type of behavior occurs when I'm not taking the best care of him. As a result, he is content to snark some snarky remarks on anything that happens to scroll by, whether or not it's deserved.

Occasionally though, we'll come across a post containing a bonafide Attitude, which happens to be my snarks' favorite food! When this happens, IT'S FEEDING TIME! GET READY TO MEET MY SNARK! I call him Snarky, for short.

2. Everyone is already gossiping their empty little heads off at the absurdity of the news.

At times like these, my snark and I don't have far to look for sustenance. The local and international news frequently, and by that I mean, ALL THE TIME, just publishes news news news... and it flies flies flies, like backbirds with recently mended wings, singing in the dead of night and directly over the crowds of thundering dunderheads who happen to be surrounding some monument or another (doesn't matter what the monument represents, if it's a monument, it's coming down), with the violent intent to perform an act or acts or violence upon said monument, using righteous anger as their tool, but in their doing so, becoming so falsely enlightened, they are therefore encouraged to perform who knows how much more 'righteous violence' against innocent people, private property, themselves, the police, and other buildings and cars, nearby or otherwise, occupied or otherwise, which share no association of any kind with any reason why rioting should take place there.

By now, these people, the rioters, are completely disillusioned. I can hardly keep my snark... his name is Snarky... in check during discussions of these matters.

3. The evolution of what I've just
described is called Mob Mentality.

Snarky HATES Mob Mentality, more than just about anything. By now, he's ready to advance to a Level 2 Snark, Snarky the Serious!

If you don't believe me when I say that such a phenomena exists and that it's occurring more and more, right here in the USA, then Google it up. It's easy.

Here, I'll help, with a simple definition:

Mob Mentality, or Herd Mentality. I can't help but notice how the word 'Herd', an animalistic condition, is applied to a human condition.

"Herd mentality -
Herd Mentality, or mob mentality and pack mentality, also lesser known as gang mentality, describes how people can be influenced by their peers to adopt certain behaviors on a largely emotional, rather than a rational basis."

And  here's a thorough description of Violent Mob Mentality in humans:
"As humans, we have instinctual responses that are exacerbated by group influences. What we might not do as individuals we may do as part of a group.  People may lose control of their usual inhibitions, as their mentality becomes that of the group.
You have never heard of a peaceful riot.  Riots are, by definition, violent in nature.
All a riot is, is violent group behavior. The larger the group the greater the amplification of that group behavior.  If the group behavior is peaceful, exemplified by Martin Luther King and Ghandi, the group behavior is peaceful and orderly.
If the group behavior is violent, the larger the group, the more magnified the violence. The phenomenon of mob mentality has occurred throughout human history, whether it's witch burning, religious zealotry, political protests, or reactions to perceived racial micro-aggressions."

My snark is getting extremely pissed off. He has no mercy, my snark, on those who think and operate from an eager motivation to embrace ignorance, and an active defiance of at least acknowledging an opposing point of view without expressing violence in words or violence in personal action, such an assault upon someone physically or verbally against someone's personal character - mostly with physical violence used in a misguided attack, with the purpose of vengeance.

I expect this violent mob of oppressors currently operating in Denton to be using whatever tools at their disposal that an unruly mob can bring to arms in order to tear down that Confederate monument on the Denton Square.

I'm gonna assume the use of fists, yes... fists, sledge hammers, crowbars, regular hammers, electric power drills, a few long, metal poles forced underneath the foundation of the monument, with tough, solid objects, metal or otherwise, as a leveraging mechanism for uprooting this Confederate monument on the square in Denton, the one on the south side of the lawn upon which the old Courthouse still stands. I wouldn't surprised to see backhoes being used.

My snark is so pissed he's hot enough to glow a dull red. I'm having to keep him tied up with Teflon cord and away from flammable materials. He's having a difficult time with the concepts of tolerance which I once instilled into his snarky little brain.
I'm reacting to his visibly upset condition with a slew of words, continually repeated to him, like a mantra:

"Why should I really give a shit? Huh? Really, why? Why should I care about the memories of my ancestors? Why should I care that burning Georgia to the ground was an unforgivable atrocity? Why should I give one, single, floating turd about this issue? I can just go about life, right? My life... as it is, anyway.

My snark is giving me a look. A look that's close to imminent, ravenous laughter, but even closer to his imminent intent to shred me to pieces, even somehow with me safely out of his way.

He's thinking of making his OWN way closer to escaping, and his OWN way to Denton, to DO something...

But at the end of it, I guess that's all. Just pipe dreams. Now Snarky displays only this sad look of desperation and resignation.

My Snark is not in a mood.

Best to leave him alone for awhile.

He's not in a mood.
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A short story my experience of the almost unheard of, almost forbidden to mention existence of the phenomenon of white entitlement... except happening in reverse, to a white guy, and described exactly as it happened, detail by horrendous detail.

Guess what. I'm the main character of the story! I'm the white guy who was discriminated against, because of my long hair my beard, my combat boots, and the satchel I always have with me to carry around the accoutrements of a modern life.

It's only one story out of dozens and dozens of similar situations which I've endured stoically throughout my life for the most part, but today, this one particular bitch, plus all of her cohorts, managed to stir me up, practically at the same time, resulting in my telling all of them, in so many words, that I hoped each one of them had to continue to endure their own miserable existences for the next several eons, and that they all had defective genetics. Also, sometimes you just gotta tell somebody to fuck right off the planet, and to die horribly while they're doing it.

This particular instance happened today, June 18th, 2020 at about 2:30 pm.

Well, I have to admit that I had a fairly interesting day today, as far as shitty days go. I was accused of stealing wine from the local store where I buy cigarettes. By the way, this baseless accusation is worth about twelve tons of elephant manure.

I haven't purchased wine there for probably about six weeks, but I have been a regular customer at this specific store for about five months. I've been in there almost every one of those days, including ever since the alleged thievery occurred, to pick up a pack of daily smokes.

For some unfathomable, retarded hick reason, the retards who manage and work at the place had finally decided six weeks after the fact of my last wine purchase, that I had been stealing wine.

Huh, thought I? This was my first reaction. Gotta be a mistake.

I had purchased wine there before, sure - and I had ALWAYS put the wine on the counter, followed by exchanging money for goods and services - but for this somewhat slowly burgeoning idea in their brains they'd that I was somehow guilty, to congeal, took six weeks. decided to allow six weeks. An entire six weeks went by without my making a single wonder purchase... just cigarettes. This is what really called me when it has stink inpin, which didn't years more than a few seconds, after being accused of stealing wine.

My second thought was:

What kind of stupid ass, retarded, below 75 IQ kind of deduction was THAT? Why didn't they act on this suspicion six weeks ago, as opposed to tearing me like any other customer for six weeks, before putting to strike? Are the folks who run this place really as retarded as I've suspected they were?

My third reaction, after being told to leave the store under threat of calling the police was uttering, very loudly:

"What the fuck? You can't be serious!"

That's probably a fairly common, instant type of reaction to hear from someone right after feeling the instant shock you get when you've just been arbitrarily accused falsely of a crime that you had absolutely nothing to do with.

Being accused falsely of something is like pressing my Big Red Nuclear War button.
So, as I expected - when she beame adamant, that's when the real War kicked off, and I started cussing like a lunatic. Then the real shouting began, when I made it perfectly clear to them exactly where they could all fuck off to, with the bottom of the Marianas Trench being my most popular suggestion. I cursed them, their families, their ancestors and their horses. I cursed the ground the stote was built upon. I was told to have a 'nice day' by one employee as I was in the process of exciting the store. I replied:

"You can have a nice day in Hell, lady." I bought my cigarettes elsewhere.

By the time I was almost home, a cop spotted me and waved me over. Of course they'd called the cops, those bunch of earthworms. The cop who motioned to me asked if I would mind waiting outside the store, while he talked with the proprietor.

"Go for it," I replied.

After enough time has passed for the owner and employeesh to finish spinning thecthe crafted exposition of lies they'd obviously agreed upon beforehand, making absolutely sure that there fiction they were raising was fine indeed, I waited outside while lies were being told about me inside.

Finally the cop came out of the store and interviewsed me personally.

Cop - "Have you ever stolen wine from this establishment?"

Me - "Hell no! Everybody who works there is filthy pack of liars! I've been a regular customer for six months, and yes, I have before purcased wine there legally and with real live cash. Sometimes even with a debit or credit transaction! I don't know what kind of bug crawled up their asses and died, or why they all have their panties in a bunch, but they're accusing the wrong guy! I'm sick of this shit, being singled out and accused of something ALL THE TIME because of the way I look and dress. Sick of it, I say!"

The cop was all like:

"Whoa whoa, settle down and hold your horses for a sec. I understand that you're angry, and I'd be too if I were you. You're not under arrest or being detained. You've done nothing wrong. (a couple of employees were watching the transaction began myself and the cop, and didn't look too happy about the way things were turning out. Well, fuck them with a corkscrew!)

Cop - "However, there are just a few details we have to see to still we can put this mess behind us -"

Me - "Gimme it. I'll sign it gladly. I have nonno intention of ever stepping foot inside that shithole again, trespassers warning or not. Lemme sign it."

The cop was a little taken aback, but promptly produce produced the papers. I signed them then, and that concluded our business.

Although. 

One thing it's certain. Somebody it's stealing winf that place, and apparently it's reflecting in their inventory logs. I have 12 years of experience working at a place that, and somebody's stealing. Probably an employee

I hope she gets caught and fired real soon.

If it's not an employee, well. More power to 'em. I hope they clean the place out. I wish the wine thief the best of luck.

I grew up in a small East Texas town 20 minutes from where I am. I'm almost 50. I haven't lived here for 30 years. A few things have changed... there's a Mac Donald's now. Mostly what's changed is that nobody I knew in high school lives here anymore.

Oh. One thing that hasn't changed. One horse towns in the Bible Belt are still overflowing with retarded hicks..
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Ok, I went off the rails there for a while. Still, if you actually read all of that, you've wound up with not only a good dose of my logic, but some of my personal experiences, as well.
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