Decomposing in MetroNY

I’ve been extended thru the end of the month; at least.

Bronx Update – it still stinks.

NY – this place deserves what it gets

I’m actually surprised that there are medical personnel shortages, I thought we were all supposed to be dead by now from the most virulent, horrible, deadly, contagious-contagion of all history of cooties.

from TIME 9/1/21

Inane Arguments – Not Helpful

I was gonna do a quasi truthful rundown on j’ames’s’z unspoken request for real information on luciferase…

Instead I’m just gonna say Calm down Mare!

Leon beat me to the punch –

So I guess there is no sense in saying:

Dementia and Elder Abuse

Causes and Cures

Key facts: (from WHO September 2021)

• Dementia is a syndrome in which there is deterioration in cognitive function beyond what might be expected from the usual consequences of biological ageing.
• Although dementia mainly affects older people, it is not an inevitable consequence of ageing.
• Currently more than 55 million people live with dementia worldwide, and there are nearly 10 million new cases every year.
• Dementia results from a variety of diseases and injuries that primarily or secondarily affect the brain. Alzheimer’s disease is the most common form of dementia and may contribute to 60-70% of cases.
• Dementia is currently the seventh leading cause of death among all diseases and one of the major causes of disability and dependency among older people globally.
• Dementia has physical, psychological, social and economic impacts, not only for people living with dementia, but also for their carers, families and society at large when Brandon is at the helm.

A Mom Known as Tankette

It really is quite a shame that the kids were so cruel and called good ole whatsherface Tankette.

I mean seriously, she wasn’t that fat.

Lying Dog-faced Pony Soldier

Things that Drumph Never Said

Ballistics and Other Boring Stuff

I’ve been trying to think of an entertaining way to organize thoughts on our cursory talks about firesticks and their associated consumables.

This is stolen directly from Merriam-Webster:

bal·​lis·​tics | \ bə-ˈli-stiks \

Definition of ballistics

1a : the science of the motion of projectiles in flight b : the flight characteristics of a projectile

2a : the study of the processes within a firearm as it is fired b : the firing characteristics of a firearm or cartridge

Not sure I’ll pass the test.

Karma

I think I mentioned in the comment section a glorious conversation I had with my stoner, loser, father in law. Let me expand the conversation so you can laugh and cry along with me.

First, I was down in FL on very short notice to fix up my POS condo that was to be sold. The tenants had trashed the place so I needed to paint, make a few repairs, and get the carpet replaced. Since this is Florida, you can’t count on anyone other than your own cheesebag. Hired cheesebags will stiff you, leave you wondering, and steal the cabinets from the walls if left unattended.

So there I was, after driving 8 hours, busting my ass for two days to repair said shit hole, when my asshole father in law invites me for dinner. Great, I say. No problem. I’ll meet you at your mom’s house (not a euphemism) and we’ll go our for Messican.

Out of the shower and I’m ready to go. Plans have changed, we’re going out for Vietnamese but whatever. I’m hungry and looking forward to some fun with GNDs grandma (she’s 91 and sharp as a tack) and her uncle, who is basically a Hostage. They’re awesome people and serve as a shield to my AHFIL. When I look at dear sweet grandma and ask her if she wants to ride with me, she informs that she’s not going. She thought it would be nice if AHFIL and I could spend time together.

The world stopped. I had gone deaf. Nothing made sense. I blinked, tried to gather my shit and desperately tried to control the fear and shock spreading across my face.

My mind instantly went to the scene in The Empire Strikes Back where Luke, missing a hand, beaten to a pulp, and hanging over the edge of an impossibly long fall, finds out he’s the spawn of Darth Vader. If I were in that situation and Vader was my AHFIL and he informed me in his deep, mechanical voice that he is indeed taking me out for Vietnamese for dinner alone, I would have fucking jumped too. Sweet death take me now.

Siamese Dream

I have a dream…

But the dream is a nightmare. You are here, and you can’t wake up. Critical race theory is a night terror and you’re pinned the bed hoping your limbs start working again. The color of your skin trumps the content of your character.

I’ve been thinking a lot about how to challenge bad ideas and although it’s a cliche, we need to start countering bad ideas with good ones. Many of us face the woke stasi at work and because we’re decent people we keep our heads down. We let them have their struggle sessions and go back to doing our jobs – you know, what we’re there for.

But the cold hard truth is that they’ll never stop. Ever.

Recently I wrote a letter to my boss letting her know that I won’t be attending any more ‘voluntary’ sessions and you know what happened? Nothing. She told me I didn’t have to – and then we had a meeting on racial microagressions the following month. I felt good for a moment but the SJW train just keeps rolling on.

And that got me thinking. If the JEDIs (they don’t like SJW anymore – JEDI is way cooler) are ok presenting politics at work why aren’t we? Are we afraid we’ll suffer some negative consequences for proposing alternate points of view? Probably.

We need to get over that fear. They’re using it to their advantage, creating a culture where bad ideas can’t be criticized.

It’s not enough to opt out or write a SWL (strongly worded letter). We need to propose struggle sessions that take apart critical race theory, show microagressions are simply the result of demand outstripping supply, and that power dynamics aren’t the root of all interactions.

Shorter MJ: post modernism and neomarxim can suck my dick.

Counterweight is an organization started by Helen Pluckrose to counter the bad ideas presented as ‘science’. The resources are good and can provide an answer to the question, ‘where do I start?’

Note: the struggle sessions aren’t being pushed by my boss but she’s complicit because she ‘asks’ her employees to attend. I give her the benefit of the doubt – she has no idea what she’s talking about and doesn’t realize she looks like a fucking idiot, as do all of the leadership, when they push this stuff.

My next steps are to find out who identifies and creates/buys the struggle session content and have them work on opposing points of view. If he or she balks, I’ll fire them as soon as I can. I expect my project to take 6 months. I’ll give you regular updates.

Shortest MJ: War.

Upside Down Again

Well here we are in silly season again where the corporate media tell us that a 70 year old woman who shops at Forvever 21 is a fashion icon.

Do they ever get tired of carrying water for the loser left and their late middle aged, childless, over the hill bosses?

Spoiler: no, they don’t.

What makes me laugh is that they had an actual fashion icon, a model, and a truly beautifully exotic woman in the whitehouse for 4 years and they decided she was ugly, didn’t know how to dress, and was pedestrian. If you stretch it back an administration the garbage media told us that a mannish linebacker who shops at J Crew (so white!) was the black Helen of Troy. What a joke. Jill and Michelle Obama are slobs. Melania is Aphrodite reborn.

MJ: I won’t let you down, I will not give you up. Media: All we have to do now, is take these lies and make them true somehow.

Sidewalk Chalk

I boughted this album from a far away place called Germanyland!

Well window lickers it’s time for summer. Down here in the SOUTH (filled with racists, you are issued a hood at the Georgia border) the weather is getting a bit warmer and we are bidding adieu to old man winterspring. Notice how I worked in a reference to de Fuhrer PBUH by using German in that last sentence? That’s how racist we are down here. We speak German, hate cold weather, and are super friendly. I literally have no idea what any of this means. I’m just typing whatever pops into my grey mush.

So, it’s time for sidewalk chalk! A time honored tradition where people go outside with their kids, pretend to hear the phone ring, go back inside to make a drink, then go back outside in about 15 or 20 minutes to make sure the kiddos are still in one piece. While most kids fit more into the impressionist or modern art category, I think I’ve found some rather clever uses of sidewalk chalk for us to enjoy. These fun little pieces of temporary art all use the cracks to make something fun and whimsical.