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You Illiterate Trash Heap

A while back I over heard a girl of about seventeen talking to her friends. She was telling them that she doesn’t read books. Not in a shameful “I’m illiterate” way, but a cocky I am too good for books way.

This set my mind cogs to grinding. It was upsetting. It was the dawning horror that this prideful idiot strutted around as if the ability to not do something was and accomplishment. Feeling the sudden violent urge to jiggle the light bulb supposedly attached to her “brain” I began speaking.

You know reading is something important? It is a gift. Slaves weren’t allowed to read…. or write…. That was so slave masters could keep them slaves. Actual books have been written about how losing the ability to read by an entire society could destroy everything we have. I mean even a magazine article is a start.

When I saw the look on her face it made my hope for humanity weep. She looked at me as if I had just told her I was a priest who liked touching kids & vaping. She actually made a scoffing sound! I literally heard scoff! that was kinda of neat, but just not in this situation. This girl might one day be in charge at the retirement home I decline in.

Remember when you were a child and everyone made a big deal out of “You can be whatever you want to be!” speech? Apparently, this girl was absent that day due to a Bachelor marathon. She strutted away, as I struggled to find enough will to continue living.

All in all, it wasn’t disturbing in and of itself.

Well, then a day later, another late teen was within my hearing range as she read out loud, “My conduct is..” off of a bracelet. She laughed, and told her friends it was funny. Two seconds later she says unashamed, “What does conduct mean?” It was then that I prayed God was swift and merciful with my death. I was too dumbstruck to even say a word. Luckily, I know understand the meaning behind the word dumbstruck.

The news media calls this era the Information Age! Yet, the more information available the more idiots sprout from the womb of ignorance. This is the world my child will inherit one day. All the current population seems concerned about is whether the environment is okay. I say if we are becoming nothing more than willing  pack animals of existence who gives a shit about going green! So we can look forward to a pollution free AND an intellect free planet??

I plan to continue on my path of going against the green. I use any products that cause or increase my carbon footprint. Use pesticides & Frankenstein foods. Why not? If the whole world is going to hell in a hand basket, and yet still cannot spell either hand or basket!! Why not let it die a fancy apocalyptic death?

Instead of making school children computer literate & environmentally conscious  make them aware of how to crack a fucking book & learn. Using deductive reasoning (which they learned from reading it would naturally happen anyway.

Fahrenheit 451 …read it!

Or burn it, I don’t even fucking know anymore.

Savage Soliloquy: Verbose Elitist Gurus

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Verbose: using or expressed in more words than are needed.

Elitist:  A person who believes that they are superior to others (and thus deserve favored status) because of their intellect, social status, wealth, or other factors. 

Guru: an influential teacher or popular expert.

Only one of these things separately pisses me off regularly…elitists. Hate them, and oddly, I feel superior to them because they are snobs. Worse, most are social predators waiting to pounce on anyone they mildly disagree with on any topic. The combination of the other two words to the equation creates an unbearable ass-hat who while educated & expressive loses any credibility as a source of guidance due to their second anus attached to their jaw.

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The internet has provided a fertile breeding ground for these pests. In addition to making it more socially acceptable to “dip your toes in the water” of ass-hattery. These people were internet trolls before there was an internet. They flamed casual acquaintances for sport rather than sharing of knowledge. Now they are this disease that spreads through our lives unhindered. This entire blog was triggered by a post a friend shared, but the issue itself was crawling under my skin for some time prior to this.

The post itself was fairly simple. It was the authors disdain for people sharing quotes constantly on social media, especially it seemed, if the original message was a translation. Mainly due to the fact that translations from modern languages lose meaning, and the older the quote being translated the greater the loss. Plus, the message seemed to be that we can all share knowledge we discover on our own paths in life.

I agree!!! 

The thing that made me angry was the authors replies to people who disagreed with him. He spent most times mockingly calling out anyone who disagreed with him. Mocking their beliefs, their intellect, and the general usefulness of their existence. This from an author who from what i found (via FB stalking) to have many good points, and a seemingly decent knowledge base. It pissed me off mainly because for all the bluster & superiority of tone in his replies…all i saw between the lines was pettiness & monumental, yet fragile ego.

IT IS THE COMBO THAT I HATE

I hate people with the life coach mentality who can’t use it to COACH!!! Any teacher will tell you that you aim to address the audience you are speaking to… meaning that if you are talking to 4 year olds about life lessons, those lessons will be wildly less complex than if you were speaking to a group of twenty-somethings. This is where the verbose part comes into play. You can explain things nonstop, but if you are putting expert level knowledge out there for a novice…no learning will happen. The most important lesson I learned in my very limited college experience is this…be concise. Don’t pile words up like dirty clothes on your clean outfit otherwise the whole things stinks.

I mean I can converse all day long about nonsense, but I tell stories which require more detail than driving instructions for example.

The guru part is a bad deal when combined with the elitist mindset too. Mainly because you have someone who is using their slightly larger amount of knowledge as a way to lord it over other people. You will see people guru-ing their ass off for adoration & status. These are the people who make a point then pause dramatically & smile smugly at blowing people’s mind with their Gandalf-like wisdom. The fact remains that you can be a bar stool Rumi, but minutes later you are going home to you sad life alone wondering why no one appreciates your giant alien overlord brain pulsating your giant skull like a soft snake egg. It’s because you aren’t teaching anyone anything other than to make better conversation partner choices when drinking.

This type of guru offers no real knowledge…they speak to the masses to display their greatness, which in context looks very pathetic & sad. This is why they are so verbose, or talkative about their wide expanse of information…the silence between their posturing reveals they are one note songs, one-dimensional creations, and in fact are less advanced in a broad sense than the people they visualize themselves superior to.

I SOUND LIKE A VERBOSE ELITIST GURU!!!!

Oh no!!! Seriously though, I have my moments feeling superior to people too. We all do. The thing is most people do not make it into a daily ritual, or a hobby. I like to think everyone I know is intelligent in one way, or another. I want to hear them spout off for long periods on the stuff they like…and I will pay them back with my own rambling. I think we get into problems when we think other people are inferior to us.

Like I said earlier, I think the internet is a breeding ground for this behavior. I can tell you for a fact probably 80% of my Facebook friends probably wouldn’t be friends with me if we only met online. Think about your friends & ask yourself the same question. If you are that judgmental on a site to share silly quotes, pictures, and tell people everything you did today, who are you really? Am I a know-it-all fuckbag who gets upset & yells at people for not being enlightened like me?

I would say no, but dammit I am tired of seeing people post about coffee every damned morning…but that is another blog.

Uncommon Sense

It’s just common sense.

It’s JUST common sense.

I want to do away with this expression. It is a useless phrase since it is never used when people have common sense. I have spent most of my life wondering wildly why this idiot or that moron can not seem to use common sense. It makes me angry and I know it makes you angry.

To be fair, it is our own fault.

Why? Because “common sense” would tell us if we complain about the mass amount of people with no common sense that it isn’t common at all. Think on that for a moment.

When is the last time you thought, “Man, that person has exceptional common sense!”?
The answer is never…because it is uncommon.

Sense of all varieties are a rarity.

 

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This is also a Rarity

 

Even the people who show some sense don’t tend to do it with any regularity. So even in cases where someone has sense it isn’t even common for that person on a consistent basis. So using what little brains I have in my head, I can safely assume that over 90% of the thoughts all of us have are ridiculous and stupid.

I once plugged a lamp into a wall socket while my finger was firmly resting on one of the prongs…shocking myself. I stood there paralyzed, unable to move or understand why I couldn’t move.

It wasn’t a cute mistake. I wasn’t new to plugging things in either. I also knew the dangers of electrocuting yourself. I was a (seemingly) competent adult who stood frozen as I zapped myself to death like a complete moron.

At no point did I think, “Hey, maybe I should rest my finger on this conduit of death.” I did think OHHHHH GOD I CAN’T MOVE WHAT WHAT WHAT UUUUUHHHHHHHHH. 

As far as final thoughts go, not too impressive.

Less than a month ago I watched a coworker, who has worked in the same place for over a decade, walked head first into a glass wall. His lip marks are still on the glass. As if he was leaving some romantic memento for his love…the glass partition.

I will say this about our uncommon sense, and the lack of sense, it means only one thing is common…nonsense. The lack of sense.

So I suggest we replace, “It’s just common sense.” with, “It’s just nonsense.”

Of course, this is pretty much life and people summed up.

It’s just nonsense.

Quit Making Me Hate What I Love!

I don’t like enjoying things anymore.

Don’t misread that sentence, I still enjoy things all the time. I just don’t like it.

 
Let me explain… I love Halloween. It is a great holiday. All its variations that are celebrated are super interesting, each with their own flair. Reverence for the dead, calling up or thwarting evil, and even just celebrating dressing up. It is great, plus the season is the best one for comfort…it isn’t hot as balls & it isn’t covered in sheets of ice. Plus, it has its own flavors that embody it.

 
The problem is when I was growing up some people loved, some hated it. You would have the kid who had an elaborate costume who obviously loved Halloween. Then there was that douche bag who tied a shitty towel around his neck…his heart wasn’t even in it.

 

There was a clear line between fanatic & reluctant participant.

 

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Now? Now, everyone fucking LOVES Halloween. Not a lot of people enjoy it. Everyone by their own online admission fucking lives & breathes pumpkin spice from their Jack O’Lantern faces that are bobbing to Thriller, while cruising about town in their refurbished hearse. There is no clear line…the is NO line. Everyone was born sucking candy corn from their mother’s teats.

 

Everyone wants to deep throat a jug of warm cider while walking with their beloved through a graveyard.

It pisses me off.

 
Not the fanaticism, but the fact that there is ONLY fanaticism. Not just with Halloween… everything. Holidays. Movies. TV shows. Music.

 
Speaking of music, think about how everyone is heartbroken when some musician(or celebrity) dies. I am not saying they shouldn’t or cannot be heartbroken, but your over emotional bullshit rings false.

 
I mean I cried at the end of Puff the Magic Dragon when he left at the end. I bawled. I mean honestly, I don’t think I would’ve made it through first grade without him. He made me into the man I am today. Every year on the anniversary of his departure back to his magical homeland I crack open a Capri-Sun and wear my custom Puff the Magic Dragon memorial shirt…crying and angry that the closest we ever got to getting him back was Spyro…fucking Spyro.

 
This is why I don’t like enjoying things anymore. I can enjoy them, but there is nothing special about it. It is as if everyone is making a concerted effort to make everything i enjoy plain old vanilla bullshit.

 

All the weird shit I liked is now nothing but lukewarm tofu seasoned with tap water.

 
Do I still consume it? FUCK YES… but now I tend to do it out of spite of all the homogenized bastards hooting and hollering about how amazing it is.

 
We need a secret handshake or some symbol so true fans know how to identify each other. I appreciate your enthusiasm Karen, but I think I will hang over here with the people who wear fishnet arm sleeves in July.

 
Now I gotta go dig through truly obscure shit just so Harold & Laura over there don’t fucking ruin it with their suburban excitement.

Happy Cultural Appropriation-ween

Soon, my friends… soon. The leaves will turn colors and fall to crunch beneath our feet. The unbearable heat will fade away like a memory. We will pull the booty shorts 3 sizes too small from our collective ass cracks and wrap ourselves in hoodies (and hopefully pants, though not required). The drinks will become warm so our hands don’t freeze.

Fall is coming! Savor it, because along with the glory that is Autumn comes the worst season of all… Cultural Appropriation Outrage season.

What? You though outrage was only for Spring & Summer? Haha…you poor ignorant bastards.

Outrage is eternal.

Aside from my obvious disdain for people screeching about Halloween’s cultural appropriating issues, I enjoy the season. Although, I do love watching white people yell at each other for being insensitive or snowflakes.

The humor of the moment is lost because I can’t even enjoy being basic and enjoying my hot cider & whiskey due to the bitching. It is ruining it.

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That Ewok Costume tho!!!

Cultural appropriation is an issue…it is. College kids doing black face is ridiculous. Denigrating a culture should be looked down upon. There is a limit, but no one wants to admit there is a limit they want to throw everything in together.

So it all becomes negative.

If you are mocking a culture, then you’re a douche bag. If you found a cute non-specific native american outfit to wear, then *shrug* okay.

The thing is all of us were raised to dress up as something other than ourselves one night of the year. Unless you are just a cosplayer, make-up artist, or some other type performer. Many of us did this for years as children and then on into adulthood.

The was no malice, no hatred, no mockery, or anything like that. Usually, there isn’t at all. As I said before there is a limit and we can all reasonably see when it passes that limit.

The biggest thing that bothers me is this… Are various cultures so broken…it’s people so fragile that we can not even stand seeing someone dressed in an outfit? Do we need a chorus to spring up from the dark corners of our Halloween parties crying for justice?

No, that is the answer, we don’t…Not my culture(s), your cultures, or any other cultures.
Soon I will be called out because my ashy-ness is cultural appropriation because your grandma was cremated.

People argue a lot about the old “America is a melting pot” saying many of us heard growing up. Many people say it ignores our individuality…which is awesome…unless you are like me and are culturally & racially diverse all on your own. But, to many people this belief is still valid and still retains its positive message.

To those that say Halloween isn’t as serious as all that, I say I agree. Yet, this act of outrage seems petty from many (not all, mind you) because it is a fun holiday to dress up and enjoy time with one another. While we are doing all this Halloween themed stuff we are appreciating in a minor way those things different from ourselves. Real & Make believe alike.

The racist assholes doing crude stereotypes to get other racist assholes to giggle aren’t nearly as big a problem. Plus, if they are a few shots to the mouth by some tall mulatto guy in a big bird costume won’t hurt them…plus think of how entertaining the police report would be.

Just chill out and enjoy yourselves.

The Concert Curse

I never started going to shows until probably 2009. I went to a few here and there if they didn’t require me to leave town. It wasn’t until I had been to at least a dozen or so that i realized I was cursed.
I went to Kings of Leon with my ex, who for all intents and purposes is about 60% responsible for my current musical tastes. But, about 90% responsible for my concert experiences. We went to see them, and it was great. So much so, in fact, we went the next year and took a couple of our friends. Another great time, I even photo-bombed a girl taking photos with Taco Bell mascots.

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Photo-Bombing Responsibly

The next year however, the band didn’t tour through Indiana. they didn’t again for 3-4 years. I was disappointed, but I dealt with it. Bands need time to record new music so I can listen to it while drunk in a field. I understand.
Then, I saw Wild Beasts (another favorite) at Lollapalooza. It was great. I stood propped against a rail in the front row for hours and loved it. A few years later we were standing in another Wild Beast music festival performance. This time Coachella, frying our asses off. It was even better. It sounded like deviant choral music.

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Wild Beasts

Wild Beasts is a UK band, so catching them on tour was a bit difficult. I even had a discussion one night at the campsite with a drunken Irish guy about how amazing they were and how difficult it was to see them live.
So, imagine my disappointment when I found out the band was dis-banding in 2017. I then thought back to other acts I had seen over the years. I had joked before that I must be cursed. Each time I found a band I truly wanted to see live more than once some form of Fate intervened.

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Keyboardist from Foxy Shazam

The quick list is as follows: Killswitch Engage (singer left, replaced by previous singer), Foxy Shazam (no idea just haven’t seen them touring nearby), Beats Antique, The XX, Black Keys, and I am sure there are more.
I am afraid to get too excited about following bands now. I don’t want to bear the burden of them breaking up, or dying mid-flight with Ritchie Valens & Big Bopper.

Is it a curse? Or maybe the bands are Ghosting me?

They don’t want some out-of-place mid-life crisis mulatto with aching joints front and center while they try to whip the crowd into a frenzy.