The Answer -- You Won't Like It

Instead of crying that there is a problem, people should find out why there is a problem.


The answers are there.  Buried under politics, mob mentality, victimhood, and greed.  Those very factors are the reason the answers will never be popular.  Facts are not politically correct.




Take, for instance, the financial melt-down of Chicago schools and the incredibly high crime rate.  Some point to Dems, some point to race, some point to racism, others to gun control leaving the guns in the hands of criminals.  Nobody, nobody, talks about personal responsibility and making better choices.




This is the digital/information age.  There is not one person who is not aware that there is a better life.  There is not one person who can possibly believe that their street, their neighborhood, their family dynamic holds true for the entire world, and that's all there is.




Choose to believe that you can't have better, and you won't have better.  But don't say that it's someone else's fault you don't succeed.




In a grander sense, this infection of helplessness is the root of the Chicago ills.  People have turned their lives over to social engineers, politicians, unions, hate-mongering racists, and crushing bureaucracy.  Stupid, wasteful decisions in spending and programming have driven all potential for true education from schools.  The social engineers merrily experiment on kids, turning them into puppets dependent on media to tell them how to feel, vote, respond, and live.  Schools feed them, punish them by withdrawing food or giving them garbage in a highly-public manner, crack down on any show of compassion between students that is not state-approved, and foster an air of helplessness as teachers are not allowed to get classes under control.




All of this sets up kids to see that the strong and brutal survive.  If you want to eat, you take the food from someone else, whether by theft or by handout.  Money?  That comes from the state, or from taking from those you consider to be your enemies.  Problem-resolution is through violence, because nobody can stop you.




And it's all someone else's fault.




Don't ask why there is a problem.  You won't like the answer.

This Perfect Day -- or Not

So Mr deGrasse advocates a virtual country with an evidence-based rule of the land.

First, virtual, I believe, means having no physical presence. Therefore, "solid" evidence is impossible. Any "evidence" would be in the form of images, which we all know can be manipulated. If the evidence to which he refers is that of what is acknowledged as fact regarding the physical world, that comes down through the generations from teachers, who put their own slant into the knowledge they impart. Scientists argue all the time about what is and isn't. It can get pretty nasty and bloody, in fact.

Second, it is not possible to exist in a virtual country. Certainly many virtual "countries" already exist, Facebook, Minecraft, those other games that are deep and involved. Even those worldwide communities that exist on the Internet can be considered countries, with their own rules and administration. But you can't eat a Hot Pocket within the Internet.

Third, though the headline states that he "proposes government system known as 'Rationalia'," I see nothing in his tweet stating that he wants the American Government, or any other nation, to dump their constitutions in favor of his ever-so-logical ideal world view. Which is based, of course, on his belief system. Everything else, the analysis of his proposal, the support from his followers and the entire essays from his detractors (responding to one Twitter line), and what will certainly be a media firestorm, is entirely manufactured based on the usual Internet hysteria.  None of the interpretations are based on fact.  He didn't say a thing about changing our government.

A tweet, like a blog post, or a newspaper article, or a history book, is one person's opinion.  As I've said before, an expert is only someone who has convinced enough other people that his or her opinions are fact.

People need to stop getting worked up over one line.

The World and All Its Possibilities -- Thanks, I Prefer Hermitism

A lot has changed in my life very recently.


My mother, sliding inelegantly into dementia but remaining in my home, finally did what they all do.  She fell, broke herself, and now needs nursing home care.


This happened in the middle of many plans.  And now those plans are freed and complicated at the same time.


I'm freed.  The plans to move south, away from the rotten winters that are causing real agoraphobia whenever the snow falls, are altered, but still in place, albeit with a fluid timeline.


And I realize, not for the first time, that I have to find my own life.  So much has been wrapped up in taking care of her, in taking care of others, that decades have slipped away.  I also realize that I don't want that life to include frequent human contact.

It's true.  I've never been social, I've never been a people-person, and my belief that people are free to believe what they want wars with  my intolerance for stupidity.


I don't want to be a nurse anymore.  I do the job well, I smile for the camera and the staff and the residents and the families, but the well is very nearly dry.  It takes me longer to recover from each interaction.


So now I have to decide, and move on that decision.  I love to write, I love to create worlds that make sense in the end.  And I love the solitude of the process.


I'm embarking on a new journey within this week.  I have to.  One that will give me the aloneness I need as well as income.


This blog will remain for the darker thoughts that push through, but I'll likely create a new one for the writer's journey.

Mourning-stars

So a few stars have crossed over this week.  The one that played Snape, the one married to a pop star, another rock star, and a couple others.


And people are going RIP and how will we live without them and I cried and cried and cried. 


I will admit, I cried when Freddie Prinze (Senior, and he was much better than his offspring),

put a bullet in his head, but I was about thirteen years old.  I haven't cried for any actor or celebrity since.

Why are people acting like they personally knew these entertainers?  They've never had dinner with them, petted their dogs, attended any event the entertainers attended, except maybe concerts.

AND to mourn some drug-addled uber-wealthy asshole who died by overdose or "accidental" suicide is insane.  Granted, none of the deaths this week were due to that, but those cases, and the mourning, are not rare.  Not at all.

If you didn't have a personal relationship with them, stop acting like it.  You'll never meet their poor, orphaned children, you won't be missing that weekly coffee at that cute little café, you can't cry because you'll never hear their voices on the phone asking about your day anymore, you aren't personally affected by their deaths.  There is no empty chair at your table, because they never occupied one in their lifetime.  Some people act like their spouses died.  That is creepy.

Yes, feel sad at the loss of the entertainment value, because that is personal.  But don't go on and on about how the world has lost just the greatest, sweetest, most wonderful star ever, because you don't know that.  You only know the character(s) they played, or the music they sang.  That is not the same.

For me, it's "Oh, he/she is dead.  Oh well."  And I don't care who it is.  All actors die, all musicians die. 

We all die. 

We damn near killed you, let us have another crack at it

I saw some idiot meme on Facebook today, referencing one Cassandra Fortin.  The smug self-righteousness of the meme made me look up the case.


Rational reaction went right out the window.


The greed of the medical establishment is absolutely mind-boggling.  There is no reason at all to trust anybody in health care, no reason at all.  This is something I've known since I was five years old, and BEING a nurse has done nothing to lessen my intense distrust of doctors.


I'll let you look the case up yourself.  I'll simply tell you how I would have dealt with it, from the prisoner's position or the parents from whom she was kidnapped.


As the prisoner, I would have made the staff's life an emotional hell.  Yes, they strapped her down like an animal and kept her strapped down so she had NO control over her body, but I would have called every single doctor, every single nurse, every single aide, every single janitor every single filthy name every single moment of every single day.  Yes, they can force nutrition, but vomiting can't be stopped.  I would have asked the dirty filthy bastards what kind of sick perverts they were.  I would have accused every single male of rape, and for that matter, every single female of sexual assault.


As the parent -- well, hunting down the bastards and their families isn't that damn hard.  And everyone has someone they don't want to lose.  NO I'M NOT JOKING.


The last updates were from the staff, saying that she was happy and loving them and understood why they assaulted and battered her and roses and rainbows and unicorns.  Oddly enough, they refused to allow anyone to speak to HER. 


Further research:  She was released, and the science/medical community is pissed about her speaking out against her imprisonment.  Further, it was plain that the medical community was nearly the death of her through incompetence in diagnosis.  Why would she or her parents have trusted them?  Oh, because Science is GOD and all the scientists its disciples, and doctors are infallible.


She's free now... maybe.  If she were smart, she would never allow another doctor to touch her.


And that leads to a final question:  If a child dies under chemo, should the physician be charged with murder if the child and parents did not wish it?