An interesting piece about mass shootings

This piece is in my opinion well written and thoughtful

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The author makes several good points about mass shootings and doesn’t engage in the rhetoric.

I don’t know how accurate his information is but I think his points are worth noting.

For the record, I’m not for assault weapon bans nor am I for additional gun control.

I’m honestly not sure what actions would make a difference in making schools in particular and our world in general safer.

The public schools I went to as a child were all open.

In the morning and at the end of the day we students came onto the grounds on our bicycles and on foot from all directions and we felt safe. It never occurred to us that there was any danger except crossing the street.

Of course, in point of fact… there wasn’t any danger. We’d all avoid strangers and none of us were kidnapped. Our neighborhoods were essentially safe, and our neighbors kept an eye on the kids going to and from school.

I’m personally disturbed by schools today that look like prisons. 

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What’s changed?

A friend and I were discussing this subject the other day. As we all know I’m opinionated and my friend patiently listened to my theory.

I think that the problem is manyfold. With the primary issues being;

1) We have pussified our male children

2) As part of that enforced PC thou shall not fight, we’ve created a situation where our young people don’t understand the consequences of violence. 

3) Life isn’t a video game, you don’t get to ‘respawn”, which is not to say video games are at fault.

What I’m saying is that if all the violence a person knows is in the context of a video game then they’re obviously going to have a skewed idea about violence.

Now let me briefly, defend my points

Children have pecking orders. Just like Wolves, Chimps, and the Great Apes. Those pecking orders are established and defined often by shoving, pushing, biting, and in the case of Chimps and Great Apes outright fighting to demonstrate dominance.

I believe this is completely normal and shouldn’t be interfered with. The adults in the species that I’ve sited observe and interfere only when it becomes apparent that someone is going to get seriously hurt.

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The winners, losers, AND the other young observing the fight for dominance all learn something.

Violence up to a point is OK as long as no-one is permanently injured.

In my personal case, I saw many fights at school. I participated in quite a few of them. In the case of the humans we learned a few lessons. 

1) Fighting hurts.

As we got older, we began to make choices about what was worth fighting over.

2) Choose your battles carefully.

3) Peace and discussing the problem is always preferable to fighting.

As I entered high school, fights were moderated by the Phys Ed coaches. They took on the role of referee. These Men made sure that there was no hitting or kicking below the belt.

They made sure that neither party got too badly banged up and when it was obvious that one party had surrendered, they made sure that the fight came to an end and both parties shook hands and acknowledged that IT was over.

The lessons that I learned then have been invaluable throughout my life.

In my fights, win lose or draw I learned that I was capable of defending myself. I developed confidence and became more self assured. 

I knew, I could take an issue to one of those coaches… Those Men and that they’d arrange for someone I was having a problem with, and me to sit down and decide how we’d proceed. 

I knew that I was becoming a good citizen and that I was gaining the respect of those Men when I was able to talk out an issue with another guy without resorting to fighting.

I learned that consequences follow your decisions and being injured was a possible consequence of improper behavior.

I believe today, that we’ve demonized being male and cut masculinity out of the equation so much that males never get an opportunity to connect the dots between violence and the consequences.

There is NOTHING as powerful as the moment when you’re standing over your defeated opponent.

Yeah you taste your blood because he got off a good shot to your face.

But standing over your opponent savoring the adrenaline rush and your victory, you learn something else too.

You learn that your physical power can be dangerous.

If you have an iota of conscience you also have pity and compassion for that person lying on the ground.

Because at some point in your young life, you’ve been that person too.

That’s the moment you learn that peace is always a preferable choice to war.

That’s also when you look directly into the eyes of one of the coaches and your newfound knowledge is reflected in their eyes. It’s that moment that they accept you into manhood.

That was a very powerful and transformative experience for me and many of my friends. 

Perhaps part of our problem is that we no longer allow any rites of passage.

I’m not a fan of fighting… but I’m also not a fan of the emasculation that’s so prevalent in our society either.

I’d suggest that we start allowing the schoolyard fist fights. I have many memories of sitting in the chair outside the principals office waiting for judgement. 

Those lessons about consequences were as valuable as anything else I learned in school.

Well we’re still here.

NewImageI guess it really was a case of the Mayan artisans running out of space on the stone.

Either We’re still here or I woke up dead this morning and haven’t really noticed.

I am of course watching for signs of reality failing you know… Like in The Matrix.

Thus far gravity and physics all appear to be in order.

I have noticed that people are perhaps a bit nicer today… Maybe it’s the relief that nothing happened. They’ll return to their nasty selves once the relief has worn off.

I did have the nicest little moment this morning.

Unfortunately I didn’t have my camera or phone with me to capture it.

I was standing out on the front deck sort of enjoying the world when a young coyote came trotting up the street. By nature these critters are very skittish and you don’t often get an opportunity to just watch them.

This guy didn’t know I was there and I froze silently waiting to see what he was going to do.

The coyote was beautiful, obviously young and I really enjoyed watching it paw at the snow and sniff the air. At first I didn’t understand what it was doing then I realized it was eating the snow so that it could get a drink. Makes sense because it’s been bitterly cold here and most standing sources of water are frozen.

I couldn’t tell but the coyote seemed almost lost. It was sniffing the air and would start to walk then catch scent of something new. It would investigate and then move on. After a short trip up the road it turned around and walked back in front of me again.

Then it turned and went up the main road, crossing toward the mountain. 

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I couldn’t help but appreciate the beauty of the animal and while I know some people call them a nuisance I can’t get past the feeling that they have every much right to be here as I do.

I’m grateful that I got to have a few minutes of that special peace that I feel when I’m watching something wild and beautiful.

I hope the little coyote found his pack again. 

Paraprosdokian Of the Week

A Friend sent me a list of these. I thought it would be fun to share them.

Paraprosdokians are phrases or sentences that lead us down the garden path to an unexpected ending.

Hospitality: making your guests feel like they’re at home, even if you wish they were.

Today is a Bright Cold Beautiful Day

Yeah,

22F When I got up this morning. Looks like the Low may have been colder.

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Got some more work to do in the office and It’s good to be back in my own space again.There’s a stack ‘O shit piled in the middle of the desk that I need to sort through, but that can wait.

Still a slight glitch in that I’ve got more devices than I have place to set those devices. One of these is the photo printer which delays Christmas cards.

On the other hand I can always send them as PDFs via Email. It’s not that I’m not thinking of my friends it’s just that I’ve… well… mismanaged my time a bit.

A seriously good thing of note today is that I’m feeling better. A lot better!

For the first time in more than a week I’m a bit on the horny side. For a guy, that’s the sign that we’re healing and on the way the health again. For me, the first sign of being really sick is that I’m not horny at all. So this is a welcome sign if a bit frustrating.

Rainy Days Sometimes make me nostalgic

Today is one of those days.

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My head is still pounding because of this stupid Cold From Hell and I suppose the weather changes aren’t really helping.

I am thankful that the rain is in fact RAIN… Otherwise I’d be outside shoveling snow to keep the driveway clear. The weather people claim we’re supposed to see snow later in the afternoon but I’m beginning to doubt that. It’s 40F up here. I suppose that a cold front could come in later today and drop the temp by 8 degrees but the sky is trying to clear, so even if that happened I don’t think there’d be much to worry about.

I’m still muddy brained and have been trying to do the memorization I need to do. But everything is still all jumbled up and nothing is sticking in my head.

I suppose that I’m nostalgic because the weather reminds me of being in the South and Midwest when I was in school. I’ve always had a hard time memorizing things… I remember events, and even many things I’ve read pretty well but remembering exacting formulae or equations has never been something I found I could do very well. Odd that… since you’d think that computers would require that kind of ability.

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I’ve also received a couple of emails today that while very welcome, have triggered a nostalgic frame of mind.

One of these was a Holiday Greeting from the sister of an old friend. My friend died several years ago, but his sister and I exchange pleasantries several times a year. I couldn’t help but remember the last Christmas I saw my friend and how something seemed ever so subtly off. At the time I put it down to my friend having made a long drive across Florida just to see me. It’s a wonder that he made it at all in that beater he was driving.

I can still see him driving away from my parents home a little blue cloud of burning oil in his wake. 

That was the last time I saw him. We spoke several times after but it wasn’t until the end that he let on how sick he’d been or how much pain he’d been in.

I miss him. Especially at this time of year. 

Then out of the blue I got another email from someone I’d lost track of 20 years ago. Since I’ve observed that things come in threes I’m waiting for the last thing…

This person is someone that I’d known way back at the beginning of time. He’s done pretty well for himself and that is a relief. 

I sent him a highly condensed version of what has gone on over the past 20 years. I’m waiting for his reply. Nonetheless I have recalled quite a bit of the things that were going on way back then. 

This has taken me down a mostly pleasant nostalgic path in my memories. 

I see now that it’s hailing outside. Nice BB sized balls of ice. That will make the roads nice and icy and it will also make any snow removal much more interesting.

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Mother Nature you are a cruel and heartless bitch!

Well time to see if I can put anything more into this aged defective brain.

Then I’m going to go about moving my desk back where it belongs.

And the desk is back where it belongs. I’ve been outside shoveling snow twice now. Once at the high point of the storm and then at the end of it.

Clearing the Ice balls was the hard part, clearing the wispy fluffy stuff wasn’t that hard the second time around.

And now… the sky is clearing again… 

Like I really needed to be outside in the cold….

Ah well. 

C’est la vie