After a week of rioting in LA

There was a nationwide “No Kings” protest.

Apparently, the turn out was substantial in many cities. Surprisingly, at first glance it appears the violence was kept to a minimum.

I didn’t tune in to any of the news coverage. I just don’t give a shit anymore.

Here’s what an AI had to say about it.

The “No Kings” protests aimed to highlight opposition to President Trump’s policies and advocate for democracy and individual rights, but their immediate impact on policy changes remains unclear. However, they did mobilize significant public engagement and awareness around issues such as immigration and government accountability.

No Kings In America Graphics 101307578 1 3634830133.The AI noted that it might be inaccurate, so as usual take everything an AI says with a grain of salt or an entire salt lick.

It was very quiet up here, I think most of the locals stayed home. Who can blame them? A lot of the folks up here commute to LA daily.

They must have been exhausted with the protests after a week of slugging through traffic that was wadded up by multiple road closures.

I spent part of the day looking for a job. I was also looking for places to live where the demographics were more favorable to people like me than California.

I think I want to live someplace inexpensive, probably rural, where the values I have, are shared by most of the people surrounding me. Not everyone has to think the same way I do, but I want to be around people that understand having differences of opinion is not tantamount to emotional violence. A place where discussion of those differences doesn’t result in physical violence.

In other words, I’m ready to check out. I’m tired of the insanity. Try as I might to avoid the news, the politics, the incessant wailing and gnashing of teeth, it’s getting more difficult all the time.

I just don’t care. Deport people, don’t deport people, love The President, hate The President, believe Congress is doing their jobs, or don’t. Reparations for black people (again) or not, looting isn’t a crime, or looting is a crime, have police, don’t have police, It’s all the same and has been for decades.

I just don’t want to hear about it anymore. 

I’m sick and tired of failure. No matter how we vote, we are not in control of the institutions that subjugate us. The powers that be, are not, and probably haven’t acted in the interests of anyone but themselves for decades, possibly even for my entire life.

For years in my 20’s – 30s I had no interest in politics. I was just trying to survive. My whole life has been about trying to get a leg up, trying to be a responsible individual, and being a good upstanding citizen. You know being a good guy…

My work history is a testament to not being in control, I served only at the leisure of people and corporations that viewed me as nothing but a cog in their machinations and who thought nothing of discarding me and 100s of other people just like me, at the drop of a hat.

What has it gotten me? A lifetime of holding on by my fingernails and for what?

I begin to understand one of my Grandfathers once saying, “There may come a time when you envy the dead.” At the time I thought he was just being old, cross, and cynical. 

Now I’m starting to see what he might have been talking about. He was looking at years of unrest, WWII, Korea, Vietnam, Hippies, Yippys, the Cold War, mutually assured destruction, protests, violence, increasing taxation & regulation, government scandals, corrupt politicians, breakneck technological innovations, and social engineering, that ultimately seemed to make things worse and more complex, rather than better.

For him there were a constant stream of golden dreams, that always turned out to be lead painted with cheap gold paint.

I think my father felt it too. It might have been why for a time, he lived on a farm and only re-entered the rush of the world because of a family disaster. For my Dad, that re-entry cost him everything, and he still had the strength to pull it together and stand tall and proud right up until the end. I don’t know if I’m anywhere near as strong as he was.

Both of my Grandfathers, and my Dad, used to say the system was rigged. Generally speaking, they tried not to contaminate our childish dreams of better lives. They’d send us kids out of the room, or the house, to go play in the sun and enjoy the security they provided for us, when they were talking about “adult” things.

I recall my Dad being in favor of rebooting the government every 20 years or so. His theory was to strike all the laws, and restart from ground zero with The Constitution, Bill of Rights, and commonly accepted laws about thieving and killing. He was in favor of putting every politician, judge, and bureaucrat on trial.

He thought those trials should be held by the people and that the people should be the ultimate authority. He was in favor of marching the guilty straight to the gallows or firing squads as an example to other politicians and those with political ambitions.

He eventually mellowed, but maybe he had a point. He was about consequences, and in my lifetime I’ve seen where “no consequences” has led us. We have hundreds of thousands of laws, but they’re selectively applied or perverted to allow the “desired” outcome. Is that law?

I’d love to have a conversation with my Dad & Grandfathers about that philosophical question.

I wonder if my Dad & Grandfathers would be laughing their asses off at the “No Kings” protestors. Not because the protestors are saying no kings, but because the protestors are so clueless. If you think about it they and all the rest of us are serving, and have been for most of their lives, a diaphanous imperial model.

The people pulling the strings, are the same powers that have always been behind the thrones.

My Dad once said offhandedly, “The King isn’t the guy to watch, he’s the distraction. It’s the advisers and members of the court that are the real threat.”

Well Dad, it’s taken me 40 years to figure out what you meant. I guess I’m not the sharpest knife in the drawer.

To my Grandpa’s on both sides of the family, and to my Dad. Happy Father’s Day. You’re missed, loved, and thought of often. I wish I could talk to you.

This just crossed my mind and I know you’d all laugh, “Do the Amish take in converts?”

Am I getting old and crotchety?

I hate Memorial Day.

That’s not actually true. I hate Memorial Day weekend. All the yard sales draw people into the neighborhood. Even that isn’t a big deal, but the sheer numbers of people are a nuisance.

It’s hard to walk the dog. People aren’t paying attention to the road while they’re driving. They’re looking for signs, and at the goods splayed out in presentations on front lawns, driveways, and inside garages.

Which means they’re driving poorly in the first place, and thankfully slowly for the most part. Where this becomes an issue is if you’re trying to cross a street with a pup that loves everyone and is equally intrigued by all the nifty colorful stuff being displayed.

God help you if someone is selling dog toys!

In short there’s chaos. People parking in the streets, others trying to go about their business and attempting to navigate around various cars and people wandering around like they’re at a mall.

Walking a dog in all of this is a pain. What’s worse is that there are traffic jams and at every street crossing the wait for a break in traffic is a long one.

So it’s with blazing sun and an impatient pup that you wait, and wait, and wait before it’s safe to cross.

That’s annoying. 

Add to that a neighbor across the street screaming and cursing about dogs in the neighborhood doing their jobs; barking at strangers and thinking they’re protecting their owner’s homes or possessions which from their perspective are inexplicably on the front lawn. My stress level starts climbing and I realize I don’t want another summer of this guy adding to the noise.

Several months ago, the crazy lady was apparently hauled off to the booby hatch. Approximately a month prior to that, all of the 20+ Chihuahuas she was keeping were sent to good homes, or the pound. The limit is 4 dogs per household how the hell she had 20+ dogs is beyond me. Well, not entirely. She refused to have any of them fixed. So reproduction being what it is…

It does explain why the dogs exhibited pack behavior and why they were so damn loud all the time.

For a blissful few months, there was no cacophony of noise coming from her place. A new neighbor moved in with 2 huskies who “sing” the world into existence about 7:30am. Sometimes Jesse joins in the chorus for one or two howls, then he’s bored and comes in to check on me.

Lately, he just ignores their morning serenade.

For the last two weeks a next door neighbor has been host to a lady friend and what I presume to be her daughter. That’s his business and I certainly don’t care. Except that the daughter isn’t all there.

Oddly she exhibits the same behavior that “Crazy Pants” across the street did. Equally strange is that her voice is almost exactly a match for “Crazy Pants”.

The voice alone is triggering, but now that voice and nonsensical sounds, singing, yelling, screaming, chittering like a monkey, and all the rest, sounds like she’s in my damn living room.

Even Jesse has taken to laying in the front bedroom just to be as far away from the source of the sound as possible.

Why do these people have only one volume? Loud! This defective human must be seen, and acknowledged otherwise she raises her voice to impossible levels until she is acknowledged. It’s tiresome, and while you’d think, “just be nice,” that’s never enough.

She must be spoken to, and you know what? Sometimes I don’t feel like having an inane conversation first thing in the morning. I sure as hell don’t want to have the same conversation each and every time I set foot on the back deck.

I’m becoming that old guy that is grumpy all the damn time. I’m fighting it, but it’s a losing battle.

For the past week I’ve been working on coursework to obtain a certification in a bid to make me more marketable to potential employers. It’s not been that difficult but it does require concentration.

Especially since midway through the course the bit of software I was learning was so dissimilar from the course materials being presented, that each lab required 20 minutes of hunting and pecking to find the control element the course material said I should see on a particular page. The software in question has changed radically since the course work was developed.

As you might imagine this added a level of frustration. To make matters worse, the differences multiplied three fold by the time I got to the end of the course.

The end was in sight, and the certificate was just out of reach.The first three modules, I scored between 93 and 100 on the module exam. By the fourth and final exam, I scored an 88. DAMN!!!!!

Starting to see the problem? My general frustration level was increasing on a number of fronts at the same time. 

There are a couple more certifications I want to get including one from an international organization for testing professionals. That’s a $250 course and I think I’m going to need absolute concentration to learn the material and pass that final.

Thankfully, I didn’t start that one at the same time because the random screams and badly imitated birdcalls apparently coming from my living room would certainly have annoyed me to the point of becoming a real asshole!

Yesterday evening, I literally couldn’t watch a movie without having the volume at “Sonic Boom” levels. Since the movie had gunfire and explosions the situation was untenable, even with the doors and windows closed. So I gave up and spent more time “exploring” the piece of software that has been giving me difficulty, outside the coursework assignments.

To add another cramp in my style: I like working on the deck in the early morning. It’s quite nice to enjoy the morning cool, with a cup of coffee, my computer, the birds singing in the trees, and my dog watching the world while curled up at my feet. He likes the morning “watch” and really likes our time together in the morning sun.

Right up until “HELLO SIR! HELLO SIR! UH HELLO SIR!!!!” The last, at a level that rivals a Saturn rocket taking off.

I feel like MurderBot. My internal dialogue is something like, “Maybe if I don’t answer she’ll go away. Uhhh nope, she really feels if she talks others are obligated to respond. Can’t she see that I’m working? Why can’t she leave me alone? What would she do if I was mute? I need to go check the perimeter. I wonder if she would leave me alone if I was wearing a set of obvious headphones? Maybe a bright shiny set of AirPod Max headphones…

At least I’m a sir. It’s at this point we exchange pseudo pleasantries and I move inside to continue working undisturbed. Jesse follows me in then lays down with a heavy sigh.

I guess my annoyance stems from the fact that I don’t like someone forcing me into a position where their sense of importance is predicated on my responding to them whether I give a shit about them or not.

Perhaps this is why I loathe the TQIA2S+ abc∏ part of the LGB community. I don’t care if they exist or not. I shouldn’t be forced to validate them.

I completed the course. I got the certificate and it is now listed on my resume and the linked in account for what that’s worth.

All of this leads to a question about the viability of remote work here at the house. I can’t be in a conference call with obscenities and fake whippoorwill bird calls punctuated with screaming.

Remote work will likely involve a lot of conference calls and video chat time. How can I explain it’s nothing, when those sounds will appear to be coming from inside my house?

Which leads me back to the whole issue of being subjugated in my own space by the vagaries of others who have no self control, common sense, or respect for their fellow humans.

That leads me back to being grumpy.

Hopefully, the neighbors lady friend and her defective offspring will be leaving soon. I rather suspect that the next door neighbor is finding this tiresome too.

He’s a voice actor who works from his home. He has a nice studio setup inside the house, but even his soundproofing probably can’t cut out all the noise from his back yard. If he starts missing deadlines due to retakes, he may decide the price is too high.

Am I a bad person for wanting peace and quiet? Has my neighborhood become like the apartment complex I lived in down in Escondido? I don’t have gunshots ringing out 2 blocks over on weekends when rival gangs went to war with each other… yet. But certainly things appear to be going south here in my little mountain community.

If I’m going to have to put up with incessant noise, what’s the point of living here? An apartment in Wyoming, Virginia, Kentucky, Tennessee, or three blocks from my mother and stepfather in Florida would do just as well. A perk is that I could call the landlord when something broke.

I find myself wondering if I’m crazy, just grumpy, suffering from over sensitivity, or are these things that annoy the shit out of me actually valid.

It’s time for bed. I’m exhausted. Once agin, the dog is right.

Tomorrow, I’ll send out the new resume and wait to see if this improves my responses.

While I’m waiting for the rest of the Memorial Day weekend to come to a close, I’ll clean and toss more stuff. 

Remember Memorial Day isn’t about sales, or garage sales. It’s about remembering and appreciating all those who didn’t come home and who believed that fighting for our ability to have a BBQ and shop in peace and freedom was worth their lives.

I guess compared to their sacrifice, my bitching is insignificant.

Hug a soldier and have a nice few days.

There are times when my brain runs in the strangest ways

As I’ve chronicled, I’ve been looking for a job, in my field for a long time.

I read job postings daily. 

This morning, before dawn I was having coffee reading job postings as I do every morning. I apply to those positions for which I’m qualified and comfortable my skills would be well suited.

Recently, I’ve seen a trend where the job posting is clearly misleading.

The most obvious is;

Fully Remote” then further into the posting the requirement is that you live in the city the company is in. Further down the long list of requirements is that the company wants the employee to be in the office some number of days per week. 

That’s not a fully remote job, that’s what companies are calling a hybrid position.

It’s the old “bait and switch” and honestly probably creates an overwhelming response of resumes and applicants that the HR department has to filter.

A variation is where while filling out the preprogrammed application the prospective employee is asked if they’re willing to relocate, and what the relocation time frame is.

In other words they might consider you if you’re planning to move to their location on your own dime.

Again, this is a hybrid position at best, more likely, it’s a position in an office.

I’ve also been seeing a growing number of positions where the position title or description is completely different from the actual responsibilities delineated other down the page.

For example;

Manual Testing position

Then further down, “Must create automated testing using (Program de jour) from user stories.”

Then there are the endless typos or AI generated nonsense sentences  describing the work to be done, followed by a list of every possible buzzword that’s ever been used in technology.

This made me wonder if I’m the only person who finds HR departments nearly useless.

So I did a web search simply asking, “Is any employee happy with their HR department?”

The results were interesting in that, most of the articles returned were talking about working in an HR department, instead of if employees liked or were happy with HR.

It reminded me of the results you’d get during COVID if the question you asked was about alternative treatments.

Rephrasing the question didn’t significantly improve the returned results. There was a peppering of >10 year old articles about dissatisfaction with HR but nothing current.

One Forbes article (from 12 years ago) flatly stated, “Employees will ask for assistance from anyone but their HR department.”

I began wondering if the results were because the search algorithm was overwhelmed by negative articles and decided that it would “Improve” the world by masking reality.

There are people who seem to believe that sweeping the issues under the carpet is better than presenting the truth. The theory goes something like, “We shouldn’t reinforce the negative because that will compound the issue and cause more people to pile on to the beleaguered party.

You see similar results if you specifically look for images of black folks trashing or looting stores or fast food places. What you get is results of anyone but black folks engaging in these activities.

I know this because on the one hand “X” sometimes presents incident after incident, literally showing black folks fighting each other in Walmarts, Targets, or McDonalds.

But when I try to search for the actual incident to find out what the specifics were, why this happened, or who provoked who, there are few, if any results.

This leads me to wonder, is what I’m seeing on “X” some kind of AI hoax, or is the algorithm suppressing reports of the events?

I suspect the latter.

What this suggests to me is that truth may be entirely subjective. This is not because true is variable, but because either people can’t handle the truth, don’t want the truth, or the powers that be choose to obfuscate or shape the truth for their own ends.

3 days ago, entering “Senator Van Hollen” brought up article, after article, about his “Brave” fight to bring a ‘mistakenly deported’ man home from El Salvador.

Now that same search parameter displays Senator Van Hollen’s record in the senate and his biography. Adding “El Salvador” to the search and articles are presented about the Senator’s trip to El Salvador and that he’s defending “Due Process”.

It changed shortly after revelations that Kilmar Abrego Garcia had a standing deportation order, restraining orders against him, from his wife, and that El Salvador counts Garcia among the membership of MS13.

Senator Van Hollen has egg on his face, the public opinion polls regarding the Democrat party and its leadership dropped over the good Senator’s publicity stunt.

Taxpayers are not thrilled that the Senator used their money to demand that we waste more taxpayer money to bring Kilmar Abrego Garcia back to the United States, put him before a judge (spending more taxpayer money) only to have a hearing that will in all likelihood result in Garcia being deported again, (spending yet more taxpayer money).

We could have that hearing in absentia, or via zoom and then decide if Garcia should be returned to the US or remain in his home country.

The good Senator, with the help of the Media is trying to reframe the “Truth” in order to shore up both the Senator’s polling numbers and those of the Democrat party.

There are a few diehard media outlets like MSNBC that still maintain Kilmar Abrego Garcia was “mistakenly deported”. That’s just because their hatred for Trump is so strong that even in the face of a standing deportation order, they must paint the Trump administration as sitting at the right hand of Satan.

I find all of this amusing. It exemplifies the old quote; “This is how civilization dies, not with a bang… but with a whimper.”

When all data sources are tainted, facts are obfuscated, people are divided or polarized by falsehoods and misrepresentation, when truth is entirely subjective… Civilization as we’ve known it, is circling the drain.

The weakness of old age and infirmity means that a younger more aggressive and probably more authoritarian civilization will sweep in to fill the vacuum. 

We have historical examples. Rome, Greece, The Ottoman Empire, and Egypt, all stand as sign posts.

Issac Asimov’s Foundation touched on these themes. Even though it is science fiction, The opening chapters ring true.

Hari Seldon, through the mathematics of Psychohistory told an Empire that it was doomed. Seldon said there was nothing that could stop the fall, but there were actions that could be taken to shorten the darkness between the fall of the current civilization and the rise of the next. 

In the twilight of the Empire, truth was subjective, people believed what was most comfortable or that which gave them purpose or comfort.

I’m amused because no matter where I look, I see evidence suggesting that history, or the fantasy of Foundation is playing out real time.

The “Empire” known as western civilization is falling. As in Asimov’s tale, it’s rotting from within.

Life is imitating art.

So perhaps it’s time to start thinking about creating the First Foundation. Perhaps it’s time to start preserving all that we’ve learned, and locking it away to protect it from the fall so that when our species is ready to reach for the stars again, science, philosophy, medicine, and a dispassionate record of history can guide our descendants forward quickly, instead of spending 1 or 2 thousand years in barbarism.

This line of crazy thinking has led me to wondering if our ancestors addressed this particular problem and how they attempted to solve it. Is there really a library of knowledge under the left paw of the Sphinx?

How would I solve the problem? Stone monuments attract attention. Various religious groups today will destroy monuments they perceive as antithetical to their beliefs. Our own people remove statues they find heretical.

How would I preserve knowledge? Books and libraries are subject to burning. Stone is more durable, but limited from a spacial perspective. A technological solution could work, but is inherently delicate and prone to malfunctions, power issues, or damage. 

Maybe I’ve found a project to fill the rest of my days.

My coffee cup and pot are now empty. Time to get on with the day.

And this is how I get sidetracked all too often.

Have a great day.

I suppose he rallied for one last Easter

Pope Francis died.

I’m sorry to hear that. I disagreed with a whole lot of his opinions. I thought that he was too liberal and extended the olive branch too freely to people who would seen the church and western civilization in flames.

But he was a holy man.

Holy Men see the best in everyone and believe that goodness and decency will win out in the hearts of even their enemies.

Sometimes they’re right.

Since I’m not Catholic I have no place to express my opinion about Papal Edicts or the direction Pope Francis was taking the church.

A few weeks ago, I thought Pope Francis was on his way out. He spent a lot of time in the hospital. Then the Vatican said he was recovering. He was seeing people, and offered blessings at the Easter Mass. I truly thought he was going to hang around for another few years.

Even if I disagreed with him, even though I’m not Catholic, the Pope is a constant in my life and to some extent I look to the Pope, and others, for generalized moral standards.

I’m sorry Pope Francis is dead.

I think it speaks to his strength of will, or his faith, perhaps both, that he apparently pushed to make one more Easter Mass.

Sleep well Francis…

I saw this on X today. It got me thinking.

Refuse MEME.Up until March or April of 2020 I was suspicious of our Government but still naively believed that they were mostly okay, and that corruption was not the norm.

We had a new President, a supposedly novel and little understood disease, (turns out it was neither since Covid-19 is apparently a chimera virus built in a lab,) and 14 days to stop the spread.

At the time I believed that President Trump had been falsely maligned for attempting to close the border and the Nancy Pelosi and other Democrats were out of their minds fighting him on the subject. Then, as now, I think their fighting him was about nothing more than abject, bitter, hatred.

Either they knew that COVID-19 wasn’t a real threat, or they were colluding with other world leaders to make sure the whole planet was exposed. I still find it hard to wrap my head around the possibility that these politicians hated Trump so much that they’d rather burn the world down, than admit he was right.

I say this because the logic of quarantining a region where an unknown disease has originated is irrefutable.

If a disease originates in a particular region, and is essentially confined to that region, you prevent travel from or to the region. That allows time for the medical folks to suit up in biohazard suits to minister to the afflicted without contaminating the rest of the world. In no scenario do you allow travel by air to destinations around the world. 

This is actually something we’ve known since the 1950s when nuclear and biological weapons were a real possibility and our military ran endless scenarios regarding the outcomes of either, based on prevailing wind patterns.

If things had ended there, I would have written it off as a series of poor decisions and chalked it up to morons being elected to Congress.

But then it went further. Suddenly we had a vaccine, but vaccines take decades of clinical trials or at least they’re supposed to.

We had doctors suggesting caution regarding the vaccine, who were then censored.

As the situation went on, it devolved. President Biden claimed it was a pandemic of the unvaccinated and painted all those folks as pariahs for choosing to exercise their right to bodily autonomy.

It was the first time in my life that I felt completely and utterly betrayed by my government.

Worse was the sense of betrayal I felt when most of the country turned off their brains and many would gladly have seen unvaccinated people thrown into camps.

People from all walks of life suddenly felt like potential enemies, and some places went so far as to go “fascist” demanding to see your covid shot record. The NAZIs did that regarding people’s IDs and travel permits. “Where are your papers?” Was used to terrorize citizens of occupied nations.

Hospitals refused to help cancer patients or perform some surgeries on people unless they were “Cleansed” by an experimental vaccine.

I spent these years feeling more alienated than at any point in my life. What was being forced on the American people and indeed the world was absolutely, undeniably wrong.

I still feel alienated. The schism created by politics, the BLM summer of “Love”, lockdowns, and all the rest has made me feel very disconnected. 

Add the revelations of widespread waste, and potential corruption, throughout the government and, well, as the late Jerry Doyle put it in the title of his 2010 book “Have You Seen My Country Lately?: America’s Wake-Up Call” 

Have you seen my country lately? I seem to have misplaced it. Whatever this is now, it’s not the country I thought I lived in. 

Granted, Trump, Musk, Bondi, Hegseth, Vance, Patel, and all the rest claim to be working to restore our nation. They may in fact be doing that in every way but one of the most critical.

The soul of our nation had been very wounded for a long time. Thus far I’ve not heard a plan to heal that wound.  I still feel very alienated and mistrusting of my fellow citizens and more so, our government.

I don’t think we should live in the past. But I do think we shouldn’t forget how wrong things went, or how quickly. There’s a cautionary tale here, and something important to be learned.