Say no to the fearmongers.

I was watching the CBS news last night.

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I know, not a good thing and certain to give you indigestion.

They caught my attention because they did this “shooting timeline

Essentially, they plotted all the “Major” ie “Newsworthy” shootings in 2012 & 2013 and concluded that these shootings typically happened about 6 weeks apart.

They ended of course with the LAX and Westfield Mall shootings. And a grim total of 84 dead.

I should point out that the Westfield mall shooting resulted in no shootings except the self inflicted fatal wound of the shooter himself.

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What struck me was that CBS didn’t include police shootings which I would argue are far more terrifying because the police are supposed to protect us, not shoot us.

The most recent of these was in New York where officers shot at and missed a perpetrator but managed to wound innocent bystanders on the street.

They also said nothing about the 13 year old who was shot and killed on the street near his home by a police officer in Northern California less than 10 seconds after the encounter began. The 13 year old was carrying a bb gun…

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CBS also completely ignored the incessant shootings in Chicago and Washington DC. I would argue that the daily violence in Chicago rivals or exceeds the violence we saw in the Nigeria mall shooting, which CBS included in their mass shooting timeline.

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How many people per day have to be shot in Chicago’s “Gun Free zone” before the magnitude of this national tragedy and fallacy of “Gun Free Zones” is newsworthy?

Don’t misunderstand,mass shootings are horrible. They’re the product of a deranged mind or minds. Shootings during the commission of a crime are horrific.

Often these shootings are used as circumstantial evidence in support of stricter gun control.

This was evident in the CBS report as one to the CBS reporters was shown asking Harry Reid if he would push additional gun control legislation given the recent LAX and Mall shootings.

I find myself on the other side of the argument.

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I can’t help but think if one or two citizens had been carrying concealed weapons, or if an off-duty police officer (who could shoot straight) was carrying a weapon that the mall shooting, or the Colorado theater shooting, or the LAX shooting, or Sandy Hook, would have ended very differently.

By differently, I mean with the deranged individual bleeding out on the floor and the innocent citizens either physically unscathed or far fewer number among the injured.

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I’m not suggesting a wild west scenario, I’m suggesting, putting down an obvious and dangerous threat to the society.

We’d have no problem, and in fact in the past we didn’t have a problem shooting rabid animals in the streets when they posed a threat to the community.

These deranged criminals, regardless of their mental health, their medications, or lack thereof are demonstrably more dangerous to the community than any rabid animal.

I find myself believing more and more that community safety is better preserved by having random people in the community carrying concealed weapons, and knowing how to use them.

If a criminal has no idea and no way to anticipate what kind of resistance they’re likely to encounter then only very stupid or very desperate criminals will commit heinous acts of mass violence.

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When I say carrying concealed weapons, It’s implied that these folks are properly trained, and know how to use their weapons appropriately.

Some people go through the training, and simulated crime situations only to discover they don’t have the temperament to carry a concealed weapon.

Most, if not all of those folks take that knowledge and don’t go any further. They don’t carry weapons, because they’ve learned that their temperaments or beliefs won’t let them harm another person.

Other people may discover that they’re a little too quick to draw and that too is valuable knowledge which may prevent those individuals from obtaining a concealed carry permit.

Obviously the rules and permitting requirements vary from state to state, but training is almost always at the core of any concealed carry permit process.

Either case, desperate or stupid, I believe a criminal is more likely to be stopped before doing serious damage in a society where NewImageconcealed carry (and appropriate training) is the norm.

The fearmongers would have you believe that guns are used only by criminals, or sick individuals, the deranged, or terrorists.

The fearmongers would present a case where we can only be safe if guns and gun ownership are reduced.

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The fearmongers will sell you a belief that anyone who wants a gun is by definition; sick, twisted, insane, criminal, or a terrorist.

This is the worst kind of misrepresentation. It’s actually an example of conflation and to my mind it’s among the most despicable things of which the main stream media is guilty.

Last nights CBS broadcast was simply another in a long line of Anti “this” and Pro “that” rhetoric designed to manipulate our people, (For our own good, of course).

One need only compare and contrast the medias reporting styles from administration to administration to see manipulation time and again.

Recently I found myself finding this all too familiar.

It was as if I’d read it or seen it in an “reductio ad absurdum” form in a book or movie.

The propaganda of many governments and tyrannical regimes springs easily to mind. Those examples are paraded by all opponents of any government policy.

What was trying to surface from the dark recesses of my curdled brain was more extreme…

Then I was reminded of the movie Serenity.

In the movie, a Teacher is describing all the benefits of Alliance rule, and how it brought true civilization to many worlds.

One of the students asks why a rebel group would refuse all these benefits and fight against the Alliance.

Another student says, “People don’t like to be meddled with. We tell them what to do, what to think, don’t run, don’t walk. We’re in their homes and in their heads and we haven’t the right. We’re meddlesome.”

The teacher replies, We’re not telling them what to think, we’re telling them how.

Later, One of the heroes, after discovering that the Alliance has lied and carried out an experiment that was supposed to make people peaceful but which destroyed millions, an entire world and also created a group of very aggressive monsters says; “Sure as I know anything, I know this – they will try again. Maybe on another world, maybe on this very ground swept clean. A year from now, ten? They’ll swing back to the belief that they can make people… better.”

I think my brain latched onto the movie because it was ironic coming from Hollywood. Hollywood has been a staunch supporter of public policies designed to make us better.

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No plastic bags.

No smoking… not in bars, not in cars, not on the beach, and recently not even in your own apartment.

No guns, more government control, less individual responsibility…

Entertainment has reflected these messages.

But these reflections are from a dark and elitist mirror.

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Hollywood celebrities who run afoul of the law receive only the lightest of punishments. The average person committing the same crime, finds themselves being gang raped in prison.

Congress imposes laws, punitive taxes, and creates draconian bureaucracies, yet exempts themselves as a function of the same law. The bureaucracies consider our lawmakers exempt from their tender mercies as well.

All of it of course is  “in the public interest”, “for your own good”, “for the good of the children”.

Sometimes they’re even right. But even in being “right”…

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They’re meddlesome.

Through it all, our media continues to repeat the accepted party line in a never ending sycophantic orgy, instead of asking questions, reporting facts and performing their duty.

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Benjamin Franklins quote;

Believe none of what you hear and half of what you see

Rings truer today than ever before.

Give it some thought when you listening to the evening news.

Just sayin…

 

Another Insomniac night

There are times when I want my mind to work … and it won’t. That’s been happening more often lately than I’d like to admit.

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Then other times like now when I want my mind to stop, be quiet and let me rest.

It’s one of those nights when I can’t just slip into the abyss of dreams.

No, tonight my mind is alive with thoughts and memories and sensations all at once. It’s like having the cacophony of the construction zone outside my back window, right behind my eyes.

The half dreamed, the regrets that pile up, the trips you wish you’d taken, the opportunities missed, the sexual escapades you denied yourself, the loves unrequited, in short the life that could have been… if only… 

All of these things screaming at me at once saying, “PAY ATTENTION TO ME!”

Then I’m awake. Fully awake and I know I’m not going to sleep for hours. I wonder if I’m amped about something in particular or is it just “normal” occasional insomnia.

Was killing another social media account really the right thing to do? What does that say about me? Am I becoming anti-social, or just rejecting the impersonal words on a computer screen for real presence? Am I losing my mind? 

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Is the antibiotic I’m on, the one that was causing me to be dizzy also causing this angst? I hope it is the problem but can’t help wondering if the drug is inducing the angst or is it simply ripping away the barrier that prevents me from looking at my life in an objective way.

If I’m looking at my life in an objective way, how would I change things? What does it say about me that I’m apparently so very capable of deluding myself into numbness?

I think of the friend who’s just come back to the states after having lived in China for almost two years. He had guts and chose his freedom over convention. He saw an opportunity and he took it. I want to go see him to hear what he’s done and yet I’m in pretty much the same place I was when he left. Only now I don’t even have a job to show for my time spent… doing what… being predictable? I feel ashamed.

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I pop out to Craigs list and wonder how close I am to being a broken sad person like so many people in the personals on that site. Briefly I wonder if it’s as simple as giving up.

Fuck it! I’m going to have a drink!

The anesthetic of whiskey helps a little.

Still my mind is a whirling vortex of thoughts. 

Time ticks by. 

A theme I seem to come to again and again is the question, “Have I built my own silk lined cage?” Having built that cage why am I not happy in it? What more do I want? If I can’t define it, does it mean the proverbial “It” doesn’t exist and I’m in fact tilting at windmills?

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Time ticks by

Why has it become so very difficult for me to seize the day? Perhaps a better question is, “When did it become so difficult?”

Is this being old?

I’ve loved a few times in my life. I mean truly loved, that heart rending crazy with desire kind of love that drove me to the brink of insanity. The love that makes it a joyous relief to get out of your clothes and just touch skin to skin.

Some of those loves are no longer in this world. 

Other people that I’ve cared very deeply about as friends are no longer around either.

Is getting old not actually a function of time passing, but instead a function of losses adding up around us until we have so little in common with the people surrounding us that we prefer to be with those who’ve gone on before us?

Does a familiar voice, or the smell of someones skin, or the way they looked in the morning, become so desired by us that we long for the dirt nap?

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Time ticks by

My drink is sweating on the desk. The water droplets following the same inexorable tug of gravity as the inexplicable tears running down my cheek.

I miss those I’ve lost. I know I’m going to lose more people that I care about in due time. Are my tears for them, or for me?

Time ticks by

How do I go about moving forward again when I’ve misplaced all my forward momentum? The same four walls are most certainly not the answer. I’ve realized that trying to reignite my passion for a new career, job, or whatever can’t be done in a vacuum. 

I’m not ready to be old yet. 

And yet… I’m tired.

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I understand my Grandfathers comment about “Routine Changes”. 

I always thought he was talking about politics “Politicians are all liars and crooks”. I see now he was talking about the “NEW” that was really the “old”. Its just the “Old” dressed up in a new Sunday hat.

Over time I guess I’ve become jaded. Politicians are still crooks & liars. Young people still think that they know everything. Their new whats-it, system, whatever is the best, and original, and no-one has ever tried it before.

I’ve seen repetitive patterns in business for years. Software development methodologies spring to mind. You can also see it in education.

Core competencies? (New Sunday hat name for reading writing and arithmetic.) You know the stuff they taught all us “over 50s” with a paddle hanging in the principals office and a sharp crack of a ruler across our knuckles.

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Those incentives coupled with the terror you faced at the prospect of being held back a grade meant that you worked your ass off to pass your exams. Back in the day Teachers weren’t really all that concerned with your insignificant feelings about education. They were concerned about you actually being educated.

Grandpa was right, it cycles at least once in your lifetime.

This is one of those posts that I usually delete.

Apparently it was the antibiotic. As I read this I think “Wow who is this?” I acknowledge it’s me, but it’s me without filters.

What the hell? I’ll post it. Probably pop right up on the NSA screen

Hi NSA! 

Warning… This is techno-drivel…

Sorry to my non geek friends…Stop reading before your eyes start bleeding.


I noticed that Blackberry is releasing a version of the BBM (Blackberry messenger) for iPhone,  in 2008 it was a pretty neat application.

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I used it a lot but it was only really useful if your friends also had Blackberrys.

The practical upshot is that I had a grand total of about 10 people that I chatted with using the BBM service.

I’ll admit that there was a momentary “OH Cool” when I read that BBM was out on the iPhone.

Then I thought about it.

I can’t think of a single person in my circle of acquaintances that still uses any blackberry device. 

Wow! 

I really hadn’t thought about how long it had been since I’d even seen a Blackberry, other than the one sitting at the bottom of my sock drawer.

So at this late stage in the game, why the hell is Blackberry even bothering? The single advantage to BBM was that you didn’t use your carrier text messages. BBM used Blackberrys servers and your data plan instead of .20 text messages. 

Who doesn’t have unlimited texting these days?

BBM used to be top of the line.

A big disadvantage was that you couldn’t just reach out to anyone. They had to have a blackberry and you had to exchange a PIN number. On the one hand, this completely eliminated SPAM on the other hand the initial sync procedure was a pain in the ass.

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How is BBM any better than Apples messenger or simply normal text messages?

There are far more of my friends today that have iPhones. Apples Messenger works across iPad, iPhone, and the latest Mac OS X versions.

It’s simple, efficient, and just works. Messenger sends via your data plan if it knows the other device is something Apple. Your iPhone will select text messaging if the receiving device isn’t Apple. 

Had Blackberry continued to dominate the smartphone market and serve their business market, BBM on iPhone and Android today would be a welcome application.

However with the minuscule presence of Blackberry in smartphone market and the growing BYOD (Bring your own device) paradigm. I think the BBM application will suffer a fate similar to Blackberry’s formerly ubiquitous phones, obscurity and eventual irrelevance.

Sad really, when a great company slips and falls like Blackberry has.

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Have you heard about Widows 8.1???


Apple will be releasing OS X Mavericks shortly.

As I think about Windows and how poorly the latest versions have been received by the general public.

It occurred to me, if Apple wanted to drive a stake through windows heart (too much TrueBlood), they’d release their latest OS for $19.99 on any Intel platform.

Compared to the outrageous cost of Windows, I wonder how many people would simply say, “yeah I’m done with Windows” and pony up the $.

Perhaps that would be a more merciful death for Windows than “The Death of a thousand fuckups” it’s experiencing now. 

Nah… Apple won’t be that merciful to Microsoft. 

We read your beads without ever talking to you…

 

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We don’t have to ask, all we have to see or hear is the way you race your little wanna be drifter car with it’s flatulent exhaust into our neighborhood.

We know you’re out of your element precisely because of your dark windows.

We smile seeing you lock up your brakes when the pavement runs out.

We know you’re lost, led astray by your GPS.

We see your confusion at being lost because you don’t understand the failure of your technology.

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I’ll give you a little hint… Mountainous terrain and the mineral composition of the mountains can, and often does introduce errors in the GPS signal.

If you’re depending on your phone to give you guidance you better hope that you’ve got a cell signal too.

Not that I care… I personally wait for the day when one of your morons goes flying up my street, and straight into the wash.

I don’t necessarily hope that you die but I’m a big believer in Darwin awards.

Not that any of you would understand what the above sentences mean, you’re dumbfucks and you deserve what you get.

To you, technology is magic, never wrong, and using your mind, or eyes, or the barest shred of common sense is a totally foreign concept.

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You’re lemmings, sheep, Prey… People like you are why Americans in most parts of the world are thought of as morons and easy marks.

Thanks for that by the way…

When you drive off the road into the wash and your little POS car is broken, there is no doubt in my mind that you’ll try to sue the GPS maker or the county or the local residents for your stupidity. Because after all you’re not responsible for your actions are you?

Believe me, you hit one of the local kids because you were going too fast, on single lane residential roads & your bleached bones might be found in the mountains… eventually… if your family is really, really lucky.

Word of advice…

Slow down, remember that in your haste to get somewhere you often miss the beauty of where you are…

BTW, your phones navigation system will most likely work better too.

Ode to the wash

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I for one miss the little meandering wash of 20 years ago.
 
I miss walking the in it. I miss the little thread of water that was in the bottom of the wash almost year round and the way my dogs would find pools to lay in and cool off during our walks.
 
I miss the treasures of semi polished stones that could be sometimes be found in the wash bed.
 
We used to have coyotes come to the wash, morning and evening for water.
 
Geology students from local high schools and colleges would come here for samples and classes. The instructor teaching the class about the mountains, their relative youth and the minerals found here.
 
Then some kind of flood event happened or the wash became perceived as a threat.
 
Mitigation efforts began, and the wash became wider, deeper, filled with more loose soil eroding ever more rapidly and our little wash was suddenly, one Spring afternoon… gone.
 
It was replaced by a large grey dusty, dry, gaping wound most of the time. At other times is was turned into a raging angry torrent of muddy water and boulders that shook the ground. 
 
In the final mitigation project…  Stone, concrete, roads, barriers, and control demonstrate that sometimes it’s better to have left well enough alone. 

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The project goes forward 6 days a week. Rumbling machines, digging equipment, cement trucks, rock carriers, and all manner of big Tonka toys. (The rock trucks are a touch of irony they’re bringing rocks UP from the desert to reinforce the sides of the wound they’ve created.) Our little wash is being remade, reformed, conquered, dominated, dare I say raped?
 
I think all of us luxuriate in Sundays because we can sleep a little later and have a whole day where there’s nothing but the sound of wind and birdsong in the trees.
 
On Sunday, people come to the rim of what used to be a gentle little wash with water in it most of the time.
 
They gape at the canyon that now separates one side from the other, some shake their heads and go back inside their homes then draw the blinds on the windows facing the wash.
 
Others are angry and others still, are just sad.
 
I hope that as the work finishes and the trees are replanted the “revised” wash won’t be such a glaring permanent reminder of mans desire to dominate nature. 
 
 I have a feeling that the wound will be a very long time healing.
 
Time will tell if this flood project will prevent the roads from being washed out. I suspect that it will create pools of standing, stagnant water. That will no doubt require more “maintenance” from the county to keep the mosquitoes down. 
 
Our little wash was in reality gone the minute bulldozers rolled in 10 or 15 years ago.
 
They cut and gouged their way toward the mountain, each year going further and deeper.  Some years when the bulldozers didn’t come, the wildlife came back, coyotes, and bears, raccoons, deer and the occasional cougar or bobcat, and other critters.

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The balance would be disrupted again by the growl of heavy diesel engines and the wash got deeper, & wider. Eventually water didn’t flow and collect anymore so neither did the wildlife.
 
Through the years, we had hope that the bulldozers wouldn’t come again and the wash would recover.
 
It’s certain now that our little babbling wash is gone forever. 
 
With it, one of the reasons I chose to live here.
 
It’s not your fault, Mr Flood Control. You’re doing your job and your goal is to protect property, homes, and prevent roads from being washed out.
 
I get it, but I’ll mourn the loss of the shallow little wash behind my house; 
 
The wash with a few errant Mt. Mahogany’s growing in the middle of it. 
 
The wash where I took my Geologist father, who spent hours looking at the tailings. 
 
Finally he loaded up a fair sized backpack with actinolite, then handed it to me to hump out of the wash. Those samples he sent to his geologist buddies all over the world, because thats how geologists give gifts to each other.
 
More recently the wash was a place where a precocious little girl all of 5 years old pronounced with the absolute certainty only a 5 year old can have, that we couldn’t be in a creekbed, riverbed or wash. 

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When I inquired why, she pointed out that stones in creeks and rivers were rounded, therefore since these rocks were jagged this wasn’t a creek, river, or wash. 
 
She modified her conclusion when I pointed out how close the mountain peaks were and asked how far she thought the rock had to tumble to get smooth. To this day I don’t know if she believed me, but she took it under advisement.
 
See it’s not just a wash that sometimes flooded. To us, it’s a place of memories, wildlife, discovery, and laughter. 
 
Well… It was all of these things, when it was the shallow little wash behind the house.
 
To the people on the town council, the wash was simply an inconvenience when they had to take the long way out of town. 
 
To the county and flood control,  it was a potential hazard. 

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To the people who live along the wash, it was a neighbor who sometimes had a bad day or two, but a neighbor whose good days and benefits greatly outweighed the bad.
 
You see, Flood Control.
 
We were angry and are sad because we’re mourning the loss of a friend & the natural wildness we moved 90 miles away from Los Angeles to enjoy.