Ahhh what they can’t have, they destroy.

The Transgenders are at it again. Well, they’re attempting to destroy gay male (real male) spaces again. Whether they’ll succeed is another question.

Grizzly Pines gay campground USA 1536x864.There’s a gay male clothing optional campground in Texas. (Who knew?). The place is called “Grizzly Pines” it’s a bit northwest of Houston.

On the website the campsite says very clearly this is a place that caters to Males. You’d think that would be enough, BUUUUUTTTT… It’s not. 

Why isn’t their description enough? Because the definition of Male and Female has been so muddied by Trans Activists. 

Now days a woman can wake up and think she’s a man, (She isn’t). Then she can decide to invade places that are by definition male spaces. Some establishments allow this sort of thing, (They’re wrong).

Even if a woman has undergone all the gender modification surgery and can pass. There’s one thing that will not change, her psyche.

Campit gay camping.It doesn’t matter what she thinks, if she was raised as a female, she still thinks like a female. Most women in a male only, and specifically, a gay male only situation just don’t get it.

Because they don’t get it, they immediately try to change the situation to suit their comfort level.

Men are by nature predatory. I’ve been in clothing optional situations where it was perfectly acceptable to simply engage in sex without a lot of preamble or discussion. 

Honestly, it’s freeing. It’s comfortable to revert to our male “caveman” nature. For a man to be able to shed the veneer of politeness, artificial civility, and 21st century “acceptable behavior” is one of the most relaxing things a man can experience.

Men are very different creatures when they don’t have to engage in bullshit. Men inherently know what we’re there for. I myself have walked up to another man who was a complete stranger and had my way with him. 

I saw someone that was attractive to me, I went for it and a good time was had by all. Likewise, I’ve been the object of desire for another man. No BS! Hell we didn’t even exchange names.

No dinner, drinks, or small talk. Just feeding our physical needs and then moving on. I’ve seen women freak out about it. They were lesbians who retreated to their rooms then complained to the hotel management.

In that instance, they were told simply, “You were warned that this weekend we hosted a group of men that were going to be engaging in an event when you booked. The responsibility for you being offended lies with you.

The Lesbians checked out the next morning. To their credit they didn’t make a big scene about it, and because they didn’t make a big scene, the hotel charged them a discounted night’s stay and helped them find a more appropriate hotel a block away.

Trans activists don’t take it as well. In fact lately they seem to demand that men who are only into other men, have sex with them. Then when the men are predatory they complain about that too.

Get a group of men together in a situation as I’ve described, and I can tell you something changes. It may be the sounds, the smell of sweat, the pheromones wafting in the air, or whatever, but every man in the group responds to the situation emotionally and physically. 

We all get our freak on and there’s not a lot of talking. Picture it like men eating at Thanksgiving. When the food is on the table, we’re not chitchatting about the table decorations. We’re interested in eating.

In a sexual, clothing optional, orgy situation, our brains turn off and other parts are in control. There’s nothing quite like waking up to the sunrise tangled in a bit of a dog pile on the lawn or pool area after a night of revelry.

There’s no guilt, shame, or discussion. Maybe someone will ask if there’s coffee, or suggest sharing breakfast together after a quick shower.

So it’s with these experiences in mind that I find the whole idea of a Transgender “whatever” trying to interact in these male spaces laughable. I suspect it would go one of a few ways. 

1) The Trans would be completely intimidated, if not terrified.

2) The Trans would attempt to out male the actual males in the crowd. The men would react to that falsehood as men normally react. They’d isolate or shun the liar.

3) The female brain would kick in and the Trans would start telling all the men in the space how they should behave. 

No matter how it worked out, the Trans would be a discordant note in the gestalt of the group. Meaning, no-one would have a good time. Oh, and observing someone’s overly complex pronoun requirement is probably not on the table.

For goodness sake, the Trans folks can’t handle normal males trash talking each other. Where they’ve invaded mens locker rooms they demand men wear towels in the sauna. (I can go either way on that one, but prefer to be comfortable and be able to “Manspread” as the heat loosens my naughty bits.)

Oh and by the way. Men who think they’re women and haven’t had surgeries have no business in Women’s spaces either!

They’re still men. Their brains were wired by the way they were raised and there’s no doubt in my mind that the hormones males and females produce have something to do with the way our brains are wired right from the womb.

I applaud Grizzly Pines for taking a stand and preserving male only spaces. I’m concerned that they’ll lose when the activists take it to court, and we all know they will.

If that happens, the activists will have destroyed yet another business, and they’ll have dictated what someone may or may not do on their own property,  which is fundamentally wrong.

Originally I wasn’t going to write a piece on this. But I’ve seen several articles about it over the past few weeks and it looks like the fight is growing instead of dying down.

The latest article is here

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. The LGB community (what’s left of it), must separate itself from the trans community.

Female and Male only spaces deserve to be preserved. In that, the LGB folks have natural allies in the straight community and perhaps therein is the key to all of us being able to enjoy freedom from increasing Transgender tyranny.

Why I’ve really started hating people. Let me count the ways!

Ok, social media is definitely not for me.

Picture it as a broken sewer main of shitty people with a very occasional super nice person.

LinkedIn – For fucks sake has turned into Facebook with a pseudo business bent. I’ve been on LinkedIn since 2019, when much to my dismay I was told I needed to have it so that HR people could reach out to me, as our company was laying us all off.

Since then it’s been completely useless as a vehicle for finding a job and NO, I repeat, NO HR person has reached out to me. For a while it looked like they were turning it into a dating, pro-Palestine, DEI, & god knows what else kind of site.  None of which I’m interested in.

X/Twitter – OMG! Talk about a broken sewer pipe! Perhaps it’s that I’m easily bored. But damn! My most recent mistake on that site is that I commented on someone I didn’t realize was a flat Earther about being unsurprised that satellites wouldn’t show up in photos of astronauts working outside the ISS. 

Satellites are relatively small, tend not to have running lights and are most likely wouldn’t be seen unless they happened to reflect sunlight.

I went on to say I always missed seeing stars in the NASA photos and it bugged me. I once asked NASA why that was. They told me that often photos of planets would have the backgrounds blacked out to enhance the photo of the planet or object that was the actual subject of the photo.

Okay, that makes sense.

Credit: Don Pettit @astro_PettitI mentioned that I’d like to see photos of our galaxy. 

Then what happened was hundreds of people describing the way cameras work and this, that, and the other thing, including that space wasn’t real, we didn’t have people orbiting the earth, it was all fake etc. In the miasma of following shitposting, one post caught my attention. 

This post was from the son of an actual astronaut and very nicely explained that the ISS when on the daylight side of Earth had the same problem as we do. The stars are simply too dim versus the brightness of the sun to see. Then he included some breathtakingly beautiful photos his Dad had taken from the ISS while on the dark side of Earth. When I say breathtaking I mean it. Seeing those photos brought tears to my eyes because of their beauty.

I thanked him for the concise explanation, (even though I felt like, “Duhhhh,” I should have figured that out myself,) and for sharing the beautiful photos has Dad took. We had a pleasant exchange and he directed me to his Father’s account, the NASA website, and a Flickr account that I’d never heard of, where the astronauts posted more personal pictures they’d taken.

Basically it was a super nice adult exchange and I genuinely appreciated the information. I told him so, and thanked he & his Father for sharing. Then, thinking that was the end of it I went to bed.

This morning, my X account was still blowing up. People were still reiterating what had already been discussed and piling on. Then more people, the flat earth folks were denying that the photos were real and just going on & on about that.

I don’t like controversy and really don’t like people piling on without reading the whole thread. Generally, I read all of a thread before opening my mouth and adding my 2 cents. Yes, sometimes I screw up and add something redundant to a thread by I really try to avoid doing that, as it’s a waste of my time and everyone else’s time who may be in the comment thread.

However, in this case, (which is only the most recent in a long line of similar events,) I found myself being very depressed by it all.

Reevaluating my interactions on X I came to the realization that the vast majority of people on the site are… well, terrible people.

I partially remembered a line from Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy where Marvin the robot had just witnessed another robot destroy itself in a fit of anger and said, something like, “What a depressingly stupid robot.”

That sentiment is what I felt this morning. These people couldn’t just go, “Oh, that’s a lovely respectful conversation. Wow, those photos are really beautiful.” Instead, they had to drag it through absolute shit. 

I have a very hard time seeing the good in people. Jerry would often remind me that not all people in the world are shitheads. Since he’s been gone, I’m having a harder time remembering there are some good people.

Between the network news, X, LinkedIn, and just dealing with people in the grocery store it’s easy to have the “shitty people” belief reenforced.

It’s not just this one instance. However, this one seems to have broken the camels back. 

Going through the list of things I can’t stand hearing about anymore, I’ve concluded that too much interaction with the world is very depressing.

I don’t care about Palestine, or Trans rights, or the LGBT community, or the Democrats, politics, Republicans, Trump, the failure that is Congress, our broken Judiciary, the price of eggs, people demanding that Trump voters regret their vote, who’s talking about running for President in 2028, the welfare state, DOGE, government employees being laid off, taxes, the next iPhone, Ukraine, or much of anything else.

I realized, I miss looking up at the stars, (which I can’t see anymore because everyone around me is afraid of the dark). I miss simplicity, and beauty. Both of which are easily seen and appreciated, if you turn off the constant bullshit.

That’s what I’m going to do. Turn off the constant bullshit. I want peace & quiet. 

I want a little job that brings in enough money but not 100K. I want to be off mailing lists and urgent notifications, and to turn off the firehose of “Information”.

To that end, I’m closing accounts. I’m removing myself from mailing lists and locking down the flow of senseless conflict and controversy. This mechanized abomination we call “modern life” has made me unhappy.

I’m not angry about it, (although It’s going to be a while before I’m not assuming people are all shitty).

I’m looking at this as a mistake and fortunately it’s one I can correct.

I’m trying a hiatus. I’ll let you know how it goes… or not.

Apple has announced their WWDC dates

Apple WWDC25 Event Logo.I expect they’ll talk about IOS19.

Okay… 

I like a lot of the features in IOS18, I’d probably be a little more excited about IOS19 if Apple had finished implementing all the features promised in IOS18.

They’ve got until June I suppose, then the rumor mills and all the publications will switch to IOS19 stuff and we’ll see IOS18 finally completed in August or September.

Just in time to have IOS19 released in October. 

It’s not just Siri or Apple intelligence. It’s the entire ecosystem that I’m getting a little annoyed with.

There are some things about Apple’s move toward “Intelligence” that I’m not thrilled about.

Chief among these is Apple’s replacement of words while I’m texting or writing. I’d like to be able to tone down the replacement. I’d also like to have the ability in some cases for word replacement to go back to just underlining incorrect or questionable words.

The automatic replacement is annoying in some cases. If I’m writing something and moving fast I might stumble in spelling. In those instances Apple chooses what it thinks I meant, then doesn’t leave the highlight in place.

So if I’m writing stream of consciousness and glitch on a word I might not see it at all because I’m 6 paragraphs down the page. 

I only see the problem after I’ve pressed send or saved a document, by then I’ve forgotten what I meant to say and it makes proof reading much more difficult since if my spelling caused the selection of a completely different word, the next few words Apple replaces may be grammatically correct but not at all what I was saying. 

I’d like to select the old reliable red underscore and tell Apple intelligence to not replace a word or string of words. I’m going to notice the red underscore then correct spelling based on those highlights.

Dictation is a nightmare as well. This is one of the reasons that Siri & I don’t get along with each other. Sometimes, no matter how I pronounce something, Siri or the Apple dictation screws up so badly everything I said is completely lost or worse. Maybe its better to loose the thought than to have it butchered. 

For example, last night I was cuddling the dog and asked if he was ready to, “Go beddie by,” He knew exactly what that meant and went to the door for his last bathroom break of the evening. Siri on my phone across the room piped up and told me there was no Betty in my contact list and therefore it couldn’t complete my call. I don’t recall calling the dog by his name “Jesse,” which sometimes Siri mistakes for me asking for “Siri’s” assistance.

Thank God, I’d have been unknowingly calling someone at midnight on a Sunday!

AI input should be delayed so that the AI helps me, rather than overriding me or being so confident that it takes actions.

Recently, I used the AI in Microsoft Word and found it to be a more pleasant cooperative experience. In that case, the AI waited until it was called upon. When I asked for assistance, the AI evaluated the entire paragraph then did a fine job of cleaning up what I was saying.

I feel like I have to watch the Apple version like a hawk, this interrupts my train of thought and makes getting what I want on paper far more time consuming.

Perhaps, the next iterations of Apple operating systems will correct these issues but I’m not confident about it. Apple is renown for their arrogance when it comes to their software.

It looks like instead of correcting issues, Apple will be making IOS19 pretty. Yawn! I could be wrong, in fact I hope I am.

As disappointed as I was in Apple for not releasing an improved Apple Watch Ultra last year, (they changed the color not the inherent functionality,) I’m not excited to hear, and probably wont’ make time to watch, this years WWDC.

I’ll wait for the pundits and wags to breathlessly extoll the amazing WWDC25 announcements.

In other words, I’ll read about it over the following week.

I wonder if this is a sign of me being bored, or Apple being boring.

I guess we’ll see in June.

Ya know…

I’ve been on “X” (The application formerly known as Twitter,) for about two years, this time.

I’ve made plenty of comments. Some snarky, some funny, some very serious. But I’ve not made comments wherein I called someone I’d never interacted with, dumb shit or motherfucker.

The left on the other hand often tends to end their comments on something I might have said with epithets like that. 

I responded to Senator Markwayne Mullin the other day.

Senator Mullin was calling out the hypocrisy of the Democrat members of Congress over the admittedly careless conversation Pete Hegseth and others had on the Signal app.

The Senator correctly pointed out that the Signal App was approved for communications by the Government. He also pointed out that none of the material was necessarily classified and that while “Yes,” the discussion should have perhaps been handled over other channels. The issue was not as “Devastating, or a threat to National Security,” as the media and Democrats have been trying to paint it as.

I took a different position. I directly asked Senator Mullin this;

My question was based in what I remembered from the days when I had a security clearance.

I vaguely remember something about identifying myself if I was included on an email or other communication that was above my clearance level.

At the time it made perfect sense to me. I thought it was based not only in operational security but common decency and politeness, so my compliance was one of those things that came completely naturally.

Perhaps its because of my experience with clearances, my recognition that some classifications were so far beyond me that my knowing anything about certain subjects could get me imprisoned, or just that I was raised right, that the question popped into my head.

The one and only time I was included in something that I was not cleared for and brought it to the attention of the meeting organizer, I was complimented and several weeks later rewarded with a higher clearance.

I’d established that I could be trusted. Even though the higher clearance meant more responsibility, and more training in dealing with the different classification. It was worth it.

So it’s from this perspective that I viewed the situation.

Senator Mullin does almost daily posts where he explains the inner workings of Congress and topics that may be occupying the news cycle. I’ll rarely miss one of his posts because they’re informative and he speaks plainly.

There were a number of comments directed at my question that were about 50/50 positive/negative. But one comment was a one sentence very angry defense of Goldberg that ended with the writer calling me a dumbshit.

I don’t really care, but then I thought about it and wondered why the person was so angry.

I looked at their profile and on many issues, I agreed with their positions. What I didn’t agree with was this person’s frequently calling people that they didn’t agree with, dumbshit, motherfucker, cocksucker, etc…

I’ve got a foul mouth, but I try not to say, “Hey you! Yes you! Yeah, dumbshit! You! You’re a load your mother wishes she’d swallowed.

I might think it. But I’d no more say that, than the man in the moon.

Then I thought about it and decided I’m implementing a new rule.

I’m going to block anyone that speaks to me in a way that I wouldn’t tolerate in a bar. From this perspective, if I’d not speak to you in a bar, or hang out with you in person, there is no incentive whatsoever to put up with you on X.

So, my blocked list grows, not out of fear, or being thin skinned. I simply refuse to be a punching bag for abusive people whether I may agree with them or not.

I value myself too highly to waste time arguing online or to take anyone’s shit.

Treat yourself well, and have a great day.

Well that goofy email turned out to be a real job inquiry.

It was a legitimate job.

When I responded they sent me a little 15 question quiz, which to answer properly would have been at least a 15 page response. 

That wasn’t the problem. The problem was that the further I went into the answers the more I realized they didn’t want just a person to do a job. What they really wanted was a manager or a lead role.

The more I thought about that, the more I remembered why I’d stepped away from management roles. Then I thought about managing people in today’s workforce and everyone’s feelings and pronouns and gender identity and racial identity, how much politics has permeated the business world, and how easily offended people are…

Still further into the quiz, my stomach knotted, the pounding in my ears grew, and after wondering why I was in such a foul mood, it dawned on me the mere thought of being in management again was triggering me.

It’s not that I can’t do lead roles or management. It’s that when I’d stepped away, people were already more interested in all the bullshit distractions than actually doing the job.

Being labeled a manager or lead had become only a title and the manager was nothing more than a fall guy when something didn’t work. But that person had no real authority to control the outcome. 

The role was a placeholder to insulate upper management whose poor decisions could potentially lead to project failure.

I can’t begin to imagine how horrifically screwed up being in one of those roles would be today.

What became crystal clear was that I not only wanted no part of that, but that physically it wouldn’t be healthy.

I made a decision. 

Much as I want and need a job. It is still as true today, as when I exited from management, I choose to be happy, healthy, and want to be able to put the day behind me without worry.

I spent too many years worrying about my job, doing the job well, dealing with problems, (project and personnel related,) missing out on vacations, time with Jerry, and in the end I did all this for very little reward or even recognition.

I sent a polite but direct “Thanks, but no thanks” email. 

I’m breathing easier, and the stress is leaving.

It might not have been the wisest decision, but it was the correct one.