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I had a dream last night which provided me with some insights, and it was to some extent troubling. While the basic message of it was fresh in my mind, I’m going to post it here as a mental record.

This will not be a dreamalog, though I like them and have posted them. It is mainly an insight into specifically why one girl I used to know was as angry as she was, at least with regards to her treatment of me. Let’s call her Rowana.

Rowana’s treatment of me varied. It wasn’t all negative and there were times when I think she sort of liked me. Usually, this kinder treatment came after I had resolved to ignore her. She didn’t want me to be oblivious, apparently.

She had moved into my best friend’s apartment, his girlfriend’s buddy, as a paying roommate type thing, so dealing with her and her hostility was a constant problem, since they all lived in the same building as me. I had been there first, and had helped my friend get situated there, which he repaid by having constant, wild parties, getting the police interested in my building, and moving in this extremely bitter girl who had a constant desire to “diss” me.

She had the pretty standard pretentious package girls of that era had when they wanted to appear intellectual and interesting. She had bisexual pretensions, vegan pretensions, Wiccan pretensions, psychedelic mushroom pretensions. She was angry and bitter, but she was also about 20 years old and built like a brick shithouse. I couldn’t ignore her.

She seemed to have a boyfriend, an obnoxious little rich kid who would visit her and then spend hours piloting a robotic motorcycle around in a parking lot next door. His parents supposedly had a big house up in the burbs, though I never got invited to one of the parties.

She used to chant my name for hours, putting some kind of hex on me. She had a vendetta, yet I honestly can’t recall what I ever did to her to deserve it. I never asked her out. I never hit on her. Why so angry?

Last time I saw Rowana she was nicer. She had moved out of town, and was back for a few days and was working at her girlfriend’s sandwich shop to make some extra money. She had gotten herself pregnant and was now a single mom.

I’m open to the idea that I was somehow to blame for this person hating me. Once after a long day when we had all been to New York, I very slowly walked behind her as she charged up the stairs to avoid interacting with me. At her flight, she waited for me, realizing the slowness of my ascent was designed to let her know I did not want to deal with her anymore that day.

“I’m sorry I’m such a bitch,” she said.

Not pausing, and continuing my ascent, I replied. “I’m sorry you’re such a bitch, too.” I meant it, at least.

So, her back story was the child of divorce. She may have been Jewish, but maybe just all her friends were, and its immaterial, I think. The insight I got from my dream is one reason women are so angry is the the culture of divorce. They don’t learn how to have positive interactions with men. Their moms’ are huge influences, and they have been through painful divorces. Men don’t understand relationships until they have been married for awhile, and that is a big part of the problem.

So, I have diagnosed the problem, but is there a solution? Could Society in a constructive way do something to promote marriage, resulting in less bitter and disillusioned men and women? Could Hollywood do more? Could the Media? Could marketing and advertising?

Have you ever looked for a house? Realtors keep their eyes peeled for “divorce houses” where a marriage breaks up and the home is on firesale as people are desperate to move on and cut their losses. It’s an economic tactic.

Look at Haiti. This poor nation is as conflicted as any divorcing family. Stuff is cheaper here, because people are desperate. This poor fellow killed himself rather than testify against the Clinton Foundation. His name was Klaus Eberwein.

Open your mind for a moment, as I had to. Think very clearly. Might there not be some very cold, calculating conspiracy to turn the USA into a giant divorce house so some predatory capitalists could swoop in and seize all assets? Doesn’t it seem like there is? Even if there wasn’t a concerted and designed conspiracy, might there not be a kind of thermodynamic entropic shift to disorder on a million small independent initiatives?

The USA is not all that far from Haiti, economically or geographically. I am not sad Rowana did not like me, I am sad she was unable to maintain a relationship with a decent person, at least to the extent she did not have to raise her child in relative poverty. Her personal failure is her fault, but she could have gotten a little help, and it all starts with sucking it up and not getting divorced on the part of those responsible. If people treated it like a lifelong commitment, there would be less marriage and less divorce. The secret would be to promote marriage and huge families for the people who aren’t going to screw it up. Better to have one family with twelve fairly functional children than 12 “families” producing angry and bitter malcontents. That would be a start.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My first GIF. Aren’t I great? Memes  are so 2016. Now I’m on to GIFs.

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Hi Friends,

Primarily I have been using Twitter, hoping to cycle through this recent obsession before resuming my usual online activities, which include online chess, bioelectronics, and half-assed efforts to promote my books.

Anyway, Twitter exists in a state of perpetual outrage. There is always something, the world is always about to end (it actually is, be very afraid). Anyways, below is the billboard  from some *Canadian town, paid for with tax dollars which I saw on Twitter and motivated me to do some research.

My process was this: this was a strange, Soviet era style billboard, it looks like a political prisoner denouncing his former partners in a failed rebellion. It smacks of a confession from Orwell’s 1984, a blank and deadened face reciting a litany of social crimes, or a product of a Maoist re-education camp.

The defenders of this billboard (I posted their defense below, along with an opposing viewpoint), stress that this man made his confession of his own free will, and it was not forced out of him. Well, we can be thankful for that much at least.

When I saw it, I thought “Someone should do some research and try to look into the background of the proponents of putting such a billboard on a public highway.” Then it occurred to me that nobody I trust as much as myself to be fair would do such a thing, and also it really is irresponsible to hope someone will do some advocacy when I am fully capable of doing some myself.

The sheer anonymity, the “Everyman” quality of the individual on the billboard is offensive. His unremarkable face, emblazoned against a red background (no surprises there) acts as a blanket denunciation of all white individuals. Although it was written “in his own words”, he is obviously not meant to represent merely himself, but by extension, all white people. This one is a no-brainer, folks.

So what is my problem? Why do I care? Well, I find it interesting that public monies were used for this. This billboard is part of a series, but this one is obviously designed to be effective and inflammatory propaganda, and it succeeds. The use of colors is no accident.  Check out news programs. The predominant color scheme on TV news is blue, psychologically proven to be soothing.

*Editors Note-False alarm, gang. I started on the assumption this was in California (Ca), and proceeded to be offended by it, since this is a pretty racist billboard. However, it turns out this is some teensy little crapulent burg in Canada, where everyone is white. This anti-racist series is just virtue-signalling on a pretty epic level. I have been to Canada, nice country, people are punks. Canadians are starting to get to me. Jim Carrey, Neil Young, the rest, you’re talented, but couldn’t you just get paid and go home? I just waited some time thinking i was doing something constructive, and this turns out to be Canada.

So, while I stand by the first few paragraphs, it’s Canada. It explains a lot. To the Saskatoon City Council-one final thought to mull over–true white privilege is for people who live in 90% white communities and therefore have the privilege to celebrate diversity. Live in the hood for six months, take 6 lousy months of your pathetic Canadian lives, and go live in a “diverse” city like Newark or sections of New York I lived in for years. I’ll take your lecture then.

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Canada 2006 Census Population  % of Total Population
Visible Minority group
Source:[42]
European 164,970 82.8
First Nations 10,855 5.4
Métis 8,605 4.3
Chinese 4,185 2.1
Other visible minority 2,470 1.3
South Asian 2,210 1.1
Filipino 1,855 0.9
Black 1,825 0.9
Latin American 1,045 0.5
Southeast Asian 1,005 0.5
Inuit 60 0.0
Total population 199,385 100

Opposition Viewpoint I found online

Narrative Collapse

“White Privilege” is a conspiracy theory that blames white people for the shortcomings of non-whites. The terms “white privilege” and “check your privilege” as used, almost like racial slurs, to denigrate, stereotype, and scapegoat all white people.

Now the Canadian city of Saskatoon is using public tax dollars to promote this incendiary ideology. They have already spent $14,000 for the campaign in 2017. They have placed advertisements inside restaurants and bars, ads at bus stop shelters, and even giant billboards.

One of the billboards features local resident Jim Williams and a quote about recognizing his own white privilege. Another features a mixed race woman claiming she is viewed as less important than white people. Saskatoon Mayor Charlie Clark, and Director of Community Development Lynne Lacroix are defending the racially divisive billboards.

Saskatoon also published a large number of videos of local residents blaming white people for the shortcomings of non-whites. Saskatoon is 83% white and about 10% Indian or Indian/white mixed. Most of the rest are Asian. “Anti-Racism” leaders in Saskatoon are specifically blaming white people for making the Indian community less successful.

The official Saskatoon website is promoting videos by Tim Wise. This is a Jewish-American author who has become wealthy promoting the “white privilege” conspiracy theory. Wise has publicly confessed to being a former criminal. He says he operated a “fake id mill” while he was in college.

Wise has also publicly advocated violence. In 2012, he called on his followers to shoot members of the Tea Party movement in the face.

 

City of Saskatoon response

City of Saskatoon director of community development Lynne Lacroix defended the billboards on Monday.

Supportive Viewpoint from Saskatoon“It’s real people who live in Saskatoon. It’s not staged actors, nor did the city make up those quotes,” she said.

“These billboards were not intended to suggest that all people have to do the same thing or that all people are racist.”

The city spent a total $14,000 on its anti-racism campaign in 2017, up from $2,260 in 2015 and $5,521 in 2016.

This year’s campaign includes advertisements in eight transit shelters as well as bars and restaurants across the city.

During the launch, Mayor Charlie Clark said the campaign was about “building relationships and a shared understanding.”

 

So, seen any good memes lately?

I made this one. Not so good, took about three minutes. Not really into it. A little tired. Memes get me in trouble too.

So I returned to Twitter, and now remember I think I got banned last time, but I’m not sure. I might have just deleted the app from my phone. It’s addictive. I returned just to Trump’s quotes, and no disappointments there. Trump pretty much runs Twitter. I am going to post again here tomorrow, and will try to do a better meme.

 

 

One deep pocket partnership” That has been my question for years. Why hasn’t Andy been able to make this happen? BIEL’s potential has been touted for years yet Andy default business model is to print more shares. This in-house approach to running BIEL has made the Whalens money and some flippers but not long term shareholders. The window of opportunity for BIEL to make a major move is not going to remain open much longer. We need a credible spokesperson to put a face to the product and a national ad campaign. IMHO

Worth repeating,

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Lyme and Punishment: Lost in the Labyrinth of Misdiagnosed Lyme Disease centers on the story of a once-healthy man. This middle-aged professional had always been a physically tough, reticent man. An outdoorsman, he loves spending time in the dense fortress of pine and birch behind his family home. He’d grown up exploring these woods; in time, he’d lead his own sons on expeditions and teach them how to bushwhack hiking trails, how to find the strongest vine for swinging, how to stick together when night was coming in. Deer ran in herds through the trees; hawks swooped in on prey. Occasionally, a black bear stumbled down to forage food from the trash cans beside the his house. But for this strong, healthy man, the most dangerous creature in the woods turned out to be an insect no bigger than a grain of pepper.

He never noticed the bite of a blacklegged tick. He couldn’t, however, however, ignore the increasingly agonizing repercussions to his body. Dozens of medical specialists ran tests, scanned notes, and suggested the symptoms were “in his head.” None of these doctors ran the right test. Unaware, the man was up against what all misdiagnosed Lyme sufferers face: an out-dated medical protocol (as of this writing nearly set in stone) that treats each one as though he or she were Patient Zero in the Lyme disease epidemic.

This is a book about failure, both the patient’s and the medical establishment’s, raising the questions of whether either deserves compassion or, in the end, to be cured at all. All Lyme victims are random. All must have pondered these questions endlessly. The author certainly did. The present answer is emphatically negative.

This book describes the first hand experiences of one of the early sufferers from this modern day plague. It details the journey through misdiagnosis, and provides some hindsight on how the situation could have been handled better so people with Lyme Disease or who think they have it might identify and act accordingly. It lists some of the pitfalls of misdiagnosis in a very personal way.

The author’s mission, in describing his individual struggle and how he copes with his condition, is to provide a service for other wrongly diagnosed Lyme sufferers and to shed light on the current minimization by the medical establishment’s of the disease’s often wide-ranging symptomatology. Too many Americans will recognize themselves in this short account. Too many others will recognize family members and friends.