It's been a couple of years since I drove a cab.
How is life now? Well.....................
This is the 4th place I've lived in, in the past 12 months. I lost my dog to cancer last summer. And I don't trust anyone or anything right about now.
There is a preliminary hearing going on today, involving a person who fired a "warning shot" at me. A warning shot? This individual actually told the police that they came out of the house with a loaded gun, to threaten to shoot me, and fired a warning shot to prove their sincerity. Talk about living in a different world, that's a different world. The cops were not amused. What was I doing? Walking into a barn where I had possessions, and had a right to be there, and this person even complained in writing that my possessions were there after that exciting little bit of drama.
To think, a couple of years ago, I was working at writing, actually thought I could become an author. Oh, well.
Something I am delving into right now is computer programming, email, web pages, and all that sort of thing. One reason for entering this post, is to see if I can edit the HTML for the page. I'm trying to learn about that material.
The one constant through my entire life has been, it's never been boring for very long. I sure would like some boring right about now.
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Saturday, November 17, 2012
Small towns
I have finally learned enough about small towns to last me a lifetime. When I was a child, it's what I thought I wanted. When I first moved here, I thought the few "open minded" people were representative of the population. Not so. It's the kind of environment my brother belonged in, the brother who died of stupidity.
Yes, he really did die of stupidity. Sadly, he probably took a dozen others with him. My mother had a construction firm, and she let my brother have a position of responsibility. He mishandled some hazardous waste that was hotter than nuclear waste from a power plant, AFTER HE WAS WARNED to not do what he was doing. 5 years later he died of a "non naturally occurring cancer".
Ignorance and stupidity rule here. Especially stupidity. Like stupidity is to be worshiped. You try to pull a lot of the hokey crap they try to pull here, and somebody calls you on it in an urban environment. Here, oh, it's just a small misunderstanding, and you're risking offending everybody and their brother by not going along with it. Stuff as obvious as claiming the world is flat. You're just an outsider, you'll leave, and nobody will remember you being ripped off.
Everybody will of course remember that so and so is a fucking rip off, and NOBODY local will do business with him, but because he's local, they'll defend him to the death. It's a part of America that is sick. A big part of why America is no longer competitive in the world stage.
Years ago, rural America was THE productive part of America. Now, it's the heart of the buy Chinese t-shirts market. Go into a rural tavern, and you're apt to see 5-9 year old kids, surrounded by drunks, learning the fine art of being rural Americans. It disgusts me.
Yes, he really did die of stupidity. Sadly, he probably took a dozen others with him. My mother had a construction firm, and she let my brother have a position of responsibility. He mishandled some hazardous waste that was hotter than nuclear waste from a power plant, AFTER HE WAS WARNED to not do what he was doing. 5 years later he died of a "non naturally occurring cancer".
Ignorance and stupidity rule here. Especially stupidity. Like stupidity is to be worshiped. You try to pull a lot of the hokey crap they try to pull here, and somebody calls you on it in an urban environment. Here, oh, it's just a small misunderstanding, and you're risking offending everybody and their brother by not going along with it. Stuff as obvious as claiming the world is flat. You're just an outsider, you'll leave, and nobody will remember you being ripped off.
Everybody will of course remember that so and so is a fucking rip off, and NOBODY local will do business with him, but because he's local, they'll defend him to the death. It's a part of America that is sick. A big part of why America is no longer competitive in the world stage.
Years ago, rural America was THE productive part of America. Now, it's the heart of the buy Chinese t-shirts market. Go into a rural tavern, and you're apt to see 5-9 year old kids, surrounded by drunks, learning the fine art of being rural Americans. It disgusts me.
Thursday, November 15, 2012
screw google
Looks like my days with google, or any of these "social network" pieces of shit are over. Now google wants the same crap that caused me to leave facebook. Ok, I'll leave google too.
Good bye.
DO TAKE MY ACCOUNT AWAY FROM ME. TAKE ANY AND ALL ACCOUNTS AWAY FROM ME. I DON'T WANT THEM ANYMORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Good bye.
DO TAKE MY ACCOUNT AWAY FROM ME. TAKE ANY AND ALL ACCOUNTS AWAY FROM ME. I DON'T WANT THEM ANYMORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Saturday, September 15, 2012
The new direction of blog entries.
It's probably obvious that I left cab driving a couple of years ago. The Grateful Dead once sang, 'what a long strange trip it's been.....................'. What an understatement! Educational though.
Some of the co-op housing people will get into this blog now, and some current stuff that might be of interest to, random people.
I just got done talking to the game warden the other day, and couldn't believe what he was telling me. Then I thought about it in a different context, and it started to make sense. He told me that, Game Warden's don't enforce trespassing in this state. He further told me that if someone carrying a gun, reasonably thought they were hunting legally, then he wouldn't enforce any laws they were breaking. That's a bunch of stuff. Hunting too close to the road. Hunting too close to a house. Hunting on private property without the permission of the owner. And so on. As in the past, I was guilty of saying something less than gracious, but way short of cursing, and excused myself for wasting his time.
Why is this interesting? Many years ago, my mother hired this black house keeper named Lorraine, and Lorraine made it clear, right up front that she didn't do windows. Well, if I've got this right, Game Warden's don't do trespassing! And, if I've further got it right, Sheriff's deputies don't do trucks! That's right, they don't do trucks. Sneak around all you want on county back roads with a good sized truck, and unless it's a POSTED bridge or road size limit, they won't touch you. Why is that? They claim they haven't been formally trained for that. If they don't get to go to that 3 day seminar (I'm guessing about the 3 day part), they don't enforce that, no way, no how. So all the times I wandered around on obscure highways avoiding scales, there was nobody going to mess with me, because they don't do trucks. I worried all those times for nothing.
A neighbor said he'd NEVER seen a trespassing ticket issued, in spite of people toting guns on private property, during his entire life. If anybody has any input on what it takes to be cited for trespassing, do let me know. If anybody has any input on what it takes to be cited for stuff like being out of route in a big truck, let me know. That I know to be illegal as hell, but know of no instance of anybody ever getting cited for it.
Some of the co-op housing people will get into this blog now, and some current stuff that might be of interest to, random people.
I just got done talking to the game warden the other day, and couldn't believe what he was telling me. Then I thought about it in a different context, and it started to make sense. He told me that, Game Warden's don't enforce trespassing in this state. He further told me that if someone carrying a gun, reasonably thought they were hunting legally, then he wouldn't enforce any laws they were breaking. That's a bunch of stuff. Hunting too close to the road. Hunting too close to a house. Hunting on private property without the permission of the owner. And so on. As in the past, I was guilty of saying something less than gracious, but way short of cursing, and excused myself for wasting his time.
Why is this interesting? Many years ago, my mother hired this black house keeper named Lorraine, and Lorraine made it clear, right up front that she didn't do windows. Well, if I've got this right, Game Warden's don't do trespassing! And, if I've further got it right, Sheriff's deputies don't do trucks! That's right, they don't do trucks. Sneak around all you want on county back roads with a good sized truck, and unless it's a POSTED bridge or road size limit, they won't touch you. Why is that? They claim they haven't been formally trained for that. If they don't get to go to that 3 day seminar (I'm guessing about the 3 day part), they don't enforce that, no way, no how. So all the times I wandered around on obscure highways avoiding scales, there was nobody going to mess with me, because they don't do trucks. I worried all those times for nothing.
A neighbor said he'd NEVER seen a trespassing ticket issued, in spite of people toting guns on private property, during his entire life. If anybody has any input on what it takes to be cited for trespassing, do let me know. If anybody has any input on what it takes to be cited for stuff like being out of route in a big truck, let me know. That I know to be illegal as hell, but know of no instance of anybody ever getting cited for it.
Sunday, September 9, 2012
Hmmm, why is that?
All of a sudden, I have 6 more followers. Why is that?
My computer got hacked and I've had this little issue with the guy who hacked it. Supposedly the Mac is immune to that, and supposedly the phone is too. BS!!
I will say this to the guy who hacked me, since I assume he's one of my new followers, I have developed a special interest in you. It's said you're a pro. You live in Illinois, near the Wisconsin state line. You used one of my accounts, or let somebody else use it in Georgia. You installed a keystroke logger on my Windows machine.
Now, show me that you installed a logger on the Mac too. Change something, yet again. Or perhaps you can kill my phone again. I only deleted about a dozen messages from various messaging systems off my phone. They all seemed to begin with the command, FADE 0000.
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Why can't life be boring again?
Smiley is dead. He had a lump of cancer in his chest the size of my fist. The vet made the decision for me, through my veil of tears I couldn't make such a decision rationally. I spread his ashes on my property in Verona Township, around where Petie is buried. I asked Fast Eddie to spread my ashes there if I out live him. He will inherit the property.
The little jerk I rent from jacked up our little dispute. Previously he intimated that his oldest son, the drunk, would bring over his pals from the bar in Orfordville to 'talk' to me when he's out of town on vacation. Now he's up to claiming he's going to get 10 men to force ably remove me from my home. Yeah right. I doubt he could find 10 guys who would talk to him. He's all mouth.
Of course it might be fun. He had this grey squirrel in a trap with a broken neck, couldn't get the trap open, and I took it and was walking up to the garage to use a vise to get it open. He was going to snatch it out of my hand by force and I told him if he tried that, I'd take his head off with it. Then we got the cops out, and the cop said he could indiscriminately kill all the small animals he wanted because they were 'agricultural pests'. Agricultural pests? What agricultural operation is he talking about, there is none. So.... I ask you, the reader to tell me, is it cool in your eyes for some guy to just kill little animals like grey squirrels, for yah yah's? Not to eat, not for the fur, just to toss the animal into the tall weeds.
I invited him to shoot me a couple of times. He had an unregistered 22 revolver in his pocket with 2 rounds left in it.
Saturday, May 12, 2012
Smiley is home
He was going to stay at the vet for 6 days, but I decided to bring him home yesterday, a day early. He rolled in the grass outside the door, and rubbed his ears on it, maximum happy dog mode for sure. He had that growth on his eyelid removed. The plan was to attend Rod's church, and pick him up afterward, but it would be real difficult to attend a christian church today. How so? Baggage, way too much baggage.
There are many types of human predators out there. The ones most cab drivers would tell you about are people who want to scam free cab rides and people who want to take your money away from you. The predators I have the least use for are religious predators, and they don't prey on cab drivers as a rule.
When I was a kid, at grandma's house, at 6:00 am. on weekdays, the Reverend Doctor Carl McIntire, of Collingswood, New Jersey, came on the radio. His show was an hour long. Every other comment was some form of send money, to spread the word, and my grandmother hung on every word. She, and he, are the primary reason, I consider myself a Jew. I'd never met a character like him in person until about 39 months ago. Where did I ever meet some one like that?
For reasons I'll leave out, I wound up with a born again physician around 20 years ago. His surgery credentials had been revoked by the local medical community, but I never thought that being religious would get in the way of being a doctor. Wrong! Eventually it did. Eventually, he became like my grandmother. It took another 20 years, and a personal relationship with a religious predator, but eventually it happened.
I told his predator what I thought of him, face to face. The guy didn't like that much. He was used to giving orders, and we discussed Carl McIntire. McIntire was a hero in his eyes. A role model is more like it, but either way, I clocked this guy for what he was, a predator.
Less than a month later, I was poisoned, and woke up being wheeled out to an ambulance. The doctor was almost precisely 6 months from cashing in his career, and he pounded away that I needed to take this anti seizure medication daily for the rest of my life. He went so far as send me cards at home when he checked to see if I was cashing the scripts, and found that I wasn't, with little sad smiley faces on them. Why did I stop taking the stuff? It ate a hole in the back of my throat, and I decided that I could live with a seizure in the privacy of my own home if that was what it took to let that hole heal up. Then since I didn't have the promised seizures, I decided to see how long it would take to have another one.
After 5 months, I went to a neurologist, and he did EVERY test on me possible. His conclusion? There was nothing wrong with me, and he could see no reason for what had happened to me. He wrote me a note saying it was ok to drive, and I said, thank you very much.
What do I believe the plan was? Well, I'd be broken! With no way to make a living, I'd be broken, and I'd be forced to find Jesus. If I'd taken that crap that ate the hole in my throat there would have been no basis for the neurologist to say there was nothing wrong with me.
A lingering detail of this crap again came up in my life recently, and I just don't think I could act appropriately in a christian church this morning. So I picked the dog up yesterday, and I'll probably have cooled off enough to go into a church in a week, instead of seeing Rod this morning.
How did my grandmother ever work out? She divorced my grandfather, so she could buy her way into heaven by giving 1/2 of their retirement resources to some religious predator. She could have stayed here in Wisconsin with me, but there were rules. Keep her beliefs to herself. Did she even attend church? Nope. She decided to go back to Michigan, and after my brother spent what was left of her money, he dropped her off on the steps of the local courthouse with a small bag containing a couple of changes of clothing. To my way of thinking, she went to hell when she decided to walk away from my grandfather, lived in hell for around 15 more years, and then she died. My mother told me she is buried around Whitmore Lake, Michigan somewhere. I doubt it. Knowing my brother, she was probably disposed of as cheaply as possible, and those burial plots that meant so much to her and keeping her family together, were sold.
Why is it legal for religious predators to run around in silk suits? Stick up artists who get relatively small amounts of money get chased and prosecuted. And people ask what's wrong with America......
There are many types of human predators out there. The ones most cab drivers would tell you about are people who want to scam free cab rides and people who want to take your money away from you. The predators I have the least use for are religious predators, and they don't prey on cab drivers as a rule.
When I was a kid, at grandma's house, at 6:00 am. on weekdays, the Reverend Doctor Carl McIntire, of Collingswood, New Jersey, came on the radio. His show was an hour long. Every other comment was some form of send money, to spread the word, and my grandmother hung on every word. She, and he, are the primary reason, I consider myself a Jew. I'd never met a character like him in person until about 39 months ago. Where did I ever meet some one like that?
For reasons I'll leave out, I wound up with a born again physician around 20 years ago. His surgery credentials had been revoked by the local medical community, but I never thought that being religious would get in the way of being a doctor. Wrong! Eventually it did. Eventually, he became like my grandmother. It took another 20 years, and a personal relationship with a religious predator, but eventually it happened.
I told his predator what I thought of him, face to face. The guy didn't like that much. He was used to giving orders, and we discussed Carl McIntire. McIntire was a hero in his eyes. A role model is more like it, but either way, I clocked this guy for what he was, a predator.
Less than a month later, I was poisoned, and woke up being wheeled out to an ambulance. The doctor was almost precisely 6 months from cashing in his career, and he pounded away that I needed to take this anti seizure medication daily for the rest of my life. He went so far as send me cards at home when he checked to see if I was cashing the scripts, and found that I wasn't, with little sad smiley faces on them. Why did I stop taking the stuff? It ate a hole in the back of my throat, and I decided that I could live with a seizure in the privacy of my own home if that was what it took to let that hole heal up. Then since I didn't have the promised seizures, I decided to see how long it would take to have another one.
After 5 months, I went to a neurologist, and he did EVERY test on me possible. His conclusion? There was nothing wrong with me, and he could see no reason for what had happened to me. He wrote me a note saying it was ok to drive, and I said, thank you very much.
What do I believe the plan was? Well, I'd be broken! With no way to make a living, I'd be broken, and I'd be forced to find Jesus. If I'd taken that crap that ate the hole in my throat there would have been no basis for the neurologist to say there was nothing wrong with me.
A lingering detail of this crap again came up in my life recently, and I just don't think I could act appropriately in a christian church this morning. So I picked the dog up yesterday, and I'll probably have cooled off enough to go into a church in a week, instead of seeing Rod this morning.
How did my grandmother ever work out? She divorced my grandfather, so she could buy her way into heaven by giving 1/2 of their retirement resources to some religious predator. She could have stayed here in Wisconsin with me, but there were rules. Keep her beliefs to herself. Did she even attend church? Nope. She decided to go back to Michigan, and after my brother spent what was left of her money, he dropped her off on the steps of the local courthouse with a small bag containing a couple of changes of clothing. To my way of thinking, she went to hell when she decided to walk away from my grandfather, lived in hell for around 15 more years, and then she died. My mother told me she is buried around Whitmore Lake, Michigan somewhere. I doubt it. Knowing my brother, she was probably disposed of as cheaply as possible, and those burial plots that meant so much to her and keeping her family together, were sold.
Why is it legal for religious predators to run around in silk suits? Stick up artists who get relatively small amounts of money get chased and prosecuted. And people ask what's wrong with America......
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