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My Own Personal Holocaust Denier July 9, 2017

Posted by voolavex in Anti-Semitism, Holocaust deniers, Israel, Jews, Jews, Nazis, Social Issues.
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Recently, I learned that a person, married into my family ( and we are all very estranged) is a Holocaust denier.  At the time I found out (quite by accident) I actually thought I would vomit.  I shook.  I knew this person was opinionated and narrow-minded but this is one  that never even occurred to me.  Coincidentally, I had just recently seen “Denial” (read the book quite a few years ago) and “Remember”; both of which impressed me and both of which presented aspects of this hideous event in detail. Each was excellent.  I should add I am a Jew. although quite secular and I am very pro-Israel – but this is not really the point when it comes to this event.  Is it?

Holocaust denial is a crime in many countries – for its ugliness but also for its enormous lie.   It did happen and it has been proven to have happened and continues to be written about and substantiated repeatedly as fact. I have read extensively on subject from my teens.

It is a felony in many countries to express Holocaust denial and people go to jail.  I imagine this is a case for many who run into one. They can try to call them out to those in authority and it is very tempting.  I shall leave it at that.

It actually doesn’t make much sense for Jew Haters to deny it.  In the process of their hate, it should be something they cherish.  After all if you hate Jews, the death of millions should fill you with delight.  For some reason those bigots don’t express this.  They have decided that the Jews made it up for sympathy?  Profit?  Publicity?  I have no idea what they think. But when it hits close to ones own life – in any way – it baffles and disgusts.  Not enough to debate or argue the point with the bigot -that’s a losing proposition.  Deniers are cemented to the denial.  And I find them sickening.  Period.  I don’t want to know them. But it is important to know who they are.

But here is a far more provoking question.  How would one even go about creating such  a hoax?  The Nazis who created the factual Holocaust eventually got what they deserved at the war’s end. Those who tried to deny it or escape the legal system hid.  And what a life that must have been!   Determined men, like Wiesenthal and his dedicated seekers pursued them relentlessly.  They routed out so many  and were so diligent – a Nazi criminal on the lam must have been a nervous wreck (just like the Jews and others they sought, found and murdered).  But think about the idea of a hoax itself.  What would have inspired anyone to imagine this horror and supply specious evidence to prove it?   How could be done?  There was no social media or iPhones to create rumors or photoshopped evidence and who would have volunteered to take on the role of a skeletal, tortured victim or a corpse? The denier’s  usual comeback is that the numbers were inflated.  That it was not possible for such a thing to have been carried out on anything  (that sort of insults their heroes) but a small scale and it was therefore okay for something of this nature to take place – but not the way the attention starved bleeding hearts claimed.  But the facts betray the denial.  Not just anguished survivors told their stories; educated, erudite and relentless men – not wanting to simply take a survivors word did the research. They made it their business to dig deeply into the material that existed and supported the facts.

David Irving was one notorious man who insisted it was a hoax.  He was revealed in British court to be a liar and a bigot.   Neo Nazis, who should be proud of their clever and inspiring German  forebears , should embrace it as a stellar accomplishment.  Which makes the deniers an even more deluded crowd.  They can’t have it both ways. On the one hand these race-pure monsters did a very substantial job of making the Reich Judenfrei and at the same time, the deniers want it be a mythic hoax created by Jews to exaggerate exactly what?  Do they think the Reich did a monumental job or did they get blindsided by the Jews who made it up; this very act they love the Nazis for doing.  Which is it?

My recently discovered denier insists that the latter is true and the “Jews” made it much worse than it was – but how could even one murdered person, murdered for their race alone be okay?  A town of Jews or the starvation of a Jew (or a homosexual, or Rom or impaired person?) is okay?  What they would like us to believe is that it was an okay thing to murder Jews, but the ones who survived spun it to be a crime against humanity.  That damaged humans who escaped, invented their own history to match that of other survivors.  That Jews share a cosmic consciousness that  psychically collaborated  to tell the same story when questioned?  Seriously?  That we all think alike and remember the same things that, in their minds, didn’t happen?

This apparently is what my own personal denier believes.  This is what made me shake and fight nausea.

No, I did not say the name or the relationship. It is enough for me to know and it is enough for that person to know I know.  And now you know.  If you know me you may wonder and may even realize.  But I now know and that is more than I ever wanted.

Senior? Elder? AARP? Me? June 4, 2017

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I grew up in the Baby Boomer years that began in 1945/46, I went through the usual “phases” that parents like to excuse or accuse their children of entering and leaving.  I never lived anywhere long enough to actually develop phases that are memorable now.  Food oddities that came and went and too many schools and angst and I suspect it was basically just getting to being “of age” and then it simply moved forward from there.  Once I achieved “of age”, I didn’t give it much thought until recently.  Now I realize that I never got the directions on how to be “a certain age” nor the final pamphlet that covered “age”.  I am neither crochety nor am I enfeebled.  My hair is a good combination of white and mostly dark brown, I am tall and still at a fine weight for my frame.  No tweaks,  no shots, no lifts – living in the heart of Hollywood can put a smart and still looking good person in morbid fear of the “better face”.  It is not better and here you see the sad results of just why it’s not really great idea. I do have crepey skin.  Lack of exercise, DNA or too many parties of yore.  Leggings, tights and long sleeves  are all useful for this condition.  I suspect I am getting a bit of arthritis – and it runs in both sides of family and I waited for years to join the clan.  A few twinges but nothing that makes me groan or complain.  When asked about my age I am usually thrilled with the reaction, as much as I  am startled myself when I think about it.  I have two adult children and several important friends.

I was raised as a little kid by the “aunts” and my grandmother.  When I sat down recently and realized how old they were when I was born,  these role models may have brought me to where I am right now.  These were old ladies.  Two widows and a “maiden” aunt.  And their embrace of being elderly was  epic.  Steel gray hair, blue rinsed hair and touched up hair.  Housedresses – the real deal.   Corsets.  Salmony pink lace-up, hook- up and lift-up boned custom made corsets.  And yes I knew how to lace them from any early age.  Huge undies, garters, hair nets – from the dime store to contain their always permed hair.  Always.  My grandmother was the youngest of the three and she was a tad more casual but it was not a visible tad for me. Two of them wore a little lipstick and a bit of rouge – but only on occasions.  One never did.  Stocking – one wore lisle and the other two wore daytime deniers (January was when they bought them) and each one had a secret place to hide their break luck money.  The most memorable was the”budge” neatly folded bills tucked  between ample bosoms and the bank, a garter pouch of fine suede where the real money was carried.  The other two had change purses or wallets.  And they all lived to old age – two past 95.

I realized early on what I had no intention of becoming.  I might have become many things but an old lady was not one of them.  So as I sit and realize that I do in fact qualify for that term, I have no idea what I am supposed to be.  Not a clue.  I curse like a sailor, pass comment on everyone and everything, speak my mind (that can be excruciating too) and still want to know more and more about more and more.

I am vain.  I improve the landscape with cosmetics and despair of my difficult hair – but I hate to go to the hairdresser.   I wear what I have always worn – and it still keeps me au courant  style no matter what the courant of the moment is. I cannot wear stilettos. It breaks my heart. And because I am not a French woman I fail at scarves.  I must have 100+.  Lots of good jewelry I seldom wear – but no bling.  Shoes and bags need to be leather, fabric has to be grown fiber and I realize it hasn’t ever been otherwise.

So here I am, entering a phase; dazed and annoyed at things like AARP. Especially AARP.  I hate AARP.  I hate their condescending advice and presumptuous codified ads that scream “YOU ARE OLD”.  We have a wildly unruly source of information now called the Internet – so I do know how to find glasses and Depends and ear trumpets and  canes and I’ve fallen buttons. I also have a full-time husband. I hate senior communities.  I hate oldster casino trips.  Dances for the Decrepit. (or Senior Mixers as they call them or did). I do like Bingo – but not enough to seek it out.

I suspect because I have no grandchildren I can still buy myself toys and play alone.  I can frolic as others have babies and grand babies and buy memorable gifts and get photos in return.  Is it the life I imagined for myself?  The one where I didn’t get old and feeble.  Not really, but since I have no idea how to prepare for it (just as I didn’t know how to prepare for marriage, pregnancy, toothaches or nearsightedness).  I suspect I will figure it out.  But not today.

 

 

Memorial Day 2017 May 29, 2017

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We have allowed the negative aspect of technology to rewrite our own thoughts and actions. It is much easier and makes killing – one or thousands -a viable pastime. And we cannot undo it. Buy a car. Soon it will drive itself. All you need to do is choose a color. Don’t have a clue? Ask Siri or Alexa. Why think at all? Bored? Don’t read a real book. Kindle or Nook it – they even help you with the hard words. Education? Sit at home and do it at your own pace. GPS? Damn Skippy. Never have a shot at playing at hide and seek. Pointless. Going shopping. The retailers already KNOW what you like and they know what you buy. The bank? No right to privacy there. And once we thought heat seeking missiles were scary. The Drone. Now you don’t even hear it coming. Do you doubt you will one day microchip your newborns? You will. Do you doubt that soon the act of creation will happen in a petri dish or worse. DO you doubt the Handmaid’s Tale (she wrote it ages ago). Orwell and Huxley imagined this world. So why not maim, kill and hate.
 
Once a person I knew (now deceased) accused my best friend of “softly massaging my brain” so I would leave him. Not true. I had my own brain and my own ideas and nothing much to persuade me to stay the course with a bastard, violent, liar.  What would happen now as we sit and happily ALLOW our brains to be massaged – the message is the massage is the message. and we eat it up. Think outside the box?  It’s just a bigger box.
 
Wouldn’t it be wonderful if there was a reset button? There is none. There is only an endless, but ever-morphing loop that has put us where we are today. I am not sure we got what we asked for or deserved; but it’s here.

My Mother’s Birthday April 26, 1923 -1978 April 26, 2017

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Back in the days when domestic disputes were shameful and unreported, my mother was the dead body in a domestic murder.

In a small blue-collar town in Massachusetts. On January 24, 1978.  It was a long time ago and it was a moment ago.  It was the tragic finale to many phone calls and plane ticket reservations and telephone commiseration for a mother who simply couldn’t.  She fought back, she screamed, she saw a doctor, she drank, but she could not leave with my two much younger siblings, or the pony or the house or the lingering affection she carried for a man who was a serial monster.  Bigamist, philanderer, narcissist, sociopath and murderer.  One sib says many calls of service were made to the local police – their hands tied by 1977/1978 concepts and legalities.  Another sib tells of death threats  made to them on the night of my mother death.  I did not know anything about this part.  I only knew my mother wrote and cried and simply said “he” had a girlfriend and she was confused and didn’t know what to do.  At 54 she was probably menopausal. Not much to go on.  She didn’t want to move out with the children or leave the pets and the laundry list of excuses women have conjured for time immemorial.  I was in Los Angeles and not welcome in her house. (Actually on February 10, 1958 I was no longer welcome in her life.  At 12, I thought it was because he really loved her.)  I blame myself for not listening harder and asking more questions.  And I had no idea that physical violence was part of the picture.  Neither of my siblings (19+ and 15) called me to ask for help. My mother had pride that went before all else.  Including her funeral.

Her death certificate from that time reads  COD: undetermined.  A residual fear stops me from requesting a new one.  She will still be dead.

She was only 54. Today is her 95th birthday. May I say she was beautiful and gentle and kind? May I say by the time I arrived at her house, anything of sentimental value that had belonged to her was gone?  That her grieving husband knew I knew and it was not pleasant?  That I swallowed my rage, stepped back and stayed for the children ( I am my mother’s daughter)? That I drank and sobbed and that the tables overflowed with funeral meats and that 200+ attended her funeral in Boston? That mourners continued;  people I never knew, arrived in tears? That it was the same funeral home by her high school best friend’s parents? Mann & Mann. That I had played as small child in their huge house upstairs? That my family went back as close friends of the Manns? That the grieving husband read a sickening tribute?. And that my own father wept with me in stunned sorrow?

In 1978,  it was simply another domestic dispute. Perhaps still in the local police records – on paper in a box; with so many others of the time.  

There was no investigation.  I knew of no interviews with siblings. That police never asked me anything.  My grandmother thought it was a heart attack.  She had just lost her only child.  Was it mine to reveal?  Information continued to seep through and very long after  I found out the history of the man she had married in 1958.  From his children; who loved my mother.  I should have wondered more about the words of my dear step-brother who walked in, in 1978,  crying, and said to me, sotto voce, “what did he do to her?”

 I have always known it was murder.  I have always known he patiently waited.  I knew she did not wash down 40 or 50 pills with vodka.  She didn’t ever take Darvon and that’s what they found. I know he sat beside her and watched. I have no idea how he managed to make it happen.  He died five years later; alone  in a rented apartment in Lawrence; the other woman long gone.  He was soup when they found him.  Dead five days of a heart attack in a fall from the up high liquor shelf. One he needed a step stool to reach.  In a closed apartment on a sweltering summer day.

 

He was short and bald and had good teeth.

I could kill him again and again for his crime but she would not have wanted that.  And dead never ends. They would have been married twenty years on that February 10th.

She has been gone 39 years. Since the day my  broken heart and endless anger met all at once.  And no one of us leftover has ever been able to move on.  We try to unpack that valise, only to realize that some things travel with you forever,  in your life luggage.

Ben Carson, M.D. – The Dreamlife of a Fool March 7, 2017

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(Originally posted as “Won’t You Let US Take You on A Sea Cruise?”)

A little-known part of  American History has been revealed to us recently. And since it came from the mouth of an African-American – it should have been received with gratitude because it finally cleared up a long time argument in this country. – But some of us caught the comments and it bears further inquiry.  Oh that Dr. Ben Carson had expanded his words to include a timeline for the advent of Africans into this not yet country?  Even before this land became a new one conceived in liberty and dedicated to the proposition that all men were created equal – Africans from the west coast of that great continent were pushing and shoving to board ships to take them to a better life in as early as 1444.  Spain gave “The Asiento” to Britain for the exclusive transport of these happy immigrants who sought a better life in the New World (no, I didn’t forget Pope Nicholas V who added his imprimatur.  in that same decade). You didn’t know that?    And who welcomed these dark-skinned human beings and granted them lifetime citizenship?  Why Maryland of course and it was a reversal of a previous law that allowed them access to Christianity and the freedom to move about the land. Yet by 1725 Virginia did see the founding of an African American Baptist church. Nonetheless, African religious customs of many countries were incorporated in that faith;  no Eurocentric Jesus as their savior.  By this time, there are estimated to be 75,000 brand new citizens – with guaranteed jobs,  in the colonies.  The creation of jobs appealed to the newcomers and despite the language issues – they increased the colonies’ profits enormously. (An aside about language – just as the wave of refugees in 1908 were a polyglot, so too were the Africans – despite the idea that these first “African-Americans”  all communicated in a sort of “lingua franca” – they didn’t.  The language on those ships was a linguistic Babylon; Hausa, Ibo,  Yoruba, Wolof and to some degree Swahili [although it is an Eastern African language] and small subgroups influenced by travel agents (mostly Arabs)  and other Europeans tongues who facilitated these voyages to a better life.   Are you as surprised at this hidden history as I was when I heard it – from the mouth of a descendant of those very immigrants?

 

Why have these facts not been in play for so many years?  Why did we just learn, from a Cabinet member, of this body of the events in the year 2017?  Who perpetuated this horrid scenario of “slave markets”, crowded ships and mistreatment when these Africans were, in fact, simply humans seeking a better life in a free land.  Why have we been exposed to the ugly propaganda of “slavery”.  Was the entire Civil War a hoax.  Alt-fact?  Fake history?  Were the “slave owning” Framers of our Constitution ( an aggregate of about 1400 “captives between them) a myth?  Why did we even invent a Civil War.?  “A house divided among itself shall perish” – a fiction?

 

When a physician – a man of medicine – reveals something that may actually be called a “bombshell” – who are we and who are the African-Americans to protest?  The so-called enslaved and stolen humans of Africa were no different than the wave of Europeans flooding New York Harbour – with their families searching for the streets paved with gold.  According to this revered man of medicine – we – as Americans – have been fed a bill of goods.  How will this nation absorb this news?  You tell me because I am well and truly confused.  I had a dream too.

 

Ref:  Kevin  C. Davis.  Ali A. and Alamin M. Mazrui

Well, What Would You Call It????? One Answer. January 7, 2017

Posted by voolavex in common sense, freedom, GOP Choice, LBGT, Mexicans, Putin, Social Issues, solutions, war.
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None dare call it what it is. None dare stop it now?

I will call its name TREASON.

The NYTimes is very stingy when it comes to font size in their headlines. In fact it downplays most headlines as a matter of style the evidence seems to proven (let’s hope). They cut loose today. Not a great sign. So how do we accept a man who has known, abetted or aided in violating the constitution and will send this country into chaos.

A man and his minions who so wanted to win the prize and would do anything it took to get it. Or an easily conned con artist ANYTHING AT ALL. And so they did. It is far too late to ask ‘cui bono’?

Is this an algorithmic coup’d’etat? I am not a hacker so I cannot offer an answer – but I know how it feels to me. And I absolutely believe it can and could be done. Imagine if another major world power did this. We would call out the Marines. We would round-up our forces to show everyone watching that this country is not about allow hacked elections, lies, cheating and treason to our nation friends and allies. Now who shall we call?

This is my burning question is this :

WHAT IS GOING TO BE DONE?

Maybe we should all ask ourselves this question because even those who supported the architect of the coup. Even those chose this dupe should be able to admit this is not quite what Americans as a whole had in mind. Not just the Democrats. ALL of us. Even Snowden and Manning (Those vile monsters who betrayed our country. Those we quickly deplored and put in exile. Are they really traitors? or unsung heroes). Even if you achieve the end of the world we have now, who will you tell? Who will be left to listen.

The clock is ticking citizens of the land. Defenders of the Constitution? And time is running into the gutter. I am not going quietly into this sinkhole. Can I get a witness?

For Those Who Imagine It Gets Better Post Election…… November 6, 2016

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For those who imagine it gets better post-election;  I believe it is just the start of worse. The GOP obstructionists have now honed their cones on the eight years of Mr. Obama.  They have perfected roadblocks,  diversions, subterfuge, lies and blackmail to an art and if that’s what we get – then we have also done it to ourselves.  Democrats talk the talk but they don’t always walk the walk. Dealing with a con man (more accomplished than Mr. Madoff at that) requires more than we could or should have done. We relied on experience, professionalism, common sense and dignity.  What were we thinking ?

 The GOP are so fucking focussed it scares me.  Tunnel vision unfettered by those tiresome and ridiculous socially important agendas .  And the rank and file buy into the fast talk of a Three Card Monte dealer.He repeats their worst nightmares in every GOP speech.  Ignorant, stubborn, religious, too white?  Bigots. Urban poor.  DJT/the GOP’s finest doesn’t speak with a forked tongue he speaks with a forklift encompassing so many groups of citizens  whom, by the way, all hate each other, it’s damn near simultaneous translation  time at the Tower of Babel.  But they let him loose.

I do think the GOP could have stopped DJT;  but confused, they refused.  They couldn’t dredge up a single appealing candidate to run. A name picked from a hat would have been better.  Are they humiliated?  I doubt it ; because if DJT wins – they win (in their tiny minds) and we reap the fouled fruit of their techniques.   And this is the year, lined up and ready the true believers pay to slide down the razor blade ride of the 2016 Sideshow and Snake Oil Offers. The Year of the Bigot, Bias and Buffoon.

Top kudos, though, should rightly go to social media as the fountain from which this swamp of slime and sleaze oozed. Bi-partisan rock throwing,  braid pulling, pussy grabbing, deniability; because we too – every person, every opinion, every tweet and post have enabled this to happen. BOTH SIDES.  Oh and the entire world.  Surprised – don’t be – turns out we have proven – beyond a doubt that the pen is mightier than the sword.  It simply has been upgraded to a keyboard and send button.

 

 

 

Trump? November 4, 2016

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He could win

As we near the day of decision the fear – for me – becomes very much a possibility.  I say this because on my FBPage I sing with members of the choir.  We are bright, erudite, informed humans with an ability to dig until we have read and discussed all the angles.  We have weighed the words and the pantomime and the evasive answers and the performance art of Donald J. Trump..  We are not the folks to whom he preaches.  Those folks are scared too – but they are scared of things they have always held in anger and contempt.  Foreigners, Dark skins, women, Jews and dozens and dozens of offshoots of these same targets of anger, violence and hate.  To be in 2016 and watch this unfold is beyond bizarre to those of us who have lived somewhat longer and have the ability to compare and contrast.  But we are heading for heaven’s door and one day the Social Media will name the last Baby Boomer and their end..  We all know that.  We are not smarter or better – we just have an ability that only time provides – reflection, experience and for many –  plain old common sense.  Electronics and Technology have not dulled that.  In a sense we are at devolution – not moving forward but – at best – running place – at worst – running amok.  If we could run backwards we might kickstart our evolution again.  But there will never be another generation that has lived and seen both forks in the road.  And the road more travelled is crowded.  Trump’s message does not have to have substance.  The listeners don’t have substance.  He is a brilliant huckster but unlike PT Barnum he is fooling more of the people more of the time.  And I hardly need mention that great civilizations rise to glory and fall in hubris and despair.  I am fearful that Barack Obama was our last President.  I fear for the United States of America – because today – we are anything but.

Becoming A Singularity July 16, 2016

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We know a singularity is not unique in the cosmos, but it is clearly unique to this world.  We have no event horizon to compare, therefore no directions or exit strategy exist to fix it.  Or even try.  In our existence – for all practical purposes, it is one of a kind. And because we truly believe history repeats itself*, it becomes an accelerated waiting game. Momentum is building faster than we imagined and like momentum it simply goes on until the end.  Imploding. A black hole. Ask a physicist all about it. But chaos has begun, in my eyes, to ensue.

The world is panicking.  If you describe it in terms of “hotspots”, we have created a new circle of hell.   If you are a firefighter, we are engaged in a global inferno and if you are an American you are becoming more and more afraid.  I think it’s an understandable reaction.  As we have established America as the place on the planet from whence all things come – good and bad (and might I add, in error).  We are ill-equipped for the bad part.  American pride has been worn as a badge for 240 years.  And just as we exported ourselves as champions of freedom, justice and the American way – we have also exported bad habits, excess, precedents that should never have been, propaganda, and just about everything we could to inculcate ourselves into the collectives minds of the world.  It seems to me that we did not export any brains, morality or genuine goodwill, because all we thought we sent was all we thought was important.  The lapses in judgment of our history are far too serious to ignore; but ignore them we do.

We have a world in which flags stay at half mast – as if with electronic media one needs a reminder. And electronic media surely bears some of the blame; lots of the blame.  It is not better to know it all , all the time.  Perhaps millennials believe they can handle it but I think it’s bravado.  They can’t imagine they can’t.  The app genius that created instant access to every damn thing did not  have the time to  experience or posit all the ramifications.  If there is a world left; we will soon not have to ever think for ourselves.  Every sci-fi scenario you have read will be an app. And this can be a game of sorts – a sad game – add your comment to the list of

 Some things one will not have to learn:

How to drive and park a car.

How to actually search for information w/o

the Smartphone (where the only thing that is smart IS the phone)

How to start a coup.

Methods of mass murder

All the words to all the songs

Having an opinion

Directions

How to humiliate, shame and possibly drive to suicide, a peer.

How to lie effectively (excellent news for hatchling politicians)

How to hate.

The new kids will never have to worry about keeping a secret.  The gender of their baby.  Which politician is being indicted.  Time to learn knowledge that forms human experience.  Because when you live “in the moment” – it starts to become the tunnel of life.  They will have things that do things for them.  And because the ones who came before will reach their out of code date and soon expire; there won’t even be a memory to be  had. But there will be an app for that.

Life on Mars.  Elon – stifle yourself.  Read Mary Roach.  Ask an astronaut.  It sounds like a fun idea – but I wouldn’t count on that. And if we fuck up this planet – how dare we start on another?

Peace is a construct – we have never had it.  We are a bellicose species.  We LIKE blood and death.  If we didn’t we would try very hard not to do it.  We are trying it with “companion animals”, trials on humans will not happen soon.

Money is the root of all evil. But it has been upgraded to a revenue stream – like the Granta or the Charles or the Seine.   If you accept greed as a virtue there will always haves and have nots.

BIGOTS.  Like cockroaches, they may inherit the remains. Racial hatred is alive and well and online. Quick fixes have not worked for centuries and those who may be able  think outside the box will likely try to find an app to fix it soon.  It may not be Jews or Black people – but it will still exist.

Do you worry about your online info?  I hear so many folks who won’t do somethings, yet offer their info up for others.  Get a clue – THEY know.  The way you blithely microchip your pet will one day be the way you do the same to your baby.   I am surprised it isn’t done to convicts in the privately owned, for profit, prisons today.  Or dementia sufferers.  Your naughty pix online?  If you did it and posted it – it is always there.  Yup Kim Kardashian’s ass and twat will forever appear in two shakes of a nano.  Oh Aldous, George, Arthur how did you know? (Were they a warning  or how-to guides?).

And in closing – The Almighty? Those who choose “yes” should stop praying and start being very angry.  The Deity appears to prefer hate and bloodlust very well and is hypocrite.  For others.  Is it, as alien astronaut theorists suggest, them? If so, then it is clearly evident that whoever did it,  is disgusted.  Is it simply the cosmos, as Carl Sagan insisted, then it is completely strange to seem to be a one-off in the universe.  All votes are not in.  But the Giant Fan of Life on Earth is definitely being hit.  Will anyone see this and turn it off?

*History seems to be repetitive but it does not set any examples we absorb.  Therefore it is an exercise in futility whose course cannot be changed. So we don’t bother.

 

Let’s Pee in Public Toilets Like Adults May 13, 2016

Posted by voolavex in Genital Matters, LBGT, Politics, Social Issues.
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Let’s go to the public toilet.  Right now and while you are doing your business – think about public toilets you have  used in your lifetime.  My mother used to line the seat with toilet paper.  Then seat covers.  We used the stall and locked the door, we flushed, washed outr hands and kept on going.  In school we used the stall, tried not to hit the seat while squatting on tiptoes.  Nice people flushed. Some people got caught smoking (that was then) and people said Pee-ewww (or worse) if it smelled.  Some schools had cases (seriously) and some called it the basement, the bathroom, the girl’s room but we all went and we all used it.  I don’t know much about urinals.  Actually I think it’s kind of odd to pee standing next to another person – but I have been in places where there were no doors and that took getting used to. But by and large the idea is to get in and out – relieved – as quickly as possible.  I have peed standing up in Paris pissoirs.  At the British Museum I peed and used toilet paper marked “Property of British Museum”.  It was so stiff and waxy one could imagine writing the Magna Carta on it.  Somewhere I kept a clean sheet as a souvenir.  I stole it.

 

My family owned a restaurant in a resort town and it had only one rest room and was called the rest room.  No one complained.  I have used the men’s room when I hadda hadda go because the women’s line was too long.  I hadda go – gender considerations were not an issue.  And now we are  in the throes of a controversy about transgender and restrooms.  What is the matter with us?  It is my assumption that transgender individuals have the same needs  as others.  They are humans and peeing and pooping are something we all do.  Some trans folks have full trans surgeries and thus it is no ones business which bathroom they use publicly nor should it be an issue. (is it?  maybe it is).  Others who are in the process  – dressing to gender identity, don’t wear signs saying – “hey I am trans and still need to pee – am I ALLOWED to do it here.  Why would they?  And every public restroom does have a stall or two.  Some people of all genders don’t like to be watched while in the toilet.  Husbands and wives included (fact). So my question is:  what’s the big deal?  If you have a penis and wear a dress, why not go to the ladies room and close the stall door.  If you have a vagina and dress as a male, why not go to the men’s room and use a stall.  I reckon peeing at a urinal without a penis is messy and silly anyway. But anyone can use a stall.  If you are a trans person and announce your genital business in the peeing or pooping process, then I would say you are probably inviting issues to arise.  But I can see no reason for the brouhaha.  I have never been asked about my gender in a rest room.  And asking a person that question strikes me as rude, nasty, looking for a fight or just plain stupid. And reveals a bigotry that is even uglier.

 

I applaud and support anyone who has gender confusion and moves to resolve this personal matter.  If those folks speak of it – then I am listening and I am happy they have the confidence and self-esteem to do so.  But it  is NONE of my business.  And it certainly is no one’s business what anyone uses to void when in a public toilet with a closed door.

 

Why are we suddenly the Piss Police?  What is the severe preoccupation with genital matters in this country.  Other countries are not where I live.  A public toilet is a public toilet.  And segregating humans who have to go by personal choices or gender issues (or color – remember Jim Crow – who hadda go too?).  And I suppose I would add – if women all sat at a troughs and peed – like men do at urinals (Ick) – it wouldn’t have lasted long anyway. Attire dictated certain customs.  Little girls practice peeing standing up, I know (I did) but it is messy and a few tries quickly ends the experimenting.

 

Using the rest room should not be political.  My suggestion is if you are in a place where this controversy is ongoing or you may go to toilet jail,  do it on the floor outside the restroom.  If the new arbiters of human functions don’t like it – then they should realize they need to cleanup their act or keep their legs crossed.

But here is a reminder to everyone who uses the toilet – at home or in public don’t forget to flush and  please wash your hands.

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