Saturday, December 27, 2014

Police Harassment - Enough!

Yeah. Yeah. So it's been eons since I've written to my blog. Nothing's stricken me as particularly worthy...until now. Truth be told, I should've written about it sooner. Hell, I may have already done so to a degree somewhere on these rambling pages already. But I can't be bothered to go back and check.

The reason I'm writing today is almost the same reason most bloggers and journalists have taken the net by storm recently: All of the recent run-ins with police officers that are going viral.

As per usual, I'm just needing to vent. Bear with me.

Right about now, you're probably expecting me to spout names like Michael Brown or Eric Garner. But then you'd be wrong.

What I'm gonna write about isn't about police harassing (or far worse) civilians, but the other way around.

Now, before you go seeing me as some wannabe white knight or brown-noser, don't. Just don't.

You see, I wasn't raised in a religious household. I wasn't raised with any bumper sticker-worthy quotes. I was just basically raised to give respect if/when you want respect. Herein lies the reason for my post today...er...tonight.

I just watched yet another in a disturbingly long line of "wannabe activist" slash "protestor against cops treating people like criminals" videos, and well, I'm basically fed the fuck up with them.

Why? Well, I'm glad you asked.

There are two main types that I see the most often, and both make me wanna slap a sumbitch 'til he pees a little!

Open Carry

These types, if I need to explain, are the geniuses out there who wanna stick it to "the man" by carrying their AR-15s strapped across their back just to prove a point; that point being that it's legal to do so. So...if it's legal, why do I have such a problem with the videos portraying it?

Again, thanks for asking.

I have problems with them (and the people filming them) for a few reasons:

In a post-9/11 world (hell, even a pre-9/11 world), anyone seeing some guy walking down the street with a rifle is going to practically shit themselves getting to the phone to call the cops. Studies show (such as the one I'm pulling right out of my ass right now) that 97.64% (a random number that sounded really compelling when I thought of it just now) of people with a pulse are going to see such behavior as strange, suspicious, or downright terroristic.

The only good reason(s) to be walking down the street with a rifle would be:
  1. You're goin' huntin' for varmints
  2. There's been a rash of break-ins, rapes or murders in your neighborhood and you're "looking out for your neighbors." (Sound familiar?)
  3. Specifically to get the cops called so that you can film the confrontation that you know full well is coming.
In other words, they're doing it for attention. They're doing it so that they can make an attempt at a potentially viral YouTube video of "harassment of civilians exercising their constitutional rights." These are the only reasons. Period.

Being Pulled Over/Stopped on the Street

This type whips out their trusty smartphone and starts recording the moment they're stopped. It's almost always the same routine, too, with the same tired, overused questions, statements and actions:

  • They generally only open their window enough to hear and be heard...as if they're facing some danger by opening it any further...when, in reality, they're doing it just because they can; to be a dick. (They know that, normally, the officer is going to ask them to roll their window down, so they do this specifically to get the "confrontation" started.)
  • The officer asks for their identification and/or other documents, and they immediately ask, "Have I committed a crime?" or "Am I being accused of having committed a crime?" or some semblance thereof. They do this, knowing they're likely not being accused of a crime and are doing it specifically so that they can then state...
  • "I'm not required by law to show my I.D. if I'm not being accused of a crime." They'll sometimes give their name or refuse to even do that.
  • The officer then starts to ask more questions and/or start to show their frustration, to which the asshole with the camera then inevitably asks, "Am I being detained?" and/or "Am I free to go?"
  • They'll sometimes even know the laws and statutes and learned them just so they could get their rocks off by getting the chance to recite them to the cop.
I could go on and on. But they're all the damn same and are getting quite old. These pricks have nothing better to do than make a cop's job even more of a pain.

They fail to remember that cops are, first and foremost, human beings with lives outside of work. They usually have families they'd like to go back to and not be so pissed off or stressed out from work that they take it out on them.

Yes. I know. There are major, major asshole cops out there. There are many who hide behind their badge and use it to throw their proverbial weight around and treat civilians like shit. I get that. But, for fuck's sake, they are not the majority! There are no endless strings of viral videos of law enforcement officers being surprisingly calm or nice. There aren't the barrage of videos showing a cop making someone's day a bit brighter. Why? Because drama and hate-mongering are more apt to go viral. Most people don't think to spring into video journalism when something good is happening. That's the only reason it seems so many are horrid and corrupt cops now.

Being in law enforcement is often (almost always, actually) a thankless and underpaid line of work. Often, these men and women are risking their very lives every time their shift starts. They may wonder each and every day whether or not they'll get to go home at the end of their shifts. At other times, they're being assigned to the lamest tasks imaginable. Random checkpoints, sometimes being told they're not ticketing enough people and/or letting too many people off with warnings.

Damn little, if any, are going out specifically looking for trouble or danger.

The bottom line, in my humble opinion, is if you're looking for drama, you're gonna find it. If ya talk shit to a cop, you're gonna get shit back. If you act or dress like a gangsta, they're gonna treat you like one. It's not rocket science, people.

Okay. I'll end there. I'm gonna pop a blood vessel if I go on much longer. ;o)

Until next time, my friends...

Thursday, April 3, 2014

What I Dislike About Myself

Greetings. Today's random post quite literally just came to me and I decided to write about it. This may be more of the "writing is therapeutic" kind of thing than anything that will entertain or inform. I guess I just felt the need to get it off my chest.

Let me be clear. I don't dislike myself, but things about me. Like most people, I have traits and thought processes I wish I could change. I've just never been one of those people who can simply tell themselves to do something, and it gets done. I can't pep myself up. I can't belittle myself into it. I have nearly zero self-discipline and will power. I guess that's the first thing I hate about myself, so I'll start there.

1) I have almost no will power or self-discipline. I know full well so many things would change if I would just buck up and change some shit. If I tried harder and put myself out there more, I may well be able to do my dream; writing for a highly-trafficked web site that uses humor and very little censorship. I've also started writing two books -- well, "pieces." They aren't finished for one simple reason: I stay too depressed half the time to give a swinging shit about working on them.

I'm not one of those people who can write for money and do so just for the money. I prefer to write about things I'm familiar with or passionate about. But when I'm in a funk, I have absolutely no drive to do it. If I even tried during those (these) times, it would be forced, sloppy, and worse yet, show as much.

Writing them could very well make me money and partially bring me out of this depression, so it's a double-edged sword. But can I "just suck it up and go for it"? No. Therein lies the problem.

2) I yearn to be the me in everyday life that I am in writing. Let me explain. In writing, I'm far more articulate, well-spoken and confident. I'm closer to the man I wanna be when I'm writing what it is I'm conveying. Offline, however, is a whole 'nother story.

Offline, I'm awkwardly, awkwardly shy. I'm constantly over-analyzing every move I make, every thought I think, and every word out of my mouth. Because of this, I either babble or have no clue what to say at all. This is primarily when it comes to women.

With women, I know full well what I'm saying and doing in writing. Hell, even offline, I'm a very attentive, very passionate, and very knowledgeable lover. What I lack is the outward confidence that so many prefer in a guy. I'm confident in who I am and how I think, but I royally suck with being confident in what I say and do out loud.

As an example: In the bedroom, I simply adore role-playing. I could rival some of the greatest therapists on sex advice and intimacy issues. I prefer being the dominant one if said role-playing comes into play. The problem comes in that part coming out. Yes, I can whisper things I wouldn't be caught dead saying around my mother, but I can't (as of yet) be the even more domineering and commanding "Master" type; giving outright orders and "punishing" sternly.

Admit it or not, there are oodles and oodles of women and girls in every possible social status that wanna be called a naughty little slut and Daddy's little whore under the right circumstances. But I always have to work up that courage, and most of the time, I never get that chance.

In writing though? Shiiiiiiiiiiiit. I can make 'em wetter than North Vietnam in May.

3) I care too much what other people think. This is primarily offline, obviously, or my blog here wouldn't contain most of what it does. I've never had that "fuck what the world thinks" attitude successful and confident people have. I want it. I just care too damn much what others think. I do have passionate opinions and positions, but I've been a damn door mat all my life. Out of fear of rejection (I assume), I try not to rock the boat any more often than I have to. Some would argue this is a good thing. I try to see it that way too. But...well, that leads into the next thing...

4) I'm too damn much of a "yes man;" timid; a pushover -- offline. That unlikeliness to rock the boat makes me too damn agreeable.
Her: "Where do you want to go to eat, honey?"
Me: "Dairy Queen works for me."
Her: "Sonic sounds soooo much better to me."
Me: "Ight. Doesn't matter to me."

I don't fucking make decisions and own 'em. That was a lame example, but hopefully ya get the message. I don't necessarily fight for what I want very often. I'm an apologizer, a little too attentive to her needs and wants, I yearn to please her rather than make it downright obvious that I want some attention too. Ugh!

5) I have anxiety disorder and depression. Much of the time, these two come with each other. One usually leads to the other. Mine is rooted in a chemical imbalance, but also a deep-seated and long-lived dire fear of vomiting; emetophobia.

My depression came about a year or two after I finally had to bow out and swallow my pride and go on social security disability. I felt/feel utterly useless and weak. "No real man is gonna have fears and anxieties over stupid shit," I, in one way or another, constantly tell myself. This one isn't even my fault, and I still despise it about me.

Panic attacks cause nausea. Nausea causes panic attacks. So it's a vicious cycle. If you'd get "butterflies" in your stomach, I'd get hawks. Sometimes the anxiety is for no reason (hence the chemical imbalance), but 9 times outta 10, it's over-thinking nausea.

6) I'm writing in this blog, doing absolutely nothing to even promote its readership, and not writing to make some money. If I'd simply apply myself and "go for it," I'd possibly be able to do what I do and make money doing it. This blog gets shit tons of traffic, and I appreciate the ever-loving shit out of that, by the way...but few people comment anymore. Is it simply being lurkers and not attracting the passionate opinion-having souls that are good for blogs' popularity? I don't know.

Being on disability is living below the poverty level, literally. I'm somewhat proud of myself for continuing this blog despite the lack of money it brings or the comments it no longer beckons for. In earlier days, I may have just said "fuck it" and deleted the whole thing. "Why bother?!?" has been my mantra for a long time...another thing I hate. That's depression in a nutshell, though.


Anyway, that's my rant and whining for this random session. Regardless of whether or not you ever comment, I appreciate all of you and your readership. Even if ya laugh at me, rather than with me, at least you're visiting, right?

Until next time, my friends...

Saturday, February 15, 2014

Why I'm Embarrassed to be Alive Today

Truth be told, I was gonna make a much more controversial title and call this article Why I'm Embarrassed to be an American, but then I realized it wasn't only Americans that contribute to the problems. Sadly, however, the subjects coming up are primarily Americans.

It should be more than obvious that I don't care much about saying controversial things, but we Americans are a proud and patriotic bunch. But we also have freedom of speech -- which I'm gonna take full advantage of now

So...why am I embarrassed to be an American alive? Let me count the ways:


Honey Boo Boo

I'm damn tempted to say reality television as a whole, rather than picking and choosing, but humor me.

This utter waste of time has taken this country by storm. Why it is that viewers of reality TV make these pathetic fucks famous will always, always escape me.

I have only once sat and tried to watch a full episode. Any other times were tripping across it while flipping through channels.

So disgusted by this trash, I didn't and won't even do "research" to make this article better. I spend enough time on the Internet to know enough of what I want to say. The most I'll do is Google names and such.

My facts may be a little off, but here is why this show disgusts me:
     1) The mother (Mama June, or what-the-fuck-ever) is the epitome of large white trash in America. Americans have enough problems of stereotypes by other countries without this cow doing nothing  but solidifying their suspicions. She's so fat that her breathy rants have to be subtitled for the world to understand her.
     2) Honey Boo Boo (Alana Thompson) is a spoiled little brat that got her start from her mother entering her into beauty pageants. Apparently her adorable annoying personality won her her very own show. Spoiled is actually too weak a word.
     3) The rest of the tubby and backwoods family.

Perhaps the saddest part is that the entire lot of them are too fucking stupid to realize that even the producers/staff are making fun of them. They edit things to make these people seem just as confoundedly stupid and idiotic as possible. Sadly, this likely didn't take much, but it lends itself to my point.

The fact that these people have their own fucking show on a channel I used to enjoy watching, and respected, has shattered my once-wonderful image of American television. The fact that they have a damn cult-like following is astounding. (Yeah, yeah. I know you're thinking, "Well then maybe you're the idiot" or "Yeah? Well at least they're successful," yada, yada, yada. Spare me your liberal bullshit.)

Duck Dynasty

Okay...a family that found success with a product and are now rich. Awesome. Couldn't be more proud. It's the American dream after all, right?

I don't even have an issue with Phil Robertson, the patriarch of this clan, being religious, or even anti-gay. What I have a problem with is the fact that he had the fucking balls to equate homosexuals to things you would hesitate to call even your enemies.

Okay, so he's anti-gay. Big whoop. A shitload of the south are. But to basically use religion to back it up crossed the line for me. It damn near enraged me to see the countless, countless people petitioning to have him reinstated, and spouting "I stand with Phil".

Newsflash people: It's fucking 2014. Stop trying to stop grown-assed adults from receiving rights just because your fairytale book says it's wrong.

More than Phil, though, my disdain for this show is somewhat shallow. I can't stand this show because it's painfully and obviously scripted. Anyone, anyone who believes the entire thing is off-the-cuff and simply being recorded, is a flaming idiot. The humor is as predictable as my sexual droughts.

I actually don't dislike these next two, but they're not "reality" either.

Pawn Stars

I may get a few facts wrong here, but suffice it to say that the pawn shop is little more than a place to buy memorabilia for the show. The stars of the show are rarely, rarely seen.

But reality? Ha! People rarely bring items that are either probably worth boatloads, or hard-as-absolute-fuck-to-find to a fucking pawn shop, people! Neither are the staff at pawn shops quite as educated about nearly everything on earth...or "have a buddy" they can readily come to take a look if they are clueless. If there are, they're damn few.

Ever notice their "buddy" is never too busy to either make a trip to the shop or be able to see whoever's gonna bring it down to their shop? Never.

Lastly, it's yet another nearly completely scripted show. Don't even get me started about the elder Rick Harrison thinks his own musings are fucking hilarious, or how his son sharply exhales after damn near every single sentence out of his mouth.

American Pickers

Another one I actually kinda like, but briefly, one thing about it is that it's plainly not as "live and random" as they make it out to be. I'd always felt this way, but it got solidified when I was watching an episode where they were in England (I believe it was), and when they were with one guy, they asked if he had or knew where to find a specific item they were looking for. Well, amazing news. The guy right next door would probably have it.

Then he takes the guys over there. They knock on the door and, surprise! He just happens to be there.....every single time, by the way. The guy they'd been bartering with introduced all of them to each other. But not once, not even a hint of once, did this guy ever look anywhere toward the camera and crew and say, "Um.....why all the cameras, guys?" Nope. They just started talking collectibles as if they were all there, just the three of them. Not reality.

The Fucking Kardashians

Okay, so maybe I "mis-remembered" the name of their show. I've never even sought it out. My main beef with this bunch is the fact that we even know their fucking names.

Why do we know their names? Don't you dare say anything other than Kim's sex tape. Yes, she's done other things, but that is/they are not, NOT why we know her name!

Her sisters are known for, well, just being her fucking sisters. And the youngest, Kendall? Starting out real promising. She's only 18 and we've already seen her tits twice. How proud they must all be.

Paris Hilton

Two reasons we know her name: 1) Heiress to the Hilton Hotels fortune, and 2) another sex tape. Yes, "socialite" is the polite way of calling someone 50% a professional partier and 50% an attention whore.


Justin Bieber

Oh, dear gawd! I need a cigarette before I tackle this one. BRB

This kid, quite deserving I might add, gained notoriety for being a brilliant singer on YouTube. I still remember seeing the newer We are the World and hearing his opening and going, "Whoa! That kid can sing. Who is he?"

But then it all went to shit...and continues to get worse every day.

He had a guy specifically assigned to him to give him more swag. (I fucking hate that word, but whatever.) This guy transformed a kid from the suburbs who'd probably never even been in a real fight or had ever uttered the word "fuck" into a wannabe thug who quite possibly believes he is the epitome of "gangsta." Puh-LEEZ!!!!

I am unfathomably floored at how the world let him get away with this. When you look up "poser" in the dictionary, there should be a picture of this little dweeb. There is no single better example alive that I can think of.

He has teenie-boppers so excited that they cry and all but sell their training bras just to get a chance to be close to him. He can simply do zero wrong in their eyes!! Parents??? Hello!?!

I better go before I have a damn aneurism.

Until next time, my friends...