Posts Tagged ‘retail

20
Dec
24

Life Is a Crime, Dec. 2024 edition

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Get ready for another one of my potential philosophical breakthroughs.

Life…is a crime.

[Actually, I’m pretty sure this isn’t a new statement…and that I’ve touched on this, before. I have a comic-strip panel, which I like to reuse, to prove it.]

Well, it must be…

…considering…

There are SO many crime stories filling the space and time of our lives. If it’s not a crime report on the local news, there’s one of a dozen “new” shows featuring some cop squad or policing-government-organization-with-an-acronym-for-the-title. And, if the new material–cough–isn’t enough, there are plenty of channels showing streams upon floods of the shows that already ran, caught the crooks and bailed.

Any recent/current show that isn’t crime-related seems to last maybe eight episodes before it’s thrust into reruns or a seasonal “finale,” already; that’s pathetic. Crime shows never stop running. Apparently, there is an ocean of material to pump, but how many ways can you cover the same damn crimes? There are only so many types of wrong. You either assault someone, murder them, abduct someone or try to take someone’s money/property. And, there are only so many ways to pursue those cases. You could cover them all in one season of one show. But, there is so much time to fill for all the writers suffering from mental block!

What never makes sense to me is how anyone draws entertainment or pleasure from all of that. You find enjoyment in (others) solving or resolving crime? Then get out there and DO that! Maybe we’d have “cleaner” lives if we put a stop to or just didn’t commit those crimes. Are we “safe” by filling our time watching others commit and resolve crimes? Does televised crime make the world more peaceful?

I suspect people desperately need to fill their heads with solutions to problems. In school, I recall wishing I had a “cheat code” to get through my classes, some days. And, there were some out there, if you could get your hands on them. I guess, as adults, we need other means to convince our aging heads that problems can be solved; so we turn to these crime shows, in which someone else solves the problems. Yet, must every problem smell alike? Must every crime involve violence and, often, death?

Does seeing someone catch a murderer help you figure out a financial struggle? It doesn’t help me, at all. If I am struggling with a History assignment, seeing someone find a solution to a Math problem isn’t going to make my struggle any easier.

I consider myself a Sherlock-Holmes fan, but I can only stomach so much of his antics before I need a break. I don’t need to watch him every day or week (although I did get a little hooked on a silly animated version). I certainly do not need to see Sherlock Hawaii, Denver and L.A. Nights. That’s overkill. Don’t even get me started on how many versions of Scooby-Doo, a show about a big dog and some oddly dressed young adults running around with costumed crooks, there have been. ‘Longest running animated series; I wonder why.

Advertisers, particularly those featured on talk shows, which are multiplying like gremlins, like to tell you how some bargain, dropping an inflated retail price to something more sensible for a cheaply made import that’s only a passing-fad item, anyway, is a steal. That’s just asking for crime.

Every Christmas season, the Grinch gets promoted or discussed in some way. His whole story is about stealing the goods. His only competition for most referenced holiday character might be Scrooge, from A Christmas Carol, and the latter was criminal for how he treated others until he was given a forced sentence of spiritual intervention.

If what they say about government is true, we’re practically ruled by a faulty system.

Heck, even the wild creatures around us are prone to stealing from each other.

So, when you’re done with all of that, how do you have any time or breath left to live a respectable life? Can you? I’d say the ultimate test of this life is remaining “straight.” But, you’d have to be a saint above many other saints to pull that off…and is it worth it? Heaven knows.

I’m gonna get a lil dark for a moment. Maybe…people who end their own life are just trying to go on the lam or get out of jail (free). Ya think? Maybe it’s the only way to escape all the criminal madness. If this world is a prison, how do you get out? If everyone around you is potentially criminal, how can you be anything but crooked?

Now, if anyone takes what I just said seriously and ends their own life, you can consider me guilty of giving you the idea. Cuff me and throw away the key. But, I already feel like I’m wearing striped pajamas. So, what would that really do?

I’m just one, among the many, living a day in the life of some Russian prisoner who survived by fashioning a scrap of metal into a pocket knife so he could ration his bread and fish-bone soup when he wasn’t cleaning floors and dodging scuffles with his fellow inmates. [If you know the book, you get the reference. And, if you don’t, well you just didn’t go to the same criminal high school.]

 

 

28
Apr
23

Does a Perfect Music Album Exist?

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I know many music lovers and chasers, these days, don’t even think about music in terms of CDs or maybe even albums; they just seek out “tracks” on some online supply chain. You probably watch the latest music video when it “drops” and leave the rest to social-media gossip. But, I still find myself sifting through CDs, new and old, like autumn leaves, looking for those that satisfy my interests, sometimes just for their cover art.

The average CD (and LP, or larger vinyl record) has one good song on it, typically the one played on the radio to promote the artist/CD. How sad is that?! ‘One good song on an album! That’s a waste. But, it’s truth. Unless you’re a slave to the sounds an artist or band makes, there may only be one good song on that foolishly prized and perhaps highly promoted album.

Not too long ago, in my perspective of time, there was such a thing as a “single” which came on an audio cassette or “45.” You could get a favored song in some format and replay it until the damn thing became warped. I wouldn’t recommend listening to music that way; but it did cut down on costs (sort of).

I can rattle off a few names of soloists and bands that have been sold on the radio only to disappoint when I push myself to pick up one of their albums. The Killers, Sting, Seal, Motley Crue, Nickelback, Sponge, Sum 41, AC/DC, the Fray, Train, Filter, Limp Bizkit, Jimmy Eat World, Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, All-American Rejects,** Green Day, Len, MC Hammer, the Cranberries,^^ the Proclaimers, etc. When you’re dishing out chunks of money to savor 1-3 “hit” songs on a CD or LP, you’re wasting your time and money…which is why, I suppose, now there are so many people “streaming” and “ripping” single tracks from online sources. It’s still sad for the countless other songs that are left in the waste bin; the artists spend who-knows-how-much time crafting those just to be ignored…except, maybe, by die-hard fans who will eat anything.

**Gee. You’d think there was something in the name to tell you purchasing an album is a bad idea.

^^The Corrs have a similar vocal quality and generally more pleasant music. I might still cut a Corrs album down to 1-3 songs worth replaying, but, overall, their music is less dreary than that of the Cranberries.

[Just to be clear…the number of great songs on any particular album is not necessarily limited to those replayed on the radio. Now and then, there are tracks the radio ignores which have replay merit. It’s just convenient, it seems, how the radio seems to spotlight certain songs which, in turn, become replay-worthy/favored. I wonder how that happens.]

Far less often do I find what can only be described as a “gem,” an album I can play start-to-finish without wincing or feeling the slightest discomfort, enough discomfort to skip a track (or two). And, if an artist or band could produce an album that is a treat all the way through…well…that would shine brighter than a diamond, shine brighter than a diamond…in the sky.

The closest I have come to a gem of an album might be Katy Perry’s pop-rock debut, titled One of the Boys. If there is a bad track on that (CD), it’s still decent music, which is saying something, considering how many albums I’ve had to sit through and wonder why I want them to be better than they are. I don’t know exactly why I should hold that album up as the standard by which I measure all others…but I think I have to do just that. [That does not mean I have to dwell upon cherry Chapstick or scantily clad women firing whipped cream from spray cans from their bras in the company of Snoop Dogg.]

I consider myself a rather strong fan of bands like Linkin Park and Foo Fighters. Both are great workout bands; you could set yourself up in a gym with a treadmill and/or punching bag and get a great workout while listening to the music. Yet, if I go through their albums, I am still likely to find at least 1-3 songs on each (CD) that I could do without.

Linkin Park is obsessively angry, sad and occasionally painful. [So, why do I like their songs and own almost every album? I’m not sure, considering I listen to music to get out of a bad mood/rut and be inspired. I guess life hasn’t been great, so far; so I use the music as a sort of therapy. I know that I definitely decode the songs well and enjoy the occasional thunderstorm; I don’t replay them daily…even if I used to hear the band, daily, on the radio.] Numb is potent, powerfully emotional and makes me think of the tense relationship I have had with my own parents. In the End, which is quite similar to Numb, has its own unique ending which leaves you deep in thought, sometimes about who you can trust, as the lyrics say. The music seems fit for some really gritty, pulse-pounding action/fantasy movie…maybe a “dark knight” story…not exactly a confusing, disappointing Transformers spectacle. I hear a Linkin Park song and almost immediately start plotting a movie scene or video of my own. Linkin Park put out break-up songs that you wouldn’t necessarily associate with a romantic partner. [Tragically, they also seem to stimulate deadly thoughts.]

The average Foo Fighters song makes you wish you had long, messy hair and the space to thrash around the room with it. They’re generally a raging party band. But, not every track is like that; a few can be a bit sad and somewhat repetitive, like a broken record (namely Times Like These, which feels more like a jam/practice session than something you want to enjoy with friends…even though it has a few inspirational moments/lyrics). I tend to dismiss those and replay the ones I prefer. The Pretender, All My Life, Everlong and Walk are frequently favored.

Outside what may be considered the commercial box are artists/groups like Mannheim Steamroller and Bond. You may not know them by name but may recognize some of their (mostly) instrumental music. Not every piece they put out is a runaway hit. Some are sleepers…or remotely annoying. Yet, Mannheim Steamroller has crafted sooo many albums, and each has a certain magical, artistic quality; you feel like you’re filling a bookshelf with colorful covers rather than collecting music. I’d certainly use a few covers as wall art. Their Christmas albums have, maybe, one or two songs, each, which I’d scrap; otherwise, they are decent varieties/blends of holiday music. I only have two by Bond, a fairly daring group of women who try to be unique, even when they may be merely changing a few notes in a piece of music by someone else; both feel more like cover-band collections than original works. Yet, there is something about the spell woven by Bond that keeps me looking for more from them.

As an artist, myself (a visual artist with an interest in crafting music, as well as fashion and other types of art), most music I look to as a means of inspiration, something to fuel my own creativity. I don’t use music to harp on anyone. I won’t likely craft something that marks someone for life unless I genuinely believe that person is evil. And, even then, I wouldn’t want to hear my own words repeating those hateful messages…because it would bring the past misery back into focus. If someone came to me and said they loved one of those hateful, menacing songs, what sort of person would I be to agree or smile? A dark wizard, I guess.

What about you and your luck at finding good music?

What albums would you consider those rare gems (and why)?

And, which would you rather cut apart just to get out one or two great songs (which are probably replayed on the radio, in excess)?

13
Jan
23

A Typical Day at the Local Goodwill Store

You decide which looks better.  This is what happens when someone tries to offer discount second-hand goods to humans who are too quick to turn a profit on kindness.
09
Dec
22

Are You in Good Hands? The Many Faces of Insurance Fraud


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I’m sure you’ve heard the term “insurance fraud.” If you have not, you must be one naive piece of meat living under the luckiest rock in your swamp. Insurance fraud is often regarded as something a “citizen” does to collect money they did not deserve/earn; a misuse of an insurance plan for which they acquired access; the equivalent of breaking open an ATM like a piggy bank. But, there is another kind of insurance fraud that keeps so many under a blanket of fear and/or paranoia. It comes in a colorful package with some person or creature trying to be a witty mascot for the branch of a money-sucking business, trying to tell you how easy it is to feel safe and protected, as long as you sign up with him or her. Just hand over your information; hand over your resources, your assets, and they will protect you. They will even throw in a cute blanket or wireless device to continue melting your brain.

Why do I feel like the only person on this planet seeing the problem?

Everyone I know seems unable to resist or stand up to the system that is draining and caging them.

I am sure I’ve discussed this, before, so I don’t want to repeat myself. Use those key words. Scroll or dig through my archives of postings if you’re really interested in reading more. But, I have my doubts about anyone bothering to do that. So, I’ll save my finger strokes.

What prods me to speak up, now, is the overwhelming sickness I feel after too many commercials for “protecting your personal data” and promises of privacy, if you sign up with this or that “protection” company. SO many damn ads for protecting your privacy and personal information. Why? Why?

Why is there any threat?

You know what this sounds like? Bully insurance. Pay the bully so he doesn’t take your lunch money while bruising your body. Reduce the potential punishment by caving to fear and mindlessly handing over some of your money (and information).

Don’t you see? You use your “personal data” to do so many things in this modern world. Ever since human beings first had photo IDs, they became a requirement to do something. Now, it’s similar information being entered into some sort of computer to verify you are who you say you are when you want to access/buy/sell/experience something. Your information is like your legs or arms; you need them to do basic things. And, you are being bombarded with ads from businesses telling you how unsafe your information is without them.

That’s bullying! [Or, crappy business…like a delivery service that can only use a van that leaks oil or gas to make deliveries and then charges customers for patches to cover those leaks instead of finding a more efficient and effective way to do business.]

Those businesses are threatening to break your legs, indirectly. You don’t know they could or would break your legs. You don’t even know if they could be thieves trying to drain your bank accounts and other resources. But, you also don’t have any guarantee they would do you any good, other than that colorful, trying-to-be-witty character acting on your viewing screen. [That feels so strange to say, being a child of television, someone who only knew commercials as TV entertainment as a kid, not something you skirt around on every little wireless device you can find to distract you from living in the real, natural world we occupy.]

Another variation of the bully-insurance scheme comes from the internet-driven phone companies promising to deal with “spam calls,” which is similar to PC internet providers and other companies, found online, offering software to deal with “pop-ups” and “malware.” Why do the threats exist in something created by humankind to act as a gateway/service? Some humans seeking, hired and/or trained to cause mischief are sabotaging the service pipelines.

That’s not even theft; that’s vandalism or arson. The criminals don’t benefit from upsetting business, communication, research or whatever else you might do online…unless they can be hired to use those weapons on selected targets and then hack computers to get some sort of assets. That’s insane. That’s ninja tactics, hiring petty thieves and assassins to steal assets.

Just imagine trying to buy food from a food truck and having to pay pathway fees to ensure you reach the truck without being assaulted by wild animals and thieves, as if any truck vendors could provide such protection…unless they also hired the thieves and set the wild animals loose to threaten you.

Where are the animal control people and police to deal with those threats? Why do the customers of one business have to pay the people who deal with the bullies outside that business? If a thief robs a store in New Jersey, New Jersey police should apprehend the thief and deal with the situation in whatever just fashion they do. Someone pays the police to do their job; I suppose some of that money comes from state/federal taxation. Should the store that was robbed in one state be charging customers in every other part of the country/world to cover the cost that store pays their local police for protection?…even if the store suffers property damage and other crimes the police cannot adequately prevent?

If a business is charging customers fees to ensure/complete business while secretly covering costs for things like police protection, wouldn’t it be more honest to say customers need to help pay the cost of business protection? Not protect themselves against the thieves/bullies? And, if a business (or medical-services office) cannot adequately protect the privacy and information of its customers/clients (probably because they are coerced into putting everything on a computer database which is easier to crack than a steel safe, once you know how to code/hack), what sense is there for the business to continue? Why put everyone at risk of both paying more money and losing their identities/safety by depending upon faulty man-made machines? Does it make sense to store your most precious possessions in a glass house? No.

[By that logic, are we all doomed to collapse and shut down because there is always someone threatening to ruin our lives/businesses? Is this some twisted version of survival of the fittest or just a lack of bully control?]

[Maybe, instead of “passing the buck” and expecting paid individuals to do so many things for us, even if/when there is nothing to be done, we could live our lives on a need-to-act basis and work together to ensure everyone has what they need. If you can help remove a troublesome hornet nest, apply your talents for the gratitude of those you help, including yourself if you make use of the location threatened by that nest, not for a fee. Then you wouldn’t waste time, stress and money on “what if” costs, on insurance schemes. But, that sounds too overwhelming to fully put into action. I understand. And, going with this logic, there would be no police or animal control services, I suppose. We’d have to be our own police and learn to safely relocate bothersome/threatening creatures.]

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So, I could start a business and pretty much charge any price I want to rack up sales by scaring customers into paying “a little extra” for “services” that supposedly benefit them, when, in reality, there might not be any threat, at all; or I cannot prevent the threats but try to reassure the customers by selling them “protection.” No. That last idea wouldn’t work…because paying for something that doesn’t sufficiently do the job advertised only keeps customers from rioting if I can offer a second, “better” plan for even more money that offers more protection. Eventually, I’d have to provide full protection…or lose my customers.

If I *can* provide full protection from threats, at a cost, doesn’t that give me some kind of control/power over the threats? Doesn’t that give me the freedom to operate, to direct, those threats? Why do I need to charge my customers a protection fee, at all? If my business is blocked by an angry hornet’s nest, it may not be easy to relocate. But, can I honestly milk customers to pay for removal or screening of that nest? It seems a little deceptive to charge a protection fee to deal with unexpected complications, especially if I could find a no-added-cost way to deal with those complications. And, if those complications are caused by criminals, where is the justice system to deal with them? Why should customers be forced to pay for crime? I thought crime doesn’t pay.

I suppose, to some degree, all businesses experience upsets and expenses they need to cover, somehow, and may resort to higher prices (to cover the cost). But, wouldn’t it be more honest to deal with such things at the time and place they occur? It’s one thing for a shop to ask for money to help pay for the safe removal of a wasp nest threatening customers from safely reaching the entrance, a wasp nest that might not have formed if the shopkeepers kept better watch over their property/area. It’s another for a chain of shops or online hub/site to charge a regular fee for dealing with those threats when they arise…and expecting that “emergency fund” to be used responsibly.

If customers are expected to tip and pay added fees for “potential” services (meaning services that may be needed, not services rendered in every transaction), that saps the satisfaction of being a customer and will likely reduce the customer supply, whether or not customers cave to pressure to get what they think they need.

The same could be said for shipping and handling fees. That’s the most common fee you’re likely to hear about in all of your online shopping. But, many businesses will eliminate that fee, especially if you spend a certain amount of money. Why? How? How can they eliminate what is otherwise a fee? Because, most likely, the fee is worked into the “retail” price you are paying for your lot(s). You’re not saving anything except a few lines of print on a receipt. Does it make any sense to pay $5 for shipping and handling for one small item but no shipping and handling for a $50 item? If you had to ship that larger load or more expensive item, wouldn’t you have to pay the post office/shipping company more than you’d pay for the lighter, smaller load? Anyone who has ever sold/bought something through eBay knows the truth. Yes. A bigger, larger load costs more to ship. [Thus, there is no such thing as free shipping; just a dip into inflated retail prices to give the illusion of saving money and deceptive pressure to spend more.]

That’s as batty as Daylight Savings Time giving or taking time from you. You’re not gaining or losing anything, just shifting the clock back and forth. If you spend a dollar and get a dollar back, later, did you lose anything? Temporarily you say? That sounds lame. Does that mean someone is going to charge me a DST fee to cure my frustration with time shifts? Is the cure for jet lag the next insurance scheme for travelers as they travel more and cover greater distances, perhaps even further into outer space?

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Now, if you’re like my family and just about anyone else I’ve met, you’re likely to shrug and just go along with this. It’s just the way the world is; just go with that flow. And, if you are, well *fark.* Good luck, cow(s). Cattle on.

But, me? I remain skeptical, distrusting, paranoid (if you must call it that) and just plain agitated. This is a bully scheme. I’m well versed in bully mentality, from a victim’s perspective. And, I’m sick of it. I don’t stand for it. I don’t bow to bullies. I punch them in the face and make those Goliaths regret ever sneering at little David. But, this is one bully I cannot defeat alone. At least, I don’t see the way.

Maybe you can help me. That would be nice. Because, right now, I feel very lonely, like the only person not turned into a zombie after one of those video-game/movie disasters. And, like you, I feel forced to accept something that isn’t safe or right. I don’t like it, one bit. I don’t like catering to bullies. Yet, without anyone to back me up on this, I see no other way (to live). That’s truly sad because it fosters thoughts of deception and theft instead of noble, respectable human decency. It doesn’t make me a better person. It tarnishes what my life could be, the legend I could leave behind in history books.

Imagine Abe Lincoln being unable to credit himself with freeing slaves because he was too intimidated by bullies to put his plan into action. He might have lived longer and avoided being shot at that theater. But, countless descendants would be limited to slave labor, even now, if he didn’t sacrifice himself, in a way. Luckily, he didn’t have to worry about anyone misusing his personal data. Right? He just had at least half the divided country against him, threatening him, not unlike every year in the USA, with the “red states” clashing with the “blue states.” I don’t think Lincoln saw the end of the Civil War (nor did the Avengers in those Marvel Comics). It’s still going.

Let’s get these monkeys off our backs and take back comfort in knowing things like our “personal data” isn’t something we should fear losing or being seen by the wrong entities. It’s ours, like DNA. If thieves are going to take and misuse it, then why do we have to have it, at all? Why expose ourselves to danger that could ruin us?

Is personal data the equivalent of walking around nude, just waiting for something to pinch or violate our most sensitive and private body parts? Would a woman want just anyone to walk up and grab her boobs or stick something between her legs? Would a guy be okay with some snide jerk walking up to him and playing with his “junk?” NO WAY!

Here’s another good question. If thieves are so easily able to access and misuse people’s personal information, what does that say about the services/businesses allowing them to do just that? Where is the security preventing the thieves from misusing “personal data?”

When someone steals a credit card, shouldn’t the thief have to show a valid ID to verify they are the person using the credit card, considering the card is linked to an account which is only for the individual named on the card?

Better yet. Why have something like a credit card, at all? Why give thieves the opportunity?

Well, without credit cards, or, at least, cards reserved to the individuals named upon them and the paperwork that goes with them, we’re back to stick-up robberies in which thieves just pick pockets for cash and things they can sell/pawn. We’re back to physical theft, you could say. Is that so bad?

At least, when you need to spend “precious” money, you deal with a person, face-to-face. You know who’s helping (or not helping) you. You can better evaluate the situation, not just pass off the “troubling stuff” with a wave of a hand and a few long strings of numbers and passwords. You’re not paying to protect what you use to pay others for what you need…that’s a tongue-twisting nightmare of madness.

Some might say, they’d feel safer using that credit card at home or wherever it’s convenient. But, are you safe? And, if you are, then why the ads trying to scare you about your “personal data” and all of the “read this privacy policy,” mile-long business-jargon nonsense? I don’t want to spend the next hour or more reading all of that. No one does. Who knows what is hiding in the fine print. Who knows what’s not in there to guarantee what we need. Who wants to be associated with someone who tells you, in a blunt way, they are not reliable and may steal from you?

[The credit card and online transactions work as long as everyone plays by the rules and pays fairly. But, fair pay shouldn’t require added costs and contracts that more often get ignored than read just to bleed more money and stoke the cold blue or green fires of uncertainty. The credit card, like the internet, could be a convenient portal for business, for interaction, so all of us can get what we need. But, like the internet, credit cards and other forms of business that somehow require/use “personal data” are being misused and making everyone who is not otherwise “protected” suffer.]

Some retail chains pressure employees to promote their own credit cards like cigarettes used to be advertised. I once went to a pool hall (billiard balls) where cigarettes were offered in exchange for handing over some “personal data.” That was crap on multiple levels, the hustle for “data” in exchange for filling the public fun space with toxic smoke and risking countless lives; a misuse of an otherwise recreational venue/business.

If your business is so reliable and worth our investment (in you), you don’t need to taunt or trouble anyone with talk of privacy and securing data. No good restaurant or grocery store says, “Watch out for those wolves at the door; they might eat you…if you don’t buy our special wolf-removing armor.” That’s shady business talk. That is crap. If their business is endangered by wolves, they need to protect themselves or relocate.

In their own way, businesses threatened by “wolves” at their doors are being bullied. And, yes, as good people, we should help them.

This sounds like an old Western. Imagine a grocery store or oasis in the days of the “Wild West,” being threatened by outlaws with masks and guns. Townspeople cannot get what they need because thieves are holding the resources hostage. Who will stand up to the outlaws and secure safe business for the townspeople? In those old stories, some surreal hero would step forward and turn the outlaws into either vulture food or jail turds. But, that sort of thing doesn’t happen in “the real world,” does it? [Not when every potential “hero” seems to need “your buck” to be of service; not when everyone is turning into a private business that needs to protect him/her self from every angle.]

Another way to look at what’s going on is to imagine a world full of vampires (or zombies, if you prefer that crap). If you’ve seen any vampire shows/movies, you might see one not-very-threatening character pondering what the world would be like without mortals upon which they can feed. If everyone was a vampire, there would be no hunt, there would be no fear, there would be a bewildering number of hissing, craving monsters questioning the value of sucking blood from another blood sucker. In essence, I think, the population would collapse upon itself. That’s sort of what is happening with the global economy. Everyone, from a young age, is being prodded to sell themselves and sign up with some form of paperwork nightmare that either steers them toward some sort of financial success or ruin.

No legend tells the story of a vampire’s victim. Heroes might be vampire slayers. But, no one, as far as I know, has told the story of the vampire victim who just goes on living after an attack or who becomes a mindless blob of flesh and bone (after being drained repeatedly). There is no story for that. It’s just…the end…for that person. The vampire gets the fame and, often enough, becomes the figure lusted for by the prey.

So, some people are choosing to be the vampires (or are “cursed” with the power) and choosing to keep everyone else around as prey for as long as that lasts. These “vampires” are not looking out for each other or spreading good human behavior. They are not working with everyone else to keep the world going. They may pitch all sorts of good intentions to get some tax write-off, to deflect some other, larger predator. But, they’re not better people than anyone else…they’re just more inclined to hustle. Is that survival of the fittest? Are the “prey” just…un-fit?

Success or ruin isn’t based upon some plan you sign or small lizard you call your best friend. It comes from something deeper, in your genes. There is a cosmic force at work, even if you don’t believe in a god. There is something in this universe which makes some people more fortunate than others. I don’t see any scientific way to get a grip on or control that. It just is what it is. Some of us are more driven to hustle others. And, some of us are more prone to be…well, naive cattle. But, the way things are, everyone seems open to being cattle to someone else. I would like to believe there is a faction who is neither hustler or cattle, but even with the number of charities and such I’ve seen/heard about, I am not sure who is truly kind and intent on helping all humans, anymore, including myself.

If we don’t retain a grip on our senses and resources, the real thieves of this world are just going to turn us into batteries they can use up and discard. I don’t want to be some idiot’s AAA. Neither should you.

Your life story isn’t told in personal data and receipts. It’s not a few online video clips viewed by a dozen or even thousands of people. It’s worth more than that. And, it doesn’t require being bullied, being intimidated and prodded to doubt in a way that drains you…like a vampire.

Now, I apologize if this was too much for you to read in one sitting. It started out a quick whim with just a few lines worth expressing. But, the more I thought about what I was writing, what makes me so frustrated and angry…and discouraged from living my life to its fullest, the more branches my brain sprouted. I hope this mass of thought serves a good purpose.

08
Nov
22

You Want to Skip That Holiday?

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In previous posts and years, I’ve pondered alternative holiday activities to satisfy those who don’t agree with conventional and somewhat outdated traditions. I’ve pondered the possibilities of single-people alternatives to Valentine’s Day, vegetarian escapes from Thanksgiving and winter holidays without the demand for excess presents/expense.

Most recently, just now, I was thinking about how Thanksgiving gets overlooked by retail chains which barely blink an eye at everything pumpkin and turkey before putting Kris Kringle and Mr. Snowman on clearance shelves, one more annoying year.

[Actually, I’m watching an episode of “Buffy the Vampire Slayer,” in which the two major female characters, Buffy and Willow, are talking about how Thanksgiving is a “sham” associated with death (namely the death if all the Native Americans who were kind or foolish enough to mingle with the Pilgrims and share farming skills before meeting their doom).]

It’s bad enough some–namely those vegetarian/vegan sorts I previously mentioned–are turning away from the traditional turkey dinner. It’s annoying how businesses lacking in career potential don’t offer much of a vacation or bonus for “turkey day.” But, maybe, it’s okay to let one holiday slide into ancient history. I highly doubt we will need to uphold the traditions of National Hot Dog Day decades from now. [We’re living in an age when just about everything gets a holiday…and still we cannot work well together with respect for differences.]

If we DID neglect or bypass Thanksgiving, once and for all, perhaps the cultural deception could be replaced with something…er, nicer, and more closely related to the upcoming winter holiday many call Christmas. What if…what if Thanksgiving was a prequel to Christmas? Think of the Christmas traditions of a country like Spain. They celebrate for two weeks or longer, up until January 6th, the Dia de los Reys (Day of the Kings). What if Christmas season was closer to a month in length, say twenty-four or twenty-five days. Sure, why not; let’s top that old roasted chestnut of a song called the Twelve Days of Christmas. That’s less than what Spain gives to the party. They must have something better than lords that leap and ladies dancing, though I cannot imagine what.

Okay, so now the biggest holiday of the year has merged with it’s prehistoric ancestor, the dinosaur of family dinners. We celebrate the re-assembly of family before we even think about presents and the birth of Jesus Christ, which can both have their own days in the mix. They don’t have to compete for one single day and anger casual shoppers and religious folks, alike.

This could spare some travel challenges previously encountered with coming and going from one “big” holiday, at the onset of winter (in the northern hemisphere), only to leap into the fray, again, a month later. Why double the trouble when you could pick one, whether you stay for the long haul or just visit either early or late in the season? After all, even in the story of Jesus, people came to his birth at different times, not all in one day…which makes you wonder how Christmas can even be celebrated as a birthday, when events span over several days and travels. I suppose THE day is when he finally pops out of Mary without a scratch. But, the party isn’t in full swing until the Magi arrive. And, I bet, some straggler shepherds show up late, too…because shepherds cannot get enough of this stuff, visiting unrelated offspring of poor strangers in colorful robes who have already been blessed by wealthier stranger with the reputation of having advanced intellect.

Goodness. This would be such an epic celebration…people would be miserable when they have to return to work and/or school. It’s almost too much. I’m sweating gravy…and pooping cranberry sauce? at the thought of it. Imagine…more than a month of celebrating one big holiday season…after you just finished sorting out the candy and costumes from Halloween, or as I prefer to call it…Costume Day (so as to not upset religious folks who think Halloween has to be evil).

Yet, it WOULD be a holiday SEASON…not just a single day’s celebration with weeks of hasty shopping (and returns) in advance. It wouldn’t be the foolishness of New Year’s Eve, in which countless loud-mouthed fools rush to kiss on a cold city street and see a costly ball of light descend a metal pole before being shoved back to their homes and drunken establishments until morning. It wouldn’t be a blink of an eye followed by hours of janitorial labor, hangovers and careless gift-card exchanges. It would be patient and kind with time to breathe and appreciate everything. Stores wouldn’t have to clearance their tacky wares in a few weeks. They’d have adequate time for the late-comers to find something they can bring to family gatherings.

Again, I am feeling strangely stuffed and leaking in places at the thought of this. Such ample comfort and splendor, even if it’s tied to the winter holiday (or summer in southern places) and not autumn (which I prefer). Someone pass me a stack of napkins so I can wipe away all of this gravy. And, don’t you dare try eating it…that’s just gross.

But, imagine….

04
Jun
21

Global Equality and Happiness; Philosophical Meandering, June 4, 2021

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I caught something on TV the other day about Elon Musk’s girlfriend? promoting a form of communism.  She said something about eliminating work, using more AI to run the planet and everyone benefitting from this shift.  And, someone responded by saying they could see some logic in the young woman’s presentation.  [Though I couldn’t help raising an eyebrow to the markings on her face (pre-surgery, I presume) and wonder what in state her mind actually was.  When you’re prepping for surgery, your mind can say and do strange things.]

This wasn’t the only stimulus for today’s pondering (or meandering).

I’ve been bombarded with so many thoughts in the past few days, some of which have sparked ideas for rants that never took shape.  I’ve also been feeling exceptionally distressed and depressed for no particular/new reason.  

Now then…

Can you imagine a world in which no one has a job or requirement to pay taxes and such and can simply live off the land as everyone pleases?  I’ve seen something close to that on certain versions of Star Trek.  And, sure, we forget some of the details of “reality” when watching just about any movie, TV show or, the current trend, online videos which could be uploaded by just about anyone for any reason and altered with a variety of computer/video tools (to mess with our heads).  But, is such a world possible?  That’s, essentially, my question.  And, feel free to contribute your thoughts below.

While I aspire and long for such a world, I have lingering doubts it could ever exist.  And, I will tell you why in a minute.

The longer I live, the angrier I get at humanity as a whole.  I know it’s not good to throw all your apples in one basket.  There ARE good apples…as well as bad ones.  But, it’s difficult to sort them out and getting more difficult each day.  Just when you think you have a good apple, something crazy and/or disappointing happens.  And, there are a number of possible reasons/influences for this.  [But, I won’t overload your brain with those, now.]  But, bad apples spoil the bunch and make life miserable for everyone, including themselves once they hit a discouraging dead end, a point when all the gold in the world isn’t making them happy, whether they admit it or not.  Or, they just die and hand over the wealth to the next generation of entitled fools.

Actually, that ties into what I’m about to say.  

Why is a peaceful world enjoyed by all, equally, so impossible to achieve?  And, why are all our efforts to achieve…well…anything “good” in vain?  Because there will always be a “sense of entitlement” or some other variation of that phrase that drives certain people to be less charitable than others.  At least, I don’t see how it can change for the better.  

You’ve probably seen some of this in movies, too.  Someone comes up with a solution for the fossil-fuel problem, and, whether or not it becomes public knowledge, someone in a high seat swoops down on the invention to “capitalize” it.  One minute, you’ve got fresh air for everyone; the next, the air is being bottled and sold at your “convenience.”  It’s not convenient to turn the world into one big outlet store.  It’s not convenient to slash a price from $400 to $40 when the item isn’t worth anything other than what humans stamp on it, when the item is available to all if we’d let it be.

Right now, bottled water is all the rage.  Every cotton-picking flavor and type imaginable is being advertised.  And, everyone has their gimmick to sell it.  SELLING WATER.  Isn’t that the beginning of the end?  Isn’t that one step from The Lorax?  Come on, people!  Wise up!

The world is perpetually one step away from a Moonlight Madness Sale.  Someone presents a crisis or craze, and the sheep, cattle, dogs, rodents…all of them go running in all directions, trying to get a piece of the action.  Someone shouts fire or virus, and people panic.  Someone shouts FREE ___!  And, people rush to get the bargain or catch the T-shirt or jump through flaming hoops to get a prize which requires some paperwork and payment of taxes. 

THIS is sharing?  Well, you might say, “Nooo.  That’s not it.  That’s not the level of equality we can yet reach.”  But, I think it is.  I think those without the status and power to delegate and trickle down the benefits from their high seats are always going to be chasing and wasting and competing with others, regardless of their status.  And, even those “at the top” surely have their competitions for “more” and some false sense of security.  Because, let’s be honest, does ANYONE really feel anymore secure than they can justify with some artificial support?  Doesn’t everyone boast some nest egg or financial support system of some kind to secure their status, their lifestyle, whether you are a welfare case or living at Park Place?

Now, you might be of the mindset that you are a good person.  But, how good are you in that mob scene at the big sale on some holiday weekend?  What are you doing there if not running with the bulls to get a rare bargain?  What do you have to experience to be reduced to the mentality of something like The Hunger Games?

If you take a long, hard look at yourself, you might find a darker shade to your light.  I’ve seen it, myself.  I try to be a good guy.  But, there are moments…  And, I cannot guarantee something wouldn’t eventually turn me. 

But, if you DO take that long, hard look…and you only see good…well, either you are full of yourself (and something soft and brown and smelly) or you are one lucky individual.  Well, luck is subject to opinion and definition and could just be the enemy of the ego…but…

So, how can the world ever be free of its current state of quarreling rights and economies if we all cannot part with our “status” and “entitlement” and share the world’s resources? 

And, by share, I don’t been buying shares of a company.  I don’t mean sharing the burden by paying more fees and taxes to have some of what the other guy has.  I don’t mean renting the services and resources we need the rest of our lives just to slave away to feed some higher, wealthier ego and then listen to the praises of said ego and his wealthy status. 

Oh, please, sir, tell me more of your mansions and car collection and plans for universal domination.  NOT!

Here’s today’s philosophical metaphor for ya.

If you had a big, frosted cake and had enough for everyone in the world, would you divide it evenly and be satisfied?  Or, would you–even for a second–think you should stash away more of that cake for yourself and divide the remainder among the rest of the world?  Could you be content with your own equal-size piece?

But, here’s my cynical, skeptical kicker, right below that.  If someone told you they were giving you a piece of the cake everyone is sharing equally, would you believe they were giving you your fair share?  See.  That’s another problem…or shade of the same problem.  Trust.  There is very little trust in the world.  And, those who DO trust too often get swindled.  I’ve been swindled quite a bit, and it has made me so bitter; my own obtuse family gets tired of me.

Yet, it’s possible someone could offer you your fair share and be holding out on you.  But, how would you know?  And, how would you verify…anything?

Now, you see?   You see why I cannot take my heavy egg-shaped head off my tense fist and rigidly bent knee.  

If you need me, I’ll be on the stump…er, toilet…ridding myself of today’s crap.  ‘Got any Thought Paper?

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09
Apr
19

Fashions Signaling The World’s End?

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When Target commercials are worse than Old Navy commercials, I fear the world (of fashion) coming to an end.  Seriously, I don’t expect much from a retailer like Target.  I know they are not a “high-end” clothing store, but they used to have options I…well, liked.  But, some years after they began airing ads with trendy songs-of-the-summer and montages of jagged shifting imagery, and years after certain feature fashion designers started boasting their lines at the stores, Target seem to have lost their money-lovin’ minds.  I used to say the same about Old Navy.  I used to think Target put Old Navy on the endangered shopping list.  Now, it seems things have shifted.   And, that really scares me.  A place with OLD in its name showing clothes better than what you can get at what used to be a favored department store.  Sad times, indeed.

What am I talking about?  What is so bad at Target?  Let me put it as clearly as I can, in my personal opinion, mind you.  I don’t like pastels.  I detest melon orange and shades of aqua-marine/sea foam/turquoise, even if the last one is said to be lucky for Sagittarius.  I am tired of the same old striped crap that looks like the bottom of the wallpaper or card stock barrel.  I am tired of pants too tight for my man parts, apparently designed by gay folks looking to score some action in the rear…just sayin’.  And, in general, as I say again and again, I am astounded there aren’t more options and that, it seems, no one cares to design or make quality men’s clothing that isn’t cheaply screen-printed tees and sloppy pants or costly suit-and-tie combos that do nothing outside of an elitist boardroom or convention event.  It seems I will have to scrounge around the shady import websites, these “pop-up” outlet malls of the Far and Middle east, and pay ridiculous shipping, no doubt, to get anything more appealing to my artistic and heterosexual senses.

As if shopping for men’s clothes isn’t bad enough, these days.

Vent complete.

24
Nov
16

The Future of Black Friday?

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Imagine if you will…

The future of Black Friday in a world of internet shopping…

Just wait. It could all turn around. But, instead of people fighting in the stores, they’ll fume and fight over internet/web site crashes. They’ll keep the foreign hotline operators busy with complaints about internet service. The operators will offer them fake sympathy and minor discounts to keep them plugged in yet mildly happier.

After all, do you think families will get any closer the more they push fast computerized everything from radio speakers to watches?

No.  This is like driving cattle.  Retail and outlet stores drove people for decades to chase their sales.  Now, as so many stores give up and move resources online, the stampede route shifts in a slightly different direction (until the next big movement in sales appears on the horizon…if there is a horizon left).

Maybe someday, all the lonely people of the world will surround themselves with AI families, their phone, clock, TV, etc. It will be like Pee-Wee’s Playhouse, except all the characters will be digitized voices and flashing lights.

Amazon.com is putting all of your shopping money into dominating Mars and consuming the global economy. But, go ahead and feed the beast, a beast not unlike Wal-Mart type stores trying to house everything and run all hours of the day. Soon, Wal-Mart will create its own extinction event, and online empires like Amazon will stand out like skyscrapers…skyscrapers no one will see because all they know are numbers, words, video clips and flashing icons on digital screens.  Unless people get wise to some kind of reading/writing and math Apps, I fear even being able to read a label or balance a bank account could become a challenge.

I think Black Friday can be a fun time for a small family/group if they keep a positive attitude and camp together. But, more often, bargain hunters turn around to make a profit off their “hot items” or get really cruel and competitive about the hunt as if their life will be empty without the sale item. If you’re not on your A game, you tend to feel like a squirrel in rush hour traffic. If you’re not with a happy group that doesn’t care if they get every sale item or any sale item and just enjoys shopping together…don’t go.

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[I was just inspired to write more about Black Friday, the USA way to spoil a family holiday with thoughts of bargain hunting amid mad crowds of careless people who will trample each other and suffer buyer’s remorse, later.  ‘Amazing what glancing over blog posts will do.]

 

19
Nov
16

Fork Black Friday

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Black Friday?  What is that?

Because retail chains have become monsters, there is no point to any Black Friday sales, anymore.  You can’t even enjoy a meal with the family before someone’s ramming shady bargains down your throat.  Swallow on your own time.  We gotta get down to Electronic-Mart and get us one of dem 90″ ecto-plasma 4D TVs.  [I think I just puked a little.]

Black Friday used to be the emergency flare for getting the economy pumping after summer turned people into sluggish tourist traps.  Now, it’s going the way of the T-Rex in the latest Jurassic Park films.  [Yes, you heard me right.  Film-S.  Plural, in case you didn’t know they could milk a T-Rex til it begged to be re-extinct.]

So, forget cooking a turkey and teaching the kids about the Mayflower.  If things keep going the way they are, history books will just be old catalogs from JCPenney and Sears.  Spare no expense.

Black Friday, beginning on Thursday…before you finish dinner.  Idiots.

What’s next?  Hunger Games Wednesday?

Spare me the gruesome details of human degradation.




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