Sunday, September 18, 2016

Guns – Stirring The Pot

Guns – Stirring the pot.

He’s not going to actually write an article on guns.  Not really … no … why is he going to do that?  Well, only in America, versus pretty much any other country on the planet, is the use of decidedly dangerous, destructive, deadly, conveniently useable, and deadly (did I already say deadly) – yes, deadly murderous tools, such a hot topic.
Just addressing the topic of regulating guns, in this country, can get you shot by one.

Evolution in the application of Common Sense has taken a reverse turn in America, when it comes to guns.  The 2nd Amendment - when it was written, it took the average person nearly a full minute, lots of experience, several different ingredients used in precise manners for it to fire one bullet. And 25% of the time it didn't work.
I think in reference to true and honest history, any American ought to be able to own and operate all, and any, of the single shot muzzle-loading firearms they want.  Have a hundred of them, all set in a row in your living room, if you want.  Nail them to the front of your house if you want.  Carry it on your back, stick down the leg of your pants – open-carry; conceal carry (if you can).  WTF ever!

The ONLY restriction would be that it may not be capable of firing more than one bullet per minute.  That bullet may not have a force more capable than passing through one thin crust pizza before all of its energy is expired.

Any other form, model or design of firearm should require some proof of certified skill and learned provable responsibility.  JUST LIKE A FUCKING CAR!!!  Why is that such an infringement on personal liberty?  Hate the government that provides you with overall international safety, schools, roads, bridges, fire departments, police departments and thousands of other necessary elements you don’t even think about – hate that government all you want.  That is also your right, and it is your freedom under the 1st Amendment to stand on a street corner and shout your hatred towards that government. 

I do not believe it is the right of every man, woman, child and large dog to carry around an instrument that can spit out thousands of rounds of bullets per minute, capable of putting holes through the average house wall!! 

Having had two suicides by gunshot in my immediate family, I can say that in both cases I doubt sincerely that either would have occurred if a gun had not been available. Both were women, who supposedly rarely use guns to take their lives. However, both were wonderful young vibrant women and highly intelligent. I have always felt certain that had not a gun been right at hand and were they forced to think of some other manner, they would not have done it. Guns were not within their immediate daily lives.

Other methods were, with some truly deep intent, are available to anyone at anytime. However, none of these other methods are "sure things". Overdosing, using a vehicle, high bridges - the list is pretty endless. Most of them have a reasonable risk of survival. A bullet to the brain has NO risk of survival and intelligent people know this. No person who is aware they are someone with deep depression keeps a gun around, they just don't. They frequently do have medically prescribed highly effective psychotropic medications, generally a fair amount of those. They do have access to cars, etc.

I myself, a war veteran I might add, live with bipolar disorder and PTSD. I also would add that I have never owned, or will own, any firearms. I was taught to use them when I was in the service. I even have an "Expert Marksman Medal". But I wouldn't be put out if I showed up on a "No Purchase List".

I had a cross-medication reaction once and totaled a car due to a blackout. My driver’s license was revoked before I got out of the ER. It took six months, a required Drivers Ed class and convincing a Judge in court before I got even a conditional license to drive myself to work. And, I was on a "Conditional License" for two years after that. WhyTF don't we have any kind of system to deal with firearms, Constitutional Amendments or not.

Other than that in one score plus a half-century of life, I have never ever broken a single law.  I do have some experience with Police Officers, but that is because they just happen to be friends or neighbors.  No traffic tickets, no law suits, not even a rock thrown at me.  Nu-huffing.  World’s nicest, peace luvin’ guy.  I just like to have the thought tucked in the back of my brain, that the guy next to me packin’ a .38 Special knows how to use it and isn’t a bipolar nut-job like me.

And, that when he’s not packin’, that gun is put away somewhere to which only he has access.  That’s all.  Is that too much to ask?

Sunday, September 4, 2016

How Does It Happen?

How Does It Happen?

Just doing week-end chores, stopping at grocery store and a couple of strip-mall joints.  Hardware store, etc..  So many – so many of my fellow American citizens have become yuge!!  Not just a little bit, but absolutely massive mounds of human flesh on the hoof.  Wa-a-ay beyond big-boned.  Nearly eight out of ten are easily over the 250 lbs limit a lot of lawn furniture states right on the stickers. 

I’m sure when these products were designed and prototyped in China and elsewhere, they were tested and the rest of the world just assumed 250 American pounds, was way past any conceivable need.  Can’t you just hear these 125 lb Chinese engineers and factory managers saying, “250 lbs, that’s 113.4 Kg!  Nobody weighs over 100Kg,  113 oughta be heavy enough.”  Well, dudes, ya gotta come over here and just take a look.  115kg is not out of sight in the U.S.A. any longer.

And this is not any kind of evolutionary adjustment,  It’s not   like   people are just getting taller, so the lower body has gotten bigger.  I admit I am short for an American male, about two inches under the average.  So generally a lot of Americans are as tall or taller than I am, and that hasn’t changed.  Say all seem to have stayed at about the same eye level.  They have just become so wide, two of them cannot walk side by side down a store ailse.

People in the thirties are using those little electric carts to get around SuperMarts.  Bodies are massive, but their faces don’t look all that old.  Their eyes seem to be getting smaller, more embedded pig-like­ in the midst of baby fat that never went away?  I find myself opening doors for disabled people who have got to be my junior by no less than 20 years!  I do not mind at all being courteous to those physically challenged, or whatever, it’s my pleasure and moral duty to do this, but still …?

I really can’t see this as any kind of body shaming.  If a person is born genetically short or super tall, large framed or exceedingly slight … fine.  Hey, ya’r what ya’r.  No big deal, that’s great – diversity and all that.  I had a roommate in college who was 6’8”.  And, really big boned.  Really kind of a giant.  Very nice person, we’re still friends.  He weighed in at maybe 300 lbs..  But he wasn’t at all what you call fat.  He was just really big.

But if you’re 5’8” or 10” and obviously have a regular bone structure, 400 lbs is a bit over the limit – maybe.  Butts the size of ripe watermelons.  Not a watermelon, but two full sized ready for market ripe watermelons – well, time to lay off the pizza and chocolate croissants.  It is not healthy to be 35 years old and have to triple-turn to get out of your car door.  To be 40 and have to grab an electric cart in the parking lot to get to the door of the store, even before you start go-carting around in the product aisles.  Then to have two or three little blobs (children) running behind whining that they have to walk while you ride. 

Sigh … … …
When I walk down the parking lot and I nearly get run over by some enormous pile of person (one person) who has one fist full of some kind of whopper-burger in one hand and their cell phone in the other, also juggling some bucket sized drink, well – I get annoyed.  What are you steering that two ton steel monster with???  I mean, ker-rist, put one of those ham sized hands on the steering wheel – just maybe?  Only a polite suggestion, really.

Thing is, I have to go to the health club, or Fitness Center as they are called these days.  No less than three days a week, I must go there, because two of my Doctors keep telling me I really need to do this.  Sure I’m packing about ten extra pounds, but I am also 70 years old and my metabolism has almost nearly stopped.  Two oatmeal raisin cookies and I seem to gain a pound.  If I don’t weigh myself every time I go to the Fitness Center and force myself to burn off 500 or so calories, I’d get massive like that too.  In just a couple weeks, I can gain 20 pounds these days, if I don’t do my best to work off what I eat.

Since I don’t have any fields to plow, horses to curry or sheep to round up (or shepard, I guess), as most – like 95% of us, I gotta get on some dumb machine and ride ten miles to nowhere, or row ten miles on a dry floor.  My pants get tight if I eat two donuts two days in a row.  How, on earth, does anybody get to the point where they a seatbelt extension on an airplane – without noticing it!  When you haven’t seen your genitals without a mirror in   like   a year!  Doesn’t that set off any alarms in your sense of vanity.  Or, even sense of dignity.

When a standard chair at Starbucks will not contain 50% of your butt, maybe you don’t need that 475 calorie frappe-dappa-chino with four squirts of vanilla hazelnut syrup and four inches of whipped cream on top.  With a 400 calorie chocolate croissant on the side.  Right there you’re surpassing the daily, maybe weekly, allowance of calories of most Third World children.  AND, for most Americans, that’s just a snack between meals.

If you’re forced to buy larger clothes every six months, my compatriots, hey!  You are just eating too much of the wrong foods.  You’re killing the Health System Insurance.  Friends, Medical Science is amazing these days.  It has saved my life because of my bipolarism.  It really can’t save your life if your heart just craps out at 45 because it has not evolved enough to do double or triple the job is was designed (by nature) to do.  Medical Science can prolong your life by 20 years over just three generations ago, but damn!  It’s not Miracle Science, it’s Medical Science.  I think you’re confused.

Take a hint.  If every birthday you have to tell your friends to add an extra “X” to the gifts clothes they get for you, then … well … maybe … something is happening?

Thank you Dear Reader and Joy be unto you.

Just published  “Twelve Roses for Kathy – A journey on a motorcycle out of the darkness of bipolar disorder”

Friday, August 19, 2016

If You’re Not In The Posse, Don’t Wear The Badge

If You’re Not In The Posse, Don’t Wear The Badge

“If you ain’t sellin’, don’t advertise.  If you ain’t buyin’, don’t cut in line.”

A pick-up passes me on a bridge.  Not a big deal, but this particular bridge is one of those really steep ones.  The ones where when you, on the one side, can’t see over it to the other side.  Big hump in the middle.  Totally blind before you hit the crest of that bridge.  Cain’t see ANY of the on-coming traffic.  Now directly on the other side of the crest, from either direction, you can see a good quarter mile ahead and there is a broken yellow line indicating passing is allowed.  Most locals know this.  This is a well-traveled bridge; yes, it’s an old bridge, but using it saves dozens of miles.

It’s all fine, just wait to pass until you gets over that crest.  Nope!  There is this jack-asse behind me, who just assumes, I guess, angels are sitting on his shoulder.  Wham! Jamming around me, before the crest is this spiffy new monster tire nine-wheel-drive, really stupid pick-up truck.  There is a Huge rear window decal.  HUGe! Rear window decal that says – wait for it… HARLEY-DAVIDSON !!!!! (???)  Really?   This monster-truck idiot has a motorcycle brand company decal flashing away in his rear window,  he’s slamming past somebody (an old man – as in me) on a motorcycle, on a narrow old southern bridge (absolutely no skirt – no place to get out of the f*ing way)!   Oh, he’s a biker jock – oh yeah!  Look at the biker-guy in his monster truck!  Almost killing somebody who is actually riding a motorcycle.

Now, sometime after this … there is an intersection in the very small town in this local, right in front of the only SuperMart (rhymes with mega-store paying minimum wage).  It’s a big four-way eight-lane thing; actually each direction also has two (2) left-turn lanes.  … Ya gotta picture this.  All of these funnel into two-lane cross streets.  Re-e-ed light … green light. ,  yellow light… f***ing RED LIGHT!!! 
Got it?  Light change and it’s a stock car race, a true southern “Git thar first!” 

‘Nother pick-up.  ‘Nother four-wheel drive monster-tire hunk-o-penis comes zooming past me right through the RED LIGHT!!!  On his rear tailgate, big as a real fish, is one of those Christian fish symbols.  (???)  Turn the other cheek, love all mankind Christian badges?  Just arearin’ (ready) to mow down enybawdy (anybody) who gits (gets) in ‘is (his) way. 


Two examples … I once stopped a fellow in another mega-store (rhymes with mega-store paying slightly higher than minimum-wage), which is famous for all of its associates wearing red shirts.  This young man was wearing a bright red shirt.  I asked for directions to some item, or other.  Don’t remember anymore.  He responded, somewhat indignantly, he didn’t know because he DIDN’t work there.  He said something like, “I’m never gonna wear this shirt in this store again.”  I thought, to myself, “Well, that would be a good idea.”  And, “Unless you feel like being more civil to other people.”

Back to motorcycles … under the guise of the developed nation’s religions, or general theologies and/or deeply-felt cultural mores (morals) as depicted by television, or wifi streaming entertainment.  I make note of how many really cool, and stylish, motorcycle jackets – and, obviously yugely expensive – jackets appear in the wardrobes of the actors.  Who never get within spitting distance of a motorcycle at any time during the programs.  ???

One more;  Dogs left in windows-closed, locked cars in the summer heat, with, “I heart Dobermans (or some weird breed of dog – Shitzhus?)” window decals or bumper stickers.

Really?  My thinking is, “If you are not actually on-the-team, why are you wearing the uniform?”

Note: for the brave among my dear readers, I offer a new, separate but different blog:
A study in a matter of theory and conjecture about human brain-mind development towards retaining ever increasing meta-cognitive development.  Based on Mathematics, and I refer to Base 3 Calculus. I wouldn’t expect a whole lot of people to give it a try.  But if you are in any manner open-minded and intellectually curious, the Math used is truly only a tool to condense the theory proposed. 

Thank you Dear Reader and Joy be unto you.

Just published  “Twelve Roses for Kathy – A journey on a motorcycle out of the darkness of bipolar disorder”

Sunday, August 14, 2016

Mathematics – A Beautiful Thing, Really

Mathematics – A Beautiful Thing, Really

As follows – mathematicians are
misled by an undue brevity. He (sic they) appears to think that, at this point, the advocates of infinity are content with a vague “and so on” – a sort of etcetera which is intended to cover a multitude of sins. But etceteras, common as they are in ordinary mathematics, where they are represented by rows of little dots, are not tolerated by the stricter symbolic logicians.”
Bertand Russell from his “Axiom of Infinity” (pub. 1904)

I hope I don’t loose a bunch of readers with this.  As, I have known a vast number of people in my life.  And, having been a true nomad for all of my life, I have known quite a lot of people.  Also being kind of gregarious and having one of those faces, I guess, where people just come up to me and start talking.  Sometimes it a bit strange.  On that – another day.

I was never particularly fond of Math as a young student.  At least until I started to seriously study Art and then wound up getting into pottery, which led me to glazes, which led me to chemistry.  I discovered that if you learned chemistry, as it applied to ceramics and glass compounds, you could develop lots of cool colors and other effects to apply to your pottery.  I found it fascinating.  This was my initial discovery of what I think of as “Everything is pretty much a matter of systems and when you can fully get around in any particular system, you can somewhat control it.  And, thereby achieve things you never quite thought you could achieve.”

So, one thing, then another thing … and I got into computer technology and computer coding and it epiphanized on my brain that the binary system was a fraud.
So, in reference to my own small curiosity, a tendency to “question everything”, I spent some pondering this religious reliance our modern world has placed on the binary system, or Base 2.  I am of the generation where “computers” were in vitro, in their gestation stage.  So, it occurred to significant number of politicians that, in order to keep up with the balls-out science of the Russians during the Cold War, steps needed to be taken.  “Sputnik” was spinning around the planet and, yes, you could just step outside on any clear night and see it pass blinking overhead.

Whoah!!!  Amerkans can’t let that happen.  Can’t have our – oh, enough of that nonsense.  Anyway, us American High Schoolers were tossed into a new hair-brained notion that we must learn “New Math”.  Let us just say that after a couple of years of totally disastrous results, where a major number of Baby Boomers learned to really, really hate Math, things went back to previous mediocre pursuits of American High School Math.

But, right from the beginning, I thought, “Wait!  Hey – how can you have something you are calling Base 2 when the only numbers you are using are “0” and “1”?  I don’t see no “2” in Base 2?”  Now, I was a teen-ager during a historical period where American married couples were shown on the primitive TV’s, we had at the time, as always sleeping in separate beds. (Huh? !!!)  Now what just a minute!  You got two people and together they can produce another person and yet there is always a constant distance between them. 

“Just how does that work?”

To me, it says right off that distance is something that exists and is often just sort of thrown out of a lot of Math – and, obviously out of the plots and scripts of all of the super-dumb sitcoms of that era.  As Bertand Russell points out, it becomes a kind magical element.  Or, instead of working out the details, and hence the full logic, of a given calculation, you simply throw in an “etcetera”; an, and-so-on.  Assuming thusly, “We got this far, so quite plainly, we get to infinity in the same manner.”  Once again, “Huh?” 

I would take all of this and propose my own view; the only element, and this not being composed of a single entity, but more of an element composed of a compound structure and represented by an acceptable symbol, could that element that conceived of the initial proposition; i.e. infinity.  Or, the only element which can possibly actually be infinite is that which attempts to conceive of infinity.  A circular thought, or theory?  OR, is it more of a fractal “the study of continuous but not differentiable functions”; initially proposed by Gottfried Leibniz in the 17th century.

At any scale, the math remains the same, whether drilling into is assumed to be details or out scaling toward an overview.  Take any part of a fractal, drill it and drill it and drill and the complexity remains constant.  So remove the restrictions of scale, remove the notion of vector points and all that is left is of what is assumed to be a line is a construct of fractions of fractions.  It becomes no longer possible to say, “What is the distance from point X to point Y?”  The only question possible is, “What is the relationship of point X to point Y?”

It then becomes impossible to measure distance.  All that can be done is to plot relationships.  In order to do this we come to a project I have been working on for many years and here is the link to that new blog:

Since this study is a matter of theory and conjecture based on Mathematics, and I refer to Base 3 Calculus, I wouldn’t expect a whole lot of people to give it a try.  But if you are in any manner open-minded and intellectually curious, the Math used is truly only a tool to condense the theory proposed. 

Thank you Dear Reader and Joy be unto you.

Just published  Twelve Roses for Kathy – A journey on a motorcycle out of the darkness of bipolar disorder”