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All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing.

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November 18, 2011 at 3:03 pm

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Do the right thing

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That’s what were told from the time that we begin to understand language…..right? Do the right thing. This has been bothering me lately….a lot. I guess because the abuse of our “take advantage” mentality of today. Doing the right thing has never turned out to be in my best financial interest. It’s been the exact opposite, but it’s something so deeply ingrained into my soul, that I can do nothing less.

I live in Texas. At one time in my life, I wanted to move back to the small town that I’m from. The place that taught me all about personal responsibility and doing the right thing. I was able to get a decent paying job. My wife, who actually completed her college degree and was actually more accomplished in her career, couldn’t find employment to save her life. Well to be fair, my grandmother did offer her a job in my uncle’s liquor store. At my job, there was this certain lady that I worked with. She had been passed up for a promotion into my position, even though I found her to be every bit as qualified as I. She had been there for some years and had a great relationship with her fellow workers, she had a great attitude, she did her job well, yet I came to see that no matter what she did, she was never going to get the respect of our supervisors. The whole experience sat so badly with me that I ended up quitting and moving back to the big city where my wife, and one day my daughter, would have a better chance for living out their dreams.

Not that the big city is full of people who do the right thing. At one point I ended up getting a job with a government contractor. I could not have been more excited about landing this job. It was over a six figure salary and I thought it was my opportunity to use my skills for something exciting. Five months later, I quit in disgust, totally defeated. I went in everyday for five months begging for something to do. When given nothing, I went about cleaning, organizing, doing any and every little menial thing I could get my hands on just for something to do. I quit once and let them talk me into coming back for a couple of weeks. Basically they told me that they had this position funded and they needed it staffed so they wouldn’t lose the money. I was told that sooner or later they’d find something for me to do. Meanwhile I would walk around this place and find tons of people all sleeping at their desks. Was this the right thing to do? I couldn’t take it anymore. It was like going to prison everyday and I quit without a job to go to next.

One of my wonder fb “friends” of my old real self once started a post about that stupid town that named one of their streets Justin Beiber way. I made some comment like….”what, is the city council made up of all 13 year old girls?” I didn’t realize that they had made some girl mayor for the day. When this was explained to me, I made the comment that it was too bad she didn’t do something more meaningful like maybe have a coat drive for the homeless or feed the needy day. I GOT SLAYED by this guy for even suggesting such a thing. This guy got totally indignant and was making some pretty crappy comments to me. I didn’t back down and he ended up deleting the post. I ended up apologizing to him. I had no idea that I would offend him with my simple suggestion.

I’m not saying there is not a time for frivolity….it’s great, it’s fine, but there’s also a time for serious. I can sit by as people post about Dancing with the Stars or some sporting event or any other thing that I could care less about, but if I dare to get serious about anything, I’m chastised and talked down to.

These examples could go on and on. I just wonder what kind of selfish, self-absorbed society we’ve become. All I have to do is watch facebook and it’s on display in all it’s glory for the whole world to see….everyday. I’m really thinking that I can’t go back to that. I don’t want to go back to that.

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November 18, 2011 at 11:47 am

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Friends?

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Why the hell do they call them “Friends” on FB? What a damn joke. I’m not saying there are not real friends that happen to be on each other’s facebook lists, but to call this list a list of “friends” is a bit misleading and a total abuse of the real meaning of the word in most cases.

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November 18, 2011 at 11:18 am

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Update 11/18/2011

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So I haven’t posted in at least a week I guess. Will anyone notice? Does anyone care? I seriously doubt it. I’m just feeling apathetic I guess. I really don’t care. I’m spending WAY less time on the computer and that’s a good thing. When I first started this, I imagined it would be something temporary….just a break…just a chance to get away and rant in total freedom of expression and once out of my system, I’d return to my “normal” facebook self. As I sit here writing this, I have to say, I can’t see myself going back to the way things were before. I picked up another friend this week. I ran across a news posting where the vocal majority were coming out to show their ass and stupidity. I started intervening for the vulnerable and weak and shutting down the hatemongers. I guess someone noticed and added me as a friend because they liked what I had to say. He posted on my wall saying hello and how much he liked what I had said and relating to some of my “interests” as expressed in my profile. I was really pressed for time and had to get out of the house for an appointment. I had every intention of going back and starting a conversation with this guy but I just haven’t been able to bring myself to even write a post here, much less converse with a kind stranger. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.

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November 18, 2011 at 11:12 am

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In the shallow end

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I HATE sports. Let me put that another way, I hate watching sports on T.V. I don’t follow sports. I can’t name one player. I can’t quote one statistic. That evidently makes me unique among the male species. Don’t get me wrong, I played football from the age that I was old enough to play peewee ball, up through my sophomore year of high school. There was something therapeutic about it for me. Or maybe it was just a release of all my aggression I had pent up as a result of being a child of abuse. I was actually quite good at it. I was a star, a leader. It kept me on a tightrope walking between the people I related to (the outsiders) and the people who respected me for my football playing abilities….whatever. Anyway, so I don’t hate sports intrinsically, I just don’t get the fan-dom and cult following of professional sports. I live in Texas. We have to have the most annoying sports fans anywhere. They treat their sports like their philosophy of life – the world revolves around them – the survival of the fittest – they are the deserving ones.

So under my now deactivated “real” identity, I had to watch as my “friends” watch a damn sports game and then comment on it on facebook…..like they’re yelling at the T.V., except they’re posting it on facebook. I got so I despised how much I would see one of my friends yell BALLGAME!

I attended a wedding recently. Did I say it was in a small town…no? Well it was in a very small Texas town. I’m standing around a group of 30 or so guys. The entirety of the conversation centered around 1. Sports 2. Women 3. Booze

I’m like please get me out of here in my head. This wedding has turned into a bad cliche. I’m not saying there weren’t very nice people there. I just feel like a fish out of water in the middle of such petty conversations. This is the world we live in.

For me to comment on Politics, Philosophy, anger that a guy got shot by police holding a peace sign in one hand, filming with a video camera in the other and the whole time asking the police, “is this ok”….that makes me the grumpy guy. Talking about the vilianization  of school teachers and the direction of public education, that makes me the guy to ignore. Talking about the plight of the poor or the state of the nation or the economy. That makes me the asshole to be shunned.

We can’t talk about anything real in society. We have to stick to the bullshit niceties. I guess that’s why I don’t fit in. I was never allowed to say what I really felt growing up. I was told by my mother that “now, now, we can’t say anything that would hurt anyone’s feelings”. I grew to despise that point of view so greatly that I’ll be damned if you are going to shut me up. I’m not out to offend anyone. I’m not out to hurt anyone’s feelings. But what the hell is wrong with being real? We’ve gotten to this stunted stage of development exactly because we can’t have discussions about anything of substance for fear that someone might get their little feelings hurt. No one will dare say to me….hey, I’ve got a problem with you and here it is. I have no chance to process that kind of feedback and neither do you because it’s never offered. Of course these types of things should always been done in love and compassion….but they should be done.

But I’m stuck in the shallow end….in life and….well I guess not so much on facebook anymore since deactivating my real profile. But how many of us are stuck in the shallow end?

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November 12, 2011 at 7:33 am

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Off the wall

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This is totally unrelated to anything I’ve previously posted, but I can’t help to be amused. It was just brought to my attention that my 4 year old son knows how to unlock my wife’s iphone and he’s able to navigate to any of his favorite apps…..like taking a picture, looking at the weather and exploring maps. He’s 4! Crap….I hardly remember 4! I’m suddenly amazed by the un-tapped potential of my childhood.

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November 11, 2011 at 7:11 pm

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Never the twain shall meet

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It is unbelievably difficult to keep my fakebook account and this blog separate.

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November 11, 2011 at 6:30 pm

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