When you are alone…

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When you are alone there is nothing more satisfying than to find someone to be alone with.

Personal Security

Personal security is something everyone must be concerned about. The world HAS become a dangerous place. Actually, the world has always been dangerous. Some predator animals have and will always look at us as a meal. Fire and firearms have offered humans some protection during our history. Humans have been hurting other humans probably since we learned we could. It is looking as if that will never change. Today we must be very aware of our surroundings when shopping, entering our work/school and homes. They are always looking for the opportunity to take (our kids and valuables), rape, kill or a whole list of other horrible inhuman deeds. The war on drugs has given black market a broad base to excel in crime. Our leaders in the world are each day giving criminals more power and rights as they take away the rights of law abiding citizens. The Internet has made the world like a small village. The World Wide Web is a place where we hang out. Criminals hang out here too.

As of the time and date of this post there are 250,681,017 malicious websites online. Each one is crafted in some way to take, steal or hurt users and computers. This list grows each hour. There are more than 114,120,414 security threats too. These include but are not limited to virus, worms, bots, traps, algorithms and other programs designed to once again steal or control. I recently came across a WordPress Gravatar profile that had a malicious website listed as the link.

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I wrote about this before and posted it on my former Facebook. This is something my ex-girlfriend and I completely agreed upon;

When you are adding friends on Facebook would you want this person to come to your house? Would you let them in your home? Would you let them around your kids?

If you answered NO to any of these questions why would you let this person see any personal information about you? Would you expose your friends to this person?

People fail to realize that when you post something on the Internet even though it may SEEM private it really never is. Because a friend of a friend of a…. you get the point right? Also these social media places own anything you post and can sell/share it to companies. You agree to this when you accept the terms of use.

Think about this.

You (not really you, an example) post photos of your kid(s), where they go to school, where you eat-out at or shop. Where you work, go to school or pictures of your home/car. You post photos or describe places nearby you frequent. Even pics of the night sky give geographical information. Are you thinking yet? The lion lays in wait, no matter how long it takes to get his prey. Human predators sometimes will take months or even years to get a victim. We MUST be careful in everything we do on-line.  Everything you publically share is a clue for that evil person to located you, a loved one or even a friend.

I recently learned this.

A few months ago I received an e-mail from a former colleague who worked in a call center I set-up in the Philippians. She  was telling me she saw my profile on a popular internet dating website and asked if I was available. HUH? I never, not ever have been on ANY Internet dating site. I actually do not see the point in a long distance relationship. Even one that is 100 miles away is difficult. Why would I want to date someone hundreds, thousands or halfway around the world? Seeing each other would be few and far between. Okay my point may be wrong on this reasoning. But that is not my point concerning security on-line. She gave me the link to this “profile of me.” It was my photo from the former Facebook page. It contained enough personal information about me, age, city, MORE PICTURES from the web and things I have posted here on WordPress like quotes and a general “feeling” of the things I write. It took me 7 weeks to gain control of “MY PROFILE” that was found out by the dating site to probably have been set-up by someone in Nigeria or what they told me. They kept a record of the IP Address used when profiles are created and it was not one from the USA. There were over 2,500 letters in there from unsuspecting women who had written to “Me” who was not me. That is scary! What this person or persons had hoped to accomplish by creating a fake profile is beyond me. But I am sure it was for some evil purpose. Be careful ladies. You never know the predator that is behind the profile until it could be to late.

Today a phone call came to my cell phone. This call is what prompted me to write this post. It was from NYC – Bronx area. The caller had some of the worst English imaginable, could hardly understand the guy.
Now this is me, someone who has talked with people from all over the world and this guy was broken. As best as I could understand he was offering me a job. Said he found my “Resume'” on Monster or CareerBuilder. (I don’t have one on either) but explained he didn’t know which. He knew my name. My cell is not listed and I only share it with a select few. Though I did use the number on that damn Facebook app a few years back and Twitter. You can only use Instagram on Mobile (because they have no access by PC) so I am thinking maybe one of those.

PLEASE EVERYONE BE SAFE! Be aware and protect yourself, your family and friends.

Unique Is How

Unique is how
When they belittle you
You are their best friend

True love ❤
Is when they hate you
You love them

But one day
In the empty forest
You heard a twig snap

And at once
The entire forest was
Ripped into the sky

The stars of hate
Burned the roots
Of your creativity

Imagine how
The moon cried
As the rain turned to sorrow 💔

Mud filling the cracks
In natures heart ❤
Only broken for another

Where do we start
The beginning we know
Middle ground has grown

When does it end
Each door has four locks
Windows are bars

Loud sounds cause fear
Can’t let someone near
Lend me your ear

Nobody listening
Everybody talking
Scrambled eggs and brain

The ants devour picnic
Bees stealing honey
Thief offers money

And you take a breath
Feeling your breast
Heart still beating

You live
Life is better
Blogging together


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Our Tesseract

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A loving and meaningful relationship requires we look inside the box just as much as looking within it. When looking inside the box, we see a Tesseract. In this fashion, one can obtain pictures that no longer reflect the spatial relationships within the Tesseract. Moreover, a couple discovers truth is seen outside the box too. A meaningful relationship has many sides, many boxes.  Relationships require understanding. In this understanding each can see the multifaceted relationship between the two.


 

The universe is ever moving, and you cannot plan the future from past experience.

 

 

Keys to Happy

Do not do anything in the daytime that will keep you awake at night.

(It has everything to do with honesty and doing what is right in the relationship)

The Indestructable Spaz

   It was the fall of 2005. I was sitting in a tree stand, near my home, that we had build beside a creek. This was a watershed area in the north-east corner of Richland County near Lake Wateree. With camera in hand I hoped to photograph the Ivory Billed Woodpecker. I had seen the pair a few weeks earlier in my backyard. The “yard” was a three acre area behind my home  I had cleared of underbrush all the way to the creek line. It was what we called the park. Throughout the property I had blazed many trails that meandered through the woods of this 3,000 acre tract. The main trail started not far from the back deck and made its way down toward the swamp to what we called the island. I built a log bridge to the island, and there I had bench, covered over with some camo-net so one could sit and observe the wildlife that followed the creek. We had seen deer, turkey, Russian boar, Carolina cougar and bear. Birds of every kind for the area were usually hanging out too. Naturally the snakes, amphibians and turtles also hung out nearby. From the island I built a longer natural log bridge over the creek, and from there the trail followed the creek north to the upper forty acres. It was there, near the end of blazed trail the tree stand stood.

The Ivory Billed Woodpecker was so rare it was thought to be extinct. I remember seeing them when I was a kid in the Congaree Swamp (Congaree National Park now). I was a country boy back then and us boys would ride our bicycles with fishing pole tied to handlebars to the Congaree National Monument and fish the Bow Lake and creeks.

So one day I see this pair of woodpeckers checking out a hole high in a dead tree in the “park” behind my home. I took my binoculars out and could see clearly they were the rare Ivory Billed Woodpecker. I called the DNR and reported the sighting, and the guy on the phone, after I told him where I lived told me that was impossible, they don’t live that far from the swamp where they had been seen last. I insisted with him I had in fact seen these birds, and know what they looked like. He told me to take some pictures and send it to the DNR, hanging up the phone on me. Okay, no problem. I had seen these birds a couple more times after that but was not able to get good photos. They visited the hollow tree each time but never stayed long enough. But I did notice each time they flew in from the area where the tree stand was. So this is what brings me to why I was in the stand. But this is not what my story here is really about. It is about The Indestructible Spaz.

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I was sitting in the tree stand one evening with my camera. I had sat here for many days before. I heard something running along the trail behind me. I thought it was probably a deer or hog from the sound on the leaves. I had walked this trail to the stand. As it got closer I could see it was a white dog, nose to the ground running quickly toward me. It ran straight up to the tree stand, looked up the ladder at me, wagging it tail and sat down at the base of the ladder. The dog was what looked like a pit bull, pure white, pink eyes and blue tongue. And it just sat there. I thought it would leave and go off trailing whatever it was looking for. But it just sat there. Then it laid down and the bottom of the tree, looking up at me every now and then. It was going to be dark soon and I kept thinking the dog would leave. But it did not. I actually begin to worry. Maybe it was waiting for me to come down so it could bite me, or rip me apart as I heard some of this breed does to people. I had my sidearm on me and when I could wait no longer I pulled it out of the holster and took the safety off. I hoped I would not have to shot the dog, but if it was me or him I would not hesitate. As soon as I started to climb down he jumped up and with excitement spun around in a spastic way then sat down, tail wagging the whole time. I had the weapon trained on his head as I reached the ground. He laid down and rolled over with his belly up. I reached down, rubbed his tummy a few times and suddenly he jumped up and flew off down the trail the way he came. I thought… do you mean you laid down here for all these hours waiting just so someone would rub your tummy? I guess he did.

I was a little leery walking down the trail back home. But the dog was not laying in wait to ambush me. When I got back to the house that dog was laying on the back deck against the door. He heard me and jumped up, dancing all about in a rather spastic way. Tail going 100 miles an hour acting like we where best friends. I petted him a bit, he did not seem at all aggressive or in any way like he would bite anyone. It was a hot day so I went inside and got a pan of water for him. He was happy to get it! I went inside, thinking he probably would go home soon. The next morning he was laying on the front porch. The kids decided to feed him. He loved kids and was eager to play ball and hung out with them all day. We decided to take a few photos of him and place some signs in the area hoping someone had missed him. After several weeks nobody came forward. I took him to the local vet to see if they might know who he belonged to. The Vet looked him over and said he had a chip in him and used some device to read it. He got the owner info and said he would notify him about his dog. We left him there. A couple days later the vet called me and said the man did not want his dog. The owner had told the vet he could put him down because the dog wouldn’t hunt. The vet told me that he would rather see the dog go to a good home instead of putting him to sleep if I wanted him. He seemed like a good dog so I went and picked him up. The vet told me that man had paid $12,000 for the dog! He was a pure breed that was made for coon hunting but after spending a sum on training he said the dog was to spastic and high strung and would not hunt raccoons. The man told the vet he had taken the dog to the country and put him out thinking the dog could live as a stray. He even said he thought about shooting him once he got him out in the country.

This dog was as high strung as anything I had ever seen. He would jump about three or four feet into the air, dance around in circles, run around here and there every time anyone would offer to play ball with him. The kids named him Spaz, short for spastic. Spaz was one of a kind. He was the boldest dang dog in history. He was tougher than a Mack truck too. Spaz could not seem to stay off the highway. He waited for the bus to bring the kids home everyday. He know the time when it would arrive. Spaz got hit by cars flying down the old country road in front of our house 5 times. Each time there was not a scratch on him. The vet told me he had never seen a dog so indestructible. Once my son and I were working out in front of the property and Spaz was across the road “hunting” in the field. He caught something and raced back toward the house. At the same time a car was coming by at 60 mph or so and hit Spaz. We both seen it happen. The dog was knocked into the air and sent flying out into the field. He just laid there.  We figured he was surly dead… this time. We went behind the house to get a couple shovels so we could bury Spaz. While we were in the shed getting the tools I heard something behind me. It was Spaz, jumping all around like he normally does! We loaded him into the pick-up truck and drove him to the vet. One thing Spaz loved was riding in the truck. He would stand with his front feet on the side of the bed. His bull-dog lips flapping in the wind, he looked funny but you could tell he was in heaven. The vet examined him, took x-rays and determined the dog had no broken bones and only a little fur was knocked off where tail meets hip. It was hard to believe.

The following summer Spaz decided he liked to play with Rattle Snakes. One evening I could hear a Rattler, like on my back porch! It was not uncommon for snakes to be nearby. But usually the Rattle Snakes never came close to the house. In 15 years only one was to close for comfort. It was a 9 foot 8 inch Eastern Diamondback Rattle Snake coiled up under the trellis of the grape vines. I looked out the sliding glass door and Spaz had brought one about three foot long up on the deck. He had the snake in his mouth, and would put it down and lay near it. Every time the snake would try and slither off Spaz would pick it up and move it back on the porch. I tried to get the dog to come inside but he was not going to leave the snake and tried to bring it in the house with him. I finally had to get the dog by his collar and make him come inside. I caught the Rattler and carried it out across the creek and released it into the woods. That dog went fool when I let him back out later trying to find the snake.

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Another time we were working in the garden. I heard a Rattler bust off just on the other side of the creek. I looked that way and sure as hell Spaz was over there. I went over and tried to get the dog away from the snake. Spaz was not having any part of leaving his buddy. He picked the snake up in his mouth and ran further into the woods. I followed him and he put the snake down. It was interesting watching the snake follow the dogs head as Spaz sniffed the snakes body. I know rattlers only bite as a last resort, because it takes a while for them to make venom. This (for the snake) could make the difference in getting a meal, so they normally don’t strike unless provoked. But this was that one day that Spaz must have bit down too hard. As I went to grab him by the collar he jumped down and grabbed the snake, so he could flee from me. The little snake bit him on the face. Spaz let go of the critter and took off yelping toward the house. When I got to him I could see the snake had popped him good, both fangs in his cheek. I took him to the vet and the vet did what he could. By the next day his head was swollen up the size of a rural mailbox. He was sick for a little over a week. But in the life of the indestructible Spaz he recovered. He never messed with another snake after that. At least as far as I know.

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Once day Spaz disappeared. We never found him or any remains of him. But he will always be remembered as;

Spaz – The Indestructible Dog.

 

A Best Friend

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I would rather have you as my best friend for eternity than to have more and lose you forever.

Hello Spring

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   The wind was blowing today with ferocity as warm air moved up from the south. The new year will soon arrive in mid-March as nature grows anew. Old Man 👴Winter trying to resist The Queen of Spring brought forth dangerous winds. When arriving home I discovered the power was out. The power had been interrupted three times today according to a neighbor up the hill. It rained cats, dogs and few sheep I think, from the downpours that came and went all day. I decided I would break the grill out and cook something over a fire for dinner. While I waited for the charcoal embers to burn into lovely ash, I walked about the property a bit. Along the fence line Yellow Jasmine where in bloom. I noticed leaves where emerging from hardwood trees. A Carolina Wren couple flew here and there looking for the perfect spot to build a nest. The male bird gladly follow his mate, carrying in his tiny beak some building materials. She finally decided on a place Mr. Woodpecker had carved out near the porch. Some insects crawled while others flew. In South Carolina we look for the Robins arrival, not some groundhog as the true indicator of spring. For some odd reason long ago someone decided the dead of winter was the new year. It does fall sometime after the shortest day on earth. Nevertheless, nature shows us the true new year. I will soon be spending more time outdoors. I love being close to the world that brings so much beauty into my life.


This Blog had a birthday. According to Automattic we are three today. Imagine that!

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The Female Makes All The Rules

I recently read a blog about female narcissist. I wish I could remember who wrote it so I could link and give credit. I never knew a women could be one. I thought that only men were the ones with this disorder. I believe I am a very smart person. Still I have to admit I just never knew a woman could be a narcissist. I have read many blogs, written by women, who write about the narcissist husband or boyfriend. Perhaps this is why I never gave any thought on what defines one. After reading the blog about narcissism females, all the signs, everything they do, I decided to research this further. I was surprised to learn that narcissistic personality disorder is not gender specific. That actually shocked me when I put two and two together to discover I was in a long term relationship with one. First and foremost I do not intend on going into details. I believe a relationship is private between two people, no matter how horrible it was for me.

 

This lead me to remember some things from the past. I recall a friend. My friend was a very attractive woman. We were buddies and knew each other since kindergarten. One day she was telling me about maybe she had an asshole magnet in her pocket. I looked and there was no such device. She went on to say every guy she dated or was interested in turned out to be an asshole. I told her maybe it has a lot to do with where she is finding these men. She went to bars and drank alcohol. This was the source of her dating and I am not saying just because people go to bars and drink makes them bad. I was only telling her maybe to try looking for guys who go to other places may yield a better choice.

 

Seems I too may be looking in the wrong place. I do not go to bars and drinking is a very, very rare thing for me. I looked in my pocket and there is not a device that attracts narcissistic females. Though I think I may have attracted a couple.

 

Back in the collage days, I was one of the lucky few who had a job that paid more then 5 times the minimum wage. I lived in a upper class one bedroom apartment. I attended 3 classes before work, worked 8 hours M-F and sometimes a half day on Saturday. I had enough money to live a  comfortable lifestyle. I even partied a little back then. I had a friend who lived in the same complex. We met one day when she was having some car trouble. We went to the same university so I gave her a ride that day. On the way to school I gave her a key to one of my other cars so she could make it to work that night. I did repair her car that week-end, and we hung out a good bit after that.

 

One day the management company left a letter in all our boxes. They were raising the rent from $95 a month to $125. Now that did not bother me financially, but for a collage girl working a part time job at minimum wage that was tough. That week-end my friend and I were hanging out at the pool, with our apartment manager. He was a pretty cool old guy. She was telling him about how she may have to move because she could not get more hours at work, to pay the rent increase. He started telling her that he did have a two bedroom that was opening at the end of the month. The rent was $145 and if she could find a roommate he would transfer her lease. She asked me, hey what about you, you want to be roommates? Now,  I had already met my lease and was on a month to month bases. I thought about it few seconds, she did keep a clean place, didn’t drink beer and was an accounting major. I could add an additional $300 a year to my savings account, and she was a girl. Sounds good to me. I told her. So next month we were roomies.

 

That was perhaps my first experience at being controlled. Not in a really bad way, but financially. It did not take very long before she said I had too many cars, to much credit debt, too much money in savings and not enough invested in stocks and other risk. Lets not forget my roommate was an accounting major! I learned it was easier to live with her if I just listened. One thing I believe I learned early on, you can never read a woman’s mind. She is always right. And she is ready when she says she is ready. I was into a lot of things. I built race cars and engines. Raced moto-cross and had a sponsorship. Toured in the martial arts circuit,  played tennis and competed in a few world cups. I was an amateur radio operator (HAM) and was in the cutting edge of technology. One day a fellow HAM who worked for IBM gave me a computer. He was telling me this was the state of the art machine. And one day everyone, every business will use computers… they will change the world!

 

Now mind you, I was still waiting for that Dick Tracy watch to come out. At that time PONG was the video game and cell phones where the size of a brick, more of a radio than a phone. What my friend wanted me to do with this computer was to figure out how we could send Morse code by typing it out on the keyboard. We had read about how some HAM’s where experimenting with this. So this is how I got started in computing.

 

One thing about these first computers was it took five 5 1/2 floppy disk to boot them. You turned the machine on, inserted disk one, waited for a while and it said on the black and white screen insert boot disk two. You went through this process until all five disk were loaded and like magic a blinking curser came up on the screen as C:\_  If you wanted to save something you had to insert a blank 5 1/2 disk that held a whopping 1.2MB and save. There was a gigantic 512KB processor, 8MB of memory and no hard disk drive. By todays standards your washer has more computing power. A couple months later I learned I could buy what was known as a HARD DISK DRIVE that plugged into the serial port on the computer. It would allow me to turn on the drive, turn on the computer and it would boot up without using all those floppy disk. It held a tremendous 10 MB ! and cost $1000.
I could afford that. So I bought one.

 

Now roommate liked the computer. She was learning how to write stuff with it. She started taking a COBOL class and was experimenting with some accounting stuff. We halved the bills and each did their part in the apartment. There was no romantic involvement with us, we had a good friendship… until I came home one Saturday with that damn $1000 Hard Drive. She hit the roof! Threw a can of soup at me. Kicked a few things around the apartment called me every foul word I never knew existed in her sweet vocabulary. She was all of five feet six inches and weighed in at most 120 lbs. wet. But in those minutes she was larger then the Hulk. She told me I was to take that thing back and get a refund. There is no way you are going to spend that much money. I looked at my hand… Nope, no wedding ring. Looked at hers, nope, no wedding ring. I told her no way. Its my money I can spend it on whatever I want. Okay she said you will regret that. For the next few months she made good on her word. Silent treatment. Leaving stuff laying all over the place. Ignoring me when I talked with her. Eye rolling, the works.

 

One day my friend came by. He asked me if I would be interested in selling the hard drive. I told him I don’t know, I had all the boot disk on it and a few programs I was working on to get the keyboard to talk with the radio. He said I’ll give you $1,250 for it if you let me have all the data on it too. I could not turn that down, and I could buy an 84MB hard disk drive for that price. Sure, so I sold it to him. Roommate and I were “married” again after he left, when she saw him carry out the drive and the check in my hand for $1,250. All of the sudden we were best friends again as if nothing had ever happened. Funny right?

 

Moral of the story; I Found The Rules
THE RULES
1.The female always makes the rules.
2.The rules are always subject to change at any time without prior notice.
3.No male can possibly know all the rules.
4.If the female suspects the male knows all the rules she must immediately change all or some of the rules.
5.The female is never wrong.
6.If the female is wrong it is due to misunderstanding which was a direct result of something the male did.
7.If rule 6 applies, the male must apologize.
8.The female may change her mind at any time.
9.The male must never change his mind.
10.The female has every right to be angry or upset at any time.
11.The male must remain calm at all times, unless the female wants him to be angry or upset.
12.The female must under no circumstances let the male know whether or not she wants him to be angry or upset.
13.The male is expected to mind read at all times.
14.The male who doesn’t abide by the rules, can’t take the heat, lacks backbone and is a wimp.
15.Any attempts to document the rules could result in bodily harm.
16.If the female has PMS all the rules are null and void.
17.The female is ready when she is ready.
18.The male must be ready at all times.

 

Need I say I never bought that 84MB Hard Drive? Also, my roommate was never anything like the one for certain narcissistic girlfriend. And the other friend I am sure was looking for love in the wrong place. I like peace. I like conversation. I avoid chaos. Maybe that is some of the reasons why I put up with that narcissist. I think it may be harder for a guy to see a female who is narcissist. I believe men are more prone to violent behavior. And I can say
I was never hit or was violence even an issue. But violence is only one of the things this disorder exhibits. Emotional, mental and blame-game abuse are just as hurtful. Still I know my heart is not broken. It is only inaccessible to that person.

 

Some Pictures of old software.

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There Was A Time

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There Was A Time

There was time when I dreamed
that was last night
There was I time when I hoped
that was today
There was a time I was in love
that was two years ago
There was a time when I cried
that was last year
There was a time when I wished
that was last week
There was a time when I hurt
that was a month ago
There was a time when I worked
that was always
There was a time when I was lonely
that was recently
There was a time when I wanted
that was now
There was a time when I found you
that was when you find me

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Photos and poetry copyright © 1998 and beyond Wade Lancaster

Home Is Where My Heart’s At

   I had to go out of town for a few days. Sometimes the corporate needs an immediate resolution to a problem. It took longer than I had anticipated. But I am once again home. Home is where my heart is. There is nothing better, for me, then to cook in my own kitchen. Eat from my own table, and sleep in my own bed. For years I traveled. Some years I only saw my home for 20 days. And even though I am single and have nobody to come home to there is nothing better than home.

I never hated the road. But you only hate the road when you are missing home. I missed WordPress. Not being able to follow and read all the interesting things everyone posted once again puts me behind. Still I hope to catch-up and keep up to speed again today.

Moving forward. Being in a big city, in the downtown of activity I remembered something from my days on the road…

Citidiots / Noun / Urban dwellers or commuters who drive like idiots. {a combined form of city and idiots}

I wonder why people drive automobiles, SUV’s mostly, in a way that puts other people at risk. How someone causes accidents, running other drivers off the road, weaving in and out of traffic and generally using the car as a weapon. How can texting, reading a book, a newspaper, laptop or tablet on the steering wheel be more important than being completely focused on safe driving. Some people are idiots! I could go on with the other things people do while at the wheel. Nevertheless, that two and a half ton SUV is a weapon and when you kill or hurt someone because of your ignorance I hope you rot in prison.

Since I am on a roll here, yes I am ranting, let me write about commercials. Since I was locked in a hotel after business hours I watched TV. There were some very disturbing commercials, probably written by citidiots.

Now lets face it, these people who are in control of media dictate what you get to see. They use music founded in violence, beating women and killing cops, stealing grand mom’s life savings to buy drugs and promote a lifestyle that is focused on eroticizing your kids. Sex sells every product. Athletes who beat women down in public places (behind closed doors too),  pedophiles, drunks and corporate criminals are made out to be some kind of heroes. There are so many TV shows and movies that say if you are not “this” you are nothing. How sad.

  • There is a wallet that is sexy. If you buy this wallet it will protect your credit cards, hold more than any other wallet ever made since time begin, and oh, it’s sexy. Really?
  • A Toyota Prius commercial features bank robbers. The robbers car is being towed as they leave the bank they just robbed. They STEAL a Prius, and use it as a getaway car. And because this Toyota can go so far, because it is a hybrid, the cops run out of gas and for days seemingly can not catch the criminals. Really?
  • A woman is talking to her phone. She explains to the “SMART” phone about how good her boy is. How smart he is. How much creativity he has, but his mind wanders. Some school official probably told her the kid needs drugs to be focused. The phone keeps telling her dumb responses to every question. Eventually she tells phone “why don’t you understand me?” The phone replies “I do, I am just trying to make you feel like an idiot because that is how you make you son feel.” Really?

This is only a few of the STUPID commercials I saw on TV.

The media only wants us to see what they believe we need. I am glad I have a mind of my own to decide what I need, what I want, what I believe. Sure I have a sociological imprint. We all do. But I never let it eroticize me, dictate who I am or what I must buy to fit in. Choice. We all have to choose.