different blind me

I just finished consulting a web site which deals with low vision products. The guy who runs it has faced that challenge himself. So, he sells and distributes the stuff that helps.

This just freaks me out. I'm not handicapped I want to scream. I'm not gay either with just as much screaming. I'm not .... well .... I dont know what. But, in a way that has formed my approach to life. I run and twist from anything that threatens to get close to me. I want to be alone.

That's interesting. That freaked out thing brings up trapped, smothered mothered and how many years have I been in therapy so far?

U Tub

In the past three days, a social scientist made a point. The scientist claimed that electronic platforms , youtube or facebook, in an attempt to get us to click. The platforms will present the user with more of the same type of content. To ensure continued clicking the platform operator will steer increasingly provocative material. In this way, the user will only reinforce their own prejudices and fantasies, Questions of truth will suffer.

This lament and fear fails to include one factor. So many of the radical groups quarrel with each other over fine points of whatever passes for doctrine. The groups dissipate their power In this way, these groups fashion their own end.

Given this background, we can click away. We should avoid complacency and obsession.

Simper something or other.

C4 H2 O

A fair number of people who should know say that the U S A has too much corn. .   Farmers can’t  sell the stuff.  

Why not take the GMO corn and make ethanol out of it.   

Have you seen what a premium bourbon  goes for?    

Have we exhausted our supply of oaken barrels?

Tap Dance Through The Tulips

For a while now, I have failed to develop intense hostility to tRump.

Why? 

 tRump has tap danced his way through things.  He faked it.   

I, sometimes, feel that I’ve tap danced.   But, I’ve also done a buck & wing. I've also been in a kick line or two.  That's how I started my back troubles. 

Pity, I didn’t have a dad to bail me out.

Homeless II More From The Two Wise Folk

Back in the day --  2007  to  8 --  the real estate fantasy began it’s spectacular crumble.  Banks repossessed homes of people who could not make the mortage payments. 

Soon, many banks found themselves holding large numbers of houses.  Soon public radio reports spoke of foreclosed houses sitting vacant, deteriorating from neglect, and the banks not quite sure of what to do. 

The two wise ones asked yesterday what would have happened if, instead of foreclosing on the mortgage holder the banks would have made arrangements for and renegotiated monthly payments and interest rates.  Banks would have thereby keep houses occupied instead of neglected.

Now why didn’t I think of that at the time.  Who says I didn’t?  I can’t remember.

Aren’t you all proud of me.    I refrained from in inveighing against bankers.  I also did not rant on about the utterly contemptable bourgeois reactionary  nuts who blamed anybody but the banks and their foolishness.

Yeah TawM!

Homeless

Two wise people provoked this.  Often the homeless adapt so well to their circumstances.   These adapted folk frequently resist  a change in their circumstances.   In so doing they free themselves from coping with  the decisions that go with apartments or homes.   

These thoughts occurred.  Men, at least,, get into camping, boys scouts, and even the army.  Especially in the army the systems makes a bunch of descisions for the soldier.  The system also feeds the soldier.  So, doesn’t homelessness resemble however slightly the army. 

In addition, homelessness  resembles the hunting – gathering period humans  went though prior to domesticating animals and developing agriculture.

X Pectations

I once read an ethnography of rural Africa.  It described life among folk who practiced subsistence agriculture.  Among these folk, if one of their's came home having fallen on hard times, the extended family   often the whole community could give the returnee a piece of land to work.  The work could bring in  a few vegetables  or support fowl and eggs.  The family / community had enough flexibility that they could absorb a person in need.

In our urban sophisticated environments we prohibit selling two or three cigarettes lest taxa go unpaid. Begging on the streets upsets citizens expectations.  The list goes on.

A regiment of activists -- self - appointed and otherwise -- trip over themselves and the well intention ed  to shout at us that we lack heart, authenticity,  or compassion because we do not take up their sure fire solution to the problems of the homelss.

And, always we hear the chant so earnestly mumbled
   
     Hey Hey
     Ho Ho
     This and that
     Has got to go.

All of this will trail off into cul de sacs of self pitying  recriminations against the system and or the man.

And, Now, I the ultimate self pitying, self-aggrandizing, meretricious,  all time huckster  proclaim the following.

Fitting uncle Clyde into a small plot of land in the back forty -- provided that he will work ---  or the barn, or shack or whatever out building we might have in Bohunkus Bummphuque  is one thing.  Here in our most ordinary, unloved,  unnecessary places on earth job descriptions have loose boundaries.   All you have to do is refrain from drunkenness while the women remain awake.  Say no evil thing.  And, eat whatever we put before you.

In urban settings, however,  one often must read at an eigth grade lever or higher.   Skill sets must have clear definnitions including editions, versions, and dates.   Certificates, licenses, and identifications must all bear recent dates and staps.   All this being extant, we will let you in line to job hgunt.  

In short, the urban setting these days requires high levels of precision.  And most folk feel justified in these requirements.

So, I wonder if many of the homeless SIMPLY don't    fit into newer smaller tighter more brittle slots.