Tag Archive: Psychology


Well, that’s it.  I don’t have any motivation, but what I do have is; spare time, computer space, little boredom, little anger, little confusion.  Now, what you have is me, writing my musings and some of your time wasted and (hopefully) some of your computer space wasted, have slightly less boredom, slightly more anger, and more confusion.

How is all this possible?  Simple, I just read the last ten entries of the Dirty Hippy on my blog-roll.

I can’t seem to understand what this nonsensical-moronic-miscreant is thinking.  In the ten aforementioned intellectually aborted abominations upon the world there is no coherent post or message.  If this boorish bestial blogger began to claw together comprehensible reason instead of reprehensible and nonsensical diatribes, someone might begin to take her seriously- and that could be dangerous to the small-minded, intoxicated, inebriated, inane, and insane alike (lucky for us most people do not fit into any of those categories for the vast majority of our time on Earth [but which one/ones does she?]).

If you don’t feel like reading the imbecilic drivel for yourself, allow me the honor of giving you the synopsis in chronological order, starting with the earliest.

In the earliest post, the freakish flower-child blogged about “Municipal Software Billing”.  In no point of this randomly meandering musing does the stolidly motivated story-weaver mention anything remotely related to Software, computers, hardware, ect.  She apparently pulled this title from the same place she pulls most of her facts: straight out of her ass.  (I know, how can you pull something as big as her crap out of an ass?  Easy- hippies only eat granola, twigs, and leaves which are full of fiber!)  <—on this note— we have tried feeding her granola and twigs, but she never leaves.

Fiber gives us a few minutes of peace from this nimrod.

What this dippy hippie does manage to eek out from betwixt her cheeks is that our township clerk, (who has managed nearly every aspect of this town for years and has proven herself to be a bright, intelligent, kind, industrious, multi-abilities woman whom we are proud and glad to have not only as our clerk, but friend and family member for many in our small town,) had dared to make a mistake.  That’s right.  This numb-skulled ne’er-do-well dedicated a blog to a clerical error made by a clerk.  But wait folks, this might get better– not only does she make accusations of a clerk making a clerical error (which may be just a misunderstanding caused by the THC inhibited brain function of Amelia and not an error at all,) but she states that she should have been fired years ago for not being perfect.  Yeah.

Off to the next detestation of the blogging world… it is either a bad plug for a libtard professor of nothing or a worse poem.  I honestly don’t know which.  It appears that she is trying to tell us that the government needs to legislate or fund humanity as defined not as a grouping of people but of non-religious and non-governmental set of values not beholden to nor created by people.  Please feel free to explain that to me.

Next on the list (moving along, aren’t we?)- a blog with less focus then a fruit-fly on PCP and LSD.  I’m not sure what this blog was NOT about.  For what seems like an eternity of Dante’s 5th level the maniacal moronic blogger meaninglessly meanders from hate groups/speech to the Wisconsin protesters AND CAN’T SEEM TO FIND ANY RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN THE SUBJECT MATTERS.  I would normally ask if the writer is blind or stupid, but I am afraid we already know the answer to that question.  Better though, is her jumping thoughts (or lack thereof.)  She goes, sans segues and logic, from hate groups/speech to the grossly unnecessary and overly funded conservation committee to widely discredited and disproven  “hinky” (to quote the Bambi bimbo) science of global warming that she desperately and mindlessly clings to like a drowning Pelosi lover clinging to the rowboat in the desert.   She even goes as far as to quote a “scientific study” Al Gore himself said was glaringly alarmist and untruthful.  After that branch of the irreverent river is explored she jumps again to budgets, then to the United States Postal Service, then communing with nature- all in two short, pointless, thoughtless sentences.

 

And reading one of her sentences is like getting the death sentence

And reading one of her sentences is like getting the death sentence

 

The next entry is another jumbled mess, in the interest of time let’s just say, she starts with the Eurythmics and ends with a diatribe against Fox News in less than a half page.  (In an unrelated story, methamphetamine use has grown exponentially in our area.) ‘Nuff said.

Still moving right along- she posts something short.  She speaks about how wonderful farmers are (please remember this) and how much they struggle to survive, quickly followed by a poem dictated by a self-proclaimed wobbly (the people who claimed to be anarchists, but were really union communist activists and terrorists.)

NEXT!

Remember that stuff in bold you just read?  If not, you may be Amelia, so please reacquaint yourself with it (in an unrelated story Marijuana usage is shown to cause memory loss.)

She posts a link attempting to show how evil the republicans in Wisconsin are.  What damning information is found in this link?  Some republicans in a state where farming and agriculture make-up a sizable portion of their economy are also… wait for it… wait for it… farmers.  That’s right!  Those people whom she just cried beside, seemingly upset by their woes and then continues about how the government needs to be more involved in our financial/business lives is proving the evil that lurks in republicans because not only do they farm- they accept farm subsidies from the federal government because they stopped growing certain crops and began growing others as asked to do by the federal government.  For shame!  How dare they do what is (presumably) best for this nation by sacrificing their financial solvency than accept remuneration for their suffering!  Damn them all to hell!

Are you following any of this?

 

Logic

This is much easier to follow and understand!

 

The next post she does is rather lengthy, and I invite you to read it yourself.  Despite the horribly faulted title of “Whose pulling one over on who” (please, someone get her a dictionary and book on style/grammar because that is way too many mistakes in a six-word title) it follows a twisted kind of logic and is worth the read for laughs alone.  Pay special attention to the paragraphs “But it turns out” to the end of “I say ‘wow'”.  I’ll wait…  There.  Did you catch that?  Aside from some non-linear suppositions and conclusions there are some serious flaws in her pseudo-intellectual bravado here.  First off- there is an agenda published before all of the meetings and even mentions them in three separate blogs and complains about the timeliness of their release and how they waste paper.  Finally- no, it is never acceptable to tape a private session meeting.  Remember they legally couldn’t speak in front of you and had to speak in PRIVATE SESSION, so it follows therefore that you can’t be taping it either.  Dumb-ass.  Furthermore, you should realize that if there is a lack of trust between you and the local government it is caused by your vicious and unfounded attacks on them and their families you spiteful harpie, it is not manifested out of thin air (assuming it exists, because I would assume they were being helpful in not wanting you to forget your laptop.)

Third to last, we come to her newer post.  Again, the coke whore styled ramblings range from a recent court ruling regarding clean energy to paranoid delusions of persecution (most likely enhanced by megalomania) of herself by unnamed “officials”, to praise she claims was offered to her that cannot be verified or read (megalomania), to earthquakes and tsunamis, to a statistical comparison of townships, (although  I don’t know how much credence to give to any statistician who can’t spell “median.”)

 

Please re-read my "Is there a doctor in the house" post for more information

Are you beginning to see the extent of her seemingly drug-crazed delusions and psychosis?  Can you feel the paranoia, the demented and deranged schizophrenia seeping through her thoughts into our realm?  Creepy, huh?

 

That brings us to her next to most recent.  A thankfully short post.  Quick and to the pointless- never the less she had taken it upon herself to dictate to the world that- if you run for office, you are no longer allowed to have or express opinions, you may only have and express the opinions she tells you to have.  I’m not joking- read it if you doubt me.

And finally…. drum roll please, the final abomination of thought- her latest blog entitled, “Required to set aside OUR DIFFERENCES” (psychotic emphasis, hers.)  I have no idea what the hell this is.  I am stumped.  She speaks in third person for a while, and then starts quoting random (law?) like a zealot on angel dust would quote the scripture.  No apparent reason.

I’m not sure, but it might just be a cry for help- and this is my cry- please help me figure out what the hell is going on.

Check-out the insanity for yourself here or look for the her on my blog roll.

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Millions of people have made the analogy between chess and warfare, but few take it seriously.  One man, Kennith Jackson, took it to an extreme.  He was a paranoid and a murderer, but more specifically and to the point he was a chess player who took Master Sun Tzu’s Art of War as a chess player’s guidebook.

For more information on Kennith Jackson’s drug use, psychological disorders, and crimes please read Whipers: The Voices of Paranoia by Dr. Ronald K. Siegel. (It’s a great read!)

As a certified maniac and convicted killer, Mr. Jackson made a lot of nonsense and a lot of sense.   His style of chess play was unmatched in many arenas.  A cursory read of Master Sun’s great work can teach us much about life and how we can live it, and he is also a great springboard- this blog is about the combination of life, war, and chess sans the cocaine delusions.

When playing chess, or watching a game, it is widely agreed that when a player lays down his king, he is resigning- or saying they know that they have been bested.  Also, in many courts, one might see a player pick-up and remove their king from the board, as if to say, “I do not agree with the parameters of this match, and while not admitting defeat, I refuse to play you any longer.”

It is normally seen when the opposing player does not follow the ascribed rules or talks a little too much “smack” at the table, but not to the extent of disqualification.  It may seem silly, or even childish to go “I don’t like you and I don’t wanna play wif you anymore!”  What? Are you waiting for more?  That’s it, no more, no buts.

Smaller children, and smaller minded adults, may go to a further extreme.  Instead of taking their king off the board if they feel cheated or upset may swipe their hands across the whole board knocking down all the pieces, but this could be explained away by stating they were literally trying to wipe the board clean to start again, fresh.

Finally, there are other psychotic delusional people like Mr. Jackson.  They might kill you, or to a much lesser (although equally psychotic) extent do something else unheard of.  One person did.  One fellow blog writer took the opponent’s king off the board.  Picked-off all the opposing pieces off the board, then obstructed the seat so no one else could play, and then (here’s the wacky part,) continued playing the game by herself.

As much as anyone does not like opposition, as much as someone does not like losing, as much as someone does not like to admit that they do not possess the skills, ability, knowledge to come-out on top, as much as someone does not like to admit that the truth, the facts, reality, ect. are not on their side, as much as anyone can hate those things, they are a fact of life and a fact of war and a fact of chess.

Sometimes we all lose.  Sometimes we are outmatched, outwitted, outplayed, or out of luck.  As functioning adults we accept it, learn from it, grow from it.  What we don’t do is clear off only the opposite side of the table and continue to play as if nothing happened, as if there was still a game to play.

When a personal, romantic relationship goes awry sometimes they dump the party (or get dumped) and go on to the next game (tip their king, resign.)

When a personal, romantic relationship goes awry sometimes they feel so cheated they dump the party (or get dumped) and remove themselves from the dating pool and watch “LifeTime Movie Network” (take their king off the board.)

Occasionally, a person will rid themselves of everything to do with their formal flame (while occasionally applying a flame to do so!) Then after some BB&J (Beer, Ben & Jerry’s) go off to the next partner (wiping the whole board).

When a personal, romantic relationship goes awry one does not dump their partner, burn all of their objects, memories, ect, and then continues to go on imaginary dates by themselves going “Oh look hunny, this is our favorite place to eat!” to their right arm.  That person is a delusional, dysfunctional, psychotic and any clinical psychologist worth their weight in bedpans will agree.

That, in essence, is what this person is doing.  On one hand she states it is all about dialogue and discourse, comments and compliments, an exchange of ideas and democracy- but then deletes all comments that don’t fit her needs and locks her blog from public opinion, once she realizes public opinion is she’s a moon bat- nuttier then squirrel turds (while continuing to argue with former commenters and bash them and their beliefs to prove her sanity and righteousness!)

Is there a doctor in the house?

Sunday bloody Sunday

Normally, Sunday is a wonderful day for me.  A relaxing day, a day to leave behind the stresses and stupidity of the petulant prior week and its chores.

Just not this Sunday.  To quote the great early 90’s philosopher hair band, Poison, “I went to bed too late and got up too soon.”  When I arose from bed and placed my feet on the floor, I could not seem to find my shoes.  I later found that my dog had slept next to me and must have pushed them from their rightful place and under the bed.

Fine.  Not a great start, but at least I was not hung-over and I knew where I was, and I knew who was next to me, so it was better than Freshman year.

I wearily search, eyes still half-shut – vision blurred and strained, for my coffee cup.  One of my favorite cups, my Rocky & Bullwinkle cup.  No luck.  I settle for my “I got up for this?” latte mug.  I place the sugar in the bottom of my mug, slightly smiling, watching and listening to the sugar slowly pour from my Diner-esque shaker, filling the bottom of the tall latte mug.  Then I hastily fling open the refrigerator door, desperately searching for the light cream.  (I always put the sugar and cream in first, I learned that trick early in life when I purchased my coffee from gas stations without stirrers or spoons.) DAMN!  Where is the cream?  Suddenly my morning mind melds with my evening enigma of what I would do this morning after using the rest of the cream last night.  I know the answer.  Today my coffee will be black and sweet like Night Rider.

Fine.  Not a great start, but at least coffee was already made and the kids were still happy, yet to fight or whine, so it was better than last Monday.

I try to watch the news, but to no avail.  I am hastily reminded that my new fridge is coming today.  Doesn’t seem to horrible right? Wrong.

The doorways leading to my kitchen are too small to fit the fridge, but I know that already.  What I didn’t remember was that to get it in, I would have to bring it in through the back.  Over the snow and ice-covered lawn, over the snow and ice-covered porch and into my house.  Now, I realize that relaxation is not happening this morning- it’s time to scrape and shovel.

Fine, not a great start and I’ll have to do some more chores, but that’s ok because I know I should have taken care of it earlier, you know, before it was 7 inches of ice.  My bad.

Now the fun part:  Remember the psycho blogger from tree-hugging hell?  Yeah, she’s back.  I’m already I little upset, but this wacko wondermutt has really pissed me off now.

She makes these wild accusations about me and my friends, she insults everyone, lies about everyone and then refuses to let them defend themselves.  I had had enough of her stupid fascist crap.

In a second I know what I will do.

She had control of her blog, and she uses that control to stop people from having the opportunity to refute her obnoxious accusations and lies, so the solution is simple– take it off of her blog and out of her control.

Then I started to smile- out of her control, out of control, chaos.  Yeah, chaos.  Hail Eris and thanks for the inspiration.

I will take her own writings, refute them with logic and post them- not just on a blog or some random website- post them in the community.  In the local papers (they are dying for something to fill the white space), on the community bulletin boards outside of the grocery stores, the municipal building, the parks- place it in ad form in the school’s newsletter, the booster club’s programs- bring it to the local cable access (of which the blabber-mouth blogger participates,) to the local radio stations (they are both dying for something to fill the air time.)  In short, a total old-school broadcasting blitz.  I might even break-out the old telephony machine… (anyone remember those?)

Finally, I’m feeling better- then I get a chance to laugh!  This ravenous writer says she’ll sue me if I quote what she has written in a public blog to the public.  Now, granted I didn’t do much in college, but after four years of media law I know you can’t sue someone for quoting your publicly written words in public.  She then goes off on a tangent about how I can’t use her real name– she might have a point except– she told everyone, publicly, to read the publicly published minutes from the town meeting in October to read about her explaining her troubles with a wood chipper.  The minutes are on the web, go ahead look it up… I’ll wait… there!  See that?  Yeah, right where she tells us to look it says, (HER REAL NAME) had several problems including a wood chipper in the audience portion of a public meeting in which she knows she is being taped and the minutes are made public.  She, in effect, told us her name by telling us exactly where to find it and under what pretense it would be used.  That’s like saying a certain mayor of this township whose name is that of a male turkey in a blog entitled the name of the town.  I mean, it could only be one person- silly right? Oh, wait.. she actually did that.

In keeping with early 90’s music quotes, I’ll go with Onyx‘s “Slam”, “but wa-wa-wait it gets worse…”

She then writes that she will not back down or stop posting her inflammatory defamatory statements because I can not silence her and she is not afraid of me – shortly followed by “want it now to be uttered that I am scared for my safety and for the safety of my family.”

Of course, she might not remember as far back as a couple of sentences ago, I mean studies have shown that drug use can cause short-term memory loss.

Oh well, if you, the world have anything you could say to help me wade through the mess, or even make the mess bigger, please let me know.

This Sunday sucks.

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scottsinope says: Your comment is awaiting moderation.

I said, “but I do hope you have enough openness and ability to read and understand this.”

Hope vanquished by reckless false intellectual and moral bravado once again. You never fail to amaze in your failures.

I’m sorry you are unable to take a joke– even when it is directly stated to be a joke and not intended to cause harm- (I keep forgetting you can’t/don’t read!)

All that being said, it makes perfect sense that you kowtow to your composure class. Do you even understand what it truly is? When defining itself it states that; “The cognitive revolution of the past thirty years provides a different perspective on our lives, one that emphasizes the relative importance of emotion over pure reason, social connections over individual choice, moral intuition over abstract logic, perceptiveness over I.Q. ”

Really? You support social connections over individual choice? Then you fault me for comparing you to Nazis?

Really? You believe that emotions trump reason? You believe that intuition is above logic?

Do you read what you write? Do you believe what you say?

Do you really think Utopia is a place where your feelings trump the truth or greater good? Do you really think that Utopia is a place where socialism is better then individual freedom? Then you have the nerve to fault me for pointing out your brazen ideological stupidity and Nazi (short for NATIONAL SOCIALIST) tendencies?

You state quite plainly in your love and defense of the “composure class” that you are a National Socialist- which is a Nazi. What started as a joke, you proved to be the truth.

Why did I just waste me time responding to you?

When you are right, I make a point to say so. When you are wrong, I not only point it out, but take the time to show how or why I believe so. When I don’t understand what you mean, I ask.

You respond by completely misreading my comments, making false accusations, make false assumptions, and further prove my thoughts through your own recklessness in writing.

Obviously, I am taking the time and effort into reading and attempting to understand your writings and viewpoints- while you are not. I don’t know if you are incapable of reading and understanding, if you are too stubborn to even look at a different point of view, if you are too afraid to shake the false foundations of your flawed “logic”, or if you are just too lazy.

Well, I guess you are right. This chapter is closed. All this time of trying to help you to see, I forgot the most important lesson I have ever learned– there is no use arguing with an idiot.

Now don’t read that I am walking away– no no no– I will stand to defend myself from your hatred, your lies, and your hypocrisy, but I will no longer futilely point out your moronic manic asinine statements to you, because you either can’t understand or are too lazy to try– but don’t despair, rejoice! The rest of your readers, I hope, will see the lies and hypocrisies in your languid language, and silently laugh at you– the way I always will, the way I laugh at the three stooges or the absolute absurdity and stupidity of cartoon villains.

Good day.

By the way, why do you keep deleting this? Does the truth hurt?

scottsinope says:
January 23, 2011 at 7:12 pm

Concerning a commentator’s comments concerning how the township agrees with what I am saying, you ask:
“I would like to know where you get your “truthful statistics” on this statement.”

If you are that curious, I would suggest talking to your neighbors. That would give you an accurate portrayal. Better yet—

Look at the elections in this town. The people you insult and defame are continually elected, whilst the people with your mentality and share your viewpoints lose every election- I think in a democracy that means the majority of people don’t agree with you. I understand that you may not be comfortable with anything that has to do with democracy, but that is the basis on our society and system of government.

Further- you have systematically deleted my last 7 posts, I don’t think that means you are giving me a voice- quite the opposite in fact, because you are shutting me down.

Don’t worry your empty head, rejoice! I have decided that in my democratic capitalist utopia (that we actually live in) you are entitled to complete control over a blog that you own, included the right to deny anyone a chance to defend themselves from your attacks and arrogance.

That is why I have decided to post your true name along with your defamatory remarks, your hate filled hypocritical socialist totalitarian ideas along with your utter lack of respect for; this community, your neighbors, the children of this township, the elderly on a fixed income, the hard-working individuals, our duly elected leaders, our system of government, ect. and your undeniable defense of slanderers, defamers, socialists, and fascist regimes (disguised as the “composure culture” as I have explained in detail to you on several posts,) and not post them on your blog.

I will post them in the three local papers, on the community bulletin boards in front of the municipal building, in the Shop-Rite, in the A&P, I will take out ads in the elementary school’s newsletters, the booster clubs and recreational committee’s flyers and programs.

In short, instead of the 14 people who read your tripe learning your vile ways, the whole community will hear about you.

I do feel sorry for your children though– because once the word is out about how you have such contempt for this town and its residents, and the parents speak of your verbal atrocities around the dinner table, it will be your children that are subject to ridicule, that are ostracized– but I guess that’s ok with you, because that is what you do to these wonderful people you continually lie about, spread rumors about, and defame.

That is your choice- either the people will learn here, or I will broadcast your own words, sans the Nazi spin, to the community at large. I am done with you. You disgust me.

I want to be a human Defibrillator

Over the last week of writing and musing I have come to change my understanding of certain things.  The wretched writer I have spoken frequently of in a manner odorous, pleasant, and passive has done something I wish to do.

She had become (albeit accidentally and on a minute scale) a human defibrillator.  She tamed the mighty Zeus and commanded his commission. I have decided that I want that, only on a much larger scale- and I want it to be directed omnidirectionally- controlled chaos.

I am reminded of the great early horror movie line, “there is no hope in chaos”.  I am reminded that the way to personal salvation, (not spiritual) can not be tread by those who seek it, but only unknowingly– the way is found by those prodded like the nietzscheian cattle we all are into all directions, but headed to the same destination.

I want that prod.  I am no shepherd, nor do I follow one (see my last post,) but I want to be a part of the rancher, a cowboy- like I used to pretend to be as a child– where the whole world was open and the sky was a blanket that fell upon man, as he looked to the stars whilst the cattle held their heads down to endlessly and listlessly graze and fail to gaze into the wonders above them.

That is my new goal.

I want to be the direction for my fellow cattle, the thing that gets them to raise their heads above the herd and see beyond the fields in which we graze and ultimately fall– to think beyond the fences put-up presumably for safety, but definitely for control.

I want to be a shock to the system.  The shock that reanimates the heart of society- the shock that startles, yet gently guides.

I want to be a shock to the system- the whole system, our system of government and governance, of society and sociability.

I want to be a human defibrillator.

Why not?

Ok, I have written a little about the blogger who’s inanity shocked me awake.

While looking back on what I have shared with you, the world, I notice a glaring absence.   I have decided, partly out of boredom I admit, to repost some of this person’s thoughts (or lack thereof).  I am confident that you will see that, although barbed at times, my main arguments have been based in logic and off of the writer’s words.

Here is a drastically abbreviated  look, starting with my original comment to a post in which she attacks me for pointing out obvious lies in a previous post and slandering me:

This piece is wonderfully written, but yet it lacks substance and reasoning.

  1. To start: Since your Dear Scott post, I have made no assumptions, only deductions based on your own verbiage and tone. I am not making assumptions on your character based on the winds or social misunderstandings- my inferences are based on your words, your expressed thoughts, your expressed feelings- in short, your character- which is EXACTLY HOW MLK WOULD HAVE LIKED IT.

    Secondly, there is no dialogue- you say something, I refute it on its own basis, you go off on a tangent. That is not a dialogue, that is you hiding from [it].

    Third, I can’t help but notice that everything your write about my fictional character in this novel of yours, applies much better to you then me. You are the one making assumptions (like I was making assumptions and think of you as an advisory, when I don’t) you are the one who refuses to open a dialogue, but prefer rather to throw bombs and run away. You are the one who is intolerant of the community you chose to live in. I am more then happy to entertain a dialogue with you, but you are the one who seems to be afraid and “disable dialogue with this mythic “other” regardless of the potential.”

    I’m here, I hear, and I am STILL awaiting a thought out, rational response.

  2. [writer intentionally deleted]  I can list 15 assumptions you have made.And- I am not interested in debating you, unless perhaps at a public meeting. 

    And, I am not writing this blog for you, you are an unexpected bi-product of “exposing” the kind of human who comes to the defense of undefendable acts.

    Note for novel: My antagonist says “you are the one who refuses to open a dialog”- in a comment line in her public blog…ironic right?

(This is where she starts deleting my posts instead of answering)

  1. You say, “I can list 15 assumptions you have made.” Do it.

    You say “I am not interested in debating you…” thank you for admitting you were lying about me and were really writing about yourself.

    You say “My antagonist says “you are the one who refuses to open a dialog”- in a comment line in her public blog…ironic right?” I fail to see the irony– all I see is more proof– you openly stated you refuse to open a dialogue- your public blog is not an open dialogue– and you admit you do not want it to be— you want this to be your lectern where you preach down to us and refuse to listen to your own words be used against you– that an opinion different then yours is not a welcome thing, but “an unexpected bi-product.” You are beyond words… I can’t think of anything I could say that could possibly bring into perspective your absolute absurdity and complete lack of reasoning and understanding– you are nothing more then a fascist. You preach open dialogue and openly refuse it. You preach live and let live while attacking everyone that opposing you. You are a hypocrite.

(For the record this started with her saying a prominent local figure came speeding down the road- so fast she feared for her safety- as she pulls out of her driveway!  Luckily, this speed demon was able to calmly come to a stop, sans smoke and screeching, before reaching her driveway– not that it would have mattered because she had time to stop, put the car in reverse, back-up her driveway, and make several rude comments in the 30 foot stretch that his vehicle went from NASCAR to stopped.  Anyone else care to explain the physics in this one?  I asked her, and she just insulted me and started writing about how I just want to shut down her ability to engage in politics.)

Now, I’ll admit my language is quite barbed at times, but that is the nature of my humor and is not meant to be hurtful, but if you are interested, here is the link to the lying psychopathic hypocritical hippie, whom I thank for jolting me awake with her absurdities and lies.

(Also, for the record, I know her IRL, and admire and like the people she enjoys spreading rumors and false accusations of so I was a little mad at the start, but also note there are things mentioned that are asides regarding actual happenings in the town that we purposefully do not mention directly.)

Why aren’t I surprised?

Over the last twenty-four hours I have run an experiment with you, the world, and have reached a startling conclusion:  I am not startled by the outcome at all.

I, quite obviously, posted a link on the side of my blog that states, “Don’t click here”.  In one day, over a dozen denizens of this deep micro-chasm clicked on it.

I am not joking.

While the cynic in me is not surprised at this at all, I am left with one problem: what to make of my unsurprising findings.  Should I rejoice that humanity refused to be boxed-in (please note that over a dozen is damn near everyone so far today,) that we, as a community, decided some inanimate button wouldn’t tell us how to act?

Should I be horrified that my life and musings attract people that can’t follow simple instructions?  Should I be elated that my musings attract people who refuse to be artificially contained?

Should I just feel like a total loser and jack-ass for running this experiment in the first place?  (Remember, experiments not only bring answers, but also pose questions of the examiners!)

All of that aside, I have decided that I will not take down the button.  I will leave it as a reminder to myself that following orders is not always necessary (or advisable), that following your curiosity can lead to new places, new ideas, or to disaster- but you don’t know unless you try.  Finally, I will leave it up there to constantly remind myself that, yes, I truly am an idiot and an ass.

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