Posts tagged ‘modal perception’

My Brother

I’ve met him.  My actual half-brother.  I’m rather in shock, having been an only child for nearly 63 years.  The x amount of them is also in a tad of unprepared reaction, never having suspected that good old Dad (!) might have snuck off into the bushes while in Germany.  *I actually don’t remember if I was told what the venue was, but places to stay for Americans with money weren’t that hard to find just then.  I never have understood her shame about the whole incident.  He couldn’t have known, and I was in the “third trimester and so it was too late” to abort me.  Her last years were filled with repeated litanies of “I’m so glad I couldn’t have you aborted!!”  One of the things this means is that she didn’t even realize she missed a period or three and by then he was long gone.  Her knowledge of him was that he’d killed a taxi driver in a drunken fight in Berlin and was sentenced to San Quentin.  Or so she said.  My mother proved to be quite the liar, by choice.

 

He seems to have affection for .. Dad … and I haven’t heard about his mother one way or the other.  And…I can’t do this.  However, family.  What a shock.

August 6, 2016 at 4:06 pm Leave a comment

When We’re Screaming For Big Brother

https://www.yahoo.com/tv/s/inside-tlc-19-kids-counting-disaster-why-network-220358875.html

They just didn’t vet carefully enough.  That means first of all they didn’t bother to buy computer access to search criminal records.  There is also a possible implication as to whether it is accidental, however there is not enough data as yet.  Remember, there are a number of things that are held out as desirable but which are both sinful and illegal.  Remember, attention is attention.  So; I’m pointing out both that I’m dubious about the cable network involved and fascinated by the polarity no one saw here, the innate contradiction.  We scream for the absence of surveillance and yet here it is being decried.  But the problem itself is never discussed.

This is at a time where we have crossed the line from maintenance of order into the casual intrusion of deadly force into any and all police-civilian confrontations.  In Oregon and Nevada police are the notable sources of death.  [This will immediately be blamed on many things, but a cop tried to warn me in 1991.  I wish I’d listened and taken a ride with him in his patrol car.  At least I’ve learned now from not learning; discounting something because of its source means that you assume yourself to be able to distinguish absolute truth through extremely relative means.  If Rose dies I may well occasionally spend time with the homeless; certainly I’m going to sell this house and buy an Airstream.  *Or something very similar.]  Police are people.  They even have relationships with civilians.  Fracture one.  There are more people than police.  If most of the people are at the point of demanding new government, something will break.   More than that a lot of the citizens will die.

There will be a number of excuses tendered for that.  However, education at police universities changed, obviously.  The entire philosophy being employed progressively employed; I myself was a victim of profiling.  I was successfully accused of using crystal meth (while driving? anyway, apparently I was high but)–none in my bloodstream but I suppose they explained that away.  *I’m very deaf and at the time didn’t have hearing aids.  I also gave up straining to hear.  After having the idiot deputy smiling at me cheerfully while testifying (I accidentally  whispered in a shriek “But why didn’t you blood test me” thinking it would be inaudible; I got lectured about how the judge didn’t like disturbances–oh, and “But it’s not procedure“) and actually hating for the first time in a long time I thought it better to wait.  Even though I had been attempting to ‘stay under the radar’, I’d been victimized.  I was followed for no reason for about a mile and then made a mistake out of nervousness and was ticketed–sheriff’s dept again.  Then I got the first part of compensation as I recall for PTSD.  And the sheriff’s kind attentions stopped.  Of course, come to think of it, if that was anything to do with a guy named John Thompson, who was a friend of sorts I visited fairly frequently–it would have stopped about then.  The guy died.

My point is that we as a population evince a complete ambivalence toward the police; supportive at one moment and killing them the next.  The police ‘respond’–and act–in the same way.

Our opponents at Tours have returned.  This is not the time for internal dissension.

May 28, 2015 at 6:10 pm Leave a comment