Over in California this week.....it got out that the California state legislature has hired up two part-time guys to provide ground transportation for Senate members. The cost? Each guy is paid around $2,500 a month.....for this part-time work. No one says the hours per week, or a limit to the hours.
The deal? Well....over the past couple of years....some California state senators have been caught drunk-driving. So, the two guys hired.....are supposed to get a call from a senator when he thinks he's too drunk to drive home.
Naturally, a Bama guy would sit and ponder about this.
If you end up calling these guys.....it means you are too drunk to drive. But doesn't it also mean you ought to be too drunk to legislate?
No state, as far as I know.....has ever instituted a no-drinking policy with each capital building. So you can imagine these guys....standing around and swapping stories in the afternoon....sipping a whiskey here and there.....maybe sneaking out to the back and gulping down two beers.....then doing a rum-and-Coke before taking a vital vote.
It would be curious if someone would force the issue of no drinking while in a legislative setting. After you take the vote and go over to the local pub to celebrate your bill-passing abilities.....ok, I don't see a problem then.
How many bills get passed yearly by drunk legislative folks? Unknown. But maybe it's time to ask about this.
Sunday, 31 May 2015
Thursday, 28 May 2015
Erasers
The British paper.....The Guardian.....put an interesting article over a noted scientist at King's College in London. Guy Claxton spoke out in a public statement: "Erasers are an 'instrument of the devil' and, as such, they should be banished from our classrooms. Children should be encouraged to learn from their mistakes, rather than feel ashamed of them, he explains. They shouldn’t feel the need to pretend to have got things right the first time, but should be encouraged to try things out, take wrong turns and see what they can learn in the process".
Yeah, it's kind of a radical statement.
To be honest....since around 1975....I've been a pen guy....refusing to carry or use a pencil. If I made a mistake in writing.....I crossed through it and continued on. I didn't see my work being worthy of being reviewed later like Einstein, Charles Darwin, or Micheal Faraday. Notes in my opinion....were simply notes.
Now, I realize some guys are different and have maintained their 10th grade science notebook or their 2nd year engineering class notebook from college.....thirty years ago no less. But generally.....notes are worthless at the end of the semester and the test cycle.
What Claxton is suggesting is that we simply readjust our perception of material we've written and not feel ashamed by mistakes. Take a side-step.....admit imperfection......learn while in the progress of things.
We might as well admit that half the things we have today....came from mistakes.
I'm one of those folks who has to live around Germans. In German culture.....the eraser mentality is a big deal. Every single kid and student carries around a hefty eraser, and pencil.....along with six color-type pens/markers, a ruler, and various tools of marking a paper in a special way. In some ways....it's fanatical in the behavior thing. I'm presently in the middle of a German language class (3rd day) and the teacher ripped me up for not having a pencil today (yesterday came the criticism of not having a yellow and green marker on my person).
The odds that Claxton will have any success? Zero. The eraser cartel and control freaks will go berserk when this comes up in class. You are dissolving thousands of eraser jobs.....if you got rid of this standard in society.
Yeah, it's kind of a radical statement.
To be honest....since around 1975....I've been a pen guy....refusing to carry or use a pencil. If I made a mistake in writing.....I crossed through it and continued on. I didn't see my work being worthy of being reviewed later like Einstein, Charles Darwin, or Micheal Faraday. Notes in my opinion....were simply notes.
Now, I realize some guys are different and have maintained their 10th grade science notebook or their 2nd year engineering class notebook from college.....thirty years ago no less. But generally.....notes are worthless at the end of the semester and the test cycle.
What Claxton is suggesting is that we simply readjust our perception of material we've written and not feel ashamed by mistakes. Take a side-step.....admit imperfection......learn while in the progress of things.
We might as well admit that half the things we have today....came from mistakes.
I'm one of those folks who has to live around Germans. In German culture.....the eraser mentality is a big deal. Every single kid and student carries around a hefty eraser, and pencil.....along with six color-type pens/markers, a ruler, and various tools of marking a paper in a special way. In some ways....it's fanatical in the behavior thing. I'm presently in the middle of a German language class (3rd day) and the teacher ripped me up for not having a pencil today (yesterday came the criticism of not having a yellow and green marker on my person).
The odds that Claxton will have any success? Zero. The eraser cartel and control freaks will go berserk when this comes up in class. You are dissolving thousands of eraser jobs.....if you got rid of this standard in society.
Wednesday, 27 May 2015
The Six-Percent Problem
If a volcano started building up around a hundred miles from your house.....with smoke pouring out.....some eruption factor being predicted.....and chaos possibly in the works.....six-percent of your neighbors or friends (maybe even your wife)....would want to go and get within a mile of the volcano to see it up-close and personal.
If you had a 'mad-elephant' who'd stomped and killed a dozen folks.....that had escaped from the circus and cornered in some woods on the other side of the county, then six-percent of your friends, neighbors or relatives (maybe even your husband).....would want to go and walk out in this woods to find the mad-elephant.
If you had a dam that was failing and everyone was warning folks to get out of the downward area.....six-percent of your friends, neighbors and relatives....would want to get into the truck and go about a half-mile down from the dam to watch the potential results.
I call this the six-percent problem with society. We are this stupid.
You could write a forty-page users manual for chain-saws, and six-percent of folks who'd buy the chainsaw would totally avoid reading the users manual, and get injured in the first week of use.
You could buy a pretty angry and hostile bull....whose previous owner had said he was terribly disturbed, and you told every neighbor to avoid your pasture area where he roamed......and six-percent of the folks warned would immediately come over and want to see the hostile bull.
It is our natural reaction....to test fate. We simply don't believe some words of caution or wisdom.
For some reason, I actually believe that this group of people are hard-wired to be this way.
The same group of people will see the speed limit set at 75-mph and drive 90-mph....even when it's lightly raining. The same group of people will hear about a tornado being observed twelve miles over and want to jump in the truck to go and watch it. The same group of people will hear about some crazy gal who hangs out at the local bar and is absolutely toxic and nuts....but go right up and test her reaction to their offer of a drink.
For some reason, I think there's a reaction by some of us.....to hold back the six-percent.....to emphasize they are doing the wrong thing or risking themselves over stupidity. But here's the thing.....wisdom, judgement and advice don't work. Let nature do what it's been doing for a ten-thousand years.
Just some humble advice.
If you had a 'mad-elephant' who'd stomped and killed a dozen folks.....that had escaped from the circus and cornered in some woods on the other side of the county, then six-percent of your friends, neighbors or relatives (maybe even your husband).....would want to go and walk out in this woods to find the mad-elephant.
If you had a dam that was failing and everyone was warning folks to get out of the downward area.....six-percent of your friends, neighbors and relatives....would want to get into the truck and go about a half-mile down from the dam to watch the potential results.
I call this the six-percent problem with society. We are this stupid.
You could write a forty-page users manual for chain-saws, and six-percent of folks who'd buy the chainsaw would totally avoid reading the users manual, and get injured in the first week of use.
You could buy a pretty angry and hostile bull....whose previous owner had said he was terribly disturbed, and you told every neighbor to avoid your pasture area where he roamed......and six-percent of the folks warned would immediately come over and want to see the hostile bull.
It is our natural reaction....to test fate. We simply don't believe some words of caution or wisdom.
For some reason, I actually believe that this group of people are hard-wired to be this way.
The same group of people will see the speed limit set at 75-mph and drive 90-mph....even when it's lightly raining. The same group of people will hear about a tornado being observed twelve miles over and want to jump in the truck to go and watch it. The same group of people will hear about some crazy gal who hangs out at the local bar and is absolutely toxic and nuts....but go right up and test her reaction to their offer of a drink.
For some reason, I think there's a reaction by some of us.....to hold back the six-percent.....to emphasize they are doing the wrong thing or risking themselves over stupidity. But here's the thing.....wisdom, judgement and advice don't work. Let nature do what it's been doing for a ten-thousand years.
Just some humble advice.
Saturday, 23 May 2015
The Problem with Meditation
I read a fair amount of newspapers from across the globe. This morning, I went over a piece on the Daily Mail (a British daily).
There's this piece over how meditation can trigger mental issues.
Basically, some science folks did some analysis and studies.....then they did the statistical average.....roughly sixty percent of people who've been on some type of meditation retreat/trip.....end up with at least one negative aspect (confusion, panic, or depression).
Oddly, the way it works is that the early part of this meditation was positive and gave you some inspiration or positive thrust in life. Then for some reason.....there's a 'rush' as you fall to the ground. You probably could make up for this 'fallen and can't get up' episode by having another mediation moment, then just keep repeating this to avoid the confusion factor or panic attacks or depressive moments.
Relating to 'aholic' moments? Over the years, I've encountered a few folks who were addicted to meditation-type situations. Several times a day....they needed to retreat and have a couple of minutes of self-meditation....to reach a positive state of mind. I didn't think much of it....just that they seemed to be like smokers and needed a 'nicotine-type' fix for their mental state.
How many people meditate? Unknown. Psychology Today, back in 2010.....said there were around ten million Americans who did at least one meditation moment per day. How they reached this conclusion was not precise and had some rough estimation involved. If true, then it means that you likely bump into three or four people a day as a minimum who are stuck on meditation. Higher in urban areas than rural areas? I might tend to agree on that.
Will this trigger anything? Well....I'm guessing some TV dimwits will say it's a national problem and want to confuse people with anti-meditation talk and have anti-meditation gurus appear to chat on frustrations of meditation. Eventually, some folks will wonder if they ought to flip over and become enthusiasts of mediation to fix some other issue in their life.
Bottom line? Just get with your life and don't worry about rights or wrongs. Sip some Mountain Dew, watch an episode of Gilligan's Island, get a haircut, or chat over septic tank knowledge.....just live a bit on the edge and be happy over that.
There's this piece over how meditation can trigger mental issues.
Basically, some science folks did some analysis and studies.....then they did the statistical average.....roughly sixty percent of people who've been on some type of meditation retreat/trip.....end up with at least one negative aspect (confusion, panic, or depression).
Oddly, the way it works is that the early part of this meditation was positive and gave you some inspiration or positive thrust in life. Then for some reason.....there's a 'rush' as you fall to the ground. You probably could make up for this 'fallen and can't get up' episode by having another mediation moment, then just keep repeating this to avoid the confusion factor or panic attacks or depressive moments.
Relating to 'aholic' moments? Over the years, I've encountered a few folks who were addicted to meditation-type situations. Several times a day....they needed to retreat and have a couple of minutes of self-meditation....to reach a positive state of mind. I didn't think much of it....just that they seemed to be like smokers and needed a 'nicotine-type' fix for their mental state.
How many people meditate? Unknown. Psychology Today, back in 2010.....said there were around ten million Americans who did at least one meditation moment per day. How they reached this conclusion was not precise and had some rough estimation involved. If true, then it means that you likely bump into three or four people a day as a minimum who are stuck on meditation. Higher in urban areas than rural areas? I might tend to agree on that.
Will this trigger anything? Well....I'm guessing some TV dimwits will say it's a national problem and want to confuse people with anti-meditation talk and have anti-meditation gurus appear to chat on frustrations of meditation. Eventually, some folks will wonder if they ought to flip over and become enthusiasts of mediation to fix some other issue in their life.
Bottom line? Just get with your life and don't worry about rights or wrongs. Sip some Mountain Dew, watch an episode of Gilligan's Island, get a haircut, or chat over septic tank knowledge.....just live a bit on the edge and be happy over that.
Thursday, 21 May 2015
Yep, They Couldn't Think of Anything
One of the Bloomberg Business Channel guys did a sit-down with Iowa Democrats (ten of them). Typically, I don't expect an awful lot of competent analysis via the Today Show, CNN, or any of the normal pretender news folks. Bloomberg tends to shock me on occasion....they round up folks who aren't part of some foundation or pretender 'expert' status, and they kinda talk like guys at some barbershop or church group would talk.
So, Mike Halperin asks these ten folks.....from Hillary Clinton's four years as Secretary of State.....what would you say was her top accomplishment?
The ten folks just kinda sat there in a daze. In Alabama....it'd be like some minister picking people from the audience to name all the miracles that Moses accomplished, or some cousin asking you to name five great University of Alabama quarterbacks from the past fifty years.
None of the ten could answer 'top' accomplishment.
Nor could any of them name any accomplishment.
So the ending of this question came to some guy who simply said that he'd watched her for twenty-odd years and viewed her as competent, and that you just couldn't possibly vote for Scott Walker.....mostly cause he'd destroy the unions in America.
I sat there and watched the minute-long clip twice. Yeah, it's a pretty dismal explanation about someone who spent four years in a fairly noteworthy job and no one seems to remember much of anything they did.
I worked in an organization once with a Captain. After three years, it was time for the guy to leave, and they needed someone to sit down and help him and his chain of leadership to write achievements. I sat there looking at the Major who asked me to help and simply noted there was nothing this officer did in the two years I knew him....that was worth writing on paper. The Major walked around and the next five people said the same thing. Anything they wrote....mostly led back to what I or several others in the shop had actually done. We didn't care if they wanted to use the words of our actions....but the Captain was the most marginal leader that I'd come across in twenty-two years. When he showed up each day.....he was there to just show attendance and sign papers.
I see Hillary in the same light. She walked around and attended meetings.....did two-star chats with news media folks, and repeated scripted answers for chaotic events going on in the world. In terms of knowledge or expertise? She was a marginal two-star person doing a job that required an awful lot.
What's this say for folks from Iowa? They recognize the same thing. So, it's pretty simple for a three-star former governor of Maryland to walk in.....talk a bit, and amaze the public. It's not a pretty sight, but I think Hillary has lost momentum and blazing away on fumes only at this point. The job as Secretary of State? It didn't give her anything worth talking about, and we kinda know that now.
So, Mike Halperin asks these ten folks.....from Hillary Clinton's four years as Secretary of State.....what would you say was her top accomplishment?
The ten folks just kinda sat there in a daze. In Alabama....it'd be like some minister picking people from the audience to name all the miracles that Moses accomplished, or some cousin asking you to name five great University of Alabama quarterbacks from the past fifty years.
None of the ten could answer 'top' accomplishment.
Nor could any of them name any accomplishment.
So the ending of this question came to some guy who simply said that he'd watched her for twenty-odd years and viewed her as competent, and that you just couldn't possibly vote for Scott Walker.....mostly cause he'd destroy the unions in America.
I sat there and watched the minute-long clip twice. Yeah, it's a pretty dismal explanation about someone who spent four years in a fairly noteworthy job and no one seems to remember much of anything they did.
I worked in an organization once with a Captain. After three years, it was time for the guy to leave, and they needed someone to sit down and help him and his chain of leadership to write achievements. I sat there looking at the Major who asked me to help and simply noted there was nothing this officer did in the two years I knew him....that was worth writing on paper. The Major walked around and the next five people said the same thing. Anything they wrote....mostly led back to what I or several others in the shop had actually done. We didn't care if they wanted to use the words of our actions....but the Captain was the most marginal leader that I'd come across in twenty-two years. When he showed up each day.....he was there to just show attendance and sign papers.
I see Hillary in the same light. She walked around and attended meetings.....did two-star chats with news media folks, and repeated scripted answers for chaotic events going on in the world. In terms of knowledge or expertise? She was a marginal two-star person doing a job that required an awful lot.
What's this say for folks from Iowa? They recognize the same thing. So, it's pretty simple for a three-star former governor of Maryland to walk in.....talk a bit, and amaze the public. It's not a pretty sight, but I think Hillary has lost momentum and blazing away on fumes only at this point. The job as Secretary of State? It didn't give her anything worth talking about, and we kinda know that now.
Wednesday, 13 May 2015
The Thing About Narrative
At some point yesterday (Tuesday)....President Obama made some personal comments and decided to lay out one of his observations. He noted that Fox News was spreading negative sterotypes about the poor in America.
The problem with this statement is the word "narrative".
The public over the past decade has gotten use to narrative.
Your son knows the narrative when he brings up an allowance upgrade, and you start talking about responsibility and work ethic.
Your buddies at the office know the narrative of the boss when he's talking bad numbers, crisis period, and layoffs coming up.
When the cops need to explain why they shot some old lady's dog.....you know the narrative that will be used to explain the perceived threat to the cop.
When some state legislative cops start talking about closing state parks because of tax revenue problems.....you know the narrative.
When some Secretary of State tries to explain why some ambassador just accidentally died in Banghazi......you know the narrative.
When some black guy is thrown in the back of some police van and arrives at the destination with a broke neck....as the cops try to explain things....all you think of is narrative.
When the female principal was caught in a parked car out front of the school with some high school senior and the cops smile marijuana and notice that four buttons on the gal's blouse are undone......you listen to the explanation and all you think of is.....narrative.
When your state football coach wraps up the season with a 5-7 record, and explains that he just didn't have the right players.....you listen and all you think of.....is narrative.
Narrative is now a skill. The guys at the Washington Post, NY Times, Time and Newsweak all know narrative. The folks at MSNBC, ABC, CBS, NBC, NPR, and Fox News know narrative. The folks who do the behind the scenes preparation for the morning religious chat shows know narrative.....talking in Moses, IRS, Adam and Eve, immigration control, Satan, and unemployment.
Poor people know narrative. Rich people know narrative. Liberals and Conservatives both know narrative. Cowboys and Indians know narrative. Farmers know narrative. And even failed and confused NCAA football coaches know narrative.
As for the President's wisdom in pointing some finger at Fox News over narrative? He seems awful worried over Fox News......like it's some root-canal or hornet's nest sitting over the backdoor of the house. For one single news source.....if you pause and look over comments from the White House.....Fox News gets mentioned at least five or six times a year. NPR or Newsweak? They never get mentioned.....almost like they don't exist in the mind of the White House.
The poor getting noted by Fox News? I'm not that sure that they get mentioned much. Maybe there is some stupid program which does little to help the poor.....which gets mentioned. Maybe some revenue hand-out gets zero respect because it's not working. People say things and they get noted.
I suspect most Americans would like to have a President who only gets noticed once a week.....never appears on some comedy show.....and is rarely quoted by the NY Times. But trying to find such a mythical character is practically impossible. That's my humble and honest......narrative.
The quote: "I think the effort to suggest that the poor are sponges, leeches, don’t want to work, are lazy, are undeserving got traction. And look, it’s still being propagated. I mean, I have to say that if you watch Fox News on a regular basis, it is a constant menu — they will find folks who make me mad. I don’t know where they find them. They’re all like, ‘I don’t want to work. I just want a free Obamaphone,’ or whatever. And that becomes an entire narrative that gets worked up and very rarely do you hear an interview of a waitress, which is much more typical, who’s raising a couple of kids and doing everything right but still can’t pay the bills."
The problem with this statement is the word "narrative".
The public over the past decade has gotten use to narrative.
Your son knows the narrative when he brings up an allowance upgrade, and you start talking about responsibility and work ethic.
Your buddies at the office know the narrative of the boss when he's talking bad numbers, crisis period, and layoffs coming up.
When the cops need to explain why they shot some old lady's dog.....you know the narrative that will be used to explain the perceived threat to the cop.
When some state legislative cops start talking about closing state parks because of tax revenue problems.....you know the narrative.
When some Secretary of State tries to explain why some ambassador just accidentally died in Banghazi......you know the narrative.
When some black guy is thrown in the back of some police van and arrives at the destination with a broke neck....as the cops try to explain things....all you think of is narrative.
When the female principal was caught in a parked car out front of the school with some high school senior and the cops smile marijuana and notice that four buttons on the gal's blouse are undone......you listen to the explanation and all you think of is.....narrative.
When your state football coach wraps up the season with a 5-7 record, and explains that he just didn't have the right players.....you listen and all you think of.....is narrative.
Narrative is now a skill. The guys at the Washington Post, NY Times, Time and Newsweak all know narrative. The folks at MSNBC, ABC, CBS, NBC, NPR, and Fox News know narrative. The folks who do the behind the scenes preparation for the morning religious chat shows know narrative.....talking in Moses, IRS, Adam and Eve, immigration control, Satan, and unemployment.
Poor people know narrative. Rich people know narrative. Liberals and Conservatives both know narrative. Cowboys and Indians know narrative. Farmers know narrative. And even failed and confused NCAA football coaches know narrative.
As for the President's wisdom in pointing some finger at Fox News over narrative? He seems awful worried over Fox News......like it's some root-canal or hornet's nest sitting over the backdoor of the house. For one single news source.....if you pause and look over comments from the White House.....Fox News gets mentioned at least five or six times a year. NPR or Newsweak? They never get mentioned.....almost like they don't exist in the mind of the White House.
The poor getting noted by Fox News? I'm not that sure that they get mentioned much. Maybe there is some stupid program which does little to help the poor.....which gets mentioned. Maybe some revenue hand-out gets zero respect because it's not working. People say things and they get noted.
I suspect most Americans would like to have a President who only gets noticed once a week.....never appears on some comedy show.....and is rarely quoted by the NY Times. But trying to find such a mythical character is practically impossible. That's my humble and honest......narrative.
Gambling Coming to Bama?
It is a shocker in Bama over the latest legislative business. The Republicans in the state....having vowed over the past three decades to protect the innocence of every Bama resident by standing against lotteries, casinos and gambling.....are about to accept it with a friendly smile.
The draft bill sits presently with the state senate and most folks are believing in an acceptance. The money generated? Oh, that will be for education and children of course.....at least that's the coded phrase used. It'll end up in the general fund sooner or later, and then be used for cop cars, state parks, and office furniture.
For decades, the Republican Party in Bama represented this relationship to good morale living, religious lifestyles, and principled authority. Yeah, I know.....it was bogus....but it was good theater and folks believed it.
If you walk into a barbershop.....nine out of ten Bama guys would say this gambling thing isn't such a big deal. They probably wouldn't even rate it in the top twenty issues of the day. Most guys will admit that they already buy lotto tickets across the state line occasionally, and at least three of every ten Bama guys will admit to having been to a casino in the past year or two.
At least a quarter of all Bama women under the age of forty will readily admit that they've been to a casino in the past year or two as well.
The upset folks over this Republican change? Mostly church folks who got some five-star minister character who quoted Moses and thrilled his congregation with bad-mouthing gambling.
The people who will get addicted? Well.....yeah.....there are those who can't handle gambling. The same can be said for those who can't handling driving a car in a safe fashion, or those who can't handle NCAA football in a safe fashion, or those who can't handle prescription pain-killers in a safe fashion, or those who can't handle a credit card in a safe fashion, or those who can't handle chainsaws in a safe fashion. You can only protect society to a certain degree.....after that.....it's a guy's own responsibility for screwing up.
So, prepare for gambling coming to Bama. Heck, we might even see a casino or two coming out of this state park business. Joe Wheeler might turn itself into a fantastic gambling casino.
The draft bill sits presently with the state senate and most folks are believing in an acceptance. The money generated? Oh, that will be for education and children of course.....at least that's the coded phrase used. It'll end up in the general fund sooner or later, and then be used for cop cars, state parks, and office furniture.
For decades, the Republican Party in Bama represented this relationship to good morale living, religious lifestyles, and principled authority. Yeah, I know.....it was bogus....but it was good theater and folks believed it.
If you walk into a barbershop.....nine out of ten Bama guys would say this gambling thing isn't such a big deal. They probably wouldn't even rate it in the top twenty issues of the day. Most guys will admit that they already buy lotto tickets across the state line occasionally, and at least three of every ten Bama guys will admit to having been to a casino in the past year or two.
At least a quarter of all Bama women under the age of forty will readily admit that they've been to a casino in the past year or two as well.
The upset folks over this Republican change? Mostly church folks who got some five-star minister character who quoted Moses and thrilled his congregation with bad-mouthing gambling.
The people who will get addicted? Well.....yeah.....there are those who can't handle gambling. The same can be said for those who can't handling driving a car in a safe fashion, or those who can't handle NCAA football in a safe fashion, or those who can't handle prescription pain-killers in a safe fashion, or those who can't handle a credit card in a safe fashion, or those who can't handle chainsaws in a safe fashion. You can only protect society to a certain degree.....after that.....it's a guy's own responsibility for screwing up.
So, prepare for gambling coming to Bama. Heck, we might even see a casino or two coming out of this state park business. Joe Wheeler might turn itself into a fantastic gambling casino.
Sunday, 10 May 2015
Free-Range?
It's an odd term.....I actually had to look it up.
The topic of free-range comes up because of a couple up in Kentucky who had the sheriff come out and visit......to confiscate the ten kids. A local person went and complained over the living conditions, health issue possibilities, and lack of education for the kids.
What is generally said is that the parents were using 'free-range' parenting as their model. Free range means that you let kids do things on their own. You give them no limits....no obstacles....no borders....no rules. The kid learns by mistakes made or their own sense of judgement.
Home-schooling? No.....don't make the mistake of putting this crew into the same image as home-schooling.
In this case.....you have some kids and if they want to spend an hour working on math problems.....they do it. If they spend eight minutes a year on math problems.....they do it.
In the home-schooling environment....you the parent will have a curriculum, devote time to some goals, have some text-books which help the teaching process, and set testing processes. At the end of this....there's a process to get a high school diploma or GED.
In free-range, there's nothing unless the kid reaches a point of deciding learning is important....which may or may not ever occur. You might have five kids in your free-range house. Kid number one by eighteen years old will have a 12th grade background in English grammar, a fifth-grade background in math, and might know nothing of the Constitution. Kid number two might not be able to handle division or multiplication, nor have any talent other than painting. Kid number three might only be able to handle 4th grade reading by age eighteen, and may never have seen a map in his entire life. Kid number four might be able to handle 12th grade math and science, but knows nothing about American history or civics. Kid number five might be a great hunter and carpenter by age eighteen, but can only read at the 3rd-grade level.
In this particular case.....there was some confrontation between the father of the kids and the neighbor. A knife was used to threaten the neighbor, and the father apparently asked one of the kids to retrieve his gun. The neighbor decided enough was enough.....called county welfare services, and they did the homework.
The family doesn't even live in a house or trailer.....it's a hut of sorts with a tin roof. No septic tank....no running water....no electricity.
The fight is on apparently.....with the family defending their practices (unschooling is the term used in their defense). I noticed a bunch of folks who would normally defend home-schooling who were kinda supporting this effort.
The problem is....once this kid gets up to eighteen....now what? No one (police department, fire department, post office, etc) will hire someone without a GED or high school diploma. At best, you can flip burgers, cut fire wood for people, or drive a truck (provided you can actually read the driver's manual). You are gaming the kids for survivor mode and living just off the land. Beyond that....there's no real possibilities in life. I admit....we need a handful of folks who can cut down trees and sell firewood to folks. Maybe if you can keep enough folks 'limited'....this would work out.
What happens with this Kentucky family? Well....someone got them prepared for the modern world, and got fund-raising on the agenda. They've got some lawyer money and will take the county social office to court. The judge? He's going to ask questions....mostly to the parents. The family lawyer is going to eventually admit to the parents that they got to change their agenda idea a little bit....get cleaned up.....and make some promises. Eventually, they will agree to park a trailer on the property as a proper living structure, and to home-school the kids. The judge will eventually let the kids come back and they will be monitored. As much as the parents will try to fake the situation.....I suspect the judge will take back the kids within two years. I just don't see this mess resolving itself.
For the free-range crowd? I'm kinda shaking my head. Need to repair a tractor? The manuals are mostly designed for someone who can read at least at the 8th grade level. Most household accounting situations in America require addition, subtraction, division and multiplication....6th grade math, and if you can't do it......you can't balance your financial situation or handle obligations. Like your rights? Well.....you'd have to read the Constitution, discuss it, and grasp the meaning....which means at least a 8th grade comprehension of civil studies. I admit that fifty percent of school after the 9th grade is wasted.....but you got to have some foundation.....otherwise, you are lost. Free-range? No, I'd call it dead-range....you don't go nowhere or do much of anything.
The topic of free-range comes up because of a couple up in Kentucky who had the sheriff come out and visit......to confiscate the ten kids. A local person went and complained over the living conditions, health issue possibilities, and lack of education for the kids.
What is generally said is that the parents were using 'free-range' parenting as their model. Free range means that you let kids do things on their own. You give them no limits....no obstacles....no borders....no rules. The kid learns by mistakes made or their own sense of judgement.
Home-schooling? No.....don't make the mistake of putting this crew into the same image as home-schooling.
In this case.....you have some kids and if they want to spend an hour working on math problems.....they do it. If they spend eight minutes a year on math problems.....they do it.
In the home-schooling environment....you the parent will have a curriculum, devote time to some goals, have some text-books which help the teaching process, and set testing processes. At the end of this....there's a process to get a high school diploma or GED.
In free-range, there's nothing unless the kid reaches a point of deciding learning is important....which may or may not ever occur. You might have five kids in your free-range house. Kid number one by eighteen years old will have a 12th grade background in English grammar, a fifth-grade background in math, and might know nothing of the Constitution. Kid number two might not be able to handle division or multiplication, nor have any talent other than painting. Kid number three might only be able to handle 4th grade reading by age eighteen, and may never have seen a map in his entire life. Kid number four might be able to handle 12th grade math and science, but knows nothing about American history or civics. Kid number five might be a great hunter and carpenter by age eighteen, but can only read at the 3rd-grade level.
In this particular case.....there was some confrontation between the father of the kids and the neighbor. A knife was used to threaten the neighbor, and the father apparently asked one of the kids to retrieve his gun. The neighbor decided enough was enough.....called county welfare services, and they did the homework.
The family doesn't even live in a house or trailer.....it's a hut of sorts with a tin roof. No septic tank....no running water....no electricity.
The fight is on apparently.....with the family defending their practices (unschooling is the term used in their defense). I noticed a bunch of folks who would normally defend home-schooling who were kinda supporting this effort.
The problem is....once this kid gets up to eighteen....now what? No one (police department, fire department, post office, etc) will hire someone without a GED or high school diploma. At best, you can flip burgers, cut fire wood for people, or drive a truck (provided you can actually read the driver's manual). You are gaming the kids for survivor mode and living just off the land. Beyond that....there's no real possibilities in life. I admit....we need a handful of folks who can cut down trees and sell firewood to folks. Maybe if you can keep enough folks 'limited'....this would work out.
What happens with this Kentucky family? Well....someone got them prepared for the modern world, and got fund-raising on the agenda. They've got some lawyer money and will take the county social office to court. The judge? He's going to ask questions....mostly to the parents. The family lawyer is going to eventually admit to the parents that they got to change their agenda idea a little bit....get cleaned up.....and make some promises. Eventually, they will agree to park a trailer on the property as a proper living structure, and to home-school the kids. The judge will eventually let the kids come back and they will be monitored. As much as the parents will try to fake the situation.....I suspect the judge will take back the kids within two years. I just don't see this mess resolving itself.
For the free-range crowd? I'm kinda shaking my head. Need to repair a tractor? The manuals are mostly designed for someone who can read at least at the 8th grade level. Most household accounting situations in America require addition, subtraction, division and multiplication....6th grade math, and if you can't do it......you can't balance your financial situation or handle obligations. Like your rights? Well.....you'd have to read the Constitution, discuss it, and grasp the meaning....which means at least a 8th grade comprehension of civil studies. I admit that fifty percent of school after the 9th grade is wasted.....but you got to have some foundation.....otherwise, you are lost. Free-range? No, I'd call it dead-range....you don't go nowhere or do much of anything.
Tuesday, 5 May 2015
A Brief Essay over Front Porches
A magnificent view, no doubt.
You can sit and imagine spring, summer and fall....late afternoon, after a full day of activity, and settling onto a chair facing the bay. There's no TV....no internet....no radio.....no daily newspaper.....nothing.
Some neighbor might ride up on his horse.....find George sitting there and sipping a whisky. A discussion could commence....maybe over horses, fondness for peach cobbler, harsh words over some political discussion, or a long-winded joke about a French mistress and a English minister.
Talk might go into the evening hours, with a candle or lamp lit, and the visitor might be offered up a room for the night.
A porch was a place where discussions were a form of entertainment and emotional survival. You laughed over good times and bad situations. You contemplated why men did stupid things, or why women uttered harsh complaints. You might have spent an hour or two discussing why corn is higher in Arlington, than in Richmond. Or you might have just wasted a whole afternoon discussing why it's so hot this year compared to last year (you didn't have global warming in those days to blame on such events).
In some ways, we have lost the front porch behavior and attitude. It was an anchored part of our society, our culture, and our future. No one today defends the front porch. No quotes great passages or writes epic movie scripts over the front porch. It was a saga-builder, just waiting for a visitor to start some topic.
Book Review: David Crockett, His Life and Adventures
By John S. C. Abbott
It is a curious book, available on Amazon Digital for free, which was written well over a hundred years ago.
It is a finely woven and clear-cut story over the remarkable Davy Crockett. I cam to three observations by the end of the 136 page book (it's easily read over a week).
First, there are at least a hundred occasions when Crockett met up with mother nature, disease, bears, mountain lions, Indians, and hostile threats.....and he should have died. As you come near the end of the saga.....you come to realize the amount of luck this guy had going for him.....day in and day out.
Second, as a kid around age twelve....he was 'directed' by his dad to help some guy who was herding some cattle from the edge of the wilderness to Virginia (roughly 200 miles away). He completes the job, and basically walks back. When you take into consideration.....his age.....lack of a map.....no compass.....no adult leadership.....it is a remarkable feat. If you tried to find some kid in America today who would do something like this.....I think you'd be disappointed.
Third, you come near the end of the book to realize the Alamo period was something that could have been skipped. If the Indians had invited him to on hunting with them during their meeting.....he would have never gone to the Alamo or met up with the consequences of the Mexican Army. In such a case.....you'd have to wonder where exactly he would have ended up and if he might have been some future governor of California. Remember.....he was only forty-nine when he died at the Alamo.
As for the book? I'd highly endorse it as a reading and history project for a 10th grade class. They could complete the book in a week or two, and it'd probably draw out three or four discussion episodes for class participation.
It is a curious book, available on Amazon Digital for free, which was written well over a hundred years ago.
It is a finely woven and clear-cut story over the remarkable Davy Crockett. I cam to three observations by the end of the 136 page book (it's easily read over a week).
First, there are at least a hundred occasions when Crockett met up with mother nature, disease, bears, mountain lions, Indians, and hostile threats.....and he should have died. As you come near the end of the saga.....you come to realize the amount of luck this guy had going for him.....day in and day out.
Second, as a kid around age twelve....he was 'directed' by his dad to help some guy who was herding some cattle from the edge of the wilderness to Virginia (roughly 200 miles away). He completes the job, and basically walks back. When you take into consideration.....his age.....lack of a map.....no compass.....no adult leadership.....it is a remarkable feat. If you tried to find some kid in America today who would do something like this.....I think you'd be disappointed.
Third, you come near the end of the book to realize the Alamo period was something that could have been skipped. If the Indians had invited him to on hunting with them during their meeting.....he would have never gone to the Alamo or met up with the consequences of the Mexican Army. In such a case.....you'd have to wonder where exactly he would have ended up and if he might have been some future governor of California. Remember.....he was only forty-nine when he died at the Alamo.
As for the book? I'd highly endorse it as a reading and history project for a 10th grade class. They could complete the book in a week or two, and it'd probably draw out three or four discussion episodes for class participation.
Sunday, 3 May 2015
General Store - Greek Style
Alabama used to have shops like this, which thrived off of farmers and the local community. Most have dissolved away and simply something of a legend today.
Friday, 1 May 2015
Helmets and Greece
I noted after a week there in Athens....that I hadn't seen a single motorcycle accident. No, not a single one. No guys hit by a bus.....no one running off some embankment....no guy smashed flat by a garbage truck....nothing. In fact, I didn't even notice a drunk Greek on a motorcycle. Everyone seemed to know precisely what speed was safe and what was acceptable.
Now, I admit.....it's a statistic that folks don't think about much. In all of Athens, I'd take a guess that out of 789,000 residents....at least 100,000 folks ride scooters/motorcycles daily. If you do the math and various formulas.....it means they are fairly lucky folks.
On the subject of scooters.....I'd also make this observation....people aren't picky. I probably saw at least a hundred brand names.....some South Korean and Chinese models were out there.
The most interesting observation? I noticed that cops rode on some occasions with two guys to a bike......getting the second guy to some accident or violation episode.
Old Buildings
This was one of those buildings....around the Karameikos Cemetary (tourist area of town).
The roof? Yeah, it's already caved in. Grass growing on the first floor? Yep.
The odd thing is that it's on a fairly traveled street and you could tear down the structure and put up a bakery or coffee shop.
If a guy spent a week walking around, I'd take a guess that you'd see around 500 such structures in town like this. Maybe it's a ownership issue or just a court thing where folks argue about who gets Uncle Joe's old rental property on such-and-such street. I don't know.....maybe it's just the the way that things work there.
Worrying about something falling over? Well.....they do put up a marginal catch-net and if it's just a stone or two.....you'd be ok. I'm guessing they don't have big wind storms like you have in Germany or the US.
Jury Duty of the Old Days
Around three-thousand years ago in 'civilized' Athens Greece.....if you were a property owner and free man....you had rights and responsibilities.
One of those responsibilities.....occasionally involved you being ordered to some town square and a jury being formed up from outstanding citizens of the town.
As you'd notice in today's world.....there's be arguments over fairness and the selection process.
In those days....of ancient Greece....a guy sat down and thought about fairness and eventually devised a jury duty process. A stone-mason got called in, and told to chisel out this unique (19 x 11 spots) and a piece of paper would be in each with a black or white end. You'd walk up.....draw your paper....and if black, then you were sitting on a jury for today.
Questions to get you disqualified from a jury? No one says much over the Greek routine, and I kinda doubt that anyone could come up with justification to deny himself or some guy on a jury. If picked.....you kinda served. But on the other hand.....I doubt if any Greek jury meeting took more than eight to twelve hours, and maybe five or six witnesses. You could probably utter the word "liar" out loud if you didn't believe his story.
Oddly.....the stone method worked. For this.....we need to sit back and ask ourselves if our lives have improved over the past three thousand years.
Greek Strawberries
Most have gimmicks. Some big talker out front. Some gal in a skimpy blouse.
I came upon this one guy who had spent a fair amount of time that morning as he set up his stand.....organizing strawberries. It's the kind of image that you stand over and admire.
There's probably thirty minutes of effort put into this strawberry display.
How many does the guy sell per day? Unknown. Maybe the whole trailer is gone by close of business and he starts fresh in the morning.
Fresh? That's the curious thing.....most all strawberries you come across in Greece are locally grown, and have a naturally great taste to them. I've come to notice some of those you buy in Germany.....have a non-descriptive taste to them (like they were grown in some Dutch glass-garden warehouse operation).
An artist at work? I have to say that I stood there for two or three minutes admiring the display and the effort of the guy.
WD-40
This past week, I was on vacation in Greece.
I passed by a little mom-and-pop 'Home Depot' operation in Athens, Greece on some side street.....and here was WD-40.
I suspect there's something about the name, and the way it's marketed around the world. A guy will buy a can and that's all he needs for the next five years as he sprays here and there for some remarkable oily situation.
I could probably walk into ninety percent of homes and ask the guy if he had a can.....and he'd grin for a moment and admit he's got one in the basement or garage. His wife? She'd ask what the heck WD-40 was and just say look in the garage.
Thugs, Hoodlums, Martyrs, and Baltimore
I've been on 'holiday' in Greece for a week, and the only English network available at the hotel....was CNN. Naturally, the Baltimore riots are just about the only thing that CNN covered beyond the Nepal earthquake. So, I sat and watched report after report. After a while, you turn off the TV and you ponder. Observations occur.
First, these are basically two-star hoodlums. We have them in Germany and England as well. They come out.....get active for a couple of days....burn off steam....destroy police vehicles....engage with intent to harm the cops....destroy public and private property.....pretend to have some agenda but it rarely says much of anything....and then retreat into the shadows.
Second, hoodlums can be of limited varieties. If you look around.....you rarely find any Latino hoodlums. The days of religious hoodlums ended around 1700 (after the Thirty Years War). These days, the hoodlum trade is made up of blacks and anti-capitalists. Women rarely fall into the hoodlum profession. I'm not sure why.....maybe they've got other priorities in life....demand nearby toilet services which never occur for a proper riot.....or just think it's stupid to destroy property. Based on video of the Baltimore riots.....I'd take a guess that it's ninety-percent male. I also noted that you just didn't see any guy over the age of forty, which is typical of most Germany hoodlum events.
Third, hoodlum riots can start up because of a good martyr situation. Most folks can't define martyr.....so I'll give you the simple basic wording: a guy who was in the wrong place, at the wrong time, and met up with a misfortune act.....which usually leads to death by the authorities or cops. The dead guy then becomes a symbol for the hoodlums.....who can base their violent acts on the poor martyr guy.
Some famous martyrs? Athanasios Diakos (famous Greek martyr from 1821 who was killed by the Turks. He'd been offered various deals to just surrender and he refused.....noting at the end that he was Greek and would forever be Greek), Socrates (he made some unfortunate negative comments against the Gods, thus showing disrespect, and the authorities had to make the religious guys happy by killing Socrates....note: Socrates drank the poison willingly to demonstrate principal), and Joan of Arc (leading the French army onto victory but turned into a problem for the Catholic Church).
These recent martyrs within the last couple of years? Trayvon Martin. He's the kid who was suspended five times from school for unknown activities, a problem-kid who'd been sent to live with dad, who encountered some "white-Latino" and some conflict occurred, with Martin ending up on top of the white-Latino in an assault type position, then shot dead.
Micheal Brown? Another kid who seemed to have money for marijuana but not enough money for cigars which had to shoplift and steal from some grocery. Upon leaving the grocery and walking home......he and his associate decide to walk down the middle of some street (on the line), encounter one cop, engage in a short discussion, determines the cop disrespected him, and joins into some type of episode where the cop shoots him in the back. Oddly, the autopsy shows Brown standing in front of the cop and in a higher position very close to the cop.
Eric Garner? A guy whose entire profession of supporting his family is to sell loose and untaxed New York City smokes. Arrested on numerous occasions for the same type charge.....for some odd reason stood his ground and refused to be arrested peacefully (there's even another charge for disrespecting a cops arrest but why even bring that up). The cop puts a choke-hold on the guy....rather than tasering him. The fact that Garner was not in fabulously great health should be part of the story, but it's kinda left out.
Freddie Gray? A guy who got a check each month for a lead-paint episode as a kid. Freddie had almost twenty arrests.....mostly for drugs. His health? He had asthma.....which might be linked back to the lead-paint business. On his final day of life, his martyrdom starts with Freddie in a drug-purchase area when the cops do a sweep. Freddie runs.....gets arrested....tossed into the back of a holding vehicle.....has a asthma attack and asks for his inhaler. The cops don't say much but apparently Freddie doesn't get his inhaler, goes into convulsions in the back (either from the asthma or the drug he ingested). Freddie knocks himself around, suffers spinal injuries, and dies.
It's hard to make a real martyr out of these four guys, but for the sake of the argument.....they will serve some purpose. Perhaps like Joan of Arc or any number of a dozen Greek martyrs.....each will get a statue some day.
Third, the cops. In 1965.....a cop had four potential threats of a marginal nature to face each day. Drunks? They were typically friendly and cops on some occasions would just drive the drunk home (we were actually that friendly at one point). The weed smokers? These were the guys who just wanted to talk and talk and talk. Cops would just toss them into the tank and let the court system work as intended. The crazies? Cops were a bit worried over them because you just couldn't be sure of the end-game. Finally, the crook? Yeah, these were guys who'd rob a gas station for a hundred bucks.
Today? The cop has a strange element that arrived in the 1980s.....drugs. Between PCP, meth, bath salts, cocaine, and a hundred-odd drugs....you sit there as a cop each day and review your reaction situations if "X" occurs or if you engage some whacko with a machete on PCP. Just because he's doped up......he's a potential martyr. Hundreds will riot because of the death of a whacko on PCP and waving a machete in the air. That's how silly and how disturbing all of this has become.
The new cops of today? They look more like military MPs than regular cops. They can't behave or act like Andy Griffith of Mayberry because they'd be dead within the first year of employment.
Finally, I come to Baltimore. You can draw a six-block circle with a green marker on the area around the harbor and the baseball stadium.....that's the only safe place in Baltimore for you as a tourist. If you go anywhere else in the city.....it's dangerous. Drugs? You can buy any drug you want....even LSD and heron. The city leadership? They concentrate on the protected area near the harbor and sell convention opportunities at the nice hotels around the harbor. Ever since drugs arrived in the 1980s....the city leadership has staged a weekly round-up of drug thugs as their gimmick of choice......showing they have control, when they don't have control.
How many companies have made a decision to set up shop in Baltimore in the past decade? Few if any. Heading further west.....a hundred miles.....it's a different story, with various companies setting up shop and doing business in DC. Baltimore as a city....is dying. The remaining cops will protect the green-zone, and try to fake the public enough into believing it's still a legitimate city (it's not).
The mayor of Baltimore? She was on some fast-riser list and would have gone onto some senator status quickly, and maybe within ten years been on someone's presidential candidate list. Her actions over the past week? Probably enough to stall those plans.
To sum it all up.....we've arrived in a new world where hoodlums, martyrs, and thugs are part of the society. To be honest....the modern martyrs are fakes but that's our own undoing. The icing on this cake is an active news media which turns some hoodlum episode into an epic news piece.....kinda like a Greek opera with numerous characters and some fat lady singing a woeful song near the end. And we treat it like entertainment (something that Socrates would just shake his head over).
First, these are basically two-star hoodlums. We have them in Germany and England as well. They come out.....get active for a couple of days....burn off steam....destroy police vehicles....engage with intent to harm the cops....destroy public and private property.....pretend to have some agenda but it rarely says much of anything....and then retreat into the shadows.
Second, hoodlums can be of limited varieties. If you look around.....you rarely find any Latino hoodlums. The days of religious hoodlums ended around 1700 (after the Thirty Years War). These days, the hoodlum trade is made up of blacks and anti-capitalists. Women rarely fall into the hoodlum profession. I'm not sure why.....maybe they've got other priorities in life....demand nearby toilet services which never occur for a proper riot.....or just think it's stupid to destroy property. Based on video of the Baltimore riots.....I'd take a guess that it's ninety-percent male. I also noted that you just didn't see any guy over the age of forty, which is typical of most Germany hoodlum events.
Third, hoodlum riots can start up because of a good martyr situation. Most folks can't define martyr.....so I'll give you the simple basic wording: a guy who was in the wrong place, at the wrong time, and met up with a misfortune act.....which usually leads to death by the authorities or cops. The dead guy then becomes a symbol for the hoodlums.....who can base their violent acts on the poor martyr guy.
Some famous martyrs? Athanasios Diakos (famous Greek martyr from 1821 who was killed by the Turks. He'd been offered various deals to just surrender and he refused.....noting at the end that he was Greek and would forever be Greek), Socrates (he made some unfortunate negative comments against the Gods, thus showing disrespect, and the authorities had to make the religious guys happy by killing Socrates....note: Socrates drank the poison willingly to demonstrate principal), and Joan of Arc (leading the French army onto victory but turned into a problem for the Catholic Church).
These recent martyrs within the last couple of years? Trayvon Martin. He's the kid who was suspended five times from school for unknown activities, a problem-kid who'd been sent to live with dad, who encountered some "white-Latino" and some conflict occurred, with Martin ending up on top of the white-Latino in an assault type position, then shot dead.
Micheal Brown? Another kid who seemed to have money for marijuana but not enough money for cigars which had to shoplift and steal from some grocery. Upon leaving the grocery and walking home......he and his associate decide to walk down the middle of some street (on the line), encounter one cop, engage in a short discussion, determines the cop disrespected him, and joins into some type of episode where the cop shoots him in the back. Oddly, the autopsy shows Brown standing in front of the cop and in a higher position very close to the cop.
Eric Garner? A guy whose entire profession of supporting his family is to sell loose and untaxed New York City smokes. Arrested on numerous occasions for the same type charge.....for some odd reason stood his ground and refused to be arrested peacefully (there's even another charge for disrespecting a cops arrest but why even bring that up). The cop puts a choke-hold on the guy....rather than tasering him. The fact that Garner was not in fabulously great health should be part of the story, but it's kinda left out.
Freddie Gray? A guy who got a check each month for a lead-paint episode as a kid. Freddie had almost twenty arrests.....mostly for drugs. His health? He had asthma.....which might be linked back to the lead-paint business. On his final day of life, his martyrdom starts with Freddie in a drug-purchase area when the cops do a sweep. Freddie runs.....gets arrested....tossed into the back of a holding vehicle.....has a asthma attack and asks for his inhaler. The cops don't say much but apparently Freddie doesn't get his inhaler, goes into convulsions in the back (either from the asthma or the drug he ingested). Freddie knocks himself around, suffers spinal injuries, and dies.
It's hard to make a real martyr out of these four guys, but for the sake of the argument.....they will serve some purpose. Perhaps like Joan of Arc or any number of a dozen Greek martyrs.....each will get a statue some day.
Third, the cops. In 1965.....a cop had four potential threats of a marginal nature to face each day. Drunks? They were typically friendly and cops on some occasions would just drive the drunk home (we were actually that friendly at one point). The weed smokers? These were the guys who just wanted to talk and talk and talk. Cops would just toss them into the tank and let the court system work as intended. The crazies? Cops were a bit worried over them because you just couldn't be sure of the end-game. Finally, the crook? Yeah, these were guys who'd rob a gas station for a hundred bucks.
Today? The cop has a strange element that arrived in the 1980s.....drugs. Between PCP, meth, bath salts, cocaine, and a hundred-odd drugs....you sit there as a cop each day and review your reaction situations if "X" occurs or if you engage some whacko with a machete on PCP. Just because he's doped up......he's a potential martyr. Hundreds will riot because of the death of a whacko on PCP and waving a machete in the air. That's how silly and how disturbing all of this has become.
The new cops of today? They look more like military MPs than regular cops. They can't behave or act like Andy Griffith of Mayberry because they'd be dead within the first year of employment.
Finally, I come to Baltimore. You can draw a six-block circle with a green marker on the area around the harbor and the baseball stadium.....that's the only safe place in Baltimore for you as a tourist. If you go anywhere else in the city.....it's dangerous. Drugs? You can buy any drug you want....even LSD and heron. The city leadership? They concentrate on the protected area near the harbor and sell convention opportunities at the nice hotels around the harbor. Ever since drugs arrived in the 1980s....the city leadership has staged a weekly round-up of drug thugs as their gimmick of choice......showing they have control, when they don't have control.
How many companies have made a decision to set up shop in Baltimore in the past decade? Few if any. Heading further west.....a hundred miles.....it's a different story, with various companies setting up shop and doing business in DC. Baltimore as a city....is dying. The remaining cops will protect the green-zone, and try to fake the public enough into believing it's still a legitimate city (it's not).
The mayor of Baltimore? She was on some fast-riser list and would have gone onto some senator status quickly, and maybe within ten years been on someone's presidential candidate list. Her actions over the past week? Probably enough to stall those plans.
To sum it all up.....we've arrived in a new world where hoodlums, martyrs, and thugs are part of the society. To be honest....the modern martyrs are fakes but that's our own undoing. The icing on this cake is an active news media which turns some hoodlum episode into an epic news piece.....kinda like a Greek opera with numerous characters and some fat lady singing a woeful song near the end. And we treat it like entertainment (something that Socrates would just shake his head over).
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