Watch Your Mouth

The prettiest smiles hide the deepest secrets. The prettiest eyes have cried the most tears and the kindest hearts have felt the most pain.

Every day we walk past others making spot judgements about their lives. We make internal comments about what they should or should not have, and how they ought to feel based on what we perceive as their reality. The truth of the matter is, we do not have any idea about their lives, and our attempts to file them in our mental matrix often do them a grave injustice.

A wise man once said, “Opinions are like assholes…everyone has one and most of them stink.” I say that if you are hard pressed to share that stinking opinion, please keep in mind that you might offend the person you are talking to. Your generalized opinion about society might actually touch a nerve, and could hurt the person you are talking with more than you know.

I try to be kind, and do not’ say much about the problems of others. This is because I have my own host of issues, and hate it when others are insensitive and say stuff that hurts me. All I am saying is that others should do the same.

 

 

All About My New Job

On March 7, 2016, I started a new job working for the federal Government as a Defense Contract Administrator. This job is both mentally challenging and educational. While I am prohibited from discussing the details of what I do for Uncle Sam, I can say that it involves purchasing parts, pieces, and services to support the war fighter. My family has a history of military service, and it brings me pleasure to do my part in protecting the country.

So far I have had one temporary duty assignment, and been placed in a two-year training program that is training me to perform procurements at all levels. The big focus form my supervisor was that I am to remain fiscally responsible. I am not allowed to purchase overly expensive items, and the quickest way to lose my job is to accept gratuities for preferential treatment of a contractor. I have been trained to spot fraud, and generally protect the government’s money (I.E. your tax dollars) with my life.

Even though the job sounds complicated and full of pit falls with alligators ready to bite your ass off, it is a lot of fun. I work with a group of amazing people; I enjoy my job, and most of all I get the feeling that I am providing a valuable service. It is not my ultimate career goal, but for now, this job is just good enough to keep me happy and relatively financially comfortable.

 

 

Trump The Chump

His net worth, according to the latest figures from Forbes.com, is 4.5 Billion dollars. He is arguably the GOP’s most successful, strong, and charismatic candidate; and yet I can’t stand him. It’s not because I belong to some other party as I have no affiliation. I just don’t think Trump is up to the job.

 

Do I think that his business acumen would help the country? Yes. The Trump Organization earned nearly $605 million in revenue last year, and managed to clear somewhere between $275 and $325 million in profit. He has had successful TV shows (I.E. the Celebrity Apprentice,) shown skill at property development with Trump Tower, and been a master of the deal with careful investments. But is hea ready to be CEO of the United States? Absolutely not.

 

The problem with the Donald is that he’s a pompous arrogant jackass. Granted that he has earned the title over the years, but when it comes down to running a country, you’ve got to have diplomacy. You’ve got to be willing to swallow the failures of others who work for you, acceptant of those who think differently, and put a cap on what is becoming a bad case of logorrhea.

 

His mouth needs a serious filter. If he wins the presidency, we’ll have world leaders known for such gems as:

 

  • Part of the beauty of me is that I am very rich.
  • A certificate of live birth is not the same thing by any stretch of the imagination as a birth certificate.
  • Laziness is a trait in blacks.
  • Free trade is terrible. Free trade can be wonderful if you have smart people. But we have stupid people.

(Read: 50 Donald Trump Quotes That Are So Dumb They’ll Make Your Brain Hurt.)

 

I really don’t think this person deserves to be in charge of my country. Granted, if he wins, I will respect the office. Any man or woman who has the cohunes to make the tough decisions has my admiration and respect. But as a person, as someone who is a private citizen and who cares about his country I cannot and will not vote for or endorse this man as the next leader of the United States.

Say It to My Face

You know what makes me sick? You know what makes me so mad I just want to start handing out signs that say “Hey I’m a sniveling butt munch?” People who sarcastically talk about you behind your back, but not to your face.

I see this most in the youth of today, people 20 and younger, but the behavior can manifest at any age. People will smile in your face, and tell you how awesome or cool you are, but behind your back call you everything but a child of God. They do this because they really don’t like you, but are too chicken to say how they really feel about you.

The worst offender stake the sarcasm to the next level by adding an affectation to their voice as if uncomplimentary mimicry is a type of shield and that shield will protect them from wrath or reprisal. Such mimicry is not a shield but a sign that says that your command of language is not strong enough, and you must resort to imitation in order to get your point across.

The fact that you are doing this to someone else, and not the person you have the problem with says that either you are searching for a way to find entertainment at the expense of others, or you are afraid of the other person so feel that you have to speak behind their back.

Let me tell you, person with the IQ of a piece of bread pudding, you are only making yourself look like an asshole. If you want to say something about someone, say it toothier face. Put on your big boy drawls or big girl panties, and speak your mind. You will likely receive more respect for opening your mouth and speaking your mind, than you will if you resemble a grammar school brat.

You will definitely gain the reputation of someone who is firm in their opinions, and who is not afraid of confrontation. This, in case you were wondering, is a good thing.

Mac Minded

Over the past few days, I have engaged on a technical learning experience. I have decided to take the plunge from the world of PC to Mac. The journey, thus far, has been aggravating at times, but I feel that with a total emersion experience, at least at home, I will be able to become proficient.

Macs are not new to me. In fact, my first computer was of the Apple persuasion. Macs have come a long way since then, but the layout has not changed overly much since the days of my usage in 1996. Oh yes, it is true that there are more visual elements, and the invention of the Spotlight feature has made my life easier, but in general, I am able to fall back on my knowledge of the Mac’s architecture to accomplish the vast majority of the things I do with a computer on a daily basis.

Don’t get me wrong, there are days when I would love to throw this computer out of a window, but I know that this is only a temporary irritation. Never the less, that evil gleam in my eye, is there for a reason, and will likely be there until I learn this confounded contraption.

Educational Student Journalism

In my opinion, the best way to prevent drug use and abuse among our youth is increased education. I’m not talking about the McGruff television advertising campaigns, or the Mr. Mackey guidance counselors who go into classrooms saying “drugs are bad…mkay?” I mean real talk education and journalism done by the students themselves.

 

 

SaraRose Martin, an 18 year-old senior of Fauquier High School and co-editor of the school paper, had the same idea. She penned a story about the process and dangers related to “Dabbing.” Dabbing, involves smoking a distilled version of the active ingredients in marijuana off a nail, delivering a powerful high.

 

 

This process was already in practice among some of the youth she knew, and her idea was to educate them about the effects of their “recreational behavior” so that they would stop. Smart girl!

 

 

The principal of the school, in his infinite wisdom, pulled the article from the school paper saying that it was too “mature” for the paper. “In a letter to Martin, he wrote that he was concerned that students would “be exposed to a new and dangerous drug without adult guidance.” (The Washington Post 2015)

 

 

Following the U.S. Supreme Court’s Hazelwood decision in 1988, school administrators are able to preview student publications, and have full censorship authority. This authority, in my opinion, does not mean that they should prevent the distribution of knowledge.  The proper step in this case would have been to require that either the article be written so that the article read more as a public service announcement for educational purposes, or that she include interviews with health teachers and the school nurse to gain medical creditability, while reinforcing the school’s policies regarding drugs.

 

 

Personally, I have never used drugs. I received my education by observing my schoolmates, neighbors, and family members. I have seen what it does to the body and want no part of that for me. Being a scholarly type, I read the school paper, and would have enjoyed the banned article finding it educational.

 

 

At least, young Ms. Martin’s peace received some press online.

 

 

Let’s encourage our youth so that they will make informed life choices. Let us not fall into the pit of censorship out of fear. In the end, we are all educators, and our examples feed our future.

 

 

Here’s a taste of SaraRose’s article:

 

 

Dabs, also known as hash oil or Butane Hash Oil (BHO), is the most recent craze to dominate the drug subculture. To create dabs, marijuana’s active ingredient, THC, is extracted using butane to make wax concentrate, which is then “dabbed” onto a plate, known as a nail, that has been heated with a blowtorch. When the resulting vapor is inhaled, the user receives a direct hit of 70 to 90 percent THC, nearly three times the potency of smoking strong marijuana strains. The new drug phenomenon is known as dabbing.

 

Senior Tim O’Leary, whose name has been changed to protect his identity, said that dabbing appeared in Fauquier County only a few years ago, and it’s gaining popularity. Dabs are small, easy to conceal and make, and produce no distinctive pot odor, which might lead to detection. The popular reference to smoking marijuana, 4:20, has been replaced by 7:10 (OIL upside down).

Read more on FauquierNow.com

 

Daylight Saving Time

It’s that time again. Its time to go around the house before bed and shift the time on all the clocks up an hour to conform to a silly governmental time standard that says we gain or lose an hour. Personally, I plan to wait until tomorrow morning and change clocks as I pass them. Not because I am just being Cantankerous, but because I, like the majority of people born after 1980 use a smart phone as my main clock and it changes automagically.

I understand the reasoning behind the Daylight Saving Time theory. Farmers needed to have a different time schedule for handling their crops and some lobbying group, probably big cereal, bullied the government into changing the time for everyone as at the time most people had a connection to the farm.
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