Connecticut Gun Control Bill

213. Only slow kids need play here.

I noticed in the endless stream of AP news items that Connecticut has passed a wide-ranging gun control bill that places important controls on gun ownership. I was looking for links to news stories and I refuse to link to Fox News, any New York City toilet rag, or the New York Times only because their links aren’t durable and so there is no point to link to them in a blog, historically the links just bellyflop years later. CNN articles from 2006? Good luck with that. So, Connecticut has new gun safety laws. This makes Connecticut more attractive option to migration for me. The law makes the state safer than the other states, and that opens up a new line of pressure for the states to decide on their gun laws. It’ll be less about personal liberties and the overworked 2nd Amendment and more about population dynamics and taxpayers. If all your taxpayers decide to move to a state where their children won’t be shot randomly, then they will be paying taxes to that state and not the more dangerous ones. These bills could become new tools for state tourism authorities to promote their states when it comes to safety. “Come and visit Connecticut, we are safer.” If it becomes an actual population pressure, then I bet more states will start adopting gun control laws in order to retain their populations. The only thing that a state really fears is negative migration. Perhaps it’s time to stop talking about guns, ammunition and magazines and start talking about public safety issues. It’s subterfuge of course, but really it’s not. It’s got more to do with living children than dead ones.

The image of a dead toddler is the one thing that the NRA cannot blot out. That image sears itself into anyone who looks on it. All your arguments mean nothing when launched over a 3 foot long coffin! It’s a wretched commentary on American life that it takes dead children to force adults to cut the shit and take things like guns seriously.

These aren’t fun little toys, they are tools of death.

North Carolina May Declare Official State Religion Under New Bill

"The Year of Jubilee has come! Let all the People Rejoice!" -- Kenosha (WI) Civil War Museum 2012North Carolina May Declare Official State Religion Under New Bill.

There is something absolutely magical about stories like these. They are thrumming with the excitement and promise of what the Civil War was all about. Rebel states filled with rebels convinced that States were above Union. We started this on April 12, 1861 and we concluded it on May 9th, 1865. So here is North Carolina, a previous rebellious state pushing the buttons on the Union, again.

So, what does this bill do? It ignores the deaths of 625,000 Americans who died during the Civil War all so North Carolina can whine petulantly and act out.

There has always been a simmering discontent between the North and the South. The war was concluded but the problem was never really resolved and you see the worm turn in stories like these. North Carolina is still a rebel state filled with rebels. Apparently LOSING THE WAR didn’t impress upon them their pecking order in things.

Not that there will be another Civil War, or at least not shaped like the last one. The next one will be polarized between liberals and conservatives. Neither side is listening so we’re eventually going to have to go to war again to resolve these issues. All anyone has to do is wait. The South will rise again, and with them, the seeds of their defeat, again. We could skip all of this fun, but since North Carolina didn’t learn their lesson the first time, perhaps we need a reprise.

photo by: Ron Cogswell

e-Cycle and Gas Station Sushi

Used 1985 Cadillac EldoradoI sent three old iPhone 4’s to e-Cycle for recycling, they had a relatively good buy-back rate for the old devices. Of the three that I sent, only one was accepted. The other two were shredded and I got nothing for them, other than the vague satisfaction that the hazardous materials in them were recycled, probably.

I can’t really blame the company, it’s all there in black and white. Don’t send phones with active lines on them. Oops, that was my fault, but after hearing that they had this problem I thought I could just go into Verizon’s site and mark the lines as suspended. That didn’t do the trick. So the phones were summarily destroyed and recycled. I think that’s the part I don’t get, the rush to obliteration. Then again, I do get it, it’s a company trying to maximize all their angles and this is a rather convenient angle. It strikes me that they could have simply shipped the phones back to me or perhaps told me that my attempt at suspend didn’t work. Instead, they took the silent and cheap way out – shred the phones and mark the Unit Price as $0.00.

So, do I do business with e-Cycle in the future? I don’t know. I have learned my lesson at least, a phone you haven’t used in six months may still have a line on it. I don’t think I’ll be doing any further business with e-Cycle. It’s not because of anything overtly naughty, but just the sense that they didn’t care to even get back to me after I tried to disconnect the lines – that haste to simply shred and zero-balance fills me with doubt as to whether I got a fair shake on that deal, or not. I’m thinking not. While it wasn’t against any of the fine print, it did leave a rather bitter taste in my mouth, and I did learn a lot dealing with them, so perhaps in the end, it was good for everyone. I got a lesson, they lost a customer, and I’m wiser next time.

Now, to see if e-Cycle has any competitors.

UPDATE: They do have competitors, so at least there is a wide field available. Also turns out that the reports of the devices shredding were perhaps premature. They were found in a box, waiting for Verizon to disconnect them, since I sent that little nugget to Verizon today, it may take a bit for those devices to register as disconnected. I’ll update more as events unfold.

Double Tap Moriarty, Sherlock!

The problem with being a fan is that the shows we enjoy sometimes accidentally engage in a limited kind of inter-textual cross-pollination. In the latest episode of Sherlock, we see Moriarty shoot himself. This supposedly takes Moriarty off the chess board.

We know from Zombieland and to a lesser extent Supernatural that the big bad is never really off the chess board until you decapitate the body (double-tap), bury the bones, salt them, and set them on fire. Then bury the remains and bless it with an uncorrupt religious figure.

I posit that both Sherlock and Moriarty survived Richenbach Falls. All we saw was some blood leaking out of Moriarty. Not extensive cranial destruction a shot to the head would entail, so it was theater. It looked like he shot himself, but after Sherlock performed his whammy I bet Moriarty got up, dusted off his pants and made his way out being the ultimate expression of his character. A dead mastermind. This has got to be how it is, otherwise it would pooh pooh the power of deductive reasoning that Sherlock is rooted in!

Characters, especially leads never die. Except in King Lear. Then they die a lot. Lovely death, there. 🙂

I love Sherlock more than salt.

PAD 3/24/2013 – Competition

What activity, task, or game most brings out your competitive streak?

I’ve never been very competitive. I have been related things before however. I’ve been impatient, I’ve been disappointed, but mostly it’s because I don’t measure personal success just for myself, but rather did I help anything greater than myself improve? That’s what I’m most proud of, not the little personal wins, but the huge towering wins that an entire band of people can claim working together. I rarely have these feelings mind you, so infrequent I do treasure them when they come.

Mostly I don’t follow sports or engage much in game play. The only guilty pleasure I have is Letterpress, but even in that game I’m not lusting after winning, or even smurfing my opponents. I’m much more apt to enjoy a long game where people leave the obviously difficult-to-play character alone, say a lonely Q, Z, or X and spend the rest of the time trying to assemble words to move the game along. In many ways, the way I play a game is a lot like that saying you’ve heard about enjoying the journey more than the destination when you are going someplace new. The destination is rarely as rah-rah as the journey it took to get there. Unless you’re speaking about Paris, in that case, it’s the opposite.

I try not to play with overly competitive people because if I win, they lose poorly and if I lose, they gloat. They are usually poor losers and poor winners. The best response to winning a game is to offer the loser to play again. The best response to losing a game is to offer the winner to play again. Again it’s not about the number of right or wrong, win or lose, but in how much fun you had. Life is a lot like Who’s Line, the games are made up and the points don’t matter.

PAD 3/20/2013 – INTJ

Do parties and crowds fill you with energy, or send you scurrying for peace and quiet?

I quite enjoy throwing parties and attending them, however it has a limit. There is only so much socialization I can do before it starts to really wear me down. I need a balance, much like the tides are balanced, so if I spend too much time traveling and feeling disconnected I balance that out with staying at home and reading, for example. I couldn’t put on the mantle of the high-pressure socializer for very long before I would devolve into a grumpy, grunting misanthrope. For all the wonders that are other people, hell is other people as well. Take everything in measure, including them. It’s the times when you don’t have to deal with other people that gives you the recharged batteries to put up with other people when you must. The balance must always be maintained.

SmashBurger Bigotry

Back in 2010 there was a new hamburger shop opening up to much fanfare. The place was called SmashBurger and I wrote a review of the establishment. I didn’t like their food and now I have reason to not like them for anything else. According to this article the owners of our local SmashBurger are homophobic bigots.

So, wretched food and hate?! Golly, missing that will be a joy! If you like this place, I seriously ask you to think about where you buy things, and who you support with your money. Culvers is just a few miles down the road, you can get better food, cheaper, without the hate.

WordPress Jetpack 2.2.1 Success

SparklerAt least JetPack for WordPress 2.2.1 upgraded without any fanfare. Everything still works too! For the blogs that I manage that had it, it’s updated. Wheee!

P.S. If anyone would like their own blog on our domain just let me know. I can set it up for you lickety-split and even manage it for you if you like. For free. Yes-suh. 🙂

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The Troll Takes The Toll

I’ve held true to the concept that all outsider groups need to pay an admission in order to enter mainstream society. Germans, Japanese, the worthless Irish… They all needed to pay to play. From “No *** need apply” to forced internment camps all the way to dying of malaria while building a canal. Each group gets the short end of the pointy stick before they are admitted. A group that doesn’t pay never really earns it. Sometimes the payment is made in lives, sometimes it’s violent and is paid with blood, but always it is paid.

What about gay equality? Not just marriage, but that is a part of it. All are equal under the law. At least that’s the goal. But what I want to know is what is the price for this goal? I mean, did we bleed enough in the Halocaust (gays got it just like the Jews), how about the Stonewall Riots? We have adorable parades where we dress up and entertain everybody with our harmless antics, but is that payment enough? How much to be taken seriously. How much is that respect, in the window, the one with the consequential tail?

Perhaps this is the first time when we can pay using a more refined and evolved currency. Not being segregated, special bus seats, separate but equal *amenities*… Something classier, more stylish, more bitchy? Here’s a capital idea, come out of the closet. Announce your true self to everyone and damn the torpedoes of bigotry and ignorance, full speed ahead! If everyone came out who was gay, gay wouldn’t be so much of a big deal. Perhaps we could be as plain and uninteresting as to lose the word gay altogether and we can hand it back to Christmas where it belongs. There is nothing special about us, were plain folk who do plain things. We’re just picky about dangly bits.

These red equality symbols have a great meaning and I’m plugging in more meaning than probably was intended, so, deal with it. The extended meaning is this, once you pull the skin off anyone, no matter if they are a man, a woman, an Asian, a black, or a gay man or lesbian you have the exact same thing each and every time. A bloody screaming mess that looks indistinguishable from any other bloody screaming mess. Deep down, skinless, aren’t we all the same? Aren’t we all bloody screaming messes? So with that inspiration, what is different about getting any service rendered that other people can take advantage of? Think of it this way, with our skins on we don’t make such a mess, we don’t scream in agony, and we’re just like everyone else. Its better if you just let us lead our lives — skin-on.

This comparison is at the heart of the sadness and ineffable ignorance that is bigotry. Why does it bother bigots so much? It bothers bigots because they are in a fight-to-the-death battle with their mirrors. What is gay marriage to you? Why is it so important that we have to fight over it, that we have to have the highest court in the land decide on it? Look in the mirror and see your enemy. That which you hate you see when you look in the mirror. Once the bigots understand their fight is with a mirror, everything else becomes thoughtlessly simple, obvious in fact. Embarrassingly so.

Burning Sage

Holy Pickled Pomegranate Batman !I just received my invitation to attend Sage Summit 2013 in Washington, DC from July 23rd to the 26th at Gaylord National Hotel and Resort.

Since Sage dropped the hot potatoes it was juggling, this yearly pilgrimage is now utterly laughable and irrelevant. Not only will I not go to Washington, DC in the pit of Summer but I will definitely not be going to another Gaylord property. Those “resorts”, especially the abomination in Nashville Tennessee is a crime against humanity and an insult against nature.

My “most favored thing” today that I will do is to click the Unsubscribe button to all Sage communications. My interest drops like wet trousers around the ankles of my professional disgust. Tootles!

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