Writers that Don’t.

April 12, 2020 – I knew that post was going to generate a lot negative reactions in the writer’s groups. Most of them have conventions or policies discouraging or disallowing political posts completely and I assumed some of them would remove it. And most of the audience there are not writers but endeavor to be, which does in fact make them a writer. Writing makes you a writer, paid or otherwise. Same thing with music.

This was the post in case you missed it. From April 10, 2020:

https://rangothedog.com/2020/05/24/inevitable/

I’m not sure why writers in the writers group don’t post their writing but there are a lot reasons why I can think of. I suspect it’s because of all the negativity, people pointing out grammatical errors or deficiencies in plot, character development and narrative with the intended side effect of confirming their superiority over a middle-aged housewife who finally asserts herself enough to walk through the flames of public derision and ask if she’s on the write track. 30 minutes and 100 comments later she decides she’s not a good enough writer and that’s the last post for a while, possibly forever.

Meanwhile 99 guys who don’t post their writing but are happy to answer questions from inferior writers and demonstrate how their mom never taught them how to be polite or constructive, particularly when someone asks for your help, have affirmed their superiority even though they already knew it. But that’s why they like to hang out in writer’s groups. To remind people of their inferiority and not post anything because that’s precisely why the other guys are there and they know what will happen if they do.

A few are paid and don’t post their writing due to the fact they’re trying to preserve their intellectual capital on Amazon because that’s how they eat and pay rent so it’s a social media asset for them and they have an obligation to their families to help them eat too, so they post snippets or reviews. Some of the reviews are extremely compelling because their mom wrote it, and she has the same grammatical anti-patterns as their writer spawn do because that’s how moms work. They teach you to speak and write and when you’re older they go looking for support in a writer’s group because they love writing, they are a writer, and they want to get better at it. But 30 minutes and 100 comments later they’re posting an Amazon review for their baby boy and hanging up the sheets he doesn’t wash on the same clothes line as her hopes and dreams, thinking about the novel she’s not going to write because of her publicly demonstrated inferiority.

Meanwhile her son is in her basement with an unused thesaurus he never read, improperly correcting the broken English grammar of a 24 year old Indonesian grad student who asked for advice in a Facebook writer’s group using the same grammatical antipatterns his mom taught him, but neither of them know any better and he is clearly superior and white and a male with clean sheets and a 5-star review.

There is another ring. An elite demographic of obviously superior writers who would never participate in a Facebook writer’s group. It’s a clear sign of defeat. And they might be right. But they still need to sell books because mom needs the rent and he needs clean sheets. Some of them sell mashed up wood pulp sliced very thin with words on it like you read on this computer at an anachronism called book stores.

You can buy them on Amazon now but they’re so huge they won’t fit into your computer so you use them once and then try to give them away. They cost $300 at a college but they last for six months, then can you sell them to some a freshmen for $150 and give mom her rent and roll around in your fresh sheets waiting for someone to ask you a question in a Facebook writers group that you knew the answer to $300 dollars ago.

I’m pretty sure that’s how books work because I don’t read them, I gave them all away so I could pay my mom the rent and move away. My sheets smelled good when I did but I don’t so the result was prectible and inevitable. She scolded me last night and told me that if I don’t wash my sheets I would smell like my rabbit. But he smells better than I do so that was a mom fail.

I let the conversation hang for a moment while I gloated over my clearly demonstrated indifference to cultural normatives and obviously superior position in the discussion. Then it occured to me that there’s a global pandemic and I might even have the virus, so right away my mind goes to my sheet’s potential as a bioweapon. That’s as old as smallpox in America, it’s practically a tradition. It’s important we learn from our forefathers how to establish a strategic social advantage from how they exploited their circumstances in history in the face of adversity. Because you never know when you’re going to need to commit genocide against an indigenous or clearly inferior population.

I’m a cybersecurity and biotech programmer that has worked for the government and a cyber crimes unit. So while my mom is waiting for me to respond to her remark about the rabbit smell it occurs to me that I don’t need the sheets at all, they’re bulky and stink like me and would give away your advantage, you should probably give them to Goodwill and ask her for new ones. Send her some money.

If you want to commit murder, terrorism, extortion, or genocide and you’re already infected, that’s all you need. You are the tool. It’s in your sheets but it’s also in the air you breath and the spit in your mouth. But the sheets are going to Goodwill and air is hard to spread around and be confident in your targeting.

So it comes down to spit, piss and blood. The piss has the same problem as the blanket, it stinks like me. Your attack has been detected due to a social distancing violation. Blood is bulky and not transparent unless its in microscopic quantities but there must be a certain satisfaction to a terrorist to see it spread around. They’ve seen that their whole life on TV so it’s more of a stylistic preference.

But spit is basically transparent unless you’ve been drinking coffee or have a cold or terrible hygiene that I would blame on your mother like I do. I blame her for everything. But if you brush your teeth like she tells you to you’ll smell minty fresh and everyone will like you and trust you more. Unless you’re 70 and your teeth are too white, nobody should trust an old man with white teeth.

So while she was waiting for me to respond or forgetting about the conversation about the smell of the sheets I tell her, never trust an old man with white teeth. And without hesitation and in perfect English, she agrees with me. I’m trying to adjust for confirmation bias in my bioweapon attack hypothesis by deferring to her wisdom and the fact that your mom is always right, she confirms my confirmation bias and the matter is closed, we both knew we were right.

Where do we put our spit so it’s innocuous and won’t expose you? Well it’s on my toothbrush. And it’s on every cup in the house and my pillow. But the pillow’s going to Goodwill too and I would look inappropriate walking around with a toothbrush because I rarely brush my teeth even though my mom gave me a toothbrush for my Birthday. They’re somewhat yellow but I’m 50 so I can walk through and obvious trust barrier with confidence due to our confirmation bias error and cross-cultural harmony and take comfort in the fact that I promised her a mop for Christmas so I feel like we’re even.

I realize I’m distracted. But the whole plan is coming together, and I’ve got a model in my head of how the attack would be concealed, delivered, executed and exploited. And there are obvious ways you could exploit the crisis and utilize a disadvantaged vulnerable person to execute your plan without making them feel bad because of your moral consideration for them and make some money while you’re doing it, you’re going to need it.

As for writer’s that don’t post writing but correct other writers freely, I don’t get it. Musician’s groups don’t do that. In your average Guitar group people share their music freely, listen to each other and sometimes comment on the aspects of your work they like. Rarely are they critical, and when they are an angry mob with torches and pitchforks shows up and calls them out. Don’t be a jerk. Lift your brother up.

Meanwhile the writers in the writers group that don’t write pounce on a single paragraph and gleefully write a treatise on its grammatical deficiencies and lack of story potential. Longer than the original post. There’s some kind of weird impedence mismatch / cognitive dissonance thing going on there so I don’t linger. I post my writing and get out. Everybody should, they’ll cut you to shreds unless you explicitly indicate not to in your post. Then they’ll chastise you for not knowing the protocol, you’re clearly an amateur.

Writers that don’t. On a high horse. Not a great optic from here in the sniper’s nest but I’m in no position to judge. But when juxtaposed against the guitar groups it’s hard to see the value proposition. Unless you like to be humiliated, and some people do. There’s no accounting for taste.

Loaded Cannon

Minneapolis is a loaded cannon right now.

The last thing anybody needs during the worst global pandemic in 100 years that disproportionately affects black people is to watch an old school execution by a white cop against a handcuffed black man while his cop buddies stood around and did nothing. Blue shield. Acquiescence to evil is evil.

George Floyd died begging to breathe and crying out for his mom. While pedestrians filmed it. Whey they pleaded with the cop to stop he applied more pressure and when they stepped forward to intervene he threatened them with mace.

The cop’s an avid Trump supporter. That is not a coincidence. The alt-right, white-power racists that are part of Trump’s base have been encouraged by his hate and cruel indifference. They feel justified in their racism because they think they are superior.

They act that way online as well. Everyone’s a libtard or a sheeple or a covidiot. They are shameless in their racist epithets and lead every argument with ad hominems. They want to feel superior.

The only way someone can slowly murder an innocent man live on Facebook and show no remorse is if he feels superior. Even a twisted mind needs to rationalize murder. They deserved it. They had it coming.

Racism is a maladaptive emotional response to societal pressure. So are sexism and homophobia, and the Trump kakistocracy is all in. They voted for a guy who’s blatantly racist and sexist and “loves the uneducated”. They lined up and had a parade.

The Economy of Cruelty

A meme just popped up on my Facebook page that states “We shut down a $22 trillion economy for a “virus” with a 0.1% death rate? The worst part is you cannot see the political corruption behind this”.

I enumerated my response but did not stick around for the reactions and inevitable ad hominems – libtard, sheeple, covidiot. Making Super Duper Missile daddy proud one day at a time. My response:

1. We don’t know the relative mortality rate because we’ve only tested a small percentage of the population four months later. So accepting this as canonical fact is ignorant. Keep in mind different cohorts have different mortality rates as well. Your age and every comorbidity you have from high blood pressure to obesity magnifies your risk of death.

2. Economies are inevitable, people are not. Every one of those 100,000 body bags used to be a producer, consumer and taxpayer. That’s more Americans dead from Covid-19 than the Vietnam War, War in Afghanistan, Iraq War and 9/11 combined. In four months.

3. Let’s presume for the sake of argument your statistic is accurate, that we take no corrective action, no quarantine, no masks. Just let everybody get it like other coronaviruses such as those that cause the common cold. In a country of 330 million people that would be 330,000 body bags worth of former contributors to the economy. And they will suffer a horrible, agonizing death alone in an ICU on a ventilator.

4. When I see ignorant comments like “it’s a politicized weapon of the Democrats” it’s worth pointing out that the virus doesn’t adhere to political parties or national borders. It’s a ridiculous argument. Trump has blood on his hands and if you support him, so do you. Dismantled CDC pandemic response team in 2018. It’s a hoax. 15 cases soon to be zero. We’ve got it under control. It’s just going to disappear. We’re living in a kakistocracy and that has real consequences in the face of a global pandemic.

5. I’m a cybersecurity and biotech programmer in Seattle. The company I work for makes research instruments used by epidemiologists and pathologists to visualize and quantify RNA and proteins in tissue samples. We’re working directly with the CDC and research partners all over the world. The threat of this virus is very significant and the longer we prolong the quarantines by not adhering to scientific guidance the more likely it is to mutate and become endemic.

6. Don’t be cruel.

At the end of the day I don’t think I’ll be able to reach them. Some people are so far gone into cognitive dissonance that their mind is a snowstorm, a constant whiteout. When presented with canonical truths and verifiable facts they resort to juvenile taunting, usually something along the lines of insulting your intelligence because you get your news from the mainstream media. They live in a magical world were Breitbart and Rush Limbaugh are not mainstream.

They think they’re smart but they’re not. And they’re cruel.

American Style

Dedicated to Johnny Spann

I’m going to Afghanistan
It’s there I’ll make my final stand
Like Johnny Spann and everyone
Who loved him

I know you may not understand
I find myself the kind of man
To cross the line in the sand
For something

This is war, American style
Nightmares come of age
Deliver me from rage
This is war

The target looks like every man
I see him in the market stand
I could take him now
If I’m not wrong

Before he gets to Pakistan
I’ll track him through the mountains and
He’ll give me one reason
To be strong

This is war, American style
Nightmares come of age
Deliver me from rage
This is war

Winter’s come, it bites my hands
Like every day I’ve walked these lands
I’ve found another reason
For a man’s revenge

With every shot I’ve made my stand
So many men so much demand
I’ll never leave, I’ve joined the band
Until the very end

This is war, American style
Nightmares come of age
Deliver me from rage
This is war

Face to face, hand to hand
Fighting for the promised land
Every target, every man
Squeeze and go

I look at him and his demands
I know he’ll never understand
I’ve always had the upper hand
He will not know

This is war, American style
Nightmares come of age
Deliver me from rage
This is war

Metal Power Trio

Solo Acoustic

Inevitable

Facebook post from April 10, 2020:

2,000 people died today in the USA from Covid-19.

We’re on track for a war in Afghanistan casualty count every 24 hours, a September 11th mortality rate every 36 hours, and an Iraq War casualty count every 48 hours.

New York alone would be the highest mortality rate of any other country. So many unclaimed bodies they’re burying them in a mass grave. Stacks of pine boxes in a giant pit.

The USA case count is reported as 1/2 million. If that was accurate it would be 30% of global infections even though we only represent 5% of the population. That reflects the degree of incompetence, denial and inaction of our government.

However the reality is likely far worse. The case count is not an estimate, it’s a report. The inexcusable truth is that it’s still very hard to get tested here, and those 1/2 million positive cases only represent the tested population.

As of this week, in a country of 350 million only 1.5 million people have been tested, 0.5% of the population. So the status of 99.5% of the country is a complete mystery and not included in the 1/2 million reported cases.

I have personally tried to get tested four times, as recently as today, and was denied each time. I’ve been presenting multiple symptoms for over two weeks including the most likely single indicator of infection, loss smell and taste. Unless you’re facing acute respiratory symptoms you’re facing a poor outcome trying to get a test.

And if you do you’re facing a poor outcome with your life. Acute Respiratory Distress Syndrome is the last stage of the Covid-19 disease progression and is what kills most patients.

If you’re lucky you’ll die of organ failure first. Liver, kidney, cardiac arrest. Otherwise you suffocate to death alone on a respirator as your lungs fill with fluid and even the machine can’t breath for you.

Testing is the key to stopping the spread and improving the outcomes of the infected population. But it’s also the key to Trump administration marketing and propaganda. If you test zero people you get to report zero infections.

It seems like yesterday Trump said we had 15 cases and it would be zero soon, and that he didn’t want a cruise liner full of cases to dock in the USA because he didn’t want their contribution to the case count.

He just flat out said it on camera, because he is shamelessly stupid and woefully ignorant and grossly indifferent to our suffering. His intent was to improve his election outcome, not your life outcome.

The marketing and propaganda benefit from inadequate testing also means derived statistics like relative mortality rate are completely worthless. You can’t know the percentage of cases that died when the case value is fiction but the mortality value is fact.

And it actually makes the administration’s response look worse but they’re too stupid and incompetent to know that. If 2,000 people are tested and 2,000 people die your mortality rate is 100%. If 20,000 are tested it’s 10%. At 200,000 it’s 1% and if you test 2 million people and 2,000 of them die you get to 0.1%, the same as seasonal influenza.

So it’s entirely possible the US relative mortality rate is among the lowest in the world but we’ll never know. Watch for the expression “confirmed cases”. Factor that into your thinking trying to understand the scope and magnitude of the crisis, because the only cases that are confirmed are the ones that are tested.

We should be seeing the expression “estimated cases”. Because if we test one or two percent of the population you can make a reliable statistical estimate of the case rate in the entire population. We have performed enough tests to make a statistical estimate with a reasonable confidence value. The reason you’re not seeing that expression is because of marketing and propaganda.

You are the tool.

You can be assured the scientists at the CDC that weren’t cut out of the budget by Trump in 2018 are presenting estimates to their teams every day. Predictions are made with estimates, not reports. That’s how the graphs you see and the statements you hear estimate how June is going to look for us.

Manipulating estimates or making them up with no statistical basis is why Trump estimated the case count was 15 and predicted it would be zero. And his team and his supporters nodded their heads and never bothered to consider that it was pure fiction or the consequences if the estimates were wrong. There’s an election coming soon and that is the single source of truth. Marketing and propaganda.

And he was wrong. How wrong, we don’t know. There are no doubt highly reliable estimates being produced by people that are competent and attempting to mitigate the crisis and deliver ventilators and protective gear to where it is needed and where will most likely be needed in the future to help the people that are going to die during the crisis and the people that are risking their lives every day to try and save them. The crisis caused by the Trump kakistocracy clown car and his army of ignorant sycophants that are so gullible they believe Rush Limbaugh, he said smoking doesn’t give you cancer. The guy dying from cancer. What a tool.

Rush estimated that he wouldn’t get cancer and he was wrong, too. Give the guy a cigar and a medal. Give him a kiss and a hug and remind him Trump said there were only going to be a few cases and everybody should go back to work as soon as possible, maybe send grandma first, since on the outside chance Trump was wrong she was willing to die for the preservation of the economy.

You know the economy. Outlooks. Forecasts. Estimates.

But the people with the estimates are not allowed to present them. The first thing they teach you in authoritarian dictator school is to control the information. Lies, denies, and suppression are the tools of the trade. Because you know, the election.

Information wants to be free, and eventually the estimates will be published, circulated and analyzed. And they will prove unequivocally that Trump and his administration’s criminally negligent handling of the crisis and attempts to control the flow of the information resulted in a crisis that is now killing as many US citizens every week that September 11th, the war in Afghanistan and the Iraq War combined. Complete with mass graves and global economic devastation that is changing the world as we know it forever.

Unfortunately the estimates we do have suggest that the crisis has yet to peak. The worst is yet to come. And there’s no vaccine, only 1/2% of the nation’s population has been tested, and we are likely to experience further unemployment and a worsening forecast of outcomes. Life outcomes.

It gets worse.

Humans are emotional creatures. That’s not an estimate, it’s an indisputable fact that our ancestors and artists have been trying to point out throughout the entire recorded history of our species. We experience joy when we dance. We experience pride when we put food on the table. We all do. We always have and we always will. It is our most defining asset, our legacy and our future. It’s what makes us human, informs us to care for each other and develop the social bonds that have allowed us to survive in the face of global crisis for eons despite nature and our own attempts to wipe each other out, because hatred is an emotion, too.

Hatred defines much of our history and our ability to resist it is paramount to our survival and well being. And despite our inclination and demonstrated ability to commit insufferable horrors on one another, emotional wisdom teaches us the value of forgiveness every time the world burns. Afghanistan. September 11th. Iraq. This week, maybe next week. Hard to estimate.

Because we are emotional and socially dependent creatures we react emotionally when the people that we love, our family and friends, experience tragedy or trauma or when the inevitable moment comes that they leave us unless we leave them first. The universal experience is grief, and the fact it is temporary is the greatest gift we have inherited. Our minds come to terms with a new reality where we are left to rely on our memories to experience the joy of the people we love.

But emotion is not a report. It’s not a statistic. And it doesn’t have a universally consistent range, with well defined parameters. It’s a continuum of experience in response to environmental events, physiology, interventions and experience. It exists in a feedback loop as your body reacts and your mind adapts, and for some people it escapes the bounds of our instincts and inclinations using the parameters we have been taught that preserve us.

It becomes hate. The most maladaptive reaction you can inject into a gene pool. And it spreads like a virus as the feedback loop oscillates through society and draws borders around us based on blame and fear. It becomes predictable, encouraged and profitable. It becomes part of our economy. Afghanistan. September 11th. Iraq.

The yield of that reaction as it spirals out of control is revenge, opportunism and indifference. The brand is terrorism. Nation state actors. Exploitation and indifference. We becomes us and them and we’re proud of it. It makes us fearless and cruel and self-righteous. It brings us suicide vests and roadside bombs and patriotic conflation to replace the bonds we have lost and the inevitable suffering we invite without shame.

Right now every nation on the planet is under attack by an enemy they can’t see or smell, can’t taste or touch. We are all occupied with our imperative to survive in the face of an adversary that was unexpected and arbitrary in its attack. We are all losing loved ones who suffer insufferable agony and loneliness as they die in a matter of days. We are caught in a matrix of confusion, inaction and singularity as the bonds we needed to survive and retain our emotional well being dissolve. Mass graves. No funerals.

Pandemics are temporary. Grief is temporary. Blame and greed are forever. They stand on the shoulders of hate. And as our emotional spectrum exceeds the bounds of reason, as resources dwindle and our ability to estimate our survival that day, or that of our loved ones, it foments into revenge and selfishness and a search for the means to extract justice and vengeance on an invisible enemy that wasn’t there last week.

In lieu of a target we select someone familiar. Us or them. The tool presents itself, it was right in our face. We just couldn’t see it. Humans are smart and exploitation is a survival instinct. Viruses mutate. They can be engineered, derived, and combined with other viruses into cocktails that unite lethality, dispersion, invisibility and confusion. They can be loaded onto bombs or shipped to the mail office and the manager at the office that had no choice but to fire you. You don’t even need a weapon, it’s already in your mouth. All you need to know is his parking stall number so you can spit on his car door handle.

Revenge is best served cold but you can’t taste it because the virus takes your sense of taste. It sucks the joy right out of your mouth but you won’t care because you’re fearless and your hate has been rationalized. It’s still sweet. It is the resource that you needed to survive that was robbed from you by the invisible enemy. You don’t even need to kill him. You can just threaten him. Find his daughter’s car at school and spit on her door handle. Let her die in the hospital alone and a week later leave a note on dad’s car with a picture of his wife instructing him where to leave the money.

It gets worse.

As the emotional impact of grief turns to hopelessness and despair at the observable fragmenting social bonds, the absence of resources and increasing isolation the spectrum of behaviors your mind allows expands. It becomes easier to rationalize theft and violence and extortion and exploitation. You need to eat, too.

But for some people it overflows their minds ability to adapt. Maladaptive. Fear and suffering yields to paranoia. The mind estimates a future that is incompatible with your genetic programming to survive and everything you have been taught becomes insignificant and the things you have come to depend on for joy is erased.

But you are an emotional creature that has an elastic mind that has evolved to ensure your brain survives. A new neural mesh develops over a matter of weeks and months. Depression, bipolar, and schizophrenia becomes your new normal. Your mind develops a completely subjective construct of reality to mitigate the observable truth and inevitable, predictable outcome.

There is no medicine, there is no intervention or remediation or therapy presented to you and you don’t want it. Your new worldview becomes the canonical truth in your mind despite the capacitance mismatch with your memories and perceptions.

Your brain is trying to survive in an insufferable world so your mind develops a new narrative to convince you that you are doing so. Your friends become your enemies, joy is extinguished with hatred, and a continuum of delusions and hallucinations becomes your nightly news.

You become the tool. You’re still emotional and smart and creative but you’re easy to exploit because there is no intervention. Hospitals won’t admit you, the homeless shelter won’t let you in but you don’t want to go there because it’s infected and people are dying. And you’re hungry and cold.

But that nice guy from the convenience store brings you a hot lunch and enough money for a hotel. He informs you of how virus is spreading due to the global conspiracy and that you are being drafted into the resistance. He’s been telling you about it for weeks just like you saw on the nightly news. You’re part of the second wave and the key to the solution.

And one day he brings you a bottle of whiskey and another hot meal. You share it together and he thanks you for your role in the resistance and then asks for a favor. He hands you a plastic cup with some spit in the bottom and a note and asks you to go to the parking garage and put it on a car.

The world needs a hero, and that hero is you. That’s all you have to do. No suicide bomb, no gun, just a cup of spit and a note. He gives you money for a hotel again, embraces you, and reminds you how much God loves you.

The second wave. Next year there will be a third but for now the world needs you, just look around. Tonight you will be warm, and forever a hero. It is your destiny. Afghanistan. September 11th. Iraq. You will be on the nightly news, and people will never forget your name. Maybe this week, maybe next week. Hard to estimate, but you are inevitable.

Bigger Fish to Fry

Facebook is totally broken but there’s nobody home. It’s not because of the coronavirus, these problems have existed for years, but who do you contact? Have you ever heard back from Facebook support? They have never responded to me once in 12 years.
I’ve been uploading videos recently. If I view my profile page, then navigate to More => Videos I am served a page with two tabs on it.
The first tab is “Videos of You”, all the videos I’m tagged in which includes all the videos I’ve published there since I always tag myself, as well as a random assortment of videos I’m tagged in for some peripheral reason.
The second tab is “Your Videos”. And that tab is completely empty. So I go to edit the videos and I’m no longer tagged. I dutifully tag myself again, make sure it has a Title & Description, save and it seems to work. But it doesn’t. The second tab is still empty and when I edit the video again it’s lost my changes.
I don’t know how long that’s been broken, is it broken for the rest of you? We’re all on different versions of Facebook at any given time called flights, which they use to evaluate new features and bug fixes to limited samples of users.
Another thing that’s extremely broken is Copy/Paste between personal pages and groups. Let’s say you prepare a thoughtful post with an introduction to your music and then paste the song lyrics along with the link. Looks fine on your page, all your formatting is retained.
Only ten people will see your post so you head over to your band & paste it there. Looks fine, maybe ten more people will see you unless you pay them money. Better to try your luck in the Facebook Groups where everybody ignores everybody else unless it’s a Writer’s Group then all they do is insult each other and never post any writing.
So you go to a Facebook Group and paste it into a post there and it’s a complete mess. Your formatting has been eviscerated into something with Paragraph markers, your line by line lyrics have been collapsed in groups of two, and the spacing between lines is completely different. So for groups you have to re-paste your lyrics in underneath your intro, then it works.
Aha you think, I’ll just copy it from the Group post editor window. Edit => Select All => Copy. Navigate to another group, Paste. Totally screwed up again. It’s been broken for over a year, possibly two. It used to work. I fail to understand how a company with virtually infinite test resources can have some common use cases in a constant state of failure. What else are they working on? Those bugs must be truly awful for these simple user scenarios to remain untended for so long.
It’s all a moot point. Right now I can’t even paste into Facebook Groups at all. “Something went wrong”. Oh really because things were working so great before.
And it’s not just Facebook. I just tried to paste this text into the new WordPress Block Editor. It made a complete hash of it. No spaces between any of the paragraphs. All my double spaces have been converted to single spaces. I tried to insert a blank line and it was huge, like two font-widths high. Because it’s a different block.
How ridiculous, WordPress is a site for writers and they can’t handle a plain text Copy/Paste operation. I switched to the Classic Editor, then one that works and pasted my text into there. All my double spaces were collapsed into single spaces but the line spacing between paragraphs was smaller than the Amazon so I’m cutting my losses and getting on with my evening.
I was about to tab back over to Facebook when I got a pop-up from WordPress. They will be replacing the new editor with another new editor on June 1st. My question is how do I get back to the old school editor. The one where Copy/Paste worked like it did for the last 40 years.
That’s not a rhetorical question. It’s another moot point. Because if you can’t support such a simple keystroke convention and don’t have the means to detect the mess you’ve made during your test automation and user acceptance testing you’ve got bigger fish to fry.

Stupid Thinks it’s Smart

Just went a few rounds with a Trump supporter defending all those creepy pictures of Trump & Ivanka as a young girl. I presented that uncomfortable photo of him kissing her with an open mouth as an adult.

In the course of the thread she made fun of handicapped children and autism, called me an idiot and retarded. How does a person even develop such corrosion of character, so much rot in their moral fiber. I can only wonder.

Evil doesn’t know it’s evil and stupid thinks it’s smart. That’s basically the Trump kakistochracy clown car in a nutshell. It’s pretty much the same every time. They can’t defend their argument so they resort to childish insults just like President Super Duper Missile. Libtard. Sheeple.

I’ve been insulted by them thousands of times but have never seen a coherent argument. Not once in the last four years. My patience is the poster boy for ADHD so I lay it on them, give them a zesty sendoff and block them. 2,000+ blocks since 2016. PSA from Sir BlocksAlot:

<<kapow >>

(Sidebar: after you block someone you still get notifications of people’s reactions so you can bask in the warm afterglow of your burn)

The rest of the world sees Trump for the vile, ignorant man-child he is but his supporters don’t. Because they’re just like him. In fact they envy him. He told America in 2016 he “loves the uneducated” and they lined up and had a parade.

It’s repulsive and sad. It’s a post-American world with 94,000 citizens dead in 4 months, a crippled economy and a navy on its knees. Yet they still worship him, they defend him. Rationalizing with that level of cognitive dissonance apparently soaks up all the oxygen in their shriveled, self-righteous brains.

Eric Trump is still calling it a hoax. They’re blaming Democrats and Obama, so no change there even though Obama left them a pandemic response playbook and Trump dismantled the CDC pandemic response team in 2018.

But it’s definitely Obama’s fault, he left them error prone test kits for a virus that wouldn’t exist for another four years. And he’s black, so it’s definitely his fault. They trash Obama and make dehumanizing homophobic slurs and childish transexual jokes about Michelle. Trump would be proud.

Obama and Michelle are two of the most respected people in the country and they deserve it. They’ve earned it, sharp tan suit and all. They are exemplary models of competency and family values. Obama is one of the greatest orators on the planet and he gave Trump serious carpet burn last week so no doubt the Trump cult hates him even more now. If that is even possible.

Trump has so much blood on his hands they can never be washed. Everyone that supports him has bloody hands too, but they think they’re clean. Stupid thinks it’s smart.

Sentinel Call

Steady beat the drums of fate
While we work and while we wait
For providence and ties that bind
With friends we love and family mind

From eastern shores there comes a myst
That wonders if we should exist
To seize upon our every breath
And sign the warrant for our death

Everyday takes away the moments we are here
A life to live and try to hide the poison of our fear
Differences break ties that bind, it’s time to build a wall
But heroes rise to exercise the gift of sentinel call

We run from storms that’s how we’re born to see another day
But sentinels are washed of fear and run the other way
Into the snow and emerald glow of monsters from the sky
As we shelter in our place, they do not wonder why

Courage facing green and submarine is not
The measure of your fortitude is taken by a shot
The myst of fear is in your veins but never in your heart
We’re all the same but different now and that’s the hardest part

They risk themselves for us and them because there is no line
Between us we are all the same, all we have is time
The river bell will never yield, it rings to call us home
But sentinels embrace the call so you won’t die alone

We run from storms that’s how we’re born to see another day
But sentinels are washed of fear and run the other way
Into the snow and emerald glow of monsters from the sky
As we shelter in our place, they do not wonder why

And with the myst still in her veins but cast out from her heart
She looks upon the city streets and she has done her part
To bring us all together now as family we don’t know
No us and them or you and me, we’re all in the same show

The sun will set from shore to shore, we always will want more
But sentinels will cross the sky so we have hope to store
We’re family now as we have been from the very start
But we are blind until we learn to see us from our heart

We run from storms that’s how we’re born to see another day
But sentinels are washed of fear and run the other way
Into the snow and emerald glow of monsters from the sky
As we shelter in our place, they do not wonder why

Dedicated to Christina Bailey

Never Tuesday

A day like any other
Not if you’re her mother
Robbed of love by fate
That did not hesitate
To fill a well of tears
An ocean over years

If I could take your place
Just once to see your face
A moment to embrace
Draw from the deck an ace
Of hearts, time and space

Never Tuesday
No matter what you say
No more happy birthday
With these tears I pray
Until they fade away
Never Tuesday

Every step a mile
Every breath your smile
The one I gave to you
Nothing else will do
In your eyes I see
You looking back at me

The anchor of my faith
If I could touch your face
There’s nothing to replace
Roses, white and lace
A day that never comes
As I face another one

Never Tuesday
No matter what you say
No more happy birthday
With these tears I pray
Until they fade away
Never Tuesday

Starting with tomorrow
Nothing left to borrow
Nothing left but sorrow
Tomorrow

Blood runs from my nose
It’s yours but no one knows
And mine, they are the same
There’s no one left to blame
I wash myself from shame
Forever we remain

Never Tuesday
No matter what you say
With these tears I pray
Until they fade away
Never Tuesday

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The Business Model of Addiction

RangoAddiction is not just a disease. It’s often a comorbidity with other mood disorders (bipolar, schizophrenia, etc). If you don’t treat the root cause the comorbidity will run its own course and become an independent pathology. It’s a significant factor in the compiled morbidity statistics for affected cohorts that can shave off more than 20 years of lifespan in the form of organ failure and suicide.
There is no group therapy, no 12-step program that can address a compulsive tendency to self-medicate if the underlying pathology is not addressed. It’s a maladaptive response to a physiological or psychological crisis that is prone to a continuous escalation of tolerance until physical dependence is established.
At that point there is no sense of euphoria or intoxication to the user, only temporary mitigation against the absolute, immediate suffering of withdraw.
Clinicians and “addiction specialists” who are not sufficiently educated or equipped to identify and treat the root cause of addictive pathologies are a major contributor to our national mental health crises. They conflate morbidity associated with alcoholism and opioid addiction by failing to treat the underlying mechanisms of causal mood disorders in deference to naive idioms of patient care that only serve their interests.
Forced or sedated detoxification & prescribed group therapy are often the only tools employed by practitioners who are woefully uneducated or whose only qualification is being a recovering addict.
They work for for-profit institutions like Lakeside Milam or Fairfax Behavioral Health, administering bowls of jello & Just Say No videos from the 80’s under the pretext of care for $35,000 a month billed to your insurance.
If you inquire about recidivism, efficacy or individual therapies they will scold you as being an enabler contributing to the addict’s behavior & failed recovery.
The reason they are so defensive, reactionary & secretive about their treatment outcomes is that it is in their financial interest for addicts to fail. Returning customers are the pedal stone of any business model & these sham recovery centers are no exception. They are not interested or qualified to address the root causes of addictive pathologies and have everything to gain if a patient relapses. They’ll blame the patient or their loved ones & charge their insurance.
Often patients come out worse than they were at admission. They learn skills and behaviors from hardcore addicts caught in the cycle of addiction & recovery while their underlying pathologies go untreated.
I recently met a patient that had been admitted to Cascadia Behavioral Healthcare in Tukwila more than thirty times. Cleary suffering from an undiagnosed mood disorder that was the root cause of his addictive pathology, neglected, untreated and suffering.
Do the math, that’s nearly a million dollars worth of jello & coloring books. They know prior to admission that their treatment won’t work. But it’s a successful business model that is antithetical to both addiction treatment and mental health care, callously indifferent to suffering & directly contributing to morbidity statistics.
In the aggregate, we as a society have the knowledge, tools and capability to successfully treat both mood disorders and their corresponding comorbidities. But we do not have the will.
As long as recovery is a function of unbridled capitalism people you know and love will continue to suffer & die needlessly. It’s too late for millions of people but we have the capacity to change going forward. It’s long past time for healthcare reform, and mental health should be at the forefront of our thinking at every step. Anything less is just a business model.
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