This isn't the first post in this blog-topic... but it'll bring you up to speed. The whole idea behind BobKat's Lair is as an individual... I have experiences... knowledge, and a great education. An "education" not simply composed of conventional education, but rather, exploitation of the conventional, and a whole personal degree of exploration into knowledge that is out there - by being unconventional in my early 20's, I learned things that would carry forwards way into my future... things I often wonder if "ignorance" wouldn't have been a better option?
Well, "no"... not a better option. Unfortunately, what I discovered "Under The Rug"... changed my life; in varying degrees others have discovered similar things... and what makes life interesting is when we share these things...
So let's see what's ... Under the rug...
Ah, a dime.
Yeah, money... it's the first thing we tend to see... doesn't matter the amount... could be only a penny.
Plenty more under the rug. And how do I know that? Years of being a "skilled laborer"... a custodian at colleges, universities and public schools... kinda scary, knowing that a self-aware individual such as myself, had inside access to the real goings ons of public education, and in addition, I have three college degrees... a BA in English tops them out... so i wasn't just your "typical" toilet cleaner...
But I learned a lot about "cleaning up a mess".
We can start with the Mass Destruction" caused by BP in the Gulf of Mexico, a subject "experts" have "under control"... nothing to wory about - other than mass destruction. This given the scientific knowledge we are taught to believe will protect us! Such as the federal, shoot us in the foot laws, making cannabis illegal, and anyone suspected of possession of such a deadly drug are subject to a myriad of attacks... such as the following YOUTUBE video: (Caution - Contains Extreme Graphic Violence): Police Raid: Target: Small Quanity of Marijuana! showing a family being raided, their dogs shot and killed, a 7 year old traumatized...
... and all for a grinder, and a couple of joints! Gosh, I feel so safe!!!
People simply don't die using cannabis... and yes the same can be true with use of alcohol. The difference is one is legal, the other is not, and the one that is legal has a much higher propensity towards abuse, one that does often lead to death. Compared to the one that is illegal, this is the fox in the hen-house. To compare alcohol to cannabis is like comparing a dog to a cat...
To add to the problem, tobacco, and it's legal industry contributes another drug that is not only highly addictive, and quite deadly, but readily available - and key to a government's tax base. A "conflict of interest", might you not agree?
An up-coming vote in California might very well make us cannabinoid vampires legal, with 54% of CA in favor of legalization.
I might also point out - the recent law in Arizona re: immigration, the illegal kind. Apparently 2/3rds of those in AZ approve of the law, that is expected to promote racial prejudice and racial profiling. The law is in great part to a lack of a solution on the federal government's level... which shouldn't come as a surprise. The last time this was a huge issue was in the early 1930's... the era of the Great Depression.
Southern states back then were pleading with the federal government for a solution to the illegal immigration of Mexicans. And due in great part to the industrious efforts of a few very wealthy sponsors, Reefer Madness was born, ala... Mexicans had it... so restrict them because of it... and so they convinced Washington to outlaw cannabis to control the influx of Mexicans. It's all on the DVD in my Media List at the bottom of my blog... "Illegal Drugs - How they Got that Way..." by the History channel/A&E.
Trouble is, despite President Obama's pledge for "Change in America", it appears to be more of the same... which since i voted for him, and believed in his truth, I now have to accept, it's more of the same.
On a recent CNN interview with the current drug czar, and the original guy - William Bennett, it was obvious that rational thinking isn't going to prevail in Washington. The following link is from the current drug czar as he addresses LE in Calif. He make's it clear legalization of cannabis is a "no-starter". They plan on more anti-drug advertisements... and although he admits alcohol is more dangerous than cannabis, he quickly states it's because cannabis is illegal, and contained.
Too bad the "oil spill" in the Gulf couldn't also be contained... but hey... the US is all about big business, especially those that can't fail. The DEA included... legalize cannabis and the "war in Mexico" ends, and the DEA has to lay off 100,000 operatives. And the US needs to figure out what to do with several million suddenly legal individuals that pay a tax for legal ganja... oh my god... what to do about the alcohol and tobacco lobby when they aren't included in this new development???
In a TWO PARTY SYSTEM there is only room for this or that... Americans need to be content with two choices, no more, no less...
Please, read our current drug czar's speech to LE in Calif:
http://i.cdn.turner.com/cnn/2010/images/05/11/030410.chief.pdf
BobKat
May 23, 2010
UNDER THE RUG... by BobKat - Update...
Lots of "talk" of the chaos coming... revolution, mass destruction... and one need only look at the catastrophe taking place in the Gulf of Mexico, the "oil spill"... to see how dysfunctional our society, government and our common sensibilities are...? And it doesn't produce a picture that would hold up to what should be expected in the greatest country the world has ever witnessed. In fact, we're doing a pretty poor job of living up to our name, the reason being, we don't get along... simple, childish things... a two party political system, for example. A "right" and a "left", liberals/conservatives, moral/immoral, for/against, legal/illegal... my point? Black and White... no Gray!
One of the first things I learned in my prime during my early 20's was that there are always more than two alternatives... that the mind thinks in either/or, maybe by nature, but in reality, the human mind is capable of thinking outside the box... to three or more ideas, possibilities, truths...
The whole basis for my "Under the Rug" topic is that in practical terms, we think in B&W... either/or... everything else gets swept under the rug.
My life got swept under the rug... many years ago... and that's where I truly live, seeking a way out...
I'm having my first real vacation in 4 years... 10 days off...
There is a lot involved that makes this an extraordinary event... coming up is a close up review of what's going on, what's been and is being swept under the rug.
Unlike some of my friend's blogs, I simply cannot post regular topics. This is an opportunistic blog.... to my friends and readers, thank-you for your patience.
One of the first things I learned in my prime during my early 20's was that there are always more than two alternatives... that the mind thinks in either/or, maybe by nature, but in reality, the human mind is capable of thinking outside the box... to three or more ideas, possibilities, truths...
The whole basis for my "Under the Rug" topic is that in practical terms, we think in B&W... either/or... everything else gets swept under the rug.
My life got swept under the rug... many years ago... and that's where I truly live, seeking a way out...
I'm having my first real vacation in 4 years... 10 days off...
There is a lot involved that makes this an extraordinary event... coming up is a close up review of what's going on, what's been and is being swept under the rug.
Unlike some of my friend's blogs, I simply cannot post regular topics. This is an opportunistic blog.... to my friends and readers, thank-you for your patience.
May 11, 2010
UNDER THE RUG... by BobKat - Part One
My life... swept under the rug.
Truthfully, that's where you'd find me.
In the mid to late 70's a story formed in my mind - one with a title inspired by my mentor at the time, Professor Doug. The title of this "epic" novel would be "A View From Behind the Mop". My mentor suggested writing it from the third person perspective... but my heart wanted to do it first person, autobiography - fictional to give me creative liberties, much as the author who so inspired me during those years - Henry Miller.
With my John Miller multi-post series I tried the third person approach. To me it was a flop. Provided information and details, about the early days, but I couldn't break free. I found myself stuck in mud. In a purgatory of sorts where i could neither stay where I was, nor go on. Yet i can't give up.
You won't read the whole story here... this is an "open-house" where you'll get to meet the "family and friends". The historic ones.
My goal is truth, and an interesting story, of a young man who found everything he'd ever dreamed of, and found he had a real life, a down to earth life... one backed by sciences, by the educational establishment, by fate.
Tonight driving home, I was listening to NPR... the topic I forget, but something the guest said I didn't... he was raised in a family where he was - let's say, accepted, and what struck me was something his mother said to him when he expressed concerns about a career change... the guy was up there, successful... his mother said - "I'd love you just as much even if you were a garbage man."
That choked me up... as that seems right, that's unconditional love. It choked me up even more as my family professed the same... yet, when I discovered an early miracle had occurred in my early 20's that would turn my life around, the opposite was the reality. Painful... I became a college custodian, and my mother turned on me, disgraced and shamed... which would turn on me, making my chance in life into an ultimate nightmare... but painful as it is, I must tell the story.
One of my readers told me what he liked about my blog. My "honesty". Yes, I am that. And so, maybe I don't write often as other bloggers, but I hope when i do i write interesting posts. What will follow under this title, will be my life, a part of it that if I took peoples advice and "let it go", it would be like tearing my heart out - so I wouldn't get far after that!
This is the intro... what follows... much of what you've guessed about the 70's but didn't ask... from an insider...
My life under the rug.
Truthfully, that's where you'd find me.
In the mid to late 70's a story formed in my mind - one with a title inspired by my mentor at the time, Professor Doug. The title of this "epic" novel would be "A View From Behind the Mop". My mentor suggested writing it from the third person perspective... but my heart wanted to do it first person, autobiography - fictional to give me creative liberties, much as the author who so inspired me during those years - Henry Miller.
With my John Miller multi-post series I tried the third person approach. To me it was a flop. Provided information and details, about the early days, but I couldn't break free. I found myself stuck in mud. In a purgatory of sorts where i could neither stay where I was, nor go on. Yet i can't give up.
You won't read the whole story here... this is an "open-house" where you'll get to meet the "family and friends". The historic ones.
My goal is truth, and an interesting story, of a young man who found everything he'd ever dreamed of, and found he had a real life, a down to earth life... one backed by sciences, by the educational establishment, by fate.
Tonight driving home, I was listening to NPR... the topic I forget, but something the guest said I didn't... he was raised in a family where he was - let's say, accepted, and what struck me was something his mother said to him when he expressed concerns about a career change... the guy was up there, successful... his mother said - "I'd love you just as much even if you were a garbage man."
That choked me up... as that seems right, that's unconditional love. It choked me up even more as my family professed the same... yet, when I discovered an early miracle had occurred in my early 20's that would turn my life around, the opposite was the reality. Painful... I became a college custodian, and my mother turned on me, disgraced and shamed... which would turn on me, making my chance in life into an ultimate nightmare... but painful as it is, I must tell the story.
One of my readers told me what he liked about my blog. My "honesty". Yes, I am that. And so, maybe I don't write often as other bloggers, but I hope when i do i write interesting posts. What will follow under this title, will be my life, a part of it that if I took peoples advice and "let it go", it would be like tearing my heart out - so I wouldn't get far after that!
This is the intro... what follows... much of what you've guessed about the 70's but didn't ask... from an insider...
My life under the rug.
May 08, 2010
THE BULL IN THE GARDEN - J. MILLER FICTION - PART 2
In Part 1 I was contemplating "Domestic Violence". I provided what to me were a few examples, and introduced a fictional, John Miller story, that may or may not be based on a true story.
There's a lot of domestic style violence or abuse that goes on. It's something generally considered a personalissue. Words, phrases, verbatim directed towards another with the intend to degrade, lower self-esteem, attack character or personal integrity, are all just as painful as a fist in one's face. Some events such as these become public, and result in legal intervention... much goes unnoticed, except by those involved. Case in point, John Miller - The Bull in the Garden".
He comes to me wincing from pain on his left side... feels like broken ribs, but probably just bruised. He's got a cut on his head, bleeding but scabbed over. So I ask him, "John, what happened?"
"It was tax-time"... two days before the federal tax deadline. The Bull had waited until the last minute to do his taxes. He'd been pretty much unemployed that whole previous year, being a carpenter, few people were looking for his skills. He'd had a few jobs, so had to file."
"He decided to do it online. I think the one the IRS provides for free."
"What you need to understand is dial-up internet is what we have, and a server distributes the connection, something called ICS (Internet Connection Sharing). Dial-up is slow enough, but when three computers share the same connection, it's frustrating. What has to happen is the other two computers need to be idle if someone is working on something like taxes."
"Exactly what I was doing in my room - I wasn't using the internet, i was watching a movie on my computer. From Bulls direction I heard cussing and complaints. Eventually I paused the movie and went over to talk to him."
"His response - 'are you *ucking with the internet? I keep getting disconnected, lose stuff'... he was angry, frustrated. I assured him i wasn't on the internet, I was watching a movie, it was the dial-up, not me". He wasn't buying it. I went back to my room to resume watching the movie."
"Didn't last long... Bulls irritation was growing by the minute... I paused the movie and again went out to see if I could help."
"Another thing you would need to know. Bull has a short fuse. He grew up with a father that would slam him against the wall, punch and hit him. Overall bull is a great guy... but he's got this 'dark-side' one has to be wary of. For me, that night, after 4 beers, not wary enough"
"Bull launched himself at me... tackled me, and being almost twice my weight, had me pinned to the floor, his knee across my throat, the other knee over my ribcage. I wedged my right arm under the knee across my throat, as he spewed and threatened, and held his fist in a way to hold back, but consider a punch... his mind was reliving his past... he was his father."
"Long story short, the Farmer's wife pulled him off of me, but then I was so frustrated I grabbed my throat and mimed my being choked, which freaked out the Farmer's wife, and prompted a new scuffle between bull and I. The Farmer's wife called her brother, who said to call 911, which is what she did. In the meantime Bull has dragged me down the stairs trying to toss me out. As I wiry guy no way could he get me out that door - short of injuring me to the point that resistance is futile. I think I kicked him in the groin, which is what he remembers."
The police arrived, I was in my room. I got the knock on the door and had to talk to the police chief. And another officer. Somehow, the call was that I was trying to strangle myself... so I was asked if I am suicidal? I laugh, but quickly explain, No, I was pissed and I pretended to strangle myself out of frustration. It was a mime. The Farmer's wife and the Bull are downstairs. Or Bull is sequestered outside - don't know as I was upstairs. Six cops altogether, 3 cruisers. Bull tells the story I attacked him. I tell how Bull attacked me. The Farmer's wife recalls I tried to strangle myself. The chief ultimately tells me no one's charged with anything, but that it is routine to take someone away from the scene to lock-down for the night in domestic calls such as this... and since I'd had four beers, that would be me... BUT! Under the circumstances, given the story that unfolded"... if you promise to go into your room, shut the door and stay there I make clear to the other two you are not to be bothered the rest of the night."
"Ah... thank-you chief... and off I was to my room. To contemplate".
End of Story
John Miller's story is fiction, of course... as is much in a person's everyday life. By that I mean many of us create our own reality - a fact of life! Some may have a tough time with that truth... and all I can say is, no matter how much we want it otherwise, Reality is Subjective. Given that truth, there are still tremendous influences put on individuals... by parents, laws, rules, etc.
In contemplating the story John was fortunate the chief was considerate. Technically, in a domestic situation, someone is taken away. To those on the outside of the domestic situation, ie, law enforcement, they get the facts from witnesses, evidence. John has a cut on his head, redness to his throat... Bull is happy and shooting the shit with the cops outside, from the way his story goes.
In John's case, rarely does he scuffle with Bull... they argue sometimes, and have stand-offs, the , macho version of "king rooster', but they often work together. Besides, John has his own problems that occupy his time.
The story as it was told to the police highlights how the story can be so different, especially based on the individual backgrounds. Bull with his abusive father and intense military background. The Farmer's wife, as a child watching her father beat up her mother, and shoot not only her pet dog, but the puppies it's given birth to - which was why her father shot the dogs - they couldn't feed their own family of 5.
The point I want to make is how difficult it can be to interpret domestic abuse and violence. How do substances play into the situations. How do past experiences? What lesson is there in interpreting other cases... witness testimony is proven to be unreliable. And John's story describes why that can be. In a situation truly serious, it would have been to John's benefit to go to lock-down. The problem with that if there are charges... which then involves court, so it's no wonder 911 isn't called more often.
John and Bull are like grown-up brothers, as he describes it. As John puts it, "I never had the kind of brother where we had scuffles like that. Aside from the pain, they connected as he feels they were both frustrated to the point the scuffle was a positive event." As long as it's a rare occurrence I tend to agree.
There's a lot of domestic style violence or abuse that goes on. It's something generally considered a personalissue. Words, phrases, verbatim directed towards another with the intend to degrade, lower self-esteem, attack character or personal integrity, are all just as painful as a fist in one's face. Some events such as these become public, and result in legal intervention... much goes unnoticed, except by those involved. Case in point, John Miller - The Bull in the Garden".
He comes to me wincing from pain on his left side... feels like broken ribs, but probably just bruised. He's got a cut on his head, bleeding but scabbed over. So I ask him, "John, what happened?"
"It was tax-time"... two days before the federal tax deadline. The Bull had waited until the last minute to do his taxes. He'd been pretty much unemployed that whole previous year, being a carpenter, few people were looking for his skills. He'd had a few jobs, so had to file."
"He decided to do it online. I think the one the IRS provides for free."
"What you need to understand is dial-up internet is what we have, and a server distributes the connection, something called ICS (Internet Connection Sharing). Dial-up is slow enough, but when three computers share the same connection, it's frustrating. What has to happen is the other two computers need to be idle if someone is working on something like taxes."
"Exactly what I was doing in my room - I wasn't using the internet, i was watching a movie on my computer. From Bulls direction I heard cussing and complaints. Eventually I paused the movie and went over to talk to him."
"His response - 'are you *ucking with the internet? I keep getting disconnected, lose stuff'... he was angry, frustrated. I assured him i wasn't on the internet, I was watching a movie, it was the dial-up, not me". He wasn't buying it. I went back to my room to resume watching the movie."
"Didn't last long... Bulls irritation was growing by the minute... I paused the movie and again went out to see if I could help."
"Another thing you would need to know. Bull has a short fuse. He grew up with a father that would slam him against the wall, punch and hit him. Overall bull is a great guy... but he's got this 'dark-side' one has to be wary of. For me, that night, after 4 beers, not wary enough"
"Bull launched himself at me... tackled me, and being almost twice my weight, had me pinned to the floor, his knee across my throat, the other knee over my ribcage. I wedged my right arm under the knee across my throat, as he spewed and threatened, and held his fist in a way to hold back, but consider a punch... his mind was reliving his past... he was his father."
"Long story short, the Farmer's wife pulled him off of me, but then I was so frustrated I grabbed my throat and mimed my being choked, which freaked out the Farmer's wife, and prompted a new scuffle between bull and I. The Farmer's wife called her brother, who said to call 911, which is what she did. In the meantime Bull has dragged me down the stairs trying to toss me out. As I wiry guy no way could he get me out that door - short of injuring me to the point that resistance is futile. I think I kicked him in the groin, which is what he remembers."
The police arrived, I was in my room. I got the knock on the door and had to talk to the police chief. And another officer. Somehow, the call was that I was trying to strangle myself... so I was asked if I am suicidal? I laugh, but quickly explain, No, I was pissed and I pretended to strangle myself out of frustration. It was a mime. The Farmer's wife and the Bull are downstairs. Or Bull is sequestered outside - don't know as I was upstairs. Six cops altogether, 3 cruisers. Bull tells the story I attacked him. I tell how Bull attacked me. The Farmer's wife recalls I tried to strangle myself. The chief ultimately tells me no one's charged with anything, but that it is routine to take someone away from the scene to lock-down for the night in domestic calls such as this... and since I'd had four beers, that would be me... BUT! Under the circumstances, given the story that unfolded"... if you promise to go into your room, shut the door and stay there I make clear to the other two you are not to be bothered the rest of the night."
"Ah... thank-you chief... and off I was to my room. To contemplate".
End of Story
John Miller's story is fiction, of course... as is much in a person's everyday life. By that I mean many of us create our own reality - a fact of life! Some may have a tough time with that truth... and all I can say is, no matter how much we want it otherwise, Reality is Subjective. Given that truth, there are still tremendous influences put on individuals... by parents, laws, rules, etc.
In contemplating the story John was fortunate the chief was considerate. Technically, in a domestic situation, someone is taken away. To those on the outside of the domestic situation, ie, law enforcement, they get the facts from witnesses, evidence. John has a cut on his head, redness to his throat... Bull is happy and shooting the shit with the cops outside, from the way his story goes.
In John's case, rarely does he scuffle with Bull... they argue sometimes, and have stand-offs, the , macho version of "king rooster', but they often work together. Besides, John has his own problems that occupy his time.
The story as it was told to the police highlights how the story can be so different, especially based on the individual backgrounds. Bull with his abusive father and intense military background. The Farmer's wife, as a child watching her father beat up her mother, and shoot not only her pet dog, but the puppies it's given birth to - which was why her father shot the dogs - they couldn't feed their own family of 5.
The point I want to make is how difficult it can be to interpret domestic abuse and violence. How do substances play into the situations. How do past experiences? What lesson is there in interpreting other cases... witness testimony is proven to be unreliable. And John's story describes why that can be. In a situation truly serious, it would have been to John's benefit to go to lock-down. The problem with that if there are charges... which then involves court, so it's no wonder 911 isn't called more often.
John and Bull are like grown-up brothers, as he describes it. As John puts it, "I never had the kind of brother where we had scuffles like that. Aside from the pain, they connected as he feels they were both frustrated to the point the scuffle was a positive event." As long as it's a rare occurrence I tend to agree.
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