Here are some obvious and oft abused dating profile photo don'ts for the ladies (oh, and the guys too; only, um, different).
These have all been seen a million times, so here goes....
1) Don't put yourself in a picture with your best, and typically better looking, younger, or slimmer friend....
2)...even if (or perhaps especially if) that best friend is...a guy. Or a brother, or a cousin, or, well you get the idea.
3) Do not post a photo of you with your ex-. No, ex fiancée, nor ex boyfriend, or husband, or even just guy friend. Especially, if you're hanging all over them, kissing them, or even just staring deeply into their eyes.
4) Do not show a picture of your dog.
5) Do not show a picture of your cat! Or your rat, your gerbil, or whatever.
6) Do not do the aforementioned, especially if you aren't showing a picture of yourself, and Do NOT....
7)...put your pet as your Main photo!
8) Don't put up a picture of yourself with a bunch of your girlfriends. Guys are going to assume you aren't the hottest one in the picture. And if they
don't, they should. And if they don't, then you will most likely have to get around to telling them you aren't the hot one.
9) Don't put up a picture of yourself with a bunch of your family all surrounding you. On the other hand, if you're looking to turn a guy off, then go for it; you're on the right track.
10) Don't put up a picture of you with your sister, daughter, or niece (or all three) along with you, especially if they are the younger, cuter, slimmer or more intelligent looking one (see 1 above). Its guaranteed that guys will decide you are the one in the picture that is either the older, less attractive or bigger one; all that depending upon being whatever the opposite is of what your intentions are (and you can probably bet money on it).
11) Do not show you, in the middle of all your friends at a bar; how in the hell
are they supposed to know which one is you?
12) Remember that whatever you post in a photo, people new to you, do not know you. So if your intention is to draw people in to you, and considering that
they don't know that was the only time you ever got on a table and danced half
naked; well, how are they supposed to know that?
13) Finally, do NOT use a photo of you in a wedding gown! No, a bridesmaid's gown doesn't make it either, Baaabyyyy!
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Monday, August 16, 2010
Armenian Genocide
Maybe you have heard about the "Armenian Genocide" that happened in Greece in 1915?
Hitchens
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HzpGrC6rm-g&feature=related
60 Minutes
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7M4gg0bExKg&feature=related
Wikipedia
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Armenian_Genocide
I don't have a feeling about this one way or another. Some claim it never happened, some claim it did. I do feel if it happened, and I get the feeling it did, that this was a horrible thing. What I do think, is that this is an issue in that country, that has involved the entire world to at least some degree. There is only one way to deal with that kind of thing. End it. Obviously, it can't be ended as Greece has tried to end it. So, they need to do something different.
Much like with the Slave trade in Early America, one needs to embrace one's past and deal with it, then put it behind you. Not, to try to ignore it or claim that it never happened. How childish is that?
What it comes down to is, Is it history? Is it YOUR history (Greece?). Because if so, then you will just have to "man up" (some claim, "woman up" is a more intense and relevant phrase and maybe so, but either way....), admit it, get it over with, be done with it.
Or, we can just slug along forever with this controversy continuing with bad feelings all around.
Your choice.
Hitchens
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HzpGrC6rm-g&feature=related
60 Minutes
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7M4gg0bExKg&feature=related
Wikipedia
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Armenian_Genocide
I don't have a feeling about this one way or another. Some claim it never happened, some claim it did. I do feel if it happened, and I get the feeling it did, that this was a horrible thing. What I do think, is that this is an issue in that country, that has involved the entire world to at least some degree. There is only one way to deal with that kind of thing. End it. Obviously, it can't be ended as Greece has tried to end it. So, they need to do something different.
Much like with the Slave trade in Early America, one needs to embrace one's past and deal with it, then put it behind you. Not, to try to ignore it or claim that it never happened. How childish is that?
What it comes down to is, Is it history? Is it YOUR history (Greece?). Because if so, then you will just have to "man up" (some claim, "woman up" is a more intense and relevant phrase and maybe so, but either way....), admit it, get it over with, be done with it.
Or, we can just slug along forever with this controversy continuing with bad feelings all around.
Your choice.
Master Chef - Gordon Ramsey does it again?
I watched Master Chef the other night. I had missed episode one. But in my opinion, Chef Gordon Ramsey has hit another golden nail on the head.
He must have asked himself: "What is missing, what haven't we done yet, oh yes, America, the little people, we've actually missed bringing the conman folk into the limelight. We need to give THEM a chance at fame and fortune. Yes! That's IT! Its a natural! I know it!"
And I think, he was right.
He must have asked himself: "What is missing, what haven't we done yet, oh yes, America, the little people, we've actually missed bringing the conman folk into the limelight. We need to give THEM a chance at fame and fortune. Yes! That's IT! Its a natural! I know it!"
And I think, he was right.
Friday, August 13, 2010
Christopher Hitchens being waterboarded
I think Christopher Hitchens is a breath of fresh air in a world consumed with Religion and confused thought (not to confuse the two, I refer to them here only as separate elements). I think Hitchens is a clear, precise and logical thinker. We need more of that around the world.
However, his professing the stupidity of religious thought, as magical thinking, etc., has given him a great following of religious people who either hate him, or pray for him, but at least expect him to most likely, one day expire and burn in Hell for all eternity.
In that vein, if you are one of those who really do not like him and wouldn't mind vicariously watching him go through a miserable experience, I offer you this:
The Water-boarding of Christopher Hitchens.
Now that you have that in your mind, I'm not sure if you can empathize the miserable, horrible experience of this form of "benign" (?) torture. A form of torture the US has historically denounced for American citizens and in recent times has indicated as an acceptable form of torture for us to engage in.
Anyone who has ever had the experience of nearly drowning, would appreciate how horrible this tactic is, but you would also have to accept that this is even worse, because of how they go about it and having an absorbent towel placed on your face.
I agree we should take somewhat extraordinary measures in tracking down terrorists. But we at least need to understand what that means and therefore, be and feel responsible. Is ignorance an excuse?
However, his professing the stupidity of religious thought, as magical thinking, etc., has given him a great following of religious people who either hate him, or pray for him, but at least expect him to most likely, one day expire and burn in Hell for all eternity.
In that vein, if you are one of those who really do not like him and wouldn't mind vicariously watching him go through a miserable experience, I offer you this:
The Water-boarding of Christopher Hitchens.
Now that you have that in your mind, I'm not sure if you can empathize the miserable, horrible experience of this form of "benign" (?) torture. A form of torture the US has historically denounced for American citizens and in recent times has indicated as an acceptable form of torture for us to engage in.
Anyone who has ever had the experience of nearly drowning, would appreciate how horrible this tactic is, but you would also have to accept that this is even worse, because of how they go about it and having an absorbent towel placed on your face.
I agree we should take somewhat extraordinary measures in tracking down terrorists. But we at least need to understand what that means and therefore, be and feel responsible. Is ignorance an excuse?
Planets Align for the Perseid Meteor Shower
If you've never seen a meteor shower, you should check this out, because its too much fun, not to mention, if you have kids, they love it. Of course, you'd have to get them up to see it.
"The planets will hang together in the western sky until 10 pm or so. When they leave, following the sun below the horizon, you should stay, because that is when the Perseid meteor shower begins. From 10 pm until dawn, meteors will flit across the starry sky in a display that's even more exciting than a planetary get-together."
From NASA on Perseid Meteor Shower
"The planets will hang together in the western sky until 10 pm or so. When they leave, following the sun below the horizon, you should stay, because that is when the Perseid meteor shower begins. From 10 pm until dawn, meteors will flit across the starry sky in a display that's even more exciting than a planetary get-together."
From NASA on Perseid Meteor Shower
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Are Mothers a wonderful thing?
So you think mother's are a wonderful thing, do you?
Obviously, you've not met my Mom. A lot of people like to say that. But, for few of them is it true.
With my mom, it is, indeed, the truth. To quote Kathy Griffin, "I think my mother gave me a mental illness an hour ago."
Yes, she was wonderful in having me (she was pregnant like five times and got married after each time except the first, but only because she lost it). So, yeah, I'm glad she didn't abort me or end up aborting me, be it by choice or accident or act of her very confused God.
Then there were the early years, yeah, she was pretty cool, a fun mom (psycho, but fun). Actually what I thought then was fun I realize now was her being a bit insane. I didn't see her inconsistencies, I thought she was just like me, turn on a dime and do something for no apparent reason.
Later years? Yeah, she stood up for me. Like the time I blew up my Jr High. No one got hurt, and I was trying to be careful. When I told her on the phone when I got home, like the Vice Principle told me to do, she laughed.
She used to drive my older brother and sister around, their band members and all their equipment. She hosted band practice every Thursday night 7:30PM to 10PM (curfew). Everyone in the neighborhood used to sit on their front steps and listen in the summer time. There were always hot teen girls hanging around on band night and others times, I was about 12. The band was The Barons, but there were two other bands in town named that, so they had my sister join them (my brother was 19, my sister 14, she played the organ). So they added her name to the band's name and off they went.
They even one the battle of the bands at Ft. Lewis Army Base. They rented an old church in Lacey, near Olympia, the state capital. Weekend I'd watch a little tiny b/w TV and sell drinks and stuff from a closet with a French door. But we didn't have a license so the city told us to stop, that funded the rental and the gas money so we had to stop. But it was cool while it lasted and it was all there was for teens to do in Lacey back then on a weekend night.
But then the down side. Not to mention her four divorces. The obvious trouble with her husbands, both during and after marriage. The degree of vitriol she held for her last husband, whom she married like five times total for some reason. He always seemed to hate me. Except when he liked having me around. Which wasn't often. They continued to live together until one summer, in 2002, when they had the week from hell.
Long story short, they now live opposite sides of the US. My sister moved to Dallas twenty-five years ago. I asked her husband one day a few years after they moved, jokingly, "So, did you guys move far enough from Mom?" His answer: "there is no where far enough. The moon is too close."
My Grandmother. My Mom's Mom. She told me once, that she often wondered, did someone swap her daughter out in the delivery room? I could believe it. My Aunt, my mom's older sister, and my Grandmother were far more similar than my Mom and they ever were. So what happened?
A few deaths in the family, misusing drugs, not achieving her fantasized potential, things like that probably; possibly, some mental illness on top of it all, and a lifetime of ADD probably too.
So, what's the point of all this? Bad things happen in life. We don't all reach our potential, "potential". Life can be difficult. The Buddhists say, life is suffering, its all about how to make it through. Sometimes life really isn't worth living. So, what do we do about it? We survive. We continue on. We do our best. We enjoy the little things.
So, pay attention. Notice the positive things; dwell on the good, not the bad. Sometimes, smile, even though you don't want to. Because, its a fact, if you smile on the inside, you smile on the outside. And if you smile on the outside, it makes you smile (at least a little bit) on the inside. See? If you have bad times, you focus on them, so don't focus on them. Focus on the little good you can fine, lower your expectations, in order to make it through. But always strive, work toward a better life.
Think! Make REASONABLE plans to better your life, achievable plans. Be good to people, it acts like a magnet, and good will come back to you. That's not farfetched, or New Age thinking, its rational, reality. Smack someone every time you walk by, they will fear and hate you, flinch when you approach; but smile, say nice things, help someone, and they will be far more predisposed to feel and be that way toward you. Do it on a larger scale, and well, you can see the perspective.
Above all, hang in there, survive, and smile.
Obviously, you've not met my Mom. A lot of people like to say that. But, for few of them is it true.
With my mom, it is, indeed, the truth. To quote Kathy Griffin, "I think my mother gave me a mental illness an hour ago."
Yes, she was wonderful in having me (she was pregnant like five times and got married after each time except the first, but only because she lost it). So, yeah, I'm glad she didn't abort me or end up aborting me, be it by choice or accident or act of her very confused God.
Then there were the early years, yeah, she was pretty cool, a fun mom (psycho, but fun). Actually what I thought then was fun I realize now was her being a bit insane. I didn't see her inconsistencies, I thought she was just like me, turn on a dime and do something for no apparent reason.
Later years? Yeah, she stood up for me. Like the time I blew up my Jr High. No one got hurt, and I was trying to be careful. When I told her on the phone when I got home, like the Vice Principle told me to do, she laughed.
She used to drive my older brother and sister around, their band members and all their equipment. She hosted band practice every Thursday night 7:30PM to 10PM (curfew). Everyone in the neighborhood used to sit on their front steps and listen in the summer time. There were always hot teen girls hanging around on band night and others times, I was about 12. The band was The Barons, but there were two other bands in town named that, so they had my sister join them (my brother was 19, my sister 14, she played the organ). So they added her name to the band's name and off they went.
They even one the battle of the bands at Ft. Lewis Army Base. They rented an old church in Lacey, near Olympia, the state capital. Weekend I'd watch a little tiny b/w TV and sell drinks and stuff from a closet with a French door. But we didn't have a license so the city told us to stop, that funded the rental and the gas money so we had to stop. But it was cool while it lasted and it was all there was for teens to do in Lacey back then on a weekend night.
But then the down side. Not to mention her four divorces. The obvious trouble with her husbands, both during and after marriage. The degree of vitriol she held for her last husband, whom she married like five times total for some reason. He always seemed to hate me. Except when he liked having me around. Which wasn't often. They continued to live together until one summer, in 2002, when they had the week from hell.
Long story short, they now live opposite sides of the US. My sister moved to Dallas twenty-five years ago. I asked her husband one day a few years after they moved, jokingly, "So, did you guys move far enough from Mom?" His answer: "there is no where far enough. The moon is too close."
My Grandmother. My Mom's Mom. She told me once, that she often wondered, did someone swap her daughter out in the delivery room? I could believe it. My Aunt, my mom's older sister, and my Grandmother were far more similar than my Mom and they ever were. So what happened?
A few deaths in the family, misusing drugs, not achieving her fantasized potential, things like that probably; possibly, some mental illness on top of it all, and a lifetime of ADD probably too.
So, what's the point of all this? Bad things happen in life. We don't all reach our potential, "potential". Life can be difficult. The Buddhists say, life is suffering, its all about how to make it through. Sometimes life really isn't worth living. So, what do we do about it? We survive. We continue on. We do our best. We enjoy the little things.
So, pay attention. Notice the positive things; dwell on the good, not the bad. Sometimes, smile, even though you don't want to. Because, its a fact, if you smile on the inside, you smile on the outside. And if you smile on the outside, it makes you smile (at least a little bit) on the inside. See? If you have bad times, you focus on them, so don't focus on them. Focus on the little good you can fine, lower your expectations, in order to make it through. But always strive, work toward a better life.
Think! Make REASONABLE plans to better your life, achievable plans. Be good to people, it acts like a magnet, and good will come back to you. That's not farfetched, or New Age thinking, its rational, reality. Smack someone every time you walk by, they will fear and hate you, flinch when you approach; but smile, say nice things, help someone, and they will be far more predisposed to feel and be that way toward you. Do it on a larger scale, and well, you can see the perspective.
Above all, hang in there, survive, and smile.
I have a defective brain. However....
I have a defective brain.
I've nearly always known about it. Growing up, I never matched up to the other kids. I couldn't fathom math; oh sure, addition, subtraction, multiplication, but division started confusing me early. But when we hit fractions, fractional division, I lost it.
It was about 5th grade I started to realize, I really don't think like other kids. My grades showed it too. But it also showed what I was good at: reading, comprehension, writing. Comprehension, took a while. Once I got into college, I started being told by many people, that I had a talent for writing; that my writings were well drawn, or entertaining. I didn't believe them at first. But when I started hearing it from my Instructors and Professors, I started to believe.
All thought K-12, especially High School, I thought about being a writer. But I couldn't, there were too many mechanics to it, too many rules and I was never very good at rules, or boundaries. I was always over-reaching, over extending, trying to see what was over the next hill. So I knew I could never be a writer. I knew I could probably not be a lot of things, like a brain surgeon, or a physicist. But writer, was going to be out of the question, too.
When got to a university, something I never thought would happen. If I compared my brain to that of my old main Professor at Western Washington University's Psychology Department, Dr. Rod Rees, I saw similarities. But, when I think of him, or my old instructor in the Theater department, Perry Mills, it humbles me.
Dr. Rees I believe, had brain functions and mental processes more like mine, but way down the road from me. He was a great guiding light to me; and my girlfriend at the time, as we were a special couple in the Psychology Department from what I heard (I'd love to know how Dr. Rees' caring nurturing of us, has directed her life since those days). Dr. Rees was part of a "think tank" at Brown University in the '60s. When the student body representatives were looking to affect change, they went to Dr. Rees' team and said, "Here's the situation, what do we do?" Rees and his team analyzed the data, and came back with, "Take over the University, shut it down, take over the administration building." And the rest is history.
Perry Mills, was my guide through the Theatrical realm after I decided to also acquire a minor in Creative Writing, in screenwriting as it turned out, along with fiction and play writing.
Perry has a command of language and historical information unsurpassed in anyone I have ever met; he could see how things tie together and deliver it in an entertaining or at times, in an overwhelming way. Presented in his grand booming voice with his gregarious, animated and overplayed mannerisms, he could whittle you to the quick, or humble you with a word; but he was always a joy to be around. Women loved him, even though sometimes women wanted to hate him. But they simply couldn't, even through his slightly (strike that, somewhat) chauvinist tendencies.
I asked a secretary at the PAC at WWU after he walked away having cheerily ranted about some male / female dichotomy, "How does he get away with that? I could never get away with saying some of the things he says." She was laughing, as was another woman behind the counter that she worked with. She thought about it and said: "How can you not let him get away with it? He's Perry. You want to hate him sometimes, but you just can't."
Nice. I wish I could have gleamed that technique off of him, but he is unique. Part of the issue was, he was usually right and he had a brain the size of a small planet.
The only man I've seen who comes close to him in a long time, is Christopher Hitchens. I hadn't realized it but I think that is wherein lay my fascination with him; in that, to me, he feels quite familiar. I feel that in some way, I understand him.
Now, I had realized as a child that I couldn't think as others do. But, I learned to hide it, to work around it. Since I knew I couldn't conjure up facts like others could; that I could not draw down from the air, esoteric permutations in algebraic notation, or dated facts from history, I wanted to give up. See, I have trouble with recall, but not, with recognition. I cannot call at will previously learned, studied, information. Not immediately, not in the time it takes for test taking in a classroom. Sometimes I can, but I do better on other kinds of testing. I can however, build massive concepts from scratch, at a whim, build something impressive from nothing.
I was horrible at math. It was a strange relationship, I love geometry, but I was really bad at it. On the other hand, I could spin words and concepts, at will; I could build constructs of metaphor and logic with a fair amount of ease. I began to notice that I could do things most others in my classes couldn't do; though I couldn't do most of what was required of us.
And I realized, I had something few had. I knew I could make that work, but how?
And so, in the end, I have always tried to do what I can in life, to work with how my brain works. I realized I'm not great at recalling things quickly, but I'm very good at recognizing them and creating something from nothing. It has always been easy for me to turn a phrase, or conjure a joke; especially when my life depended on it. One has to find what one can do well in life, and profit from it. And not simply bow to the will of the masses, authority, the majority, or the populace.
Remember the maxim: "As the size of a mob increases proportionally, the intellect of it decreases exponentially." Or something like that. You see, I'm not that great at recalling things like that. But I love the internet. Its my extra brain. Use it well, Grasshopper.
So, if you're creative, create. Don't be forced into what "they" want, what "they" expect, or want to expect of you. Schools are mostly designed to kick out a cookie cutter version of people, rather than take the time, or have the time, or the money, to develop people that are good for the world.
Be yourself. Its good to learn to work with the system, but you have to be true to yourself, too. Otherwise, you are fated to always be in the shadow of the current Zeitgeist of your community, your nation, or the world; something that is not good for you, or the rest.
But remember too, that society by its nature, is designed to crave, to build, raise, push to the front or the top, leaders, people to follow, to worship. And then, once they have what the so much desire, the tear them down, destroy them, kill them.
Its just what we do.
I do have a defective brain. However....
...we actually all have defective brains.
I've nearly always known about it. Growing up, I never matched up to the other kids. I couldn't fathom math; oh sure, addition, subtraction, multiplication, but division started confusing me early. But when we hit fractions, fractional division, I lost it.
It was about 5th grade I started to realize, I really don't think like other kids. My grades showed it too. But it also showed what I was good at: reading, comprehension, writing. Comprehension, took a while. Once I got into college, I started being told by many people, that I had a talent for writing; that my writings were well drawn, or entertaining. I didn't believe them at first. But when I started hearing it from my Instructors and Professors, I started to believe.
All thought K-12, especially High School, I thought about being a writer. But I couldn't, there were too many mechanics to it, too many rules and I was never very good at rules, or boundaries. I was always over-reaching, over extending, trying to see what was over the next hill. So I knew I could never be a writer. I knew I could probably not be a lot of things, like a brain surgeon, or a physicist. But writer, was going to be out of the question, too.
When got to a university, something I never thought would happen. If I compared my brain to that of my old main Professor at Western Washington University's Psychology Department, Dr. Rod Rees, I saw similarities. But, when I think of him, or my old instructor in the Theater department, Perry Mills, it humbles me.
Dr. Rees I believe, had brain functions and mental processes more like mine, but way down the road from me. He was a great guiding light to me; and my girlfriend at the time, as we were a special couple in the Psychology Department from what I heard (I'd love to know how Dr. Rees' caring nurturing of us, has directed her life since those days). Dr. Rees was part of a "think tank" at Brown University in the '60s. When the student body representatives were looking to affect change, they went to Dr. Rees' team and said, "Here's the situation, what do we do?" Rees and his team analyzed the data, and came back with, "Take over the University, shut it down, take over the administration building." And the rest is history.
Perry Mills, was my guide through the Theatrical realm after I decided to also acquire a minor in Creative Writing, in screenwriting as it turned out, along with fiction and play writing.
Perry has a command of language and historical information unsurpassed in anyone I have ever met; he could see how things tie together and deliver it in an entertaining or at times, in an overwhelming way. Presented in his grand booming voice with his gregarious, animated and overplayed mannerisms, he could whittle you to the quick, or humble you with a word; but he was always a joy to be around. Women loved him, even though sometimes women wanted to hate him. But they simply couldn't, even through his slightly (strike that, somewhat) chauvinist tendencies.
I asked a secretary at the PAC at WWU after he walked away having cheerily ranted about some male / female dichotomy, "How does he get away with that? I could never get away with saying some of the things he says." She was laughing, as was another woman behind the counter that she worked with. She thought about it and said: "How can you not let him get away with it? He's Perry. You want to hate him sometimes, but you just can't."
Nice. I wish I could have gleamed that technique off of him, but he is unique. Part of the issue was, he was usually right and he had a brain the size of a small planet.
The only man I've seen who comes close to him in a long time, is Christopher Hitchens. I hadn't realized it but I think that is wherein lay my fascination with him; in that, to me, he feels quite familiar. I feel that in some way, I understand him.
Now, I had realized as a child that I couldn't think as others do. But, I learned to hide it, to work around it. Since I knew I couldn't conjure up facts like others could; that I could not draw down from the air, esoteric permutations in algebraic notation, or dated facts from history, I wanted to give up. See, I have trouble with recall, but not, with recognition. I cannot call at will previously learned, studied, information. Not immediately, not in the time it takes for test taking in a classroom. Sometimes I can, but I do better on other kinds of testing. I can however, build massive concepts from scratch, at a whim, build something impressive from nothing.
I was horrible at math. It was a strange relationship, I love geometry, but I was really bad at it. On the other hand, I could spin words and concepts, at will; I could build constructs of metaphor and logic with a fair amount of ease. I began to notice that I could do things most others in my classes couldn't do; though I couldn't do most of what was required of us.
And I realized, I had something few had. I knew I could make that work, but how?
And so, in the end, I have always tried to do what I can in life, to work with how my brain works. I realized I'm not great at recalling things quickly, but I'm very good at recognizing them and creating something from nothing. It has always been easy for me to turn a phrase, or conjure a joke; especially when my life depended on it. One has to find what one can do well in life, and profit from it. And not simply bow to the will of the masses, authority, the majority, or the populace.
Remember the maxim: "As the size of a mob increases proportionally, the intellect of it decreases exponentially." Or something like that. You see, I'm not that great at recalling things like that. But I love the internet. Its my extra brain. Use it well, Grasshopper.
So, if you're creative, create. Don't be forced into what "they" want, what "they" expect, or want to expect of you. Schools are mostly designed to kick out a cookie cutter version of people, rather than take the time, or have the time, or the money, to develop people that are good for the world.
Be yourself. Its good to learn to work with the system, but you have to be true to yourself, too. Otherwise, you are fated to always be in the shadow of the current Zeitgeist of your community, your nation, or the world; something that is not good for you, or the rest.
But remember too, that society by its nature, is designed to crave, to build, raise, push to the front or the top, leaders, people to follow, to worship. And then, once they have what the so much desire, the tear them down, destroy them, kill them.
Its just what we do.
I do have a defective brain. However....
...we actually all have defective brains.
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