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I said Frank was tough. How many of today's clueless, embarrassing, limp-wristed little snowflake rioter-shits have that kind of grit? Not a single fucking one, nor will they ever.

But how to get that dirt out of the house without anyone seeing it and figuring out what he was up to? And where to put it once it was outside? A huge mountain of fresh dirt would be a clear giveaway.

Frank puzzled over this for quite some time -- he had begun to trust my young son (not me) with tiny bits of his secret. In the end his solution was to pull the wheelbarrows backward up his stairs to his second story, and then into the back bedroom. The open window was fitted with a sheet metal chute, and Frank would roll each wheelbarrow up a ramp to the level of the window sill and then dump the dirt and rock down the chute, which led into the steel bed of his ancient Soviet-era dump truck, the box of which was carefully covered by a huge tarp so no one would know what was inside (the Russians had spy planes even in those days for God's sake).

Every few days he drove the truck off to somewhere remote and dumped it, careful to never be followed.

It was a good enough plan except that every wheelbarrow load of rock that went down the chute rattled the entire fucking region and Frank only worked at night. He performed this work for years but I left before it was completed (some disagreement with the local drug mafia)(I foolishly declined the let them sell drugs over the counter in my restaurant), and I never saw the finished product. It must have been magnificent. Frank died of a heart attack a few years later.

Was Frank a spoiled rotten brat?

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No. Frank was the most humble, helpful man on earth, and we talked for endless hours and days and weeks and months about quite sophisticated aspects of human philosophy and Frank was an equal, or better, in every way. There were just some things he wasn't up to speed with in daily life.

Am I a conservative or a liberal? I hate them both equally. I'm a pragmatist. I believe in abortion, even though it's one of the most grisly and soul-killing things on earth. I have a specific and compelling reason to believe in abortion. I would believe wholeheartedly in recreational drugs for fun, if not for that pesky BRAIN DAMAGE AND HEALTH-KILLING THING. I believe in skillful, compassionate, comprehensive education over imprisonment -- except when that education doesn't work because the offender is a spoiled rotten, unrepentant, recalcitrant brat. Then, no more chances or excuses -- cut their antisocial fucking heads off. I loathe hand-wringing and whining, and I see liberals and democrats as terminal hand-wringers, liars and whiners -- I once tried to be one of them. I don't believe in God or law enforcement or the judicial system as it's structured today (great book on that topic here) and I see conservatives as head-busting, beer-boozing, police-state, militant assholes. I do believe in many Christian principles (but not in God), and in responsible law enforcement, and in a sane judicial system. I don't see much of either of those two latter things in America today.

I left the US forever after a mind-numbing experience with a wannabe cop (a California game warden) gone completely berserk with power -- I was pulled over on a California Interstate for not having a front license plate on a car that didn't legally require a front license plate, roughed up and held in handcuffs for 30 minutes. Spoiled rotten brats like that have no place on this earth. I can't imagine ever going back, due mainly to that one horrific experience.

So am I a liberal or a conservative or what?

Hint: Another reason I don't live in the USA because I have no faith in nor respect for either side.

I've spent my life backing up and backing up and backing up, struggling to always take in the bigger picture and the bigger picture and the biggest picture, so I could see modern society clearly and accurately and identify and define the very fabric that makes it up. I now conclude that all things in society could and would work themselves out smoothly and quietly and equitably but for one thing: Spoiled Rotten Brats. As I said at the top of this page: They are the cause of every ongoing social problem on earth. Every single one. Our problems all boil down to that one peculiar strata of humanity.

Decades ago a man named Robert Monroe wrote a series of three books having to do with the human soul. In one book he described leaving his body and floating around. It doesn't matter if you believe in the possibility of leaving your body and floating around or not; I've certainly never experienced it and I have no idea if I believe it's possible in any way, whether before death or after. But Monroe believed it and he talked about a particular experience in which he was drifting happily along, outside of any human body, and was suddenly seized by some sort of little demon asshole. It bit him viciously, raged at him, fought him, tried to destroy him, like a yapping, cowardly little house-dog, and he turned and did his best to counter its attack. Every time he turned to take them on, they backed off just out of reach, but then he turned to take on those approaching from another side, and that served only to bring more and more and more of these little assholes from the first side, which all attacked him ferociously from all the more. He was losing this mysterious battle and losing it in spectacular fashion. He said that eventually there was only one course of action remaining to try; he relaxed, stopped fighting, stopped countering the assaults, and indeed stopped caring. He said they continued to chew on him for a bit, but one by one the little bastards dropped away and presumably went in search of some other prey who cared more and might be more fun for the sadistic character. Then he continued on his journey, whatever that was, unmolested.

I've thought about that endlessly all these decades, trying to grasp what the hell he was talking about. The context of it really doesn't matter, I came to realize. -Whether he was truly traveling out of his body, or was unconsciously referring to real physical life here on this earth, the problem is the same. Evil minions will sooner or later try to take you down for no reason whatsoever except that it's what they do for a living. Trouble is in their hearts. It's the very structure of their DNA. A brown dog can't change its color to white, at least not easily.

When I think of the current BLM riots I understand that those looters and arsons and rapists and killers and robbers and assorted fools and illogical, ranting loudmouths and criminals come from exactly that layer. Maybe Monroe was merely dreaming about real people.

And then I try to understand where beings like that, whether real or ethereal, might come from. And I understand that they are nothing more than spoiled rotten brats.

Maybe we must face them in the afterlife. I know we must face them here. It doesn't matter how far you struggle to remove yourself from society. They WILL find you.


I lived near the Alaska border for some years, in a log cabin with a dirt floor and a hand-made fireplace that was 450 miles from the nearest village by dirt roads, and two days by boat to the nearest one-building establishment. It was bliss. Except that people still found me there, still trespassed, still stole and annoyed and harassed for no reason whatsoever. Spoiled rotten brats. I came to realize that there was no escape on this earth from spoiled rotten brats and if you could ask Monroe's soul, he'd tell you there's no relief after death either. The only relief you'll find lies in how you deal with them.

My brainiac friend, the 180 IQ guy, listened to me lament one day about some people or person or other that I was having ongoing problems with. He finally held the palm of one hand up in the air, facing me, over the table of the restaurant we were eating at, and asked me to put my palm up to his.

I thought it was weird but this friend was almost always weird, at least by the standards of my tiny brain, so I did it. He told me to push his hand away, just as I wanted to push my current tormentors away. He said to let it all out. Push them out of my life. So I did. I pushed hard, meaning to push him right back in his seat as a show of how much I hated those people. But before I could even get a good push going, there was nothing to push against. His hand was gone, completely withdrawn. There was only the air to push against. I pulled my hand back, puzzled.

I wasn't sure how to take that. He was a weird guy, but Jesus -- what was the point of this? What was the lesson?

He regarded me for a moment. I always thought he was smirking slightly at me, like a male Mona Lisa. I waited. Finally he said, "When they call, don't answer the phone.

As low as my IQ is, I got it.

These minions were in my life and in my face because they wanted to PUSH. They were Monroe's demons, looking for any shred of resistance. Go read a good definition for Internet trolls (cerebral sadists) and you'll understand more. They didn't care what they were pushing against, just so long as there was something to push against. Like the schoolyard bullies who trolled the halls of high school looking for trouble and they always, always found it, no matter how invisible you tried to make yourself. Even if you became a mouse, you were still a mouse, and that presented to them something to torment. But they couldn't attack nothingness. So.....become nothingness -- it's a frame of mind, not a look -- and they would quickly go away. When the fucking shitballs of the world come calling, don't answer the phone.

To become invisible to spoiled rotten brat assholes is difficult, yet it's not. It's a bit like the concept of "pulling yourself up by your own bootstraps". Clearly that's impossible. Yet it's not. I've done it. But I can't tell you how to do it (small brain and all). Work at it awhile and see what works. If you don't present something the spoiled rotten brat assholes can push against, they stagger off in search of something that will resist their insanity, and leave you in peace.

I've had limited success with that remedy over my lifetime because, apparently, my brain is not all that big and my soul not all that evolved. But I recognize it as the solution to all things asshole-ish. I just wish I was better at implementing it.

Who is a spoiled rotten brat?

Almost every politician on earth.

Kennedy (JFK) was my hero, but he was largely a spoiled rotten brat, like most Kennedys. Reagan, conversely, was NOT a spoiled rotten brat. He was a logical, humble, forthright, valuable human being. Is Trump a spoiled rotten brat? Pretty-much, yes. But he has some great policies. Biden? Terminally spoiled. Pelosi, -- let's not even go there. Is Obama spoiled? Obama is one of the most spoiled fools on earth. Cocky little son of as bitch and stupid to boot. Clever, yes. But profoundly unwise. Hitler? Spoiled rotten brat. All serial killers are spoiled rotten brats. I quit Federal law enforcement four lifetimes ago because most of my unit were spoiled rotten brats. What's the percentage of spoiled rotten brats in the world?

USA: About 75%.

SE Asia, about 15%.

China: About 85%.

Greenland? 15%.

Canada: 80%.

Mexico: 60%.

US cities/states?

Seattle, nearly 100%.

Salt Lake City, 50%.

Denver, 75%.

Washington D.C., 100%.

San Fransisco, 97%.

Hawaii, 100%.

Los Angeles, 99%.

Phoenix pre-California invasion: 20%; post California takeover: 95%.

Portland, Oregon: 89%.

Fallon, Nevada: 90%.

Anchorage, Alaska? 75%.

Rifle, Colorado: 15%.

Hardly a scientific survey, but in the ballpark.

Murderers, rapists, arsonists, car-jackers, pedophiles, social-media moguls, liberal college professors, bankers, state and local law enforcement -- all 100% or bumping 100% spoiled rotten brats.

Federal law enforcement: 100%. Stinking drunk with power.

Conservative politicians: 86%.

Nancy Pelosi: so far off the charts as to be incalculable; she should be studied by the psychiatry profession for decades after her brain is dissected, assuming it's not just jello-impregnated steel wool.

When I was a "big" eBayer, I came to the conclusion after many years that 90% of the bad, dishonest, lying, scamming buyers I encountered came from Hawaii. I blocked the entire state. No bidders from Hawaii. Spoiled brats. And eBay life, after that, was far more pleasant.

When I was a "big" online retailer, I learned that 90% of the attempted frauds and absolutely barking-mad customers came from New York City proper (only upscale Manhattan). I blocked a number of NYC zip codes from ordering my products, and a huge weight was lifted from my business headaches.

Sometimes it's easy to identify the spoiled rotten brats living among us. Sometimes, like spotting a Body Snatcher, it's really hard until they come at you with some kind of dizzy bullshit.

Ever have any business interaction with Hollyweird? I have. There's barely a keeper in the entire bunch. Maybe (maybe) Eastwood.

And sometimes some seemingly simple human being like the neighborhood plumber can turn out to be a spoiled rotten brat. They come in all shapes and sizes.

The places I most often run into spoiled rotten brats are in American convenience stores, late at night. Homey don do dat no mo'.

But they can be anywhere.


Older white man walks into a Filipino bar outside Manila. Filipino man and wife sitting at a table. Old man starts a pool game, then keeps eying the woman. Presently he walks over and asks her to go to his room. She declines. He offers to pay. She declines. He makes an ass of himself. Husband tells him to fuck off. White man takes his beer and pours it over the woman's head.

Shoot him in the fucking face with a .44 magnum? Yes, of course, and you should receive a bounty for one left ear to cover the cost of the bullet. SE Asia is absolutely teeming with human feces just like this and much worse. There's barely a white man worthy of breathing earth's air in this region. I no longer associate with them by a factor of 99.5%.

A friend came to visit me in SE Asia a few years ago. I'd known him for 30 years. He owned a successful upscale hair salon in downtown Seattle.

He wants to go to a prostitute bar, so I take him. We meet a middle aged woman on her first night. No English; not a word; not even hello. She had lost her food-stall job (paying $2.50 per 11 hour day) and her kids were literally hungry. This was the only option left to her but she was in complete and utter hell and truly didn't want to be there. If my friend took her for $25, he'd be her first customer ever.

They talked awhile while the mamasan patiently translated and he was the perfect gentleman. Finally he told her she was precisely what he was looking for all his life. He wanted to know if she'd go to America with him. I watched her eyes go wide. Like she'd won the lottery. It couldn't possibly happen, yet it had happened. She was speechless and began to cry, and between sobs she had the mamasan ask him, "You mean I can stop to work in the bar?" He nodded yes, and hugged her. She sobbed and sobbed.

He said he had to go take care of some things but he'd be back for her in the morning and they would go to the Embassy and start seeing about a VISA. She cried even more and was afraid to let him go. I had no idea what to think of this; the guy had never been anything but a stand-up man as long as I'd ever known him.

We got into a tuktuk and drove a few sois away, and he busted out laughing. I asked him what. He said, "Can you believe that shit? She actually believed me!" At that point I'd been in SE Asia nearly a decade and I knew every type of girl -- this one was a real one. Their command of English is often a give-away, but there are many other markers to watch. This one was real.

I stopped the tuktuk and kicked him out in the middle of nowhere. Never talked to him again. Fucking spoiled rotten brat. How ya doin', Rick?

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People who beat women, and children, and pets, like my father, are spoiled rotten brats. Just human garbage. What is the legal definition of pornography? That which has "no redeeming social value". I might argue with that, but lots and lots of human beings in the world fit that definition to a "T". --Far more than most good and trusting people realize. And the number is growing exponentially. Just watch the evening news.

Take a moment or two and try to list the times non-spoiled brats have caused trouble of any kind, big or small, with anything or anyone, ever, anyplace. I dare you.

The person who is humble, polite, sincere, logical, thankful, reliable, decent, forgiving, and helpful, regardless of intelligence quotient score, is virtually unknown in the ranks of trouble-makers.

Virtually every ongoing social problem on earth traces back to Spoiled Rotten Brats. Think what the world might be without them.

Ah, but all types of beings serve SOME purpose in humanity? You can't have a rainbow without all the colors? Bullshit. The color of the spoiled rotten brat is black. Remove it from the rainbow and see what happens.

If I were a space alien with a powerful armada of amazing ships equipped with humongous ray guns and I was commanded to go to earth and make it a vastly better place, what strata of society would I target?

Where do we encounter the highest concentrations of flaming assholes and spoiled rotten brats?

On the roads, of course.

There are several reasons. It is said that when people drink, their inner personalities come out and I believe that's almost always true. And when people get into their cars, they think they're both anonymous and powerful -- kind of like when you're drinking.

There's also the stress component. As you're driving along, even at 30 mph, with the kids in the backseat playing games and chattering, a nice song on the radio, beautiful weather, no particular stressors in your life -- you don't knowingly have, say, cancer or hoovenmouth or rabies, and your job is going, well, more or less OK (except for your spoiled rotten brat boss), and your spouse hasn't cheated on you in awhile, and largely, life is pretty good. BUT-- whether you realize it or not you're under pretty significant stress from the certain knowledge that at any given instant over the next 60 seconds, you could be dead. Or mangled. Quadriplegic. Dismembered. Your family could be literally bleeding out before your eyes, convulsing, begging you to save them, telling you they love you --- there are a million, billion ways this can happen, and, as streets and roads get more and more crowded (how many Chinese in the US now?), it's no longer a matter of "if" something horrific can happen in an instant, it's a matter of when. Statistically, your odds of being in an accident in any 17 year period are....wait for hundred percent. That's for the average driver, putting on, maybe 40,000 miles in a year. I've driven way over 100,000 miles in semi-tractor-trailer big rigs (I was an instructor), and about 130,000 miles on motorcycles, and around 350,000 miles in cars. Aircraft and boats aren't counted in miles. I've had five accidents, none at-fault; two times hit by sober people, and three times hit by drunks. But if you're dead and mangled, it means not a whit if it was your fault or not. Your bones won't heal any faster if the other guy was drunk or at-fault or both.

The point is, you're subconsciously under tremendous stress all the time when driving, even though you may not know it. I've taken to tracking my heart rate on my iPhone when driving. I drive motorcycles all over SE Asia, where the fatality and accident rate is the highest in the world. I refused to drive there for the first year because it was clearly, obviously, a slaughterhouse. My heart rate is markedly elevated there, just driving to the store on a normal day, as I ride over chalk outline after chalk outline after chalk outline on the pavement beneath my wheels, illustrating the fatalities that happened there only since the last rain. That in itself ain't good for the stress levels!

Horses appear to be mostly calm creatures. --Just moseying around, munching grass, swishing their tails, but the truth is they're being bombarded by all kinds of stressors that are invisible to most people. Only after a lifetime of fooling with them do I recognize the signs of a horse beginning to stress out. They give off signals very, very early in the process and if you can spot them, you're money ahead when working with equines. If you can't read the signs of a horse stressing out, you'll be shocked when it explodes. If you CAN read the signs, you can almost always avert an episode. That's true of humans too.

Maybe you've got your pony in the barn, brushing it out. It seems perfectly calm and happy. But if your horse had a gauge on its forehead, you could read the stress levels unceasingly going up and down, depending on countless factors within its sphere of awareness. Maybe there's a kid riding a bike 80 yards away, and his red jacket is flapping in the breeze. The horse sees this because horses are superb at scanning for and assessing threats in the wild. After all, they don't have claws -- they're at a disadvantage to almost every predator, except for their ability to run. Many horse's stressors go up slightly just being tied up. They know they can't run, and so they're vulnerable. Domestic horses are mostly OK with this, but not some others who have spent some portion of their lives out on the range, running and escaping as a matter of routine life. Maybe your horse has some perceived problem with red flapping jackets. Sometimes a horse's fears are all in its head but that doesn't make it any less uncomfortable. I rode a horse for many years that was terrified of big black stumps. Maybe he had had a bad experience with a bear in his years out on the open ranges of southern Colorado. --Didn't matter. He was still plenty scared of big black stumps and all my efforts over many years to desensitize him to that were only partially successful.

So your kindly bronc is in your barn, gazing contentedly outside while you brush him down, and he spies that dastardly little brat on the bike with the flapping red jacket. That potential threat is 80 yards away, and the horse knows he can easily outrun it, and it's not a HUGE threat anyway, because the red jacket he had a bad experience with didn't actually jump on his back and try to rip his throat out, but still... That flapping red jacket thing goes into a category in the back of his mind as something to keep an eye on, just in case, and he won't forget about it for quite some time. If that damned red jacket pops up again 30 minutes later, the horse is thinking, holy shit -- that's that Goddamned red jacket again. It MUST be up to something to keep skulking around like this. And so the stress of that red jacket might be increased by .5%. You might never notice how this has raised his stress level, but it has, if only slightly.

Next, a loud car passes by out on the highway. No one likes loud cars, especially animals with great hearing. That adds just a tiny bit to his stress level.

Maybe some assholes over in the next ranchette start popping off little .22 caliber rounds. Maybe shooting a snake. Maybe shooting a marauding coyote after their chickens, maybe only drunken assholes making noise for fun (spoiled rotten brats). That gets added to the little shreds of stress that are swirling around in the back of your horse's brain. You still don't notice his discomfort.

Maybe a friend has parked a ways away on your property and suddenly pops around the corner of the barn, right in front of your horse. That startles him a little. If not for the kid with the red flapping jacket and the rude car and the punks next door shooting whatever, the neighbor popping in to say high wouldn't really be a factor for the horse, but since he is subconsciously weighing these other things, and a dozen other things you can't even identify, the neighbor startles him pretty good. The horse is thinking, holy shit -- that little fucker on the bike, and those assholes shooting guns, and that fuckhead in the loud car, and I might have seen a snake a few minutes ago, and that dog was looking at me in not a nice way when I was in the stall (where is that coyote now?), and I didn't sleep all that well last night because there was a LOT OF GODDAMNED MUSIC FROM YOUR HOUSE -- and then, and THEN, this son of a bitch JUMPS at me from around the corner of the barn? Well fuck this shit. I wasn't cut out for this. I'm outta here.

And the horse panics a little, jerks back on the tie-downs, realizes he's TRAPPED LIKE A RAT and so panics all the more. Then, maybe you have on your hands a full-blown blow-up.

Most of these perceived stresses can be trained out of a horse, but not all, and it depends on the horse, too. They're not all stamped from a cookie cutter.


The point is that humans are quite a bit like equines in some ways. Your stress levels while driving can be far higher than you realize, and that can cause you to react to situations in inappropriate ways.

I was at a small airport once -- I owned a helicopter logging operation and we were refueling at the end of the day. A sport pilot in some kind of prissy little Cessna landed and pulled up to the fuel pump. The yuppy jumped out and started frantically scrambling around, JERKING open his fuel filler, getting his fuel stick then throwing it back behind the seat because the fuel level didn't matter anyway as he was going to fill the tanks, getting his logbook, accidentally dropping it on the ground, almost glaring at us as though that could make the stove-oil flow faster through those hoses so we'd GET THE HELL OUT OF HIS WAY. This guy was a bomb whose fuse had already been lit. He was in no condition to fly.

We walked over to him and in a friendly manner, apologized for taking so long (we burned 40 gallons an hour, so we needed a lot of diesel) and, smiling, we very calmly asked him if he was late for something.

He said yes, he needed to get out to another airport that was located on a sandbar about 20 minutes away but he'd needed fuel, and it was starting to get dark, and the airport had no lights, and he had never flown at night before, and he only had twenty hours in this aircraft, and his wife and kids were waiting for him because they had a dinner appointment and they had no money on them and -- hell, his cat was probably pregnant and his dog had mange and his kid just got a bad report card and -- and who knows what other stressors were picking away at his calm.

We explained that he seemed "a little agitated" (actually, near panic) and that he was in no condition to be flying at that particular moment, and we purposely delayed him there for a full five minutes, just talking, watching his breathing slow and become more regular, and finally we explained that this 5 minutes wasn't going to affect the light level on the runway, and even if he waited 20 more minutes, the flight could still be done safely, and we just generally soothed him for five full minutes. At the end of it he looked up at us and smiled, and said, "You know, you just saved my life." And we said, "Yes, we know. Have a nice flight." And he did -- we checked -- and he landed safely and met his family and all was well with the world for him, and for us.

Many people, when they drive, allow themselves to become stressed to exactly that point and they aren't even aware of it -- and on top of all that, there's the knowledge that it's very, very possible some drunken spoiled rotten brat will hit them and kill them before they even get to 7-11. That's a huge baseline of stress. The level of stress is in the same category as combat. It can turn an otherwise reasonable human being into an unreasonable, unreasoning, illogical, spoiled rotten brat with an attitude.

In traffic confrontations it's sometimes difficult to see, at first glance, exactly which party is the spoiled rotten asshole. Sometimes it's both. So let's look at some scenarios:

You're driving down the highway, happy, calm, sober, aware, and a car is merging from an on-ramp or other access. Instead of speeding up to get in front of you, or slowing down to merge behind you, he tries to merge right into the side of you. You honk and swerve, barely avoiding a wreck. The jerk ignores you and goes away.

Was anybody a spoiled rotten brat in this case? Probably not. The bad driver was probably just stupid. Who knows if he understood his error, but he didn't make an issue of the encounter (maybe because he was DUI and didn't want the drama). You went on your way. He went on his way. This is the real world. Shit happens. Dismiss it. You made it through Monroe's layer. Congratulate yourself.

You're driving down the highway, happy, calm, sober, aware, and a car is merging from an on-ramp or other access. Instead of speeding up to get in front of you, or slowing down to merge behind you, he tries to merge right into the side of you. You honk and swerve, barely avoiding a wreck. The jackass then either rides your ass, or stomps on his brakes if he's in front of you. His middle finger is in the air. He lays on his horn, maybe swerves at you once or twice before moving on to go harass someone else.

Was anybody a spoiled rotten brat here? Of course. The jackass was. He made a stupid mistake that was easily avoidable if he had two fucking brain cells to rub together to create a little heat. But he didn't use them. Maybe he only had one. He nearly killed you and maybe others, and then, spoiled shit-hole that he is, he tried to put the blame on YOU, just like he did one million times when his mommy quietly asked him to stop kicking the underside of the dinner table and he ignored her or told her to fuck off. He's a spoiled rotten brat. Many years, ago, if you stopped this fool and kicked his ass, he still wouldn't learn anything because brats are mostly beyond learning, but law enforcement wouldn't bother with it either. They exercised common sense. Today, the SWAT team would be instantly deployed if you did that, and if you weren't shot on sight, you'd be arrested and tied up in courts until your money, and your freedom, was gone. The instigator would never be charged with anything, not even careless driving, not even if you had video. That's today's world. It works in favor of spoiled rotten brats who cause these problems.

I was sitting on my porch decades ago. My wife was washing her car in her own driveway. A twenty-something airhead on a dirt bike somehow made it through some brush adjacent to our property and then onto our property and then came onto our driveway next to the house. He sped past my wife, knocking her down and into a blackberry patch, then he stopped, looked back at her on the ground, laughed, hit the gas and sprayed her with gravel, and sped off. I happened to be twirling the keys to my own far faster motorcycle which was parked eight feet from me. By the time I got down the stairs my wife was up and telling me to GO, so I did. I caught him two blocks away at a stop sign. I stopped, and told him he had just committed a hit and run and to stop and wait for the police. He got off his bike and walked up to me, snarling, "What do you want you fucking asshole?" Spoiled little banty rooster. I hit the top of his full-face helmet with the butt of my open hand to drive him back and away from me. I told him to never come through my driveway again. He was mumbling something as I turned around and drove home.

We immediately called the police and gave them his plate, and sat back to wait. 30 minutes later the police arrived and arrested me for "unlawful use of hands". Not assault. Just unlawful use of hands. My wife demanded that they arrest the hit and run driver as well. They declined, saying her sticker scratches didn't look serious enough and there were no broken bones. Of course the punk had no sticker scratches or broken bones either.

I made several court appearances at great cost. At the eventual trial, the judge looked at the documents, laughed, and said case dismissed. I didn't even testify.

During this time I had worked aggressively and tirelessly to force a criminal complaint against this punk. It was ignored again and again and again. I began writing registered letters to the prosecutor who was refusing to file the case. After seven months and about 15 unanswered letters, he replied to say he wasn't filing any charges because, quote, "You have punished this man enough."

You wonder how the US could ever arrive at a place where all the Liberal cities could be systematically dismantled and burned and no one did a Goddamned thing to stop it? This is how the US got there. It was in the works a long, long time while intelligent people were too busy working to support a shitload of failed liberal programs.

That's one of about seventy three thousand reasons I no longer live in the US. It has gone insane, boiling over with spoiled rotten brats, far too many of whom are protected by authorities with the means to tamp down some of the lawlessness and insanity, but who steadfastly refuse to do so, and no one understands why. I have too many stories like this to tell, as does absolutely every other citizen reading this. The world has turned upside down -- at least the North American world. Other parts of the world aren't quite there yet, but they're trying very, very hard to become as loony as everyone else. It's straight out of Invasion of the Body Snatchers. And every single bit of it is due to spoiled rotten brats. The people instigating the problems are SRBs, and the prosecutors who protect them are the same scum. Judges let them slide. Prisons let them out early. America is now a write-off. It's said, " the impossibility of reason." America is now Hell. And the police are being disbanded.

I say something like that has potential.

They were far too often the cause of the problems anyway.

But don't defund them; retrain them (drastically, extensively and exhaustively) and cull the turds and the spoiled rotten brats (no shortage of turds and brats to cull from American law enforcement) -- that alone would reduce their ranks by 50%; then you can begin to carefully replenish the stocks with competent, professional, properly trained humans. Are there enough quality people on earth to do this job? I wonder; I'm doubtful. But this strategy will never be done effectively -- trust me, it will never, ever be done, so now the world is in for one hell of a Prime Time show. Stay home. Hide. Draw down the blackout curtains just as the nation did in WWII to keep the bad people from finding them at night and killing them. Pop your popcorn. Let's call it, "Prime Time Primates".

In many neighborhoods you'll be reduced to installing wall-sized steel plates inside your homes so you can merely watch TV in peace. When you hear the ting-ting of bullets hitting the plates, you know there are bad people near. An uncle used to buy and refurbish homes in bad neighborhoods. He seldom got a home that wasn't riddled with bullet holes. ALL neighborhoods are destined to become "bad" neighborhoods.

Will this social catastrophe ever get turned around? I don't believe it will -- certainly not in our lifetimes. Bad times and better times will wax and wane, and there's no way to (1) stop spoiled rotten brats from being born, and (2) retrain them once they've been born and spoiled. The world is seeing a new kind of spoiled.

Law enforcement will never be operated at the level it needs to be. Too many social misfits want to be cops and can trick the psych evaluations. They makes the public hate ALL police. The few good ones are disgusted -- disgusted by a complete lack of backup from their pathetic "leaders", and disgusted by the stunningly low quality of their fellow officers. Those are both reasons I quit Federal law enforcement after only two years. Many are also disgusted by a new crop of criminal coming up in the world -- emboldened, trained to kill easily by a lifetime of blood-bath video games and society-killing movies like "Natural Born Killers" and a million others, jaw-droppingly amoral, motherfuckingly stupid, smart-mouthed, smart-assed, illogical Goddamned punks.


On the one side, you have 45% of the population that is made up of that element described above, and worse. On the other side, you have 45% of a law enforcement community made up, in large part, of the same mentality, just a bit more structured.

I used to say there were two kinds of people in Alaska. Alaska wasn't really populated by the white man until a century ago. Now it's overflowing with what I still call "newbies". I lived in northern Canada and Alaska for years. The Canadians were born and bred to the wilderness. It was a normal environment for them. They existed there, and thrived, as normal people who just happened to live in exceedingly sparsely populated regions. But Alaska -- it got filled up with people who had never experienced "the wilderness" before, especially during the damnable pipeline years, and once set free in what they perceived to be a land where anything goes (because they'd never seen SPACE before), they made sure anything went.

So I used to say, Alaska is made up of two kinds of people:

(1) Those who were/are just wild fucking animals. Punks. Jackasses. Criminals. Killers. Thieves. Rapists. Child molesters. Armed robbers, Fools. Crazies. and worse, all given license to be as berserk as they want in the "wilderness". They were/are just too damned mentally unfit to survive in any kind of society. They MUST be off by themselves, or society would kill them.

And (2) People who were so sick of the artificial constraints of a smug and silly society, a dishonest, helpless society, an unintelligent society, a prissy, hapless, frankly dumb-ass Edward Scissor-hands society, that they simply couldn't survive in, say, the lower Forty Eight. They HAD to be off by themselves, or they'd pop a cork and start offing society's rabid animals. The Punks. The Jackasses. Criminals. Killers. Thieves. Rapists. Child molesters. Armed robbers, Fools. Crazies. and worse.

Both met up in Alaska.

Both mostly keep their distance from one another because, thank you God, there's enough space to do so. Mostly. Usually.

In the lower forty eight states, these two factions are beginning to coalesce into more identifiable sides. Decent law enforcement on one side. Bad and worsening criminals on the other side. And in the middle, where society's leaders used to live, you now have a growing vacuum. No strong, good people stepping up to fill it, because the instant they do, they're set upon by the idiotic "Cancel Culture" and labeled far and wide and loudly as racists and kitten rapers and Nazis and racists again -- until they just put up their hands, shake their heads at the insanity, and back away, then go buy an abandon missile silo in Northern Montana. This will not sort itself out soon.

Decades ago a man wrote up a report claiming he had a conversation with space aliens. Probably it was some bad whiskey -- it was long before LSD. But the supposed conversation was interesting. After talking to the critters for some time he asked them, why don't you just land on the lawn of the White-house and say hello, here we are, we'd like to have coffee and talk? The aliens, he said, answered thus: "Why don't YOU just go walk into the nearest insane asylum and announce that you're there, and you'd like to have coffee and talk?"

Liberals will make this impasse between productive society and anarchists unimaginably worse by wringing their pasty, noodley hands and catering to the anarchists. They're scared of them. And these are the spoiled mommies who spoiled their kids to such an extent that absolutely no one can stomach the rotten brats, not even their mommies.

Conservatives will make it unimaginably worse by coming in with sledge hammers and fire-breathing dragons and stomping down the spoiled rotten little brats. But today's spoiled rotten brats are light years beyond redemption. They can not learn or be taught or be disciplined. They'll be spoiled rotten brats until death. In response to anyone forcing them to sit up straight and fly right, they'll take out their childish, screeching rage on innocent people and businesses. Portland, anyone? Your town soon, anyone?

Tombstone, Arizona was a tiny forerunner of Chicago, DC, Seattle -- The town was drowning in crime and corruption. It had virtually stopped to function. So they brought in some kick-ass law enforcement by the name of Wyatt Earp, and a small handful of others. The good people of Tombstone simply needed their town back. So Earp delivered. He knew instinctively the spoiled rotten brats who were devouring the settlement weren't redeemable. So he killed them. One after another after another, he simply removed them from the equation.

They were entirely made up of cattle rustlers, bank robbers, rapists, petty thieves, shysters, horse thieves, scammers, con-artists, arsonists -- same as the current "BLM" movement rioters, not the real BLM lawful protesters that were around in the early beginning. The town fought him hammer and tong, even as it improved and returned to a functioning, prosperous city where people could walk around in relative safety and conduct normal business and there was a reasonable expectation that when you went in to go to work in your shop every morning, it would still be there. And the town indicted him dozens of times on murder charges (all dropped), and in the end fired him and effectively ran him out of town. But they got their town back.

Would it take anything short of that in America today? It's probably exactly what's required, but of course it will never happen. So let's see how it plays out over the next fifty years.

Think of the last 20 movies you've watched. How many could not exist as a story if there were no spoiled rotten brats? I'm thinking about 70%. That's the extent to which spoiled rotten brats erode our society.

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Toxic bosses are finally coming to light in American society. It's about time. They've been around forever. But finally people are just barely....beginning to wake up to the damage they cause to the human soul and to the bottom line of industry and commerce as a whole. Toxic bosses are, of course, spoiled rotten fucking brats. They are some of the worst in the world, because they have power. They have the power to ruin your life utterly at their airy fairy whim. In many states toxic bosses do NOT have to explain or account for their spoiled rotten decisions. Think you can sue for wrongful termination? Think again. Like politicians, they have big, big power, and very, very often, tiny, tiny brains. You think YOUR boss is bad? Unless s/he actually raped your mother and killed your children and BBQ'd your dog, then your boss is better than THIS boss.

Spoiled brat bosses make up a huge portion of the overall spoiled brat problem that's plaguing (ruining) the United States and, to a slightly lesser degree, the world. Often, the only recourse you have against a spoiled rotten boss is to out them publicly on a website. Unfortunately, most spoiled brats can't be embarrassed into straightening up and flying right because, after all, they're far more special than you and as such, immune to decency, logic, humility and honor and utterly exempt from ever, ever being wrong (why, their mommies told them so a gazillion times, sweet, precious little pumpkins that they are, right Jim Acosta?).

Consult a First Amendment attorney before proceeding if you choose this route. When done correctly, they can NOT sue you for the content. Period. And it's not only your right, it's your social responsibility to help your community see what they're up against, should they desire to apply for work at a company that hires, supports and coddles a toxic spoiled brat of a boss. Will you lose your job if you do that? Of course, because the First Amendment doesn't protect you from retaliation of that sort from spoiled rotten brats. The First Amendment only protects you from the legal liability of stating facts and voicing opinions. The Cancel Culture wants to say THEIR peace, but will hurt you if it can, outside of the law, when you say YOUR peace. Spoiled rotten brats are card-carrying members in good standing of the Cancel Culture

Question: Is every single member of the Cancel Culture Club (CCC) a spoiled rotten brat?

Answer: Yes. Every single member of the Cancel Culture Club is a spoiled rotten brat. Period. No exceptions.

That is some of the most illogical, irresponsible, downright stupid behavior occurring within human nature on this planet today. It's sickening, and actually, viscerally frightening in its implications.

Take 100 people.

30 of them join together to share a particular opinion and they voice it.

Instantly, they are shut down by a small percentage of those 100 people who don't share that opinion. The cancel culture doesn't really want to just shut those people up -- they are, in reality, trolls, and they thrive (thrive) on bashing people. In their hearts, they want those people so thoroughly silenced that they effectively no longer exist. Cancel Culture Fools don't do this so much because they morally disagree with any particular opinion -- they are simply sadistic trolls who thrive on inflicting tiny little wounds to anyone and everyone they can. The Cancel Culture was born in Monroe's "layer", and they will never evolve beyond it.

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So, the Cancel Culture in our skit has not only shut down that opinion shared by 30 of their own community, they've actually wished them into the corn. They're toast. They're gone. We won't speak of them again because they no longer exist. The Cancel Culture has won -- at least they won this particular round.

Now you have 70 people left from the original group of 100. And again 40 more of that group has coalesced around a new idea and, idiots that they are, they've articulated that shared viewpoint publicly.

BAM! The cancel Culture goes to work in very short order and denounces that opinion and all who share it in spectacular and fiery fashion. In minutes, 40 more of that group is canceled. Gone. Moot. Evaporated. Teleported into the corn. We won't speak of them again because they no longer exist.

Not too long after this horrific event, 15 more of that same group rally around a shared opinion. You know how this is going to go. Whammo-- in 23 seconds the Cancel Culture has incinerated their souls. Now you have 15 people left out of the original 100. No matter. That's enough, right? 15 people in the world is enough. Of course it is.

In due time 9 of that group expresses a more or less shared opinion.

SUCKO -- They're gone. --Wished to someplace far beyond the corn.

Now there are 6.

4 of those get together and voice the notion that, hey, maybe this cancel culture thing is, well, sort of, not so--- and ZIPPETY-BOOM, those 6 no longer exist.

How many are left?

The two remaining fools fight over each other's opinion until one cancels and/or kills the other.

And then there was one.

That one jumps off a cliff because there's no one left in the world to humiliate, cancel and ruin, and fighting was their life's-blood.

Now you have rocks and soil and water and wind. And none of those things give a rat's flying fuck what you do.

Nice job, dipshits.

The thing is, when any sane, even semi-intelligent human being (IQ 65?) thinks about the whole concept of "canceling" the views of others, it usually takes no longer than eleven seconds for them to play the above scenario out in their heads and see how it ends. And that ends any interest they may have had in joining the Cancel Culture Club. Smarter people will figure this out in more like four seconds of elementary thought. Lots of people "get it" when they're six years old. Unfortunately, the world is seeing, now, gobs and gobs of snowflake adults (spoiled rotten brats) who, while chronologically aged to their twenties and beyond, didn't evolve beyond age six.

The dyed-in-the-wool little trolling sadists have invested their entire lives in this philosophy. Think about the university professors who faithfully teach their brainless students to shut down speeches by people whose ideas MIGHT differ from those of the professors. I say MIGHT because they don't even bloody KNOW until they've HEARD THE WORDS. But who cares? Shut 'em down. Who wants to learn? Who wants to expand their life-experience? NO ONE. Because spoiled rotten brats already know everything in life. Right? Right.

Bash the hell out of these speakers if you want, and I'll protect to the death your right to voice your dissent. But do it AFTER you've heard them and do it BASED ON WHAT THEY SAID, not on what you think they MIGHT say. How fucking stupid are you for Christ's sake? To wish them into the corn before they even speak is down on the level of a one cell amoeba. Truly. It's no smarter than that.

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Do you remember the logic Charlie Manson said he used to justify the killing or Sharon Tate and the others? Look it up. The secret, tortured logic the Cancel Culture Trolls use to justify ruining your life, business, marriage, prospects, career, hopes and dreams is, I promise, exactly as mindless as what Charlie came up with. Charlie came up with this crap after the fact, to try to cover for the reality that he simply liked slaughtering innocent people. The Cancel Culture pieces of shit look for a bandwagon to jump on first, one that holds the promise of inflicting great harm upon any person or group, and then their twisted little brains will search for a justification. And they won't search hard, either, because it doesn't really matter if their actions are all that justified. All that matters is that they got to inflict some pain, and by golly, it was really, really fun.

It's immensely entertaining for normal, rational, decent people, people whose faces aren't slathered with cheap tattoos and who aren't blocking traffic in the streets, shirtless, screeching and spitting and gyrating and spilling beer, to watch the spoiled brats of the Cancel Culture begin to eat their own. Now they're all calling to stop their own Cancel Culture, not because of the rotten, selfish, childish troll-behavior of the spoiled rotten Cancel Culture brats, but because each and every one of them has finally woken up to the grim certainty that they might be next. And indeed they will.

There will always be spoiled rotten brats and there will always be a Cancel Culture of sorts (there always has been), but when either one starts getting out of control, like cheap garden weeds, sensible people are duty-bound to trim 'em back.

We see people, politicians, celebrities (even though it's usually "celebrities" acting like spoiled brats), businesses -- it seems nearly everyone is bowing to the spoiled Cancel Culture brats. Why do they do it? Because they're weak. They're utterly spineless and ineffectual. They're limp-wristed wimps.

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When you take your four year old to the mall for the first time, and s/he wants a toy, and you're not interested in buying it for them, and they decide it's time to try a stunt they saw the neighbor kid pull, and they fall to the tile floor making the throngs swirl around you and they commence to scream and wail and cry and hold their breath and maybe bang their little heads on the tile until they realize that hurts too much -- so they go back to screaming and wailing and -- what do you do? The spoiled brats and Cancel Culture Kiddies exist today because too many parents, mortified to have instantly become a colossal spectacle right there in the middle of the Christmas crowds, decide to cut their losses and pick the little bastard up and tell them it's OK, OK, OK, don't worry, mommy and daddy will buy you the toy -- and BINGO. The child has just become a brat and society will pay the price.

That's precisely why the spoiled rotten Cancel Culture of today is gaining traction. Far too many politicians, businesses, and private citizens are choosing to do exactly that, every time these snowflake jackasses start up their machine.

When your kids collapses into a ranting pile of embarrassment in the mall, walk away. Watch them from a safe distance, but walk away. Let them wail and scream alone, right there in front of everybody. When they sit up and realize you're gone, the BS will instantaneously stop. If they do it again, then walk away again. If you catch this early, it will only take a few episodes to cure them for life. But if you give in even one time, you've created a fucking monster who will test you for the rest of their life, and even if you don't ever give in again, they'll test others forever, and you'll be directly responsible for degrading the quality of the society you live in. Thanks for that. We sure as hell didn't need it.

Spoiled rotten brats? Did someone mention spoiled rotten brats in the same sentence with black lives matter?

If you're stupid, are you a spoiled rotten brat? Not necessarily. If you're a spoiled rotten brat, are you stupid? Yep.

Are liberal cities more screwed up than conservative cities? Do the research. It's plain enough.

Are conservatives the answer to society's woes? Not even close.

Are liberals the cause of society's woes? Pretty much, yes.

Liberals are guided and driven by pure, raw emotion. Facts, to them, are insults. Logic is the devil's word; it truly, truly pisses them off. Reason reminds them too much of the consequences of rabid emotionalism, and they really don't want to think about the results of their emotional actions.

Conservatives are guided and driven by pure logic. Emotion, to them, is just a little disgusting and absolutely counter-productive. What purpose does it serve? Does it save you when your ship is sinking? Emotionalism reminds them too much of the drug-addled people they must push through to get into a 7-11.

Which side will guide us out of the Hell the world is descending into in mid 2020? Neither. They're too busy stumbling each other, knocking each other down, pointing fingers, lying, being weak.

The Liberals are either directly drugged-out or are the brain-damaged products of parents who were, or are, drugged out.

The Conservatives are either directly boozed-out or are the products of boozed-out parents who blessed them with Fetal Alcohol Syndrome.

Those are broad statements and often not accurate. But they're accurate enough to warrant a discussion.

What is the common denominator to all the shortcomings of both of these warring factions?

Mind-altering substances.

I find that in every single instance, around and around the world, with the exception of some clinical mental handicap, when I come across people who simply can't function in real life, the reason is always some unfortunate history with mind-altering substances. People with intact brains fare better.

I've arrived at a point where I don't associate with anyone who shows me they have a substance abuse issue -- not even a small, budding one. I wish them good luck, and better luck next time if they come back as a ground squirrel. It's not worth the hassle and not worth the wasted time and energy to let them drag me down in this lifetime. When I am confronted with drunks and druggies, I excuse myself politely and quickly, and that's the end of that, whether it's family, friend, boss, or potential mate...

Redemption for those people (a cure) is virtually never in the cards. I refuse to walk down their Halcyon path. Are they spoiled rotten brats? Many are. Why? Because they knew the risks and results, yet they chose to enter into that peculiar hell, dragging everyone in their lives along with them. They chose that path, and that's a Goddamned bratty thing to do.

In the early days of a substance abuse situation, it's relatively easy to stop, look around, see that you've run off the rails, and get back onto solid footing. I did it with what might have ultimately become an alcohol problem, and I did it with drugs. In both instances I could see the future -- MY future. It was ugly. I stopped and turned back. It wasn't difficult because I did it early. I chose not to become a spoiled rotten brat.


I submit that every single person who veers off onto the insanity trail of mind-altering substances has at least one moment, early-on, where they glimpse a crystal clear picture of where they're going. But they decide to keep going. They could turn around right at that moment, because the physical addiction hasn't set in too strongly yet. But, since there is an aspect of their character and a history that defines them as spoiled rotten brats, they say to reality, "Fuck you. I want to be a drunk/drug-addict/fill-in-the-blank, and I'm going to make those around me more miserable than they ever dreamed possible, and if no one likes it, they can shove it up their asses."

That's the dialect of the spoiled brat. That's exactly what they repeat to themselves, consciously or otherwise. Then they forge ever onward and downward and everyone they ever come in contact with suffers. Some suffer from lightly nasty encounters with them at 7-11, or at their kid's sporting event, or on the highways, or in the malls, or as their neighbors.

Hell, even on rustler patrol in the middle of 1100 sections of uninhabited desert, I've run into the spoiled mutherfuckers and have been forced to back them down, sometimes at gunpoint. Usually they were trying to steal our cows. Once, two Latinos had their mother on the ground choking her to death. I had to stop that. I caught a 75 year old man raping a 15 year old girl. I've caught spoiled brats shooting wild horses for target practice. The list is endless, but most often they were in some stage of stealing our cattle, sometimes with a full-sized semi truck, and sometimes the drivers were local sheriff's deputies. I shot out their engines from 500 yards and left them and that was fun. The boss did far worse and sometimes we found the sloping mounds up in the hills, though we never dug them up.

I did learn one lesson in that job. White horses are to be avoided. I found bays or sorrels to be most effectively naturally camouflaged The Lone Ranger was a fool. Silver was a handsome devil. But. Function over form.

If not for spoiled rotten brats, law enforcement wouldn't exist and neither would laws. Society could run smoothly on a website of polite suggestions.

But some good folks are truly unlucky and they're forced to encounter these spoiled rotten brats after they rape or kill their children, rob their homes, shoot them in the stomach in a grocery store robbery or even a dispute over the checkout queue, or kill their families during a DUI, burn their homes because they thought someone looked at them improperly... Those really ugly encounters with brats are truly horrific and heartbreaking, because they didn't have to occur. But they do occur, thousands of times per day. Where will it end?

The earth is a cool place. A sober, logical society could make it infinitely cooler. But instead, it chooses to make it a cesspool. Go figure. Cockroaches are nearly immune to radiation by the way. Just an aside. Think about it. Maybe it's time they had their shot at the earth because we have certainly all earned an F. That's fodder for a good sci-fi novel.

The numbers of spoiled rotten brats in the world are increasing. That makes sense -- if you start out with 300 spoiled brats in a population of 1000, and that population doubles to 2000, you ought to have 600 spoiled brats, right? And indeed you do. But they're increasing per capita and that's the real crux of the problem that could ultimately end up being the very destruction of civilization. That could ultimately end up being the very destruction of civilization.

For quite a few centuries the above was true. Yes, the number of brats per capita rose and fell a bit, like the gentle swells of a calm sea. Certain regions of the world produced more for awhile (ancient Greece, anyone?) and other areas produced fewer, and those regions swapped places, and so forth, for, almost, forever.

But now we (the world) are at a place where more and more really stupid people are escaping certain destruction because an overly benevolent society has largely short-circuited natural selection and hasn't replaced it with meaningful education. As a result, idiots survive where they otherwise wouldn't have.

America is the safest damned place on earth -- do some travel to Third World countries to prove this for yourself. America protects everyone from everything, to the best of its ability. People who were too dumb to look where they're going and who would have ordinarily fallen into a big hole by about the age of five and died, are now living on to ripe old ages, and producing plenty of really dumb kids -- who are also protected and kept alive.

Couple this amazing survival rate with amazing affluence, and you have really dumb kids being really, really spoiled by really lazy, really stupid parents. Did I mention the movie Idiocracy? I think so, yes.

So when the population of 1000 doubles to 2000, you don't have 600 spoiled stupid brats, you have more like 850.

As countries become safer and safer and dumb kids get even more "dumb and dumber", that ratio, per capita, will continue to increase. I personally estimate that, today, in the US, in a population of 1000, you have maybe 600 stupid, rotten, spoiled brats. That's in 1000. That leaves only 400 responsible, honest, honorable, productive, socially conscious humans to hold up a society of 1000. Do the math and extrapolate it all you like. It's a trend of percentages.

So how far will this curve continue? I can see a gargantuan difference in the value of human beings just since I was a kid. It has dropped off a damned cliff. In ten years, will the percentage of spoiled, clueless, helpless, annoying, violent spoiled shits be more like 70%? And in 30 more years, perhaps 85% of the population will be a waste of flesh, with a paltry and exhausted 15% doing the work of holding things together...? Hmmmm.....just like the old hippy communes.

It could very well be that this trend is unstoppable, and maybe, even, as time goes along, the trend will accelerate.

At what percentage of spoiled rotten brats per capita does society completely implode and fall in upon itself? Well, what are we seeing as of July and August, 2020? We're seeing the tip of the spear. Yes, it will reduce and correct itself to a degree as Covid comes under control, people get back to work, the mobs get tired and their leaders and instigators get incarcerated or killed, and real people get fed up and start countering this bullshit on a micro-level. The pendulum will swing back probably by late winter of 2020 and early 2021. People will think OK, well, there you go....we've dodged the bullet and solved it all. Life is good.

But the per capita ratio of spoiled rotten shitheads is the same and tilting inexorably toward more spoiled rotten shitheads. You haven't changed THAT in early 2021. You're just in the lull before the next storm.

Law enforcement's embarrassing, mind-numbing, jaw-dropping failure to stop people from committing gross Felonies by the dozens and hundreds and thousands per hour has done wonders to teach spoiled rotten brats that being assholes, as a profession, is really pretty good. Do you think these fur-balls are going to forget that lesson? They're going to remember it and build on it inside their tiny brains and next time there's a "cause" they can hide behind, they'll come out five times bolder, and in far greater numbers.

Right now, it's absurdly easy for law enforcement to STOP this bullshit right in its tracks, all of it, in 24 hours. It's easy. But they're being prevented from doing so by some of the dumbest liberal "leaders" ever seen in humanity. And some police departments themselves are also actually refusing to act.


But next time? Or the time after? When the numbers of spoiled violent brats is three times, then six times, then 18 times what it was in July of 2020 -- who ya gonna call then, homey? Ghost Busters? No; you're going to see armed bands going door to door in every neighborhood in every town and city and suburb taking everything they want. Everything. Including the virginity of your nine year old daughters, the dignity of your wives, your homes, cars, belongings, your self respect, and then your lives. Because it's fun. It's what they were born to do. Because that's who they are in their souls. They're Natural Born Assholes, just looking for an opportunity to come on out and be real. And with you tied in an armchair in your living room and your daughters and wives taped and gagged on the floor -- well, now they're just getting warmed up. As John Travolta said referring to violent insanity, ain't it grand?

Why aren't they doing that now? THEY ARE! But not in great numbers. Yet. Because they're timid. Timid!? Yes, timid -- the fuckers you see on the streets of Portland and Seattle and Chicago haven't really found their voices yet. They're just getting warmed up. They're slowly getting liberated. When they return home from all this, they'll begin thinking about it. Remembering. They'll start wondering why they didn't do more when the lights were off, and it'll piss 'em off a lot to realize that with a little more free thinking they could have done so much more, if they just hadn't been so, well, reserved. And they'll get over that timidity shit real quick. Next time, you'll be facing a force, a determined force, determined to get inside your homes and to do anything their little heathen hearts desire for as long as they can before the SWAT team arrives -- which they now know will be never. Next time it won't be just some bands of disorganized idiots. It'll be a hoard of determined disciples of Satan himself. I've been in two situations where utter homicidal marauders were determined to get into buildings I was in, both times with two different families with kids. The most scared I've been in my long life was both times at the exact moments I realized that I didn't have enough bullets in my plain-vanilla law-enforcement style guns to stop half of them if I never missed once. By God, that is so far beyond terrifying I can't even describe it.

And how has this all happened to the world?

It has happened because a government, and a law enforcement and judicial community, and a people, have chosen to back up and back up and back off and wring their hands and whine and argue piss and moan and complain and refuse to stand up straight on their two clickety little cloven hooves, and to act....have let the spoiled rotten brats of the world take over the world. Congratulations. Your plan has been brilliant. You're more destructive to humanity than Covid-19 and that's demonstrable. The staggering lack of guts is tragic. It would be entertaining if it wasn't setting society back a full one hundred years.

Is Portland Mayor Wheeler a spoiled rotten brat?

After nearly three months in which spoiled rotten Antifa-wannabe assholes have literally torn his city limb from limb, and after he has vehemently denounced law enforcement's help and actually threatened to arrest outside law enforcement if they did try to help, and after he has completely restricted his own police response so as to make absolutely sure the rioters can keep on keepin' on, he finally announced Thursday evening [that he] condemned the actions of rioters who set fire to a police precinct and blocked the exits while officers were inside. “When you commit arson with an accelerant in an attempt to burn down a building that is occupied by people who you have intentionally trapped inside, you are not demonstrating, you are attempting to commit murder."

Dang, Ted. Ya think?

Seriously, you deranged, bumbling, mentally retarded dufus, YA THINK??

Now let's think about this for a moment.

Any semi-sane, semi-reasoning, semi-functional (can he tie his own shoes?), semi-intelligent human being (IQ 75+?), in the position of power -- Hell, forget the position of power. Any semi-intelligent human being/private citizen just off from their shift at Burger King, even witnessing this utter bullshit from a block away, would be moved to FUCKING STOP IT.



USING ANY MEANS necessary.

But not Portland's limp-wristed "leader". He acted as so many others of late. I'm becoming more and more convinced this lack of basic reasoning is a spreading brain disease that is soon to be a full fledged pandemic independent of Covid-19. Maybe it comes from tainted pot. Maybe aliens. Body Snatchers. That white-ish slime that fell from the sky in the 1970's and 80's. Who the hell knows? It's not normal, natural, logical human behavior. It's not. Not by any measure or any standard.

A temporary lapse in judgment on a matter of this extreme and profound gravity -- as in, maybe the guy was unsure what to do for 15 minutes -- might (might) be partially excusable.


Now I ask you.

In all seriousness.

And this is not a rhetorical question.

Is Portland Mayor Ted Wheeler a spoiled rotten brat?

Or is he clinically, documentably, provably insane?

Or both?


I want an answer.

Of course, without a doubt, it's both.

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I want him evaluated to see if he knows, you know, where he is, what day it is, what happens if you pour boiling water on your face, what happens if you try to fuck a sea urchin -- I want to know if this imbecile is connected to this real, physical world, in any way whatsoever. I really want to know this! Because I don't see any way this foolish, joke of a man, could ever, ever find his way home at night. Does he know enough to unzip his pants before he takes a piss? Does he have kids? If yes, how in God's sweet name did he ever figure THAT stuff out? Does he understand that when you are driving a car and an oak tree looms, you must either turn away or stop? I'm not joking here! Enquiring (i.e. Enquirer tabloid) minds want to know! Because I think the man is posing as a human being while in reality hes a fucking kangaroo who somehow accidentally got tangled up in human clothing and never shook it off. What other explanation is there? Truly -- no human being can be this stupid! He is just now thinking that maybe, possibly, just perhaps, the Portland rioters aren't, you know, genuine morally motivated civil rights protesters?

He's JUST NOW thinking that MIGHT be the case?

Why isn't Ted Wheeler institutionalized? For God's sake, somebody organize an intervention and get him to the hospital and get his brain cleared of drugs or toxic gases or if those aren't present and detectable, figure out what organic affliction has overwhelmed him and start treatment without delay, because this man isn't fit to take care of a kitten. And you know that's true!

Is Ted Wheeler Joe Biden's secret, illegitimate brother?

And just who is "Antifa" anyway?

It's mostly just a slogan. Antifa has no offices (yet) nor is there much of a central command (yet), and there is no president or CEO (yet) and the budget is small (so far). Mostly, Antifa exists as an imaginary entity, a smoke cloud, an idea, merely because imbeciles and anarchists want to believe they belong to something, something with more power than you have -- but more importantly, they want YOU to believe they belong to something. Something with a purpose. Something cool and something with a greater meaning. So they steal cans of spray paint and scrawl stupid Antifa crap on dirty walls.

But make no mistake, it's beginning to gel. Soon enough, all those things mentioned above that Antifa doesn't have -- it will have, unless it's stomped into the Goddamned dirt so that even the DNA is unrecognizable. Then burn the ground. Then till under the ashes and pave it over.

What about legitimate protesters with legitimate beefs?

Support 'em. Protect 'em. Facilitate them. Help them. Educate them. Train them to be more effective. They are the one thing that keeps our society honest now. The media used to help -- now the media is the problem, hand in hand with government. All we've got left is legitimate, responsible protesters. I'm not even sure we any longer have the vote.

Looters and rapists and thieves and arsonists and losers and malcontents and killers and lions and tigers and bears, oh my --- fuck them to bloody hell and then a hundred miles more. They are the epitome of spoiled rotten brats.

Can enough spoiled rotten brats destroy the world?

They're doing it right now, today, before your eyes, as you watch in real time. Do you really wanna talk spoiled rotten brats? REALLY? Is there truly no limit to the outrageous insanity of these spoiled rotten punks?

Have you ever acted like a spoiled brat? I have. Can we say that every single person on earth has, at one time or another, acted like a spoiled rotten brat? No, actually, I don't think that's a fact. I've met many people who, I am very sure, have never once in their lives acted for one moment like a spoiled brat. It just isn't within their souls to do so. They're not capable of being brats, even if they decided they wanted to be one. Unfortunately, they account for a tiny fraction of one percent of the human population -- but they do exist.

Many of us will "accidentally" act like a spoiled brat at one or more moments in our lives. Then we'll take a step back, realize what we've done, feel supreme and undying shame for it, and vow never, ever to act like that again. Ever. But sometimes we will still screw up over the course of a long and active life. Maybe a few times. But honestly, if it's more than a few times, then you're probably a chronic spoiled rotten brat, and that means you are officially a Spoiled Rotten Brat. Maybe you should receive a notation on your driver's license or a red tattoo on your forehead or both so people know to FUCKING AVOID YOU.

How would you know if you're a spoiled rotten brat? You won't know. If you knew, you'd be so thoroughly embarrassed and mortified that you'd stop being one. You'll only know that you acted like a spoiled rotten brat if you're not one.

Who's the rottenest spoiled brat on earth today? Probably Nancy Pelosi followed closely by Schumer and AOC. I w2ant to say Biden is one, but I really don't think he is. I'm not sure that the mentally handicapped can be slapped with that label because, after all, they are, well, mentally handicapped, and Biden most assuredly is (people who don't know where they are, are mentally handicapped). Is Trump a spoiled rotten brat? Of course he is. Pence? Not sure -- he hides a lot). Was Reagan? No. JFK? I didn't think so at the time -- but now I think he probably was, like the rest of the Kennedys. Was Obama? --One of the most flagrant offenders on God's Green Earth, and still is, and maybe even getting worse. There's hardly a politician who isn't one. And today's nasty crop of social media moguls? Zuckerberg, for instance? Gimme a break -- he should have a statue made (out of greasy feces).

I generally find that people who (1) work with their hands (i.e. carpenters, welders, mechanics, farmers, cowboys, etc.) tend (tend) to be a bit less spoiled than, say, the corporate or academic types who can't even change a farking flat tire. And people whose work is life-threatening (think: firefighters, pilots of rescue aircraft, ER surgeons) tend (TEND!) to be a bit more down to earth. CEOs are fucking insufferable, as is nearly every single person who steps in front of a camera for a living, regardless of network.

People who exhibit some measure of humility are seldom spoiled brats. You'll almost never see a spoiled rotten brat reveal one molecule of modesty.

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But who really cares about those types? The real threats are the ones who either have the power to changes our lives directly -- as in, STEAL OUR MONEY or PUT US IN JAIL, or who think they ought to have the power to do these things and more. THOSE sons of bitches are dangerous. They have been since the dawn of time and they always will be.

Maybe a million years from now technology will have invented a "Brat-O-Meter" and when our smart phone alerts us to one in the vicinity, we can flag 'em and tag 'em (paint-balls?) so they can be picked up by the proper authorities and sent to the razor-wired perimeter of "FUKU2 ISLAND" off the coast of Chile, where they SAY the brats are being, uh, rehabilitated, but, well, we all know differently, don't we?

But once the offensive little peckers are rounded up and, uh, contained, uh, somewhere, and, uh, "re-educated", then the rest of the world can get on with the real work of building and evolving and making society better without their incessant interruptions because, after all, what exactly does a spoiled rotten brat contribute to the betterment of any society? Absolutely nothing. Just the opposite. They are a Goddamned anchor around our necks and I, for one, am bloody, bloody sick and tired of carrying their weight and rebuilding the manifestations of their destructive madness and putting out their fires, figuratively and literally.


What's new and exciting in the saga of America's street riots? Plenty. But here's one tidbit: This is the shift nationally as of mid-August, 2020. This is the beginning of a more or less gentler suburbia needing all those boxes of ammo I laughed at people for buying. Seriously; I laughed when my friends stock-piled ammo in their garages. Paranoid fools, I said to myself. Some of them I even unfriended. Who needs whack-job friends like that? I'm so fortunate not to live in the United States.

Twenty years ago it was one of the most heartfelt dreams of SE Asian people to "go to America". Even if the streets weren't paved with gold, they sure as hell weren't paved with shell casing, and even though you had to work hard to get ahead, you could, actually, get ahead! Imagine that! Today, when I ask profoundly poor, even physically hungry SE Asians if they want to someday go to America, they give me a sideways look -- not even a smile or a smirk -- and their answer is completely serious: No. Why would I want to go there? And neither do I want to go there because politicians who are spoiled rotten brats, administrating a population of mostly spoiled rotten brats, have turned an entire nation into a laughing stock.

It used to be that greasy old pasty-white, loud, crude, mostly northern European jackasses sat around in bars all around the world and argued heatedly and animatedly about this or that with regard to America. Now they don't. America barely comes up in conversation. Because, to them, America is just not important anymore. It's simply too screwed up to be of any consequence to them. And stupid, spoiled rotten brats (SSRBs) are to blame. That's clear to even these people who don't speak English and no longer want to learn it. The brats now completely outnumber the serious, intelligent, hard-working, principled, thinking population in the United States and everyone knows it. In a Democracy of Majority Rule, that's a Death Sentence for a Nation.

Covid-19 has thrown a monkey wrench into virtually every life in the world. That's a lot of mayhem. Thanks again, China.

Covid has been around awhile and it'll be around awhile yet. I think we might start seeing safe and viable vaccines (not Russian infusions of slimy green cow spit) by Christmas 2020, but it will take awhile for the regular doses to trickle down to the regular people. I suggest "the people" might start seeing a semi-ready availability of affordable vaccines by February and March of 2021. Of course if you're Trump or Pelosi, you'll get them by Thanksgiving because, as we all know, all people are created equal and---

The thing we're facing now, in the interim, is the problem of minimizing as much of the transmission as is practicable. That means, the world can't go insane with anti-covid measures as we're seeing in many Liberal US states. I'm reading today about a $3000 fine for traveling into or out of one of the Gestapo (liberal) states. There are no words for hysteria on that level.

In SE Asia most of the population, especially in the big cities, have been wearing masks for a generation or two, so the introduction of masks for Covid was a non-event. People just kept doing what they've always been doing. The cause was pollution but also disease control. Many SE Asians, for instance, absolutely know that diseases come inside falling drops of rain. Don't bother wasting your time to educate them because they know this is true just as surely as I know I can't breath water for long. Every fool knows both of these things. And in my estimation probably 65% of SE Asians outside the cities don't believe the ISS is a real thing -- why, that's just American cartoon stuff. Believe me, I've routinely canvassed them.

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In any case, the rest of the world was first told that masks did no good, then they were good, then they weren't, then they were -- for God's sake has any lab ever put some slightly radioactive dye into a solution and sprayed it gently through a mask to see if it goes as far through a mask as without a mask? I haven't seen this quick and simple study if it was done. But the medical world continues to wring its hands and spew meaningless words about how masks do or don't help, backing up their assertions with ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.

If you sit and think about the mask vs no-mask thing for, say, eleven seconds, any semi-intelligent brain will conclude that MASKS PROBABLY HELP. No, not the N95. The fabric of a normal mask slows down the velocity of the droplets you spit forth like Old Faithful every time you exhale, and so, logically, not so many of them are jetting across the damned room. It's pretty elementary stuff. Fewer droplets are better. The conclusion doesn't require resurrecting Einstein.

That being the case, and trust me, it IS the case, it's better to wear a mask, than to not wear a mask. It's better for you, because you have no way of knowing how many two-legged buffaloes in your immediate vicinity HAVE COVID. You don't want their flying spittle. It's no more complicated than that.

But if you're a wannabe tough guy or girl and you WANT the infected spittle of strangers spraying into your eyes, mouth and nose, well, who gives a flying fuck.

Actually, I do. I don't care too much about YOU. But I care about me and mine, and all good and non-spoiled humans of society.

I care because "I" don't want to get COVID. And if you catch it and then go clickety clopping around near where I AM, then I MIGHT GET IT. And I don't want to got it!

If you want to get it and by some black magic voodoo you will never pass it along to others (impossible), then go for it! I'll go buy a vial of liquid Covid -- Christ, I'll buy a quart -- let's do this thing up right -- and pour it up your stupid fucking nose for you and do the turkey dance naked while I'm doing it, all the while singing Ave Maria. I absolutely do not care.

But I don't want to get it, as I've said before and will say again.

That means I have to help stop YOU from getting it. It galls me that I must work to protect YOU, in order to protect ME, but that's the world we're currently in. It's why I long to be kidnapped by kindly aliens, but NOT the probing kind.

And it pisses me off that I have to do this socially polite thing FOR YOU because YOU'RE TOO GODDAMNED SPOILED to do it for yourself and for all the people around you.

Beyond that, there's the issue of you having it, and not knowing you have it, for two weeks -- or ever.

So maybe, if you have it and are asymptomatic, and you're too fucking rude and spoiled rotten to put a Goddamned mask on when you go out around others, you WILL infect others, maybe even some nice, good people who aren't spoiled rotten brats and who actually have some value in this world. And here's the kicker: there's about a one in one hundred chance YOU WILL KILL SOME OF THEM.


But YOU think you're just "cool", too cool for school, too cool for Covid, too cool for PRISON if you KILL innocent people through rudeness and dumbness, and TOO COOL if some loved one of a person you killed comes gunning for you. No, no, I mean really, truly, gunning for you, with a real gun, and real bullets, and an aim steady enough to shoot you through the fucking heart four times. Because they're pissed. Because their loved one is dead. Because YOU were told a billion Goddamned times to PUT ON A FUCKING MASK, but you, spoiled brat little asshole that you are, were too cool to do that. So you killed people. And now people are gonna kill you too.

I'm not aware of any cases of this happening. Yet. But it will. And I'll have pity only on the shooter, who will go to prison forever. So you'll have effectively killed two people with one sneeze. Fuck you, you spoiled rotten piece of Goddamned fish shit.

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We're seeing countless cases of spoiled rotten Covid-Brats who stop at the entrance to a store (private property), read the sign that says, "MASKS ARE REQUIRED BEYOND THIS POINT", so they swagger right on in without a mask, and are politely asked to put one on, and they shoot and kill the store owner or clerk and maybe a handful of customers and children. THOSE are the worthless mutherfuckers this website is dedicated to. Get them off the earth.

Wear a mask. Don't be a spoiled rotten brat.