Thursday, December 24, 2020

Toxicology Report Shows Cops Drunk With Power Led to George Floyd’s Death (Satire)

Preliminary toxicology work done on four Minneapolis police officers who were involved in George Floyd’s death has shown elevated levels of megalomania in their bloodstream.

“It’s actually quite common in police,” says Dr. Herbert Venmast, a hematologist with the University of Minnesota. “Many officers nationwide have gotten worrisome results in several tests. Extreme numbers of Unnecessary Jerk cells, Porcine mitochondria, and morbid obesity are rampant in precincts nationwide. Seeing what we call ‘Excessive Vigilante Anemia’ in these four police officers isn’t surprising.”

The questions arise as to where exactly these disturbing bacterial anomalies were first contracted, and why they’ve been allowed to fester unchecked for so long.

“That’s one thing we don’t know,” says Venmast. “Does the job naturally attract diseased subjects, or are they being infected in close quarters after they’ve been hired? Is it in the ventilation? In the water? In the donuts? I’m afraid we just don’t know.”

When asked what treatment options there were for such horribly stupid afflictions, Dr. Venmast was pessimistic.

“Cases like these are certainly not easy to cure. You’d have to start small. I’d suggest starting out with children’s books, ones with lessons about being nice to other people who look different from you. But that would first involve teaching officers like these four how to read, which is already a considerable challenge.”

No officers were quoted in this story. Why would they be? We tried, but they tear gassed our homes.

Vape Pacifiers Outlawed (Satire)

In a totally lame turn of events, little sprouts aren’t allowed to toot their sweet little cloud puffers any more, dude.

A sleaze chunk of bad types called “politicians,” I guess, decided that little squawks up to the age of 5 years are prohibited from getting their voop on with pacifiers, leading to a vapepocalypse of epic proportions.

“It’s not fair,” says local cloud chaser Zardoz Kumquat, legal name. “I was all set for my baby Popcorn Lung. We named him that because we thought it sounded so cute, just like him. I had gotten Baby’s First Fingerless Gloves and everything.”

There are plans for vapelyfe gods to get together and ride the mist into some legislative changes to fight for their rights to give their babies their own personal tiny tootle puffers, but that trip has its own challenges, as none of the vooper are registered to vote, and most don’t know how to read. Vooperbaiting.

“It’s like the tankinistas I met at the Gathering of the Juggalos always say: ‘It’s better to vape on your feet than breathe on your knees.’ I don’t know what else I can to do, I just know I have to do something. Otherwise we’re never going to be able to make the baby’s room smell like burnt pancakes.”

Heroic: Pandemic Delivery Driver Does It For Love Of The Game (Satire)

 One delivery driver finds the recent national COVID-19 pandemic to be right up his adrenaline alley.

“I got a tattoo of the germ design on my wrist. Just thought it looked cool,” says Joseph Swellen, 23. “This job is even more exciting than usual now, now that my chance to die has gone through the roof.”

Swellen says that the excitement of delivering food to people is initially what attracted him to the job.

“Once I read that the Department of Labor proved that being a delivery driver is over twice as dangerous as being a pussy-ass cop, I knew this was the gig for me.”

Since the advent of the worldwide COVID-19 Coronavirus, Swellen says the job is even more invigorating. 

“I’ve always loved the challenges of delivering food. Paying for parking out of my own pocket or take a risk getting towed, worrying about getting hit by traffic running across streets, paying my own gas and car repairs, and getting $4 a delivery with no healthcare is such a fucking thrill, living on the edge like that. Now I find out that I can die just from leaving my house and breathing deeply? What a trip, man. That’s so dope.” 

“Life is such a rush,” he coughed.

Wednesday, December 23, 2020

BEDSORES FOR JUSTICE - Getting Cops To Do More To Protect Us, By Doing Less (Essay)


Laziness is a perpetually and unfairly maligned characteristic in our modern society. A fake quote attributed to Bill Gates says, I always choose a lazy person to do a hard job, because a lazy person will find an easy way to do it." I've always drawn a lot of inspiration from that quote, because even though Bill Gates 100% definitely didn't say it, someone did (1). It's one of the very few times I've heard laziness presented in the shining terms that I feel it deserves (2). Put simply, I think any amount of time that people are spending being lazy means less time they're out in the world causing trouble. Not until recently, with the 2020 worldwide pandemic of COVID-19 and its respective Stay At Home Orders, has lethargy been thought of so highly. A personal favorite being the German video that describes the "couch warfare" of the winter of 2020, complete with an aged male actor looking back fondly on his heroic "time served on the front line." (3)

Right now I want to suggest that looking at another current social issue – a rather serious one – can be greatly served if we tried giving it a much more Laziness Positive approach. I genuinely believe that America's current issue of police violence would be greatly served if sloth was encouraged and pursued, on an unprecedented national scale. In every town, hamlet, valley, city, and metropolis, I believe things would be immeasurably improved if we could only convince our police officers to hand off their problems to someone else.

First, I believe an aside is worth mentioning. I'm looking to tell cops how to do their jobs, something that's become a very touchy national topic, at least politically speaking. Obviously, criticism of your job is not something that anyone's a fan of. Cops least of all, apparently. (4) Their main justification being that as it's such a dangerous vocation, no one has a right to direct them in how they do it. (5)

Not to say that it isn't dangerous, but statistically speaking, it's not even in the top 10, ending up in 14, out of the top 25 (6). Compared to Delivery Drivers (7th) or Roofers (4th), it's quite a gap. A second justification to allow the public to have a voice in how police officers do their job is the fact that – unlike a delivery driver or a roofer – there's no capitalist market competition in our police force. Mind you, this is as it should be; introducing profit-seeking motive into our government public assistance industries is just about the worst idea a person could have. But this also means that we can't shop around for better cops, like we could with an inferior delivery driver or roofing company. We have only the one outlet, or source, for this service. As such, we have to make our community wishes known through other methods – essays like this one, voting on local election referendums, speaking to our legislators, things of that nature. We can't speak with our dollars (which, as I said, is as it should be), so we fall back on speaking with our words and our votes.

Furthermore (related to my main point), if a police officer performs their job (let's say) sub-optimally, there are far worse consequences than crossing paths with a nominally inferior delivery driver or roofer. A delivery driver might get your product or food wrong, a roofer might give you a cruddy roof, but a police officer could either destroy your life with unjust prosecution, or in fact even end your life with unjustified violence. The worse case scenario of running into a bad cop can reach to far greater depths than any interaction with the other two vocations which we're presently comparing them to. This paper will be going in to several of those negative consequences, and I believe it's a fair point to confront.

How can laziness help solve some of these issues? Put simply, by encouraging cops to be lazy, they're far less prone to do all the things that lead to so many of the unnecessary consequences of having cops. There's considerable human cost that can be linked to over-excited cops, all of which are solved if we can convince them to try being lazy for once.

For instance, fatalities from car chases outnumbers deaths from floods, lightning, tornadoes and hurricanes, combined, and 91% aren't even in pursuit of a violent criminal. (7) That means that a very high number of these fatalities are not somehow in exchange for preventing violence – these aren't violent criminals who are being stopped, so the equivalent exchange, as in "we had to stop him or he would have hurt someone," does not exist. It is only the police officer's presence and pursuit which brings, or at least greatly increases, the chance of harm befalling someone.

I want to also bring attention to the fact that this holds true in personal interactions as well, both with civilians and criminals. If no one in a given scenario has a gun – or in fact any weaponry whatsoever – the appearance of a cop with a gun in their possession is, I believe, escalation by definition. A time and place which was once devoid of a gun, now has a gun in play. I don't believe (or intend) this to be a pejorative dismissal or insult of the officer's training, but I think it does bear irrefutable logic. Whatever the best case scenario might be (peace between two parties, or one taken into custody, or the other) those are not, I believe, greatly changed when a gun arrives. But it can get worse. Once an armed police officer has made their presence known, the worse case scenario has changed. I think one would have to agree at least on this (let's call it) Scenario Possibility Theory. There is some statistical challenges in keeping track of police violence, but the Washington Post shows it averaging about 1,000 people a year, since 2015. (8)

There are currently several ideas being raised to cut down on deaths due to police car chases, from (as previously suggested) legislation (9), non-profit organizations (10), and technological advances in equipment (11). All based on the premise that police officers should personally be doing less when it comes to chasing down criminals. As for the issue of face-to-face interaction, this is where the current national dialogue about defunding police departments comes into play. Very recently, as of this year, a handful of major metropolises have begun forming 24/7 mobile crisis response teams, specially trained to respond to unarmed scenarios, specifically with homeless or mentally ill citizens. Denver (12), San Francisco (13), Los Angeles (14), and Minneapolis (15) have either begun programs, or are currently voting on them. The city of Eugene, OR has had a program of mobile unit unarmed two-person teams for over 30 years. Last year, in 24,000 calls for assistance, they had to call armed police officers for backup only 150 times. That's only 0.6% of their calls. (16) It's left to see what the results will be in these cities with larger population, but I believe we can assume to be looking at some kind of drop in mortality due to police interaction, just by fact of making more scenarios with less weapons in them.

Police will always be available for these calls, as they always have been. And, I believe, they'll also be used far more efficiently, since once they get there, they can have the scenario fully explained to them by a trained medical peer who's already been able to ascertain the situation, instead of showing up and being immediately challenged with two or more conflicting stories, about what's going on, that they'll hear from whatever primary (and emotionally charged) characters that the scene might have. I'd also like to point out, that I believe the victim's wishes should be brought into consideration here as well. If people who call for assistance know that they have a multitude of options, that would also engender a higher likelihood that they'll actually call for assistance. I believe anyone going through something as traumatic as a crime would also – as the primary victim – most likely know the best solution for their current predicament. Or, if not exactly in the mental place for expertise, should at least have a say in what kind of help would come to their rescue. Demanding that both the civil servants and the victims bring their respective troubles and challenges into a One Size Fits All paradigm can only lead to unfortunate and sometimes (recalling the worse consequences mentioned earlier) horribly traumatic and damaging or life-ending results.

None of these alternative solutions, I believe, impinge on the cops' very worthwhile necessity in modern society. I can imagine several scenarios where an armed officer is not only suggested, but certainly preferred. We're merely asking them to do less than the extra they consistently volunteer for. This is about two very specific scenarios where it would yield amazing results – economically, socially, in respect to overall safety and citizen mortality, not to mention engendering a far more positive attitude towards cops as a whole if it leads to less violence at their hands – if we could just convince the police to rest on their haunches and let someone else do it. It wouldn't make them any less heroic. If anything, it would be appreciated. Looked on positively, all for doing nothing.



SOURCES


1) Choose a Lazy Person To Do a Hard Job Because That Person Will Find an Easy Way To Do It

    https://quoteinvestigator.com/2014/02/26/lazy-job/


2) Science: Lazy people are likely to be smarter, more successful, and better employees. Who knew?

https://www.cnbc.com/2019/02/15/the-science-backed-reason-lazy-people-are-smarter-more-successful-and-better-employees.html


3) "Germany hails couch potatoes as heroes of coronavirus pandemic"

    https://www.dw.com/en/germany-hails-couch-potatoes-as-heroes-of-coronavirus-pandemic/a-55604506


4) "More than 200 police officers have resigned or retired since Colorado’s police reform bill became law"

    https://www.canoncitydailyrecord.com/2020/08/18/colorado-police-resign-retire-reform-law/


5) "The State Where Protests Have Already Forced Major Police Reform"

    https://www.theatlantic.com/politics/archive/2020/07/police-reform-law-colorado/614269/


6) "25 Most Dangerous Jobs In America"

    https://www.usatoday.com/story/money/careers/2018/01/09/workplace-fatalities-25-most-dangerous-jobs-america/1002500001/


7)"Police chases kill more people each year than floods, tornadoes, hurricanes and lightning — combined"

https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/wonk/wp/2015/07/25/why-police-shouldnt-chase-criminals/


8) Police Shooting Database https://www.washingtonpost.com/graphics/investigations/police-shootings-database/


9) "Deaths lead police to question high-speed chase policies"

    https://usatoday30.usatoday.com/news/nation/2010-04-22-police-chase-deaths_N.htm


10) Kristie's Law https://kristieslaw.org/


11) Starchase Products https://starchase.com/product/


12) "'My belief is that this is the future of policing': STAR van responds to hundreds of 911 calls where police officers aren't needed"

https://www.9news.com/article/news/community/voices-of-change/star-van-responds-to-hundreds-of-911-calls-police-officers-arent-needed-at/73-b8a7ac06-f01a-4d37-87b9-5435883efe30


13) "Removing Cops From Behavioral Crisis Calls: 'We Need To Change The Model'"

https://www.npr.org/2020/10/19/924146486/removing-cops-from-behavioral-crisis-calls-we-need-to-change-the-model


14) "LA City Council approves plan to revamp LAPD with unarmed crisis response team"

https://abc7.com/lapd-la-city-council-defund-the-police-nonviolent-911-calls/7027406/


15) "Minneapolis Council proposal shifts $8M from police to mental health response, violence prevention"

https://minnesotareformer.com/2020/11/27/minneapolis-council-proposal-increases-social-services-without-defunding-police/


16) What is CAHOOTS? https://whitebirdclinic.org/what-is-cahoots/





Audience Analysis

Really Just Looking To Justify Takin' It Easy



Similar to the first paper, I wasn't exactly sure how this paper would come out in the end. I knew I wanted it to involve the police force, since that was the issue most at the forefront in my mind this time, since I'd confronted homelessness in my first paper.

I have to admit to personally having a great affinity for the Utilitarian method, and I think any instance where you're using straight factual numbers, statistics, and mortality rates, you're automatically working on a Utilitarian method. Clearly my style is "consequences of different policies," backed up with odds and numbers. This much of a chance of this much pain on this many people. Combine that with (what feels to me) like an overall argument against what you could call an Authority Paternalism; police officers believing that they know how best to solve your/society's problems, and having an assumption that they & only they would have the wherewithal, courage, training, whatever, to solve every scenario. I think this also calls specifically to another solution Mill suggested: You always have the opportunity to do nothing. What's strange here (that I think Mill never predicted) is that you may have to legally force some people to do nothing. Which, admittedly, strikes me as so strange, personally. The idea that some people want to do a job like this one so badly makes no sense to me.

Of course, it's also a version of his "don't restrict other's liberty (like a cop's liberty to give chase) unless it leads to direct damage to another person" rule. I think that the ultimate decision to make is do we want to let cops do their jobs how they want, or do we want a safe society? At least in these two types of cases, those are our choices.

Monday, November 16, 2020

THE HEROISM OF THE MODERN AMERICAN BILLIONAIRE - Saving The Homeless, Profits & You! (Essay/Satire)


So you're a billionaire! Congratulations!

Having definitely raised yourself up single-handedly by your own bootstraps, in the vacuum sealed existence that is certainly your life, you're now free to indulge in all your favorite personal habits. You've gotten this rich, all by yourself. You obviously deserve it.

But right now I want to offer you an exciting business opportunity. One that only someone with your amazing amount of income could possibly manage. One with a considerate initial investment, but which would quite literally self-automate into a money making venture. All you would have to do is get the gears turning, and the income would literally gain its own momentum. All you'd have to do is sit back and watch your numbers grow. Work smarter not harder, as the Bible says.

There are currently over 500,000 homeless individuals in the United States (1). I'm here to try to convince you that – as far as you should be concerned – this state of affairs is like leaving money on the table. All it needs is someone with enough chutzpah to make the initial investment, and that's you. Nothing ventured means nothing gained, and the greatest gains require the greatest ventures.

First, some clarity.

Even throwing out the "it could happen to you" self-interest conjecture (preposterous on its face, obviously; you've been anointed by the universe into being this rich) you're still leaving the opportunity of more money – for yourself – in the gutter by not helping them. No one's making any money off the homeless. If they were, they wouldn't be homeless. That's just common sense.

A worker trades his labor for a paycheck. The employer who employs that worker is making more money from that worker's labor than the wages that they pay back to that worker. That's simple economics. We'd also have a tenant who pays a landlord, or a homeowner who pays a bank or yearly taxes. Providing human creatures with basic living necessities can be quite lucrative, which we can see is really just a missed opportunity for high end profits.

None of this would be possible without first securing a place for these employees to live. They need somewhere to provide them the comfort, privacy, and rest in order to become useful and functional employees. Without living quarters, they cannot become employees (2). Without employees, business will cease to exist. Of course, I don't need to tell you that. You're a billionaire! You've only gotten where you are by your shrewd and impossibly brilliant business mind and hard work. Clearly.

It's my belief that there's an unimaginable bounty of untouched wealth resting in the laurels of these unhoused peoples. I currently intend to prove it.

For example: In 2015 the city of Denver made an enormous test investment in housing a section of its homeless citizens. At the cost of $13,400 per person per year, the city was then able to save $15,733 per person per year. That's a profit of $2,373 (3). Per person! Saving money from all the hospital visits, emergency services, jails incarcerations, assistance programs, and all the other things homeless people do to pass the time, whatever that might be (4)(5)(6). For every $1 put into the program, it gave a return of $1.17. Just by unhomelessing these people, they're already making money for you. The Los Angeles County alone reported returns as high as $1.20 for their similar program (7). Are you going to let local government take the profits of the American Dream from heroic small business owners like you? Of course not! That's why this investment in housing the nation's vagrants is the right way to go for any smooth company shark like yourself.

"Alright," you say, "How much is this magic ticket money-printing machine going to cost me for an initial investment?" I hear you! I'll bet you imagine it's some enormous number, unimaginable to the human mind. First of all, not the case. Obviously you wouldn't have even been invited to this presentation on this secret island in the uncharted Pacific if you weren't already a big hitter. It'll cost next to nothing for you. Too good to be true, I know! Listen to this.

I've drawn up a hypothetical situation to explain it. Let's imagine another billionaire, looking to take a chance of this great opportunity I dropped in his lap. Using a highly randomized A.I. name generator I invented, we'll call him Beff Jezos. Using another totally randomized number algorithm, let's pretend Beff has, oh I don't know, 189 billion dollars. Just to pick a huge and random number totally out of thin air.

Now, obviously the Actual Cost of this solution I'm talking about wouldn't change depending on who I'm talking to. That could be one number or another number, but once we figure out what that number might be, it certainly wouldn't change from investor to investor. I am nothing if not an honest businessman, as of course we all are.

The real question is how much would Beff actually feel the cost of the investment he made. That is a subjective measurement. That would differ from investor to investor. To put it simply, what percentage of your fortune could you look to risk in this guaranteed safe bet venture? That would depend on the size of your fortune. Let's look into it.

For one possible number, the National Alliance to End Homelessness (for the year 2021) has requested $3 billion in funding from the federal government for its baseline functional requirements (8). This would constitute 1/63rd of Beff Jezos' entire fortune. Only 1.59%. For a comparison as a random example, if someone else was, let's say, a delivery driver in their mid-30s with $2,500 in their bank account, they could fund the entire year's budget for the National Alliance to End Homelessness (at an equivalent proportion to their "fortune") for $39.68. Roughly three hours of work. Hypothetically speaking, of course.

Coincidentally, $3 billion would be nearly exactly what Jezos would pay if we assumed that his company voluntarily yielded to their 21% corporate tax rate on their profits without contesting and avoiding it with credits and deductions like they do every year, but what sucker would let that happen to their business without a fight? That'd be ridiculous. From our cold dead hands, I always say (9).

Let's even choose a larger number. Using Denver's number of $13,400 per person, let's multiply that by all the homeless people in America, to the best of our knowledge; 553,742 (1). If we multiply those numbers together, we get $7,420,148,000. Even that amount of money would only account for 3.9% of Jezos' money. $97.50 when put in the terms of our totally imaginary delivery driver. And remember, at even just the minimal rate of guaranteed return (from the Denver experiment) of $1.17 for each $1, Mr. Jezos would be looking at a return of $8,681,573,160. A profit of $1,261,430,360 at the lowest estimation. Effortlessly.

If these people are provided a warm, safe, and permanent place to live, they'll be far less likely to bring any trouble back out onto the streets that they've recently been rescued from. As far as other simple amenities; a single-profile Netflix account is $9 a month. If you multiply that by 553,742 people it's $4,983,678. Multiplied by 12 months is $59,804,136. Remember, that's the price for a full year for over half a million people. 0.0316% for Mr. Jezos. $0.79 for our delivery driver. A fee that a galactic level billionaire like yourself would only have to support until each person gets their own $9 of disposable income, and with a safe home from which to coordinate the sale of their labor, that won't take long. I would venture that every one of them would be able to stream their media by their own bootstraps within the year. A considerably small price to pay for clean streets. Making parks safe to play in, coffee shops calm to relax in, the space under bridges becomes safe to tell riddles from again, all while you rest easy knowing that you're filling your bank accounts, all from doing almost totally nothing. Never lifting a finger beyond the initial investment. Housing the homeless is like printing money. You'd be a fool to skip out on this chance, you super smart and beautiful billionaire, you. Good job just being you everyday. You hero you.




SOURCES

1) "The State of Homelessness in America"

https://endhomelessness.org/homelessness-in-america/homelessness-statistics/state-of-homelessness-report-legacy/


2) National Alliance to End Homelessness – Housing First

https://endhomelessness.org/resource/housing-first/

3) "Study Data Show That Housing Chronically Homeless People Saves Money, Lives"

https://endhomelessness.org/study-data-show-that-housing-chronically-homeless-people-saves-money-lives/


4) Housing First Helps Homelessness and Saves Money

https://upstream.mj.unc.edu/2019/02/housing-first-helps-homelessness-and-saves-money/


5) "Free Housing Helps Homeless Patients Achieve Better Healt

https://essentialhospitals.org/quality/qualityfree-housing-helps-homeless-patients-achieve-better-health/


6) Ending Chronic Homelessness Saves Taxpayers Money

http://endhomelessness.org/wp-content/uploads/2017/06/Cost-Savings-from-PSH.pdf


7) "L.A. Homeless Housing Program Saves More Money Than It Costs"

https://medicalxpress.com/news/2017-12-la-homeless-housing-money.html


8) Federal Funding for Homelessness Program

https://endhomelessness.org/ending-homelessness/policy/federal-funding-homelessness-programs/


9) "Amazon had to pay federal income taxes for the first time since 2016 — here’s how much"

https://www.cnbc.com/2020/02/04/amazon-had-to-pay-federal-income-taxes-for-the-first-time-since-2016.html


10) www.netflix.com, also I'm a millenial







Wherein I Explain The Punchline

Which You Must Never Do, But I Want A Good Grade



Trying to imagine the audience for this piece was actually one of the more challenging aspects of writing this essay. It was difficult to even start until I had some kind of answer. To be honest, the final working answer I landed on was myself. I think philosophy can have a lot more art to it, when compared to the usual other methods for ascertaining knowledge. I had an idea, and I wanted to see if I could write four pages about it. Once it was finished, then I could think about what kind of audience would eventually enjoy what I had made. When I was trying to think of that imaginary group of people before writing, I was far more paralyzed from even initiating the project.

Having written it, I can look much more objectively at Who This Essay Is For. Now that it's finished, I can list its qualities far more easily. I would say that this article would definitely be a great read for anyone who already believes that how this nation deals with its homeless people – and in a related respect, how it deals with the obscenely lucrative upper class – is a moral failure of quite literally staggering proportions, the likes of which border on genocide of an entire economic class, which is unique only because it's different from the usual racially or culturally specific attempts at eliminating human beings on a mass scale. By not taking (proven here almost literally effortless effort) any action to alleviate the suffering of a particular group of people, every action performed by these billionaire – both now that they're billionaires, and retroactively whatever actions they performed in order to get to where they are now – is devoid of use for society, if not definitely harmful, and should be looked down on.

The mechanic of comedy that I used while making this point is two fold. First of all, it's more fun, not just for me to write, and also more importantly for the audience to take it in. We're talking about several morally disgusting things occurring here. This amount of medicine is going to take a equivalent amount of sugar for any reader to choke down. Secondly, it speaks directly to the specific audience I mentioned; An enormous requirement of A Joke is that you Get It. This work speaks to people who, as I said, already believe that how we treat (or more specifically, ignore) homeless people in this society is unforgivable and uncomplicated. It's wrong, unequivocally. I'm not looking to spend time convincing anyone of that. If you don't already believe that human beings deserve to be treated better than this – from previously reading not only the writers in our class but in fact any of the thousands of moral writers in our nation's history – I'm probably not going to be the one to convince you. This article, as well as the Housing First resources I use, and (I believe one could argue) the Supreme Court decisions we've read have somewhat of a shared justification that a human being cannot reach any potential (much less their best potential) without first securing a place to live safely. Deciding what to do to solve that issue is going to have to also include figuring out what to do with the people who could solve this problem effortlessly but decide not to. This essay suggests that they should be virulently ridiculed, at the very least. Tricked out of their fortune, ideally, but I admit the likelihood is slim. But one can dream.

This article is made for people who already know and personally deeply feel that what's happening is wrong, who already Get It, but who perhaps lack the language to express their deeply held beliefs. This article can provide that for them. I have statistics and facts, math and subjective budget comparisons, and strongly supported opinions, all dressed up as a time-share style "sucker born every minute" seminar, on a private hidden island in the center of the Pacific Ocean, written with several gallons of dripping sarcasm disguised as fawning billionaire flattery, all a secret code for loathing directed at the type of people who could easily do something about it all but are deciding not to. The audience that would appreciate this essay already knows the current scenario is wrong. Now I've given them facts, charts, experiments, numbers, and a (very memorable, if I may say so myself) context to couch it all in and to recall it all with. This is how I enjoy writing to the public when I write my philosophy.

Friday, June 5, 2020

The Boy Everyone Pees On (Short Fiction)

Don’t get fed until after patrol.

That’s the first thing to remember. Every day, you’ve got a job to do. Just one, but it’s a big one. Then you get to eat and sleep all day. Not a bad deal.

I miss dad even when I’m sleeping, so it’s always good to see him when I wake up, even if I am still tired. He always lets me get a drink before we go, which I always need. It’s tough getting old, but it beats the alternative.

I’m not really sure why I can’t eat before we go, but I’ve never really wondered about it. Maybe to keep my killer instinct sharp. I’m sure there’s a good reason, probably a ration or something like that. I couldn’t imagine he just wouldn’t feed me if we could afford it. He’s not like that. This is our life, no reason to complain.

Dad’s the general, and we have a mission. One he can’t do without me.

We go into the Smell room – I call it that because two or three times a day mom & dad make themselves something to eat, and it’s all so different and amazing from my food that I can barely stand it – and we get ready for the patrol. I’ll admit, leaving the house is the worst part of my day, but feeling like a useful soldier for the general fills me with so much pride that I still get excited when we suit up.

Dad has only the finest equipment for his best and only soldier. It lets me know he cares. He spares no expense. I have to get into my Haptic Act Responsive Neuro Energy Survival Suit. It’s always a two man job. Dad has to help, I can’t get into it myself. Then dad attaches the Longated Extension Algorithmic Survival Hook to the two of us, which also has the Portable Offsite Omega Passage Boulders And Gas Satchels at his end. Now we’re a unit. It’s time for the perimeter check. This is when it gets real.


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Sometimes I have nightmares. I know they must be bad enough for the general to take notice, since sometimes I wake up to him rubbing me and looking in my eyes until I can sniff him that it’s all okay. He looks so scared. I don’t want him to worry. I guess I must be barking in my sleep, that’s how he’d know. But I’m not sure. Since I’m deaf, I can’t really wake myself up, so it just kind of happens while I’m sleeping until they go away on their own. They always do eventually, but it’s faster if dad saves me.

I guess something happened to me, before. I can’t remember what it is, but it must have been bad. Sometimes I yell, even when I don’t want to. It’s like a nightmare, except it’s when I’m in the light, which makes me feel even worse while it’s happening, since I know it means I’m yelling and biting at mom and dad. But I can’t stop that when it’s happening either. I’m just so scared. Luckily I don’t have teeth. I lost those sometime. I don’t know where, but it was before I met mom and dad. Sometimes I miss my teeth when I’m eating, but sometimes I’m glad they’re gone, because that means I can’t accidentally hurt someone I love when I’m scared. It’s such a strange feeling, to be relieved when you remember you have no teeth. It doesn’t make sense sometimes. Lots of things don’t make sense.


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Dad carries me down the stairs. This is actually my favorite part, being carried. If I could, I’d ride around on dad all day. I try to remember that he’s got general stuff to do, so he can’t hold me all day, but sometimes it’s the only place I can relax. I try to remember I’ll get picked up again at the end for the trip back up the stairs, so I try to keep that in mind, to get me through the patrol. We have to make the perimeter check, at least during the summer. When it’s winter, it’s too cold, and we only go to the mounds, the edge of our fort, then we come right back home. Winter is too cold for a full perimeter check. We just have to hope everything will be okay out there on the far territory until we can go back when it’s warm.

He puts me down on the sidewalk, and we go walking. Sometimes I have to stop and drop my logs right away, so dad will wait. Then he gets them and puts them in the mounds at the edge of the fort. The mounds have a mouth on top, and dad pulls them open and drops my logs into them. I guess dad feeds them too. It’s weird that the mounds eat logs.

I love peeing on the mounds, it’s my favorite. I use most of my pee, because it’s our border, so it’s important to let everyone know that they’re not allowed any closer unless the general says it’s okay. I only save a little bit of pee for the last thing that will need to be marked later.

We cross a little bit on the sidewalk, and now we’re going with gusto. I smell the others, Stella and Beau, who are very nice but big but I don’t get to talk to them, I think because their dad isn’t as good a dad as the general. I know they watch me, even though I can’t see or hear very well. I have a good nose. I know they walk even with me a little bit to the side, until their dad makes them stop. I think we all wish we could be friends, but that’s not how things are right now. All we can do for each other right now is use the BEPO.

After Beau and Stella’s house, we turn left. We’re going on the sidewalk, still. We’re on the farthest rectangle side end, the farthest from home we go every day. At the very most far away, halfway to the other corner end of the sidewalk where we turn left again to head back home, in the middle before that at the point of most far away walk, it’s the BEPO. Sometimes dad has to stand him back up, but most of the time I can see him before we get to him, which is so exciting. I can’t see real good, so when he’s bright and yellow and I can see him getting closer it feels like my eyes work again. He has an arm and a hand and a head and legs, but he never moves. He lets us all pee on him. He’s such a hero.

I can smell Beau and Stella on him, and all a bunch of others out there too that I’ve never met – I don’t know what they look like – but I can smell their kind, and how big they are, and how hungry they are, or if they’re a boy or a girl, or how old they are. If they’re happy or healthy. Everything important about them. It’s my favorite thing. It’s proof of life. Solidarity. I know you’re here. I am also here. I may never meet you. I don’t know what you’re going through, but you are not alone. It’s important to say hello everyday if you can. It’s how we talk without seeing.

At the top of the sidewalk we turn left again, and we walk a bit halfway, but then dad picks me up, at the same spot every time. I’m not sure why, but I’m sure it’s for a good reason. And I like looking down at the sidewalk when dad carries me, because then I can see the sparkles on the ground. I think that’s why dad picks me up, so I can see the bright sparkles on the sidewalk, because once they’re gone he puts me back down.

Now we’re in the home stretch. I can tell because it’s the brightest in the sky out of the whole walk, and because of the killer river with the angry water monsters going so fast and big on the right side always make me flinch, but it’s important. This is our fort. We have to make sure the edge places are safe. I can feel dad tighten straight behind me, so he knows where I am. I can tell he’s nervous, which makes me nervous, but I also know I’m safe with him. He’ll never let me go. He takes it as serious as I do. He’s not messing around, and neither am I.

But I know we’re almost home! Sometimes I make logs again, so we go past the doors and give my logs to the mound again. I love showing off our mounds. I’m so proud of them. Then dad carries me up the stairs, my favorite part. And I get to eat. Sometimes I make a mess, since I don’t have teeth and I’m slurping a lot of tongue to get food in. But then I sleep on dad, for six hours. Then a short patrol to the mound. Then I sleep on dad again. Then I patrol the mound again, then I eat again. Then I sleep through dark until it’s bright. I couldn’t think of a better life. And then it’s tomorrow again for the big perimeter check. It’s important business. I don’t know what he’d do without me.

Thursday, June 4, 2020

'Everything Fine' Say Cops In Riot Gear (Satire)

Claiming it's PPE to prevent the spread of COVID-19, thousands of fully equipped police officers in riot gear have been seen marching in low income neighborhoods around Minneapolis, for no particular reason whatsoever.

"My wife made it," said Sergeant Eric Splatz, pointing to the kevlar wrapped breastplate he was wearing while harmlessly patrolling his beat. "She sewed it, along with the flower printed jackboots, and a little satchel for me to carry my ammunition magazines for this M-16. It's really cute."

Doing their job on this normal day like every other day since nothing terrible whatsoever recently happened, the cops were seen holding hands and skipping through the sidewalks of minority neighborhoods where they are most definitely welcome all the time and certainly get along with everyone perfectly fine thank you for asking. Why wouldn't they?

"Everything's great!" screamed officer Mike Krepwitz. "It's fine! It's super great! My kids won't talk to me! I have to sleep in my body armor to fall asleep every night. That's why I'm a hero. It's the appreciation from the citizens that really makes it worthwhile. The way they call us war criminals for stomping on human rights lets me know they care."

It sure is great being a police officer, with no shenanigans to worry about whatsoever from any co-workers, since all cops are inherently good and beautiful and nice and also brave everyday forever.

"The shield and billy club is for the virus," says Splatz. "You can't be too careful with this stuff. The tear gas is also there to disinfect the air, for your safety, since the virus does spread through the atmosphere. Sometimes the coronavirus thinks you went too far, and then it comes back to march in the street just because one of your other officers might have gone a little off the handle the other day, things might have gotten a little crazy." Immediately after this interview, Sergeant Splatz was hit by a bus.

Luckily that's nothing to worry about, since full riot gear just happens to be in vogue this summer, that's all. Minneapolis' finest is just chasing the haute couture for the coming season, which surely looks forward to friendship and camaraderie nationwide.


(published at www.theterminaltimes.com)