Life in general, a rant

Holy crap can life throw some curve balls.

So without getting into details – life in general has been very hectic the last couple of weeks. It’s been building to a boiling point for several months. In the last 5 months there has been a death, a marriage, a family feud, I started smoking, a family addition (more on that later, maybe) a hurricane, a trip to the mountains, and a couple of falls on the way home, a bit of personal self-learning. I quit smoking. Not in any specific order.

I now have, for the first time in my life, a preferred auto-body shop. I’ve never needed one before, but so far, so good. I’d prefer to not need one, but alas, I have one. Why might I now need an auto-body shop? Because our brand new, less than a week old car had some issues. It’s sitting at the auto-body shop with the drive-off tag still attached. Almost $8,000 of estimated damage. In two claims. Thankfully. Had the damage been a single claim, it could have turned out very bad for us, with the car being totaled and a replacement not exactly working out. (Blame that marriage thing I mentioned earlier)

The wife and I went on a trip to Tennessee a couple of weeks ago, a last vacation for the foreseeable future. Not that we won’t be taking small trips, etc, but we have none planned. We enjoyed ourselves greatly! The car did not enjoy the trip so much however. The Saturday before we left for our trip, we traded up our 2015 Soul for a 2018 model. Score! New car smell, tiny little issues all gone, OOOH SHINEY! New, real Rims! By Thursday, I had backed into a tree. Saturday on the return trip home, an old woman t-boned us in a parking lot. Not fun. Not so shiny any more. Not my greatest moments. Though the delivery was quite rude, crude even in tone and volume – the words were not. Or maybe they were a bit. I was beyond pissed. I couldn’t drive the car if I wanted to, my nerves were (and to some extent still are) completely shot. I can’t stand people pulling out onto the road I’m traveling from side streets – at all.

With my nerves shot and responsibilities which include driving, I turned to that old crutch, the only horrible coping mechanism I’ve used in the past. Smoking. Cigarettes. I’ve quit again, as of Saturday Night (So about 36 hours now, as of this writing) So what’s the first thing my body does? That night, it start expunging crap from my lungs and decides that’d be a great time to give me a lung infection. So now, I’m sitting my computer, coughing and writing this because I’m too sore and physically exhausted to do anything else. And I have about 200 hours of work to get done. *sigh*

I’ve done a lot of “growing the fuck up” over the last 5 months. A lot. My mother passed away less than a month before my wedding. I’ll never forgive myself for that, though I know there was nothing I could do. My mother’s husband had lost almost everything taking care of her, and over the last three years or so was completely unable to leave her alone for more than a few minutes at a time. My mother’s family, completely inept and incapable of ever understanding the drain she put on him, decided to see things that weren’t there. To put it nicely. It was bad enough she wouldn’t be at my wedding. Then my wedding was cut considerably smaller because of those expenses. Wouldn’t her family help out too? Oh hell no. My crowd funding got called a scam, I was called a liar and thief. Her husband was insulted multiple times. Oh, and there was a murder investigation. No charges were brought against anyone, nor was there any reason to. I don’t care how old a person is, when they have a good relationship with their parents and they die, it’s fucking hard. Needless to say, I’m *done* with my uncles and aunts, etc from my mother’s side. Those people, I wouldn’t hit in the forehead with a penny if they asked for help from me.

My wife’s family came together for my wife and I at our wedding and made it one of the best days of my life, and I’m sure it was one of my wife’s best days too. I learned a lot about humanity, my new family, and myself when I got married. Amazing people, the whole lot of em. It’s great how her family was able to help us make it such a wonderful event. Our friends and family are the greatest. So many things changed when She and I became one in the eyes of the law. It seems like every time I turn around there’s something new that we must do, cannot do, or should/shouldn’t do because we’re married. Taxes, Insurance, Loans, even just a bank account… so many things change (some for the better) – all because we no pronounce we are legally one. So weird. More weird is the fact it’s all just financial stuff that seems to really change. I could rant on that alone for two posts. I wouldn’t change a bit of that if it meant not being married.

Technically the hurricane was closer to 6 months ago now. It’s effects are still being felt. Our garden is in complete and utter disrepair. When the hurricane killed my plants, I got depressed about the whole thing. Then this January, we had a hard freeze which killed off most of the rest. Partly because I didn’t plan accordingly (see above comment) We had various vegetables, herbs, and some squash plants. It was more of a “Let’s see what we can grow, and enjoy it” After all, the store is still an option. But now, we’ve come to discover that some of her several-year-old plants are now dead from the freeze. *Gut punch* Not too bad, but it’s just one thing after another. Not to mention the grass, which I’m fairly certain is just obliging my thoughts on not having to mow so much, is dying around the front entry and driveway.

This isn’t too horrible, other than I need to get some rock and stepping stones, which costs money – oh and the abominable trugreen salesmen who, despite the “NO SOLICITING” sign up front, continue to bother us about our dead grass. I like my neighbor’s opinion on that, which he voiced at our latest HOA meeting. It involved a shotgun. Apparently complete and utter verbal hostility is not enough to get on their “do not talk to” list. The last one left a written door hangar (folded up and shoved in the door), started with “I read your sign” How ignorant can people be? Seriously, this makes me sad on so many levels. I digress.

Anyways, I mentioned a new addition to the family. Well, not really an addition. More of a re-introduction? My wife and I are adopting my niece – originally we just wanted her placed with us, to get her out of the foster care system. However, there was a threat that she could be taken away for nearly any reason and that adopting her would prevent that. What ever. I just want the girl to have some-what of a normal life. The longer she’s in that system, the more harm is done. We’re within a week of finalizing this, so I feel it’s OK to say so. This has brought on it’s own set of stress, complications, and curve balls. Being we’re adopting a child from the state, we must have a “home study” completed. This involves background checks, finger printing, digging up stupid shit from my past, and generally being a nuisance to us. Certain people have known, and some have been mislead to believe otherwise – I’m sorry for any deceit from this. There were reasons.

The home study has been going on since November. We told the people before they ever scheduled anything that my fiance and I would be getting married and leaving for honeymoon. And what’s right after when we get back from our honeymoon? Thanksgiving. So what does this woman try to do? Schedule the first interview while we’re gone. As in not even in the state of Florida. At that moment I knew I should had requested another worker. What has the last 5 months done for that? Proven me right. Though I’m not sure there are any workers who are less inept and incompetent. Maybe there are, maybe she’s the worse of them all. I don’t know, but I bite my tongue because I need her to do her job. She’s lost reference letters sent to her. She outright replied to a personal reference email from my wife’s mother asking who the subject of said reference is talking about. (My wifes, my nieces and my full names were in the letter) This is after we sat at our kitchen table for 4 hours trying to explain how criminal records work. One would think this person would know this already. And yes, I have misdemeanors and traffic violations, etc. Anyone ever claiming me to be perfect is not to be trust and should probably be put away. But that’s all of us.

On the lighter side of things, I’ve got a trailer to haul stuff with (and which will be holding my lawn tools while in the garage) We’ve got the property mom’s husband lives cleaned up, and some back taxes paid. And he’s on his way back to building his lawn service company. I’m on better talking terms with my siblings, and we might be getting a puppy some time in the future. Puppies are always great. Almost as great as kittehs!

So, I think I’m done ranting. Thanks for reading, chuckling, laughing, crying.

Yesterday…

I’ve been officially married in the eyes of God, the law, friends and family for five days now. Nothing much has changed. But that’s to be expected – because we have been married to each other for over two years in our own eyes. We made that commitment then, to each other and have lived by it since.

It’s amusing how much has not changed. And how much actually has. The things I would have bet good money on changing after our ceremony are absolutely 100% the same. I’m still a perfectionist, and she is still the perfect person for me.

We’ve spent many units of space time together, traveling through this life with each other in the last 2+ years. We’re each other’s companion, staying side by side through all that life throws at us. She is by far much more my strength than I hers. We have grown together, she has taught me patience that no one else ever has, and has taught me to be calm. Her opinion is the first to matter to me in a long time. Maybe that’s what love is about?

She now refers to me as her husband, and I refer to her as my wife. These are not possessive terms as much as they are self-proclamations of attachment. I attach myself to her when I call her “my wife” – not the other way around. For so long, the left has been shouting wrongness and irrationality at my that I didn’t realize how much they were wrong, and how calling someone “my wife” would affect me positively.

I am not her property, and she is not my property, except that we give ourselves to each other and have bound our lives together, equally and have been acting as husband and wife for 2 years – only now we are legally and socially allowed to use the titles of endearment for which roles we play. Life is good, it is simple, and it is the most complex it has ever been, it is terrifying and exhilarating all at the same time. It’s a hell of a thing, and I’m so happy to be sharing this journey with the woman who calls me husband.

Tomorrow…

Tomorrow is a new day, the end of this week, and the beginning of a couple in the eyes of the government, our families and friends.

I would say in the eyes of God, but we have made our commitment to each other long ago, and that is when, in the eyes of God, we were united as one in what we call a couple. This is when my life truly changed for the better. This is when I told myself I need to step up and be a better man, a better person. It’s been a long journey, emotional battles with myself and various events. My wonderful wife has been there for me in ways I never knew a person could. She has helped me grow and has helped me learn. Meeting her was the best thing I’ve ever done – and it all started with a plugin for a mod of a game made in 2009 by a balding Swedish independent game dev.

So, Tomorrow brings with it legalities, family jests, and hazing from friends. It brings a family together who has been separated far too long, and brings myself into a new family who I’ve already grown to love as my own. It brings the beginning of an annual celebration of our love for each other. Tomorrow is just the first of many of these celebrations, the biggest and the one we wish to share with our friends and family.

The next 4 decades are going to be a hell of a ride, and these passengers are as great accompaniment as any I could ever ask for.

More than a couple, companions through this adventure we call life.

Black Rifle Coffee

I’ve been drinking coffee instead of soda for a little more than a month. I’ve been using milk/half&half/cream and splenda/stevia/equal in my coffee. I’ve gotten to where I don’t need the dairy any more, and use less sweetener now, only enough to take away the bitter taste from the coffee.
 
I found out about Black Rifle Coffee Company a week or so ago. I found out they’re Vet owned and more so the owner has a plan to hire 10k more Vets. I don’t like donating to charities, where only a fraction of donations go to the cause. That’s why when I found out BRCC is Vet owned, I wanted to buy some of their coffee, so I can help contribute to a betterment for US Vets, directly.
 
And you know what – it’s the best damned coffee I’ve had. No dairy, no sweeteners. Just black coffee. It don’t taste burned, it’s not bitter, and in fact actually has a hint of sweetness. We (The girlfriend and I) bought a bag of V-Tac Berzerker
 
Now, I’m no coffee connoisseur, but I’ve had a good variety over the last month alone, and have been drinking coffee on and off for 15 years or so. We bought a bag of whole bean, and I, having never ground coffee before, ended up grinding it super fine. Apparently, this is an espresso ground what I did. And just amazing. This is still, by far, the best coffee I’ve made or drank.
 
And no, I’ve not been asked to, offered anything to, or am paid to write this review. I’m just seriously pleased with what these people are doing with their company and with their product.
 
I’ve been drinking Cafe` Du Monde (CDM) coffee with chicory, with a slight bit of stevia to soften the bitter. WaWa has moved into town here, and I’ve been drinking their Vienna and Cuban coffee too. This, coupled with Walmart not carrying CDM, we chose a canister of Cafe Bustelo coffee. It’s close to WaWa’s Cuban coffee, and is also finely ground (which is something I didn’t realize until after I “goofed” with the v-tac) Though it’s a good coffee, it’s nothing compared to BRCC’s V-tac. Folgers and Maxwell House are absolute crap to me now, and would only drink these in lack of other options.
 
I’ll be ordering more from BRCC later, for special occasions and as a “treat” drink. The CDM lasts me about a week per brick, while the V-Tac could last me maybe 10 days, as I brew it less strong than the CDM. Buying bags of beans for every day drinking would be OK, but I don’t want to get completely spoiled and not be able to drink any other coffee. However, At $13 a bag, it’s a bit more expensive than the $4.50/brick I’m paying for CDM, so almost literally 3 times the price. BRCC may be more expensive than the cheap stuff I drink, but the quality is infintely greater, and the price is comparable to other 12oz bags of beans from other companies that don’t provide the same quality (Starbucks, etc)
 

Anyways, if you want a damned fine cup of coffee – head over to Black Rifle Coffee Co. and pick a roast that sounds good to you. I’m certain you won’t be disappointed. If you want to be spoiled and unable to drink diner coffee any more, buy enough to make BRCC your main drink at home, and nothing else will ever do.

Black Rifle Coffee V-Tac Berzerker
Copyright Black Rifle Coffee Co (I think, used without permission. Get over it, or ask me nicely to remove and I will)

FedEx

As a society inundated by international trade, consumerism and online shopping, we require the services of transport and delivery agencies.  We expect in return for our patronage, a qualified individual which will promptly, safely and unabashedly handle, transport and deliver our items, goods and packages.  However, in the era when burger flippers want $15 an hour, these people saddled with the responsibility of potentially hundreds of thousands of dollars of merchandise refuse to be so gentle and humble.  It seems there is a continuing downward trend of work ethics in many industries in the United States.  Between liberals wanting an unqualified exchange for services, Immigrants/migrants taking jobs Americans could otherwise have, and outsourcing of jobs to other countries, it’s no wonder work ethics are on a drastic decline. That, I feel is why this happened to me today.

Now, I’ve taken the time to write this up – this is partly due to my complete and unsatisfied annoyance at this FedEx driver.  However, I couldn’t concentrate on my work if I tried to.  I’m left with feelings of confusion, anger, betrayal and cannot focus on anything but these events.  Thankfully  there was no visible damage to the packaging, however, I have yet to fully inspect the product and am unsure if it is broken.

The events occurred about 10 O’clock am, 30 November 2016 in Florida.

I’m sitting at my desk, next to a front-facing window where I can hear the door bell and see the road/driveway.  I hear my doorbell ring, and look out the window to see a FedEx van. As I go down the stairs to retrieve my package, I see nothing sitting on the front patio through the front door windows. Thinking maybe it’s not the package I was expect but something much smaller, I opened the door and looked around – nothing.  So I look at the FedEx truck, and see the driver removing a hand truck.  At this point, new package excitement is gently jogging through my veins.  (You know the feeling, it’s almost like Christmas morning as a child, but you already know what you’re getting)

I asked the man “Hey, what’s up?” being my southern polite self.  He responded with “I’ve got a big package for you, might want to go through the garage, yeah?” This found me at odds.  Why does a delivery driver care how I move my package from outside to inside? Why would the garage help at all, it has the same size door into the house as the front door? Does this guy want to scope out my garage!? It’s none of his business what’s in my garage.  So I tell him, no and that it’s going to the front door.  He insisted again I open the garage.  At this point I tell him unconditionally “You asked me a question, I answered it. It’s not going in the garage, it’s going to the front door.” Still trying to remain polite, but firm in my response.  I know it’s quite possible he didn’t understand me previously and wanted to make sure he understand what I was saying.

At this point, I’m beginning to get annoyed however.  I shouldn’t be out in my driveway discussing where my package is to be delivered.  There are no instructions and the defacto default of “Front door area” should be his main concern.  I should not have had to request this, nor require it from him.  I was not asking for anything out of the unusual, or anything potentially dangerous, illegal, illicit or otherwise wrong.  However, I’m willing to brush it off as maybe I’m misunderstanding him.  Well, his next words made it very clear to me that he should not be working the job he’s working.  Maybe he’s normally a really nice, well meaning and centered and balanced person.  Today, however he was not.

As I stood in my driveway, considering the ethics of this man, pondering his fascination with my garage and why he wouldn’t have chosen to simply drop off my package as any other normal package, I watched.  Indeed, I watched this man, who for no other reason than not getting his way, began to through a tantrum in front of me.  I watched him throw one small package (literally, throw, though possibly more of a toss) back into the truck, and then forcefully shove another, larger package (Quite possibly someone’s new LCD TV, I didn’t get a chance to read the box clearly, however the image appeared to be of a TV) off the top of what I quickly realized what the package being delivered to me.  He did this with such force the package audibly bounced off of something towards the front of the van (I could not see what it hit) and cause what sounded like several other packages to fall off stacks and racks.

When I was done being shocked by this man’s behavior with other people’s property, which they presumably worked for the money in which they paid for these items, he spoke again.  And his words damn near floored me.

“Are you going to give me a hand with this?” – as if I was in any way expected to help this man perform the normal duties of his position as a FedEx delivery driver.  At this point, I lost it. I completely and utterly lost it. However with the help of my girlfriend over the last year, I have been learning to better control my actions, words and thoughts towards situations which otherwise boil my blood.  So, I found “it” again.  At least for one sentence.  So I calmly, yet very firmly, and with a hint of agitation told him “No, I will not. That is your job.” And began to walk inside.  His response was then “Yeah, ok, but I’m not responsible for this!” – and this is where the only way I would not have lost my composure was if God himself would have come down out of the heavens and slapped this man silly.  Perhaps I was a bit liberal with my vocabulary, perhaps I was a bit rude, perhaps this person needed a blunt and crass response from a customer to wake him up.  Regardless, what I said was said, and was said out of anger and dissatisfaction with this man’s service.  Maybe it isn’t as dramatic as that.  My reply, and I honestly feel like I still did a good job controlling myself.  Had I been from California, I may have opted to take a squat and sling fecal matter at this man. Instead I yelled at him these words “Yes, you fucking are, it’s your fucking job!” I proceeded to enter my house, and lock the door and yell profanities because I didn’t want to end up with the Sheriff’s office visiting me.

As I walk up the stairs in the foyer, and watch as he begins to throw my package around into my bushes, on the concrete pad and otherwise be as abusive as he can be, I feel the urge to yell at him more, however I don’t.  Rather than continue to cause issue, I stand in the stair well, waiting for him to walk back to his van, so I can go outside to retrieve my package.  As I open the door, he looks around the back of the van at me and calls me an asshole.  After moving my package into the house, I turn around flick him off and close my door, locking it.

Was my actions completely social? No. Should I have perhaps behaved more socially? That’s what is generally agreed upon.  However, this man should not have called me out, should not have put me in that position, and should not have his job any longer.  Unfortunately I do not have this man’s name, nor vehicle number.  However, Enrique over at @FedExHelp on Twitter, did ask me for more information.  I have supplied this and yet have no answer as to what they will be doing.  Below is a screenshot of the request I received from @FedExHelp.  My hopes began to brighten when I seen these requests, however after almost half an hour without a response to the information I provided, I feel the reach-out was more of a reach-around and “good will gesture” with an end result of no one doing anything about this situation, or this employee.
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I do hope FedEx can make this right. I also hope my plants were not irrevocably harmed, my item not damaged internally, or for the sake of others that the packages which were abused by this man were also delivered unbroken.

UPDATE:
FedEx has escalated to station management, who will be calling me in a couple of hours.
Thank You Enrique!

(I will continue to update as pertinent)

The Last POTUS

I’ve determined that it does not matter at all which person is elected into office of the President of the United States of America. Our society has declined to a point where there is no longer any recourse for our actions and that there is only two possible routes out: Total annihilation of our current working government and a rebuild based on original concepts; or the continued dwindling downturn of our government and society to a point in which we are living in a society that is more reminiscent of 1984 rather than 2001: A Space Odyssey. And with this, we are left with three choices: Prolong our current suffering for at least 4 more years, cement our dwindling decline, or plant our flag firmly in the ground and stand tall as we demolish the corruption and build anew.
 
I don’t know about you, but all three of those choices scare the ever loving fuck out of me. And what’s worse is, we have no idea which player is the catalyst for which events.
 
There is another way, but it is long and difficult. And that is to provide a recourse for our society to emerge victorious over itself and to become a better people than we have been. There will be those who fight us, those who insist that their way is right and our way is wrong. But those people will do everything in their power to prevent progress towards a more survivable state whilst doing nothing of their own to further a better situation for this country. Even those who’s actions seem to be causing distress, if their end goal is the betterment of our society, they are not working against us. It is those whom have actions completely detrimental to the actions needed for a successful transition back to the positive. This may take years, decades even – but I fear if it takes too long, the efforts would be in vein.
 
There isn’t a single candidate I honestly feel represents the whole of our country. And the day we have such a candidate, is the day we should shoot the man. The United States is a country that is not one people, but many people, who have come together to represent this nation as one people. There is no single person however that can say they represent every one of us. We do not need, nor would we ever want that. Germany had that once, and they are still suffering from that mistake, as are large numbers of others. Representation is not what the Presidency is about – Leadership and decision making is.
 
We, The People, cannot self govern. There are too many of us, too many groups and sub groups and cliques and niches that we require a funneling structure of responsibility who can make the best decisions for the entire Nation, whilst not hindering or hampering efforts of progress for any smaller group within. This is why we have government. Until the day our society is above all material objects and possessions, until we are beyond running our lives emotionally, and until we no longer hold on to this physical world – we will require a group of responsible people to help guide and steer this unwieldy bus we call America.
 
Hang on guys and gals, I don’t know who our driver will be, but I assure you the road ahead is full of pot-holes, wash-outs and patches. We’re in for one hell of a wild ride!

Safe Spaces, Entitlements & The Internet

First off if you think I’m going to denounce any violence and negativity on the internet, you can alt-f4 right now.
[EDIT: I would like to say here that this article does not target groups of people for being different, or endorse hate for these groups, only that there is more than enough room for improvement from everyone, and these are the areas where improvement can be made. ~Jeremy]

I am sick and tired of hearing about safe spaces.  Get over it.  The world is inherently NOT your friend.  This is doubly true online.  Social Media / Social networking is a scam.  There is nothing social about it.  Unless that’s truly how degraded the world has become that people saying things with ambiguity and or even of no relation to any subject for which butt-hurt bubble children are offended can be taken as a threat of the end of the world.  Yeah, about that too, You might be that important to you, but until You make yourself that important to everyone else, by works and actions, You’re simply not important.  You are not the world and you never will be if you don’t get out of the cardboard box that you pretend is an ivory tower.

I don’t care what you uncle has done to you.  I don’t care what sexuality you have.  I don’t care if you feel like a woman stuck in a man’s body.  But when you shove it in my face, damn straight I’m going to fight back.  Safe spaces.  What a load of bull crap.  When I was a kid, my safe space was in my mom’s arm.  That stopped when I was about 8 years old.  Am I butt hurt about it?  No!  Why? Because that’s the natural, healthy thing for a child.  Being coddled well into adulthood is absolute nonsense and needs to stop.  You need to grow the fuck up and stop acting like a spoiled little bastard.

Queer, Fagot, Gay.  Words which had nothing, historically, to do with homosexuallity and the sexually deviant.  But now, – OH but now, this will most certainly be the first post I’ve made that will have comments on it.  Why? Because I said those three words.  Again, get over it and grow up.  Here’s some definitions for you to learn:

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queer
kwir/
adjective
adjective: queer; comparative adjective: queerer; superlative adjective: queerest
  1. 1.
    strange; odd.
    “she had a queer feeling that they were being watched”
    antonyms: normal
    • Britishinformaldated
      slightly ill.

verb

informal
verb: queer; 3rd person present: queers; past tense: queered; past participle: queered; gerund or present participle: queering
  1. 1.
    spoil or ruin (an agreement, event, or situation).
    “Reg didn’t want someone meddling and queering the deal at the last minute”

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fag·ot
ˈfaɡət/
noun
noun: faggot; plural noun: faggots; noun: fagot; plural noun: fagots
  1. a bundle of sticks or twigs bound together as fuel.
    • a bundle of iron rods bound together for reheating, welding, and hammering into bars.

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Full Definition of gay

  1. 1 a :  happily excited :  merry <in a gay mood> b :  keenly alive and exuberant :  having or inducing high spirits <a bird’s gay spring song>

  2. 2 a :  bright, lively <gay sunny meadows> b :  brilliant in color

  3. 3 :  given to social pleasures; also :  licentious

  4. 4 a :  homosexual <gay men> b :  of, relating to, or used by homosexuals <the gay rights movement> <a gay bar>

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I don’t give a shit if these words offend you when I use them.  As long as I use these words in a respectful way with an intention of a proper definition and without being derogatory, then you’re being offended over nothing.  Or more so, over English Language.  Notice how there are many other definitions for each word?  Yeah, probably not because you’re lacking a proper education.  I’m sorry that you’ve been failed as a child,  but you’re an adult now and need to take responsibility for yourself.  Stop trying to dictate your lifestyle and your idiocy upon everyone else.

Now I suppose that if you, the reader are still with me,  You are either educated enough to not be offended, or you’re super pissed off right now and are thinking of ways to harm me or my reputation in a legal way, or possibly illegal way.  What ever, do what you feel like.  I’ve said my peace.

Does this mean I inherently hate the homosexual community?  NO.  It don’t.  It means I’m fucking tired of people pushing their own bullshit on me because they feel like that my sole existence is offensive to them.  And I’ve done not a damned thing to be offensive, other than be alive.  If you feel so insecure that you need to run away from me to be in a safe space, then you need to stay off the internet.

Oh, but you’re a LBGTSA what ever other letters you want to add to that, programmer and exist on the internet?  Well, This is part of the real world now. Pull up your pants (or your skirt I guess, guys), grow up and DEAL WITH IT.  You think us straight normal people don’t have shit to deal with?  We’ve got retarded assholes that can’t handle somewhat stressful situations complaining that they’re entitled to being treated better than everyone else.  And not all of them are homosexual or trans.

I have stress in my own life.  I’m working to build myself as an income generating person (i.e. Not working for anyone else, but solely for myself) And that’s fucking hard.  Am I screaming at society, saying that I’m entitled to have things because I am me?  No.  Would society laugh in my face and tell me to go away?  Most assuredly, Yes.  Why?  Because society does not intend to support me when I am a capable and able person.  That’s just the most recent stress.  How about all the unfinished things I’ve got around the house?  Family members being in hospitals, and others going through shit that would make you take a shotgun to your face – And doing with as much grace and gratitude as is possible in their positions. That wears on me – but I’m not begging society to keep me safe from the facts that death happens.  I can’t help these people, I’m not God, except in my own special little world where I wake up from every morning.

Do you know what I am entitled to?  I am entitled to being allowed to live.  I am entitled to being allowed to make my own way in this world.  I am entitled to breath the air, drink the water and shit.  That’s all.  Everything else society has come together and said, “You know, it would be nice if we had cleaner, cooler air in our homes; to have clean water delivered on call to our homes; to have waste removal and processing so we don’t live in feces”  And because of society, we have these things.

And it just occurred to me that these man-child people don’t know what society is.  It is not a thing.  It is not government.  It is not some person in office dictating errata.  No!  Society is all of us.  It is the largest group of people to exist.  We are in an age of global society.  But we still have national societies, broke up into smaller groups right down to that society called family.

Here’s another definition for you, this time specific to the definition for which I am using:
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so·ci·e·ty
səˈsīədē/
noun
noun: society

  1. 1.
    the aggregate of people living together in a more or less ordered community.
    “drugs, crime, and other dangers to society”
    synonyms: the community, the (general) public, the people, the population;

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This is something I feel has been lost in general.

I do have to apologize for this post as I have allowed myself to be emotionally driven to write this.  As such, there may be errors in grammar and use of words I would otherwise not have used in a post on BluntAboutIt.com – This said, I am not going back to edit this and truly hope that those who are offended by this post may learn something from the words I have written and become less obsessed with being offended and maybe, just maybe, get pissed off enough to stop trying to hide from society and the responsibilities of being a member thereof.  Safe Space, Entitlement, The fuck is this? Nazi Germany?  Get over it. You’re not being hunted down like Jews in the holocaust and you’re not getting shit for just being.  The same as I get nothing for just being.

~Jeremy

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