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Dynasty

Phil Robertson’s previous fame is an interesting example of someone being used as an anchor to glamorize controversial beliefs. I’m constantly confused by fame whitewashing behavior that violates the precepts of the religion being espoused. It is hypocrisy, one that money conveniently dispels.

Duck Dynasty was marketing genius when it started. The right people at the right time, to get viewers. I don’t fault anyone involved in the project for taking a simple idea and running with it. We tend to reward oversimplification. 

Many people don’t know Phil fathered a daughter by having an affair. The family welcomed the newly-discovered daughter despite her origins. That’s a good thing. Regardless of how she came to be, she holds no accountability for the actions of her father. Or her mother. People are complex and where sexuality treads, you can be certain that misbehavior will happen. It always has. I love watching people moan about what others do in the bedroom. I’ve seen too many people do the same thing and then attempt to allege they’ve never behaved that way. It’s the same mindset that allows far too many people to disparage the younger generation, who aren’t straying far from the blueprint we created when we were younger. 

In too many ways, my own dad echoed the pattern of Phil Robertson. He was a troublemaker fueled by alcoholism and anger. He too fathered a daughter that we didn’t know about for decades. Like Phil, my dad had affairs, especially when he was younger. I know that Phil had family members to love him. That part of his story makes me happy, happy, happy. He got to know the daughter from his wilder days. That’s the kind of acceptance that I always wish for for everyone involved.

My family comes from Southern roots just as Phil’s did. Both benefited from growing up in a society that legally denied equality to much of the population. It preached superiority and encouraged bigotry, all backed by the alleged support of their relgious beliefs. That stain takes generations to remove, if at all. It’s how we end up with people venerating the flags of defeated ideology and insisting that the cause was something more noble. God must have been wrong about slavery; otherwise, the side suppporting it would have prevailed. (Or so some people say, incorrectly asserting that universal right always prevails. It doesn’t.) The same is true for bigotry associated with being gay. If any book can be used to justify both sides, there’s either a problem with the book, the people interpreting it, or both. 

Had a film crew documented everything my dad did and said, he too would have faced a backlash. The only difference is that Phil Robertson had the fame to use his limelight to spout. I’m not saying he was wrong about everything. He wasn’t. But if you look closely, you’ll see that his beliefs coincided with the values and things that supported his small circle’s way of life. His worldview didn’t allow for inclusion of people not like him. 

Yesterday, I delved into the complexity of celebrities who believe nonnense. Elizabeth Moss and Tom Cruise of course entered the mix. We can engage with them as celebrities. That same celebrity gives them the money and means to disguise what lies behind their ideologies. 

What bothers me most about the example of Phil Robertson is it leads to nonsense like the State of Texas attempting to mandate the commandments in public schools. It hasn’t worked in churches – and it won’t work in schools, either. It’s always about control and the imposition of people’s religious beliefs onto others. I can’t help that saying this pisses off those who follow an authoritarian version of religion. 

What does work? Living the message of compassion. Education. Helping others. Prioritizing policies that improve people’s lives instead of starving them, denying them healthcare, or subjecting them to exclusionary behavior. Stop trying to condemn or control people. If you embody the message, you don’t need coercion or control. People gravitate toward authenticity. Loving behavior is demonstrably loving. That’s why we should value actions over words. 

If you’re voting against giving people food, education, housing, or healthcare, but actively funding machinery of war and destruction, you’re not doing it right. If you’re rewarding the wealthy at the expense of those with less, I would say greed and corruption have infected you.

We constantly struggle against the narrow-mindedness of fear and prejudice disguised as both politics and religion. 

That’s what got us to where we are. Phil was an integral part of the backlash that allowed an imposter to reinvent himself from a misogynist, failed businessman, and bigoted television star into a leader whose biggest contribution is anger and divisiveness. 

It’s what gave us the powerful ficitonal example of those in Gilead, with one side using the name of God to insist they have the right to do almost anything to further their cause. The difference is that one side argues for equality and compassion, whereas the other fights for dominance, subjugation, and control.

Could Duck Dynasty entertain? Yes, of course. But it also masks our perceptions of what lay beneath it. It makes me think of another family member, one admired in his small pond of like-minded people. He despised minorities, gay people, and anyone different. He used his influence to ruin people’s lives if they attempted to ascend to his level. Not figuratively. Literally. And he did those things with God on his lips. 

You can’t ignore the smirk and snarl behind the curtain. You get both when you entertwine celebrity and belief, just as you do with the people you know. 

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To Jump

Why in the world does anyone leave something like this parked next to a building? There’s plenty of acceleration pavement in front of it. Bo and Luke wouldn’t hesitate. The result of jumping it in my blue car wouldn’t be pretty. But those couple of seconds up in the air? The idea of it beats the pants off pretty much any possible shenanigans.

PS it’s in the Fiesta Square parking lot If anybody wants to give it a try.
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Dark

I watched the lightning and thunderstorms roll in earlier this morning, though it seems like ten hours ago. Because I was restless, I went out and made my way to one of the parks with an assortment of bird seed and tossed it where the menagerie of birds congregate. Even though I could hear rolling thunder in the distance, I trudged out in the woods in the dark. Great blue herons congregated back there. It was a stolen moment, standing alone in the dark among the trees, listening to the bird dinosaurs call out.

The picture I took is much brighter than the reality I watched. 

I took a moment to stop myself from being resentful of all the missed opportunities. This morning wasn’t one of those, but each time I have a lemon moment experience of something new and interesting, it reminds me. 

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Wanker

Life is driven by coincidence at times. For example, the highly useful word “wanker” keeps popping up in my life. I had the opportunity to use it perfectly.

Because I’m out and about frequently, I’ve become accustomed to seeing certain people and knowing their behavior and eccentricities. Sometimes I see an older man who has difficulty walking fast. It doesn’t stop him from going out and enjoying the trails. He’s cautious.

I watched as he waited in the grass near the crosswalk, looking both ways multiple times and doing the math of velocity in his head so that he wouldn’t be a needless encumbrance on traffic. This particular crosswalk is at the bottom of the hill and people frequently drive 70 mph down it.

As I approached from the other direction, he started walking. A low flying plane disguised as a sedan flew down the hill. The pilot of the car began honking his horn quite a distance from the crosswalk. Which of course startled the elderly man crossing it. He froze and turned. Anyone who understands mobility issues knows that it’s difficult for some to turn quickly because it increases the risk of a fall. The airplane sedan slowed some in response. Instead of coming to a halt, he crossed over into the wrong lane and sped toward the traffic light as the older man stood a couple of feet away from the center of the crosswalk.

Sometimes I do things before I realize my feet are moving. I turned and sprinted toward the light. Standing on the sidewalk I made the international symbol for “roll down your window.”

The man did so. At which point I screamed, “Wanker!”

The man knew he was being insulted but didn’t understand how.

“Eff you, buddy!” His eloquence should be noted.

“I’m going to take a picture of your license when you go through the light.”

He continued his eloquence, cursing and what I would describe as True Alabaman. I watched as the light turned green and the man struggled to decide what to do. In perfect synchronicity, the light turned green.

I was delighted when the car behind the man honked furiously for him to move it.

As he pulled away, I pretended to take a picture of his license plate.

I’m hoping he’s stresses badly for the rest of the day. That he expects a call or a knock on his door asking why he’s flying his plane at more than twice the speed limit and failing to yield at a crosswalk.

Wanker.

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Thinking

Every once in a while I write a list like this one.

… Because the biggest myth of all is that we prioritize and reward logic and reason over emotion and poor thinking. The best idea does not win, nor does the process of discovery and innovation get the appreciation it deserves. It’s how we end up with people criticizing the scientific process or convincing themselves that the world is only 6,000 years old.

Almost every TV show and movie gets the science behind sleeping after a concussion wrong. Just like they do with CPR.

Diverticulitis is the perfect example of how science progresses. Despite the fact that we now know that eating popcorn and seeds doesn’t worsen diverticulitis, It will take years for the previous recommendations to stop affecting how people deal with their disease.

Supplements aren’t regulated like other medicines. While some people need them for specific beneficial medical purposes, they are by large a danger to most of us.

One of my favorites is the idiotic insistence that people not swim for an hour after they eat.

The same is true for stomach ulcers. We’ve known for years that they are caused by bacteria rather than stress.

Debunked claims that vaccines cause autism still cause havoc as poorly-informed people continue to repeat claims that they do. As is the case with the flu vaccine causing you to have the flu.

There’s no correlation to a full moon and aberrant behavior. But try telling people who believe it that there’s no evidence to support the claim.

Parents everywhere continue to believe that sugar causes their kids to be hyperactive. Study after study has shown this to be false.

People mistakenly believe that technology invariably causes social isolation. For every disadvantage, it creates the possibility of enhanced connection. Radio was going to be the downfall of civilization. TV was going to produce a generation of idiots.

Every generation for centuries has insisted that the younger generations are at fault for what’s wrong with society. That includes their work ethic and morals. It’s a ridiculous pyramid scheme of faulty logic and thinking.

The teen birthrate has continued to significantly fall over the last few decades. In general, do people believe it? The same holds true for crime and violence, generally speaking. Yet somehow, if you tell someone we are collectively safer, they’ll argue until their fingers fall off the remote control.

Bats aren’t blind.

Reading in the dark or sitting too close to the TV does not damage your vision.

The eight glasses of water a day myth won’t die either. Water consumed as part of your food counts, just as the water in coffee and soda does. Many people overhydrate, which can cause electrolyte imbalances as well as kidney problems. In general, urine is not meant to be clear all the time.

Napoleon wasn’t short. His height was normal for the time.

In conclusion, expecting people to dedicate themselves to learning is as foolish as deciding that someone who has declared bankruptcy several times is somehow a good business person. Or that someone who spews hate and dissent somehow embodies the ideals of a prophet that preached brotherly love and compassion.

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Angry Sausage

Another good example of misadventure… I could change the language to not be so onerous, but why? 

I had a couple of interesting social interactions before heading toward the creek. Good ones. I kicked off my shoes and left them in the car. I stood a couple of feet away from the trail edge. You’d have to be drunk and riding a bicycle with 2 ft handlebar extensions to make contact with any part of my body. 

I was putting my phone in my pocket as a man dressed as a summer sausage pedalled toward me. I won’t explain the comparison. Suffice it to say, it’s more than apt. 

“Get out of the effing way,” he shouted. I looked behind me confusedly and then turned my head as he passed me. 

“Johnsonville,” I said, and laughed. It couldn’t be offensive to him because there’s no way he could have understood the thoughts going through my head when I first saw him with that angry look on his face. 

He came to a precarious stop. “What did you say to me?” He half-shouted.

“I recommended both a hearing aid and an optometrist.” I couldn’t stop myself. Even though he did not understand my wit, I did. It seems fair if someone’s going to be out in public with anger issues, they better be prepared to eat the plate of creative sarcasm and buffoonery that I love serving. 

“Stay off the trail!” He sounded so unreasonable that I wondered why he didn’t have a part-time job with the White House as a peace negotiator. 

I had a flash of movie inspiration. “He’s already pulled over!” I tried mimic the dude from Super Troopers. For those who’ve seen the movie, you can picture the absurdity that I was experiencing.

Summer sausage was about to say something. 

But I had another flash of inspiration. I tossed my headphones to the grass and then began running. 

Summer sausage tried to pedal forward so fast that he was going nowhere, like a cartoon character hanging over a cliff with his feet frantically pistoning. 

When I said I took off running, I actually ran in place by frantically flailing my arms as if I were running the hundred yard dash without moving. 

Summer sausage did not look back as he finally started riding on the trail at an appropriate speed for exercise. In a way, you could say I had become his personal trainer by motivating him to speed up. 

My suspicion is that for the remainder of today’s bicycle ride, he kept his anger to himself. 

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Choose

Because people are reluctant to share the things that they wish they could say to someone who needs to hear it, I hope that each person reading this stops to consider that it may have been written for them.

It’s not about being a man. 

It’s about being a person who communicates openly and boldly when needed. 

Everyone has trauma, most have experienced betrayal and loss, and others lack self-confidence for their own reasons. 

Behavior can be learned and it can also be unlearned if you’re motivated.

Each of us has defects and things that cannot be changed or taken back. 

We also possess things that can be changed. Most things that are worthwhile require effort. 

If your goal is to socialize and to become intimate with other people, you must be willing to work on the things that you can. 

Failing to do so is a passive decision to let others know that you will not move past where you are. 

We must play the cards we’re given rather than the ones we wish we had. 

You start with small steps today. 

People notice that you’ve acknowledged you’re taking as much control as you can. 

No one wants someone perfect. But everyone wants someone moving in the right direction. 

We find value in someone who recognizes that action is required. It erases a great deal of the things that give us pause.

Confidence is attractive, often rivaling humor and wit. 

Pursuing what you want magnetizes us. Knowing that someone values you and wants you is an element of attraction that’s often overlooked.

Resist complaining about the current situation. Stop talking about what you’re going to do. Instead, commit to movement and action.

Let the changes be reflected in your behavior and the words you choose. Live confidently and honestly. 

Some of the things in your heart and reflected in your words will make you fearful of rejection. The truth is we all share a lot more in common than we realize and it’s only through communication that allows us to interact as human beings. 

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Quiet

There’s magic where you look for it. 

And despair, too, often even if you’re not. 

Just in case there’s vitality in nature, I walked barefoot and talked to the thousand birds that surrounded me. Most were unseen, but few went unheard. 

Unlike us, who mostly stay silent for fear of our voices being ridiculed. You’ll be mocked whether you’re silent or singing. Your words and letters will be judged, mostly by people who can neither aptly wield a pen or dare to hold a note.

A crow followed me across the area I refer to as the alien meadow due to the strange vertical plants that secretly grow there each year. I hated to leave it behind because it was cawing for my benefit. 

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Saturday Morning Pterodactyls

I love writing about positive interactions. But I remind people that not all of them are. A few minutes ago, I managed to make myself laugh after running into someone who thinks the world was created just for her.

Wandering the park, I was listening and watching for birds. Not people.

“What are you doing?” The woman’s voice surprised me. I looked up to see a woman standing a few feet away. She held a leash attached to a beautiful dog.

“I’m enjoying the morning. How are you doing?” I smiled as I looked away from my bird app for a second.

“No, I meant, what are YOU doing?” There was a tone to her voice, one which implied that she was both the gatekeeper of the area and had the right to ask anyone at any time how dare they be where they are.

“Right now, I’m wondering how cleverly I can indirectly insult you so that you’ll go about your morning and enjoy it so that I can do the same.”

“There’s no reason to talk to me that way,” she said, as she pulled on the dog leash. The dog wanted me to pet it. Or perhaps rescue it from the clutches of its owner. She looked the kind of dog owner who would individually count every pebble of food before feeding the dog. I had an aunt like that.

“Well, I hope you enjoy the rest of your day,” I said as I smiled.

The woman grunted and mumbled to herself as she marched away. I’m 100% sure that she wished she had a hard marble surface to stomp on so that I would have to listen to her heels clicking as she high stepped.

When she reached a point about 20 yards away from me and across the steel bridge, I couldn’t resist. Some of the people who know me know I do one hell of a pterodactyl scream. I let loose.

I watched as the woman froze and looked around. Not seeing anything, she returned to her disapproving high step walk. At which point, I let out an even louder pterodactyl scream. She froze again for a second and then walked as fast as anyone can without breaking into a run.

Because of the early hour and the magical absence of traffic or mundane sounds, you might be surprised how far a pterodactyl scream carries in the beautiful misty morning.

I let out five shriekingly loud pterodactyl screams before letting the morning return to its normal quiet state. Just in case someone else is using the Merlin app. They’ll have one hell of a story trying to explain the noise they heard on an early Saturday morning.

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Musical Encounter

It was a rough day today, much like trying to explain the first amendment without flash cards to a cabal of conservative voters.

When I exited the inconvenience store, loud obnoxious music filled the air, as if a tone deaf demon were playing a violin and singing garbled Korean folk music. 

I casually looked into the car producing the nightmarish music. A rather menacing-looking man sat in the driver’s seat while smoking a cigar. 

Before thinking better of it, I reached into my car and pulled out one of my sets of headphones. 

I turned around and asked him if he needed some headphones. 

“No, but that was kind of you to offer.” He smiled really big.

“I wasn’t offering them out of kindness. I’m not very fond of my ears bleeding.” Keep in mind that I didn’t smile or give me any indication as to whether I was joking. 

The man took a second the process my complaint. Thankfully, he laughed. 

“You’re not a fan of Sleazy Milktoast MC?” He asked me. (That’s not what he actually said, but the string of syllables he cited as the name of the alleged singer might as well have been that.)

“I bet it’s good for clearing crowds,” I immediately answered. 

“You got jokes! That’s good. Hit me with another one.” 

It took me less than 1/20th of a second to fire back. “That music is to rap music what Creed is to rock.”

He laughed hard again. “What are you listening to in your tiny blue car?”

“Since I qualify for AARP, I’m required by federal law to listen to NPR or hardcore elevator music.” 

Because I just received a gift of the kind of expensive headphones I would never buy myself in a million years, I offered him my $12 pair again. 

“Nah, I’m good. Listening is performance art.” He grinned at his own cleverness. 

We exchanged a couple of more rapid-fire good-intentioned insults before I got in my car. It was very difficult to pretend that I wasn’t listening to NPR as I drove off. I waved as I drove away. He laughed again and waved his cigar out the window. 

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PS The included picture has zero to do with my story. The man in the picture was just an interesting guy out enjoying the day on the trail. 

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