My Gay Roommate. Air Force.

I had a choice of roommates.   A straight dickhead or a gay guy with issues.  (Don’t we all?).  However Mark was intelligent, engaging and a friend.    His dissections of movie plots were genius.  He was a 702 which is the military way of saying a person worked in the office.     One day after a Commander’s Call with our weather unit,  we were walking back to the barracks and about four guys were calling him names I will not mention.   When I saw the look on Mark’s face it was enough for me to retaliate in kind and this was in an era before DADT.

No fight just a threat because I was an NCO (SSgt) and they were little weenies and I would have gone after them if I could.   Anyhow,   it is not what a person likes if it is legal but what kind of person they are to others.

As I said,  Mark has his problems and of course being gay and being out front about it,   was a method to get kicked out.  His behavior escalated eventually he was wearing lipstick and mascara and leadership had enough.   Regardless,  he was and I hope is doing well.    Above all,   he lived the way he felt was the best for him and who am I to judge.    I did learn something about humans though and I am forever grateful for that.

After getting out I had a gay roommate again and he was okay but one of  his friends was not.    His friend said the place stunk of fish,  regarding my girlfriend.   After he left I went to Ray and told him if I ever heard anything like that again that I would kick his ass.   So again,  tolerating and accepting is kind of fluid,  but what is not subjective is common decency.   I do not care who you are if you are being a shit,   I am going to let you know.

No need for bro slaps or mancaves!

Ice-skating with Zebras! On the Thin Ice of Life!

The world can be a tricky place with thin spots in the ice while crumbling quite literally beneath our feet.    One person flaunts the fact gaining attention for their intrepidness.    This is a figurative ice and I will explain.   We all go through our moments of self-discovery.   Coming of age in our right without the knowledge of it beforehand.    It is one thing to hear the story of the Birds and the Bees and quite another to feel what we feel.

During my Junior High days there was a classmate who had sex outside of the old school next to the football stadium.  As stories go,  this sounded like a date rape fantasy of a pretty and innocent girl but none-the-less it was prurient in nature, a myth of the preteen years.    The same story-teller told of the time he had touched a classmate in the bathroom of her parent’s house.   One gets the idea here in Sixteen Candles and Molly Ringwald’s panties.    The sheer awe of the unknown and to the Devil with the details and how they affect others.

So using the skater analogy again let’s consider this ice.    A person decides to lie about something.   Perhaps that diving off a water tower into a shallow retention pond is safe.    The problem is not whether anyone has tested this out in reality but simply repeated old tales.    They may even say they have jumped,  while they have not.   Person B thinks they need some Street Cred and invariably suffer because of it.

The girl above did in fact move away but I never heard anything else about again.   As to the reason or reasons why and the alleged facts by a somewhat silly boy telling other silly boys lies.     And before anyone plays the Ace just be sure that there are still aces remaining.

We seem to operate at our best with someone to keep us in line.   And that when no one is looking,  when take something that is not ours,    The human condition,  I guess.

This all reminded me of the events during my school days and how these cracks in the ice,  happen to the innocent and who cries for the victims in life?    Like I saw at a Soup Kitchen,  where a relatively young man, dressed badly,  smelled worse and had a big wound on his neck that was soaked with blood.    He started acting out an the Deputy summarily threw him out.   A young woman at another table commented that he was not like that before going to Prison.

And in a movie I saw from one of the Baltic States where two young girls used their looks for advantage.   These were nothing more than jumping lines and getting boys to hold their books on the way home from school.   The more beautiful girl was able to fend off the lecherous older guy until one day she was kidnapped,  passed around and eventually decided to marry this POS.   Too young to be married,   her advantage slipped away.

Her more conservative girlfriend stopped her from using her gun on her husband who murdered her ex boyfriend for no other reason than jealousy.   The conservative girl went to the wedding while loathing the miscreant who forced a young girl into a bad situation.     The more modest girl started to dance a very ethnic dance with adult movements and wowed the revellers and I guess were enamored.   Anyway, part of life for women around the world is this kind of subjective justice and it sucks.     The pressure of being weaker doubles down when their very utility is neutralized by seedy creeps and bullies.

For those who can be a hero,  do it.

Pensive Patience – Turn your head and deny.

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One night we ended up at a place called the Port Authority in New York City.    We being my girlfriend and I,  as we had a stopover before heading on to upstate NY.     The busstop was an eclectic mix of wandering souls,  some with bus tickets and others seemingly having a ticket to hell or a local jail.    The insidious nature of being poor relegates too many people to the streets and ironically far too many are servicemen out of the military,  many with serious mental issues.

So what do the police do?  They either arrest them or make them move a few feet to another Gate.  Where they put down their makeshift cardboard homes while swilling alcohol and threatening other homeless people or harassing bus riders.  I remember the narrow metal benches that were too thin to sit on,  let alone sleep on.   But that didn’t stop some from trying as I saw a young Puerto Rican man trying to sleep and an obviously high and drunk lady of about 50 pushing that young man off the bench.

The result was almost too bizarre and unsettling to observe.   As they yelled at each other the disagreement escalated and the disturbed woman with a bottle in a brown bag broke that bottle as she smashed it against the top of a metal 55 gallon drum producing a rather lethal weapon.  She waived her jagged bottle and threatened to kill the guy.   A black lady seating a few feet away called the old drunk lady a bitch and other assorted life-affirming comments.

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Finally the 50 year old mentally ill lady discarded her weapon and it got scary and otherworldly.   The lady proceeded to lift her soiled skirt,  dropped her unmentionables and menacingly told the young guy to  F#@K her.   Now the old black lady was in top form, telling the ersatz stripper that no one wanted to see her nasty coochie.   Again her vocabulary was as a colorful as before and it seemed that high tide was going out because she feel asleep until the whole entourage was shifted like an adult version of musical benches in an insane asylum.

Perhaps we can start by realistically addressing homelessness.   The VA Hospital,  truck stops and Motels have their parking lots where homeless people find a safe place to sleep for the night.   The decent people (not billionaires) who try to accommodate the needy are indeed angels of a kind.   And these professional fast-food workers and managers basically hold the world together,  while Wall Street and it’s minions drive rental properties out of sight.

The people in NYC who get gunned down are not necessarily suspects but innocent bystanders.  The stories feature the injuries of random shots into a crowd while they get paid leave and offer no apologies.   Sad when police officers do their own version of terror against the weak and enfeebled.

The other side of the homeless equation is where are the children of these homeless seniors?   Where are the cops that do good and why are not these cops emulated by other police officers?   An officer approaches a feeble adult and gets aggressive not knowing if the person is globally Aphasic but perceived as Jason Bourne with tactical firepower and a drawer full of steroids.

Society is ill, perhaps irreparably when handicapped people are not taken care of.   And to me,  even criminals should not be raped by fellow inmates and murderers are not somehow heroic when they hurt the various kind of  offenders in a faux game of morality awry.

Police officers should be respectful and accommodating rather than finding trumped up charges which other officers  accept at face value.    They have a life and a home and respect and it is a power trip because that is why they arrest a jogger for jaywalking.   Campus cops.   The ultimate worst kind of parasite who arrests young ADULTS for doing what they did or their fathers and mothers did during the 60s and 70s.

So this is the season of discontent and mercy and patience have given way to a political state of anarchy where politicians and polizei are given carte blanche powers to accuse and abuse suspects.   The Miranda Rights are fudged with and lied about while good cops are not judgemental but a mutual respect transcends gung ho wife-beaters with a badge.

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There are nearly 1,100 BILLIONAIRES in the world who sweep people off the street and characterize homeless as worthless druggies.   The problem is that many make money off of them at both ends and then moralize and wonder about what house they will stay in during the weekend and whose palms need to be greased for the various PACs and the democrats are just as rich and even richer than their counterparts.   Neither party is blameless BUT their immediate task should be to provide humanity to as many as they can.

In depressed places the womanhood of a woman is like Park Place or Madison Ave if they are attractive and date rape is laughed at and kidnapping is happening with souls making money off of the pain and dehumanizing effects of human trafficking while horny rich men dip their wicks in countries where police officers make our own look like caring social workers.    It makes me mad when I hear women using misogynistic language at women who lack what they consider classy behavior,

We all need to access how we treat each other and it starts in the home and in school,  mitigating sexual abuse and educating the poor from abusing their children and including the  hymens of young girls.   This kind of savagery needs to be talked about and a real plan to deal with it.   Collectively stemming the tide of the heart break of being deemed service type people.   Classism is an issue and if we want to lead the world in morality that starts with feeding the homeless and providing shelter to the homeless during spates of especially bad weather.   I have slept in my house or car where temperatures were in the teens,  along with kitty and a few pillows and blankets.   It can happen to anyone.  The gentle and graceful find a way to make helping cool again and for the first time for many.

She’s very very very smart, but she is bad at drugs?

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I am actually proud of this young lady because she is smart but it was pretty evident that she suffered a lot of abuse at home and yet is surviving.   One of the most significant choices was to not go back home because as she said and I am paraphrasing,   “too much temptation”.

But at the same time looking back at her past on A&E,   she said,  she should be thriving.    She said that.  And this kind of talk most undoubtedly came from social workers,  guidance counselors and self-help books.  She was thriving as a young girl but the demons that haunted Ma and Pa Needle made that foundation shaky.

The mom said she was one of the greatest people that she has ever known?  A teenager who has Gollum’s ring tethered to opioid dreams and where Meth is always more.   A boyfriend who gets to sow seeds deep and in a haze find a love that no one else could possibly can.    While deserving souls are denied pain relief and all in the name of a fix or fixes,  overdoses and quantum mixes.

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And getting to how very very very smart she is,  the cumulative amount of verys invariable make her very very very smart.  So let’s break this down.   This attractive intelligent young woman is held hostage to a drug-induced state while disconnected parents with brick telephones hammer I Love yous in a staccato deception.  This very very very very smart girl  is doted upon unhealthily and the father says she is not good at drugs.   Well that is a goal,  I guess? Iron Oars on a rusty canoe.

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I believe the father has other secrets too.   We may or may not know one way or the other,   and probably do not need to,  especially as this young woman continues to actually grow up.    The patchwork quilts are replaced with yarn,  replacing burned-outs bulb with Neon.    She is a champ inspite of the nesting cuckoo birds who cooed lies on brains filled with chemical Metaphors.

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Good luck and God’s speed and while I know her parents are just human too,   the objectification of her youth and intelligence invariably vanishes.    She is arty woman and interesting too,   but let this very very very very very smart woman who is not good at drugs,  to forever give them up.

It seems to me that we are reverting back to a time we do not want to go.  Things happen in life,  you can not control the tick of a clock anymore than you can control people.  In the next moment creative art will be inhibited as politicians talk about things they never experienced and if they did,  they just lie about it.