When the Shit Hits The Fan – Or “the time to prepare is now!”

Alright. I’m just going to have to be the one to say it. These all suck. And so MANY of the things occurring in our government today, suck. I see A LOT of people posting these stories, and that is a good thing. It means awareness is increasing. But knowing about, and DOING something about a situation are two very different things. Everyone wants to play armchair politician, debating the validity of this bill, or that one. But, what is anyone actually DOING? A few hundred protesters here, a few activists there… It’s a step in the right direction and an indication that more people are willing to get involved, but it will NEVER be enough. The time to mobilize is now. The time to get involved is NOW. Either at the local or state level. Hold a rally, poll your neighborhood. Figure out who the mechanics are, who the welders are. Learn who knows how to plant a field, and what grows in your area. Find your carpenters and your electricians, your painters and your plumbers. Because real soon, and I mean in the next year or two, the SHIT is going to hit the proverbial fan. Knowing who is skilled, and in what trade, may very well save you and your neighborhood from the shitstorm that is coming.

R the interwebs breaking all the people?

Communication. Merriam-Webster defines it thus:

Communication: a process by which information is exchanged between individuals through a common system of symbols, signs, or behavior

Seems pretty straight forward, right? One individual has a thought or an idea he or she wishes to share with another individual. So, we convey these thoughts and ideas using words, pictures, or even body language. We don’t even need to be present for communication to take place. We can use a sign or a symbol to get our message to its intended recipient without even occupying the same time or space they do. The means by which we communicate vary as widely as the what we communicate.

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The Black Glen

Throughout his childhood, he heard all the tales of The Witch of Black Glen. His sisters’ nursemaid, Nell, would tell them horrible stories not fit for grown men’s ears, let alone those of small children. He never believed the stories, of course, they only ever told those tales to children to frighten them into behaving, didn’t they?

“Eat your peas or The Witch will have YOU for dinner!” Nell would hiss at them, fashioning her fingers into fangs and chasing them around the dinner table until they screamed.

“That’s ENOUGH!” their mother would chide her, “You’ll give them nightmares, and everyone knows those are just old wives tales.” Mother would always give Nell a hard, angry glance as she walked the girls away from the table.

The girls would giggle and scream, especially Nan. She wasn’t ever actually frightened, though. Gerty on the other hand, who was only six at the time, would get so scared that sometimes she would cry and turn this awful shade of pale gray. It would take their mother an hour of singing to her in the rocker by the fireplace, for her to finally calm down and drift off to sleep. Neville, however, remained stoic whenever Nell would start her teasing. After all, he was the man of the house and had to act the part.

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My Uber Experience


Services like Uber, Sidecar, and Lyft, have solved a lot of problems for many people. From the person with the medical condition that prevents them from ever being able to get behind the wheel of a car again, to the young high school or college student who isn’t been able to buy their own car, the rideshares are a boon. And, when compared to options like lackluster public transportation systems or price-gouging taxi companies, the services they offer are more convenient and less costly.

For some, ridesharing services are an excellent way to make extra money. Keep in mind that, at the end of the day, they are profit driven corporate machines. And nothing fuels the motor of large businesses more efficiently than the blood, sweat, and tears of hard-working Americans, right?

So begins my saga…

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