Oct 092011
 
Lingering Feelings
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The first thing that comes to mind when talking about feelings is, “bah, humbug!”

It’s not that I consider feelings to be a bad thing. In fact, quite often feelings can be really, really good.

Like on a chilly night… In front of a warm fire… With a hot mama… Now those are some good feelings, but that’s for another post.

No, my “bah humbug” attitude about feelings is not about feelings themselves (after all, having feelings as part of what makes us human), but about the way our over attention to feelings has screwed things up.

Let’s look at a few ways that over attention to feelings has caused problems:

• We pay way too much attention to “Little Johnny’s” feelings when he acts out in school. The teacher can’t snatch him up by the scruff of the neck, give him a good shake, ask him just what the hell he thinks he’s doing, and send him along to the principal’s office, where the board of education will be applied to his ass.

Oh my, no. That might hurt his feelings. That might damage poor little Johnny’s self esteem. We must stroke him, and coddle him, and tell him everything is going to be OK, that it was a misunderstanding, and probably all our fault.

He ought to be told what a little jackass he is, have his butt blistered, and be sent home, where daddy will blister his ass again tonight.

Ooopps… I forgot. Baby Daddy’s probably been gone since the kid was a year old.

• We pay way too much attention to Muslim’s feelings. Do you want to include profiling as part of Airport Security? Oh no, ain’t gonna happen. It might offend all the peace loving Muslims in the world… or at least those going through an airport screening. It doesn’t matter that over 3000 people dead on 9/11 were killed by Muslims, and that hurt this country bad… No, we can’t hurt the feelings of those Muslims. After all, we all know that Islam is a peaceful religion, and that the majority of Muslims are peace loving people who abbhor violence, death, and destruction as much as anybody.

Well, they probably are, and they probably do, but they don’t show it very well. There are a few things they could do that would help convince me though. They can start by condemning the actions of “radical Islamists” in a very public way, rather than keeping their condemnation to themselves. They can also reject organizations like CAIR when they plaster posters all over Islamic communities in the United States, telling residents not to cooperate with the FBI in matters concerning terrorism. If the Council on American Islamic relations is little more than an apologists group for radical Islam, and if American Muslims made it clear that they were aware of that, and rejected the organization, I would have a lot more empathy for their complaints that they are being discriminated against. I wouldn’t agree, but I would have more empathy.

After all, on 9/11 19 people hijacked four airplanes and killed over 3000 people. 19 Muslims. ‘Nuff said. Start the profiling.


• We pay what way too much attention to the feelings of fat people… And short people… And poor people… And, well, you get the idea.

I’m sorry, but if you are fat then that is what you are… Plain… Damn… Fat. You are not overweight, chubby, extra large, or (so we don’t leave out the women) a BBW (Big Beautiful Woman).

You are fat.

We pay way too much attention to the feelings of short people. If you aren’t as tall as the average person, then guess what? You are short. You are not vertically challenged, you are just plain ol’ short. Get over it.

One of my favorite songs is “Short People” by randy Newman, so there… PFFTTTH!

Note to midgets and dwarfs: you are beyond short, and cannot claim the “short people” or “little people”moniker. You are midgets and dwarfs, period.

As for poor people’s feelings, society coddles them way too much as well. If you’re poor, your poor, not socio – economically disadvantaged, not disenfranchised, and not less fortunate. You are poor…and except for in rare instances, it is by your own doing.

I once heard someone say, “rich people are rich because they do what rich people do, and poorpeople are poor because they do what poor people do”. If you are poor and think you are stuck there, that it’s the hand life dealt you and there is nothing you can do about it… bullshit. Go read the story of Colonel Harland Sanders and Kentucky Fried Chicken, then come back and tell me there’s nothing you can do about your situation.

• We pay way too much attention to our own feelings. We let everything in our past affect our future. How many times do we hear, “I would be so and so, if only so and so hadn’t happened.” Will guess what? It’s not the incident itself that holds you back, it’s your feelings about it. You get angry because you lost your job, or sad because you’re divorced, or in a funk because it’s winter and you live way too far north, or your melancholy because your lover decided your stomach was too big, your ass was too skinny, and your hair was too thin, so they found somebody else. Get over it.

The other way feelings let us screw ourselves up is when they make us act a certain way around other folks because we’re concerned about how they will think of us. That’s stinkin’ thinkin’, and and because of it we never act like ourselves, we just act like we think others want us to.

You can do that if you want, but I think I’ll follow an old AA adage:

“It’s none of my business what you think of me.”

Or, put in a slightly more abrasive (or cantankerous) manner:

“I can count on one hand the number of people in this world who I give a rats ass what they think of me. Your name is not on any of my fingers. It’s not on my thumb either.”

So there you have it… Bob’s feelings on feelings. What do y’all think about feelings (or about my opinions)? Leave a comment below…express your feelings on feelings. It would be in your best interest for two reasons:

• Having a chance to express your feelings in an open forum like this, without having to hold back out of fear of offending someone, would be a cathartic moment, and good for you.

• Comments are how you pay Justin, Ralph, and me. This blogging thing doesn’t pay very well, and our “pay ” is the enjoyment and entertainment we get from maintaining the blog, and mostly from reading your comments. No comments equals no pay…and that would be a bad, bad thing.

When thinking about whether you should comment or not, consider that we know who you are. You would not believe what we know about you. Just logging on to Cantankerous Old Coots, without leaving your name, e-mail, or URL when you comment, you have given us your IP address, and that opens a multitude of options for dealing with non-commenters.

Your IP address give us your location as well as any GPS System ever could. Not only do we know where you are, we know what color your house is, how many bedroom you have, and whether your yard needs cutting.

Hell, we even know what color underwear you’re wearing while you are reading this post.

So comment.

Otherwise, Justin, Ralph, and I might have to pay you a visit and use a little coercion intimidation convincing on you to get you to comment next time.

What does our convincing look like? Well, let me just say I live in southern Appalachia, home to hillbillies, rednecks, and moonshine stills. When the revenuers come through blowin’ up stills, they leave a lot of dynamite layin’ around in the woods…jes’ sayin’…

Bob@HayleStorm Interactive

Bob comes to us with a skeptical attitude and a full cup of Cantankerousness. He also writes about homesteading and yurts over at JuicyMaters.com and rants about politics at Common-Sense-Conversation.com Most of the time, though, you'll find him at HayleStorm.net, cranking out great websites for clients OR writing tutorials teaching them to build their own sites.

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Down with Labor Day

 Posted by at 08:41  Down with
Sep 282011
 

Labor Day is a symbol of the great cancer of America today – Unions.

Coots like a three day weekend as well as anyone even though retired coots have three day weekends anytime they like even in the middle of the week. Labor Day used to be a nice transition between summer vacation and back to work and school in the fall. These days it is just a burp in the organized chaos that is 21st century America.

As a kid, it never had significance to me. My father explained that it was a holiday to celebrate workers. It made sense to me. Everybody I knew was a worker. It seemed like the American thing to do – honor everybody. I don’t remember ever doing anything other than a family get-together. Never attended a Labor Day Parade – or thought about anything deep regarding Labor Day– until this year while pondering the breakdown of the American economy.

But what does Labor Day really mean?

I started thinking about the name – Labor Day and I Googled it which led to the Wikipedia entry with these surprising facts. Grover Cleveland originated the holiday in capitulation to the labor unions back in the 1890’s. It was no different from the May Day celebrations of the communists – it just happened in September leaving most Americans totally ignorant about its sinister and un-American origin.

The Rape and Pillage of America

Over my lifetime, I have seen labor unions destroy American industry beginning with steel and culminating with the death gasp of the American automobile manufacturers this year with the union buyout of GM and Chrysler. What seemed in the 50’s to be a benign counter-balance to corporations has metastasized into a ravenous cancer whose only interest is member benefits. The death of American industry forced unions to move their focus into the next growth industry – government. As a government employee for over 30 years, I witnessed the forced unionization of all government workers in California. Because when the government is unionized, the fox indeed watches the hen house, union supported political hack elected officials have drained away the lifeblood of legitimate services to support unsustainable employee benefits leaving us with well-paid employees that produce nothing of value – witness our schools.

Unions never get enough – they even suck the corpses they killed.

The fiscal ruin of California is a good example of the great cost from unrestrained unions with unlimited ability to buy politicians and no accountability to their members about how they spend their booty. And it is no mystery that the unions have bought candidates for all elected posts to make sure they keep control of the corpse.

Join the Coot Freedom from Labor Day Movement!

This Coot will be celebrating Labor Day by cooking some tasty Missouri Style spare ribs with my family and anticipating some good Football games and crisp weather. Along with all the fun and frivolity, however, I am going to be celebrating my personal Freedom From Labor Day and starting a campaign to defeat every political hack that takes any union money this November. This Coot will be focused over the next two months in doing my part to take away the cancer of union control of our government, If you want to join the Coot movement to take back our country from union control, leave a comment and sign up for our mailing list. Down with Labor Day. Up with Freedom From Labor Day!

Oh, if you still like unions, let me know why?

Ralph

Ralph is the inspiration for Cantankerous Old Coots and is our Grand Duke of Cantankerousness

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Down with ……

 Posted by at 04:52  Down with
Sep 112011
 

Lingua Franca for COC will be standard English.

Dudes!

Lately American English has become infected with what I call surfer talk. Everybody is a dude. Everything is cool. Suddenly we are all the Big Lebowski. One of the prime examples of this is saying down with to indicate qualified approval. Like you might say “I’m down with creme Brulee.” to mean that you like it, or at least it is tolerable. Well, I’m here to tell you that I’m a cantankerous old coot and I’m NOT down with that.

God is not a surfer

I remember the old days when everybody spoke English like God intended instead of a mumbling imitation of a pot-addled loser. In those days we said “Down with..” when we meant not to bother us with any more of that foolishness- in other words, strong disapproval. For example, “Down with Stalin,” or “Down with women’s suffrage,” things like that.

Rants are spontaneous!

So, here at Cantankerous Old Coots, we promise from time to time focus on things we really don’t like and would like to see banished from civilized society. Down with —. Don’t expect a regular schedule. You have to understand that Cantankerous Old Coots do not spout off on a regular schedule like Old Faithful. Rants are spontaneous and real, You are not going to see a predictable Tuesday morning vent. You will just have to check back in eager anticipation or if you are anal, subscribe to the feed, that is if we get around to setting up the feed. We do have a life you know.

Never fear bland

You will never find Lebowski, Harry ,Lloyd or even crème brulee here at COC but if you are interested in what in modern society drives the coots crazy, it will be here and we will be down with that.

Ralph

Ralph is the inspiration for Cantankerous Old Coots and is our Grand Duke of Cantankerousness

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Down with Stupidity

 Posted by at 05:02  Down with
Sep 072011
 

“Some scientists claim that hydrogen, because it is so plentiful, is the basic building block of the universe. I dispute this. I say that there is more stupidity than hydrogen and that is the basic building block of the universe.” Frank Zappa

I intended to write another Coot’s lesson today but my muse remained obstinately silent. The thoughts were there in the appropriate order but stuggle as I might, the outline refused to metamorphose into brilliant prose- or even pedestrian prose – so , good blogger that I am I have a workaround for a lazy muse day- my book of cantankerous quotations, always good for breaking a mental block.

Todays quotation is from Frank Zappa – self proclaimed musical genius from the 70’s. I claim no understanding of Frank Zappa or his music even though he and I are roughly contemporaries but I like the quotation. Keep it in mind the next time you listen to a politician. If you never heard of Frank Zappa before then by all means open the video below. It won’t answer any questions but when you are done, you will know about Frank Zappa’s music – at least a little. For me, the most significant thing you need to know about Frank is that he named his four kids Moon Unit, Dweezil, Ahmet Emuukha Rodan and Diva Thin Muffin Pigeen and apparently they love him anyway.

If Frank were alive today he would surely be far beyond Cantankerous.

Ralph

Ralph is the inspiration for Cantankerous Old Coots and is our Grand Duke of Cantankerousness

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Dec 222010
 
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Have you heard this one?  Wait, here is a disclaimer before I even start.  If you want to keep up some delusion of the greatness of the country and faith in humanity at Christmas time, don’t read further.  This story makes me cringe.

Let’s start at the beginning.  It was a lovely morning in Prince William County, Virginia near Christmas.  At one public high school a group of 10 boys gets together wearing hideous Christmas sweaters and singing carols to their fellow students.  They call themselves the Christmas Sweater Club and I think it sounds like a very nice thing to do.

If that is not enough Christmas Cheer, the boys began to hand out those small candy canes wrapped in plastic.  This is where it goes downhill on a greased rocket sled.  The boys get detention and disciplinary action for their kind and fun loving actions.

They were accused of trying to maim and injure fellow students, with the mini candy canes!  I was unaware of the lethality of the Candy Cane besides getting it stuck in your throat.  Apparently, you can sharpen the candy cane with your mouth and use it to inflict harm.  I was not aware of this but there it is.  Don’t stare too closely at the picture over there, you could poke your eye out.

These kids are also getting nailed for littering and creating a disturbance.  It seems the principal had told them that not everyone wants Christmas cheer and they should keep it to themselves.  What a crock of reindeer poop.  I know of one principal that should be on Santa’s Naughty list and probably deserves a swift kick in the pants from the rest of the country.

I hope that this doesn’t discourage these fine young men from continuing to spread the Christmas cheer to their fellow man.  We need Christmas and things to belive in without so much hate as this principal seems to have.  Screw her, good luck to these kids.

Here is a link to the video of the story from the local news.  Watch it and try not to be outraged, then tell me what you are thinking in the comments below.  Especially you, sitting there reading this who hasn’t commented before.  Yes you in the blue shirt.  Please comment already!

Also, share on the social networks if you would be so kind…Thank you and Merry Christmas.  If you don’t celebrate Christmas, Happy Holidays.  If you don’t celebrate holidays, we could probably use a guest post because you are more cantankerous than I am.

-Justin

  • Don’t Throw Canes & Don’t Sing Christmas Songs (gadabout-blogalot.com)

Justin

Justin is the young Coot with a Cantankerous Soul who continues to be educated by older, more cootish Ralph and Bob. His Cantankerosity is his own.

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