Over est

Things are bad now, no doubt. But I think people overestimate just how bad. Part of it is that many journalists are young, have read little history and are paid to distort problems into disasters.

I’m just old enough to remember the early and mid-1980s. The AIDS epidemic was raging. The Cold War was looking like it might get very hot indeed and nearly everyone was fairly sure they’d perish in nuclear fire. The crack epidemic and violence were ramping up and many downtowns and inner cities were essentially no-go zones. Terrorism and hijackings were common. “Faggot” and “queer” and “tranny” and other slurs could be heard — often — on mainstream TV shows and in daily life. Yes, even in the North and other “enlightened” places.

We romanticize the past, but the past wasn’t all that great in a lot of cases. The 1980s were better in some ways and worse in others.

At least we didn’t really know about climate change then. That’s the real and true disaster that’s actually being under-reported and about the only issue medium- and long-term that really matters.

Escape

When you do this to someone’s finger, particularly if they are sitting down, they will tend to throw their head back — especially if they have no fighting training.

This is the perfect time to land an elbow or a fist to the throat. Then you can escape. They won’t be going anywhere for a while.

Bottoms Up

As one does, I was reading parts of the Federalist Papers today. I wasn’t reading them all. Again. Did that when I was 11.

Anyway, this line made me laugh:

“Impressions of this kind will naturally indicate the policy of fostering divisions among us, and of depriving us, as far as possible, of an ACTIVE COMMERCE in our own bottoms.”

No, it’s not discussing selling anyone’s ass — it’s talking about maritime commerce. BUT IT DOESN’T SOUND THAT WAY.

That’s No. 11 by the way, by Alexander Hamilton.

96

Sometimes, I still think about the piece of spam I got many years ago where a “woman” was entreating me to fuck all her 96 holes.

I’ve never seen any woman like that. I have no idea what sort of enticement that was supposed to be but I thought it was a bit too Lovecraftian for my tastes.

Ork

I’d forgotten that working out hard means you’re sore nearly all the time. I don’t mind and I’m not complaining, but I do spend 80% of the time walking around feeling like I was recently hit by a bus.

Not pain; pain means you are doing something wrong. It’s just soreness. And I do work out hard. Otherwise, what’s the point? I knew it’d happen but had forgotten the experience.