There is no privacy, so secrecy, no place to hide. Big Brother is real. Big Brother is us. We’ve given away our privacy to every app we install on our phones, every website we subscribe to online, every company we purchase from, every content provider we meet. If we don’t give it away, our friends do it for us every day by inviting us to play online games, including us in their selfies, and congratulating us publicly for every milestone. The footprints of everyone’s life journey are all over the internet.
William Shakespeare could have written “As You Like It” today, and the words would still ring true. “All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts…“. We truly are all actors on a public stage; we’re also watchers, reporters, and critics.
Jul 29, 2015
Savannah Morning News
Jul 31, 2015
The Buffalo News
Aug 1, 2015
Walter Palmer, a dentist from Bloomington, MN, found out just how public his life is when he became the latest recipient of the digital equivalent of a public lynching. You know the story. He is a world champion animal killer who paid an enormous amount of money for the privilege of killing an endangered animal, Cecil the Lion, just because “killing is fun!” and stuff.
It’s not just the editorial cartoons, passionate reports of this story by celebrities, and (improbable) extradition to Zimbabwe to stand trial for this illegal hunt that troubles Mr. Palmer. The court of public opinion has judged, found him guilty, and has reacted with reviews on his Yelp and Google listings, demonstrations outside his clinic, and a long list of fake and retaliatory social media profiles created solely to punish this man for his crime. As a result, Palmer has gone underground to hide; a privilege reserved for rich hunters, and not for the innocent creatures they kill.
The Examiner- Gatehouse News …
Jul 31, 2015
Horrible as this shooting was, and regardless of what we think of Palmer, this is merely a distraction from a much worse crime: Planned Parenthood’s harvesting organs of intact (born alive) babies before killing them. (Warning: some of those links contain disturbing content).
The issue that is always hotly debated is whether abortion is murder. No one can tell precisely when life starts. Can a 20 week fetus survive? A 21 week fetus/baby was delivered and lived. Can a 20-week fetus feel pain? This report says they do. In an age when extremely premature babies live and thrive, when do we stop calling them a fetus (and therefore, just a lump of cells) and a baby – a viable human being? Since it’s not always easy to pinpoint the moment of conception, or actual fetal development, how do we differentiate between the two?
I’ve always lived by the motto, “to each her own” when it comes to abortion. Now, I wonder whether by doing so, I’m enabling women to kill a child that could be loved and raised by a family who desperately needs one. Am I supporting Planned Parenthood’s black market harvesting/killing/profiteering by saying nothing? If it is murder, when is murder okay, and when is it not? If we can kill an “inconvenient” 5 month old child just because it hasn’t taken its first breath, can we kill an elderly person before they are ready to breathe their last, for the same reason?
Yes, the killing of large game, just because one has a lot of money and has become proficient with a bow and arrow is unacceptable. But let’s not forget there are bigger issues that need attention. If Planned Parenthood loses the spotlight, we miss an opportunity to stop the death of a future generation, just because there is a lot of money to be made.
The shootings early this morning at the Aurora theater remind me of how fragile life can be. It can be gone in a split second, when you least expect it. All of the people in that theater had anticipated a great time, and were enjoying themselves tremendously, until something happened to change their lives forever.
We lived within 10 minutes of Columbine when those shootings happened, and it shook me to my core. The fact that the Century 16 is a half-hour’s drive doesn’t make it feel any less close to home.
It’s all so very tragic and sad. And I can’t stop watching the videos, listening to the interviews, and grieving for those involved. Their lives, and the lives of their families and friends, will never be the same.
I called my daughter as soon as I heard. Even though I logically knew she was nowhere near the scene, I had to hear her voice and make sure she was okay. Fortunately, none of her friends were there either. So many mothers are in pain right now, and having nearly lost my own child, I can empathize. I know there is nothing that can ease the agony of a dead child. The pain stays with you forever.
And then I think of the mother of the shooter. To know that someone she carried inside her, that she nurtured for many years, and of whom she was most likely very proud, could do such a thing would have to have torn her world apart. Reports that state that she knew they had the right person makes me wonder what she knew. Could she have done something to prevent this? Had she tried to get him some help? She’s probably asking herself these same questions. She’s probably blaming herself for not trying hard enough; for not pushing him to get help when she knew he needed it.
I don’t blame her. Any loving mother would encourage a troubled child to seek counseling. She’d try hard, and repeatedly. Unfortunately, the stigma given to mental illness often stops people from reaching out. My heard aches for her, as well.
I have no inside information about what was going on in his head. However, if he dropped out of school, something was wrong. He was on the path to a rewarding career, and then stepped off. It’s hard to believe that anyone in their “right mind” would do something so horrific. He might have been extremely depressed, to the point where he was completely out of touch with reality.
What’s the answer? It’s not gun control. Nor is it to issue weapons to everyone and reliving the Wild West. It’s absolutelyNot putting metal detectors in movie theaters. They don’t make us any more safe. They just remind us to be afraid. Afraid in the same way as the TSA screenings, which have never resulting in the capture of a single terrorist, but have completely disrupted the lives of travelers, reminding of that evil is all around us, all under the illusion of “safety.”
One answer is to de-stigmatize mental health issues. If more troubled individuals could seek professional help without the possibility of public ridicule, and the risk of losing jobs, standing in the community, or whatever they fee is at risk when they admit they need help, more of these troubled individuals would be taken care of, without injury to anyone else.
This may not be the only answer, but it’s a start.
I’ve long said that I don’t worry about energy conservation because there is an abundant amount of low cost energy, I believe in evolution, so we may be creating new resources for future generations with all the things we throw away, and if the earth does run out of resources, I’ll be long dead by then.
Actually, none of those reasons are a joke. Environmental extremism is out of control, and is killing our country.
Al Gore is wrong, and probably the biggest hypocrite of the entire environmental movement.
This powerful video exemplifies all the things wrong with the environmental movement, and how it’s brainwashing our citizens, and worse yet, educating our children in a lie. It is killing our economy, closing down businesses, and eliminating jobs. People are losing their homes and their livelihood because of the lies that are being spread. If this continues, our children, and their children, have no future. It must stop.
If I wanted America to fail, I wouldn’t change a thing.
As stated on their page: “The environmental agenda has been infected by extremism—it’s become an economic suicide pact. And we’re here to challenge it. On Earth Day, visit http://freemarketamerica.org/“
The people in the entertainment industry want Congress to pass a bill to censor the internet. It’s called “Protect IP” and the “Internet Blacklist” and it will kill all social sharing sites, just for starters. Yes, here in the land of the free, where freedom of speech is our first Amendment, people with way too much money want to make sure no one gets in the way of them making even more that they can waste on frivolous stuff while pretending to care about the rest of us.
Contact your Congressional Representative now, and tell them to vote against this special interest bill, or you could become a felon, just for recording yourself singing along to the radio, or doing any of the other silly things we do online that entertain us for free on a daily basis.
Don’t let Hollywood and Congress kill the internet!
This post has nothing to do with Charlie Sheen.
I love winning. Winning is awesome. Especially in a “I fought the law and I won” kind of way.
We (by which I mean “husband”) got a speeding ticket January 26 in the “speed traps are an excellent revenue stream” town of Sheridan. Read my initial rant.
Not one to sit back and take the abuse, husband did some research. He’s awesome at research. Turns out, state regulations require all speed limit signs to be posted a minimum of 7 feet from the ground to the bottom of the sign. So, the sign, which didn’t meet regulations, could not be enforced. Win.
Furthermore, since cars were parked all along that side of the street, the “School Zone” sign wasn’t visible, and could not be enforced. Win.
Since there was no other speed limit sign on the street, the 30 mph speed limit for residential areas was the only one they could enforce. We were traveling at 31 mph, which could be explained away by possible deviations in equipment calibration. Win.
We took photos and video to prove our case, and gave them to our fabulous attorney, Geoffrey Pearson. He spoke to the DA, who refused to dismiss the case, and gave us a plea bargain of a one-point violation of a defective headlamp. Thinking that was probably our best bet, we accepted and went into court.
The traffic court judge took the plea, and ordered husband to pay $200 in fines, plus $50 in court costs. And then, totally unexpected, he said there was still an issue of a defective sign, and said if we provided proof within 120 days, he’d drop the points. When good old Geoffrey showed him the evidence husband had gathered, the judge reduced the points to ZERO. Big win.
Geoffrey said this never happens. The judge never overrules a plea bargain. After our case was over, the judge took husband’s evidence, called the bailiff (a cop) up to the bench to talk to him about the sign. I hope this means the sign gets raised, and other law-abiding people aren’t victimized by this speed trap.
The moral of the story: A little bit of research can save you a few bucks. Better in your pocket than the court’s.
When we went out to run errands on Sunday, the City of Sheridan tried (unsuccessfully) to get into our pockets one more time. They had their photo-radar van parked on a street with road construction (and no workers, because it was SUNDAY). Because they’re all about public safety. And because road construction areas are double the fine of any other street.
We’re wise to your games, Sheridan. We got you this time. You won’t get us again. Because we play to win.