It’s official: Bacon has left the building! As we spent the final days in the 2nd Story Basement to move into the 3rd Story Sky Dungeon, we go over some choice memories and some benefits the new spot has. Care to join us for the end? Get the remaining booze on hand and tune in, down below!
This is it: the final show at the local park. Schulaner and even Splinter in Baldimore join complete with Jameson in tow. Is it totally necessary to have a razor edge on your everyday blades, and are the women I’ve dated in real life knock outs or merely passable? Make sure your flask and cigar are ready, and tune in down below!
Apparently, Nick and I went on probably until the fucking Sun came up, and I drunkenly and relentlessly raked him over the coals as far as Hot Russian Ex goes! Holy shit should you make sure you’re stocked up on all kinds of booze for this!
Ah yes, you know who and what I’m talking about. You’re doing whatever it is you’re doing: perhaps for your employment, or other things as a hobby or an outlet of your imagination. Maybe you’re outlining how to get da gurlz, or various combat tactics hand to hand ranged or otherwise. Could even be a pic of a cute woman that actually made herself presentable that you’d like to share with your group so they don’t have to look at what the vast majority of “women” look like today. Now you may ask yourself: just who would have something negative to say about a picture of a cute if not damn right hot girl too look at, something even most women appreciate?
These come in many flavours, but as I’ve been mulling over this topic, they seem to me to come in 3 main categories. We’ll sort those out a bit later, but the overarching question is this: what’s their motivation? Well first off the bat is that whatever they’re criticising is something that goes at least slightly against whatever they believe in. Let’s say, perhaps, you run a website or a blog or a live show/podcast. And it’s content is possibly not all sparkles and puppies and rainbows and is in fact not exactly something made to please the average denizen of planet earth. Well said average denizen will either find interest in the content and/or be offended by it: you have to have some sort of interest if you’re going to take offence after all, because why give the time if it doesn’t catch your eye in the first place. The second of course is that they’re criticising from a place they perceive to be “safe”, most notably if not exclusively these days on the internet. Back to the example of the blog or podcast: if someone is critical of your work, are they saying it in person after consuming it? Chances are they’re not. And this ties in with the third thing that allows them to do so: data subscription aside, it’s free. Aside from time which very few truly appreciate the value of, it costs nothing to criticise. Again just to pull a wild example out of my ass here, someone has something to say on, for example, twitter about a post someone made on their site: how much do you wanna bet if every click of the enter button in the comments section cost them at least what they pay for a latte at Starbucks? My guess is at best it’d be limited to just once a day, probably using the free WiFi at an actual Starbucks.
“Pictured: a threat before it blocked me.”
This isn’t to say that every criticism or critique is completely negative and comes from people that inherently dislike your content. Case in point: Aaron Clarey. Aside from being one of the reasons I got into the whole blog/podcast/livestream thing (so I may just know something about the above examples!), he’s given me quite a bit of feedback on things I’ve done to the site and on the show, often fairly harshly. Not that it’s a bad thing, as for one I earned it and second that’s how actual guys tend to operate with other guys they care about. But where is he coming from in terms of being able to levy any kind of critique? Oh nothing, just a guy that’s written several books, has a blog spanning almost 2 decades at CaptainCapitalism.blogspot.com, and runs an online consulting agency called AssholeConsulting.com. Let’s just say he knows his stuff about broadcasting on the internet. Along the same lines is a guy in Fort Collins known as The Great One, whose has gone as far as taking a look at how my website was built and has gifen me pointers on how to transfer it to a more not SJWey platform. He also happens to have had an online presence for nearly 20 years at CynLibSoc.com, and like Cappy has a canon of work stating the obvious (SEE WHAT I DID THERE!?). There have been others that have had actual constructive criticism of what I do with varying degrees of knowledge and experience in the field, but suffice it to say these two knuckleheads know what the fuck they’re talking about, the most personal sign being I listen to their content on a regular basis, so if they have a grievance or other things to say about my work, banter about how I do things the way I do them for a reason, I shut the fuck up and listen.
But people like Cappy and The Great One are a rather noticeable exception to the amount of feedback I get in regard to not only the site, but a lot of the things I do, which leads me to the first type of critic: the Adversary. This requires it’s own post, but in a nutshell they’re the type of person that finds a way to oppose whatever you’re passionate about or working towards. This may sound like a bad thing, and depending on whose acting as your adversary it may well be. But more often than not they’re offering you the type of resistance training you need to keep in shape let alone grow and get better at whatever it is you’re doing. In my case the person is Liberal Alpaca Wrangler, who reada/listens to some of the stuff I produce and almost always has some sort of critical feedback to it no matter the topic. It should be noted that she’s also a lady in her 50’s native to Cascadia, the conclusions of which I’ll leave you to come to. But all shots fired aside, she’s on my side when it comes down to it, and whether she’s aware of it or not has been the inspiration to more than a few articles and shows I’ve done here at the very least. And personally, our friendship aside, I think it’s important to find someone like that who at best has feedback you never considered or saw coming, and at worst instinctively breaks out the ad hominems to whatever the subject is. There are quite a few examples to this as you can imagine, the one coming to mind is my background and experience as a pick up artist getting da gurlz. Yes, I know that title is in the mud these days, as all titles made to classify groups of people tend to go to, hence why I only claim the ones I personally earned. But study and practise it I did, to pretty decent success I might add, only some of which I’ve aired here and other places. According to her at one point however, only “stupid” girls would fall for some of the things I said I’ve done and recommended. Now I don’t know what her dating experience with women is like and I’m not really here to guess. But as I said to her: she would have to explain how both of the longest term relationships I’ve been in, and a fair amount of others come to think of it, we’re with some of the smartest women I’ve ever known. Hot Russian Ex being the biggest example: came here from across the planet with a few hundred bucks, broken english and sparse clothing, and now works for herself in the field she’s wanted to work in for longer than I’ve known her; she even has a degree that on paper outclasses mine, for what that’s worth. Bowl Of Chaos is the other more recent one: whatever the hell she was up to did she fucking put her money where her teeny tiny mouth was. Case in point: fitness and nutrition, which she was figuring out when I met her. Now I’ve claimed the title of #worldsgreatestnutritionist for myself, and one I think I can say I’ve earned. But she taught me some things even I didn’t know about. And in both of their cases, blisteringly fast thinkers on their feet, and pretty good debaters on top of it: there was more than a few times I got caught off guard on something we’d end up arguing about. Call me crazy, but I don’t think this exactly qualifies as shopping for dates at the back of the short bus.
“Anyone that can strike up a conversation with this guy ain’t exactly hammering a square peg into a round hole.”
Which brings me to the second class of critic: the Authority. This particular flavour of critic comes from a supposed superior knowledge or experience compared to yours, more often than not unstated if not unfounded. Now if you’ve followed my work, you may have noticed I often have a picture of an easier on the eyes than the average woman somewhere mixed in to whatever I’m posting about, particularly on instagram. Now most people that check out my works more or less appreciate the inclusion of female beauty, French Fries picking on me for posting the more scantily clad ones nonwithstanding. But this particular breed of critic has had something to say about them as well. Case in point: Carl Hopf, aka the Official Hot Chick Critic of thegoddamnbacon.com. Not so much lately as he’s been absent from most the online stuff as of late, but he’ll invariably throw his thumbs up or down into the comments section, often with specifics mixed in regarding said chick. One thing I ended up finding of note is that he has a tendency to not like the ones I find that are more of the africanised persuasion, which I’ve found quite interesting, but he makes his preferences well known.
Another guy critical of not just the average model I put up but even some of the women I’ve dated, surprisingly enough, is none other than Schulaner himself, whose bright enough to actually figure out who they were (with a bit of help from me of course). Now I’ve had my fair share of criticism of partners I’ve had in the past, most notably the aforementioned Hot Russian Ex and Bowl Of Chaos. Most recently from the next door neighbour who obviously would know what they look like, and as an aside from French Fries who early on said the women I end up sleeping with wouldn’t look like the women I was posting pictures of. She was rather quickly silenced after I sent her a pic I had of Hot Russian Ex from way back when we were dating in LA that she took and sent to me; it’s still somewhere in my ancient desktop. But Nick of all people has been rather critical of just about every woman, semen infused by yours truly or otherwise; about the best reaction I’ve seen from him in regards to female attractiveness is “…Eh….” I even remember a Clarey Show a while back where Riley Reid was brought up and Cappy was asked to rate on a scale of 1-10, of which I think his answer was simply “would bang”, and using a quick and dirty grading with my own objective measurement for the female body I came out with a 7.5-10 before the tattoos, maybe even a 7 on a bad day. Nick’s response: “Just what women are you seeing on the average day of you think Riley Reid is hot?” Again, I’m not saying Riley Reid is a smoke show, see my ranking above. But she ain’t quite ugly either, especially given she is or was at the time the #1 pornstar on Pornhub, not that I would know anything about that. It should be noted that Nick just graduated into drinking age recently, and while he’s attending WSU and lives in a college town, he grew up in the South King/Pierce County, which isn’t exactly a place with the hottest women in the local population. Now perhaps Spokane or Pullman is an untapped mecca of female beauty I haven’t heard of and that’s where he’s getting his comparisons from. But I for one would fucking love to see what kind of notch record this guy’s racked up in maybe a 6 year dating career that gives him the experience and seasoning to rank Riley Reid as outright ugly and my selection of women an “… Eh….” at best, which even the most critical of other women don’t do who aren’t even in the market for dating women, let alone Carl or anyone else for that matter. Call me crazy, but if you’re gonna be critical of anyone’s dating or eye candy selection with any kind of seriousness, you might wanna have a decent selection and past of your own to back you up.
“Pictured: a representative of the hottest Indian on the local reservation, aka “… Eh…. ”
Which brings me to the third and most toxic by a long shot: the Antagonist. Often acting in groups, their goals have nothing to do with any kind of improvement on your part and everything to do with tearing you down. Usually it starts with one subject matter, but usually devolves into pretty much anything they can get their hands on. Recently after making my stance known in regard to the marches here, several twitter accounts including a local rock band took to calling and accusing me of all kind of things they could think of: mall ninja, stupid, noodle limbed, not black, virtue signalling, virgin incel, you name it. Now clearly if you’ve seen pictures of me let alone me in person, you’ll know that’s nowhere near close to the case, to speak nothing of the nearly 2 decades of combat training and experience I’ve gone through. So where are these Accusations coming from, especially given a lot of them have nothing to do with me possibly tearing through a mob of marching soy boys bare handed? As per usual with most trolling and name calling, Vox Day called it: Rule 3. Social Justice Warriors always Project. Whatever they accuse you of is that they themselves are guilty of. The guy that says you have skinny arms when you clearly don’t? See if they have any pics of their own, let alone are able of lifting even close to what you’re able to. They think you have no combat experience? How many active duty tours or release of liability waivers have signed up for in their lives? They placed bets on whether you’ve seen a pair of boobs in real life? Care to guess if they’ll pony that up if you provide proof? Hell, you may be reading this and have some criticisms about how it was written: aside from the fact that you’re basically admitting you don’t have a counter argument to the actual content, just where’s your canon of work that shows you know how something should be written, or that can be judged compared to this apparently long winded ramblings to myself? Everyone’s a critic, until it costs them.
“Yeah, already gave myself a tour, fuck you very much.”
Which brings me to solutions. The first part is of course to identify what kind of critic you’re dealing with, because they all call for a different response. In the Adversary’s case, most options are on the table, as whether they realise it or not, they’re purpose is target practise and stress tests for your own philosophy and worldviews; better for your friends to point out and exploit any holes in your strategies than your actual enemies on the battlefield. So in the case of an actual debate, either you can have the intellectual debates with them just to make sure your arguments can hold their own, or you can practise the Combat Martial Arguments tactics I wrote about a while back to deal with some of the other types of mental combatants without wasting too much of your time in the process. (https://thegoddamnbacon.com/combat-martial-arguments-the-reality-of-dealing-with-nitpickers). As far as the Authority goes alongside the other two, they tend to go after your accomplishments and other similar targets of value, such as women you date and physical abilities. The answer is right there in the name: question their authority. They think what you bring into bed ain’t all that hot? Just who are they shacked up with, and what’s their past notches looking like on a 1-10 scale? They say you have skinny noodly appendages? Where’s their body pics showing off their glorious physiques? As stated earlier: they think they’re qualified to question how you write or do your show? It takes more than being a consumer to qualify you to criticise that which you’re cumsuming’ come back with some of your production, and then we’ll talk.
Finally, the Antagonist, which is really a nicer way to say Troll. You can try to have the intellectual debate with them: chances are they won’t even be entertained while they call you names and accuse you of whatever they’re guilty of. You can put up your qualifications and evidence proving them wrong: they’ll get ignored and the above will still apply. In other words, it’s not worth going on the defensive with these kinds of mortals, because their only purpose is destruction. In the most recent cases if not almost all of them, if I didn’t know what to look for to tell if there’s human sentience on the other side of their avatars, I’d swear they were the retard side of cleverbot; these pathetic excuses of human existence are so far removed from reality, so invested in their particular flavor of Retardism and clown world, that they won’t comprehend any form of real world experience or arguments or evidence that goes against any of their perceptions. So why bother? Unless you’re the type of personality I am that likes to poke the murder hornet nest to watch them react for your own entertainment and that of others that follow you, are they even worth your time? Do they deserve any of your attention let alone any retribution of your doing? The reality is that, given how far removed they are from it, is that nature will eventually punish them far better, harder and more thoroughly than you could ever dream of doing, so you don’t need to lift a finger; just watch the show if you can. If you feel the need to even entertain them, some of the above tactics apply: make them prove they are worthy of your time. Whatever they criticise, make them prove they’re qualified to be taken seriously. They think they’re bad ass and can take you on? Make them sign a death waiver first. They want you to make an actual argument that would take up a significant amount of time they’ll likely ignore anyway? Charge them for said time (in my case: PayPal.me/PayBacon or Venmo @bacon-maldito). In other words, bring reality back to the realm of language, and almost invariably they fold or disappear. For me, the sound of crickets chirping is one of the most satisfying and relaxing sounds to sip some 1792 bourbon and smoke an Alec Bradley White Gold to. What’s yours?
“Preferably before a lady like this comes over to take a lap nap.”
Well christ, yet another wild week up here in Murder Hornet Central, both good, bad ugly and hilarious! Dare I even attempt to figure out what the hell this show is about? Nope! Crack open a bad idea aka FOUR Loko seltzer and find out for yourself, down below!
On this particularly nice night out for fireworks and riots in the streets, NickSchulaner.com and I sit down on one of if not the last shows done at the park armed with jalapeño pineapple infused Jack Daniels and a cigar and figure out just what the hell today’s national holiday is all about. Just how out of hand did things go? Tune in down below to find out!
As you may know, I’ve gotten back on twitter for the second time, where you can find me @baconcomments. And I’ve said it before: your social media is what you make it out to be. Hell, some of the accounts there are just random shit postings, so you can literally just have your feed be shit posts and jokes if you so choose. So for those of you that are complaining about twitter or other social medias, I invite you to ask yourself: who did you choose to follow that is making you so stressed to the point you want to throw out not just the bath water but the entire tub itself? Better yet: why do you let what other people say bother you so much? As I’ve said before, people can say whatever they want: how what is said affects you and others is on you and them, not the person saying it. Meaning if you’re upset that someone said, for example, something that goes against your political ideology, why are you letting that upset you so much? Whatever issues in reality needing to be dealt with nonwithstanding, your emotions are your problem, not anyone elses. Going back to getting on twitter again, let’s just say it’s made waiting around at vendors or for orders to come in a hell of a lot more fun: it’s almost as if the entire format was made for my style of drive by commenting. And I’m still learning about how different things work compared to instagram. I don’t check too often, but based on the analytics, hashtags don’t appear to work quite as well as they do on twitter.
“Pictured: a lot more engagement.”
Which brings me to last night. What happened last night? Quite a few things, and again if you follow me on twitter @baconcomments you already know. First thing was that, during one of my runs I ran into yet another street clogging protest at a major intersection, with guys telling people driving to wherever they’re going to turn around. Instinctively I turned around given I had a mission to accomplish, though I made my opinion to the white people holding me up known on the way out, and rerouted around the latest band of merry fucking retards to get to my destination. But then I thought to myself: why am I even entertaining these assholes? For fucks sake, given my skin colour, they’re quite literally holding up a black owned business, and for what, having what amounts to a get together to fuck with other people in the name of saving black lives from police brutality. And so I took the pic I shot, said if I run into one more protest like this, I ain’t turning around anymore, and made sure I tagged everything involving this literal shit show. And wouldn’t you know: it got quite a few humans’ attention, and I got called all kinds of things, was told I was merely being inconvenienced inside my air conditioned car, then when I said I don’t have air conditioning apparently some local band said I can’t afford it (of which wouldn’t that be the opposite of privilege?), and told that I was spurging out on rage and what have you; a true projection if there ever was one. But one thing that stood out to me was all of them apparently are “tougher” than me. They all seem to think they, mob or otherwise, could take me on, should I choose to not turn around and move. And apparently, given the avatar I have up there is my regular Bacon flames above a cartoon Thanos snapping his gauntlet fingers, they think I’m doing what I can guarantee you they themselves are doing and hiding behind it.
“I can do this shit all day.”
I have personally walked through their little occupied zone. These people are cosplayers at best. Aside from one guy in a suit of armor, none of these mortals pose any kind of threat to me. But they clearly don’t know that. They think I’m like them, with the difference being that I’m just angry at being merely inconvenienced by their marches. Again, since some of my stuff is classified, they probably think that, like a lot of them, I’m a skinny little white guy in his 20’s. They don’t know I’m a 6’2″ black guy from Inglewood that’s trained in combat martial arts starting back in 2003 and continues to train to this day, possibly even harder than I did before. They don’t know that amongst the new fitness experiments I’ve embarked on is a set of metal weights I wear everyday along with other things I carry. They don’t know that I’ve been in more conflicts ranging from mere scuffles to outright fucking riots than they’ve seen on TV. And that’s one thing they have in common with another group of people I end up spending time with, and likely the only thing they have in common that isn’t related to being part of the homo sapien species. Who is this other group. They’re not exactly a group since they span across many industries, but they all have this one thing in common:
“Hint: not this.”
They’re all tough guys. Actual tough guys.
“Speaking of which: anyone remember these assholes? It’s almost as if there’s a pattern here….”
To give you an idea on how these people are actual tough guys, let’s start with their professions. First, the public side. It can range from various flavors and jurisdictions of law enforcement, from your local city police force up to state patrol and federal forces. You also have those in the military, ranging from the average army grunt that served a 4 year stint up to guys like Terrence Popp that bacame Army Rangers and Navy SEALs. Funny enough, I not only had a guy that was part of my martial arts school that was a ranger, but my first job up here I worked with another guy who was also a ranger, and in both instances we got on quite well. On the private side, you have your various security agencies that may or may not deal with the public, but more often than not they do. At the top of that list is the ones that are trained to essentially be the local law enforcement on private property (they’re called protection agencies here), complete with a gun, badge and various other implements of defence and detainment; the armored car industry that Rob of Robsays.net was in also comes to mind. One such guy was working at a building I was delivering to and had his patrol vehicle outside, and he showed me all kinds of things he had and planned to get for his force there. Another guy that comes to mind was a security guy working for the transit station nearby that I was walking through after picking up some stuff from the local farmers market, that I ended up talking to for well over an hour: turns out he was also an Army infantryman that did a couple of tours in Iraq and Afghanistan and saw his fair share of combat; still remember his name to this day. I bring these encounters up because they have one thing in common aside from most of them being white guys: these complete strangers at the time I ran into wearing civilian attire and can spark up a conversation about all kinds of things combat or militarily related or otherwise, often with them volunteering a lot of information; it’s as if they don’t have too many other people to talk about these kinds of things with! Same with the cops, sometimes in riot gear: a lot of times though usually in passing, I end up chatting with them a bit, friendly encounters pretty much every time.
“Given this guy knew what may or may not stop a 5.56 round, he might know a thing or two as well.”
“Real recognises real”, as the saying goes, and somehow these guys wind up telling me about all kinds of tactics and actual combat experience, even though they knew nothing about my own combat background; somehow they figured out I might actually be able to comprehend what they had to say. You know what these don’t talk about? How bad ass they are. How tough they are. How they’re better than whoever they end up arguing with and end up calling them names and making unfounded judgments. Now perhaps when they’re on social media if they even bother doing so, they talk a lot of shit online and trash people they disagree with. But I’m gonna take a wild fucking guess that even if they were so inclined, they have far better things to do than argue with avatars on twitter. Closest thing I can think of is the Ranger in my class that was playing Call Of Duty online, and some kid started talking shit to him as kids tend to do when they’re behind the safety of their internet connection. Or so he thought. Apparently this kid took things a bit too far, and our Ranger buddy took the time to find this kid’s address, what he looked like and where he went to school, and showed up after school let out in a ghillie suit right behind him; from what I heard he ended up needing a change in underpants afterward. But for the most part, actual tough guys don’t need to talk about how tough they are: they merely tell you how they trained and what experiences they have, and only show it off when necessary. That’s how I know these fucking idiots on twitter have probably never even taken a punch, let alone could survive an actual skirmish with any of the people I know, let alone me.
“Ask me how I know!”
One more thing that happened that night: I picked up my last order, and as I was loading it in my vehicle a guy also on the clock asked me if I was driving which I was, and ended up pleading with me to jump start his car, complete with his own jumper cables. Now perhaps because I was digging in my cabin instead of turning my vehicle around he thought I was ignoring him, when I was actually grabbing the mobile jump starter out of my everyday carry bag. Got him up and running, told him where I got it from (amazon for about 70 bucks), and he thanked me profusely. Reason I bring this up: he happened to be a black guy. Now given I was on the clock at the time I could’ve said as much and drove away, but that’s not something I would do if I can actually help someone; doesn’t matter what their skin colour is, as not just a couple of months before hand I also helped out an Asian couple in the same predicament. But now I can honestly say I helped that black gentleman more than the entirely of the black lives matter movement, and certainly more than these dweebs holding up traffic so they can feel important and yelling at people like me for saying anything about that. So, if you had to place your bets on whose superior either in actual virtue let alone a physical confrontation, who are you putting your money on: these guys, or just me?
“Pictured: your women in front of me after I’m through with you retards.”
Sunday, bloody Sunday: now with moar premium bourbon! As TJ calls the west side of Cascadia, there’s a certain neighbourhood here that’s literally an “occupied zone”: I’ll let you guess which one. Go ahead, I’ll wait.
Alright, everyone figure it out? Good: now you know where and what I’ve been up to the last few days! Meanwhile, seems like everyday there are protests galore on the streets, holding up supposedly “people in the luxury of their own air conditioned vehicles oh wait you don’t have air conditioning because you’re too poor to have it”, along with actual black owned businesses that have to reroute around them. After being talked out of going on the liter war path with these buffoons, I instead found their comms hashtag and began mercilessly mocking and challenging them to spectacular spaztardery! Are these white kids cosplaying as caring people actually helping out the causes they say they are, and are the names and Accusations this cigar smoking darkie celebrating National Bourbon Month was called anything more than projections of twats on twitter? Pour yourself a glass of 1792 on the rocks, spark one up, and listen to me tell the entire planet to go fuck itself to the tune of funeral music, down below!
Had some time to think about the chat I had with Patty of the Gary and Dino 3rd Man Militia (KetoMexicanRecipes.com) along with the people in the comments section, and had a few takeaway thoughts to share on my way out of Murder Hornet City. What conclusions did I come to? Tune in below to find out!
In the second edition of what might be a regular thing here, Rob of Robsays.net drops in along with Nick and the gang to shoot the shit: cigar talk, women, and of course celebrate what would’ve been my late grandmother’s 77th birthday. So how’d it go? Fuck if I remember, so listen down below and report back to me you goddamn Fornicators!
There’s been talk these days about “dismantling” police forces across the nation, with cities like Minneapolis actually passing legislation to do just that. Meanwhile up here in Cascadia, while most of the street shutting down protests have ceased, part of the gay side of the superhub has been walled off and declared a new “nation”, including it’s own abandoned police precinct. All is peaceful outside my own windows, but there’s talk of civil wars yet again, primarily online, since as far as my own experience goes no one is talking about it in real life. So about this whole disband the cops movement: what’s the driver behind it?
“What is this “morning” you speak of?”
It started just as most if not all of these cases do: 1. An altercation between a (usually white) police officer or other security detail and a person of color ends poorly, often deadly. Of note: this almost exclusively happens in major metropolitan areas that are democratically run, at least the one’s that make the headlines, which brings me to 2. The major news networks pick up on the story and immediately label it as “white police brutality”, whether the perpetrators were white or not, often using footage showing carefully selected footage of the incident. Understandably they can’t really run an entire 30 minute clip given their format, but it’s telling that the selections always happen to be of officers being the aggressors. 3. Everyone and their daughters loses their shit and takes to the streets, usually with coincidentally matching outfits and signs that all seem to have the same messages on them; same goes for the virtue signalling on social media. This goes on for a few days up to maybe a few weeks, then it dies down. 4. New information comes out, usually not in favor of the “victim” or the narrative, often during the middle of step 3: the daed person either had committed a crime or was in the process of doing so, they had a history of committing crimes and often violent ones, and they are often on some sort of drug, had an underlying health issue, was uncomplyant with the police if not outright aggressive with them, or more often than not some combo of the 3. 5. There’s a trial and the officers involved are either exonerated or convicted of any crimes they may have committed, and life goes back to normal.
“Pictured: the “New Normal”. ”
I’m sure I’m missing a few key details, but that’s the usual script I’ve watched play out over the last 8 or 9 years or so. Not this time apparently. Apparently “The Boogaloo” is upon us. So what makes this particular episode of the Black Lives Matter Show so different?
Well for starters, it happened at what I’m guessing at this time to be the tail end of the “Global Pandemic” where everyone was told if not ordered to stay in their homes, with most of everything that made it worth getting out shut down, meaning for the past few months most people, mainly in these major metropolitan areas where these things tend to happen, have been cooped up my themselves; the average person can barely handle being isolated for a couple of weeks let alone months. Another factor is this Incident happens not 2 weeks after another apparently murder of a black guy by a former detective (if you call getting shot after grabbing the detective’s shotgun “murder”), meaning there wasn’t nearly enough time between the two incidents for everyone to calm back down. Another little coincidence is that this happens to be an election year, and in my humble opinion not a very good looking one for the demographics in these major metropolitan areas. One final thing I think might be a playing factor here: aside from that incident in Nova Scotia, has anyone heard about any recent mass shootings lately? Seems those have died down, alongside calls for gun control, which is enforced by the cops in case you were unaware. Add all of this up, and it sure seems like quite a perfect storm to me for this kind of thing to happen.
“Pictured: why you never live in the actual major cities.”
Why disband the police though? Why are we now supposed to be afraid of them? Why, after all the calls for disarming the populace in favor of protection via government acengies, are we now calling for what is effectively anarchy? In case you know what that word means or associate it with warlords burning everything down on flat places on the ground that somehow will never be built again should this happen, allow me to explain it to you because the last few years of me trying apparently didn’t stick. Anarchy simply means no rulers, nothing more, nothing less. Rulers are those that have power over you or a populace, whether that deity based like religions, or secular such as government. My stances on them aside for another time, this doesn’t mean there aren’t rules (see: Stefan Molynuex’s Non-Aggression Principles for more), just no one to enforce them via violent means. This last part is particularly important, as the entire point of having rulers set the rules is they have to be enforceable: while Ancapadise as The Great One (CynLibSoc.com) puts it would enforce rules via ostracisation (example: you beat up grandma in a wheelchair and no one will do business with you until some sort of reparations are made), the government has law enforcement (you beat up grandma in a wheelchair and you get locked in a cage at gunpoint). Meaning if you remove the police, you remove what effectiveness any politician and their policies have over you.
“And then this kind of thing happens.”
Back to the call for law enforcement disbanding. For the longest time we have been told to be afraid of guys running around with AR-15s with 500 round drums shooting up schools full of precious children and that’s why only the police and other govt trained groups should be able to use them. But a couple of incidents happen within a few weeks of each other, and suddenly everyone is now realising just what putting all the power in the hands of the state looks like, albeit only focusing on the guns of the state and not how it’s funded (hint: your tax dollars at work!). Now I’m not sure what they think getting rid of all LEOs will look like in real life, but I’m gonna go out on a limb and say they haven’t thought that far ahead: these kinds of movements tend to be a tad more reactionary rather than logical. But I guess the question here is whether this a good or bad idea.
“I guess white guys writing “Black Trans” in chalk on city streets is a way to… help?”
I for one am siding with this, and not just because I enjoy the ensuing chaos it brings. Those of you that might be surprised, hear me out here:
1. For those of you that are fighting against the death via 1,000,000 cuts against the second amendment (amongst others), all of that goes right out of the window. It no longer matters what gun laws are on the books if there are no police officers to enforce them, meaning you can protect your front door with an M249 belt fed SAW if you want, and if that’s not enough to make any kind of mob think twice about raiding your compound you have bigger problems that might need to be upgraded to an M320 grenade launcher at the very least. 2. Related to the first point, but this overnight would force the average citizen to realise how important it really is to be able to defend themselves and those that depend on them to do so, rather than relying on 911; talk about a way to really make America great again, let alone invasion proof circa 1942. Finally, why in the world would you want to be in law enforcement these days, especially in the major metropolitan areas? Sure, the image, especially if you grew up before the millenial generation, was at worst something out of the COPS TV show, at best a Hollywood production: a profession where exciting shit happens and you get to carry a gun, shoot first and take names later, all while being seen as a hero to society.
“Pictured: Society. That stands for All Cops Are Bad by the way.”
These days, as Thrill of MensRooomLive.com has said before, your job is to tackle naked people at best. At worst, and I’ll see if I can find this article I read the other day, is that, just as we’re seeing in Seattle and Portland and Minneapolis and New York and yet again every major metropolitan area in the country that also happens to be almost exclusively democratic and democratically run, the population actively hates you. Now maybe, if this were a private job like being a repo man where the juice is worth the squeeze and everyone you interact with is going to want to kill you or otherwise not be enthused of your presence (process server also comes to mind although I’m not sure if that’s private or public), I could understand taking that job. But presumably if you’re going to take the job of wearing a badge and a gun and quite possibly putting your life on the line to “protect and serve” your city or county or even state, that implies you care about the community you signed up to help. Tell me just why the fuck would any sane person would sign up to possibly lose his life to protect and serve a community that hates him for his profession. Hell, there are a lot of senior officers getting out of the force as I type this, possibly foregoing their own pensions in the process, the reason of which I’ll leave to your imagination. Alternatively, if you actively hated the community and vice versa, what better job to take and hide your bigotry behind a badge and a gun than becoming part of the ever thinning blue line that might let you get away with murder? All proper procedures aside and not considering the military since that requires a more strict contract and your bogitry would have to be overseas, I can’t think of a more legally sanctioned way to abuse the populace in your own city or county or state than becoming a LEO. Again, given my own experiences with LEOs of all shapes sizes colours and genders, they’ve been pretty positive for the most part: as I’ve said before, those with combat training let alone experience of just about any kind of background will recognise each other and end up getting along quite well, although that just may be my own version of earned privilege(though now that I think of it, I wasn’t as seasoned as I am now when I had the majority of my encounters with the cops). But given the actual numbers of actual police induced incidents lethal or otherwise, let’s just say I tend to lean with what encounters I’ve had so far and believe most cops don’t want to passively let alone actively murder me and people that look like me. But if that’s the case, and especially if you like the community that hates the police, why would you want to join that force? These days, you might as well be Ted Smith and join the Klan.
“By day: they’re all out” jogging” in the streets…”
“… And come nightfall, behind particle board protected sheets.”
Of course, it is highly unlikely that every police force ever will be disbanded and well be forced (SEE WHAT I DID THERE!?) to police ourselves. And there the dark reason I think that would happen. The reality is that, despite the current view of the blue line these days, their mere presence not only protects those that follow the law for the most part, but quite a few that not only don’t, but those that have done quite a few things to others they wouldn’t do otherwise if there wasn’t said blue line to hide behind. There are people I interact with almost everyday that, if there wasn’t the probability of me getting arrested, let’s just say I’ve been waiting to see what 6.5lbs of extra weight behind a punch does to a human body. Probably the most minor offence I can think of is vendors asking me what the order code is even though she’s holding the only fucking order in the building, but I personally have a whole list up here in the bacontainer of humans I’d like to “confront” should the shit really hit the fan: certain neighbours that have caused me to have to look for a new place to rent, several businesses that have pissed me off in various different manners, old classmates from elementary and high school I managed to track down that bullied me in my childhood, even people online that talk a mean game behind the safety of their smartphones but I have a feeling would be on their knees begging for mercy if I showed up in real life on their doorstep. So no, as much as people now say they hate and are afraid of law enforcement and want them to never be a thing again, they know people like me are just waiting for that to happen, and not only is it ain’t just me, but guess what now banished but likely we’ll trained force is most likely to be on my side should they actually get what they ask for?
“Bring me a wench that looks like this and I just might consider sparing a few of you.”