On Hypocrisy

It’s a derangement, really.

When I go through my social media feeds, practically all I see from people when it comes to politics is hypocritical denunciations, tribal thinking, and false arguments that rely on short memories.

Now, it’s not that I disagree that Caligula Drumpf, as I call the boy, is a dangerously unstable buffoon with all the attention span of a guppy and a habit of lying to people. He’s a right-wing extremist. That’s how that sort are. But after over a year of false Russia accusations that have yet to yield any evidence whatsoever, all the while ignoring or downplaying when Obama and the Clintons did similar or worse, and even having the unmitigated gall to try and rehabilitate the Shrub and his Gargoyle, really, I can’t just be silent anymore.

Why is it so impossible to admit that the Democrats are no different or better than Caligula Drumpf, and that any appearance of difference is in style only? Obama dropped 26,171 bombs on predominantly Muslim countries in 2016, mostly on civilians who did nothing wrong, but virtually no one in the mainstream media or among Democrat circles condemned him for it. When Caligula Drumpf murdered an eight-year-old girl last year, no one was willing to acknowledge that Obama had, years earlier, murdered her then-sixteen-year-old brother just two weeks after murdering their father. At the time, only the ACLU seemed to care, the corporate-owned media having abrogated its duty to criticize such an illegal and unconstitutional act.

I could go on and on about how Hillary Clinton, while Secretary of State, oversaw the overthrow of Honduras’ government and the installation of a brutal far right dictatorship that has murdered activists and other protestors; about her demented cackling over the sodomizing-by-bayonet-and-murder of Libya’s leader, whom she also had a hand in overthrowing, and the resulting African slave trade that is only one horrible consequence thereof; and about the brutal decapitation murder of a twelve-year-old boy by terrorists she helped fund and arm in her deranged attempt to orchestrate the overthrow of Syria’s government.

I could go on about that, but too many so-called “liberals” wouldn’t care. They’d dismiss it as “a thing of the past” as though the passage of time is at all relevant. But if Caligula Drumpf were to do any of these things, you’d better believe these same fake liberals would be all up in arms—unless it’s against Russia, in which case they’d be cheering.

And the sickest part of it is that these hypocrites see nothing wrong with their hypocrisy. Moral standards of right and wrong don’t apply in the tribal mindset. What’s wrong and illegal when the “other” tribe does something is perfectly acceptable when one’s own tribe does it, and vice versa. But when I call people out on it, they get angry, defensive, and often, then proceed to block me and anyone else who dares point out the hypocrisy on display.

At what point did holding a consistent moral standard become “impractical” and “unrealistic”? At what point did it become acceptable to so close off one’s mind to reality that no contrary or competing idea can squeeze in, that anyone or anything that dares run counter to the closed mindset must be permanently expelled lest it force one to question his or her beliefs? It’s like a religion, really, in that the belief is dogmatic in nature and cannot withstand scrutiny, and so is compelled to remove those who might challenge the dogma from all sight and hearing. Isn’t that the sort of thinking we used to call “medieval”, that is, something of—and that should have remained in—the past?

The older I get, the less tolerance I have for hypocrisy and tribal thinking. This is why I am often irritated by conspiracy fantasies, especially those that rely on dogmatic belief without any supporting facts, such as 9/11, Russia-gate, Pizza-gate, and so on. And it’s why I find myself losing or blocking social media acquaintances who engage in such behavior. I have enough toxicity in what passes for my life without having to endure the tedium of looking at otherwise decent folk becoming unhinged in response to even the slightest questioning, all too often resorting to the tired fallback of accusing me of being on the conspiratorial payroll. Children, there’s not enough money in the world to pay off the billions of people whose heads are screwed on tightly enough not to swallow the bullshit you’re selling. Get a life, will ya?

Anyway, just pouring my thoughts out. I might have some updates actually pertaining to my life in near future. I’ll keep you posted.


Saving Money: Switching to Safety Razors

Recently I made the switch to shaving with safety razors, for the sole reason that at twenty to thirty dollars for a pack of cartridges I am saving money over the long term.

I initially bought the Van der Hagen safety razors, actually re-branded Weishi 9306, at Target and Walgreens, and although they are great starter razors, the blades they come with are overpriced and dull, prompting me to get a 100-count box of Astra Superior Platinum. At about ten cents per blade, if I go through one a week, that will last me almost two years. After joining a shaving forum and getting a sampler pack of blades from its exchange (I sent in the VDH blades along with a pack of Dorco Prime Platinum), so I’ll see what best fits the razors.

Although the Weishis are great with the right blade, my face needs a closer shave than what they can give me, so I sent away for a Merkur 34c Heavy Duty, which is heavier and has a larger gap between the blade edge and the comb and curves the blade to conform to the razor head. Given my experience with that, I think I probably should have begun with that instead of buying up something that just happened to be convenient. Sometimes it pays to do some research prior to spending money. That said, I intend to hang on to my VDH-Weishis for when I travel or if I want to give them to someone as a starter razor. If I’m out of town at a conference and happen to lose it, it’s easily replaceable seeing as how the Van der Hagens can be found at many brick-and-mortar stores, and if someone I work with is considering making the switch, I can give him one of the 9306s for his starter razor.

This is not to say that the re-branded Weishi 9306 or its long-handled companion are inferior razors. One testament to the popularity of a product is how many companies re-brand it to sell under their own label, and the Weishi is sold under quite a number of names in Europe and the Americas. As budget razors go, it’s actually of good, solid construction and with proper care will last many years providing great service all the way. It’s simply that I have to have a razor that gives me the closest shave possible without nicks or irritation, and while the Weishi 9306 gives few of the former and none of the latter, I get no nicks at all with the Merkur 34c. At a mere twenty-seven dollars on Amazon, the Merkur was too good a deal to pass up, and I think I’ve found my lifelong go-to razor in this little monster.

The biggest point to make about safety razors is the cost. Not only am I paying much less per blade than I did for the multi-blade cartridges, the soap pucks are similarly inexpensive. Van der Hagen’s glycerin shaving soap goes for about a dollar-fifty at Walgreens, and Heinen’s sells Williams’ Mug Shaving Soap pucks for a dollar twenty-nine. They last a good while, too, and I find that if I melt them together in the microwave for about fifteen seconds, I get a blend that lathers quite well and is nice and slick, not to mention long-lasting.

One of the reasons safety razors have made a comeback in recent years is because the cost of multi-blade cartridges has gone through the proverbial roof. One can spend, literally, hundreds of dollars a year on disposable cartridges, as opposed to about ten to thirty on safety blades depending on the brand and quantity. And many of the most popular safety blade brands all come out of the famous Gillette-owned plant in St. Petersburg, Russia, which has a stellar reputation for quality product. The Feather Hi-New Stainless out of Japan, made of surgical-grade steel, is one of the sharpest if not the sharpest, but somewhat more expensive. Still, regardless of brand, safety blades in general are far less money than cartridge blades, and unlike those, recyclable.

Anyway, enough of my blathering about safety razors and blades. I’m sure you’ve got better things to do than read about my new-found money-saver, ha ha! It’s just been a while since I’ve written here and I wanted to post something more positive for a change.

Until next time, take care!

Playing the Victim

It’s begun, just as I predicted.

David is, as usual, lying about this alleged assault. For one, if you’ll note he admits, he is physically stronger than his husband, so even if hubby did try to throw out the first punch, there was no way he was ever going to get in the last. For another, David considers any defiance as an act of abuse, and any attempt at physical self defense to be an “unprovoked” assault against him. So I highly doubt his husband even started a physical altercation. Most likely, David got physical, hubby tried to defend himself only to wind up being on the receiving end of David’s violent temper, and now the inevitable lying on his social media in an effort to garner sympathy from those who don’t get to see what goes on behind closed doors and off of Twitter.

Mind you, I’m only making an educated guess, but it’s one based on my personal experiences with the degenerate’s violent temper. David is always the instigator of violence. He is always in the role of the bully, never the bullied. This has been true ever since he was a baby. According to “mother”, when he first got his teeth, he took to biting me in anger until she got fed up and bit him hard enough that he gave up on that particular method of trying to harm me. Thereafter, he resorted to using his outgrown fingernails to dig into my flesh, and later, his knowledge of martial arts.

And, of course, the inevitable lying accusing me of being the aggressor when I defended myself. Notice a pattern of behavior?

I worry about the safety and well being of David’s husband. If he knew what he was getting into when he married the degenerate, he probably wouldn’t have bothered. Now it’s gone to physical violence, just as I knew it would. The question is, what’s to be done about it? Abused spouses tend to remain in toxic, physically dangerous relationships out of fear, which is instilled in them by their abusers. Jarett, you’re probably not going to read this, but if you do, take advice from someone who’s been on the receiving end of David’s violence: get out now while you still can. Don’t wait, don’t make excuses hoping he won’t repeat it, just pack up what you can carry with you and leave. Stay with relatives, or someplace else you feel safe, but whatever you do, don’t stay with him. This is literally your life at stake. I know. The boy has by his own admission tried to kill me on a number of occasions. Don’t stay in a position where he can do likewise to you.

The worst part is that, as I pointed out above, David loves to play the part of the victim when challenged. He’s already turning things around to make his husband seem like the aggressor. And people who don’t know any better believe him because who assumes that someone would lie about being the victim of domestic violence? And since David isn’t about to divulge the full story so that people can see his part in events…

So yeah, not a good situation for Jarett. Not at all. Once again the victim is made out to be the bad guy while the bad guy gets to play the victim.

It would be laughable if the stakes weren’t so high.

The Price of Dreams


I’m going back to Ohio tomorrow. Just for the weekend.

Honestly, I’ve been counting down until this day for the last five weeks now.

I just need to see my family. See how my mom is doing. For those who may be new to the blog, she had a stroke about ten months ago, and only in the last two months have I moved back to my life in NYC after spending 8 months at home in Ohio, being her sidekick in her recovery.

Since coming back, I’ve never really been so aware of how time alters things. My friend group has completely changed, with people going off in all different directions. People have coupled off, moved to different boroughs of NYC, found other friends…eight months is a long time. A lot of life can happen.

And I’m going to be really honest…I’ve spent many nights falling asleep, asking myself…

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Breaking Up Is Hard To Endure

Okay, it’s been a while since I posted but I thought I’d give a couple of updates as to what’s going on in my life so you, dear readers, don’t think I’ve dropped off the face of the earth.

First, in August one of my teeth broke apart and I had to schedule an appointment with the dentist. It’s not salvageable, so I’ve begun the process of getting a dental implant. My Medicaid provider doesn’t cover it, so I’ll have to pay for it out of pocket, but my job may reimburse me under its medical plan. In the meantime, I’ve gotten my other cavities filled, all covered by Medicaid, so thank God for that. I have an appointment later this month to start the implant process. This past Sunday the tooth broke up even more leaving a stump behind along with a disconcerting feeling—not pain; the nerve endings and blood vessels are pretty much dead. No, something else I can’t describe in words because I have no context in which to put it. But I refuse to go to my grave missing teeth, dammit. It’s not happening.

The owner of the house in which I’m renting a room is selling the property and I have to be out by the end of the month. I was told this would happen when I first moved in, so it’s not a surprise. But rents even on rooms have gone up and it’s tough trying to find anything within my affordability. But I have to find something, because if I end up at the homeless shelter I’ll never be able to get out of it. No one will hire me for a job that pays worth a damn if I’m homeless. So the search continues.

My Americorps assignment is going well. I’m putting together a database of resources for prisoners re-entering society, helping with the accreditation process to ensure the host organization is maintaining what it needs to do to secure accreditation, and going over grant applications to make sure they pass muster. Fulfilling work, all in all, even though the pay is shit (Americorps’s stipend doesn’t really cover the basics). I’m going to see if the organization will hire me for a permanent position once my term of service is up. A lot of the staff here are former VISTAs, so the chances are good that if I do my job well enough, they may keep me.

Aside from those,there’s not much else to report. Yesterday after work my fellow VISTAs and I were invited to take a tour of the minimum security prison where our program participants reside. The compound has a puppy program that allows prisoners to interact with puppies and young dogs as part of their therapeutic process. I got to hold one very beautiful pup, and it made me miss having a dog. If only I could afford to care for one…

Oh well. Maybe someday. That’s about it for now. Thanks for reading!