The Huge, Rapey Elephant In The Room


I try to avoid writing about the travails of people in the public eye, because I have more than enough of my own stuff to deal with.

That being said, the situation that Bill Cosby is currently mired bothers me and I need to exorcise it, and seeing that my faith in God tends toward the situational, I decided to write this piece.

Let’s be honest: If we were talking about one woman—Bill Cosby is a celebrity, and it’s not out of the ordinary for people like him to attract a fair share of kooks and crackpots—it wouldn’t by any stretch of the imagination justify his alleged actions, though it would at least leave a bit of moral wiggle room for the rest of as to whether or not Cosby were indeed guilty of the crimes he’s been accused

But with women coming out of the woodwork seemingly on a daily basis, it either means that they are all suffering from some heretofore unknown variant of Stockholm Syndrome, or Coaby is lying.

I assume the latter because I recall hearing a report that said that he had paid off at least one of his accusers, which people don’t tend to do if they’re innocent.

And that’s pretty fucked, though what bothers me almost as much is how sanctimonious Cosby seems to be.

After all, when he was on Don Lemon’s CNN show (before the shit hit the proverbial fan) Lemon—instead of tacking the rumors that Cosby was some sort of serial rapist (rumors that apparently had been floating around for quite awhile)—with Cosby decides to lay in on young Black males and their tendency to wear droopy pants.

That droopy pants is also considered fashionable by young white males apparently wasn’t worth bringing up.

After all, it’s particularly easy to attack such an obvious target, especially when you’re ignoring the huge, rapey elephant in the room

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The Email Scammer Project


It mystifies me how anyone falls for email scams.  Anything so blatantly playing upon my doubts, fears and concerns would almost immediately put me on guard, though clearly not everyone thinks the same because according to The Telegraph, a British newspaper, one in ten fall for them.  

That’s a lot of people, though I shouldn’t imply that Britons are the only people that fall from them because in Oregon someone lost $400,000 to them.

Almost half a million dollars.

Personally, I find such letters fascinating.  Typically I, at least, scan everyone I receive, just to see how it moves me.  

The most recent that I have got is from a Miss Felicia Luna, which I have included below.  

My Dearest One,
 
This is Miss Felicia Luna from Trinidad & Tobago. I am writing from a hospital in Ivory Coast, therefore this mail is very urgent, I am dying in the hospital which i do not know what tomorrow will be. I was told by my doctor that i was poisoned and has got my liver damaged and can only live for some months, and my step mother is the one that wants to kill me, to take my belongings since after the death of my Father.
 
I have a little orphan child, named Martins Henry and $ 2.5 million Dollars i inherited from my late father, my step mother and her children are after Martins because he knows about the documents of the money and about the poison, for this reason they do not want Martins to expose them, so they will do anything possible to kill him, so i want you to help him out of this country with the money.
 
This is the favour i need when you have gotten the money: –
 
(1) Set out 20% of the money to establish Martins as he has been there for me through out my illness and I have promised to support him in life. I want you to take him along with you to your country and establish him as your son.
 
(2) Give 30% of the money to handicap people and charity organization. The remaining 50% should be for you and others that you would love to assist.
 
Note; This should be a code between you and my orphan child in this transaction “Hospital” any mail from him, the Lawyer he will direct you to, without this code “Hospital” is not from Martins, the Lawyer or myself as I don ‘t know what will happen to me in the next few hours.
 
Please do get back to me so that I can give you the contact of my orphan child Martins Henry, he will give you the documents of the money and will direct you to a well known lawyer that i have appointed to him, the lawyer will assist you to change the documents of the money to your name to enable the bank transfer the money to you.
 
And Let Martins send you his International passport to be sure of whom you are dealing with. Martins is so little therefore guide him. And if I do not hear from you, I will look for another person or an organization.
 
May Almighty God bless you and use you to accomplish my wish. Pray for me always.
 
Miss Felicia Luna.
 
I responded, mainly to see what their response would be.  I also have to admit that I did so because I know that I am too smart to fall for such obvious scams.  
 
It’s also a bit arrogant, but there you go.
 
What can I do to help?!
 
 

Frustration, Thy Name is Verizon!


VerizonToday I noticed something interesting:  I was on the Internet, which is at the moment the only route I have to the world outside my relatively immediate surroundings–which I should also add is at this point is almost as important as having a roof over my head–when my connection speeds began to move to a crawl.

And if that wasn’t bad enough, they soon virtually nonexistent.

I got on the phone with Verizon–all filled with piss and vinegar–and spoke to a representative who was I am pretty certain was not even on this continent.

As an aside, that bothers me because there are lots of Americans who could do the job just as well, though for some reason it’s okay for a company to lay off thousands of people stateside, but hire internationally and/or raise executive salaries.

But I digress.  After ranting for awhile about how frustrating this was becoming (the same thing happened last week) we began to (I assume, which I’ll explain momentarily) troubleshoot.  It involved cycling my computer and modem, as well as emptying the browser cache on Safari and Firefox.

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‘The Strain’ Of Dealing With Cable Companies


While what constitutes “sex” may differ from one person to the next, the thing is, when most of us see it, we know it.  I bring it up because for the past few months I have been watching television shows that I wouldn’t normally have access to, online.

Sure, part of it is because I am unemployed, and can’t afford cable.  But you know what?  Even if I weren’t I wouldn’t pay for TV.  My viewing habits are pretty locked in at this point, and I like what I like, and what I don’t, I don’t.

For instance, I am not particularly into sports, so for me to pay for a channel that broadcasts them is a waste.  The same thing for the various flavor of reality shows out there.

Unless you’re talking about those that deal with tattoos.  Tattoos are awesome.

And I live in reality everyday.  I don’t need a television show to remind me how dull it can be when you don’t have someone editing out the slow spots

(Unless they revolve around people with tattoos because, as I have already stated, they’re awesome).

And do you know who’s to blame?  How about the cable companies themselves.  If they weren’t hoarding their programming as if it were gold (and in a sense it is.  Shows can cost millions to develop) then I wouldn’t have to find other means to watch them.

And I understand that the problems start with you start multiplying the amount of people that are doing so.  The thing is, some networks get it.  They understand that there will always be people who will watch their content using methods other than those that they would prefer.  Because, in this instance, HBO understands that they are creating a product so popular that people will go through all sorts of means–other than actually paying for it–to watch their programming.

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Brian in the morningIt’s interesting to me that there is always someone going on about how people who are unemployed are lazy, as if someone could actually make a living on unemployment benefits.

I don’t know what the situation is for people that have children–beyond the obvious–but as a single male, it’s pretty difficult.

And now, I receive nothing in terms of benefits.

Zip.  Nada.  Zero.  Nothing at all.

Though this isn’t the normal state of affairs.  Traditionally in the District of Columbia, unemployment insurance (UI) lasts five months.  It’s renewable for another five, in which it becomes known as extended unemployment compensation (EUC).

And the truth of it is, even if the economy weren’t as weird as it is now, five months isn’t a long time.

But because our government is a more than a little bit dysfunctional, primarily because  Republicans in the House seem to be doing them damnedest not to allow EUC to even come up for a vote, never mind renewing it.

This means that despite applying for unemployment, I will not receive any support or a monetary nature.

And let’s make things clear:  I have been paying taxes for most of my life, and this is the first time that I have been unemployed for an extended period, so I am not being given anything–if I were receiving benefits because I have been paying into this system for at least thirty years.

So I have no issue with asking something from the system that I have been paying into for quite awhile.

And here’s an interesting little fact:  An average member of the US House of Representative earns $174,000 a year, which is a lot of money.  When I was working, I didn’t earn that kind of money from one year to the next, though if I were I would imaging that I would have significantly more money saved (when things are sunny, I try to squirrel away as much as I can, which came in handy early on).

Which makes me wonder:  Can a person making almost $200,000 yearly even understand what a person is unemployed is even going through, considering that being a government employee Congressmen make quite a bit more, which should enable them to save quite a bit more than a person who makes significantly less.

Which is remarkably cynical and unfair, though it makes a sort of sense because most Republicans seen intent on making government as dysfunctional as possible.