This is a REPOST from January 2019. I am reposting it because it’s funny, and I’m in serious need of a good laugh.I need a reminder of when not everyfuckingthing was about COVID-19 and the end of humanity.The links to the stories still work, so I encourage you to read up on these two hilarious cases if you feel so inclined.
Pro tip to all you criminals out there: If you try to abduct someone and they break free and run into a karate dojo, you should probably just cut your losses.
This morning over breakfast, Bill shared with me a hilarious news story. It seems that drug influenced 46 year old August Williams decided to try to abduct a woman in north Charlotte, North Carolina. The woman broke free from his grasp as he tried to force her into a car. She ran into a karate dojo, where Sensei Randall Ephraim was finishing up classes for the day. It was just before 9:00pm on Thursday night. A few kids were there, waiting to be picked up by their parents, and a few adult students were cleaning.
The woman suddenly shouted that a man was trying to kidnap her. Dumbass Williams had followed the woman into the dojo. I don’t know if he knew he was running into a karate school, as he was allegedly high on substances. Clearly he didn’t realize what was about to happen.
Sensei Ephraim asked Williams to leave, but he refused. At that point, the karate instructor dealt with the trespasser accordingly. Apparently, Williams is a very strong and powerful guy and was “difficult” to fight. Nevertheless, he left the scene in an ambulance and was then taken to jail.
Now… I don’t know why Williams was trying to kidnap the woman. She claims she didn’t know him at all. Also, I’m sure when this was happening, it was not a laughing matter. The woman was probably scared shitless. I know would have been. Still, what luck for this to happen near a karate school! I’m sure it never crossed Williams’ mind that karate would be his undoing when he tried to force the woman into a car.
Williams also continued fighting with police officers as they wrestled with him. I’m sure he will be off to the clink before too long. Whatever he was on must have been some genuine shit.
One thing I noticed in the news story, as well as from watching an old episode of Intervention, is that some people really enjoy using formal words when less formal language will do. These are the same people who commit what I like to refer to as “reflexive pronoun abuse“. You know what I mean? For instance, instead of saying something like “Please get back to John or me if you need help.”, they’ll say something like, “Please contact John or myself if you need assistance.”
I have my theories as to why some people do this. I think some folks think it makes them sound more educated. It’s too bad we don’t do a better job teaching English to people in the United States. While I love a good fifty cent word, particularly when the meaning of the word is perfect for what is being communicated, it’s important to know how to use the word. And using formal, multi-syllabic words when simpler ones will do is not a good example of better communication. The main idea is to get your point across quickly and effectively. If a person has to wade through your high-falutin’ words to figure out what you’re trying to say, you’re not communicating as well. Or, at least that’s my unimportant opinion.
Anyway, I’m glad Sensei Ephraim was there to save the day. August Williams needs to cool his heels in jail for awhile and think about what he tried to do… and has already done. And those of you who are inclined to follow him into his criminal lifestyle, might want to pay attention to where you’re going if your victim breaks free and dashes into a building. I don’t know if the outcome would have been the same if the lady had run into a 7 Eleven or something. Or, maybe it would have. Sounds like a good idea for a short story.
In related news, I also read about the bum in Florida who assaulted a McDonald’s employee over a straw. Stupid dipfuck Daniel Taylor was in a St. Petersburg, Florida McDonald’s on January 3rd. He was evidently upset that there weren’t any straws at the drink station, so he complained about it to the cashier. Yasmin James, the cashier, told Taylor that Florida law does not allow restaurant employees to put straws out for the public. They must be requested.
Taylor then reached over, grabbed 20 year old James and tried to yank her over the counter. James, a former boxer, then proceeded to repeatedly punch the fuck out of the guy. I don’t generally enjoy violence, but I must admit to cheering James on as she defended herself against this asshole. Check YouTube for a video of said ass kicking.
Then, once the two were split apart, Taylor had the nerve to demand that James get fired! Fortunately, a woman happened to capture the attack on video, and Taylor was later arrested. He’s another one who needs to sit in jail for awhile. Good for Yasmin James for not taking that guy’s abuse.
Here’s a repost about my experience with multi-level marking schemes. I posted it on my old blog in March 2015 and am reposting it because I just wrote about Plexus. Enjoy.
Though I’m sure I could find plenty of things to write about that might piss people off today, I’ve decided I’d rather share a memory from 1994. It was late August and I was a brand new college graduate. I had spent the summer working at a Presbyterian church camp, living in a platform tent. Then I went back to my small hometown and lived with my parents, who were none too pleased to have me back in their house.
I needed to find a job. I wanted a job that would pay enough for me to move, but I definitely needed a job that would allow me to pay my bills. Back in 1994, we didn’t have Internet. While I had taken part in job search seminars and job fairs, nothing had panned out. I was armed with a degree in English with minors in speech and communications. I wanted to find a job that would allow me to use my writing skills, but I didn’t know where to start. And my parents were really piling on the pressure for me to GTFO.
I picked up the newspaper and saw a couple of ads for “public relations” jobs in Richmond, Virginia, which was about 90 miles from where my parents lived. The ads were kind of vague, but I was desperate. I picked up the phone and called and scored two interviews, one at 9:00am and the other at 1:00pm. Happy about my success, I went out and bought a new suit (it was red and black) and a pair of heels. It didn’t occur to me to be suspicious about the “jobs” I was applying for, even though the first guy I spoke to said he wanted me to come in and meet him so “we could see if we liked each other”. The second guy told me to make sure I told the receptionist that “Kevin” had sent me.
Bright and early the next morning, I got in the ugly beige pickup truck my dad let me drive. It was a hideous Nissan with a camper shell and a non-functioning cassette/radio, but it ran surprisingly well. I drove to the first appointment. The place was an outfit called United Consumer Club (UCC) and it was located in a strip mall. I had never heard of UCC before and went into the showroom like an innocent lamb. Unfortunately, I was about 15 minutes early. The proprietor, a slim built man with dark, beady eyes, and a receding hairline invited me to leave and come back at 9:00. He didn’t seem very friendly. That probably should have been my first clue.
I came back at 9:00 and was given a standard job application to fill out. Looking around, I could see there were a number of other people there for an “interview” for the “public relations” job that paid $22,000 a year. There were whiteboards everywhere. I started to get suspicious.
We were all invited to sit at a table, where we watched a video about United Consumer Club. You may know this business better as DirectBuy– a few years ago, their ads were all over TV. In the cheaply produced video, we listened to people talk about how much they loved being members of UCC, where they could pay several thousand dollars for the privilege of buying furniture and building supplies at wholesale prices. I noticed a couple of people got up and left while the video was running, but I had driven 90 miles and needed a job. I was also curious.
After the video, the proprietor gave us a spiel about UCC and talked about the position he sought to fill. Basically, it would be the successful candidate’s job to schmooze with potential club members, trying to get them to sign up. The entire presentation was about money. I didn’t like the proprietor and had a feeling I wouldn’t want to work for him because he seemed sleazy. But I stuck around for the actual interview, anyway.
When I finally sat down across from him, he shook my hand, looked me in the eye with his beady little peepers and asked, “Why should I hire you?”
Feeling uncomfortable, I asked “Uh, before we get started, is this some kind of hard sell operation?”
The guy immediately got pissy and said “I REALLY don’t have time to answer your questions right now. Do you want to interview for this position or not?”
I said, “I really would like to ask a couple of questions first.”
He said, “Well, based on what I’m seeing, you won’t be a good fit for this job.”
“I guess you’re right.” I said as I got up to leave, thinking I had just totally wasted my time. Years later, I realize that it wasn’t actually a total waste of time, since I learned something from the experience and came away with a good story. I forgot all about UCC until years later when I saw all the DirectBuy ads on TV. Back in 1994, UCC prided itself on not using advertising. I guess they changed their minds.
I went to a local mall to pass the time before my 1:00 “interview”. I was feeling bewildered and a little stung. Little did I know that the morning interview would seem positively normal compared to what was in store for me that afternoon.
The “interview” I was attending was for a multi-level marketing firm called Equinox International. Equinox has long since been out of business, but back in the 1990s, it was a burgeoning company that had celebrities like Kenny Loggins and Ted Danson shilling for it. Of course, I didn’t know this when I arrived at the very respectable looking high rise office building for my “interview”.
I walked into the posh looking office and told the receptionist that Kevin had sent me. She invited me to sign in and take a seat. Once again, I noticed that others were there to be interviewed, too.
Kevin came out to meet me. He was tall, handsome, and very Nordic looking. I noticed he wore an expensive looking suit. He asked how much money I hoped to make. I said “Low 20’s.” Remember, this was 1994. Kevin just smiled at me as he led me to a room where there were rows of chairs set up.
At 1:00, Kevin and his very attractive partner, Karen, got up to make their presentation. I noticed that Kevin and Karen were both really good looking and well spoken as they talked about Equinox, a company that made environmentally safe cleaning products and water filters. They expertly explained why products one could buy in the store were unsafe.
First came the water filter demonstration. Kevin showed us two containers of tap water, one filled with ordinary water and the other filled with water that had been run through an Equinox water filter. Kevin put a chemical in the ordinary tap water that turned it yellow, while the filtered water stayed clear. I had to admit it was an impressive display. Kevin told us that we were poisoning ourselves everyday with ordinary substances like tap water. Equinox had products that would keep us and our loved ones safe. And we could help save humanity by making the products available to the world! Who wouldn’t want that job?
Then Karen took the helm. She sprayed ordinary breath spray into a lighter. The alcohol in the spray caused the flame to torch out impressively. Then she did the same thing with water-based breath spray made by Equinox. The flame was doused in a second. Hmmm… not quite as cool as Kevin’s presentation, but still worth looking at.
Karen and Kevin took turns telling us about how we’d make money signing up other people, and how they’d make money signing up people. I distinctly remember them telling us it wasn’t a pyramid scheme. Only it was. Equinox has been shut down and was sued by more than six states for being an illegal pryramid scheme. Virginia is among those states.
Next came the videos. First, we learned about Bill Gouldd, the company’s multi-millionaire founder. He lived in a huge mansion, drove expensive cars, spent time with beautiful women… and all of this and more was within reach if we sold his products. Gouldd himself had started out as a lowly salesman who had found the secret to success. We could learn the secrets by taking (and paying big bucks for) his seminars. The American dream could be ours by believing in the program and investing our money in Equinox.
Next, there was a video by Kenny Loggins, who told us of his now ex wife and her many medical problems that were alleviated by alternative medicine, a healthy environment, and all natural products like those peddled by Equinox distributors. I have always enjoyed Kenny Loggins’ music, but I have no idea why he got tangled up with this organization. It kind of makes me wonder what kind of person he is. Still, I have to admit that at the time I was really impressed… but still skeptical. I knew they were going to ask me for money and money was something I REALLY didn’t have.
I noticed there were people laughing at all the “right” times. It became clear to me after the video that there were, indeed, Equinox people interspersed in the audience to “help” the facilitators. The meeting was getting very long and bizarre… and towards the end, it seemed almost cultish. There were even a few people jumping up and dancing around, cheering, singing the praises of Equinox… very weird. Other distributors approached me and asked me what I thought. They were friendly– too friendly– and most of them were attractive. I liked it and found myself trying to think of a way I could come up with the $500 I would need to get started by “renting a desk” (people paid $500 simply to be allowed to rent a desk in the office). Thank God I have common sense, and that there was a healthy measure of it on hand that day. I could have landed in some real trouble. Equinox is the only “job” I’ve ever considered that actually required applicants to pay a $20 “application fee”.
As I was leaving, Kevin asked me if I wanted to sign up. He was very charismatic and I have to admit, I was still thinking about it. But that’s exactly what I told him. I said I had to think about it. He winked at me, as if he just knew he was God’s gift to women.
Then he said, “Well, if I don’t hear from you in a couple of weeks, I’ll give you a call…” As if perhaps I’d be waiting by the phone for the sound of his voice.
Thankfully, he never called and I was too afraid to risk borrowing money to get involved in Equinox. I hate selling things anyway, and the idea of trying to get people to join that program left me cold. But I have to admit, it was a sexy organization and the presentation was very seductive. I could have been sucked in. I can see how people might leave $60,000 jobs to go to work for multi-level marketing firms.
Years later, I researched Equinox International online and came to realize what a big bullet I dodged by not getting involved. People lost their shirts.
In 2003, I read and reviewed Robert Morgan Styler’s book Spellbound: My Journey Through a Tangled Web of Success. I am reposting part of that review below for your edification.
Part of a book review…
Rob Styler, like me, is a Returned Peace Corps Volunteer. At the beginning of this book, he had just come back from his stint in Guatemala, where he met and married his first wife, Marina. Styler had come back to the States with his wife with the intention of earning more money so that he could move back to Guatemala, because he had bought fifty acres of land there. However, Marina had some medical problems that required two surgeries. Because the couple had no health insurance, they quickly found themselves $25,000 in debt. One of Marina’s medical problems would be improved if she got pregnant, which she quickly did. But pregnancy required prenatal care and Marina’s OB-GYN refused to take care of her because she lacked health insurance. Styler decided that he needed quick cash. Like me, Styler consulted the want ads. Like me, Styler saw several ads that looked promising. He called and left a message. Later, he was invited to an evening meeting for his “interview” at an international environmental marketing firm.
Styler showed up for his interview with long hair, a beard, wearing Birkenstocks and his best Peace Corps T-shirt. He was confused when he saw about sixty other people milling around the reception area, also there to be interviewed. But then they were all ushered into a big room where they were told they would be given a group interview. A jovial man stood up and gave an impressive demonstration of some of the products the “firm” sells. He also explained the concept of the pyramid scheme (although the man is careful to emphasize that this is NOT a pyramid scheme).
By the way, for those of you who don’t know what a pyramid scheme is, here is dictionary.com’s definition of the term:
A fraudulent money-making scheme in which people are recruited to make payments to others above them in a hierarchy while expecting to receive payments from people recruited below them. Eventually the number of new recruits fails to sustain the payment structure, and the scheme collapses with most people losing the money they paid in.
“Multi-level marketing” seems to be the more politically correct term for the pyramid scheme nowadays. After reading Styler’s account of what happened to him– he was recruited to join the company and asked to pay a huge amount of money– and what he did to others– asked others to join the company and pay huge amounts of money– I would conclude that Equinox International most certainly did qualify as a pyramid scheme!
After the explanation of how individuals “make money”, the group watched videos highlighting the company’s president, Bill Gouldd (the extra d is for dollars- he added it on the advice of a psychic). Styler noticed the energy and excitement in the room and caught it himself. After the presentation, he wanted to know how to sign up. Then he was told it cost twenty dollars to apply for the “job” and $5000 to start out as a “Manager” with a lot of product or $500 to be a “Dealer”. Styler said…”But I don’t have any money.” The enthusiastic people at Equinox International say, “That’s okay, Rob. You’ve got OPM.” That’s other people’s money. The company encouraged enrollees to hit up family members, take out loans, max out credit cards… do whatever they had to do to get that money.
Styler got the money and went into business. He found a couple of Spanish speaking guys to hit the Spanish speaking market and, after a great deal of concentrated effort and lots of OPM, ended up being among the rare people who actually made money at Equinox. But along the way, he saw people lose their shirts. He also pulled some amazing financial stunts himself, especially considering his terrible credit. Equinox encouraged its people to exude the illusion of wealth, even if they were days away from eviction from their apartments, they had no idea where their next meal was coming from, and their cars were running on fumes.
People working at Equinox rented their desks for $500 a month, paid for their own newspaper ads, and paid for their own phone lines. Those who opened up offices had to pay for the leases themselves; nothing was covered by the company. Moreover, enrollees had to attend and pay for training seminars put on by Bill Gouldd. Bill Gouldd was frequently abusive to Equinox enrollees, never hesitating to humiliate them publicly. Styler himself was the victim of Gouldd’s abusive barbs several times. I was shocked reading what this man endured. And yet, here he was, writing about how he was an academic all star, former athlete, Returned Peace Corps Volunteer, the son of a doctor and stepson of a professor, and now he was in this huge mess.
Styler divorced Marina and married another Equinox enrollee. Bill Gouldd performed the ceremony. Styler sent $50 to the Universal Life Church so that Gouldd could become an ordained minister. Gouldd was late for the ceremony and treated Styler with contempt on his wedding day. The second marriage lasted about six months; however, Styler managed to remain friends with both his first and second wives. At one point, he lives with both of his ex wives, his first ex wife’s new husband, his son, and his son’s half-brother. Very weird, in my opinion, but great for them if they can be friendly enough to live together.
Gouldd also made a point of sleeping with the female significant others of top earners within the company. When anyone questioned Gouldd’s abusive tactics, Gouldd would immediately cut them down. Like an overly controlling lover, Gouldd was quick to keep his people in line. As a reader I was both fascinated and horrified by Gouldd’s abusive treatment of fellow human beings. I was also shocked that people would allow him to treat them that way… and PAY for the privilege! Then I was eternally grateful that I didn’t get involved with this outfit myself.
Styler fortunately managed to pull out of Equinox before its big downfall. When he informed Gouldd of his decision, he stated that the business plan was too hard for most people to make any money. Also, Styler was sent to Mexico to start an Equinox program there; however the chances of the program succeeding there were nil since the economy in Mexico was so weak. Gouldd was expecting Mexicans to purchase company products at the same prices they were selling for in the United States and he had similar expectations of distributors.
In 2000, Equinox International was sued in at least eight states for illegal pyramid scheme operation. Bill Gouldd has been barred from ever having anything to do with a multi-level marketing business in the United States again.
I found this book very interesting and timely. How many of us have looked in the employment section and seen those vaguely worded ads for jobs that say “Wild and crazy, rock and roll atmosphere! Need twenty-five people today!” and wondered what they were for? I read the book in about two nights; since I actually went through an “interview” with Equinox, I could relate to Styler’s initial experience. In fact, I remember being very impressed with the slick presentation I saw. Thank God I had a healthy measure of common sense on hand that day as I sat through the Equinox presentation and didn’t get involved with with that scam. Instead, I got out of my parents’ house by joining the Peace Corps!
It’s pretty obvious to me that this book was published inexpensively. The font used is large, the paper is cheap, and the artwork is kind of cheesy. It looks like maybe Styler self-published the book– not such a bad thing, but obvious that he’s not an established writer. However, the book is well-written and his story serves as a great warning about multi-level marketing schemes. It’s definitely a revealing book on a subject you might not otherwise think to read about.
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Yesterday, the weather was predictably nasty. Bill decided to take the dogs for a quick walk before the rain started in earnest. As he was walking along the main drag, Arran decided to drop a load. Bill was stooped over picking up the mess when a “scraggly” looking guy passed. Just as Bill finished cleaning up the poop, Arran took a couple of steps and cocked his leg on a cement pillar that formed part of an archway.
The scraggly guy turned and said, in German, that letting the dogs pee on structures isn’t a good thing to do. Bill said, “Ja, ja.” and went on about his day. Then he came back home and stewed about the encounter for awhile. Bill is unusually conscientious and takes public rebukes to heart. I could tell he was upset about that confrontation. I can’t blame him for that. I hate it when random people speak to me, particularly when they really need to fuck off and mind their own business.
For some reason, it seems like Bill runs into people like this more than I do. So I told him I thought he should develop R.B.F.
You know what that is, right?
I posted about it on Facebook, and my friend Meryl wrote, “Huh?”
Resting Bitch Face. I think Bill should develop one.
One of my other longtime friends who, I guess, is often shocked by the things I say and write, commented that she was grateful that someone asked what R.B.F. is so she wouldn’t have to. I thought it was self-explanatory. I have a pretty good R.B.F. myself. I think a lot of women develop one so they won’t be harassed by men. Seriously, if you look unpleasant and unapproachable, most people will leave you alone. It’s a great defense mechanism. Today’s featured photo is an example of one of my MANY R.B.F.s. Actually, in that photo, I was pretty pissed off.
As Bill was telling this story, I was cracking up. I told him he should have pulled out his Schwanz and taken a piss, too. It’s not like we haven’t seen dozens of European men peeing in public, although they don’t typically do it on busy thoroughfares. But the weather is so chilly that it would have meant instant shrinkage. We’re talking a stack of dimes shrinkage. Bill isn’t that bold, anyway.
I usually try not to let Arran pee on buildings, though, mainly because I don’t enjoy being confronted by random people about my dog’s natural toileting habits. Arran peed on that pillar because many other dogs have peed there. That’s like the community bulletin board for dogs. They go by and leave their urinary calling cards for all of the other dogs in the neighborhood. It’s Arran’s way of saying “Arran wuz here.”
The one time anyone German (other than ex landlady) ever spoke to me about my dogs’ potty habits was pretty positive. I was walking Zane and Arran through the field near us and one of the dogs pooped near a wood pile. I was cleaning up the pile when a guy drove up in his truck. He had a look on his face that told me I was about to be confronted. I immediately got nervous, because I figured the guy was going to yell at me. Then I realized that the look on his face wasn’t one of annoyance. In fact, he looked amazed and appreciative.
The man explained in German that people were regularly letting their dogs go potty by his wood pile, but they usually just leave their dogs’ piles of crap there. So he was delighted to catch me cleaning up after my dogs and was offering thanks. That was a memorable experience and every time I pass that woodpile, I remember it with a smile.
Hearing Bill relate that story also reminded me of a funny memory from several years ago, when we visited Rome. We were wandering around the city and happened to pass a church, where a homeless looking guy was sitting on the steps, drinking a beer. Another man was passing and shamed the homeless looking dude for drinking on the church steps. The street person did not seem affected by the shaming. He casually raised his bottle as if to offer a sip to the guy who had just yelled at him. It was pretty funny.
As I sit here writing this, I’m reminded of how much I miss traveling and interacting with people. We have had so many funny things happen to us, especially in Europe. Like, for instance, the time we were in a Seville restaurant drinking wine. A bum came in begging for spare change. This guy was pretty ballsy and had a sense of humor. He was very persistent about begging for change, and I was a bit drunk. The bum and I ended up engaging in a really funny exchange, so at my prompting, Bill gave the guy a euro or two. Then I told him to beat it.
I really hope this COVID-19 crisis eases up soon so we can have some fun again. It’s pretty sad when a random encounter with a German guy over dog whiz results in a blog post. I miss creating memories. Hell, it’s almost time for President’s Day, which is typically a long weekend we use for traveling to other places. Last year, we went to France. It’s also Fasching season, which usually means there will be festivals involving costumes, drinking, and partying in the streets. In 2019, we even got mooned while eating in a restaurant! But not this year. 🙁
We can’t go anywhere or celebrate Carnival, because everything is locked down. I guess the one consolation is that the weather is positively shitty right now and will be so for probably another week to ten days, at the very least. So another precious long weekend gets lost to the stupid virus. At least we have Noyzi here to provide some fun. And at least we live in a comfortable home, in a neighborhood where people are generally nice and leave us alone. I don’t have to employ my R.B.F. very often in these parts. I guess I have to take my victories wherever I can find them.
I decided to take yesterday off from writing. It was mainly because in the wee hours of Friday morning, I awoke at about 2:00am and had trouble getting back to sleep. I had been having an erotic dream. I don’t have a lot of those anymore, so I was disappointed when I woke up. Weirdly enough, I dreamt I was having sex with Wil Wheaton. I have never even thought about having sex with him, so I’m not sure where that came from. Maybe it’s because I was recently triggered on his page. He’s definitely cute, but we’re both happily married to other people, so I doubt that’s a dream that will ever come to fruition.
Once my eyes cracked open, I got up to go to the bathroom. And then– sorry for the TMI– but I got a case of the shits. After I was finished, I left the bathroom and noticed I smelled it in another room, only it wasn’t of the human variety. Arran, bless his heart, sometimes poops when he sleeps, so I thought maybe that was the issue. But I didn’t see any evidence of that, so I checked on Noyzi, who was in his bed. The smell of poop also faded downstairs, so I could tell he wasn’t the culprit. Noyzi still doesn’t venture upstairs on his own.
Then I went into my office and, though I wasn’t wearing my contacts, I could see a fuzzy, stinky, brown puddle on one of my nice rugs. It’s one that doesn’t get walked on a lot, so it’s still pretty pristine. Arran had gone in there and dropped some diarrhea. Bill got up and cleaned up the mess while I let the dogs out. Noyzi went out and pooped, too… and it was at that point that I realized we all must have eaten something bad. Later on, Bill also had a touch of the shits. My guess is was the chicken from the chicken man, who sells his wares on Thursdays. This has never happened before, so I count it as a “one off”, as the Brits would put it.
In any case, I was kind of tired yesterday and not in the mood to write. I also find that when I take a day or two off, it’s good for my brain. Gives me a chance to refresh. Gives my readers a chance to catch up, if they want to… not that many people do. Right now, it appears I have lots of folks interested in my posts about Jocelyn Zichterman, Scott Drummond, Richard Jahnke, and Erin McCay George. These are all mostly book reviews, which rarely get a lot of attention when I first post them, but later attract readers. That’s one reason why I’ve been reposting stuff from my original blog. The book reviews are fairly “evergreen”– as in they attract views and money, if this blog were monetized, which it’s not. I post the book reviews as a “service” for the interested. Sometimes I read and review books that others are interested in but may not want to buy or can’t borrow.
I spent all day yesterday watching Snapped episodes from 2013. If I were still writing my old blog, I might write about some of the cases I saw on that show. Like, for instance, Nancy Gelber’s case… I found her a fascinating subject. She’s a wannabe author who self-published a novel called Temporary Amnesia, which boasts a very complicated storyline that she claims she dreamt up when she was a teenager. She said that’s where a lot of her ideas come from– her dreams– which are apparently even weirder than mine are.
Nancy’s book is on Amazon.com and it gets terrible reviews. I would probably hate it, and I sure don’t want to spend the amount of money they’re asking for it, especially since Nancy Gelber is a criminal. However, as someone who is interested in psychology, I found her very interesting to listen to. You can tell that beneath her cheerful, chatty demeanor, she’s a hot mess psychologically. Gelber tried to have her ex husband bumped off, but “hired” an undercover cop instead of a real hit man. Then, she claimed that she hadn’t known what she was doing.
It’s actually interesting to watch this show, as opposed to the Snapped episode. It offers more of her ex husband’s viewpoint.
Nancy says she’s going to go to hell… and admits that having her husband offed is a “horrible” thing to do, as she laughs. On this show, she seems a lot more sinister than she appeared to be on Snapped. If you see her on Snapped, she seems a lot more pleasant and normal. How scary for Jody Gelber, her ex husband. I wish I were more of an expert in psychology. She seems like a fascinating subject. I’d love to know what her DSM V diagnosis is. My guess is narcissist, for sure.
This morning, after I watched the YouTube videos about Nancy Gelber, I watched a couple more about Diana Lovejoy, who in 2017, fainted when she was found guilty of murder for hire. I’m not familiar with her case at all. I just found her reaction to the verdict fascinating.
I probably should get back into reading more true crime, now that I’m less interested in politics. To be clear, I’ve never been all that interested in politics. I was just horrified by four years of Donald Trump and his delusional political theater of the absurd. Trump is now reportedly refusing to refer to himself as a former president. His new legal team is referring him to as the 45th POTUS, which is technically correct. BUT– their main defense in the upcoming impeachment trial is that Trump is no longer president and therefore can’t be impeached. So which is it? Rachel Maddow has a good chuckle about it in the video clip directly below this paragraph. If you ever wanted a textbook example of grandiose malignant narcissism, Trump is your guy. By the way, as far as I’m concerned, Trump was never MY president. 😉
And finally, I probably could opine about the recent uproar regarding country singer Morgan Wallen, who was caught on video drunk and uttering racist epithets in the middle of the street with his rowdy friends. He’s facing a lot of backlash… more than the idiots who stormed the Capitol last month, actually. Looks like his fans are still buying his music, even though he’s no longer eligible for music awards and his label has suspended him. I remember when the Dixie Chicks pissed off their base by dissing former President George W. Bush at a concert. They were quickly canceled by a lot of their more redneck fans and country radio. Morgan Wallen uses the n-word and many of his fans are still fine with him.
I hadn’t heard of him before this happened. I do remember reading about Morgan Wallen being canceled from a gig on Saturday Night Live because he was caught on video partying with a bunch of people while unmasked. SNL canceled him because his appearance would put a lot of people at risk. And now, they have another reason not to have him play.
I’m not big on cancel culture. I think people should have the ability to redeem themselves. Morgan Wallen, at age 27, is probably too old to be acting like a drunken frat boy, and I did see and hear the video… and there is no excuse for his behavior. I don’t know that it should ruin his career forever, but I do think that if you’re lucky enough to be able to make a living in the arts, you owe it to yourself and everyone else to realize that with that platform comes responsibility. And, sad to say, it shows an ugly side of him. Clearly, he’s comfortable using that kind of language casually, which is too bad. It’s not the word itself that is offensive– it’s the attitude and meaning behind it. And the fact that so many people are protesting about Wallen’s “right” to free speech and missing the fact that with that right comes responsibility. Yes, he has the “right” to say what he wants. BUT that doesn’t excuse him from consequences. Wallen needs to grow up.
Last night, I was listening to old school Chicago and marveling. I can’t name most of the members of that band. I’m sure being in Chicago, which has been around for many decades now, paid off handsomely for a lot of the members. It occurred to me that is a band– along with so many others– like Earth, Wind, & Fire, Blood, Sweat, & Tears, and Three Dog Night– comprised of people who are passionate about music rather than just money and fame. It occurred to me how much time, dedication, effort, and TEAMWORK goes into making that tight sound. These are very talented people working together for something awesome, not to be rich and famous. I’d like to hear much more from people like them, as opposed to privileged, clueless, jackasses like Morgan Wallen. Just saying.
Well, that about does it for today. Gotta finish the laundry and practice guitar on this dreary Saturday.
I’m reposting this article from my old blog. It originally appeared on August 10, 2018. I’ve decided to share it again as/is because it makes me laugh.I think we need a laugh, and I don’t feel like writing about the usual stuff today.I might do that anyway, because something is bound to irritate me… but here’s an alternative post for those who are sick of the usual 2020-21 topics. This was truly a WTF moment for me.
I had a “rude awakening” this morning. You know that expression, “rude awakening”? People often say it when someone is about to face reality in an unpleasant and unexpected way. Well, that’s not the type of rude awakening I had. I literally had a “rude awakening”… as in, someone rudely accused me of being rude and offensive!
Last night, just before I went to sleep, a Facebook friend who does stand up comedy posted this.
I don’t usually play along with these things, but decided to this time… perhaps it was my mistake.
So here was my response, which several people “liked”.
I didn’t think this was offensive. Given our president’s penchant for affairs and grabbing women by the pussy, I thought it was spot on.
Imagine my surprise this morning when someone called me out for being “rude and offensive”. Have a look.
Well, it’s not the first time someone has called me rude and offensive, but I was truly puzzled by this…
I gave some thought to going off on this guy, especially since it was about 5:00am and I hadn’t yet had my coffee. Fortunately for him, I was sitting on the toilet, which gave me a few minutes to compose my thoughts. Below was my response.
This was actually much nicer than the first response that came to mind.
Then, the guy came back with a response I never in my wildest dreams would have come up with, even on my most random thinking day. Behold…
Thanks for mansplaining this for me. I clearly never would have made the connection.
Honestly, I was baffled by this response. Yes, I am old enough to know who Ryan White was. He was my age and, when he died at 18 years old, was already 100 times the man Donald Trump is. Moreover, while he did have a infection that can be transmitted sexually, White did not himself contract AIDS sexually. He was a hemophiliac who received weekly blood transfusions to treat his condition. Unfortunately, he received blood that was tainted with the virus that causes AIDS, and that’s why he got sick.
Ryan White made headlines because he wanted to keep attending school. People in his community were ignorant about how AIDS is spread and fought to keep him out. White very bravely kept fighting and educating, and he eventually died a hero among my peers. I have tremendous respect for Ryan White. I have zero respect for Donald Trump. They are completely different people. In fact, Trump probably would have been squarely on the side of the people who wanted White banished from school. To bring Ryan White into a discussion about Donald Trump is, in my mind, the height of bad taste and offensiveness.
I never in a million years would have ever thought of Ryan White as being the reason I shouldn’t crack jokes about STIs. Even if Ryan White had contracted AIDS sexually, I just plain wouldn’t have made the connection. To be honest, I was initially very offended that this random stranger would make this kind of comment to me, a person he doesn’t know from Adam. But, once again, I fought the urge to write a nasty response. Instead, I posted this.
And he posted this…
Dude, I could have “thought” all day and never come up with the Ryan White/Donald Trump connection… That’s just a little “out there”, in my opinion. But thank you for the suggestion and the chastising.
I think it’s funny that as this conversation was occurring, I was actively thinking about what I was going to post. I really wanted to tell him off in an epically snarky way, but held off on doing that because I got the feeling he’s not your usual Internet troll.
And then I decided to add a suggestion of my own.
Wise counsel? I hope some people have learned from Trump’s White House fiasco.
I must admit that I was curious about this man. I wanted to know what made him call me out for insinuating that Donald Trump should have a sexually transmitted infection named after him. I went to his Facebook page and found it wide open, with a hodgepodge of odd public videos, YouTube videos of himself, and posts lamenting about cyberbullies and how miserable his life is.
It appears that some people have had a go at this dude, sending him mean-spirited private messages. And even though I did not engage him first, I guess he equated me with the Internet meanies for making a joke about Trump and STIs. Obviously, I didn’t do enough thinking about how Ryan White and Donald Trump have things in common.
Of course, I have no way of knowing what will offend people, especially those I don’t know. He took offense at my generic comment about our current White House occupant, but failed to realize that his very personal comment accusing me of being rude and offensive was much worse. After all, we don’t even know each other.
I am glad I didn’t give in to my initial impulse to blast him. Even though I think his comment about Ryan White is completely ridiculous, it appears that he’s troubled. I don’t know what his issues are, and I wish we hadn’t crossed paths, but I don’t want to cause him pain. I am a bit surprised that he wasn’t upset about another suggestion that appeared in response to that meme…
I mean, this seems more offensive to me than suggesting an STI named after Trump… but, like I always say, you never know what will shake the nuts from the trees.
This is what inspired the comment about monuments to fucking daughters…
Edited to add: The above comment was posted by a different person who was responding to the original meme, not to me. No one is in any danger or being threatened– the “daughter” referred to in the comment is Ivanka Trump and the comment refers to Donald Trump’s statements about how he’d want to date her. The person who posted that is referring to a hypothetical monument named after Donald Trump. It’s just tasteless political humor. I’m sorry I wasn’t clearer about that.
Anyway… I think he will go on my block list so I don’t offend him again. Who’s got the time for that shit?