Ffolkes,
Possessing a passionate nature is not always a blessing. There are many times that my passion is so great that I feel as if I will burst if I cannot do something that will fulfill it somehow; to soothe it, or calm it so that I don’t feel as if I am trying to hold the leash of a rhinoceros who really, really wants to walk, NOW! The hard part of that is that taking the walk, or even slipping the leash off and letting it run, does not necessarily soothe the beast, or release the pent up energy. But, if it’s the only thing to do, or that CAN be done, well, we just have to try it, and hope for the best.
The other hard part of having unresolved passionate feelings is knowing that the event or issue that prompted the feelings is often something for which we have no solution, at least not in the short term. The reasons behind that failure of solution are not important, other than to point out that reality can often not be changed to suit our desires. But the fact of the matter is that our, or my, passion is thus being controlled by factors in the world over which I have little or no control, and that is a hard pill to swallow, especially for someone who feels responsibility for their own feelings and action. I HATE knowing that there are things going on in the world over which I have no control, and that those things are evil.
This line of thought was prompted by a couple of comments made by a reader who had been taking in some of the articles on human trafficking, sexual abuse, and sex trade practices that I have re-blogged, articles written by survivors, who know first-hand the evil of which I spoke above. The comment was a plaintive lament, expressing sorrow and astonishment at the extent and Medusa-nature of the trade in modern society, referencing a recent shut-down of a sex trade operation nearby, with the subsequent appearance of three new operations in the same area.
Her lament, naturally, struck a deep chord in me, for it echoes the hollow feelings of my passion over this issue, feelings so deep I weep, even now, as I think of the pain and degradation of my sisters who are trapped by those WOS assholes (I know, pretty lame insult for such evil; I’m still searching for words powerful enough to really show the level of hatred and disdain that I feel) (I don’t engage in hatred very much, it is generally an unproductive emotion. But, in the case of these people, a term I use in lieu of anything more accurate, I am making a deliberate exception to that policy, allowing myself to hate them without reservation…. damn straight I am…..) who engage in the sex trade.
Sometimes, the only way I can stop myself from crying is to envision myself walking into a place like the Mustang Ranch, or some other brothel in any random city, and methodically assassinating any male figure that stepped into my sight, customer or staff, preferably with some sort of hollowpoint ammunition that would make a real mess when I shoot them in the head. That vision will usually make me feel better, if only for a moment or two.
For now, though, all I can do is try to help these women, who have survived and moved on, but have the compassion in them to want to share their strength with the other women, and children, still enslaved, to tell their story to the world, painful as that is for them. And all I can do to help, until I can get more ammunition anyway, is to help them to spread that story, to engage as many people in society as possible, who may then be pushed to add their voices, and their energies, to stopping this plague, this blight on society.
Since this issue has been present in society for many thousands of years, the eradication of it in its entirety will be a nasty, time-consuming job, not unlike getting rid of an insect infestation in a house or community. But it is a job that is long overdue for completion, so I’ll be doing whatever I can to help, for as long as I am well enough to type, and move a mouse around. (Or pull a trigger, but that is another story, yet to be written…. rest assured, before I die, I will personally take a significant number of assholes down….. one bullet for each asshole, one asshole for each sister I find there…..)
Well, that was a pleasant start to the day, wasn’t it? To be honest, I was torn up pretty well by the emotional storm this created within me…. but those last couple of lines had the beneficial effect of lifting my spirits quite nicely. I’m not sure what that says about me, getting my serenity from thinking about killing assholes, but, hey, too bad, so sad…. I refuse to feel any guilt over my intended future acts. The only guilt I intend to suffer over any of them will be if I miss with my first shot, and have to waste another round to put them down like the dirty, evil dogs they are…… karma be damned, in this case… I’ll take the risk.
“I must do something” will always solve more problems than, “Something must be done.” — Anonymous
There, that said, we can now go on to something a bit less dark and dreary…. well, we can if I can find an appropriate pearl to stimulate said lightness. Let’s go see what we can see, shall we?….. After you……
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“The rights of one are as sacred as the rights of a million.” — Eugene V. Debs, US labor leader.
(Note: Debs received one million votes in 1920 as candidate for US President, while serving a 10-year jail sentence for having said in June 1918: “Wars throughout history have been waged for conquest and plunder…the master class has always declared the wars; the subject class has always fought the battles.” Since we were at war, or just done with one, the beloved ruling class was able to label him a traitor for his words, thus hoodwinking the public, again….)
This pearl is another that doesn’t really need embellishment or long discussion, as I placed it here merely as a warning. Society today is no less tolerant of those who question those in power than it was just after WW I when Mr. Debs was cast down for dissing the beloved ruling class while they were in the middle of their victory dance. Though it is encouraging to note the number of intellectuals that were alert and active in 1920 at the polling booths, it must also be noted that, by virtue of force (i.e., shutting Debs up by locking him away on some trumped up charge) all million of those votes were effectively nullified, and made useless, except as a statement.
I think that all of us today who consider ourselves to be intellectuals, with responsibility to stay alert and speak out against the madness, would be well-advised to keep the example of Eugene Debs in mind, and be ready to repel any attempts to shut us up, by force, or by stealth, or by lying and cheating, all of which have been tried and true methods used by those in power…… Be alert, folks, the world needs more lerts, and that is NOT a joke, but a warning…..
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Just jiggle it a little, it’ll open. — Smart Bee Wisdom for the ages…. known only to those with the soul of a true engineer…
As a rule, I didn’t, and don’t, write about men/women relationships in a serious vein, a practice most likely left over from my years as a thoroughly married man, one who was, of course, subject to the rules and unwritten laws that go with any such social contract (and, if you are paying attention today, you’ll see I’m not about to start now….). Talking about the relationship seriously is DANGEROUS TERRITORY for a man alone, as such things are more in the purview of women, at least in my experience. I mean, regardless of how honestly, or sincerely, or logically, or reasonably I have approached discussions of a serious nature with a women in relationship, what I said had absolutely no impact at all on the outcome. None. Zero. Zip. Nada. Not a damn thing.
What I discovered in my years of experiencing the phenomenon is that the outcome of all such conversations is a foregone conclusion; whatever reason the woman had for initiating the conversation was irrelevant, as were any thoughts on the matter I might entertain. What was key was to learn to understand that they didn’t need or want any input from me, because their mind, and feelings, were already set in stone; the discussion was merely some kind of ritual formality, necessary to show that they were trying to discuss things with you, or in this case, me….. and my thoughts and feelings on the matter were not merely irrelevant, but counter-productive in their eyes. (Echoes of past cliches are resounding in my mind, but I’m far too polite to include them…. 🙂 …… )
One of the less emotional, but still potentially volatile, subjects that might prompt such discussion in a marriage involves chores, or tasks that come up in any household. For example, “Honey, the car is making a funny noise. Would you fix it, please?” Questions such as this are pretty common, from woman to man, wouldn’t you say? Common enough at my house for the fact to have surfaced that hey, I’m not a mechanic! The one class in school that I ever got less than a B was auto shop, and she KNOWS this. I’m not an ignoramus in the engineering field, but it is NOT my field of expertise by any stretch of the imagination.
Yet my wife would continually assign tasks to me for completion that a man who had worked for 30 years on cars would scratch his head at (not an exaggeration. I took a cars to my VW guru more than once, asking him to track down whatever it was she heard, and he would frequently give it back with no charge, because he couldn’t find anything wrong with it…. not once, not twice, but…. more than that….. at least four times I can remember…. not hard to remember as it was really embarrassing, every time….)
But it didn’t matter to her; she wanted it fixed, and that was my job, regardless of whether or not I had an engineering degree or not, and that was all she wanted to hear on the subject….. SIGH, it was tough living up to those kind of delusions, er, standards, when she obviously believed the following to be a natural law, and expected me to be able, or even willing, to obey it…..
“Anything can be made to work if you fiddle with it long enough.” — Wyszkowski’s Second Law
By God, for a moment there, it all made sense…
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“It is a blessed thing that in every age some one has had individuality enough and courage enough to stand by his own convictions. I believe it was Magellan who said, “The church says the earth is flat; but I have seen its shadow on the moon, and I have more confidence even in a shadow than in the Church.” On the prow of his ship were disobedience, defiance, scorn, and success.” — Robert G. Ingersoll, quoted in _The Great Quotations_
And, on that note, we offer the following…..
1. Politics without principle
2. Wealth without work
3. Commerce without morality
4. Pleasure without conscience
5. Education without character
6. Science without humanity
7. Worship without sacrifice
— Gandhi’s Seven Social Sins
Of these principles, I can fully support 6 of 7, which is the best percentage of belief I’ve admitted to for ANY system of philosophy, so, good for Mahatma…. These two short statements don’t really need my comments, so I’m not going to give any, other than to say that both are very good meditation focus tools, with just a bit of practical editing to put them in the right form, as mindful questions to answer during our meditations…… enjoy!….
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Ingredients: vodka, tomato juice, Tabasco, Worcestershire sauce, A-1 steak sauce, ice, salt, pepper, celery.
Fill a large tumbler with vodka.
Throw all the other ingredients away.
— The Real Man’s Bloody Mary
Having been a bartender for a time, I rather enjoyed making Bloody Mary’s for the club members. As a chef, too, I played with recipe a bit, and came up with a pretty good set of proportions that made the list of classical ingredients able to be brought together into a “perfect” Bloody Mary, by the reports of the members. So, knowing those ingredients, upon reading the above, I was able, and happy, to burst into guffaws of laughter at the last line. Funny, funny, funny shit! My recipe, which, classically, contains no A-1 sauce (an abomination!), and does contain both celery salt and fresh, strong horseradish, (along with my secret, a half teaspoon of chopped garlic) was popular with a number of the early golfers. But there WAS one member, who came in to play 18 holes just about every day, who would come in and ask for his personal Bloody Mary, (which he told his wife was what he drank while playing each morning).
This gentleman’s (he was no duffer, for sure….) version of the classic drink called for a 32 ounce opaque white cold cup, ice to 2/3 filled, then filled to the top of the cup with straight vodka from the well, a decent, but cheap plonk (it worked out to about 8 or 9 shots of vodka per drink). He’d slap a lid on it, take a huge swallow, grin, ask me to replace the swallow, and hit the course, both of us fully aware that regardless of his score on the front nine, he would be picking up an identical refill on the turn.
Now, that was a drinking man! Can’t say I admired him, particularly, as a man, because he had a son and daughter, and no doubt spent too much time wasted to be of much use as a father. But I did stand in amazement at how well he could play golf in that condition (he maintained an honestly earned handicap of 4; he was very, very good, according to his partners, all damn good golfers themselves…..), and at his liver, which hadn’t killed him by the time I left…..
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“It has been said that trees are imperfect men, and seem to bemoan their imprisonment rooted in the ground. But they never seem so to me. I never saw a discontented tree. They grip the ground as though they liked it, and though fast rooted they travel about as far as we do. They go wandering forth in all directions with every wind, going and coming like ourselves, traveling with us around the sun two million miles a day, and through space heaven knows how fast and far!” — John Muir, American Naturalist (1838-1914)
John Muir probably did as much, and more, to ensure the preservation of much of the American wilds as any man who ever lived; his lifelong love affair with Mother Nature was not a front. His passion and sheer joy at being out of doors, almost anywhere, but especially in his beloved Yosemite, was obvious in every one of the thousands and thousands of words he wrote, trying to describe what he saw and felt when he was connected to Nature (always capitalized in his mind). He was a good writer, with excellent observational skills, and an engaging style. But, when waxing poetic about the wonders of his love for Nature, he tended to well, gush….. and since he had a very extensive, powerful vocabulary, his is not just gushing, but major gushing….. it can get everywhere if it spills….. 🙂
It’s okay, that is not a complaint, or intended to disparage. It’s just a personal opinion, from a curmudgeon in training, who gets a bit weary after a while of all the hyperbole Mr. Muir uses in his descriptions …. but THIS quote is perfect, to me, and I like it a lot. The image of Man and Tree walking the earth together, side by side as we ride our planetary roller coaster through space, is a lovely one, bringing a smile to my face upon first reading it. I was reminded of the scenes in the Lord of the Rings Trilogy where the hobbits, Pippin and Merry, are introduced to, and learn to appreciate, Greybeard, the Ent, the last and oldest tree in Middle Earth, the remaining guardian of all the less-sentient trees…. a truly wonderful vision of the inter-connecting lines of life force that are common to all the creatures and plants who inhabit Earth….. and not a gush to be seen….. lovely.
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Wow. 0711 and I’m done. Not bad, even if I did start before 0500 by a good half hour….. I’ll take it. Maybe today, I can actually get a jump on the day’s email, before it has a chance to bury me again. Yesterday evening, I found myself still going through emails I had not gotten to yet, from 4/3/12, three days ago last night.
It is getting discouraging; I had it down to only 20 unread, and about 85 read but not yet site-visited, for those posts I wanted to acknowledge, or read more fully. Now this morning when I finish this, I flip over to email and find…… yup, as I suspected, 45 new emails to read….. SIGH… the price of fame, or in my case, an equal amount of folly, I suppose.
No es importa, es una problema personal, verdad? Si…. Y’all take care out there…..
Sometimes I sits and thinks,
and sometimes
I just sits.
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Kowabunga!
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Boy, sometimes my proof reading skills seem to be non-existent… three errors found so far. Though small, and barely noticeable unless you are actively looking for them, nonetheless t’is enough to convince me to stop looking, before I’m tempted to edit the post, which ALWAYS screws up the formatting, for some reason, and I can never get it back to what it should look like…. SIGH…. more mea culpas… good thing I’m not Catholic, and don’t have to remember this for confession tomorrow…. because I am burning the air with numerous words that are not on the list of acceptable expressions of frustration for those with a background of catechism recited in front of a priest…..
Great writing, and I loved the John Muir quote. I grew up close to Yosemite, and visited Muir Woods up by where I live now…just a month or so ago. Thanks to you for your writing, your entertainment, and your wisdom. 🙂
Thanks! I’m glad you enjoyed it, and it’s nice to hear…. take care and Blessed Be….
Good post Ned. I know what you mean about falling behind on e-mails and reading blogs! Time seems to be going faster and faster – especially since daylight savings time! It’s just getting weird how fast the minutes are going by!
Thanks…. in truth, I spent five hours today, and caught completely up… I was ruthless with my delete button, so much so I am positive my wrist will be swollen in the morning… but I did it, and can now try to get to a couple of projects I’ve been putting off… and yes, all-too-few minutes in the day, compared to how many I could make use of better. Here’s to a bit of a slow-down for a day or so, eh? It would be nice to have time to bend over enough to smell a rose, if not a rat….. 🙂 See ya tomorrow…
“Just jiggle it a little, it’ll open. — Smart Bee Wisdom for the ages…. known only to those with the soul of a true engineer…”
There is a lot more truth in this than people belief.
As an engineer of many decades standing, I tell you when it doesn’t work this is what you ought to do:
1. Step one – tell your assistant to go get the tech manual
2. Step two – look around and ensure you’re alone
3. Step three – pull out the hammer…no not that hammer, that hammer – the calibrated one
4. Step four – give the offending piece of machinery a hard solid whack! It WILL work!
5. Step five – diligently fiddlle with some knobs as your assistant hurries back
6. Step six – spew some esoteric mumbo jumbo to explain what you did – to wit: I checked the servo to ensure the spindle is in alignment and noticed that the fulcrum on the gimbal was misaligned, probably caused by W&T and that gave a hint…get the hint?
if you believe that – believe this – I am the grandson of Czar Nicholas and shall one day reclaim my rightful throne…
I not only believe it, but I keep a hammer right on my desk for those technical glitches that occur on a regular basis around here…. and I can get you medication for that Czar Nicholas thing…. you don’t want the Russian throne anyway, it gets really cold in Moscow….
Interesting post, as always. I appreciate and relate the the reference to the Rhino and passion.
On the sex trafficking front though I have a few misgivings. In cases where there is a child involved, crimes of violence against any Male or Female, around sex, it needs to be addressed. As you say though, there will most likely not be a solution. These men women and children are slaves and deserve to be free. Attaining said freedom though is a complicated social psychic matter.
Then there is the age old profession of prostitution, [known by many other names]. This I believe is different from trafficking. To get the two confused, that all women, or men, involved in the sex industry and victims,held hostage, violated or are slaves, muddy’s up the issues that do need to be looked at.
And only because you mentioned the well groomed golf-aholic, wink, will I say that it is interesting to note that that the sex trafficking industry, almost all vile and violent crime actually, are in nearly every case, linked to alcohol and drug use. It sounds like that golfer you served might have easily been one of the men who could afford to disappear in Thailand, or a fancy hotel in the US where someone would serve him up a scared little girl. The men, and women, paying for these children are people who many times live everyday lives otherwise.
While I will agree with your observation re: the predilections of the golfer, and his moral debilitation, I have to disagree strongly with your opinion as to prostitution.
In the articles I’ve read, and re-blogged recently, the fallacy of your argument is forcefully disputed by the very women who were in the sex trade, and were able to get themselves out. They point out the long standing false assumptions based on the lies of those in positions of power that are exemplified in the very statement you made above, to wit, confusion implied in thinking there are those who “volunteer” to become sex trade workers.
According to these women, the percentage of such voluntary whores is so small as to be nonexistent. Like the Vivian character in Pretty Woman said, “It’s not anybody’s childhood dream to be a hooker….” That you would repeat that fallacy only proves their assertion in my mind, that the lies are of long standing, and are given credence because some male voice of authority has completed a study and makes such conclusions, citing statistics of his own choosing in support of his base lies….. The women who actually have experienced the reality of this atrocity have a completely different viewpoint….
I urge you to visit two sites from which I am drawing much of the information on which I am basing my opinion…. and from whose authors I draw immense inspiration…. these are powerful voices, with real pain and terror in their past, and I believe every word they have written….
http://secretlifeofamanhattancallgirl.wordpress.com/
http://secretdiaryofadublincallgirl.wordpress.com/
I do not mean to imply any judgment on my part of you, or of your beliefs, as being evil, or to imply you are ignorant, But I cannot let your statement go without questioning it, as it is directly contradictory to what these women have shown me to be what I believe is the truth of the matter, not the lies that I have been told all my life…..and I hope you will take the time to visit their sites, and think about what they have written…
Thanks, and Blessed Be….
I have and do think about many of the things you are saying here. I would not say that I “technically’ was a prostitute, or an escort, as I didn’t get ‘directly’ paid, for my services, but I did offer my services, for some of the same reasons the women in the two sites [which I did search around in] did. I was also abused as a child and have lived through and learned to overcome many PTSD symptoms as my family experience was very violent.
I am clearly aware of the ‘male dominance factor’ and sex and survival. And I don’t believe that a child, and even an adult who has been duped, drugged, beaten, and stolen, and is therefore trapped, is responsible for the things that happen. And many of those things are indeed beyond imagination horrific.
I am also aware of stereo typing. In fact in your post where you talk about what it was like being married to a woman there was alot of that going on. Not all men are like you, not all women are like your wife was. And that is what I am saying here. It is very complicated. Not all the men who pay for the services of an escort are bad men. Sex, the instinct of sex is complicated. Not all women hate selling sex. However, I do not think those women would admit it. Another stereo type is the woman who doesn’t feel it’s bad. If it is a satisfying choice for her and she admitted that, WHAT would people think about her? Let me be clear here. I am not talking about a slave, I am talking about choice. There is a difference.
I was wounded early on by some ignorant drunken men and one of the things I work to overcome is not buying into the lie that all men are bad, not to be trusted. Men are as broken as women. God, Lust and Money hunger, have shredded us all. We are all sick, violated, and violent toward self and others. Some much more than others.
I believe deeply that both men and women are accountable [notice I did not say responsible] for what is happening in our world. The layers are deep and old. Until we begin to search out the underlying causes of the hell we are creating we will not be able to live, together, responsibly on the planet.
In the big big bigger organic picture, we, men and women are both important, broken or not. And we are also completely irrelevant as far as what the universe has in store for itself.
We agree you and I. I have read many books on this topic. Some so horrible I couldn’t sleep when the images popped into my mind. I am also the mother of three sons. Have spent time around many blossoming fertile [manipulative] women.
When one of my sons entered university, got thrown into the pool of bleeding female sharks, so to speak, it was interesting to listen to him articulate HIS feelings around those women, [college girls]. I observed as they used their bodies like seductive toys, and then weapons, once they realized he, or other unsuspecting targets, were not the guy [s], well their exact words to me were, the “sugar daddy” they were looking for. I have listened to many young women brag and talk about how they use their bodies to get what they want. To get back at other women. To get out of taking responsibility for things. This is one of the complicated layers that I am talking about when I present my argument. There are far to many free women who use their bodies to use men and when that doesn’t work they turn it around on men. I have been one of those women. It even happens in good old down home marriages. Men working really hard to please her, so she will please him. IT”S DEEP AND COMPLICATED.
Long response, one worthy of a post…. I’m about to start my morning post, and will come back later to answer more fully, but want you to know I agree with about 99.9% of what you’ve said; the only difference, I think, is in how accountable we hold certain folks who are involved. I do believe that any woman who feels that her body is her only way to control men, or others, has been indoctrinated already, and needs to be re-parented. I also believe that any woman who enters that trade because she thinks the life is attractive is delusional; and women who enjoy or embrace that sort of interaction are completely broken inside, emotional cripples without even knowing it….
But, I also did want to agree strongly with one part of what you said, and that is that women will not be free until men are free of their own prejudices and misconceptions. It is indeed complicated, and of long standing in our culture…. in my mind, two more reasons to speak out, and work to make the changes needed to protect our sisters and children from the sociopathic wolves who prey on other humans and their misery….
More later, but I think we are both sort of preaching to the choir…. both of us want the same end, just slightly different roads to get there…. take care, & thanks for the measured response…. I gotta go write before I explode…. 🙂 Blessed Be…..
As ever you have left me with less self satisfaction and more to ponder , that is a thank you and not a complaint!! OH! and as to the email and comments some times I feel I need to call the avalanche rescue team..keep on pearling!!
Good… I’m glad you took something away with you… as for the email, I’ve got it whipped. Severe discipline and major delete button action has cleared the inbox… I was RUTHLESS! No worries, can’t seem to quit pearling… see ya, and Blessed Be….