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Conspiracy – a reblog from Thotpurge
Published June 17, 2018 by Nan MykelWish I’d written that…
Wish I’d written that…
Let’s party like it’s 1399 by Robert Wertzler CABBAGESANDKINGS524
Going forward.
It is not too late to nip this cancer in the bud and return to America as the land of freedom and democracy, even improving on what we had before — preferably with some new checks and balances put in place to prevent anything like this from ever happening again. But the hour is getting late and the cancer is metastasizing. One positive effect of Trumpism and the carnage it’s creating is that finally, higher human values like I mentioned in the last paragraph are being given the respect due them again. There is a general recognition by two thirds of Americans — even by traditional Republicans (both Bushes are among them) — that these values have been devalued for so long that they are now are nearly nonexistent in American politics, and demonized where they appear (compassion and kindness are now “socialism”). Narcissism has run amok, ignorance is admired, and greed has been glorified. Sociopathy is now becoming acceptable. Over time, these vices have been turned into virtues instead of the destructive forces they really are. But there’s a painful awareness now, a passion for truth, and a desire to repair or reclaim what has been lost or damaged that I see now among most people. Two thirds of us strive to be rid of the invasive cancer of societal malignant narcissism, a desire that wasn’t evident before 2017. In addition, like the narcissism blogger I discussed in the beginning of this article, some of us have been transformed spiritually in the face of this existential darkness, and in spite of the ominous threat of being silenced held over us, we are finally finding our voices.
I have to believe that good will always “trump” evil (pun intended).
It always does, in the end.
(Unfortunately the above originally appeared in 2017 and we are still struggling to find our voices)
I’ve suspected a brain tumor. That must be it! I pray it is, not reality.
People turned into spiders, with many webs to store their prey?
What is draining love out of the United States and is there any hope on the horizon?
Facebook.com/artistjoshuablewettI’m cogitating on this. Later.
Very educational. Thanks to bellibone’s Afterward blog (have I got it right?)

The first three categories are defined in term of whom the folks in that category want to go to bed with. The final category is about who the folks there want to go to bed as even when they go to bed alone.
First of all, I have been in many support group meetings and only rarely, believe it or not, does the subject of bedroom sex come up. It is simply so far off topic that we rarely venture there.
And I have never seen it hold the attention of the group more than briefly.
Questions of identity, of acceptance or rejection, the practical problems of transition or of dealing with prejudice and discrimination, yes, those come up all the time. But rarely does erotic sex emerge as a topic.
It is impossible to predict from knowing that someone is trans the sort of person they will…
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Excellent point! I agree.
I’ve been told more than once that I have a weird sense of humor, but boy is it a tension reliever, as I just remembered a few minutes ago while plotting my book’s transgendered M2F heroine, who was discussing a presentation topic with a friend in their advanc
ed human sexuality class. My heroine had been under a lot of emotional strain that week, and when her friend suggested the topic of sex with animals, my heroine lost it. She made a public spectacle of herself, laughing in the university’s cafeteria, and her companion finally joined her in laughter. I know it’s really an unusual, but not funny topic, but anyway that scene came to me.
It was then that I flashed on a scene from yesterday’s Spectrum installation visit and saw it as humorous. It had not occurred to me to see it as humorous until then. (Maybe I had been under a lot of emotional strain too, and didn’t realize it). Anyway, the Spectrum helper was a very serious, dedicated, earnest and courteous young man of color who “yes ma’am”ed me for everything. After connecting the tv in my livingroom we adjourned to my bedroom, where he began working on a smaller and older television set.
I had to warn him that the tv was sitting atop a board which was under a flannel sheet and held up by an elderly person’s potty chair. He seriously said “Yes ma’am,” but then at one point the board almost tipped the tv off. Disaster was averted, however.
P.S. After looking up zoophilia and bestiality I’m appalled. I don’t think she knew what she was laughing at either.
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Isn’t that a jazzy title?
We both are nervous about the age of robots that we already have one foot in. Gates is quoted as saying, “I don’t understand why some people are not concerned.” (The Hightower Lowdown Vol 19, No. 9). I say “I am concerned.”
Hightower reports that Forrester Research predicts that by 2021, robots will have eliminated 6% of all US jobs…The employment of robot cooks in fast food chains could affect 2.3 million in the US alone. “It’s a capitalist’s paradise, where the workforce doesn’t call in sick or take vacations, can’t file lawsuits, doesn’t organize unions–and is cheap.”
In 2014 Deep Knowledge Ventures, a Hong Kong financial corporation, chose a robot to serve on its board of directors. Citing its superior ability to analyze and predict market trends, their board of directors made it an equal member of the board with a full vote on investments. (hightowerlowdown.org)
At least I didn’t write “Me and Stephen Hawking,” though I could. He is quoted as warning that robots could spell the end of the human race….taking off on their own and redesigning themselves at an ever-increasing rate.
I wanted to share an old family photo with you, and also to make sure you know about VOR, a real disability advocacy group.
I like your site and can’t figure out how to send you a photo in some other manner.

Respond to pain the moment you think you see it…
Photo Credit: Housing Works Thrift Shops
Met a cool guy named Andy. Started a business with him (and they later married). Business skyrocketed and became a household name (at least, in any household including teens or young women).
A New York Times headline describes her as the woman “Whose Handbags Carried Women Into Adulthood,” passionate and approachable.
She and Andy seemed to be unbelievably well-matched partners. He came up with the rough draft. She ran with his ideas and crafted the finished product.
Friends said the couple were “perfect” partners in business and life.
She sold her stake in the business shortly after the birth of their daughter. Even in her absence, the website still seems to draw from her unassuming, quirky, vibrant personality.
The designer told Moneyish last year she wouldn’t trade the time with her only child in exchange for her self-titled brand “in…
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I was in fifth grade when I first became aware of a character defect in me, though I didn’t label it as such at the time. A bunch of us were in line for the teacher’s desk to have her check our papers and someone broke in line in front of me, whereupon I got out of line and retired to my desk, where I pouted. Does that suggest some kind of self punishment? Not as much as I had in the seventh grade when I recall reading the newspaper “social page” for reports of parties I hadn’t been invited to!
Of course the number of my character defects has increased exponentially–or at least my awareness of them–but one that remains is a stubborn unforgiveness of being called a liar directly or indirectly. In the early part of ninth grade the teacher caught someone talking when she wasn’t supposed to and in my loose boundaries and over identification tendencies I put my hand over my mouth in empathic reponse, and the teacher mis-interpreted my response and accused me of having talked, too. I told her I hadn’t and she disputed me. In other words, said I was lying. Then, much later, a nice intelligent woman whom I respected indirectly called me a liar and I have never been able to forgive her. An attorney friend had given me his home phone number in connection with our mutual participation in public access. I
lost the number and needed to reach him, so I contacted a mutual friend requesting his number, explaining that he’d given it to me but I had lost it, and she refused. That was calling me a liar, too. This was about 20 years ago and I haven’t re-friended her–though I doubt she’s missed me.
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