Even the Bros Know

Heartbreaking photograph: A new image emerged of the scene immediately after the shooting of Michael Brown today. The photo shows shocked onlookers watch as police peer at the teen's dead body

I cannot make this any clearer. I am so tired of this back and forth, ‘the cop knew’, ‘the cop didn’t know’. This article contains a phone conversation complete with English translation, about who climbed in the squad on top of whom, about who turned and ran back after the cop after being told to stop, etc.

Judge for yourself, but if you cannot come to the conclusion that Michael Brown was an aggressor and not even close to being an innocent victim, then something is wrong with your rationality. I am SOOO tired of white people having to defend their perfectly rational and correct actions because of some crowd mentality hooliganism by a bunch of nitwits that have huge chips on their shoulders.

I have to keep dragging out the story of the Irish families having to flee St. Mel’s parish, about being a member of a minority population, (me, 3 – 4%), about quit your whining and bitching and be the best you that you can be so you can be proud of your own fucking self and you can quit needing a bunch of ignorant misfits to validate your existence. Get with the program.

We are supposed to be a civilized Nation, a democratic Republic about to be over run and terrorized by godless savages that will cut your stupid fucking head from your stupid fucking shoulders in a trice, for no reason at all. So, man the fuck up and be an American, not an ethnic or minority this or that.

What the fuck is wrong with you people?

http://www.westernjournalism.com/breaking-michael-brown-shown-flashing-appears-bloods-gang-signs/

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UNEMPLOYMENT

My spouse is retired. He receives several pensions. His health is no longer A+. He “works” as a recruiter for a Fortune 500 company that deals in financial products. He is productive and useful but can come and go as he wishes. He enjoys it. He likes to talk. He likes to feel persuasive. He likes to “shoot the shit”. He likes to tell stories — most specifically, sea stories. This job is ideal for him.

They receive resumes primarily from Career Builder which is a service of Chicago Tribune newspaper. He will take 50 resumes at a time and call the applicant. Of fifty, 48 will go to voice mail. That is how vested in the job search the applicants are. After he receives voice mail twice for a single person, he will usually text message them. About sixty per cent of the text messages get answered. This is an interesting illustration of the way computers have changed our lives, but that is just an aside. Out of one hundred percent of the people he has contact with, thirty percent will say, “I am not interested in that kind of work.” Or, “I can’t see myself doing that kind of work.” This reeks to me of a sense of entitlement. He has encountered this reply so frequently that he has a rote rejoinder available which often opens up a discourse. He asks how that compares with what they are now doing which is usually nothing.

Of the small amount of positive feedback he gets, which would mean people want to come in for a “training” session telling them about the company, its resources and opportunities, (It is not Amway.) the figures once again fragment. Maybe fifty or sixty percent of those people will agree to come into the office. About sixty per cent of the people that actually are given an appointment to learn more, which is really all that is on the table at this point, will not show up. Of the people that show up, about eighty per cent of those enter the employ of this company. This is actually six to ten people a week. After that, it is out of my husband’s ken, and other variables come into play which may be worth analyzing, but not by this company as they do just fine with these odds.

When people talk about how hard it is to get a job, no one mentions how selective certain people are, how entitled other people feel, and how lazy some of the job seekers are. My grand daughter, who, to be polite, can best be described as a flibberty jibbet, was recently “handed” a full time job with a major US corporation that has plans to expand to Europe and offers a wonderful benefit package. She doesn’t like the 45 minute drive to work. But she might stay there. Her Blue Cross ID and her dental insurance card came in the mail today.

“You can’t please ‘em all.” (Joni Mitchell)

The last two full time jobs I had, someone knocked on my front door and said, “So and so needs a such and such. Want it?” One was short-lived. One lasted six years and was ‘plum”. The full time job before that, I walked into a light manufacturing plant in my neighborhood and said, “Are you hiring?” That job lasted six years and was an incredible amount of fun. They also paid my college tuition, but I had to turn down their other benefits as my husband had them.

Reality check time.

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My husband’s new TV show

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Sarah Elle Emm’s husband! So much fun. Beautiful mouth-watering show, charming guy, Charles Mereday. Naples is an amazing city.

Originally posted on Sarah's View from the Bottom:

My husband, Chef Charles Mereday, has a new TV show, Back of the House with Charles Mereday. Watch the pilot episode below. Congrats, Charles! I’m so happy for you! :)

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Moms, Kids, Blogs and Schools


Now, this, I do not think, is a case of me being lucky.  I have had my share of evil and/or ignorant teachers in my own school experiences.  And, in terms of being a mom or a mom-substitute, (grandma)  I have met a lot of teachers and a lot of school administrators on every single level.  I have met teachers  that would go so far out of the way to advocate for my child that they should be nominated for sainthood.  I have had teachers with whom I have developed social relationships of long-standing because of classroom interaction with respect and knowledge involved that transferred over into friendship. (Yeah,  Obviously not a creative writing teacher, eh?)
 
On the other hand, in the case of a particular special needs child of mine, I have had an entire high school faculty band together and tell me things about the education of my child that were actual lies.  They played on my naivete and did a disservice to my child — and anyone who ever interacted with her — that has had, and will continue to have,  life long impact. They did this because it was a particular time in history when laws were being changed and their reputation as an excellent, very large, very well-respected school was on the line because they were unprepared to cope with our needs. We were cheated out of services and training and opportunities that should have been given to us, and, after the fact, when I found out about it, there was nothing that could be done to change it.
 
But that is really a small, not very small, but small part of the story.  There is a big deal going on in the “blogosphere” that is called “mommy blogging”.  Most of the mommy bloggers have sponsors that will pay them to blog about products or pay them to allow ads for products and services on their blog sites.  They have conventions that the sponsors pay for and it seems to be a glorious thing, overall.  For the blogger and for the sponsoring enterprise. 

Long ago, when I was new to the blog world, I actually had ads on my site.  I was amazed that, if I talked about my canary, a bunch of ads about bird breeders and equipment and services would show up on my blog.  This stuff is old school now.  If you have any experience with facebook, you already know that if you send an email, even through yahoo or g-mail, and mention the word “divorce”, six ads from divorce lawyers will show up on your facebook page. I don’t have ads on my blog anymore because I have been banned, (for interesting but inexplicable reasons) so maybe my remarks are tinged with bitterness.  But, I am not really a mommy blogger or a humor blogger, or a book blogger.  I am genre resistant.  This is also a problem with my authorial adventures.  I write stuff that cannot be crammed into a genre, and apparently, if you are not listed under a particular genre, you float around the troposphere, unnoticed and under appreciated.  (Bitterness, again.) 
 
But. . .  I have noticed a common thread on some of these mommy blogs that seems to be getting stronger and stronger.  Teacher bashing and school system bashing.  And it seems to be a good idea to run with because the blogs that accentuate this subject matter are getting a lot of play.  So I want to tell a really sweet story that I have repeated many times — a story I would like everyone to hear and share, and maybe inspire people to write about some nice stuff that teachers and schools can do.  Nobody seems too interested in that aspect.
 
I have had my daughter’s twin girls in my care since they were three.  They are now 25, and damnit, it looks like I am stuck with them.  But that is another story for another day. They have had some very rough patches in their lives, and, in the years from age one to age three, there are some gaps that are kind of horrifying for me to even think about.  But they are now gorgeous young ladies and have some amazing successes.  If you knew — well, you just have to take my word for it.  I am proud and amazed at what they have become.  

They had what is called “selective mutism”.  At the time I was living through this I never heard those words.  I wish I had.  But it is probably another case of being on the cusp of change. Anyway. . .They went to Headstart for two or three years.  They never spoke a word.  We kept them in the same classroom.  Not the same actual room, but together in what ever school they were attending.  I did a bit of research and even talked to some older sets of twins about whether it was better to put them in the same room or separate them.  So in kindergarten they went to separate classrooms.  They never spoke.  
 
In first grade a gym teacher called our house and said she was doing a special project and wanted to ask the kids specific questions about certain aspects of phys. ed and could she talk to them.  They each spoke to her on the phone at some length, and when next I saw her, it apparently blew her mind.  I am sure to this day that there was no special survey, that it was just the talk of the school about whether or not these girls had voices at all. Then in second grade, still separate classrooms, one of the teachers  approached me and said she knew “twin one” could read because she did so well on the tests, but she had to hear her read.  The other twin’s teacher seemed to have no problem, probably appreciated a silent six year old, and never brought up the subject. 
 
So I talked to twin one and said, “When you read, hold the book up in front of your face like this, and you won’t see the children and you won’t be nervous.”  I don’t remember if I used the word “children” or “nervous” but that was the gist.  When it was next her turn to stand at the front of the room and read aloud, she tried this little ploy and read beautifully.  When I came to pick them up, the teacher was telling me of the success and we were both crying and hugging each other. I think the only other time I felt that way was when one of the other victims of my parenting attempts received her college degree.
  
By and large, teachers are amazing people.  The personalities and situations they deal with do nothing to promote the actual educating process.  They are just things the teacher has to figure out how to deal with in order to get some educating in there.  With some of the kids.  Some of the time.  It wasn’t that long ago when teachers were given great respect and honor.  Now all anyone pays attention to is if one might be a molester or a free loader or a marriage wrecker.  Okay.  I have run into all of them at one time or another, and I choose to remember the really amazing and wonderful things they can accomplish.
 
Look for that.  Stop the bashing, Okay?
 
 
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