The Crimminal

When one can commit horrible and vile acts of violence, but yet tells himself he's a hero; he is the worst type of criminal.

Systematic Control in School & A Look Back

http://thefreethoughtproject.com/wtf-wrong-america-public-schools-holding-disturbing-drills/
       I could only hope that these stories of systematic control are sensationalized and super exaggerated.  But then I though of my school experiences back when I was in the public school system.
       I was not a student that broke records in sports, made All-Star teams, preformed in All-State competitions,  or graduated at the very top of my class.  I was the type that did not think any of those things mattered.  I was the guy who did make it into all the top groups he tried out for; he did make top 15-10% of his class type of grades and was often asked to join military service or compete in more school sponsored competitions than he was was already a part of. But still never felt compelled (or was allowed to) do many of these activities.
       I was happy to give as much as I did and get the level of success that is did receive. But I did question a great amount of practices the school participated in:
       When police officers came to teach classes to elementary school children, why were they packing heat and wearing their bullet proof vests?  When asked they would claim it was because they could be called out to an emergency, but I'm sure that would look bad on criminal control of the populace if an officer was called away from teaching kids to stay off drugs to go on a call. Couldn't a more "on-duty" officer take care of that?
        I also questioned why the G.R.E.A.T. officer (Gang Resistance Education and Training at a school out in the country where there were always more red-necks and pick-up trucks than cars in the parking lots) would try to belittle and harass me  in front of the class when 2 years before I was my class's top student in D.A.R.E.; who went to that summer's D.A.R.E. Summer camp?  I wondered why he felt good about himself harassing an already quite, but smart-witted & well behaved student. Even the teach did not question his erroneous treatment of me in fear of losing his job.
        Why was there always a soldier or military recruiter in my school at all times (& sometimes in the classroom) trying to get us enlisted for a merchant-of-death-gig? Why did they think this working class demographic wanted to go into battle for those that had more than ţhe average student there could dream of accomplishing financially?  Why were they glorifying a middle classes pay scale as prosperity when they were asking us to potentially give our lives to a country  thirsty for war and blood shed. (I won't go into how I couldn't help feeling that the U.S. was heading for another war at the drop of a hat or bomb.) But it always made me question.  Always made me wonder what a world would be like as I grew older.
        Just 18 months after I left high school the US was pulled into a flag waving occupation of the Middle-East, few months after that I had a state trooper put a gun to my head for having a sticker on my car asking for peace (as I drove to visit my family for an Easter meal), and I saw the average college tuition triple forcing more and more underprivileged citizens into military service to be able to get a foothold on life after high school.  All this back in the Mid 90's through early 2000's.  N now we are a decade removed from that downward slide and it feels as if we will finally land in that mud-hole of a violent police state any moment.

Thoughts & Writing

       Notes for the taking.  I find it it always interesting when one gets to type and let their thoughts flow.  What a great place to type and let my thumbs speak for my mind.
        Some days I just miss writing.  I used to write for hours and hours on end, just letting anything and everything flow.  Usually I used a pen and paper and would fill entire volumes of journals.  It felt wonderful talking to myself (through a pen and paper) for hours on end and just letting myself study who I am and what made me tick.        
       There were days I had more time for that kind of thing than I do now. I was freer to just go out and take a pen and a notebook with me, drive my truck to a place that served coffee and just hang out for hours on end dressed in a suit but with nowhere important to go.  I'd just people watch, drink coffee, write, think, read and just take in a small amount of free time away from work and responsibility.
       Those exact days maybe gone, and have been removed for something with much greater meaning then self indulgence; but I would never trade those times or these.  They have just been different parts of a very busy life.  I thank you all for being a part of that life.
      

Wages & Traditions

       When did we change curency from the amount time involved to make purchases (like Biblical writings would describe) to the amount of money for each purchase?  It seems so much more poinent to speak of the time and labor involved in what it takes to scratch out a living than some abirtry number of commerce dictated by forces outside of our control.  We do have the choice to take jobs that are offered to us, or not to take them.  We can argue wages.  But in the end the range of wages for the common person aren't that extreme in their ranges.
         To claim that this product took 4 years of wages to gain ownership of means so much more than to say it cost $60,000 when one takes the time to think of what four years of labor really involves.  Do we do this because we live in a capitalist society? (Where dollars determine every move the individual makes.)
          Do those in other countries describe their purchasing piower in monetary numbers, or do they use the length of time they labored?  I'd love to find out.

I'll Be Posting Again

       Well, my phone finally croaked off officially, my iPad isn't formatted for good formatting of blogs, & I was working far too many work hours to have free time to write. 

       Those things have changed now. I will be back to posting and letting my feelings flow on here once again. It has been a. Freeing experience to, once again, spend time with family, read books, and take in inspiring movies to help get the creative flow going again.  It has been torture not getting to write with the voracity I used to.   

       After seeing I have been getting many views of my page lately; I hope those who have come by have enjoyed what they have read and will be getting to enjoy more quantity of content in the future.  

       Please feel free to leave comments and let me know how you felt. You can also email me @ PaffordTim@gmail.com.

"Code 9" For The Public?

     The police have a code called Code 9 when they are in need of assistance.  This brings the entire force running to help the officer in need.
       Why don't citizens have a "Code 9" for when they are in danger from violence from a police officer? 
      All of us have read the stories of people calling 9-11 on the police and we read how it only added to the #s of people harming this victim and giving more people in the courtroom to tell a jury their actions were "just and necessary".  We know these situations are emensly dangerous to the citizen and we need a way to know we can be protected from these situations and have a rescue as quick as the police claim that they will respond to a need of help.
      Maybe we could push for legislation to have a force displined to save someone being harmed or killed by police before it is too late.  Maybe"Homeland Security" could have a unit that polices police or an all new unit to protect those 5xs more likely to be killed by police than terrorists?
       Will we really do something to save ourselves, or will we let things go as they are for as long as we are told we are "safe"?
       I doubt many in Germany during the 1940's thought things were as bad as they were till they were forced to see what their blind obedience did.

Homeland Security Officer Threatened Me For Wanting a Safer Homeland

       I reported some instances to him that I'd had a gun to my head on occasions that I felt were not acts that one could feel safe knowing who committed them.  I needed to inform someone in authority.  I wanted my homeland a safer place to be in.  This report (to a man of authority) who could do something about it; instead found my information to be a "threat" and "harassment".

He said:
"I am a consultant for Homeland security and a retired Kansas City officer. You contact me again with a message or threat and I will have you arrested for stalking and harassment. Any comment you leave in the open on a public forum".

       Another sad case of of the Police State hiding behind false titles of protection of the people.  They don't want to protect anyone but their fellow officers and they prove this nearly daily when they harm, rob, harass, kill, and torture us.
      I believe most of us would be shocked by statistics showing lives taken (or imprisoned) vs. lives saved or protected by men and women armed so heavily they look more like soldiers than the peace officers they claim themselves to be in media/entertainment propaganda.
        Have we become such an easily lead society that we believe these false claims of protection?  Do we really believe that a media who is bed fellows with the offices and officers would (in all actuality) report without bias?  All when the people they are getting their information from hold all the cards and evidence?  We allow this group to give us our information and don't even seem to blink that they would be hurting themselves to turn on the other and we are none the wiser when they hold information back from us....?
       Will we start to see them as dangerous and stop funding them?  Are we too afraid?  Are we like so much of Europe during the 1940's, 50's, and Africa?
      We stand by and let their horrible acts of violence keep us from taking a stand, voting against their funding, and making the public aware through any means necessary.  We live in an interconnected world and still fear to reach out or shake a boat. 
     Death by cop is a horrible way to die that is usually simply described by the media as "A police shooting".  Let us go into what the experience really is:
       A "suspect" (or victim) is picked and is shot with as much ammunition as the weapon will hold.  (There have been reported instances of officers reloading and continuing their assault after they have run one clip dry even after the suspect has shown no sign of anything but being in the throws of death.)  Then, while bleeding form numerous bullet wounds the victim is violently slammed onto their chest, has their hands aggressively restrained behind their backs with metal restraints, and stood upon as they convulse with the loss of blood to their vital organs and die a horrific and painful death.

       To me, this is one of the most violent and horrific deaths anyone could have to go through. All while their executioner wears a patch that claims to "Serve and Protect" and these acts would find anyone else on death row.
        In my world view, I see this act of murder as one of the vilest and most fully preventable types of horrific brutality and death that lives with legal protection. We live in a country we call free and brave.  It is cowardice and blind hatred that puts the lives of the average citizen at far greater risk than that of a "terrorist's attack".  For me, this threat of violence to ourselves and our families is far more a common reality than the fears put into us from the media.  It is a common statistic that a US citizen is 8 times more likely to die from an attack from a police officer than a terrorist. 
       But maybe, just maybe, someday the people will take a stand and stop this statistic from remaining true.  Maybe we can go to a time when we can feel protected by our police force instead of feeling a need to fear them.

Happiness & Sanity Are Full Time Jobs

There are so many people that are better before they are truly known.  I once hear that "One should never have a hero younger than themselves or they will be disappointed in who they find them to be".  We also must see that all people are human and are prone to mistakes and error.

Others are simply not ready for the public.  Their lives have caused them to be too scared of everything; they are unable to see life as happy and free.  When someone real does come into their lives they feel compelled to pick the relationship apart and see all the reasons they will not be able to find happiness in it.  Many times they push away the best option for an option they feel they fit better into instead of the avenue that would be of the best benefit for them.  Some of us may not be able to see why these choices are made; but most of us have not seen the major set backs and personal pains that these people have.  Their lives have been filled with too much misery for them to know true happiness.  They have created a shell around themselves to only accept what they feel safe and comfortable accepting.  The shell only allows so much happiness before it rejects the conduit brining the pleasurable experience and sometimes we will see them reject those who intend the most good.

No amount of regular experience seems to change this thought form and process.  It will usually take many years of therapy and counseling to unlock the ability of these people to find their true ability to find happiness.  Sadly, much of their life has already passed and the bills from the therapy have caused them to have too little materially for them to actively search for their new found ably to be completely happy.  Plus, they have often already rejected several who wanted to make them happy and had the ability to do so.  They also will not return because those people did take the initiative to seek new happiness and good experiences.

        Which do you choose to be?

Social Networks

A day writing can be the best day ever:

        Though I do find it sad that social networks are no longer fun play grounds where people can just let out their thoughts and emotions freely.  It has become a place where others can spy and judge us for our entertainment.  It would not be such a horrible happening if these judges did not also choose our fates, our occupations, and hold the keys to what many of us work so very hard for each and every day to provide for families and personal happinesses outside of entertainment.

         I do not find it to be a bother to have a dark sense of humor, or to enjoy the more carnal pleasures of another human being.  I've always found a belief that a country that is truly free will not needlessly punish victimless crimes and would harshly punish those who inflict harm onto others based upon rank in a society that allowed them this place of power.  But instead we live in a land where things seem backwards.

        We live in a culture that would rather attack itself than form together and try to take down the oppression that actually makes them unhappy.  I can't help but to think of those in prisons who torment and torture each other instead of forming together and making the best of a situation they can not escape.

         Advanced thinkers used imprisonment to write, to escape psychologically, and to share what they have created with others in their situation. It brought happiness to the others and brought accomplishment to the writer.  We do this slightly with movies, but they have become so impersonal, and large budgeted with special effects, that they are not the beloved stories we once enjoyed felling as if we could be the lead characters.

        

Infantile

        It seems so strange. Day in, and day out, it seems like nearly every where I look all I can are the theories of the philosophers I have been reading the past few years.  Jung did exhaustive research on the individual.  His work proceeded Frued; who's work proceeded Nietzsche.

        The more of Neietzsche I read, the more I see how greatly people do lie every day.  The one they lie to the most is themselves.  I see so many around me, each and every day, that have to prove their insecurities in broad and dramatic fashions just to (somehow) prove they they aren't the losers they really are.

        Then we have the group of individuals so symbiotically linked to the people to whom keep them afloat that they seem almost as obnoxious as those who have to broadcast their problems to the world.  For these individuals they pack all the need of world social acceptance into a handful of people they hold to for dear life.  Has a happy middle ground died?