Internet Nutrality

I really wish someone could, in all seriousness, give me the TL-DR summary on why a data cap from my ISP is necessary. Everything I’ve read about the subject from a US perspective just says caps are needed in order to provide “fair”, tiered services at different price points based on speed and usage. Meaning, they want a reason to make us pay more for the privilege of watching Hulu and Netflix.

Yes, I get it. I was born in the era when the internet wasn’t found in most homes, and the infrastructure to use it, when you could, had to be over a telephone line. I have memories of trying to download songs and pictures and having to start over because the call waiting bleep interrupted my download. I even, remember the first taste of high-speed internet I had in college when I could download an entire album in 5 minutes. Oh, the joys!

But that was 20 years ago. 2021 has a high-speed net capable device in every pocket, a smart TV in every home, and 80-year-old grandmothers asking their children how to post selfies on Instagram.

You would think that during this time of technological advancement, big communication would get its act together and say, “Let’s just open the pipes up for everyone and charge for specialized internet services.” But no, the monied powers feel that its their right to milk every drop of our Triply taxed incomes out of our pockets because they want to offer tiered access to what has become a public utility.

I’m not smart enough to know the answer. I just know that there’s a slippery slope going on and that if we’re not careful, we’ll end up like a few communist countries I could name.

Say It to My Face

You know what makes me sick? You know what makes me so mad I just want to start handing out signs that say “Hey I’m a sniveling butt munch?” People who sarcastically talk about you behind your back, but not to your face.

I see this most in the youth of today, people 20 and younger, but the behavior can manifest at any age. People will smile in your face, and tell you how awesome or cool you are, but behind your back call you everything but a child of God. They do this because they really don’t like you, but are too chicken to say how they really feel about you.

The worst offender stake the sarcasm to the next level by adding an affectation to their voice as if uncomplimentary mimicry is a type of shield and that shield will protect them from wrath or reprisal. Such mimicry is not a shield but a sign that says that your command of language is not strong enough, and you must resort to imitation in order to get your point across.

The fact that you are doing this to someone else, and not the person you have the problem with says that either you are searching for a way to find entertainment at the expense of others, or you are afraid of the other person so feel that you have to speak behind their back.

Let me tell you, person with the IQ of a piece of bread pudding, you are only making yourself look like an asshole. If you want to say something about someone, say it toothier face. Put on your big boy drawls or big girl panties, and speak your mind. You will likely receive more respect for opening your mouth and speaking your mind, than you will if you resemble a grammar school brat.

You will definitely gain the reputation of someone who is firm in their opinions, and who is not afraid of confrontation. This, in case you were wondering, is a good thing.

Daylight Saving Time

It’s that time again. Its time to go around the house before bed and shift the time on all the clocks up an hour to conform to a silly governmental time standard that says we gain or lose an hour. Personally, I plan to wait until tomorrow morning and change clocks as I pass them. Not because I am just being Cantankerous, but because I, like the majority of people born after 1980 use a smart phone as my main clock and it changes automagically.

I understand the reasoning behind the Daylight Saving Time theory. Farmers needed to have a different time schedule for handling their crops and some lobbying group, probably big cereal, bullied the government into changing the time for everyone as at the time most people had a connection to the farm.
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The Truth Will Out

I have always lived by the idea that, “If you can’t be good, be good at what you do.” The idea behind it is that it is impossible to always do the right thing according to everyone else’s standards, but it is at least good form to do the deed so that you can point back it and say “Yes …I did that …what of it.” This is not arrogance, but a way to claim your actions, both good and bad, and move on with life.
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Why did I make you Black?

Get off your knees and look around,
Tell me, what do you see?
I didn’t make you in the image of darkness, I made you in the likeness of ME!

I made you the color of coal from which beautiful diamonds are formed.
I made you the color of oil, the black gold that keeps people warm.
I made you from the rich, dark earth that can grow the food you need.
Your color’s the same as the panther’s known for (her) beauty and speed.
our color’s the same as the black stallion, a majestic animal is he.
I didn’t make you in the image of darkness, I made you in the image of ME!

All the colors of a heavenly rainbow can be found throughout every nation;
but when all those colors were blended well; YOU BECAME MY GREATEST CREATION!
Your hair is the texture of lamb’s wool such a humble little creature is he.
I am the Shepherd who watches them. I am the one who watches over thee.

You are the color of the midnight sky, I put the stars’ glitter in your eyes.
There’s a smile hidden behind your pain; that’s the reason your cheeks are high.
You are the color of dark clouds formed when I send my strongest weather.
I made your lips full so when you kiss the one you love, they will remember.
Your stature is strong; your bone structure is thick to withstand the burdens of time.
That reflection you see in the mirror…the image that looks back is MINE!

Patiently Silent

This is dedicated to the girl who changed my life. Thanks for being my friend. I could only wish we could be more.

I’m no knight in shining armor. I’m just a scholar with degrees. Armed with my whit, my charm, and humor I defeat my enemies. I will fight in any battle, I will never turn and run. I’m a soldier who is strengthened by your love and confidence. Yes, you’re promised to another, of this I am aware. Just know my precious darling, when he screws up, I will be there.

I will stop your tears from falling. I will change your frowns to smiles. It does not matter where he takes you, as I will walk nine thousand miles. And if things lead to violence, as yet they often do, I’ll let him taste my judo, my karate, Taekwondo. For now my love is endless, and yes my love is true. My love for you is fearless, and all that love is for you.

Right now I will stay silent. I will step back into the wings. I always will support you, no matter what life brings. For the longest time I hid my feelings, and you know the ones I mean. You know my rhyme and reason, you know from where I’ve been. Just like an angel you saved me, when my life was getting low. I was at my very deepest, more than that you’ll never know. A game brought us together, and none shall break us apart. My friend, I’m yours forever, and you are always in my heart.

I Gave At the Office

This poor fool got well and truly screwed. He thought he was going to help these ladies out by being a donor. Rather than just giving genetic material, he might have to donate child support payments for the next few years.

The Kansas Department for Children and Families filed the case in October 2012 seeking to have Marotta declared the father of a child born to Jennifer Schreiner in 2009. The state was seeking to have Marotta declared the child’s father so he can be held responsible for about $6,000 in public assistance the state provided, as well as future child support.

Marotta opposed that action, saying he had contacted Schreiner and her partner at the time, Angela Bauer, in response to an ad they placed on Craigslist seeking a sperm donor. He said he signed a contract waiving his parental rights and responsibilities.

And that’s, children, why you should always be skeptical about where your donations go.
Judge rules Kansas sperm donor must pay child support

My Self Reclaimed

When I was a child, I was told that a man had to be strong. He did not show any emotion; did not let things bother him; and above all did not cry. He was supposed to be the model of stoic fortitude. Society depended on him to act instead of react, and he was just supposed to internalize his feelings. Well, society you can go to blazes!

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Driving The Speed Limit

A trooper noticed a car full of elderly ladies driving 22 miles per hour down the highway and decided to stop them. As he pulled them over and approached the car, he noticed that they were all wild-eyed and shaking.

He got to the window and asked the driver “Ma’am, do you know why I pulled you over?” She replied, “No, Sir. I have no idea. I’ve been driving not a mile over the speed limit!”

The trooper said, “Ma’am, driving too slow is dangerous as well.” “Driving too slow?” She said, ”I’m driving the speed limit! 22 miles per hour! Just like the sign says”

The trooper said “Ma’am, I’m sorry, but that’s the highway number.”

As the little old lady looked around at her passengers, the trooper said “Ma’am, is everything OK with all y’all? I notice your passengers are all shaking and seem a bit upset.”

The little old lady replied, “They’ll be OK in a bit. Thanks. we just got off of Route 142.”

Hankering for Hoe Cakes

All my friends know that I love to cook. I see it as my therapy, and a tasty way to exercise my creativity. I will cook anything, but some days I just want comfort food. I just want some fried chicken, Macaroni and cheese, Greens, and some Hoe Cakes.

Yes, you read that correctly, Hoe Cakes. They are deliciousness in your mouth. They are similar to pancakes, but can be eaten at any time of day and with any meal, or as a snack.

A cornmeal hoe cake, or hoecake, also known as Jonnycakes, is a sort of fried cornmeal flatbread – kind of like if you took cornbread batter and skillet fried it like a pancake. The inside puffs up like cornbread, while the outside gets nice and crispy from frying it in the oil. It’s the perfect companion to a mess o’greens, or for breakfast or as a sweet treat when drizzled with a bit of syrupp.

Personally, I prefer my Hoecakes to be sweet with a little bit of honey or molasses. Talking about them is just making me hungry. Here is a link for you, and join me with my favorite treat. Y’all ain’t tried nothing ’till you had these little darlin’s. And that’s real talk.

Deep South Dish: Southern Cornmeal Hoe Cakes

– Maverick