A Curmudgeon’s Viewpoint (August 14, 2021)

My Weird Fucking Mind



Generally, I don’t remember my dreams, but sometimes they will wake me out of a sound sleep and I have to say to myself, “what the fuck is this?”  Last night was a doozy. 

So I crash about 10:30 last night (it’s the weekend, I usually stay up a little later than usual.)  I do my usual routine, make sure the air conditioning is set to low, put my earplugs in, and put on the nasal cannula for my oxygen generator. So I go to sleep.  Now mind you, I am not a sound sleeper (hence the ear plugs) but I do have to get up in the middle of the night to go pee, around 1am.

Now, my brain must have been in that twilight state between woken and asleep, but I remembered the dream that I had.  They say that dreams are the manifestation of our subconscious, and I think in this case it must have been true. 

Enough exposition, here’s the story:

I am approaching an auditorium, going to some sort of mandatory company presentation (which is a red flag to begin with given that the company I work for usually gives them in the break room at work.) There are security personnel at the entrance, plus a shitload of audio-visual presentation equipment.  I venture into the auditorium, and it is decrepit, and only has half the seats in the front end of the house, maybe enough to seat about 150 people.  Behind that, there is presentation gear, and tables with refreshments (pastries, beverages, and pizza.)  So I am told to find a seat, and they are not the usual theater seats, but look more like the kind of seats that you would find in a high end air travel carrier, like the ones that Emirates uses in the Airbus A-380’s.  While I am going to sit, I run across my friend Christian, who I worked with a long time ago, and have remained friends with.  This is very weird.  The last thing that I would expect was to see him.  I reach out to say hello to him, and he ignores me.  That threw me off right then.  The next thing that I see is my husband, and instead of holding our Great Dane Della, he is holding our long gone Great Dane/Mastiff mix Rosie (sadly gone for 11 years.)  I am wondering why he is here.

Well, a faceless corporate drone tells all of us to be seated for the presentation, so I do so and it starts. The screen lights up, and the narrator starts droning on and on about “operational security.” We are shown images that can only be described as what could happen if we don’t take “operational security” seriously.  The images are dystopian in nature, showing people struggling to survive all the while the voice drones on and on about “operational security.”  What the fuck does “operational security” have to do with the industry that I work in, which is manufacturing corrugated paperboard containers (what you would call cardboard boxes.)  I look around, and everyone (including my husband and Rosie) are transfixed by the imagery that is being shown to them.  I don’t know why I am not affected in that way.  Maybe it is my cynical mind (coupled with the fact that I have astigmatism) is preventing me from being programmed. 

This so-called presentation goes on and on, and the only thing that is on my mind at that point is my full bladder.  Finally, it ends, and they invite us to partake in the refreshments.  My husband comes to me and hands Rosie off to me so he can partake.  So off I go in search of a place to take a leak.  The rest rooms are at the back of the auditorium so I go off with Rosie in tow.  One thing you have understand about Rosie is that she was very protective of me and Dan, and would react when there was a threat.  At the entrance to the rest rooms, there are faceless presentation staff in matching sweat shirts.  As I approach, Rosie starts growling.  They start peppering me with questions, not giving me a chance to respond.  I tell them to back off but they won’t. Rosie suddenly breaks free of me and attacks the closest one to me, grabbing his pant leg and starts shaking her head.  They all back away (and the one she grabbed onto runs away VERY quickly.)  I go pee, and then make my way back to Dan.  I hand her off to him and go and get some what turns out to be quite dreadful pizza. 

As I am noshing on this shit-pizza, I look at the screen, and the credits for the dystopian presentation are scrolling by, and I notice this:

Written, produced, edited, and directed by:

I am quite shaken at this point.  My friend Christian, who I know very much is a non-conformist, had a hand in this corporate propaganda clusterfuck.  He would be the last person that I would expect to sell out to corporate interests. 

Dan and I go to leave, and as we make our way to the exit, I run across Christian again.  He sees me, and hangs his head in shame. 

At that point, I fully wake, and try to process this.

Yeah, I got a weird fucking mind.



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A Curmudgeon’s Viewpoint (June 12, 2020)


Alright, white guilt becoming the next fucking excuse for white people to excuse their latent fucking racism. You know what? I am fucking disgusted because I am white. You fucking racist losers who say you support “black lives matters” because it is a trending topic on Twitter, but cant’s say a fucking word because an unarmed BLACK paramedic was gunned down in her bed because the police “made an error.”

Fuck you fellow white people, you totally fucking disgust me.


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The fear is real. A Curmudgeon’s Viewpoint (June 5, 2020)


Alright, I had this conversation with a friend on Facebook…I love her.

June 5, 2020 (I edited her full name out.)

Dean: What’s next? Brown shirts and jackboots? Just another fucked up week in Dystopian America.

Linda: I have never been a conspiracy theorist – just too many variables/unknowns and most often junk science to boot (which, given the collective IQ of this country, can be peddled successfully more often than not). But no insignia on uniforms? It is valid to believe that they are not affiliated with any legitimate military or police force. So who are they? Where did they come from? WTF???? I am 68 years old and I have never, despite the vague grumblings and resistance movements of one stripe or another, believed that Nazi Germany could be reprised here. I am watching it happen before my very eyes and I am terrified to the point of abject fear. And I know you are too, Dean.

Dean: You’re goddamn right I am terrified. Since the orange haired idiot was elected, I have been feeling an increased state of paranoia. Too many instances of police brutality coming to the forefront, the disjointed messages coming out of 1600 Pennsylvania, the revolving door of people in the administration, and of course the clusterfuck that the pandemic has brought on. And smack dab in the middle of it, that asshole in the White House thumping his flabby chest saying that he is the greatest because the unemployment rate is going down, and saying that the economy has become better. Terrified? fucking A right I am.

And then like an asshole, I went with a Wikipedia entry.  Sinclair Lewis was fucking right.

  • It Can't Happen Here - Wikipedia


    It Can’t Happen Here – Wikipedia

    Linda: never read it. He was very insightful.


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A Curmudgeon’s Viewpoint (May 9, 2020)

Well, it’s the end of the week and I decided to do another rant, just my usual cranky old man ranting.  I actually try to make some valid points towards the end of the video.  (I actually recorded, edited, and posted this on the 8th, which was yesterday.)


Agents of Chaos.

Rated TV-MA for language




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A Curmudgeon’s Viewpoint (May 1, 2020)

Another day, another video.  This time, I post about the backlash over Mike Pence not wearing a mask when he visited the Mayo Clinic and his “Karen” wife trying to explain it away.

Protestors getting all pissy about stay at home orders to help stop the spread of the Coronavirus.

Religious leaders dying because they ignore the stay at home orders,

And of course, the asshole-in-chief wanting young men and women at a military academy to break the stay at home orders just because he wants a big fucking audience to listen to his lies.


Just watch the video, and comment if you wish.




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A Curmudgeon’s Viewpoint (April 10, 2020)


Clarifying some things.

Let me clarify my previous post. Yes, I am a bit stressed out because of the COVID-19 outbreak. So are other people who are considered “essential” workers. People such as retail workers that work in places that sell food and medicine (Price Chopper/Tops/Wegmans/Walmart/Walgreens.) Public transit workers. First responders such as police officers, firemen/women, and ambulance crews (paramedics/EMTs.) Health care workers have it the worst of all though, given that they are on the front line when it comes to dealing with people who have contracted the coronavirus. I would not be able to handle the shit they have to go through to take care of people, not just coronavirus victims, but the everyday suffering that happens to people. So yes, I am lucky I still have a job, but there are people who have their jobs also, and are at greater risk of contracting COVID-19. Basically, I am apologizing for being a whiny little bitch.



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A Curmudgeon’s Viewpoint (April 9, 2020)

Another Day in Dystopian America.

I am 61, America is in crisis, I still have to work because I am in an “essential” company, and I have to work overtime because of staffing shortages. And people say that I am “lucky” because “you still have a job.” Yes, but the job becomes for stressful when you have to double-up on what needs to be done. Think about that, Dystopian America


Grow a brain, America.



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A Curmudgeon’s Viewpoint (March 6, 2020)

Isn’t this how the first Resident Evil movie started?

About the whole bullshit about the COVID-19 (aka the Corona Virus.)

One: I wash my hands after I piss and/or shit.

Two: I cover my mouth and nose when I sneeze, and if I am near a sink and soap, I wash my hands.

Three: I am not obsessive-compulsive about using hand sanitizer (but I will do so if I am not near a sink and soap.)

Four: I do not listen to the bullshit coming out of Donald Trump’s mouth about the Corona Virus.

Five: I do listen to what the WHO (World Health Organization) and the CDC (Centers for Disease Control) have to say.

Excuse the fuck out of me for using logic and filtering out the tin-foil hat conspiracy bullshit that is permeating the Internet in general

(and Facebook and Twitter to be specific.)

Grow up and grow a brain, America


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A Curmudgeon’s Viewpoint (March 23, 2019)

Learning new things.


Since I have turned 60 years old, I thought that I was pretty much through with learning how to do things, but this past Saturday, I realized that we as a species, should never be afraid to stop learning.  About two months ago, there was a signup sheet for AED (Automated External Defibrillation Device,) CPR (Cardio Pulmonary Resuscitation,) and First Aid training at my workplace, BCI-Empire Division.  One of the first things that I did was pose the question on Facebook, “Should I do it?”

The overwhelming response was:


Here’s the thing, I don’t have a bone of altruism in my body at all, I am very much a pragmatist.   But given that I am a pragmatist, I look at it as good business.  The more people who can first respond when something medical happens, the better.  Besides, the one opinion that made me decide was my husband.  He is a retired health care technician, and has been trained in it.  Basically, he ordered me to do it, and I am glad that I did.

So I went through the course, and now I know what to do when shit happens to other people, and I am in a position to help.  And I will do it, plain and simple.  Without reservation.


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