This Is NOT A Post

Posted on by Sarah A. Hoyt

I will do a real post later. I meant to clean the house all weekend, because we have company, so of course I COULDN’T. It’s not just writing. I’m haunted by a spirit of the contrary. Or gremlins. Whichever.

So, going to clean. Post later. One of the cats WENT somewhere. From the smell, accident. But it smells.

So, later.

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    2. On that note, I mentioned in the comments of one of those cat posts that my wife had rescued an orange cat named OJ, and that then OJ had disappeared. I couldn’t find the cat for days. It turns out OJ was hiding in our bedroom closet, which I hadn’t checked because my wife had left a pile of stuff in the way before she rushed out of town for a few days. But I found him because he suddenly ventured forth in the wee hours, only to get into a hissing match with our two cats, then retreat back in to the closet.

      I don’t know if he’d even eaten or drank for several days or not. But I kicked our two cats out of the bedroom and set up litter box, and water and food bowls, in our bedroom. We now see OJ come out to use the facilities, eat, and drink, but otherwise he still mostly hides in our closet. I think he was a bit traumatized being abandoned by his evicted former owner, and the workers the landlord brought in to empty out the apartment. The workers found OJ cowering in a closet there when they had finally cleared that far.

      My wife is trying to find him a permanent home, but at least OJ is now safe, getting food and water, and a fresh litter box to use. I wish he’d settle in a bit better and stop getting into hissing matches with other two cats, so I could leave the bedroom door open – and also not have to handle two sets of bowls, two litter boxes, etc.

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      1. Good luck with that. My Miz Kitty lived under the couch for two weeks before she would come out when I was home. it was at least another month before she was reasonably relaxed around me.

        Try leaving a recently worn undershirt of all residents near the food bowl.

        The other cats are rivals, so will take much longer. Two prior cats in my home never did get along. The one thought all other cats were “cool!”, the other was defiantly stubborn “Get lost you a-hole!” to the point where I had to keep them apart when I was out. Both were seniors, so change wasn’t happening..

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        1. We are trying to integrate a 3 year old semi-feral into the household of 4 other cats. Three of the other cats are chummy, while the 4th has never really integrated. But all 4 roamed the house until we added the 5th. Right now the 4 have downstairs, while the new feral has taken over upstairs (one big family room over the garage).

          Our lonely, Bits, goes upstairs to look out the windows at night. No hissing/growling/spats, but no nose bumps. Don’t expect more from her. Buddy doesn’t interact either.

          The other 3? Tj goes upstairs, but won’t stay. Amber and Freeway won’t go upstairs on a bet. When Buddy ventures downstairs (hasn’t made it to the back where the bedrooms are) Tj is fine, until Amber or Freeway growl, and they will as soon as they see Buddy. For whatever cat logic, the (closed to outside) garage seems to be neutral territory. Sigh. Six months and counting.

          We’ve integrated kittens into household of cats many times in the past many times. Get a kitten chasing trailing an adult cat long enough and the adult cat gives up, usually. We have 45 years of experience with 16 cats (not all at once, we seem traditionally stop at 5 cats).

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          1. Cats are interesting. They have mnds of their own.

            Are typing this from a Eugene Motel. Very slow. Went through your Santa Clara to try to look for Neptune and Pluto, but there does not seem to be any place to park.

            Santa Clara looks interesting.

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            1. Santa Clara is interesting. Except for a small bit, north of Irving, between River Road and Willamette (east side) has been developed since ’50s (River Loop 1 & 2). South of Irving has been developed since ’60s through ’70s. North of Irving, a lot was still farms and fields, even as I graduated from North HS, ’74. Since then it has pretty much infilled. Most is still county, not city. Even though in urban growth boundary, buying does not change county VS city status. Building on a lot without a previous home on it, or lot split off (infilling) does. Difference between county and city within urban growth boundary? About $4k/year (mom’s VS sister’s house). Difference between the two school districts, 4J VS Bethel, about $300/year (mom’s VS ours). Mom is 4J and county. We are Bethel and county.

              Looking for the Planet sculptures? They are on the Bike Trail.

              Did you find them? Pluto (if not damaged) is right off River Avenue near the river. Neptune, not sure if bike trail has access from Formac Ln, but definitely can park and walk from where Pluto is. Parking is allowed along the section that swings under the bridge (not that I’ve checked the signs driving by). Otherwise, parking is limited.

              Been a long, long, long, time since I’ve taken that bike trail, on a bike or walking. Since we were taking kid on bike rides and he is 35 this summer. I won’t walk that trail because of the homeless, and reported consequences. PTB do clear them out, but the homeless come back, every time.

              We live north of Irving, south of Irvington. We can see Irving elementary, just west of us, from the house. Biking we had two choices, either from our house or mom’s who is slightly closer (a mile one way, but meant two miles shorter with young school child on a bike), but it did keep us off of Irving and River Road.

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              1. Had seen up to Saturn prior to the panic, but was not able to return to Eugene since the panic. Tried to see if there is parking on River Ave, but none. So that is as close to you as I got. We came to see our daughter here in Eugene for the first time since the eclipse. So the trip is worth it, even if very hard on us.

                We take the train from San Jose. We get a room (bunk beds and your own bath, even tho it is too expensive. But very good meals are included, and you can meet interesting people who share your table. You leave San Jose in the early evening, then arrive in Eugene around noon. Much saner than flying to Portland, then driving 3 hours south, then driving 3 hours north to leave. Or spending 4 days driving back and forth on I 5.

                We return to Santa Clara (south) tomorrow, with an adventure through the snow past Klamath falls.

                Have relized why the motel computer is so wonky, it is trying to run windows 7.

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                1. Where is your daughter here in Eugene?

                  that is as close to you as I got.
                  ……………..

                  3 miles (per google maps) :-)

                  Much saner than flying to Portland, then driving 3 hours south, then driving 3 hours north to leave.
                  ………………………

                  You can always fly into Eugene. :-) :-) :-) I know. Flying into Eugene is “hurry up and wait roller coaster”. There are direct flights from SF.

                  Regarding heading south through K-Falls and the Sierra Passes, tomorrow. Ouch. We’ve been watching the weather. Hubby and I are glad we aren’t out driving in it. The CA passes do not look like they are going to be fun. We came through K-Falls from Phoenix, via South Rim Grand Canyon, skirted Escalante Grand Staircase, and Brice, last Monday. (He was already down there with the car, golf trip. I flew down, direct flight from Eugene. All the non-direct flights had 3 hour layovers, eek. Meet up went smooth. We aren’t used to any airport, let alone big ones.) Didn’t hit horrible weather until between Maryville CA and K-Falls. Then it got nasty. Cleared up before we got to Hwy 58 to come west. Been awhile since I’ve been on 58, but we drove it a lot between ’78 and ’90. OTOH saw a bald eagle at the K-Falls upper lake.

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                  1. Daughter south of 30th. Near foothills. No room for anyone else. So we stay in the closest motels filled with duck fans.

                    Taking the train is always interesting, sometimes in the form of the Chinese curse. Got stuck in K falls for several hours one time, when another train got stuck in a tunnel. Watched a family make a snowman along the tracks.

                    Too old to drive in winter, so it is eiither plane or train. Try to never fly out of SF. It is a pain.

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                    1. We were laughing after hubby picked me up. At the same time he dropped off one of the guys who rode down with him, who was flying back. When he asked hubby which lay over I’d had to get in at 10:31 AM, hubby told him “None. Direct flight.” The guy said “How’d you find that?” (Wasn’t easy. About $10 more than the layover flights.) His 2 PM flight home had a 3 hour layover in SF. Which by my calculation meant (technically) a 7+ hour trip, and he didn’t save any money. Because it also had to include a $20+ taxi (last time I took a taxi, decades ago) from the airport to our house (5 miles by road) where his car had been for the 17 days they’d been gone. Meeting up was me texting when I got off the plane and had roller carry on in hand (belly of the small commuter plane so not quite as fast as getting it out of the overhead), calling when I got onto the main concourse, and a running tab of where I was until I saw the exit (#8 door), which is where they’d just pulled up to. They waited to wait to do final checkout and leave the complex until I was on the concourse (about 15 minutes away depending on traffic).

                      South of 30th? Amazon/west side? Or toward Curtin/Pleasant Hill? The only reason I know that side of town these days is because the medical clinic where our primary is based is at 34th & Hillard. We take 30th over the hill from I-5 to get there and back. Used to drive to 24th & Harris, where paternal grandmother lived, until ’87.

                      Winter driving. Mom isn’t driving I-5 at all these days. Either she catches a ride with a friend going north or south for her various clubs, or middle sister takes her up to see great-grands and then on to younger sister for a stay. Younger sister then brings her to Salem to her brother’s, who will bring her on home, or I’ll go up and pick her up. She’s talked about taking the train north but then she misses out on the great-grand stops. Nephew is taking the train home from college from Seattle area, but his dad drives him back. Hubby does all the winter and most of the multi-lane (more than 2) freeway driving. Ah heck, who am I kidding, if he is in the car, and we are not pulling a marathon drive, he drives. When we had the trailer his excuse was I didn’t tow. Now? He just prefers to drive. Our trip north we avoided Siskiyou I-5 pass because with the incoming storm that can be shutdown from snow, ice, or wind. While the east side north route only gets shut down from snow white out.

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  2. A piece of software I’m working on ran just fine M/T/W of last week. Then, with ABSOLUTELY NO CHANGES, it crashed Thursday and Friday. Gave up on debugging it, because weekend. Get back to the debugging Monday morning and the (&#$%^%& thing is working again.

    My question: Will it be quicker to resolve this issue by hiring an Exorcist to drive out the demons or by asking the local soothsayer to figure out which pagan god I failed to sacrifice to? Inquiring (and desperate) minds WANT TO KNOW!

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      1. Logic generally IS logical. The computer very logically does EXACTLY what I told it to. Without regard to whether what I told it even resembles what I meant. Those are the times I wish it were less logical.

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        1. “EXACTLY what I and every other software developer from the CPU microcode on up told it to.”

          It’s those undiscovered / undocumented interactions that are the most fun. 8-)

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        2. “Wait! That is Not what I meant!” was never once ever uttered by this programmer in 35 years. Not once! I swear! :-) :-) :-) What I wrote, when it compiled, worked exactly the way I meant. Every. Single. ….

          (Do I have to explicitly turn off the sarcasm now?)

          Okay. It ran the way I wrote it. Sometimes even the way I meant it to the first time. Seriously, I did get where if I could compartmentalize building code, this was truer more often than not. But there were times. First time it happened I shut down the work mini-server to the IBM 3600, and it was for homework … Oops.

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    3. There were changes. If nothing else the date/time changed. Which doesn’t mean finding the little *&%#$%^ gremlin being directed by Murphy any easier to find.

      Been there, done that, have the closet full of the tee-shirts.

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      2. Been there, done that, have the closet full of the tee-shirts.
        ……………………

        Yep. Me too. Eventually figure out the trigger causation. But took awhile because it always took the exact setup trigger. Not one pre release test suite was going to find the problems encountered, not one.

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        1. One of the most ugly to find was a Time of day + Time of month + System Load level.
          Change any one of those 3 and no problem.

          Could never break it in test. It was only after we finally convinced the VP of the area complaining that they had to call immediately when the issue happened and not in executive meetings 3 days later, and we meant call NOW, that we were able to figure out the problem. And fixed 2 hours later to not happen again.

          On of those obvious in hindsight but almost impossible to find normally.

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          1. My four that were outstanding required snapshot of the actual data being processed and settings used. Took me months to get each time (different jobs too).

            First three were ’99, software released ’96, and both were ingrained in the original release. All three involved the “code pulled from internet and made to work” by the original programmer. Translation – the programmer had no idea how it all worked. All one was solved easily once I saw what was going on. Even for that client it didn’t happen “every time” because it took over a 1000 records to trigger it. The second two took longer time to fix, because I had to rewrite how the two parts worked, one of which meant technically breaking how the algorithm was suppose to work.

            The forth showed why sum(rounded(sum(charge * %))) <> rounded(sum(charge) * %) by a lot. Since how the processing department got paid by the departments being processed, that not equality was a huge deal. For most clients the process the difference was pennies. Not this client, it was hundreds of dollars. Again, had to provide an option to “break” how it worked to fix it. Then the client claimed the solution was “slow”, answer to that was “yes, and it is going to be”.

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      1. A black goat.

        Use duct tape and duck blood for the pentacle. Using chicken blood when setting it up for computers is just asking for trouble.

        And this is NOT black magic. There are sound technical reasons why you need to sacrifice a black goat every new moon!

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    5. In all seriousness? It sounds like something else is running Th and F that wants the same resources your job does, and your job isn’t handling that well.

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      1. Yeah, it could be that. For an example, I grab all update patches from the main desktop computer then download to two laptops. Most of the updates are small, but a few are in the 1 -3 hundred megabyte range. If I update Watson, then Athena* after Watson is done, it’s considerably faster than if I try to update Watson and Athena simultaneously. (And I’m lazy, so I’m not going to delve into rsync…) Both want the same resources, and the thrashing is yuge if I let it go that way.

        ((*)) Should have called her Irene. The desktop is Mycroft. Between Sherlockian and fictional computer names, I have one too many conventions. OTOH, there’s a cranky desktop that should be named Hal. As it is, it’s currently called Moriarty. :)

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    6. Last time something like that happen at work it was automatically scheduled maintenance that IT didn’t bother let anyone downstream knowing about.

      Or try benchmarking code when the database server is set to rebuild indexes…

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    1. At least it is not a army of goblins riding Dire-Wolves brandishing scimitars screaming at the top of their lungs how we violated their mothers. Bitch please, no self respecting human would ever violate the mother of a goblin, chop its feted head off sure, goes without saying.

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          1. Stop-motion dust bunnies with sunglasses, cigars, and SMGs. Small Soldiers crossed with the dust spirits from Totoro. Working title: Dust Busters.

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        3. Before I quit drinking, I had hangovers like that photo.

          Missing in the photo are the trolls with sledgehammers and Gallagher T-shirts.

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    1. Interesting! I sent this and the one Junior linked to my family; appeals to compromise in the name of unity have been making the rounds, and these two articles together pretty well illustrate why making any compromise the leftists are willing to accept is probably a very bad idea.

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    2. He misses on one point: slavery has been around a lot longer than 4,000 years. We didn’t invent slavery; we inherited it from our prehistoric ancestors. Every ancient civilization we’ve looked at shows evidence of slavery.

      Today’s ‘progressives’ can’t admit that communism is irredeemably broken even though all the evidence proves it. The same goes for socialized medicine. The U.S. currently has the least broken health care in the world — and they’re trying to ‘fix’ that.
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      Only idiots believe they know how other people should live their lives. The stupider they are, the more blindly they believe it.

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    3. My family is all mutts with mixes of various nationalities, races and religions, but the Jewish ones do not disclose that fact to anyone outside their nearest and dearest. Protective camouflage backed by firearms training currently works…

      “Whenever the locals rub blue mud in their navels, I rub blue mud in mine just as solemnly.”

      The cool thing is I get to celebrate Passover and two Easters again now that relatives came to their senses about Covid. Just have to remember whom is fasting when.

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    4. You’re right, not shocking. Confirms what I already knew, as I’ve spent a lot of time in close proximity to some of the people whose business was inoculating our society with those leftist “ideals.” But to see it laid out like that is nonetheless very depressing.

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    1. Natures Miracle was my go to cleanup product when my senior-senior-senior cat finally decided he would pee where he was, and if that wasn’t a box, oh well.

      Sometimes he would get a bit puzzled which end went in the box. (very big long cat) Even when I deployed a box suitable for a toddler’s sandbox, he still tended to be half-in/half-out.

      Dude managed to pee -into- a PC tower!

      But once I nuked all the oopsies with Natures Miracle, and put his litter box where he most often went, things were manageable.

      Oh how I miss that loveable fuzzball. He would ride shotgun on long road trips. He was 15 pounds of snow white maine coon with yellow eyes, 49″ nose to tip of squirrel tail. And he was definitely “cool” with almost anyone.

      Miss ya.

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      1. I had a mother-daughter pair, both of which weighed 6 pounds (each!). Mama would mostly go in the litter box, but she’d be careful to spread the litter all over the room. At that time, the litter box was in the second bathroom–OK until I acquired a roommate. Seems the smell bothered him a bit…

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  10. Those of you involved in the video game world have likely heard of a new game called ‘Helldivers 2’. It’s a sequel to Helldivers, which apparently didn’t do particularly unusual sales numbers, but was popular with those who played it. Helldivers 2, on the other hand, has been ridiculously popular. It’s currently one of the most popular games on Steam, and is also available to Playstation owners. Needless to say, it is doing amazingly well, and has been a victim of its own success due to having servers that can’t handle the player load at peak times.

    The game has you fighting on behalf of “Super Earth”, which is some sort of authoritarian government that uses the language of democracy and freedom to disguise (though the game provides plenty of fairly blatant hints) its form of government (referred to as “Managed Democracy”). However, that’s not what I’m here to post about.

    The game has you fighting against two enemies. The second is the Terminator-inspired Automatons. The first is a race of giant insects called the Termanids. And yes, lots of people have drawn comparisons between this game and Starship Troopers (there was a third enemy in the original game, but they aren’t in the sequel… yet).

    The usual lefty insanity has arrived. Apparently some of the more crack-pot lefties have somehow gotten it into their heads that the Termanids are Palestinians. I’m not sure how exactly they arrived at this conclusion. It goes something along the lines of “Super Earth is a colonizer power (because of course it is), ergo bugs are the Palestinians”. That genuinely seems to be the extent of the thinking involved.

    No, I don’t understand it either.

    I’ll also note that who is invading whom isn’t made clear by the game (the in-game news states that the other two races are the ones invading; but you can’t really trust the authorities…). So the idea that Super Earth is a colonizing power is just the usual automatic conclusion that the lefties are jumping to.

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      1. Cheap scotch, Clan MacGregor. You probably want to go with something a bit better. (Although I will say, if you like bourbon, Very Old Barton is almost the same price point, and far better than it has any right to be at that price point.)

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        1. At least it’s not Scoresby.

          Daughter’s MIL likes that. I’ve tried to get her to upgrade to say, Famous Grouse or even Highland Park, one of the FG components. Nope, didn’t like it. Doesn’t like Monkey Shoulder.

          Her money; she can drink what she likes. But being self-interested, I want something better than Scoresby after I’ve been flying all day to get there.

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          1. Had I the money, I would be drinking higher quality single malts all the time. Those are saved for special occasions, until I become a best-seller. (I’m partial to Laphroig and Glennfiddich when I can afford them.)

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  12. Prayers/kind thoughts request. Very bad wildfires are moving through the area. I’m OK, don’t foresee needing to evacuate (Please G-d), but a lot of people are having to flee.

    Thanks!

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      1. Texas Panhandle, south of the Canadian River. The fires run 100 miles east to west, and have started moving south with a cold front. I’ll be fine, but a lot of folks will need help.

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        1. Fire was stopped north of town, but a lot of people lost houses, fences, livestock, et cetera. No injuries or human fatalities that I’ve heard of yet. Thanks for all prayers.

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          2. Glad to hear you and yours are okay. Prayers for those who had to evacuate and need to rebuild.

            Been following on Fox Weather. Pictures are scary.

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  14. Sarah, Consider using this on one of those cats/colds/depressed days when you just can’t concentrate.* 🥲*

    • Wording Perversions*

    Many word twistings and deceptions are employed every day, particularly by politicians and their toadies, the media.

    Individual instances range from relatively innocent ones, that simply waste our time for commercial purposes, to others so draconian they constitute not just propaganda, but deliberate societal brainwashing. A majority of those have originated on the philosophical left. (Not all of them, but most). With obvious collusion amongst their perpetrators establishing ubiquity by sheer repetition, such slimeynesses have slithered into most of our minds. As with all infestations, the essential first step is to identify the parasite.

    To identify something we must learn to recognize that thing.

    I will begin with one of the most recently promulgated and intensely Orwellian word perversions; “Gender Care.”

    This seemingly innocuous phrase incorporates comprehension difficulties rivalling those created by ambiguous pronouns.

    Is “gender care” a noun? If so, is it a proper one? (Pun intended.) A verb? If so, whom is it performed by, to, for, or upon? An institution? Looking at the burgeoning swarm of surgical and medical profiteers/lobbyists employing the pernicious phrase as a career/organizational goal, it would certainly seem to be so. Could gender care actually achieve the status of a cause, justify an insurrection?

    I prescribe the obvious vermifuge (worm poison, for those who’ve never wormed a pet), a cure I’ll inject throughout this essay: Using Objectively Accurate Language.

    Don’t flinch at the occasional needling . . .

    “Gender Care” is, most charitably, “Sexual Dysphoria Care.”

    Sexual dysphoria has probably occurred in every human culture. Some cultures have established accommodations for those with the condition (some Amerindian tribal cultures, even an actual recognized subculture on the Indian continent, have been or are examples). Other cultures, or religions, have condemned, ignored, ridiculed, or persecuted (sometimes to the point of death) those afflicted. (Most currently extreme, of course, are several Islamic theo-governments, but some Christian-dominated governments are just as intolerant if not quite so murderous. As are, of course, some families, of many faith systems, whose governments are officially non-judgmental.)

    In still other cultures and places, where behavioral divergences from the majority’s bisexual ‘norm’ have been widely accepted (think ancient Athens and its acceptance of a ‘maturing phase’ of young man/boy relations, Renaissance Italy and such figures as its Leonardo da Vinci utilizing pre-pubic boys, more recently China’s Mao exploiting immature peasant girls, the institutionalized pederasty of the Big Nambas tribe in the archipelago that is now Vanuatu), dysphoric people seem to have blended, in the public perception, into the behaviorally sexually divergent; homosexuals, pederasts, and so on. The dysphorics’ self-perceived gender identification being inconsequential to the public’s perception, however a dysphoric person’s self-perception might be acted out.

    Here and now, sexual dysphorics whose self-perceptions clash with familial/cultural pressures obviously need counseling, patience, psychological understanding, and tolerance. They do need attention by caring people. Sometimes they need simple kindness.

    Here my charitable take on the subject ends.

    What pre-pubic or puberty-transitioning children who are experiencing dysphoria do not need is recruitment into permanently choosing *dysphoria. Some *will become dysphoric adults, their sexual dysphoria being so deeply rooted as to be ineradicable, but for many or most, the condition is caused by psychological problems like trauma, familial skewing, or just mental ‘growing pains’. For them, dysphoria is a symptom *(often intermittent before and during puberty) and can be treated – with gentle counseling, familial evaluation/engagement, tolerance/forbearance for someone wanting non-intervention, or just by providing someone to *talk to. But in confused-for-whatever-reason youngsters, the symptom is increasingly becoming a vulnerability.

    Instead of gentle counseling or a listening ear, it seems to me that the dysphorically* vulnerable young are not receiving counseling or sympathetic listening, but being talked at, encouraged to expand upon their dysphoric symptoms; quite effectively, recruited. In this social-political-institutional whirlpool, the symptom becomes the goal.

    This – trend, or media-beloved theme — Instant Recognition of and Embracing of Sexual Dysphoria, has the media, in both its reportage and editorializing, praising the trend as ‘sensitivity’. It is the opposite. Sensitivity requires wisdom, a trait that needs knowledge and judgment. This rapid ‘treatment’ in the direction indicated by the symptom shows that the trans recruitment movement shares a judgment-deficient characteristic in common with a couple of others: Creationists who deny evolution, and Socialist Egalitarians who constantly decry all ‘inequities’ and want to immediately legislate a completely ‘Communist Paradise’ (what a contradictory phrase).

    Their shared characteristic is Lack Of Time Binding.

    Anti-evolution Creationists have their cognition directed or curtailed by literally believing in a timeline limited by myth. They cannot, *or refuse to, comprehend the sheer *scope *of time, and, using that, go on to grasp that *uncountable living creatures’ lives in which a purely happenstance change in genetic determinates–of anything from size to speed to song to mating duration–could also be the determinate factor in survival-to-reproduce. A winnowing ‘system’ that has obviously, over eons, manifested in a myriad of successful life forms.

    The socialist egalitarians loudly amplify currently existing disparities in income, ownerships, and employment patterns. They demand immediate leveling of what they perceive as barriers, whilst completely disregarding the societal, economic, and technological evolutions that have taken place over the last century or so and are still taking place. From universal suffrage to actual hunger becoming a rarity, to the near universality of indoor plumbing and access to data. Everyone has had their lot improved in the fairly recent past. Objectively, while there are lagging examples, capitalism and invention are in the process of lifting all boats.

    In the trans movement case, the media/political/prestigeseekingdisregardedmicrominority cabal #

    wants a compassionate public to think their recruiting methodology — rapidly exploiting a vulnerability displayed over a matter of only weeks or a few months — is quick compassion. It is instead a ploy that in a clandestine tactic ignores the progression of an organism with a self-aware mind over a period of years of shifting hormones and growth, with psychological agility inevitably required but sometimes stumbling.

    This predatory behavior-under-the-guise-of-sympathy may not be the conscious tactic of all its perpetrators. As among the religionists and the socialists (with the latter of whom the transies seem to share a lot), a base of real believers must exist. That many consciously evil minds is inconceivable.

    But now I must reveal the most heinous culminations of this campaign: the deliberate, permanent destruction of potential. Surgical removal of mammaries or testicles? Removing a penis and ‘constructing’ a tube of tissue to imitate a vagina – or the gender opposite of that perversion — if a terrorist did any of that to a child, the world (with the exception of Harvard) would condemn it.

    Oh yes … add to our list of ‘gender care’ abominations; medications preventing puberty so a boy’s skeleton will never be sturdy, nor his hormones manageable – so he may never experience orgasms — lifetimes of torture lie at the feet of this poisonous phrase.

    The horror of our current situation is that “Gender Care” has become a shibboleth; a blessing-word. Any group or practice evoking it receives a form of reverent immunity. An entire movement sanctifies gender self-identifications, often railing against any attempt to ascertain the actual biology of self-identifiers, making for an almost hilarious confusion of direction-of-gender-shift. And there is the sports controversy, where activists insist that wanting to be must be legally accepted as *actually being *despite glaring injustices.

    I started out to cure a word problem and have drifted into neo-politics. At this point it seems sanguine to point out that abusing or mutilating a child under your care in loco parentis merits at least prison time. What an adult mind chooses to do with their own body is one thing. What ‘adult’ minds do to the bodies and minds of kids is something else.

    All of the above considered, I condemn the phrase “Gender Care” as unadulterated evil.

               The Grumpy Libertarian

    *I know, guilty of constructing one loong word. Blame it on a lurking Literary German gene.

    #Oops! Shouldnta’ used that word. I’ve known a couple of really NICE Wiccan

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