Thursday, September 11, 2008
jail time, snail time.
I hope all of you enjoy the picture above. someone mentioned that long blocks of words weren't as entertaining without pictures, so there you have it. a picture. well here comes episode 2 of word vomit on whatever it is that's on my mind. brace yourself, you might find it impossible to disagree with me. Just kidding, the majority of you may wonder what planet birthed me and why I'm still here. We'll see. I've noticed over the last forever, that almost everyone who obtains any type of authority tends to exercise it. I'll be the first to tell anyone who will listen, that living in the USA is without doubt one of the greatest blessings receivable, I've lived outside of the magnificent walls of our 50 state wonder and I'll tell ya, Dorthy and I are on the same level with her famed exclamation, "There's no place like home." I'll go ahead and put it out there, it is a privilege to live here. We are PRIVILEGED. Hmm, what's that mean? Here's a closest that I can get to being universally accepted definition of the word privileged: the right, immunity, or benefit enjoyed only by a person beyond the advantages of most. From first hand experience, as Americans we're over privileged compared to several other inhabitants on our planet. So where am I getting at with all of this, well, I'll tell you. Do our privileges come from our wealth? Is it birthed from our strict system of government? It is available to us from the laws we have? Well, I don't think so. Other countries have wealth, our government is too loose to be considered strict, and boy, it can't be from the laws. Time to chew on a thought: our laws, rules, procedures, regulations, and processes. I have a few issues concerning laws, but have no solution. Here we go: Why is it that a police officer can violate the speed limit and receive no punishment, but turn around and punish me for doing the same thing? Hypocritical? The cop yes, as hypocritical as they come...the law, no. The law is fair, it's the exercised authority where I sense the failure. Next, South Carolina is an at-will, equal opportunity state...so in a nut shell, I've got a shot just like Jose Gonzales and Leroy Jackson do at getting the waiter job at the Chinese restaurant. So we walk in, and all apply for the position, I don't get hired, and I ask why not....The response almost makes me vomit, "well we're looking for someone with experience." I respond, "well then, how do I get experience, because taking mom and dad's plate from the table to the kitchen sink every night probably won't cut it." The likely answer: "Oh, just try back with us later." The true answer: "I'm not sure how you'll ever get experience, unless dad opens a restaurant or asks his friend who does, to give your worthless tail a chance, because I sure won't." So once again, the law is fair, everyone has a fair chance, but the exercised hand can choose how he or she pleases. The same situation applies to building credit. I've gotten it I don't know how many times..."Sorry, we can't approve you for this, you have no credit." the response, "How do I get credit?" then the human applies for a credit card, "Sorry, you're not approved, you have no credit." the response, "Uh, how can I have credit, if not one will let me build." the answer, "Get a co-signer." the question, "Well how did he get credit?" response, "Some other co-signer?" curious response, "well I wonder who the first person was to get the ball rolling." OK, so my point to such scenarios as presented above is to provide proof that on certain levels there are, we'll call them "glitches in the system" or they can be viewed as privileged laws/rules/procedures. So why did I go into such a raving long explosion of words, to say all that? Well, is there an alternative form of living? The answer: Yes. Allow me to explain. For twenty-four sweaty, dirty, love filled months I tarried in the wilderness on the island of Hispaniola, covering the majority of the dirty southern part of land known as the campo of the Dominican Republic. The DR plays by a completely different set of rules in all forms of government, procedure, and even basketball. For example, you will never be pulled over for speeding or ticketed for getting in a wreck with someone, or in any trouble for running a red light. However, you had better not get caught talking on your cell phone, or going down a one-way street the wrong way! Dominicans haven't grasped the idea of agency, like Americans have. Throughout the entire country they've eliminated mass speeding with two things: speed bumps (no one wants to go air born so you've gotta stop) and pot holes. It works for them. I saw several fender benders but never a serious wreck. The police work a little differently too, if the police are after you, no warrant is needed, and if you don't cooperate, odds are you'll get shot. Prison space is limited so they won't hold you forever, but if you keep messing around, you'll answer to death. So down there, you obey the rules (the ones that exist), or you die. Slightly different approach than ours. I've often said to myself, "self, ya know if every time you stole something they chopped off a limb, odds are you wouldn't be stealing after 4 times." "Or hey, if I break the law would I do it again if they shipped me off to a place where no indoor plumbing exists, electricity comes and goes, and the variety of food is limited to vegetable oil, rice, beans, mayonnaise, and infested meat." If that's the way it worked odds are, we've have a lot less rule breakers, thieves, and criminals. So what am I saying? Opposite to what you may be thinking I'm about to say, here's what I have to say. Odds are, if we strengthened/changed several of our rules, procedures, and laws we'd end up being like those under-privileged places. Some changes would make us even better than we already are, but, we have a privileged set-up if you look at the big picture. So where do we get such privileges? I think it's the agency, freedom to break the law without dying that governs our privileges. I think anarchy leads to chaos. Perhaps Land of the Free has more than one meaning. What do you think?
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About this post and the previous one: Yes, I also wonder how McCain fit 3000 candles on his last birthday cake. I guess they just had to write the number with icing. Yes, he is also a democrat at heart, but for some reason he decided there should be one republican in the mix and chose Palin. So its 2 Dems. vs. 1 Dem 1Rep. Shiver me fart squash! As to the stuff about America's laws, yes, they do want us all to become robots or calculators. I'm not sure which, but I hope the metallic fillings in my teeth have nothing to do with it. What I know is that life is about people. People. People who came from where? We know the answer. "Look to God and live."
That was interesting and as often is the case, I had no idea where you were going with until you got there. (unpredictable - that's you) i liked it. McCain is not 3000 :)...come on - you got to at least give the demopublican credit for being "experienced" :)
sorry, credit for experience barrels up to 2999 years. after that, you're considered to be one of those humans who have lost their mind. who ever heard of a republican being democrat? unless his mom is juliet and his dad romeo, he doesn't have much of an excuse.
I really have no comment other than to say I love your ramblings Jacob. At least you have something to say about things...I applaud that!
BOO POLITICS!
Dude why don't ya just become a hippie! Cuz you are acting like one.
I remember being 20-something (OKAY I KNOW YOUR AGE because you come between LaNelle and Peter but maybe you like it a secret)and thinking 70 year olds were OLD. Hmmm...now they are only a decade and some change older than my husband and they seem not very old at all. I just cannot agree with your age issue because I know 50 year olds who are ancient and 90 year olds who are young...your other complaints I can see where you are coming from but think...well, ok, what I really think is that you and Peter both need to find a wife and you'll truly be happier and less...ANGRY! I love you and I love your ravings!!!!
When you talk about old, you are talking to the right person, flab fat and all, but some of us can still remember our name and can say I love you and what else is as imporant as that ! Now I don't think this ole lady is up to running the countrybut that is not saying wisdom and age don't count for alot. I love you, granny
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