Confrontation for Kids.

I’ve got a friend whose little shit machine, well, actually it’s almost all growsed up so I guess it’s a big shit machine now, is getting picked on at school. We’ve all experienced it, and it’s pretty standard part of growing up, right? So what do you do about it? You help the kid learn how to effectively stand up for itself, teach it conflict resolution techniques, and treat this like any other skill that needs to be practiced and mastered. Because this is the sort of thing that’s a routine part of life, and will never go away. We’re always going to be dealing with trifling shitheads who insist on testing us, so it’s better to learn how to deal with them early.

Well not any more. We’re in a brave new world where every human being is entitled to a life completely free from tension or uncomfortableness. That was me being sarcastic. Sadly, this seems to be the impression that parents are under today. That it’s reasonable to expect that their shit machine will never have to experience anything unpleasant. Well, I’m here to say that that’s an unreasonable expectation, and operating under it will actually be doing a disservice to your shit machine.
“But I love my shit machine, and I’ll do anything to protect it! What you’re saying makes no sense!”

I know you’re in a big rush to save the day, but hang in there captain valiant. It’s coming.

In this particular instance, the child experienced some teasing. It was something along the lines of “Nobody likes you”. In terms of severity, that’s really not so bad. I can see a youngster getting upset by it, and this is the moment for a parent to help put things in perspective, and introduce techniques for countering this sort of thing, when it repeats. This is a good time to introduce concepts such as generalization, absolute, gossip, manipulation and shithead.

When little Suzy, or anyone else for that matter, comes along and says “Nobody likes you”, what she means is “I’m going to fuck with you to see if I can get you upset. And if I can, I’m going to keep fucking with you”. This is a test. She got you upset, so you failed the test. That’s because you weren’t expecting it. A very effective counter response would be to redirect it back on little Suzy, and do it harder so she learns that this is one shit machine that will stand up for herself. Most people will reflexively become defensive, and try to counter that it isn’t true, I’m really not that bad, blah, blah blah. That is also a failure. Always take the offensive, and strike back. Hard. Suzy needs to be shown that she does not have the power to hurt the shit machines feelings. And that the shit machine is perfectly comfortable hurting Suzy right back. I would probably go with “You know what nobody likes? Shit-talking little cunts like you Suzy. Now fuck off before I put my foot in your ass”., but that’s me. You’ll probably want to tweak that a bit to strike the right balance of “I don’t give a shit what you think”, and “Suzy smashing time” that would be appropriate for your child’s age, and situation.

The element of surprise is gone, Suzy has revealed herself as a bully, and by running home crying to mommy, your shit machine has demonstrated that it is a suitable target. Suzy is going to keep fucking with your kid, until your kid puts an end to it. Suzy is also going to shit talk your kid, so it would be good to anticipate that and learn how to effectively counteract gossip, but I’m not so great at that. My response has always been to not give a fuck. And to verbally tear people to shreds. I usually go straight for the jugular. It works pretty well. There’s probably a book about gossip mastery out there. You should go get it and read it. Together. With your shit machine. Or you could go running to authority. The adult equivalent of mommy. But that’s the worst thing you can do. Because now little Suzy the  shit-talking cunt knows that not only does she have power over your shit machine, but she has power over you. She fucks with your kid, kid comes home crying, and you run around making a big deal out of it. This is entertainment for Suzy and her little coterie. We’ve got it too good today, people are bored and looking for amusement. So they fuck with each other and start drama. If you as the parent freak out, you’re only feeding into this. Sadly, that’s exactly what my friend did.

I found out about all this on the facebook feed. She’s got her circle of over-protective parents who were encouraging her to go to the principle, and the administration, and file all kinds of complaints. If that didn’t work, one of them even said to go to the police, and the mayor, even take it up with the local television news. Because her kid had its feelings hurt.

Quite a few times, home schooling was bounced around. Which for the record, I think is a terrible idea, for any reason. A big part of the education children receive in school has nothing to do with the academic subjects. It’s the socialization process, and critical steps occur at different times in a persons development. And there is no substitution or replacement. I actually consider home schooling akin to child abuse, because the kid will wind up permanently stunted. You ever meet someone who was really weird, but not in a redeeming way? They were home schooled.

You’re essentially conditioning your shit machine to believe that the world is such a harsh & horrific place that they need to be protected from exposure to it, and that the child is too weak to be able to survive on it’s own. That is the dictionary definition of over protective.

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Pictured in the dress: You

Sadly, with all the benefits of modern technology comes the ability to sequester yourself in a comfortable little confirmation bias cocoon. If you don’t know what confirmation bias is, I encourage you to push this link and read all about it. It’s going to come up a lot here so you should familiarize yourself with the concept, but it basically means you surround yourself with information that only reinforces, or confirms, what you already think or believe. It’s occurrence is at epidemic proportions, I’d say it’s even culturally engrained right now.

That’s a problem because the counter-point, or devils advocate, serves a useful purpose. It’s a check on your reasoning, or lack thereof. That’s why dissertations and legal arguments, are vigorously attacked. If they withstand the scrutiny, they are sound. Sadly, folks are hostile to that prospect in their personal lives. If you make a suggestion that doesn’t support what they already believe, or (GASP!) disagree, they’ll get upset and commonly lash out at you personally. Don’t get offended, that usually means you’re right, and they know you’re right (even if just subconsciously), and they’re too insecure or immature to engage in an adult discussion. Think about it, if a 4 year old really wanted to jump off the top of a waterfall, and you told it that that wasn’t a good idea, it would probably start crying and maybe even call you names. That’s because it’s a child, and children are just retarded adults. Sadly, many adults do not outgrow the retardation.

So far, Mom has kept her child home from school for a few days (there was only 3 weeks left in the year), and went on a field trip. As far as I can tell, I’m the only voice arguing that over-involvement will only make matters worse, and that the most effective way to deal with this would be to teach the child effective conflict resolution techniques and how to stand up for herself. Mom’s in a confirmation bias echo chamber, and they’re all supporting these dysfunctional over-reactions. As far as I can tell, none of them have actually analyzed the situation, they’re going on pure emotion. Which is the enemy of reason.

That’s probably all I’ve got to say on the matter, because unless its covered with fluffy white clouds, I can’t present any information that doesn’t support the crusade. And it’s frustrating to watch a colossal fuckup happening, and not even be able to say anything about it for fear the other party will throw a temper tantrum. But that’s the world we’re living in today. You can’t even step out your front door without someone getting offended. So, I have to write anonymously here to get it all out. For the record, and date stamped 6/24/2014:

What you are doing is wrong.

You are making the situation worse.

If you home school her, you are going to screw her up permanently.

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Cassandra of Troy. She’s got an interesting story.

Finally, no post of this nature would be complete without Bill Maher’s rant on sensitivity:

Lullabies to Paralyze

With rare exception*, commercial radio has sucked ass for the past 25 years. And the ass suckage has only increased in magnitude over that period of time. There are too many commercials, which are of poor quality – I shit you not I heard a commercial on the radio not long ago where the female announcer was yelling through the whole copy, and they play the same song(s) all day long. Used to be it was a handful of times a day, but the last time I was listening to commercial radio, about a year ago while doing some yard work, the commercial / song ratio was in parity, and they played that fucking Avicci song 6 fucking times in 2 hours. 6 fucking times. In two hours. In case you’re an idiot with a 27 second attention span, or 98% of the American population, you’ve forgotten it already, so here it is. For your listening pleasure, the mainstream (aka shitty taste in popular music) feel good hit of the summer, 2013:

 

It’s a catchy little pop tune scientifically designed to get wedged in your craw. And it was played to death last year. Which, incidentally kiddies, is the origin of the term “Played Out”. It comes from the tendency of radio stations to play a play a popular song so frequently, even people who enjoyed it early on get sick of it.

Now I love music, and I love having some playing all day long. But it’s next to impossible to find a station that’s tolerable – few to no commercials and a decent range of preferably new songs. At the top of the cable TV station range are these music channels, and  there’s seemingly something for everyone. I rigged the cable box up to the receiver so I could listen to the music without the TV being on, like an actual radio station, and put on channel 1814, which they call “Adult Alternative”. I am an adult, and when I wasn’t,  “Alternative” was a label given to the artsy, original bands, and encapsulated everything from punk – metal – improvisational pop jazz. Basically it meant anything they couldn’t play on mainstream radio. Which as previously mentioned sucked ass to intolerability. So I figured this was just the thing. But I was mistaken. They tricked me. It’s just a shitty soft-rock station emphasizing positive energy songs. “Positive energy” is the industry euphemism for happy, happy, upbeat, sunshine, puppydogs & ice cream, marshmallow fluff bullshit songs created as fertilizer for the rainbows & rhododendrons growing in your belly. A variation of what comrade Marx would call an “opiate for the masses”. They’re adult lullabies. Lullabies to Paralyze**. And they fucking piss me off, man.

Here’s one of the songs in regular rotation on that channel:

“Best Day of my Life”, by some group calling themselves the American Authors. The ghey on this song is very strong. Just listen to that slop. Everything about it is fuzzy teddy bears, and warm blankies. This is a goddamn nursery rhyme, for adults. You might be saying “So what? I like to be happy & this song makes me happy. In fact, I’m going to go out and have the best day of my life, while listening to the song “Best Day of My Life””. To which I reply, you are a fucking moron. Go play with your trains now.

This is terrible because as adults, we (should) have the capacity to experience and accept the full spectrum range of human emotion and experience. When things suck shit, as they frequently do, we (should) accept it, and get pissed off enough to get off our fat, lazy asses and do something to make it better. Listening to shit like this is just passively accepting the suck.

Here’s another one:

It’s called “The Walker”, by Fitz and the Tantrums. Not nearly as objectionable as the previous example, but it’s got that happy, happy, joy, joy vibe. Absolutely nothing edgy here.

Here’s another song that’s really driving me crazy:

WARNING: DO NOT LISTEN TO THIS SONG! IT WILL GET LODGED IN YOUR BRAIN!

It’s called “Marry that Girl”, by Scott Porter. It’s as bland and weak as watered down baby formula, and it’s going to be a smashing success. He took a couple basic ska/reggae type chords and chants the same two or three lines over & over & over again. From what I can gather, some open-mic level singer-song writer guy with a very weak set and poor prospects did not get parental approval when seeking engagement with the object of his affection. And he decided to throw caution to the wind and proceed regardless. Following decades of Hollywood romantic comedy film conditioning, I guess everybody today wants to have some dramatic tension in their boring lives. Since rarely do events worthy of true crisis present themselves folks are now fabricating them so they can have something interesting to talk about for the rest of their tedious existence.

“When Scott wanted to propose to me, my father said no, but we overcame adversity and true love triumphed in the end”.

That’s exactly the script he & his fiancee will be running, ad nauseum, until the cold embrace of death liberates their social circle from this “romantic & challenging” prelude anecdote. Guess what, whipper-snappers, I wouldn’t approve either. Unless there’s a trust fund to fall back on, this dude does not have the fundamental basis for a successful marriage. And until he’s able to provide for a family, he shouldn’t be marrying anyone else. Everything isn’t going to work out fine. Following the honeymoon phase, y’all are going to struggle financially and emotionally, and will most likely wind up divorced. Please don’t bring children into your fucked up, retarded, adolescent fantasy. You’ll just be harming innocents.

Which brings us to the worst of the worst, “I Want to Get Better”, by the Bleachers:

Is life so unbearably challenging that people are reduced to this? Jeez, louise! We’ve all got problems, but is it so bad that folks are “Screaming from an overpass” that “[they] want to get better”?! What the flying fuck is that going to accomplish? If there’s something troubling you, determine what it is, and then figure out a way to fix it. Wutzzamatta cupcake? Feewing sad & lonely? Shit people, it’s not the end of the world. Go out and do shit. Socialize. Meet other people. Don’t sit there and cry about it, like a little cry baby. And that’s what this song is. It’s designed to take your mind off of whatever it is that’s bothering you. But it’s only temporary. This upbeat little number will come on, you’ll connect with that line, and you’ll feel better for a little bit. But then you’ll crash, and your life will still suck because you didn’t get off your ass and take some proactive action. Because you’re lazy, and you’re a frightened little rabbit, and you’re terrified of change. So rather than saturating your life with sappy panacea, just accept your wretched existence. You may not “get better”, but believe it or not, you will actually feel better.

And now, it’s time to counter-balance the preceeding duplicitous bullshit with some level 10 awesomeness:

 

* Up until the mid 90’s, quality radio programming could be found in the NYC area from stations like 92.7 WDRE on Long Island, and NYC’s 92.3, morning home of Howard Stern in his prime. There are independent, non-profit community radio stations throughout the country which offer high quality programming, such as NJ’s WMFU, KXLU in Los Angeles, Seattles KEXP, etc. These good stations can be internet streamed, and I encourage all to do so, & support what they do.

** Lullabies to Paralyze is the title of the fourth studio album by Queens of the Stone Age, released on March 21, 2005. There are a few good songs on there.

 

You make me want to fucking throw up.

Memorial day weekend is here, and I’m supposed to be packing up for a camping trip. There’s lots to do to get ready, it’s going to be a nice weekend in the Hudson Valley, and this is a traditional way to spend the holiday. But I’m not getting ready. I’m writing on this blog because I’m absolutely disgusted.

There was a cocktail party at the 9/11 memorial. And here’s a picture of the motherfuckers dancing on the graves of 1,115 people. That’s how many bodies are still buried under the gift shop.

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Photo: John Angelillo/Getty Images

Guess who was there. Go ahead, I dare you. Take a wild guess.

Give up?

This asshole:

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The mayor of NYC. Yeah, yeah, I know, he’s no longer the mayor, but fuck this shithead.

Giuliani wasn’t there. Dinkins wasn’t there. Ed Koch, the most attention whoring mayor in recent memory wasn’t there. But this piece of shit was.

Close to Memorial day no less. For all you retards out there who don’t recognize why the offense is compounded by proximity to this holiday, Memorial Day isn’t just bar-be-que & beach party weekend. It’s a national holiday to honor those who’ve served the country. Typically this means the military, but it’s perfectly reasonable to extend that sphere out to encompass emergency responders. You know, people like police officers, or firefighters or medics. The people who 12 and a half years ago saw the twin towers engulfed in flames, AND RAN TOWARDS IT!

Yeah, we can include those folks. Because they died in service to their nation.

Just in case you forgot, this is what they ran towards:

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To help complete strangers.

You wanna know where Bloomberg was on 911?
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Partying in Bermuda with half the attendees at this shindig, plotting & scheming how to capitalize on it. I gua-rawn-fucking-tee you.

Some of you I’m sure are sitting there thinking “Ah, so what? Who cares?”, well there’s something fundamentally wrong with you, which I’ll break down at a later date. But I’ll still briefly explain why this is so offensive.

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All the people in this picture died, trying to save people like you. And a powerful elite partied it up on top of their graves, on the holiday that is meant to honor their sacrifice. That’s just about as disrespectful and offensive as it can get. Actually, let’s remove that qualifier. That is exactly as disrespectful and offensive as it can get. Would it be more offensive if the attendees were Arabic? . . . . Nope. It’s more offensive that they’re Americans and New Yorkers no less.

If you’re still not getting it, imagine the French throwing a rave at Normandy Beach on the 4th of July. Or let’s get a little more personal, how would you like it the mayor of your po-dunk, shithole town came and partied right on top of your parents / grandparents graves? On their birthdays?  Anyways, I’ve had enough trying to get through to you. You’re fucking retarded, and should really do your part in the devolution problem by killing yourself.

They’re also charging $24 to get in to the museum. Which, along with their “$65 million operating budget” is complete bullshit. But as far as I know, the memorial grounds are still free, so at least it’s got that going for it.

In a future posting I’m going to get into this shithead:

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That’s Danny Meyer, and he’s opening a restaurant on the grounds.

These cunts:

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Clifford Chanin, Alice Greenwald, Joe Daniels – each of whom is drawing $500,000 per year to sit on the 9/11 memorial board of directors. Way to inject diversity sensitive issues surrounding this catastrophe.

I’d also like to ask this motherfucker:

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Michael Frazier – museum spokesperson, why the memorial needs a professional marketing department.

Why?

But for now I’ve got shit to do. Like hang my flag, and get ready for the weekend. But first I’m going to fucking throw up.

Save the planet, kill yourself.

Welcome to the launch of Confrontation Camp blog. This online journal is an outlet dedicated to reflection on the not inconsiderable depth, breadth and scope of human stupidty. Or more precisely, the frustration which is the inevitable byproduct of exposure to the frequently monumental retardation the human race is capable of. Now go fuck your mother.

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