One of the worst things about humans is that our "intelligence" has allowed us to leave the food chain. Except for viruses, bacteria and the occasional Dingo nothing culls our herd anymore. Yet we harvest, harm or kill every species on the planet whether we intend to or not. Ourselves included.
We have become the Grim Reapers of life on earth. Unless we specifically decide otherwise, billions of "lives" are taken for our needs, wants and whims. And very few of the species that we are supposed to shepherd will die a natural death. A cow for my hamburger, a tree for my desk, an elephant for my ivory piano keys, a gorilla for his hands to be used as an ashtray and on and on and on.
Even if we do not acvtively target a species it is likely to get caught in the collateral damage. We mine precious gold and thus kill the salmon downstream. Forests are stripped away and replaced with strip malls. Oil is drilled on the bottom of the sea and kills the Gulf of Mexico. Dolphins are suffocated in nets because we want a tuna sandwich. The honey bee is sickened from the pesticides we use for our crops.
And then they die to satisfy our egos. Dogs are euthanized because we can no longer stand to see them in pain. Horses are put down when we can no longer ride them. We shoot bears if they have the audacity to eat from our garbage cans. Pets die of mistreatment and neglect. Mules, horses, canaries, pigeons, dogs and cattle die fighting along side us in our wars. Mice and monkeys in our labs.
The century-old tree in our yard will know this all too well tomorrow morning. As it lies mostly in our neighbors yard, he has decided that it must go. It's just "too big" and presents a "liability". So it will die a premature death to keep insurance premiums low; you understand. And when our neighbor signs the check for it's removal I wonder if he will then understand why it is that every species on the planet hates us. Maybe he'll realize that we are the true liability.
Monday, July 14, 2014
Thursday, April 3, 2014
Back from the DEAD!
Took sometime off from blogging to do some stuff. Stuff like cleaning my room, bike rides, soul searching, watching "WKRP in Cincinnati" reruns and the like. So after a year of blog inactivity, I logged in today to check and see if anyone actually visited "Thisiswhattheygiveme" during my hiatus and...VOILA! Traffic here has gone waaayy up since I stopped writing on it! Coincidence?
Here is the map that Google Blogger supplies me regarding traffic to the site for the past year. Dark greens represent heavy traffic(USA!) and the lighter the greens represent lighter traffic. The USofA is in first place with Russia in second(are you Ruskies trying to crack my password?). Then, ironically, the Ukraine was next followed by Germany.
I guess a nation has to visit more than once as visits from Greece, Malaysia, Romania and South Africa and listed in the numeric totals but not placed on the map.
Come on Australia! Only three visits? Pick up the pace a little bit!
My most viewed Blog Post? I Hate MiniVans(andthepeoplethatdrivethem!)
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Eat This NOT That...
I'm generally pretty polite to panhandlers and occasionally I do give them money. Especially if they actually work for it by playing a sax or by performing magic. But I get a little edgy when they start asking for MY food that I happen to be carrying at the time like when...
*Big, fat guy sits down at a bench across from my father and I and starts chatting us up. He then asks us for some $ for his next meal while he's eating a bag of those Roasted Pecans that you can buy from street carts but you don't because they cost like seven bucks a bag? Gall. My Dad looked very uncomfortable but I just laughed and told him "No".
*Big, fat guy on Michigan Avenue in Chicago spies my leftovers from The Cheese Cake Factory and asks if I'm going to eat them. ??? My girlfriends with me and I'm too unsure of the area to give him a crafty answer so I just walked on by.
*Today, I'm biking home with my take-out dinner from Noodles when I have to stop and zip my backpack because crap was starting to fall out of it. A big, fat girl waiting for the bus nearby asks "Hey you gonna eat that?"
Well, I was holding work shoe in my hand at the time so I had no idea what she was talking about so I just replied...
"What?"
"You gonna eat them Noodles leftovers you just threw on the ground?" says the fat girl.
I'm still a little confused but then realized that my noodles bag from Noodles had Noodles written on it so I figured that she was talking about the noodles even though it was new and not leftovers(whew).
"I didn't throw it on the ground. I set it on the ground" I replied while recramming junk in my backpack.
"I'll take em if you ain't gonna eat em then."
(OK, at this point I had just finished a difficult day at work and all I wanted to do was go home and eat so I really wasn't in the best of spirits for this encounter. The rest of what was said was done so with high volume and wild gesticulating.)
"YEAH, I'M GONNA EAT THEM! WHY DO THINK I'M CARRYING THEM AROUND, SO I CAN JUST THROW THEM OUT WHEN I GET HOME?!"
"Well fucking alright then you don't need to get all nasty about it motherfucker", says the big,fat girl.
"No, you're the one that's nasty asking people for their leftovers. You have a bag of fucking groceries, what are you doing asking me for my food?
"Fuck you motherfucker. Bike out of here you faggot ass"
"You're the one that you could use a ride on a bike you fat fuck" I replied as I rode away leaving her to scream at me.
By the way, that was the BEST bowl of Noodles I had ever eaten in my life.
*Big, fat guy sits down at a bench across from my father and I and starts chatting us up. He then asks us for some $ for his next meal while he's eating a bag of those Roasted Pecans that you can buy from street carts but you don't because they cost like seven bucks a bag? Gall. My Dad looked very uncomfortable but I just laughed and told him "No".
*Big, fat guy on Michigan Avenue in Chicago spies my leftovers from The Cheese Cake Factory and asks if I'm going to eat them. ??? My girlfriends with me and I'm too unsure of the area to give him a crafty answer so I just walked on by.
*Today, I'm biking home with my take-out dinner from Noodles when I have to stop and zip my backpack because crap was starting to fall out of it. A big, fat girl waiting for the bus nearby asks "Hey you gonna eat that?"
Well, I was holding work shoe in my hand at the time so I had no idea what she was talking about so I just replied...
"What?"
"You gonna eat them Noodles leftovers you just threw on the ground?" says the fat girl.
I'm still a little confused but then realized that my noodles bag from Noodles had Noodles written on it so I figured that she was talking about the noodles even though it was new and not leftovers(whew).
"I didn't throw it on the ground. I set it on the ground" I replied while recramming junk in my backpack.
"I'll take em if you ain't gonna eat em then."
(OK, at this point I had just finished a difficult day at work and all I wanted to do was go home and eat so I really wasn't in the best of spirits for this encounter. The rest of what was said was done so with high volume and wild gesticulating.)
"YEAH, I'M GONNA EAT THEM! WHY DO THINK I'M CARRYING THEM AROUND, SO I CAN JUST THROW THEM OUT WHEN I GET HOME?!"
"Well fucking alright then you don't need to get all nasty about it motherfucker", says the big,fat girl.
"No, you're the one that's nasty asking people for their leftovers. You have a bag of fucking groceries, what are you doing asking me for my food?
"Fuck you motherfucker. Bike out of here you faggot ass"
"You're the one that you could use a ride on a bike you fat fuck" I replied as I rode away leaving her to scream at me.
By the way, that was the BEST bowl of Noodles I had ever eaten in my life.
Sunday, August 19, 2012
Wisconsin Hicks
Ever dreamed about going out in the woods with your fellow hicks to hunt Gray Wolves? Then Wisconsin is the place for you, brother. And just to make it even more enjoyable, you're legally able to bring your own pack-of-dogs to add to the hunts festivities. Oh, oh! And if you are too much of a chickenshit to actually hunt a wolf you are able to use a trap as well!
The Facts: *Wisconsin has been receiving thousands of applications for Gray Wolf hunting that will enable "hunters" to bag 201 of the states 800 wolves. *The use of dogs is permitted. *The Chippewa Tribe gets first crack at them. *The hunt regulations are being set by the state legislature not the DNR. *You can shoot or trap a wolf as well as use bait.
The best part is this hillbilly quote from Scott Loomans of the DNR who is experiencing child-like euphoria at the application process. "I guess we really didn't know what to expect," Loomans said. "But it sounds encouraging. We're hoping to get as many applications as we can."
So there you go. Spend millions of dollars to bring back the wolf so hicks can have a day in the woods.
The Facts: *Wisconsin has been receiving thousands of applications for Gray Wolf hunting that will enable "hunters" to bag 201 of the states 800 wolves. *The use of dogs is permitted. *The Chippewa Tribe gets first crack at them. *The hunt regulations are being set by the state legislature not the DNR. *You can shoot or trap a wolf as well as use bait.
The best part is this hillbilly quote from Scott Loomans of the DNR who is experiencing child-like euphoria at the application process. "I guess we really didn't know what to expect," Loomans said. "But it sounds encouraging. We're hoping to get as many applications as we can."
So there you go. Spend millions of dollars to bring back the wolf so hicks can have a day in the woods.
Blacks, Democrats and Black Democrats
I'm tired of discussing the current political situation but I still enjoy the semantics of politics. Thought this bit was interesting, pretty accurate and absolutely ASTONISHING since it's a brother talking bad(and truthfully) about the Democratic Party and it's relationship with black Americans. Huh, truth really is stranger than fiction.
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Union For A Day
UNIONS! We love them and hate them! Me? I understand their purpose but question their usefulness for the most part. I am able to speak from experience on this matter as I was a union member for exactly ONE day...
The Story: I was hired as a grocery bagger at the Kroger supermarket in town and my starting wage was a hot $3.45 per hour which was ten-cents higher than the minimum wage of $3.35. How did I manage to successfully wrangle such a deal? The Union, Man! See, when I first started the local union rep explained to me how they had negotiated a "premium" starting wage for new employees and since they went through all this trouble to do this for me that they were going to deduct a mere TEN-CENTS-PER-HOUR in union dues in order to continue fighting for me, their fellow brother.
What?
So the union fought for an extra dime per hour for starting employees just so they could pay the union dues? That can't be right, can it? You bet your ass that's what they did, and after my first shitty day on that job I was thankfully contacted by a local restaurant(non-union) which offered to pay me better hourly wages and tips. I called up the Kroger store and told them the situation and they told me that I would have to meet wth the union rep(again) to sign a paper which would formally release me from the union. Yeah, right.
With that in mind, dear reader, I leave you with this classic union commercial from the 1980's. Enjoy.
The Story: I was hired as a grocery bagger at the Kroger supermarket in town and my starting wage was a hot $3.45 per hour which was ten-cents higher than the minimum wage of $3.35. How did I manage to successfully wrangle such a deal? The Union, Man! See, when I first started the local union rep explained to me how they had negotiated a "premium" starting wage for new employees and since they went through all this trouble to do this for me that they were going to deduct a mere TEN-CENTS-PER-HOUR in union dues in order to continue fighting for me, their fellow brother.
What?
So the union fought for an extra dime per hour for starting employees just so they could pay the union dues? That can't be right, can it? You bet your ass that's what they did, and after my first shitty day on that job I was thankfully contacted by a local restaurant(non-union) which offered to pay me better hourly wages and tips. I called up the Kroger store and told them the situation and they told me that I would have to meet wth the union rep(again) to sign a paper which would formally release me from the union. Yeah, right.
With that in mind, dear reader, I leave you with this classic union commercial from the 1980's. Enjoy.
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