Local newspaper reports crime rate rising. Believed due to a lack of enough police presence and a rising unemployment rate.
Idleness, lack of money and other aspects of being unemployed supposedly part of the problem.
Not mentioned is a psychological factor the Coot believes to be important, a lack of feeling needed, a lack of a sense of belonging within the community. I believe that lack is especially strong within males, a part of the male psychology.
No proof to offer though the Coot’s awesome amount of non-fiction reading the past few decades tells of various psychological factors related to a sense of belonging, of feeling needed and able to fulfill that need as assisting males in fulfilling a societal role conducive to civil behavior.
Perhaps instead of bailing out the wealthy elite we as a society need to work locally and keep as many folks employed as possible… and keep that paycheck coming and thank those performing public works for their efforts, especially if those efforts are via the public dole… also known as “make-work” programs.
Even if those illegals, due to the excess labor supply affecting the supply / demand equation, made your wages actually decline during a period of rising living costs.
Your ruling elites were able to assuage their guilt by “assisting” the ill-educated and impoverished by ignoring their illegal entry into the USA with California receiving the most.
You mere commoner citizens should also be giddy with glee that the supply / demand economic rule also affected rental rates. Only X amount of affordable housing for a growing number of residents. With four-MILLION more souls to house the only end result can be a rise in rental costs to accompany your real-income decrease but that’s OKAY!!! The wealthy elite assuage their collective guilt once more and local elites, those who are more likely to be landlords, profit from the influx of illegals who are not likely to complain about sub-standard living conditions due to wanting to maintain a low profile in case one of the very few law enforcement officers that actually enforce immigration laws should become involved.
It is a small price to pay you commoners. You are destined to exist in a 2nd-world-type state and eventually a 2nd-world-style country so your beloved leaders are merely preparing you for that life-style.
Thank your elite masters then continue obeying.
To not cater to the incoming horde of illegals makes you a racist, a xenophobe, a bigot, possibly a card-carrying member of whatever “hate group” is being used as a “toxic term” this month and assuredly guilty of a “thought crime” that many criminally insane Congress Critters are attempting to pass as federal statute within various “hate crime” bills. Typically tacked onto the hem of other legislation in an attempt to pass such legislation.
Wrong thinking can lead to imprisonment and fines.
You MUST obey, commoners.
If you should ever have to harm another, even in a case of self-defense, ensure you shout out for all to hear “I love you!!!” as you pummel your adversary so as to possibly fend off being charged with a “thought” or “hate” crime.
Sitting there placidly yet full of youthful energy. A good easy-to-manage well-behaved student.
Must be drugged. Doped up by a system that is one-sized-fits-all with little-to-no variances for the natural variances among people.
Doesn’t matter anyway. Schools are mainly for indoctrination, anyway.
Observe the popularity of the book titled
“All I Really Need To Know I Learned In Kindergarten.”
Understandably that title is a catchy adage but it does contain some logic.
Education is a complex issue already covered by the Coot but due to that complexity I only nibbled at the surface of the issue.
Hey, Herd, you may have noticed Coot Links ™ to Web sites such as Amazon.com. None of these links are “affiliate links” that are tied into receiving income for clicks and sales. Nope. Your Coot places links to assist the reader and to take thee to possible points of interest.
Your Disgruntled old raggedy thing does not make any money from babbling upon the Web. I don’t even try to do so. Not that there is anything wrong with that and your Coot may try to do so some day just to possibly be able to stock the refrigerator a wee bit better.
Oh… the educational system. A method to keep youth off the streets and out of the workforce and to indoctrinate the future commoners facing a life as commoners, as brainwashed supporters of a status quo that favors the elite class, corporations, their minions and others who have “sold their soul to the devil”.
Obey, kids. You are expected to obey later, also.
The bikini, one of the great inventions. Especially the tie-side bikini. Even the decrepit Old Coot will take a second peeklet at a fine young filly looking oh so good in one.
Of course, the Coot mind is not so far gone as to even think he could attract a lass of such a tender age looking oh so fine. Oh sure. In my 20s and even early 30s I could get a smile in return from the lasses but if I tried now I can envision the look of horror, even disgust, perhaps even a bout of derisive laughter if I were to offer a fine filly the type of smile I gave so many years ago.
Oh well. One has to accept reality. Especially to maximize happiness. Assisting the acceptance of reality at my advanced age is a reduction of certain hormones coursing through my withered body.
At Coot Age just being able to suck in another gasp of air and have a successful bowel movement at a decent time and the proper place is most satisfying.
Here comes that pesky Females as Property Movement (FAPM).
Coot Admission Time ™. In the realm of driving I see almost as many male idiots careening down the road as I do females.
Driving is one area in need of a huge winnowing to weed out the fools, idiots, droids, simpletons and those with simply no concern for the rights or safety of others.
For the good of society and the general public, FAPM demands and requires that drivers possess a mind-set that places safety to self and others first. The “me me me me me screw everybody else” attitude I see so often that leads to reckless (not wreck-less) driving behavior can not be tolerated any longer. The cost in lives and property is simply too high so, all ye barreling down the road with your screw-everybody-else attitude:
No more driving until you have proved the adoption of an attitude conveying true regards for others’ safety.
Thank you, ladies. Thank you. I thought you would agree with the Old Disgruntled One.
There’s some of those crinkle-cut fries I mentioned awhile back.
Some folks consider crinkle-cuts to be a superior style of french fry. Coot agrees. For whatever reason fewer restaurants and scarf-n-barf burger joints offer crinkle-cuts. Coot Supposition is that crinkle-cuts cost a smidgen more than those puny plain drab work-a-day fries as shoved across the counter of the major chain purveyors of sameness across the land, infesting society with a corporate sameness that is so desired by so many bleating sheep and their elite class masters.
Shave even a minute fraction of a penny off a cost of doing business and when the yearly totals are added up it is doubtful those savings are passed on to the consumer. Nope.
Where do you think those BIG bonuses to the expensive-suit-wearing corporate higher-ups come from?
As for the Coot, I try to spend my discretionary out-of-the-shanty discretionary food dollars at non-chain firms.
If there is a locally-owned burger joint and the food is worthy of my money, that’s where I will buy the once-in-awhile store-bought meal.
There is a local dive that purveys crinkle-cut fries and when the urge is upon me, that is one of the places I go.
Toss me a fry, commoner. Serve me. Obey me. My health insurance is far superior to yours, hah hah.
Note those funky little ridges that assist in holding whatever condiment, if any, the fry is dunked into. When a mere Cootlet I typically dipped my fries into my chocolate shake if one accompanied the meal.
As I aged and my evolving belly grew outward, sideways, a wee bit upwards and sagged towards the ground below, ketchup (catsup) became the dipping delight of choice.
Tiring of what Ronald Reagen proclaimed to be a vegetable I evolved, reducing the gut size a smidgen thus allowing the consumption of calorie-intense mayonnaise or tartar sauce to be used as a dip.
Ranch dressing is also used when available.
Many dipping agents can be used depending upon individual desire. Even none for those preferring a bare nude fry unadulterated with outside flavoring.
Interestingly to me, I again find myself reaching for the catsup (ketchup?) when fry dipping time is at hand.
Those crinkles cut into the fry are just so handy in maximizing the amount of goop clinging to the fry and minimizes the gloop amount dripping upon the eater. Those crevasses can be overwhelmed leading to drips but normal care and sitting in a full upright position will minimize dripping glop upon ones’ clothing.
Up there is a plate full with, perhaps, the perfect amount of crispiness. Crispiness level desired is an individual decision. Appearance is not always a good indicator of crispiness level unless the fries are definitely overcooked and the very dark outterness shouts out super-crispy!!!!
There’s a pretty pile of fries with a dab of katsup (cetchup?) alongside. The level of crispiness also looks optimal. If I prepared that serving I would feel a sense of accomplishment and pride and a sense of having served my fellow humans well and could die satisfied with a sense of living a life well-lived.
Here’s how to make a smaller serving appear larger… use a smaller container that a small serving overflows, spilling over the sides. The “spilled” fries are not shown here but transporting the fries from the serving area to the counter or to the diner’s table will jostle a few fries, sending them cascading over the sides.
Some partakers may find these fries just slightly overcooked while others will view them as perfection and a few want them cooked more.
Here is a tip for the servers and entrepreneurs in the Herd. If you want to maximize customer satisfaction ensure a few fries cascade out of the container, either onto a tray or into the bag holding the meal.
Many consumers/customers revel in seeing a few fries out of the container laying upon the paper-covered plastic tray or running free at the bottom of the paper to-go bag as they work their way downward past the fries and sandwiches, whatever incredible edibles are ensconced within the bag.
Guys, do not argue. It’s like arguing with an empty cardboard box. Just hop into your car, atop your motorcycle, call a cab or hoof it. Hop a train, hitch hike, jog, roller skate, whatever transportation method available and rush off to a nearby burger joint.
If it has been awhile since you shoved a handful of crinkle-cut fries into your gaping maw listen to the Coot’s sage advice. Try them anew. Compare them to those limp, flaccid, skinny non-crinkled womanly fries corporate America thinks you prefer.
Maybe you do prefer flaccid fries. That’s okay, it’s a semi-free country, as much as our elite class masters allow.
But, anyway, just get outta’ the shanty and get out there for a meal of real greasy gut-wrenching capillary-clogging hopefully all-American grease-laden grub and leave the mystery meal to the little lady and any spawn you may have.
Extra points if the burger joint uses mini-skirt-clad cute carhops.
Tags: Daffy Dames, food, imbibe, scarf, yummy
