Coot Conundrums and Coot Condones

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“Hip hippie hooray!!!!!!!  We quiver with delight when it is Word of the Week time!!!!”

Well, that’s what this Old Coot imagines portions of the herd bellowing.

Conundrum

That’s the word. Click on it for word enlightenment you rag tag mob.

Coot Babbling via Brief Utterances

A problem few of the mass media is informing the herd about and, sadly, that few herd members know about due to their lack of caring about the many methods used to screw the commoners.

Local, state and federal levels…. be aware that even a honest law-abiding citizen can be a victim of highway robbery by a government bureaucracy(ies) and the elite’s minions within that/those bureaucracy(ies).

Human Psychology Moment ™

Look around you. Observe that which is elevated. Church spires. Monuments. Flags.  Statues.  Various edifices we are expected to idolize and/or revere.

One not thought of much is inside a court room.

Next time you are in court for anything notice how the judge, often an older guy wearing a black dress, is sitting at the highest position inside that room.  There are psychological reasons for that judge/judges to be elevated above all others.

Do your own research why that is so.

There’s MORE!!!!

Peruse every juicy morsel of the myriad mumblings tumbling out of the Disgruntled One’s ™  Myopic Mind-set ™.

Coot Visits Cockeyed

Curious as to the latest goings-on of the glorious few harassing the herd in the Sacramento, California the Coot Critter crawled through the innertubes to ppek at the latest shenanigans.

Lo, frolics awaited. But, no herd harassing.  Poke around the Cockeyed site for instances of past herd harassing.

In an ongoing quest to assist the herd Cockeyed has performed another vital service during these rough-to-some economic times by ascertaining the cost of concocting a common sandwhich:

How Much is Inside a Sandwich?

In his own esteemed words, as presented to the public at his wondrous Web site, we read:

“Behold! Thanks to extensive ingredient price data gathered while compiling How Much is Inside a Sandwich? I am now intimately familiar with the financial resources required to build a sandwich. To share this knowledge with the world, I present to you the Cockeyed.com Sandwich Cost Calculator!”

A glorious gift to humanity.  Even a daffy dame babbling away endlessly about the assuredly most inane topics imaginable via the cell phone semi-permanently attached to her drivel-filled head can use the Sandwich Cost Calculator to ascertain the costs of various sandwich types to feed her family.

Wait. I must be thinking of an era long past. A modern female exerting the least amount of effort to feed the family even during these tough economic times that have forced so many folks to scale back?

How silly of me!!!

Toxic Terms

Language and communications.

Closely related and intertwined but the  complexities of language and communications in general are immense.  Complicated even.

Just because you speak does not mean the one hearing the words has heard what you intended to say. The same with the written word.

Never assume your words were understood.

Even if understood there are levels of understanding and the one hearing may add or subtract to your intended message via the hearer’s internal thought processes.

Reading yet another news story from a USA-based news agency that labeled a foreign government as a “regime” prompted the Coot to toss the subject of language, communication, words, etc. into the bonfire that is the Disgruntled Old Coot Shanty upon the Web ™.

I use the label “toxic term” to describe a word that is intended to arouse a negative feeling within the one hearing or reading the word or term.  Using words or terms that incite positive or negative feelings in the listener/reader is a time-honored tradition and a vital part of all propaganda machines.

The USA uses them along with every country, entity, organization heck everything and everybody uses propaganda and the multitude of tactics that make propaganda so effective… even on those educated to detect propaganda!!!!

For the proverbial record your Coot Critter uses plenty of what could be considered toxic terms but with an important difference compared to the typical propaganda;  your Coot is so BLATANT with their use!!!

Vile scum putrid disgusting filth vermin unAmerican spit-in-your-face elites and their lackeys, minions, cohorts, etc. along with other words and terms are not subtle.

The best propaganda does not arouse TOO greatly, usually. Sure, at times, depending upon the circumstances, “official” propaganda can use ’strong’ venomous hard-hitting words and terms but most “good” propaganda trend to the subtle side of language; one thing that can make detecting propaganda difficult at times.

Give credit to the Cootster… Cootster Credit!!!!!  Never label me as subtle.

I toss out my beliefs, opinions, declarations and other who-knows-what-it-is stuff and leave it to the reader to arrive at their own conclusion… even if as many e-mails aver that the Disgruntled One is a nut.

But, that’s okay. Reading those communications it is easy to determine the writer is a typical brainwashed bleating sheep whose knowledge base is most likely thousands of hours of staring at TV sit-coms and who has been indoctrinated thoroughly by minds far superior to theirs.

Denunciations from that class of commoners sates the Coot’s soul since their anger and disgust indicates I am on the proper path.

Keep those cards and letters coming, folks!!!!

Another toxic term I hear frequently is “compound.”   A religious group living on an isolated farm in a run-of-the-mill wood-sided house that perhaps has a storm cellar within or nearby, well, do not be surprised if the modest home is labeled a “compound” if the mass media and/or some intrusive government bureaucracy disagrees with the belief(s) of those dwelling there.

“Compound” is frequently heard in the media or from babbling bellicose bureaucrats and politicians when referring to a foreign government’s “seat(s) of power” when that government is unpopular with our power structure or refuses to kneel down to and appease our elites.

A foreign government does NOT have to be a threat to the USA and may never want or plan on physically attacking the USA here, there or anywhere. To be a regime and be headquartered in a compound all a foreign governmental entity has to do is not bow down to our economic and political masters or, especially, not allow our corporations to enter and SKIM off the wealth of that country’s masses… perhaps the ultimate evil of any country in the minds of our overlords.

Since the Coot, for various and mighty fine reasons in my Disgruntled Opinion, holds a tidal wave’s worth of negative opinions towards the federal government, the elite class and its lackeys, bureaucrats and bureaucracies, I hereby proclaim that Disgruntled Old Cootness is in and of itself now a Regime and that the Coot Shanty is officially a Compound. Get off my compound’s lawn!!!

When exposed to toxic terms, herd, keep an eye and ear or two of each alerted for that term-type, be alert for propaganda.

See if you can detect many, most or all toxic terms tossed at thee.

Not all are obvious. How words and terms are used in context with other words and terms can greatly affect how they are perceived.

Just be aware, always,  that We, the People, are bombarded by propaganda that is designed to make us accepting of the status quo that allows an elite class to amass enormous amounts of OUR wealth and leave us impoverished in many ways, economically, socially and spiritually.

“Right Wing Militia” is a label that is hard to define and is basically meaningless but does arouse emotions in many… and those emotions vary. Often, the term is used with little to no description of what that term represents.

Is a Right Wing Militia a group of people the media and/or some loyal-to-pay-and-pension bureaucratic lackey of the elite class and/or a corporation and/or a special-interest group dislikes or fears or whatever for some reason?

Is it a group of nutcases who may harm innocent folks? A group that is law-abiding and gathers for whatever reason in order to be prepared for some eventuality that may require future action?

Is the group harmless or an actual threat?

We are seldom informed of enough details to arrive at our own decision. Our beloved all-powerful all-knowing leaders and their lackeys do that for us.

Consider this; recently, federal bureaucrats determined that troops returning from overseas may pose a threat to the elite class and its status quo, as evidenced by the following borrowed political cartoon (thank you):

Maybe the feds are right!!! When I returned after two tours to southeast Asia I commenced a journey with many questions and doubts within my mind and followed up with decades of non-fiction reading and living life as one of the working-poor doing tasks vital to making the USA operate on a daily basis and experienced the many negative impacts to my life-style, economically and socially, from having to compete with MILLIONS of illegal alien invaders.

Doing the jobs that vile noxious perverted unAmerican scum politicians declared Americans were unwilling to do!!!

Well, I returned from overseas when military popularity was at an extreme ebb. Maybe that had its effect. I know that friends and family did not want to hear a warrior’s tales, even the humorous stuff.

Sigh… the Plains Indians such as the Lakota and Crow would pass idle time gnawing on buffalo, cozying up to the fire and wrapping in a buffalo robe to fend off the cold and share tales of prior glories.

Nowadays it’s lame corporate-created sit-coms aimed at a 10 year old’s mentality and it is the advertising that is the main message, intended to create materialistic impulses within the herd.

Arrgghhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

For far better coverage of corporate materialism and propaganda and the negative effects upon society hop over and read Joe Bageant’s Awesome Web Site.

I am currently reading his book Deer Hunting with Jesus, a fine social commentary that likely places Joe’s house in the Compound classification by the enemies of the common folks… the elites, corporations and special-interest groups that spit upon us every day of our lives.

Perhaps the entrenched power elite fears the returning military because maybe a critical mass of them will turn into Disgruntled Old Coots themselves.

In past essays I have mentioned my belief that the only way to alter the present systems enslaving We, the People, would be a full-scale military coup by a patriotic officer corps with a critical mass of trained troops behind them.

Those troops would likely have to be active military and a mass of veterans from across the land to rally to the cause.

I can not foresee any other method that would free the USA from an entrenched embedded elite-owned and operated many-tentacled monster that comprises the many systems and sub-systems that together compose all that is our elite class, corporate America, special-interest groups and the HUGE infrastucture created to maintain the their status quo.

On another note….

The Coot nods approvingly at females who serve out their tour of duty and can field-strip an M-16.

Frivolous females, the majority who are encapsulated by the Females as Property Movement (FAPM), can depart military duty much easier than males can and, last I checked, do so at a greater rate than males, using various ploys with some, obviously not available to males.

So, officially, Coot Proclamation is such;

Any female successfully completing a full tour of military enlistment (shortened due to injury or not the female’s fault is okay) is exempt from the precepts of FAPM and is automatically allowed full unrestricted access to adult society.

As with males, unwillingness or inability to meet adult level responsibilities will lead to restrictions or elimination of adult rights and privileges.

Okay, carry on Herd.

Watch for those toxic terms since they are often encased with the propaganda designed to defend a status quo that usually harms you in so many ways.

Coot Ponders Comprehension

When substitute teaching at the local high school your Cootish Entity regularly heard “Mr. Coot, you use such big words.”

What the mumbler meant was that I used a vocabulary that included uncommon words.

I also knew that those making that comment were not listening well since I did use “big” words but also included a simpler word while speaking to define that word.

I also often wrote the BIG word on the white board and added a simpler word underneath to assist in defining that word.

Over time, I gave up on that tactic and to save time altered my presentations so as to use the simplest words possible. A trait I noticed that most teachers used to simplify their job.

Sadly, the high school I was teaching in was located in that states’ highest income town, a place where the local elites dwelt and whose spawn are mostly upper-upper middle class and above with a huge percentage of the students headed off to college.

Most of those kids were unprepared for college or life and likely achieved ultimate economic success via daddy or mommy’s connections within the business world.

There were many CEOs and highly-placed corporate droids whose spawn attended that school.

Relative wealth of the student’s families was indicated by the cars those students drove. New expensive cars glutted the parking lot.

Listening to student conversations I was shocked about the places travelled to during vacations past and planned.

Cabo, Bermuda and Bahamas, various locales in Europe… sometimes even during a short school break of just a few days.

My goodness. What a different world from the one your Cootness was reared within.

I recall kids bragging of being sent to “juvie,” juvenile hall, incarceration for kids. Those were the kids looked up to. Few kids had a car and those who did drove old heaps.  Vacations were a drive to a national park and camping for the richer families while the poorer folks made do with local venues if a vacation was a part of the summer routine.

The above was pondered upon while reading some of the comments sent to your  Coot, mostly from coquettish females lambasting and berating me for my opinions about many topics but mostly about females and the Females as Property Movement (FAPM).

Among those communiqués full of bile and condemnation and accusations regarding my sanity and mental abilities and inabilities I noticed similarities among many of those messages; one being a boring sameness among the messages, as if rote memorization was relied upon regarding words and terms used, indicative of past indoctrination that fed the fire of their writing.

Another similarity was an apparent lack of reading comprehension among those reviling the lovable pudgy Coot. Despite my frequent use of modifiers and proclamations that declarative statements were used to shorten essay length and that exceptions exist in almost everything and specifically declaring prominently that some females are fully qualified and capable for inclusion within adult society AND that some males are akin to females in being unable to muster the capacities and capabilities needed for adult inclusion… many females “wringing the Coot’s neck” via the written mumble appear to have been unable to comprehend the Coot’s writing.

Digging into ancient memory I recalled the need to lower one’s verbal and written output so as to allow the maximum number of people to comprehend one’s communications.

Poking around the Wide World of Webdom I found an enormous number of numbers, a mind numbing number of numbers, numerically number speaking.

Those numbers told of the numbers and percentages of a huge number of categories and statistics and a pinch of this and a dash of that, a veritable recipe of reading comprehension levels.

Sit with mouth agape at the following found factoids.  Figures vary from source-to-source but the range variance was not all that humongous with statistics close enough for either government or Coot work:

Nearly half of America’s adults are poor readers, or “functionally illiterate.”

50 percent of American adults are unable to read an eighth grade level book.

About 20% of the US population is functionally illiterate; for some subsets of our population, that rises to 40%.

Among 17-year-olds, the percentage of non-readers doubled over a 20-year period, from nine percent in 1984 to 19 percent in 2004.

My personal observations within public schools and my fellow Americans during daily activities and viewing a multitude of Web message board postings the past 13 years (aboard the Web in the Spring of 1996) I can only conclude that a large percentage of high school-aged kids and adults are lacking in reading comprehension with their writing ability also lacking.

I can only wonder how my writing is interpreted within the minds of many of my readers, especially those sending scathing scrawls severely scolding the Old Fart-like Coot.

Some may wonder why I do not do as the “professional” writers do, reduce my sentence and paragraph lengths and utilize the most basic vocabulary possible.

Some “experts” declare that one should write for the masses at a level the typical 8th grader can comprehend.

Other sources state that reading comprehension levels for the general adult population have dropped over the last couple decades and recommend a 6th-grade writing level so as to maximize the number of bleating sheep ignoramuses (ignorami ?) who are able to understand the words and the message(s) they convey.

Well, your Coot refuses to accept that advice. It is much more fun to confuse the addle-minded semi-illiterates of the land.

Besides, I also receive a few messages from readers proclaiming their delight with the Coots’ meandering messages, opinions, comments and various outpourings that somehow appear within the bowels of my mind and wend their way to monitors across the planet via the written word.

The Disgruntled Dude, the Coot, is not bothered by the scathing comments sent his way, nay!!!  As the entertainment stars say, bad publicity is better than no publicity.

I would rather be despised than ignored, though being ignored is no problem. Heck, I even ignore myself much of the time!!!

So, keep those messages and comments coming, kids, especially you offended females. Reading your emotion-laden irrational mewlings that are often merely cobbled together tid-bits of implanted-by-others knee-jerk rhetoric convinces me even more of the absolute need for the Females as Property Movement or some variation thereof.

Here yah’ go girls… liberate yourself from self-enlightenment, rationality, logical thinking and continue being influenced by advertisers and spewers of politically correct brainwashing and follow your instincts that attract you to baubles and trinkets and the endless pursuit of triviality.

Maybe because you are one of the small percentage of females who have transcended the actions and mentality of the female majority and are capable of full inclusion into adult society.

Then again, maybe you should hie off to the kitchen and do something productive for a change.

If the Females as Property  Movement ever succeeds we will never have the buffoon below representing the USA and interacting with foreign leaders and dignitaries. Shudder. No wonder so many non-USA folks look down upon the USA. Heck, I live in the USA and have doubts about this country and having that Clinton clown as one of the elites’ lackeys sends spasms of disgust and revulsion through my meek mild-mannered mindlet.

Thus concludes the latest Disgruntled Diatribe.

Goodnight America and to all the ships at sea.

Word of the Week

Hi kids!!!!

It’s that time again… Word of the Week time!!!!  Yay!

Do you kids know what a zerk is?

Well, click on “zerk” above if you do not know the definition and/or need/want to know how to pronounce our weekly word that seldom appears weekly but “week” and “word” both start with a “w” so what the heck…

To hear the word zerk spoken at the linked-to Web site you gotta’ click on the little speaker thingy and allow pop-ups.

If the audio doesn’t work for you zerk rhymes with jerk.

Hey herd, yer’ laudable Coot just thought of a name for those of thee unable to concoct or agree upon a name for the vile spawn you created.

Name the little heathen Zerk!!! Beats the heck out of Swine Flu Smith or Anabolic Steroid Swenson or some such name.

If your last name is Zamboni then Zerk Zamboni has a mighty nice sound to it.

If the Coot was to spawn…  very doubtful since your Cootster keeps those money-sucking soul-sapping females at arms’ length, well, if somehow a spawn I was responsible for naming appeared I believe I would name the critter Ghengis Kahn and any last name except my own.

I just like that name.

If the kid was a female, tough. Ghengis Kahn it is and as it is written so shall it be.

Back to the zerk.  Here’s some information about a contraption not as common as it used to be:  click here you demented fool.

Here’s an entire box of zerks of various types.  Little Ghengis Kahn Whatever would surely shriek with glee at finding these under the Christmas tree.  Imagine the loving hug the wife unit would give you after receiving her own box of Zerks on her wedding anniversary.  Better than a shotgun cleaning kit. You betcha’.  Ain’t yer Coot a romantic sort?

Hey, let’s poke through the pic pile and see what we can find!!!

Well, this one should popularize me even more with the wacky wimmenfolk.

Well, true in many ways but there are exceptions. Females excel in many areas but too many of the daffy dames believe those exceptions are far greater in number than actually exist.

And as the Cootster has repeatedly declared, there are the few gals with abilities beyond the female norm that allow them to be fully functional adults worthy of all adult rights and privileges while meeting adult responsibilities.

It is just a terrible shame those females are such a small minority with the majority of gals requiring the presence of the Females as Property Movement to protect those majority of dames along with protecting society from the rampaging emotion-laden instinct-driven irrational “precious princesses.”

This one should alleviate the grunting and growling of the feminist freaks writing and informing this Disgruntled Old Coot what an ignorant idiotic buffoon I must be.  Golly, thanks, girls. You make an Old Fart blush!

Hmmmm…. fairly accurate, in general.  She needs a little make-up, though.

Wonder what Moses has been up to lately?

Same old Moses. What a trouble-maker.  Wonder if his babes nagged him about those 4 decades or so wandering from place to place?

I wonder what George Washington would have thought about females voting, especially todays’ dingy spoiled dames with their “precious princess” attitudes and lack of concern by most of the female brat pack regarding current events, political affairs, etc. and an overwhelming sense of materialism and the all-too-common female “me me me me me” attitude?

I thought so. Old George was an intelligent rational fellow and he and his cohorts knew what was best for society and culture  and knew better than to allow irrational creatures such as human females too much power within a civilized society.

That concludes this edition of the immensely popular Word of the Week. Well, popular among many males and a mere minute speck of females who can yank the cell phone away from their vacuous heads and concentrate for more than a mere few seconds away from their beloved baubles and trinkets.

Coot Notes Centennial

Okay, your year is up.  Back to the kitchens you addle-minded illogical materialistic befuddled dames.

The few of you capable of meeting adult responsibilities know who you are so do whatcha’ normally do.

The rest of you batty broads… the Females as Property Movement compels you to assume your diminutive position in society.

Doing so is for the good of all.

Especially for you idiotic dames who believe you are the equal of males in all of society’s many aspects.

Coot Chortles and Chuckles

Capitalistic Coot

So, you start a business. For whatever reason. Likely to make some money so you can fill your too-large abode with a bunch of possessions.

If thou art a female or are attached to one akin to a tape worm attached to your intestinal wall with the female parasite sucking your life essence from you, those possessions are likely intended to be impressive to others, arouse envy and to cater to those whose indoctrination with the materialism craze has be accomplished via all those utilizing brainwashing to ensure that Americas’ human herd are good little droids, mere bleating sheep with minimal self-induced brain functionality.

Of course those possessions, especially the furniture and appliances, will be the heaviest most awkward available so that when the addle-minded female wants an even bigger mini-mansion to show off her goods the male idiotic enough to have that female within his domain will have to endure the hazards of relocating said back-breakingly heavy possessions… or call upon the lower-class working-poor males to risk their bodies and health to move the possessions.

Heaven forbid a female satisfy herself with furnishings such as the Disgruntled One has within his shanty…

Ain’t she pretty?  Coot has several styles and colors of plastic furniture. Some have solid shelves. Some have lips around the shelves’ edges to assist in keeping items atop the shelf from falling off. Some are comprised of thicker plastic thus able to handle heavier loads.

One commonality is low price and low weight. With one arm and grasping paw one plastic shelf  (minus the burden it happily holds)  can be lifted and carried making moving to a different shanty a breeze.  Coot guesses that practicality is cast asunder within the extreme limitations of the female mind since handy dandy low-cost easily-transportable furnishings do not convey the appropriate emotionality the clucking biddy females require of their possessions.

I doubt the hovering hens would gather around plastic furnishings and crow about the wonderment of plastic as those biddies do about bright shiny baubles and ungawdly heavy wooden accouterments made of the most expensive materials available.

Cavorting Coot

I am in the kitchen where my man wants me.  When he is happy I am happy.

I am also in the kitchen.  Our house is a home and my man treats me so well.  All I have to do is make a little effort (not nearly as much as he does at his job)  and not behave as today’s typical so-called feminist idiotic woman does and there is so much peace and joy and happiness abounding in our abode.

The wench was constantly nagging at her man. Constant bickering and always complaining about the least little thing!!!  I witnessed the wench!!!  She never shut up.  Always griping and complaining no matter how hard her man tried to please her. She is the ungrateful spoiled self-centered wench of the type we tried to leave behind in the decadent Old World.

I heard the wench, also!!! She may not be an actual witch but she might as well be one.  Banish her for the good of society!!

Hear hear!!! Huzzah!!! Put her in the stocks!!!

Females freak out so easily.  Luckily, this particular addle-minded emotion-laden female has a level-headed male to guide her through life’s travails.