Just my 2 cents:

The MAGA hat boy did nothing wrong and was the most respectable person involved.

I’ve hunted the longer videos, read various statements, been all up and down twitter feeds. The insanity is real, folks. A red hat it all it takes now to condemn a man. Wait, that was a teenager. And they doxxed him. Targeted the wrong kid. Death threats pouring out everywhere on a number of families.

Until yesterday, I had respect for some news companies. Today, I have none. I see what Trump is saying now about fake news. This needs to be taken to court. These companies need to be held accountable for promoting lies and promoting hate and violence.

But there is one thing that still bothers me. And it is how many people became enraged seeing a kid smile in front of a man with a drum. It had nothing to do with the picture but with the narrative being told surrounding it. It never had anything to do with the facts. This is a story of us vs. them, of who’s in my tribe, who’s gonna defend me, defend us.

I can pull plenty of media moments far more disgusting that never had the reach or pull of the outrage machine. I think I know why. In all the others, the truth was obvious. In this, the truth was obscured so those believing had to believe on the strength of those reporting it. And in doing so, they bypassed rational thinking and allowed hate and outrage to grow.

We tend to defend our friends with a ferociousness of a momma bear. We also tend to not question them or fact check them. They are in our inner circle of trust so why would we double check? To do so would mean we don’t trust, right? No. We need to check every time and check our hearts too. Not because we don’t trust you, but because we can stay calm when you are upset.

The saddest part to all of this for me is seeing where all these peoples hearts are at. Some had their hearts in the right place. And some relished the attack. And others fell into line as mob justice formed. Others questioned. A few waited and watched. It’s those who waited and watched, thank you. Thank you for resisting the pull of being enraged. Thank you for your dedication to the truth.

As the media companies play on our emotions, we must stop the rush to judgment. We must withhold judgment until a time where we stay calm and review all the facts available. Our emotions are powerful motivators, powerful engines of change. Every one of us has the choice to master our emotions or allow others to use them against us. Yesterday, many had their emotions used against them. And I find that outrageous.

Found Wisdom

Found this story in an unusual place and it was credited to Facebook. It is too good to keep to myself. With current events and the news cycle reacting instead of investigating and then reporting, we need to be mindful of that which divides us as members of the human race. We need to calm our minds and thoughts before acting. Often, reacting is the wrong action to take. Stop. Breathe. Wait.

~ Are you a witch? ~

One of my friends told me about a powerful lesson in her daughter’s high school class this winter. They’re learning about the Salem Witch Trials, and their teacher told them they were going to play a game.

“I’m going to come around and whisper to each of you whether you’re a witch or a normal person. Your goal is to build the largest group possible that does NOT have a witch in it. At the end, any group found to include a witch gets a failing grade.”

The teens dove into grilling each other. One fairly large group formed, but most of the students broke into small, exclusive groups, turning away anyone they thought gave off even a hint of guilt.

“Okay,” the teacher said. “You’ve got your groups. Time to find out which ones fail. All witches, please raise your hands.”

No one raised a hand.

The kids were confused and told him he’d messed up the game.

“Did I? Was anyone in Salem an actual witch? Or did everyone just believe what they’d been told?”

And that is how you teach kids how easy it is to divide a community.

Keep being welcoming, beautiful people. Shunning, scapegoating and dividing destroy far more than they protect. We’re all in this together.

The simulation is breaking.

Well, well, well. What can I say? Take a look at this.

Here’s a little something worth tickling those watching American politics.
“Trump wants to build a wall…in the 1950’s” And it even comes with its own Fact Check article.
https://www.snopes.com/fact-check/trackdown-trump-character-wall/

Who says truth is stranger than fiction?

And if you want more giggles, just take a spin over on Twitter…

The simulation is breaking.

Tiny Announcement

I don’t post much here at all so most of you here don’t know me. I have other focuses and passions which brings me to this posting. I’m launching my own blog for short stories and general fiction. I’m not taking anything away from what’s being contributed to this blog. I am instead, carving out my own nitch in this wide and wonderful writing community here on WordPress. If you are interested in short stories and fiction, consider following me on Jessie Warner as well. I’m just getting started so don’t mind the cobwebs, dust and all the hammers hammering away.

May you all have a wonderful day.
Jessie Warner

Perceptions

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Years, that quote above has driven me nuts. For the longest time I’ve continually argued that the thought is missing a key element. Even digging into Hamlet and seeing what it is actually referring too, does lend a bit of support to my view.

I guess you could call me a believer in an absolute morality, that good and bad are concrete forms and in a sense unchanging. In a strange way I am actually describing that I am capable of believing in something so strongly that my views and thus actions are unwavering.

Yet, perception is something I’ve been deeply acquainted with sense I was a child. I was in the third grade when I wrote a paper dissecting the advertisement and marketing principals used in grocery stores. Okay, I’m still marveling about it all these years for it was so accurate even after all these years.  I was the bullied child from my classmates because I was marked by adults as “strange.” As I got older and learned how to manage perceptions better, I walked between sub-cultures in high school without concern of bulling or any problem arising from it.

I’ve often been puzzled by my perceptions. For who I am and where I have been, I should have been faced with heavy discrimination, bulling, sexism, sexual harassment, and other varied form of shit piles. I do believe there is truth in the phrase, we often create our own troubles. And far too often we have our nose right on the tree truck and still unable to see the forest all around us.

Perceptions are like viewing a specific rotation of a kaleidoscope. Rotate it a single degree and the view changes, morphing into something markedly different than before. Life isn’t static. It moves and changes and having a single view of anything feels disingenuous.

We get to choose how we perceive the world. We choose to put on one of a hundreds of different coloured glasses instead of trying on various pairs.

I look back and I end up chuckling. I expected no issues of being a woman in the working world and I had no problems, for the most part. Until I encounter people who believed women in the working world were some kind of problem to deal with. That’s been pretty much the lesson; it’s not a problem until someone takes their problem and tries to make it yours.

This is something I’m looking at in my life. I first acknowledge that I can choose what my perceptions are for any given thing, issue, problem. What are my perceptions? How can I change my perceptions? What needs work? In what way will this change benefit me?

It’s not easy pealing my nose off the tree so I can see the beauty of the forest around me. I’m working on it. I hope you are too.

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I refuse to celebrate Woman’s Day

It’s everywhere on social media – Happy International Woman’s Day. I won’t click a like or a plus or share any of those postings. The whole movement of Women Power I want to divorce myself from. It has gone way too far. It is no longer about equality but superiority. I do not want anything to do with that.

There was a dream of equality, where men and women could pursue their desires without ridicule, without social stigma. Now it is acceptable to shame men for being male. Now it is acceptable to shame women for being female. Now it is acceptable to shame. I find that unacceptable without equivocation.

I have experienced sexism in the workplace. In fact, I experienced more of it in dealing with women! I’ve worked in male-dominated industries without dealing with untold amounts of sexual harassment from men. But sexism, I got a lot of that from women.

Now, I’m not a butch, not a lez. I am undeniably female. Long hair, big big tits and wide hips-I cannot hide my gender even if I wanted too. I am not fragile. I am built for endurance and hard work. Ten hour days of physical labor would leave me just as tired as the men but I still had hours ahead of me of more work to do. The whole house chore inequality between sexes is a real thing. But frankly, that is more a relationship issue than a social one. The thing is, if I could not have kept up, I would have been washed out and dismissed. And that would have been fair.

Not all women are cut out to do the work I was doing. Hell, not all men are cut out for it either. But the thing I’ve noticed, in tough working environments, it’s about getting the job done and never about what’s between your legs. And strangely, in working environments where most anyone can do the work, sexism pops up it’s ugly little head. Where before women were screaming about sexual harassment in the office, it’s now going to be men screaming. And soon after, women will be silenced about the sexism of their female bosses. All because women power won.

That was never my fight. I wanted equality. I wanted the acceptability to pursue the work, the life and the loves that I desired. I had that for a little while. The women like me, that come after me, will have to be tougher than me. They are going to have to fight harder for the equality denied them and everyone.

I march to my own drummer. So be it.

Equality for All.