Category Archives: Baboon America

Deadline USA 2022

Happy to announce there is no crime wave afflicting the United States. Lawlessness is at such meager levels; our part of the North American continent now hasn’t enjoyed such safety since before the first conquest-driven Europeans set foot on this soil.

Of course, the nation offers plenty of sketchy areas full of that “element” where if the daring or just plain foolhardy seek crime, they’ll find it on likely stolen silver platters.

Americans don’t reside in an Eden, but we are members of society comprised of diverse communities for better or worse, for better and worse. We are not homogenous. We can all see the same sight yet regard it differently. Even absurdly.

While I’m sanguine about a few incidents inflated into a “crimewave,” without a doubt there are multitudes of Americans convinced they stand with feet upon a crumbling precipice which drops into mayhem. The more sensible of us look around at our world and know our situation comparatively ideal.

That view depends on from what source news is absorbed. If it’s a trusted reputable provider, events are nowhere as dire. If gotten from an outlet which has surrendered objectivity to luridness which purposely stokes fear, then it must seem Revelations are nigh coming to pass.

At its simplest, reputable news providers seek to inform. The other side of the coin is hell-bent to influence. And hawk pillows and sell precious metals certificates of dubious value.

Before too much current media forgot its obligations to the public, a favorite journalism axiom ran. “If it bleeds, it leads!”

Oh, indeed, let’s harken back to the entertaining Screaming Headlines Press era. One fully promoted by disillusioned reporters and Hollywood screenwriters. The former jaded by chronicling years of lousy human nature, the latter enamored of scoop-frothing, sensationalism chasing ink-stained wretches.

Ah, the jaundiced romance of being bundled into a telephone booth while filing the latest most shocking episode of the century before any other hacks. Nothing like jaggedly transcribing that scoop over the phone after commanding the newsroom receptionist, “Sweetheart! Get me rewrite!”

Still more impressive, the yarn so captivating that despite type already having been set, deadline already having been met, some grizzled editor demands “Stop the presses!” in order to recompose the front page and necessary news holes.

In real life, even readers who consumed such editions could tell which papers dealt salaciousness and those which verified reportage before printing it. Naturally the “decent” papers were lionized by faithful readers wishing to be kept abreast of what truly mattered.

Not sorry. Before beauty queens, celebrities, and idols renown for simply being known by vapid millions diverted attention from war, famine, and upheavals, what was then “quality press” saw such subjects as trifling, unworthy of serious space or ink. That dreck got left to tabloids.

When the history of American press is discussed, circulation wars primarily involved the tabs. Called that and distinguished by their relative compactness, tabloids, unlike broadsheets could be consumed far easier by readers on the go, on mass transit, because their smaller dimensions eased folding and holding.

Like the messenger itself, what tabloids then presented – and still do – was briefer, punchier, and worried about nuance not at all. Broadsheets could indulge in shades of gray. They offered space, had personnel who could detail when necessary and be contemplative. Tabloid contents remained as black as ink and white as newsprint.

Evaluating a tabloid’s entrails, uh, contents, readers might be right to think the organ sees ethics as a speedbump. A low one gentle on suspensions at that.

Has there been any better instrument for winning eyeballs than tabloids mixed up in circulation wars? At least then no shortage of such newspapers enthralled readers throughout the country. Truth, no, facts, could’ve been fudged to some distance without getting too lost in the realm of being wholly fabricated. Believe me, this sort of extension through conjuring takes talent.

That skill is intentionally missing in what passes for our era’s tabloidization, no, trivialization of news. In this day, opinion, shading, have contaminated what ought just to serve as straight news.

Readers and audiences now get “news fixes,” or, worse, read and hear their biases echoed as fact. Rather than contending with opposing views which displease them and the disturbs the mental status quo where they’ve settled, the reverb that reenforces is a mollifying comfort.

While it’s nowhere as pervasive in print, Fox News and the eruption of right-wing barking head television and radio have rendered huge numbers of Americans numb to scrutiny. Instead, those consumers, so conditioned as they’ve been, so marinated as their minds are by disinformation, misinformation, and deception, their skepticism is debilitating.

No new thoughts, no contrary views, can enter these minds and possibly shove aside the misrepresentations now so deeply rooted they’ve sprouted beyond consciousness into the subconscious. Forget about somehow presenting preponderances of truth in order to clear sight. Such dupes require deprograming.

And here’s where crime in America rattles the gullible. To a lesser extent, illegal immigration as well.

Admittedly there has been a spike in crime nationwide. No, it’s not just an urban malady. Permissive liberal policies? Defunding the police? Other pulled out of the orifice of one’s choice reasons? Nope.

Our crime uptick stems from Covid. If it’s possible to remember, during the virus’ depths we were all under some state’s confinement or limited mobility.

Even thieves and their potential victims.

Which is why already historically low crime rates sunk further. Can’t have any robberies when possible prey and alleged perpetrators are both on ice.

Once restrictions eased then vanished, letting society circulate again, the criminal element much like legitimate businesses sought to restore profits believed withheld by the shutdowns. Each entity has redoubled its efforts to recoup gains believed forfeited under lockdowns.

Inflation, like theft and robbery, will subside. Not the remedy favored by impatient consumers and frightened citizens, but that’s life.

Staying with crime, after decades of seemingly insurmountable insecurity who didn’t sense that sometime in the 1990s all sorts of communities were becoming safer? Naturally law & order types pointed to greater police presences as well as smarter policing. Indeed, those two curbs visibly reduced the menace felt.

However, two other factors mightily contributed towards real safety. Contraception and abortion.

Greater availability of the first and lesser stigma attached to the second let women decide rather than await whatever the brunt of unwanted, unplanned, unprepared pregnancies bore. Amazing how women can make such assessments with clarity. Too bad men lack that vision.

Men, however, remain tops in making uninformed judgments about women.

Nobody can calculate what percentage of those terminated pregnancies robbed society of geniuses. The good guess is infinitely few. Let me disillusion you – forget about any prospective Einsteins emerging from that bunch.

Yes, a decent percentage of, say, inadvertent children just lucked out being nestled between conscientious couples unexpectedly thrust into parenthood. The adults either possess resources, acumen, or the simple will necessary to guide their children towards bright adulthoods. But a higher percentage of mothers and fathers who’ve been suddenly realized parental responsibilities will resent having their futures burdened or thwarted altogether.

Tacit as who knows how many obligatory parents manifest their less love resentments upon inconvenient children, the kids’ sense it. For many it sours their development. Parents who don’t bother masking disdain are the monsters likeliest producing future miscreants and knuckleheads. Or as they’re better known, recidivists.

Contraception and abortion have spared us a good number of them unto today.

The sort of sensationalized dispatches that would’ve further frozen the most cynical bowels of earlier reporters – though the fedora and “women reporters” set would’ve gathered information through shoe leather not online at desks – contributes greatly to our perception of crime amok. Before technology eliminated standards, oh, like fact checking, even the most craven newshound performed at least cursory confirmations. Potential libel judgments will do that.

Now, rumor is news. Gossip, too. Disinformation skates through the most suspect litmus test before it’s also treated as news. Even when debunked, or, and this is quaint, “corrected,” it remains emmeshed in search engines. Those lies never fade.

Just ask anyone who’s been wrongly scandalized then dogged through falsehoods accepted as truth.

We were better off when news rolled off presses than now when we can scroll through orphaned content.

Our Times

Saw a job listing on a professional networking site that intrigued. Thirty/35 years ago, I would’ve been all over it. Most astonishing thing about the job description? A former high school classmate generated this possibility.

Recalling him, he never struck as being particularly dynamic. He filled backgrounds in many scenes.

Yet two reasons have throttled any enthusiasm towards pursuing his offer. One, I’m 63 and along the glidepath into retirement. Two, I’d bring experience to the job. Continue reading Our Times

Baby Myopia

Not all life is precious. Americans prove that daily. Just look at the energy being expended on “what may be” in the womb. Children already born could use that same vigor. It could hone their direction. The attention would improve their lives immeasurably.

Instead, wrong-headed Americans focus on an organ just a little half of mankind contains. To the detriment and exclusion of the women nestling this vessel too many men have made it contentious. To them and a fair number of misguided women, their sisters should be sacrificed for what’s inside the womb. Or may someday occupy it. The hell with what is. Continue reading Baby Myopia

Disenchantment USA

The title of the movie escapes me. Or maybe several comprise memory. The remembered scenes issue from Nazi propaganda reels.

In any case, the rudely sinuous voice of Joseph Goebbels, Nazi Germany’s Minister of Enlightenment and Propaganda, narrates the black & white images. They were issued early during the Nazi reign. During the ascent. Continue reading Disenchantment USA

Elsewhere May Day Is Labor Day

This Covid period among our older populace proves that after a time minds become less pliant. In them views narrow then solidify.

When I hear people, say, at least 14 years my senior, opine, they often remind me of an Allen Ginsberg quote. The poet said: “Our heads are round so thought can change direction.”

Life has squared their noggins.

There must come a period in life when our ability to juggle contrary positions against – or even adapt to – what our minds hold as irrevocable erodes. At one point each of us must’ve been mentally nimble. But as many of us age, our ability to modify or rearrange perception and understanding loses fluidity.

It’s not that those hewing tenaciously to fixed positions are simply stubborn. More like their mental processes have congealed. They just can’t budge.

No need to provoke such people. They’ll erupt without cause. The mantra they spew? “Nobody wants to work anymore.”

Popularly known as “the Silent Generation,” they huddle wedged between former NBC news anchor Tom Brokaw’s “Greatest Generation” and “Baby Boomers.” Arriving just before the Depression then shoved onto the periphery of American memory with the first birth of 1946, too few members of this cohort left an impression on our national scene. Also, the calamities that occurred between the years 1929-1945 made prospective parents wary about bringing or being able to afford having children. Their aggregate was lower than the two generations sandwiching them.

Though the Depression and World War II were nowhere near as formative to them as it was upon the participants and combatants, both events nevertheless left imprints. Here in the economically poleaxed America of the1930s and wartime’s Fortress of Democracy, daily life must’ve been maintained at some levels of precariousness.

Each era embedded its own worries upon the still forming.

Unless one’s background affluent during the Depression, want was a constant threat. A job which sustained home and hearth week after week was no certainty. And unlike today, the safety net, if one existed, consisted of savings, family, and perhaps friends. Compared to now, government programs that helped citizens tide over rough patches were meager as well as sparse.

Doubtlessly parents one pay envelope away from being up against it discussed finances in the most sotto tones. Nonetheless careful as they must have been, that sort of constant stress must’ve also reached then affected young minds.

And while the war that broke out among the Europeans in September 1939 was a topic that could be bandied at intellectual remove, Pearl Harbor two years later became a realer than real matter of survival. The Depression’s threat of possible imminent destitution might be diverted through a head down, no boat rocking posture coupled with an “it could be worse” attitude which made them grateful to possess what they had.

The December 7th, 1941, attack became a life and death matter.

Two oceans aside, wolves threatened Americans’ doors. The vast watery expanses which had kept America remote from most global conflicts were by 1941 capable of being crossed by all sorts of weapons. What had been viewed while watching movie theaters’ newsreels – cities obliterated from the air, columns of grim jackbooted troops intent on carnage – now offered foretastes of what America might’ve shared with Europe or Asia.

Easy to imagine that after Pearl Harbor no American regarded fates similar to Rotterdam or Shanghai visiting these shores as “improbable.” At least initially, conversation based on war topics were undoubtedly debated between disbelief and hysteria.

Although dementia and death have substantially reduced those then present as WWII adults, that there was possibly an undercurrent of defeatism during the global conflict’s first disastrous months is difficult to deny. It’s just the sort of thing children can absorb though can’t properly articulate sufficiently in order to have parents explain. Or dispel.

Maybe it becomes a thing that weighs adolescents who enter their teens before becoming adults; that inexplicable thing they unconsciously drag with them through life.

A benefit from Covid is it’s loosened the shackles of American workers. That’s given them leverage against bosses. Terrific!

On one hand, the worker shortage, created from retirements, deaths, and searches for better, stems directly from the disease.

The first a realization by long-time employees they’d gotten to points of simply living to work rather than working to live. Why drop dead at one’s place of employment or linger a few post-retirement years in pain and regret? If the necessary years had accrued – even if the total short – why not abandon that toil and enjoy what remained of life while it still possible?

The second, a factor way too few Americans grasp or want to, is a good number of working people succumbed to Covid. To them, their families, friends, it wasn’t a hoax. Covid wasn’t just jumped-up flu.

Despite the best efforts of right-wing barking heads and jackleg screamers to slander every patient overwhelming ICUs and hospital staffs, sufferers filling wards and providing care in them weren’t crisis actors. For awhile rumors circulated that at my own job Covid claimed one co-worker a week. Of course confidentiality rules and HR doing its utmost to protect the company blunted ascertaining whether this fact or not.

Third, the first two Covid conditions created mobility. Countless current workers are exploiting this last opening. A circumstance anyone constitutionally timid finds adverse.

A worker shortage meant dead-end, low-wage positions, and peonage treatment could be dumped for perhaps more satisfying, higher paying labor where supervisors aware the worm has turned keep their tyrant conduct in check.

That’s what “the Silent Generation” means when it erroneously states “Nobody wants to work anymore.” They’re angered that it appears nobody wants to work as they once did.

Fearful of losing jobs they were grateful to have even if it meant being humiliated throughout a career. For far too many laboring Americans that was the take-it-or-leave-it pact until Covid.

Current attitudes spreading regarding how one’s daily bread is earned reflects badly on “the Silent Generation.” They put up with shit because in return for a comfortable living standard made possible through a decent salary, benefits, and pensions, the boss could release his inner Attila the Hun on them at will. Rotten management will never hide its contempt for the cogs. Before Covid, underlings could be replaced as easily as getting a fresh tissue after soiling the previous sheet.

Then, even getting raises could’ve grown into ordeals. Despite workplace performances justifying the bump how often had the process transformed productive employees into nearly on their knees supplicants?

We may suppose “the Silent Generation” invented some nobility about enduring these trials. We may also suppose them seeing a new generation come along and blithely chucking the old nature for new measures somehow tarnishes whatever glory had shined jobs offering two-weeks-a year vacation.

On Our Side of the Line

Perception must depend on location and familiarity as well as with who surrounds oneself. This realization has become even more pronounced since moving cross-country.

Before coming to Nevada, I’d already accumulated years in the Southwest. Though after whatever needed conducting here was finished, I scrammed back to New York. Now as a Silver State resident, the region’s peculiarities are more present and therefore more insistent.

Especially among non-landed citizens. It’s as if they’re intentionally indifferent towards recognizing individuals, preferring indistinction and keeping certain groups amorphous. Continue reading On Our Side of the Line

Only Mimsies Drink Weak Beer

Is social media an enemy of America? No. Some sites are just against certain segments of Americans. Continue reading Only Mimsies Drink Weak Beer

A Grim Silly Season

Looks like the 2021 Silly Season will be vicious. Usually, these months don’t leave much behind in the way of planet-realigning events. Uh, other than the outbreak of the Great War and Martin Luther King’s appearance at the Lincoln Memorial.

Safe to assume this August will deposit avoidable death on us as it further scars American society. Continue reading A Grim Silly Season