Saturday, June 05, 2021
By the Booker Book
Yesterday we finally got the first REAL relief from the holocaust locally. It's partial, but worth a celebration.
I made my usual hellish store trip, muzzling in the bus and muzzling in the store, carefully keeping the Time Under Ballgag to an absolute minimum number of milliseconds. I noticed that Safeway no longer had the MUZZLE UP signs outside, and then CAREFULLY read the new inside sign with disbelief melting into relief.
"Masks ENCOURAGED for non-vaccinated customers."
Well, I'm vaxed, so I'm strictly legal. I yanked off the ballgag and enjoyed shopping without immediate danger of tripping and falling over boxes on the floor, and above all without the horrible SATANIC DEVICE SIGNALING COMPLIANCE. First freedom in a full fucking year.
This is a partial relief, but it's the majority of the hell. The bus system still absolutely requires ballgags, but the total time on bus is only four minutes, compared to 20 minutes in the store.
Most of the store employees are also unmuzzled now. Their relief must be INFINITELY larger, since they've been gagged 8 hours a day for 14 months. Employee strangulation started in May, customer strangulation started in July.
Time for a bit of celebration, even if it's a partial victory!
[Graphic note: I've added the Chumbe lighthouse to this scene as a tribute to the BEACON provided by heroic martyr Magufuli and the ONE SANE COUNTRY of Tanzania.]
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I've been playing this shit strictly by the book, never taking advantage of unofficial "tolerance".
Partly the caution arises from personal experience with psychopaths. After spending six months locked in a prison cell with a demon, I understand how they work, and I don't want to be the one who triggers the killing frenzy.
More broadly I'm following Booker T's book.
When you're at the bottom of the status stack, YOU WILL NOT GET AWAY WITH ANYTHING. Unofficial tolerance is NOT FOR YOU. If you try to push the unofficial limits, YOU WILL BE THE SCAPEGOAT. Low-status people have to survive by obeying and serving, not by sneaking past the Gates.
As it happens, I first learned the Booker lesson from the prelude to the prison experience. I had thought I was just another hippie. I saw some of the high-status hippies openly dealing drugs and getting away with it. I thought I could try using pot since there was "unofficial tolerance". Nope. A "friend" bought his way out of jail by framing me.
Many years later the lesson emerged from a different angle. In 1969 my parents "had to move" out of Ohio "because" of the shame I brought on the family. In 2000, my mother finally told me the disgusting truth. My father was leaving ANYWAY because he was in a tenure-track position and hadn't published anything. After three years without Publishing he was automatically Perished in the same month when I was framed.
The real framing and reputational framing may be connected, since there was a suspiciously close relationship between the abovementioned "friend" and my parents. Did my parents trigger the whole pile of shit? We'll never know.
[Graphic note: I've added the Chumbe lighthouse to this scene as a tribute to the BEACON provided by heroic martyr Magufuli and the ONE SANE COUNTRY of Tanzania.]
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I've been playing this shit strictly by the book, never taking advantage of unofficial "tolerance".
Partly the caution arises from personal experience with psychopaths. After spending six months locked in a prison cell with a demon, I understand how they work, and I don't want to be the one who triggers the killing frenzy.
More broadly I'm following Booker T's book.
When you're at the bottom of the status stack, YOU WILL NOT GET AWAY WITH ANYTHING. Unofficial tolerance is NOT FOR YOU. If you try to push the unofficial limits, YOU WILL BE THE SCAPEGOAT. Low-status people have to survive by obeying and serving, not by sneaking past the Gates.
As it happens, I first learned the Booker lesson from the prelude to the prison experience. I had thought I was just another hippie. I saw some of the high-status hippies openly dealing drugs and getting away with it. I thought I could try using pot since there was "unofficial tolerance". Nope. A "friend" bought his way out of jail by framing me.
Many years later the lesson emerged from a different angle. In 1969 my parents "had to move" out of Ohio "because" of the shame I brought on the family. In 2000, my mother finally told me the disgusting truth. My father was leaving ANYWAY because he was in a tenure-track position and hadn't published anything. After three years without Publishing he was automatically Perished in the same month when I was framed.
The real framing and reputational framing may be connected, since there was a suspiciously close relationship between the abovementioned "friend" and my parents. Did my parents trigger the whole pile of shit? We'll never know.Labels: Carver, Jackboot NOT stomping forever, Jail mode, Natural law = Sharia law
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