At my gym yesterday I had the interesting opportunity of speaking with some young white upper-middle-class conservative bodybuilders. I talked about hopping freight trains across the country back in the "70's" with my female friend who also trains at my gym. We're already in our 60's and still "Hot, Hot, Hot." They then complained about how everything now days is illegal. I had to ask them what did they mean. One of them said, "You can't say anything to anybody anymore, without getting into trouble." "It seems like we're all just getting soft." These are faces with little feeling, on very affluent pretty bodies.
I said, "No. We are just much getting better educated. Learn from our mistakes. "I pointed out how in the police and fire responders having to take sensitivity training, the real issue is so that you can be in control. "You don't know in advance what is going to bother someone, you don't want to assume that you're going to know what it is that sets somebody off." "People are going to be coming at you with shit that you have no way of knowing about," I mentioned how sometimes they're in the gym they would play that horrible popular smut rap. (It supposed to keep your meat fresh but it makes you feel dirty in the process.) I told them, "I am ashamed. But that I don't care, and that it's largely a matter of where you go that determines what's O. K."
I went on to say that Easter is my favorite holiday. "Nail that guy up there." I asked one of them, "Are you religious?" He nods with a frown. "I can be incorrect too," I said. "Religiously incorrect." "The man who presently runs Los Campeones is a man of faith and family man." "The one thing he asked me not to say in the gym was, Jesus Crap," I said it to them out loud, and I said they would never hear me say it again. I think I made my point quite clear.
All the Russian Porn Mob had to do was take our consumer porn habits legally studied with our permission, legally sold to us, and play it back to us through our social media, for the manipulation of our national sickness. The Russian government isn't trying to hide anything, at least not from me. They have a way of just pushing their business right across my desk. Nothing subtle about it. But unlike in their country, the mass indoctrination by newsfeed has had exactly the opposite of the intended effects. It is informing and creating our much more informed nation about its own sexual skeletal closet. (Maybe Kinsey was right.) We don't have to have any faith in Putin, unlike in his own country. We barely believe in the "Don-Bot." What a face, yuck! (I won't be able to get that image out of my mind. Thank you internet.)
Stop looking for hidden agendas. There's nothing hidden about it. F. B. I. is looking in the wrong place. No "One" had to conspire to do anything. NOBODY CARES. Shit happens. Steve Bannon has now been put in the corner to die of alcoholism, on schedule. He did his dirty job, has been used up. Nobody wants to listen to his vile paranoid hate anymore. The administration is going to Flip Flop, Hyperactively, Big Time (He used to be a Democrat you know, it's true. And sometimes, even human excrement can become passable international diplomats.) Hillary dodged a terrible fate, bless her. She would have been Crucified. (Unfairly of course, even if it would have been just more business as usual.) We're still going to get to see our first female president next time, and the bets are already being placed in Vegas on, Drum roll, please. Ta-dah... Elizabeth Warren! Yeh! They are actually taking bets. "I'd like to put $100.00 on Elizabeth Warren to win." Bingo!
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