First off, a confession : I’ve been doing one three minute video a day on TikTok.

Missed a couple days – new habits don’t always “take” right away – but other than that, I’ve been doing one a day for a couple of weeks at most.

Before you ask, I have no plans to repost them here. For now, the two arenas have to stay separate. Once I have built up my confidence and competence in TikTok some more. I will revisit the issue of crossing the streams.

In yesterday’s TikTok, I asked what I thought were pretty mild questions about thevery tricky area of pedophilia.

All I asked was if we have gone too far in our our zeal to protect the kids from Uncle Pervert. When people are afraid to show affection to their children in public out of fear of suspicion and when if someone stumbles on a perfectly innocent “bearskin rug” photo from days gone past they would immediately burn it while casting fearful glance over their shoulders, and when children are being raised by parents who see a predatory pedophile around every corner (and don’t think the kids don’t pick up on this), surely something has gone seriously bugfuck crazy here.

Again, naively, I thought that surely people can’t get too upset about this very mild question that doesn’t even address pedophilia directly and that takes absolutely no stance regarding anything but the public fight against pedophilic rape and even then only ASKS QUESTIONS, can they?

But that assumed people would only react to what I actually said, I forgot the monumental heights to which people will build their straw men in order to reach the conclusion that is the most easy and fun to argue against.

So all day, I have been fielding comments filled with frothing mouth-breathers tripping over their own eagerness to express the hate of the day againss that evil person who dared to question it.

And when a belief cannot tolerate being questioned in the slightest, you know that deep down people know they are wrong.

And that scares them because nobody wants to wake up on the wrong side of history and if it turns out they are wrong about this, it means they have been very bad people.

The same kind of bad people whose blind and fanatical hate has always landed them on the wrong side of history.

Because in all of human history, the people screaming “KILL THEM ALL! ” have never, ever, EVER turned out to be right.

No group has never come within a million parsecs of deserving that sentiment. And most ordinary citizens would be surprised to find they felt that way about anyone.

“Did I saw Jews? I meant pedophiles. ”
“Oh well that’s different, then. ”

The very arc of modern human history bends away from such unholy hatred of your fellow human beings for any reason whatsoever.

But people don’t want to be told they have joined the exact same kind of hate movement that has been directed at Jews, Mormons, the Chinese, the Irish, homosexuals, transsexuals, and commies, just to name a few.

And they joined for the same reason : it’s fun to dump hate on people society has given you permission to hate. Being part of a lynch mob is always a heck of a good time and you can dump all your rage and frustration from your ordinary life onto the latest scapegoat and feel just EVER so much better after.

It’s the same thing child beaters get out of being their children, only on a societal scale.

Now I could claim that I am fighting the good fight in my comments purely to stand up for what is right and fair and true, but you nice people know me too well for that.

You know that I am fucking LOVING THIS.

I have finally managed to get myself in the right kind of trouble, and now I can let my pugilistic side out of its cage so it can fight like a warrior at long last.

So don’t feel bad for me. I’m practically dancing in the streets.

Now to go piss people off even more. Mua ha ha.

More after the break,.

Why oh why

..why the fuck is it so hard for me to order in???

Tonight it was SUPPOSED to be a bacon cheese dog (!!) plus fries and drink from Five Guys. And I was stoked to find I found someplace where I can order a loaded dog.

I ordered via Skip the Dishes, a place whose name I had completely forgotten. Which is insane considering I had this song playing every time I ordered through them :

Everything was find and/or dandy until 9 pm, when my order was supposed to arrive. Instead I got a phonecall from a very nervous sounding Asian lady who said the courier said the buzzer didn’t work and could we come down and get our order.

OK, annoying, but something I have dealt with before. Between our frequent buzzer malfunctions and the occasional driver unable to pierce the complex and highly technical mysteries of picking up the receiver outside the building’s front door,. dialing 0601,and telling the nice person who answers that their food is here so you can let them into the building, I have had to do that a lot,

Thank God for Julian. Thank you, Julian!

So I tell the Asian lady someone will be right down and, after hanging up, I call Julian that I need his help.

Around here, the phone is our unofficial intercom due to my mobility issues.

Julian immediately goes down to pick up my order at the front door of our building.

Nobody is there. Motherfucker.

He checks all around, comes back up, then comes back up to report. Then he is nice enough to go down AGAIN.

Still no luck. I can only assume that either A, he was never at the right address in the first place, or B, he had an anxiety attack after getting off the phone with Asian Lady.

Either way, no food for me. And there wasn’t time to order anything else so instead of a hot dog and French fries my meal consisted of a handful of trail mix and some bologna.

What a let down.

I reported the items missing – one by one because there was no place to say “this entire meal never showed up” and apparently I will get my refund when the matter has been “reviewed” by a “board” of some sort.

But I don’t want a refund. I want my fucking food!

Now I am going to go lay down and sulk.

I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.