I was down about being so afraid of what the Abanaki Indian and the Selectboard Chairwoman might say to me, so I went to Cognitive Therapy for help. What I mined was to ask myself two questions when I am feeling scared:
First: What am I scared of? Second: Is it really that scary?
Soo, One: I am scared of what the Indian will say. Okay, I've identified my fear. Soo, Two: The Indian isn't going to tomahawk me or even kill me over the phone. He isn't going to do anything violent. The worst he can that's somewhat reasonable is tell me he doesn't know when I made my anti-Indigenous Day spiel and not to drag him into my fight with the Reformer. That would hardly destroy me or even ruffle my feathers.
However, my feathers are ruffled by little Nazi snowflakes making it impossible for Ann Coulter to talk at Berkeley. Were more buildings and cars damaged, even destroyed? I don't have television. Where is the response to this criminality? I'd protect my building and my truck. As I said to someone, "They're just little Nazi snowflakes. Hit them a couple of times, they'll melt and run for therapists at their safe spaces. The therapists will give them a bott and blankie, put them to bed and then read comforting passages from Mein Kampf to them."
The other person said, "There was no one there to hit them. The cops just stood by and let them."
This means that the cops were acting not as constitutional officers but as political operatives. In this case, leftist operatives. This is dangerous for our democracy. I realize this is California that wants to secede from the United States, but it appears that it is receding into lawlessness. Where's the adult in the room?
Peter Nickerson peternickerson12@yahoo.com 352-359-0850 Philosophy Major
Saturday, April 29, 2017
Vermont Selectboard Un-Candidate #11
All my cowardly angst for nothing! The Abanaki Indian and the Chairwoman didn't call or email me. I'm a day or so behind with the Reformer so maybe there's something interesting there.
I used to tell my wife that I was such a lead dog that no one was behind me.
Let's see if this anyone, canine or sapiens can get behind this idea: If I were elected to the Selectboard, I would work toward getting a resolution passed asking the State Legislature to pass a law that individuals receiving Social Security because of age and are receiving Medicaid be allowed to work and earn up to $1,000 a month without loosing any benefits from any state social programs including but not limited to Food Stamps, Fuel Assistance, and Medicaid.
I propose this for several reasons: First, it is non nocere - do no harm legislation- because old people are generally not going to work anymore so they are going to stay on the programs anyway. Second, if you are subsisting on food stamps and Medicaid, as wonderful as they are, your life is still going to be very grim. If you have a vehicle, it is extremely hard to find the money to maintain it. It it dies, forget it. You can't afford to buy another one, and since you're poor, your credit rating probably sucks and you can't qualify to rent a car. Plus, where would you get the couple of thousand dollar down payment? I relate strongly to this problem as my little five cylinder truck has 152,000 miles on it. My surgeon wants me delay getting a knee replacement as long as possible because I am active and have to live twenty-five more years to redeem myself from my cowardly behavior - if I can. She also says I have enough of something left. She prescribed me a super brace which I wear while I'm up but still if I hit an
uneven spot -and Vermont, the Green Mountain state, has a lot of them- I stumble and get pain. The knee is not strong, and I can't walk far. So I need a vehicle to get around in. When you qualify for food stamps and Medicaid, your income level is so low there's no money to do anything nice with, like go to a restaurant above the McDonald's level and order from the Value Menu. Another major problem is your teeth. If you're in your sixties and beyond, your teeth start falling apart. Medicaid is kind enough in Vermont to cover getting it pulled out, but what's the next step? You have a hole in your jaw that is susceptible to food falling into it and becoming infected. Then what? As more and more teeth falls out, your mouth collapses, and your face looks like shit. As the teeth die or fall apart, they become very sensitive - read painful- to hot and cold foods and drink. As you get more and more teeth pulled out, you can eat less and less. Then what - baby food? You don't dare smile because your lack of teeth looks like a horror show.By this time, what's there to smile about anyway?
Allowing old people to work and having that money exempt from our benefits from the state programs that the good people of Vermont provide would allow us old folks on Medicaid who are able to work to maintain and replace our vehicles, and get root canals and crowns so we can continue eating and not look any more grotesque than we already look to the young people.
I also propose this legislation allowing individuals receiving Social Security payments because of age and who are on Medicaid be exempt from the minimum wage. We're old. We probably won't deserve the minimum wage. We're just too old and slow. I'm dealing with reality here, not ideology. Plus, we're probably not going to want to work an eight or ten hour day or be able to.
All you read about is how illegals here perform jobs Americans won't. I say let us old people try to pick the fields, pick the apples, blueberries, and raspberries, man the cash registers, and clean the pools for a couple of hours at a time and at less than minimum wage. We know we're old and slow but we need our vehicles, our teeth, and an occasional dinner at a nice restaurant.
I hope your down with this plank in my Selectboard platform.
Peter Nickerson peternickerson12@yahoo.com 352-359-0850 Philosophy Major
I used to tell my wife that I was such a lead dog that no one was behind me.
Let's see if this anyone, canine or sapiens can get behind this idea: If I were elected to the Selectboard, I would work toward getting a resolution passed asking the State Legislature to pass a law that individuals receiving Social Security because of age and are receiving Medicaid be allowed to work and earn up to $1,000 a month without loosing any benefits from any state social programs including but not limited to Food Stamps, Fuel Assistance, and Medicaid.
I propose this for several reasons: First, it is non nocere - do no harm legislation- because old people are generally not going to work anymore so they are going to stay on the programs anyway. Second, if you are subsisting on food stamps and Medicaid, as wonderful as they are, your life is still going to be very grim. If you have a vehicle, it is extremely hard to find the money to maintain it. It it dies, forget it. You can't afford to buy another one, and since you're poor, your credit rating probably sucks and you can't qualify to rent a car. Plus, where would you get the couple of thousand dollar down payment? I relate strongly to this problem as my little five cylinder truck has 152,000 miles on it. My surgeon wants me delay getting a knee replacement as long as possible because I am active and have to live twenty-five more years to redeem myself from my cowardly behavior - if I can. She also says I have enough of something left. She prescribed me a super brace which I wear while I'm up but still if I hit an
uneven spot -and Vermont, the Green Mountain state, has a lot of them- I stumble and get pain. The knee is not strong, and I can't walk far. So I need a vehicle to get around in. When you qualify for food stamps and Medicaid, your income level is so low there's no money to do anything nice with, like go to a restaurant above the McDonald's level and order from the Value Menu. Another major problem is your teeth. If you're in your sixties and beyond, your teeth start falling apart. Medicaid is kind enough in Vermont to cover getting it pulled out, but what's the next step? You have a hole in your jaw that is susceptible to food falling into it and becoming infected. Then what? As more and more teeth falls out, your mouth collapses, and your face looks like shit. As the teeth die or fall apart, they become very sensitive - read painful- to hot and cold foods and drink. As you get more and more teeth pulled out, you can eat less and less. Then what - baby food? You don't dare smile because your lack of teeth looks like a horror show.By this time, what's there to smile about anyway?
Allowing old people to work and having that money exempt from our benefits from the state programs that the good people of Vermont provide would allow us old folks on Medicaid who are able to work to maintain and replace our vehicles, and get root canals and crowns so we can continue eating and not look any more grotesque than we already look to the young people.
I also propose this legislation allowing individuals receiving Social Security payments because of age and who are on Medicaid be exempt from the minimum wage. We're old. We probably won't deserve the minimum wage. We're just too old and slow. I'm dealing with reality here, not ideology. Plus, we're probably not going to want to work an eight or ten hour day or be able to.
All you read about is how illegals here perform jobs Americans won't. I say let us old people try to pick the fields, pick the apples, blueberries, and raspberries, man the cash registers, and clean the pools for a couple of hours at a time and at less than minimum wage. We know we're old and slow but we need our vehicles, our teeth, and an occasional dinner at a nice restaurant.
I hope your down with this plank in my Selectboard platform.
Peter Nickerson peternickerson12@yahoo.com 352-359-0850 Philosophy Major
Thursday, April 27, 2017
Vermont Selectboard Un-Candidate #10
Did you notice; I learned how to spell "selectboard" correctly as one word not two?
Yesterday, I emailed the Abeneki Indian, Rich Holschuh, and the Chair of the Selectboard, Kate O'Connor to enlist their support in getting the Reformer to publish my letter that it was a lie when they published for millions of readers that ten minutes after the Indigenous Peoples' Day was voted in and in the middle of the financial report, I wondered if voting for the Indigenous Peoples' Day had been a good idea. Writing that made me look like a clown. Lacking a good plan for our economy and our national defense and security, the left's best weapon is its derision, and that was what they were doing to me even if they had to make up the situation.
Like I wrote Kate, the Chair, there may be times that I do look like a clown having to flee a meeting or choking up during a speech and having to stop. The Reformer can then report those true events gleefully, if they're small enough. They don't have to make up fake news about me.
Emailing Rich and Kate assertively was a big step for me. I gave them my phone number and checked for messages from them this morning. Nothing. But the fear and avoidance was marked. I know it's ridiculous to be so anxious - hard men and women would call it cowardly. No prob. In my defense though, I can claim that I knew extreme fear before I was even born. My mother wouldn't tell me this, but my sister who cared for our mother for ten years before her death, did. The story is that in 1946 in Anchorage, Alaska, my mother went to the Army base hospital for stomach problems. Why she didn't think about her periods or pregnancy I don't know. My father and mother were Puritans from Massachusetts and likely to get hysteria like the young women in Salem, Massachusetts, who saw their neighbors flying about on broomsticks and like all the other hysterics in Salem who believed the young women seeing witches fly. I mean, the hysterical college-age women in Salem seeing their neighbors flying around on broomsticks had such a catchy phrase. Remember it? It was "Believe the victim!" Who would dare to doubt them after that! But back to Anchorage, the Army doctors were probably all drunks because they didn't catch on either. Instead, they operated on my mother's stomach, saw me, hastily sewed my mother up, poured Jack Daniels on the incision, and kept mother in the hospital for two weeks because the baby usually died after such an intrusion.
I didn't, but I was born with my umbilical cord wrapped tightly around my neck, probably from swimming around, doing back flips, frantically trying to get away from the scalpel. That's also why I have some brain damage, get flustered easily, and have no mechanical skills when all my brothers fix everything. That's probably the first time I felt great fear, and I wasn't even born yet. I mean who is threatened with a knife before they are born and lives to tell about it? Not many.
With disgusting butterflies in my stomach, I did go to the phone and check for messages from Rich and Kate. For that, I give myself another pat.
"Freedom, Reason,and Evidence. Humor too, eh?"
Peter Nickerson peternickerson12@yahoo.com 352-359-0850 Open "office" at McDonald's M-Th 9:15 F 8:15
Yesterday, I emailed the Abeneki Indian, Rich Holschuh, and the Chair of the Selectboard, Kate O'Connor to enlist their support in getting the Reformer to publish my letter that it was a lie when they published for millions of readers that ten minutes after the Indigenous Peoples' Day was voted in and in the middle of the financial report, I wondered if voting for the Indigenous Peoples' Day had been a good idea. Writing that made me look like a clown. Lacking a good plan for our economy and our national defense and security, the left's best weapon is its derision, and that was what they were doing to me even if they had to make up the situation.
Like I wrote Kate, the Chair, there may be times that I do look like a clown having to flee a meeting or choking up during a speech and having to stop. The Reformer can then report those true events gleefully, if they're small enough. They don't have to make up fake news about me.
Emailing Rich and Kate assertively was a big step for me. I gave them my phone number and checked for messages from them this morning. Nothing. But the fear and avoidance was marked. I know it's ridiculous to be so anxious - hard men and women would call it cowardly. No prob. In my defense though, I can claim that I knew extreme fear before I was even born. My mother wouldn't tell me this, but my sister who cared for our mother for ten years before her death, did. The story is that in 1946 in Anchorage, Alaska, my mother went to the Army base hospital for stomach problems. Why she didn't think about her periods or pregnancy I don't know. My father and mother were Puritans from Massachusetts and likely to get hysteria like the young women in Salem, Massachusetts, who saw their neighbors flying about on broomsticks and like all the other hysterics in Salem who believed the young women seeing witches fly. I mean, the hysterical college-age women in Salem seeing their neighbors flying around on broomsticks had such a catchy phrase. Remember it? It was "Believe the victim!" Who would dare to doubt them after that! But back to Anchorage, the Army doctors were probably all drunks because they didn't catch on either. Instead, they operated on my mother's stomach, saw me, hastily sewed my mother up, poured Jack Daniels on the incision, and kept mother in the hospital for two weeks because the baby usually died after such an intrusion.
I didn't, but I was born with my umbilical cord wrapped tightly around my neck, probably from swimming around, doing back flips, frantically trying to get away from the scalpel. That's also why I have some brain damage, get flustered easily, and have no mechanical skills when all my brothers fix everything. That's probably the first time I felt great fear, and I wasn't even born yet. I mean who is threatened with a knife before they are born and lives to tell about it? Not many.
With disgusting butterflies in my stomach, I did go to the phone and check for messages from Rich and Kate. For that, I give myself another pat.
"Freedom, Reason,and Evidence. Humor too, eh?"
Peter Nickerson peternickerson12@yahoo.com 352-359-0850 Open "office" at McDonald's M-Th 9:15 F 8:15
Wednesday, April 26, 2017
Vermont Select Board Un-Candidate #9
Verbatim letter to the Brattleboro Reformer continued:
"... as a 'southern rebel.'"
All this is very simple and in plain sight. It shouldn't be hard to be accurate about it. I fear that you were deliberately inaccurate about what happened at the Select Board meeting, because you were hostile to my letter-to-the editor about my worries that innocent men were being found guilty of sexual assault at the campus Kangaroo Courts being held by Title IX coordinators led by rabid anti-male feminists who believe that all men are rapists. I noted in my letter that the accused male students are not being allowed due process, and have no means to defend themselves through the crooked procedures of the feminists. This is a very serious, vilely unjust inquisition the teenage boys and young men are being put through, and the thoughtless damage to them is immense. Many become suicidal. This situation is going to pop into the mainstream when a boy commits suicide and the media covers it fair and square.
I believe you are hostile to this news getting out and didn't like or publish my letter because of your hostility. I also you believe you wrote the fake news this weekend about me to portray me as confused and flustered: anyone who knows me can tell you that's old news.
It only takes a line or two to tie a knot of lies, but it takes paragraphs to untie it. Real life isn't snappy; it's hard and long. Live it!
Peter Nickerson 62 Town Crier Drive, Apt. 10, Brattleboro, VT. 05301 352-359-0850
"... as a 'southern rebel.'"
All this is very simple and in plain sight. It shouldn't be hard to be accurate about it. I fear that you were deliberately inaccurate about what happened at the Select Board meeting, because you were hostile to my letter-to-the editor about my worries that innocent men were being found guilty of sexual assault at the campus Kangaroo Courts being held by Title IX coordinators led by rabid anti-male feminists who believe that all men are rapists. I noted in my letter that the accused male students are not being allowed due process, and have no means to defend themselves through the crooked procedures of the feminists. This is a very serious, vilely unjust inquisition the teenage boys and young men are being put through, and the thoughtless damage to them is immense. Many become suicidal. This situation is going to pop into the mainstream when a boy commits suicide and the media covers it fair and square.
I believe you are hostile to this news getting out and didn't like or publish my letter because of your hostility. I also you believe you wrote the fake news this weekend about me to portray me as confused and flustered: anyone who knows me can tell you that's old news.
It only takes a line or two to tie a knot of lies, but it takes paragraphs to untie it. Real life isn't snappy; it's hard and long. Live it!
Peter Nickerson 62 Town Crier Drive, Apt. 10, Brattleboro, VT. 05301 352-359-0850
Tuesday, April 25, 2017
Vermont Select Board Un-Candidate #8
I have already been given a lying, petty smear by the establishment - the Brattleboro Reformer no less. Let me show you and then tell you why they did it:
Lettter to the Editor
Brattleboro Reformer
4/24/17
"Dear Editor:
Since you published a letter from someone who didn't like you calling a female a "girl," I am confident you will publish this letter and correct yourself. In the weekend edition, April 22-23, you wrote about me in your front page banner story and ran a picture that included me sitting behind the eloquent Indian speaker, Rich Holsuch. I'm the guy right by the exit door where I like to be as one of my phobias with panic attacks is being in meetings. In the article, you wrote that after the Select Board changed the Columbus Day Holiday to Indigenous Peoples' Day to honor the Indians, Asian immigrants, living in America before the dreaded white man came. Make no mistake; the white man did dreadful things to the Indian, and he is still doing them to the Indian and about 20.000 species of animals and plants. The most important thing is taking their land. Increasingly, animals have to live in the median strips.
Then you write 'About 10 minutes later, when the board was being given the town's monthly report, resident Pete Nickerson wondered whether the name of the holiday should have stayed the way it was.' This was not an accurate description of what happened. It is calling a woman a girl. I make this objection because I am trying to run for the Select Board in spite of having phobias that include meetings and public speaking. I want to try to experience those facets of life even if I have to put up with panic attacks or just having to try to fight them down.
The facts are that the board was not being given the financial report when I brought up the Indigenous Peoples' vote: We heard the report, and then the Chairwoman asked for comments. At that time, I raised my hand, walked up to the microphone and cameras (you can see this on video, I'm sure unless Nixon destroyed the tapes) and told the chairwoman that she hadn't allowed discussion of the motion before it was passed. She said I was right but then said something about else. I think it was about a prior meeting of 150 people to discuss the motion. I'm not sure; I was too nervous about being in the meeting and doing public speaking. After she said that, she paused, and I took that opportunity to assert my brief, rustic objections as a 'southern rebel.'" To Be Continued
Peter Nickerson peternickerson12@yahoo.com 352-359-0850 Open door at my
McDonald's "office" M-Th at 9:05 and F at 8:05 pm
Lettter to the Editor
Brattleboro Reformer
4/24/17
"Dear Editor:
Since you published a letter from someone who didn't like you calling a female a "girl," I am confident you will publish this letter and correct yourself. In the weekend edition, April 22-23, you wrote about me in your front page banner story and ran a picture that included me sitting behind the eloquent Indian speaker, Rich Holsuch. I'm the guy right by the exit door where I like to be as one of my phobias with panic attacks is being in meetings. In the article, you wrote that after the Select Board changed the Columbus Day Holiday to Indigenous Peoples' Day to honor the Indians, Asian immigrants, living in America before the dreaded white man came. Make no mistake; the white man did dreadful things to the Indian, and he is still doing them to the Indian and about 20.000 species of animals and plants. The most important thing is taking their land. Increasingly, animals have to live in the median strips.
Then you write 'About 10 minutes later, when the board was being given the town's monthly report, resident Pete Nickerson wondered whether the name of the holiday should have stayed the way it was.' This was not an accurate description of what happened. It is calling a woman a girl. I make this objection because I am trying to run for the Select Board in spite of having phobias that include meetings and public speaking. I want to try to experience those facets of life even if I have to put up with panic attacks or just having to try to fight them down.
The facts are that the board was not being given the financial report when I brought up the Indigenous Peoples' vote: We heard the report, and then the Chairwoman asked for comments. At that time, I raised my hand, walked up to the microphone and cameras (you can see this on video, I'm sure unless Nixon destroyed the tapes) and told the chairwoman that she hadn't allowed discussion of the motion before it was passed. She said I was right but then said something about else. I think it was about a prior meeting of 150 people to discuss the motion. I'm not sure; I was too nervous about being in the meeting and doing public speaking. After she said that, she paused, and I took that opportunity to assert my brief, rustic objections as a 'southern rebel.'" To Be Continued
Peter Nickerson peternickerson12@yahoo.com 352-359-0850 Open door at my
McDonald's "office" M-Th at 9:05 and F at 8:05 pm
Saturday, April 22, 2017
The Vermont Select Board Un-Candidate #7
I wrote a short letter to the editor of the Brattleboro Reformer about commenting against the abolition of Columbus Day. Let's see if this one is accepted. This week the Reformer even printed a letter complaining about the Reformer calling a female a "girl" instead of a "woman." I'd be happy to be mistaken for a boy, but then I'm a recovering snowflake.
Talking about snowflakes, in my reading I've picked up some disquieting news to support my worry that the colleges are making the students schizophrenic by being so divorced from reality. One item was that millennials are having unique problems at work because they have been so coddled and kept away from any friction. The other was that millennials are convinced that they have been sexually assaulted on campus when there is objective proof that they haven't been. The latter, if true, is delusional thinking, a hallmark of schizophrenia. The other thread in both of these examples is paranoid thinking.
If you look at the campus drama, you see students in the grip of a delusional existential threat. They think anything Western and white male is going to hurt them. In trying to resist fascism, they become violent fascists themselves. They appear to have no insight - another indication of schizophrenia. Are they becoming Paranoid Schizophrenics? College was the time that I began having several phobias. I've always tried to console myself that at least I didn't become a Paranoid Schizophrenic - that my paranoia was confined to meetings, public speaking, bridges, etc. and I knew my fear was not rooted in reality. These kids appear to be either psychotic or gaming the system in order to get away with violence.
If they are so upset, how are they staying in college? Aren't there grades and standards any longer? Will colleges flunk them out or do they need their tuition and fees too much to do that? Do the parents of these bad actors just sit around and indulge them? If the students major in Paranoid Schizophrenia, are the parents not going to ask themselves what they did wrong? Are they ready to support, nurture, and try to control a Paranoid Schizophrenic the rest of their lives? No retirement for them! Who will take care of them if the parents won't or when the parents die? Will we see lawsuits by these parents against their children's colleges for being schizophrenogenic? Parents, you'd better start gathering the evidence for that charge immediately. The colleges and universities are already destroying the paper evidence of their vile, psychotic Kangaroo Trials for "Sexual Assault" that preclude due process for the charged teenage boys and young men and that brand them a sexual predator for life. You need to collect material about these hearings to buttress your case that the university made your child a Paranoid Schizophrenic. I say that it's happening.
Peter Nickerson peternickerson12@yahoo.com 352-359-0850
Talking about snowflakes, in my reading I've picked up some disquieting news to support my worry that the colleges are making the students schizophrenic by being so divorced from reality. One item was that millennials are having unique problems at work because they have been so coddled and kept away from any friction. The other was that millennials are convinced that they have been sexually assaulted on campus when there is objective proof that they haven't been. The latter, if true, is delusional thinking, a hallmark of schizophrenia. The other thread in both of these examples is paranoid thinking.
If you look at the campus drama, you see students in the grip of a delusional existential threat. They think anything Western and white male is going to hurt them. In trying to resist fascism, they become violent fascists themselves. They appear to have no insight - another indication of schizophrenia. Are they becoming Paranoid Schizophrenics? College was the time that I began having several phobias. I've always tried to console myself that at least I didn't become a Paranoid Schizophrenic - that my paranoia was confined to meetings, public speaking, bridges, etc. and I knew my fear was not rooted in reality. These kids appear to be either psychotic or gaming the system in order to get away with violence.
If they are so upset, how are they staying in college? Aren't there grades and standards any longer? Will colleges flunk them out or do they need their tuition and fees too much to do that? Do the parents of these bad actors just sit around and indulge them? If the students major in Paranoid Schizophrenia, are the parents not going to ask themselves what they did wrong? Are they ready to support, nurture, and try to control a Paranoid Schizophrenic the rest of their lives? No retirement for them! Who will take care of them if the parents won't or when the parents die? Will we see lawsuits by these parents against their children's colleges for being schizophrenogenic? Parents, you'd better start gathering the evidence for that charge immediately. The colleges and universities are already destroying the paper evidence of their vile, psychotic Kangaroo Trials for "Sexual Assault" that preclude due process for the charged teenage boys and young men and that brand them a sexual predator for life. You need to collect material about these hearings to buttress your case that the university made your child a Paranoid Schizophrenic. I say that it's happening.
Peter Nickerson peternickerson12@yahoo.com 352-359-0850
Wednesday, April 19, 2017
The Vermont Select Board Un-Candidate #6
Brattleboro 4/19/17
I attended the Select Board Meeting and sat in the second row by the open door. There were about twenty people in the big meeting room, and it was not crowded. I was comfortable with no thoughts of panic. I saw where the Select Men and Women sat, on the other side of the room with the only exit near them an emergency fire outside stairway or ladder, and knew I would have to endure panic sitting there. Bring it (I say now).
I did make some redemption for my lack of courage in the past and I hope I championed the thoughts of some other people too. The issue was replacing Columbus Day with Indigenous People's Day. Now people, the motto for my un-campaign is "Freedom, Reason, and Evidence." Indigenous means occurring naturally in a particular places. There were no indigenous people in North America. We thought the Clovis people were the first to come to North America from Asia. They were immigrants then, 13,000 years ago. But evidence of pre-Clovis people has been found. The point is: There are no indigenous people in North America! So why have a holiday set aside for no one? There was a motion made, seconded, and passed to replace Columbus Day - a real person- with Indigenous People's Day when there have never been indigenous people in Vermont. Political Correctness (read Intimidation) at its most absurd. I told myself that I had to speak up, but the audience wasn't invited to on this issue, at variance with the other items on the agenda. I forgot to bring my wallet with his card in it to the library so I cannot name the distinguished Indian who eloquently thanked the Select Board for establishing the holiday for no one.
We then proceeded to another issue, and the Chairman asked if the audience wanted to say anything. I got up, went to the microphone and camera, and spoke most ineloquently about being " a southern rebel " not "from this culture" and not liking the trend to erase history. I said that I was sorry for the things done to the Indians, and that these things were continuing to be done "to species of animals." I think I said that Columbus Day was historical and accurate and wanted to keep it.
I then collapsed on my chair. The Indian came over, shook my hand that was cold and wet (and probably little too!), gave me his card and said he would be glad to talk to me if I wished. I gave him mine. That was my only contribution to the meeting, if you would call it that.
I then drove to my office at McDonald's and actually had some possible constituents drop in and talk for several hours. I left them shaking their heads in dismay.
This afternoon I returned to the River Garden to attend the session "What Is
Living Well To Me ?" hosted by Pennfield Chester. My only contribution there was an offhand remark that could apply to snowflakes. It was "Friction is good. It exposes you to other views." Grab your blankie and bott!
Peter Nickerson peternickerson12@yahoo.com 352-359-0850
Office hours at McDonald's 9:05 weekdays except for Friday which is 8:05
"Freedom, Reason and Evidence" humor too!
I attended the Select Board Meeting and sat in the second row by the open door. There were about twenty people in the big meeting room, and it was not crowded. I was comfortable with no thoughts of panic. I saw where the Select Men and Women sat, on the other side of the room with the only exit near them an emergency fire outside stairway or ladder, and knew I would have to endure panic sitting there. Bring it (I say now).
I did make some redemption for my lack of courage in the past and I hope I championed the thoughts of some other people too. The issue was replacing Columbus Day with Indigenous People's Day. Now people, the motto for my un-campaign is "Freedom, Reason, and Evidence." Indigenous means occurring naturally in a particular places. There were no indigenous people in North America. We thought the Clovis people were the first to come to North America from Asia. They were immigrants then, 13,000 years ago. But evidence of pre-Clovis people has been found. The point is: There are no indigenous people in North America! So why have a holiday set aside for no one? There was a motion made, seconded, and passed to replace Columbus Day - a real person- with Indigenous People's Day when there have never been indigenous people in Vermont. Political Correctness (read Intimidation) at its most absurd. I told myself that I had to speak up, but the audience wasn't invited to on this issue, at variance with the other items on the agenda. I forgot to bring my wallet with his card in it to the library so I cannot name the distinguished Indian who eloquently thanked the Select Board for establishing the holiday for no one.
We then proceeded to another issue, and the Chairman asked if the audience wanted to say anything. I got up, went to the microphone and camera, and spoke most ineloquently about being " a southern rebel " not "from this culture" and not liking the trend to erase history. I said that I was sorry for the things done to the Indians, and that these things were continuing to be done "to species of animals." I think I said that Columbus Day was historical and accurate and wanted to keep it.
I then collapsed on my chair. The Indian came over, shook my hand that was cold and wet (and probably little too!), gave me his card and said he would be glad to talk to me if I wished. I gave him mine. That was my only contribution to the meeting, if you would call it that.
I then drove to my office at McDonald's and actually had some possible constituents drop in and talk for several hours. I left them shaking their heads in dismay.
This afternoon I returned to the River Garden to attend the session "What Is
Living Well To Me ?" hosted by Pennfield Chester. My only contribution there was an offhand remark that could apply to snowflakes. It was "Friction is good. It exposes you to other views." Grab your blankie and bott!
Peter Nickerson peternickerson12@yahoo.com 352-359-0850
Office hours at McDonald's 9:05 weekdays except for Friday which is 8:05
"Freedom, Reason and Evidence" humor too!
Tuesday, April 18, 2017
The Vermont Select Board Un-Candidate #5
Brattleboro, 4/18/17
Today, I attended a meeting at the River Garden about Advanced Directives (ADs) for people under 35. The presenter, Hannah Thurber, had two friends under 45 who had strokes. Fortunately, they weren't fatal ones. With downhill skiing, mountain bike riding, and motorcycles so popular in Vermont, young people should be aware that they could be badly injured and decide if they want heroic measures if they are going to be grossly impaired the rest of their lives.
She stressed that ADs are "a continuous conversation" with your agent. There are many issues and nuances once you begin to scratch the surface. Hannah said some people complete the application and get two people to witness the signing in one day, but that is a rarity. Once you have completed the application, Vermont ( you, the people) pays the fee for your AD to be on the national registry so it follows you in the other states.
I asked if Ads interfaced with suicide services, and Hannah couldn't recall an instance. She did distribute a brochure from that service, Compassion With Choices. That avenue appears to be difficult according to one participant who said it required some sort of approval by three doctors.
I also ask for any more possible details about the legal force of an AD and the agent, specifically, suits. Hannah had recently read of suits and at least one settlement on a hospital that did not honor an AD. So the AD has established teeth.
After the meeting I talked with a woman who had moved here after thirty years in Florida. She had worked the night shift on the island next to Sanibel Island and had seen bobcats and alligators crossing the road on Sanibel. One morning, going home from work, she saw a solid black panther crossing the road in front of her about twenty yards away. She said, "My heart stopped."
On the way here to the library to blog this, I passed a friend and her new lab from the rescue people. She said the Fishes and Loaves had their biggest crowd today, and it wasn't even close to the end of the month. People are reporting that they are losing their food stamps. Why, she didn't know. If anyone does, I'd like to know what's going on.
I plan to attend the Select Board tonight. If you're watching on a screen, I'll hold up one finger if I'm having some uncomfortability and two fingers if I'm fighting panic. I'm interested in seeing the seating for the selectmen, as how conspicuous it is, how close to a door, that sort of hiding, escape thing. Boo-Rah! Let's do this!
If you have any comments or want to discuss something, please contact me. I will also be at my open door "office" at McDonald's at 9:05 Monday thru Thursday and at 8:05 Friday evenings. I'll be at the Select Board tonight.
Peter Nickerson peternickerson12@yahoo.com or 352-359-0850
"FREEDOM, REASON, AND EVIDENCE!
Today, I attended a meeting at the River Garden about Advanced Directives (ADs) for people under 35. The presenter, Hannah Thurber, had two friends under 45 who had strokes. Fortunately, they weren't fatal ones. With downhill skiing, mountain bike riding, and motorcycles so popular in Vermont, young people should be aware that they could be badly injured and decide if they want heroic measures if they are going to be grossly impaired the rest of their lives.
She stressed that ADs are "a continuous conversation" with your agent. There are many issues and nuances once you begin to scratch the surface. Hannah said some people complete the application and get two people to witness the signing in one day, but that is a rarity. Once you have completed the application, Vermont ( you, the people) pays the fee for your AD to be on the national registry so it follows you in the other states.
I asked if Ads interfaced with suicide services, and Hannah couldn't recall an instance. She did distribute a brochure from that service, Compassion With Choices. That avenue appears to be difficult according to one participant who said it required some sort of approval by three doctors.
I also ask for any more possible details about the legal force of an AD and the agent, specifically, suits. Hannah had recently read of suits and at least one settlement on a hospital that did not honor an AD. So the AD has established teeth.
After the meeting I talked with a woman who had moved here after thirty years in Florida. She had worked the night shift on the island next to Sanibel Island and had seen bobcats and alligators crossing the road on Sanibel. One morning, going home from work, she saw a solid black panther crossing the road in front of her about twenty yards away. She said, "My heart stopped."
On the way here to the library to blog this, I passed a friend and her new lab from the rescue people. She said the Fishes and Loaves had their biggest crowd today, and it wasn't even close to the end of the month. People are reporting that they are losing their food stamps. Why, she didn't know. If anyone does, I'd like to know what's going on.
I plan to attend the Select Board tonight. If you're watching on a screen, I'll hold up one finger if I'm having some uncomfortability and two fingers if I'm fighting panic. I'm interested in seeing the seating for the selectmen, as how conspicuous it is, how close to a door, that sort of hiding, escape thing. Boo-Rah! Let's do this!
If you have any comments or want to discuss something, please contact me. I will also be at my open door "office" at McDonald's at 9:05 Monday thru Thursday and at 8:05 Friday evenings. I'll be at the Select Board tonight.
Peter Nickerson peternickerson12@yahoo.com or 352-359-0850
"FREEDOM, REASON, AND EVIDENCE!
Monday, April 17, 2017
The Vermont Select Board Un-Candidate #4
Brattleboro 4/17/17
After talking to some friends at McDonald's yesterday about my panic attacks in meetings, I learned that one person used to dig her nails into the palms of her hand so the pain would divert her from an attack. Another woman took Zoloft.
Accordingly, I called my doctor and talked to her aide about trying Xanax right before a meeting to see if it helped and also to see how it interacted with the anti-depressants, Paxil and Mirtazapine, that I already take. She will call me back.
From there, I went to the River Garden which hosts a presentation every weekday at noon. You can bring food and eat, but nobody does, I hear. This is a great community service. The presentation was about your Advanced Directive, if you want to make one. The presenter was Suzanne Weinburg. She was a slim, attractive woman who kept her glasses on top of her head. She was very articulate, professional, yet warm.
I wanted to learn what the Advanced Directive was about, and the problems with it. I learned that you might specify no heroics in your Advanced Directive (AD) but if you are unconscious or maybe even if you aren't, your AD may not be observed in some hospitals, and the doctors will do whatever they can to revive you. Also your AD doesn't apply with the EMTs in the ambulance: they will do whatever they can to revive you. Another important thing Suzanne brought out was to keep your AD agent up to date on what you want, rather don't want done on you. You don't want to be lying in bed during a medical emergency, not being able to say anything, but able to hear your agent tell the doctor not to do heroic measures, when you have decided you want to live at any cost but had forgotten to tell your agent about your change of mind. Get the picture?
This was an informal, friendly group in a beautiful, wide-open space with gracious people everywhere so even I felt no problems with panic.
peternickerson12@yahoo.com 352-359-0850 Philosophy Major, '68
If I can be of help, or you want to discuss something, please feel free to contact me. Those are two reasons I'm un-running.
After talking to some friends at McDonald's yesterday about my panic attacks in meetings, I learned that one person used to dig her nails into the palms of her hand so the pain would divert her from an attack. Another woman took Zoloft.
Accordingly, I called my doctor and talked to her aide about trying Xanax right before a meeting to see if it helped and also to see how it interacted with the anti-depressants, Paxil and Mirtazapine, that I already take. She will call me back.
From there, I went to the River Garden which hosts a presentation every weekday at noon. You can bring food and eat, but nobody does, I hear. This is a great community service. The presentation was about your Advanced Directive, if you want to make one. The presenter was Suzanne Weinburg. She was a slim, attractive woman who kept her glasses on top of her head. She was very articulate, professional, yet warm.
I wanted to learn what the Advanced Directive was about, and the problems with it. I learned that you might specify no heroics in your Advanced Directive (AD) but if you are unconscious or maybe even if you aren't, your AD may not be observed in some hospitals, and the doctors will do whatever they can to revive you. Also your AD doesn't apply with the EMTs in the ambulance: they will do whatever they can to revive you. Another important thing Suzanne brought out was to keep your AD agent up to date on what you want, rather don't want done on you. You don't want to be lying in bed during a medical emergency, not being able to say anything, but able to hear your agent tell the doctor not to do heroic measures, when you have decided you want to live at any cost but had forgotten to tell your agent about your change of mind. Get the picture?
This was an informal, friendly group in a beautiful, wide-open space with gracious people everywhere so even I felt no problems with panic.
peternickerson12@yahoo.com 352-359-0850 Philosophy Major, '68
If I can be of help, or you want to discuss something, please feel free to contact me. Those are two reasons I'm un-running.
The Vermont Select Board Un-Candidate #3
After not attending the opiod discussion group, I tried to redeem myself by writing this letter-to-the-editor to the Brattleboro Reformer: " I am worried about the damage and suffering inflicted upon innocent college teenagers and young men by the on-campus Salem Witch Trials in which due process is immaturely ignored, and everything almost possible is done to convict these university males and to minimize the paper trail that would incriminate the Title IX coordinators, the college administrators, and the college as a whole. The wholly appropriate charge for these bad actors would be the civil rights abuse of the charged male student. This is not futuristic thinking; numerous universities have been so charged, and the plaintiffs have won or settled for money. The problem is that we, the people, cannot afford the tens of thousands of dollars it would take to protect our sons if we ascertained that he was not guilty of sexual assault. Because of the costs of lawyers, the justice system in general is not available to we, the people, except in the most rudimentary ways that have little to do with receiving justice, such as a court-appointed lawyer, or asking for abbreviated services from a lawyer such a seeking deferred prosecution or a plea-bargain.
Not having the justice system available to us because we can't afford a $250 an hour lawyer is intolerable. The legal case is our case, not the lawyer's, not the judge's, or anyone else's. We have a perfect moral right to have anyone we want to represent us in court. It is far, far better than no one. It is time that we, the people, and we, the government, decided that the monopoly that bar-passed attorneys have is wrong and cruel. It denies us access to the courts. I urge you to reform this elitist law. In the meantime, if you have a son at college, particularly the ivy league colleges, I urge you to save money for a lawyer. Innocent teenage boys and young men are getting found guilty of sexual abuse with almost no due process by male-hating Title IX coordinators and college administrators who cravenly turn their backs on them. Witches not Pilgrims are running the Salem Witch Trials now.
This version of the email I sent to the Brattleboro Reformer was elaborated just a bit. After I sent the email in, I went to the gym where I worried about the consequences as this is a very inflammatory, emotional issue not readily open reason, logic, evidence, or friction (contrasting thoughts). It is sooo immature!
As a lifted weights, I feared that a flash mob from the Middlebury College Nazis might appear in a little bubble of love -Brattleboro, that is- and attack me. I thought about how I would fight.
peternickerson12@yahoo 352-359-0850 Philosophy Major, "68
Not having the justice system available to us because we can't afford a $250 an hour lawyer is intolerable. The legal case is our case, not the lawyer's, not the judge's, or anyone else's. We have a perfect moral right to have anyone we want to represent us in court. It is far, far better than no one. It is time that we, the people, and we, the government, decided that the monopoly that bar-passed attorneys have is wrong and cruel. It denies us access to the courts. I urge you to reform this elitist law. In the meantime, if you have a son at college, particularly the ivy league colleges, I urge you to save money for a lawyer. Innocent teenage boys and young men are getting found guilty of sexual abuse with almost no due process by male-hating Title IX coordinators and college administrators who cravenly turn their backs on them. Witches not Pilgrims are running the Salem Witch Trials now.
This version of the email I sent to the Brattleboro Reformer was elaborated just a bit. After I sent the email in, I went to the gym where I worried about the consequences as this is a very inflammatory, emotional issue not readily open reason, logic, evidence, or friction (contrasting thoughts). It is sooo immature!
As a lifted weights, I feared that a flash mob from the Middlebury College Nazis might appear in a little bubble of love -Brattleboro, that is- and attack me. I thought about how I would fight.
peternickerson12@yahoo 352-359-0850 Philosophy Major, "68
Saturday, April 15, 2017
The Un-Candidate #2
Another way, a huge way, to redeem myself for my cowardice is to run for the Select Board, I think it's called up here. I've told some people I'm running and then told them I'm not. The fear of my phobias is too great. Specifically, the phobias with panic attacks at meetings and with public speaking. I go back and forth. I wonder, "Is it better to live in fear and trembling in fear and trembling trying to face phobic situations or live in slow death constantly castigating yourself for your cowardice both past and present? Routinely having these flashbacks of events in which you've ruined your life and the lives of others. Even causing the death of a foster child who committed suicide and thus killed her unborn child because you didn't pursue hard enought getting her the counseling your social worker told you she needed?
Is it better to face a life where you put yourself into phobic situations that can result in you feeling panic that makes you want to run and also face this dreadful feeling that is commonly and accurately described as "worse than dying". Or is it better to retire to a life of slow death by recrimination? Some say a third choice is self-forgiveness, but that's too soft and cloying for me. In some life, I must have been a warrior because I have his code of honor.
It is much easier to sit here in my two stacked-together plastic chairs (I weigh around 250) and wax philosophically that there is value in each battle with the unending panic either clutching you, trying to get a hold on you, or taking over completely. I thought I would do battle with the panic by going to the local discussion at the library about the opiod epidemic. Everything is an epidemic today. I would go to learn about a big problem in the community like every Select Board candidate should. Then the time came to go. Then I started backing out. Was it worth an hour and a half of trying to fight down panic? The unenlightened would probably just talk about drugs as if the drugs were jumping down people's throats and pushing through their skin. There'd be no discussion of what motivates people to take drugs, and how can we help them not to be motivated to take drugs. What would it take? It would just be more of blame the gun, blame the drug. If I said anything about drug use being a people problem, I'd probably be looked at critically. It's those damn drugs jumping into people, Nickerson. Let's get with the program! After one and a half hours of this ordeal, I'd be so worn out and down that it would be difficult, maybe impossible, to go to the gym. Even if I went. it would be a blah workout. The weights would be twice as heavy, and I'd have no drive to lift them. So I talked myself out of going to the drug discussion.
peternickerson12@yahoo.com 352-359-0850 Philosophy Major, '68.
Is it better to face a life where you put yourself into phobic situations that can result in you feeling panic that makes you want to run and also face this dreadful feeling that is commonly and accurately described as "worse than dying". Or is it better to retire to a life of slow death by recrimination? Some say a third choice is self-forgiveness, but that's too soft and cloying for me. In some life, I must have been a warrior because I have his code of honor.
It is much easier to sit here in my two stacked-together plastic chairs (I weigh around 250) and wax philosophically that there is value in each battle with the unending panic either clutching you, trying to get a hold on you, or taking over completely. I thought I would do battle with the panic by going to the local discussion at the library about the opiod epidemic. Everything is an epidemic today. I would go to learn about a big problem in the community like every Select Board candidate should. Then the time came to go. Then I started backing out. Was it worth an hour and a half of trying to fight down panic? The unenlightened would probably just talk about drugs as if the drugs were jumping down people's throats and pushing through their skin. There'd be no discussion of what motivates people to take drugs, and how can we help them not to be motivated to take drugs. What would it take? It would just be more of blame the gun, blame the drug. If I said anything about drug use being a people problem, I'd probably be looked at critically. It's those damn drugs jumping into people, Nickerson. Let's get with the program! After one and a half hours of this ordeal, I'd be so worn out and down that it would be difficult, maybe impossible, to go to the gym. Even if I went. it would be a blah workout. The weights would be twice as heavy, and I'd have no drive to lift them. So I talked myself out of going to the drug discussion.
peternickerson12@yahoo.com 352-359-0850 Philosophy Major, '68.
The Un-Candidate #1
This week I've had the question occur to me of why keep on living in poverty, never being able to do anything nice, and never being able to attract anyone because you are old and poor. And most importantly never being able to get redemption for all the mistakes you have made. I felt like the main character in
Manchester, By The Sea when he said, " I can't beat it." That is, like him, my mistakes have been so great that I don't think I am going to beat them. I have been trying to pull myself together by telling myself to look closely at everything as a chance for redemption. These feelings come, and you work your way out of them.
I do know of one avenue for redemption but it may require a great deal of moral courage as it could make me very unpopular in this socialist community.
That avenue is writing letters to the editor about the Title IX denial of due process to male college students accused of sexual assault. I envision the possibility of angry, name-calling follow-up letters to the editor about my letter.
I know I can't get something for nothing. You risk as much as you gain, if you're lucky.
It has just come to me as I write this that I could write letters mocking Title IX by "supporting" it but simultaneously showing how sick and absurd it is.
On more reflection, I don't find satire or mocking satisfying. It's too cute and smells of cowardice. You take them head-on and put as many of them down as you can. You don't snipe at them. That's not going to redeem me from my acts of cowardice. Let's see what I do about this.
The torment du jour was my having allowed the city manager and his male assistant, a former Army colonel, to walk into my office unannounced and with no explanation, much less asking permission, go into everyone's office and start poking around, inspecting it. I heard them talking, recognized their voices, and went out to the front office, wondering what was going on. I looked, saw, and went back to my office without a word. I saw my workers with "What's going on?" looks. The two men didn't come to my office.
In reading some of Waking The Tiger a couple of weeks ago, I learned about re-enactments for treating PTSD. I call them non-renactments because you don't do the same thing over but something more active that awakens the courageous tiger in you. Certainly, he is a magnificent animal, much more so than humans who have the brain capacity for doing evil that they know is evil. In my first non-enactment of the event, I told the city manager and his assistant to leave and call for an appointment to intrude into my office. When they laughed at me, I told them to leave or I'd call the police- across the quiet street. When they laughed at me, and said, "Sure, call Larry (the chief of police whom the city manager hires and fires)." When I called the police, they laughed at me. So, somehow, despite shaking with anger, I found the state police's number and called them. They told me to call the local police. I said I already had, but they laughed at me. I told them that this office was financed 80% by state money, and these two men had no right to pop into my office and go through the offices at will. There were confidential state papers lying around on desks too. The state police put me on a long hold. Maybe forever. In the meantime, the city manager and the colonel left,
laughing at me. It was not a satisfying non-renactment.
When this torment came back to me this week, I decided to play rougher. Both men were old and thin. I was 35, 6'4', 220, and lifted and ran. I was somewhat built up but not at all like a short man can get. In addition, the city manager was a fussy tyrant. You could go over to the municipal building and hear him bellowing people's names. In this non-renactment, I asked him what he was doing in my house.
"Get lost, Nickerson."
"Yeah, Nickerson," echoed the colonel.
"Jones, this is my house. You get out of my house. Right now. I'm counting to three, and if you're not going, I'm pulling you out. This is my house."
To make this as realistic as feasible, I am standing up in my little living room.
"This is my house, my f----ing house! one, two, three."
He doesn't move, of course.
With that, I cock my right fist at my hip, and grab his skinny, old arm with my left arm. I start pulling him out of my office, snarling, "Come along, you little
b---!"
The colonel tries to interfere. I block and punch him away with my right hand as I pull the city manager out of my office which I rent from him and leave him on the sidewalk. I warn him he doesn't want to come after me as I was defending my office and staff and he was trespassing. He doesn't want me to go to the media. He will look like a loony tune.
Now, this was a satisfying non-renactment.
peternickerson12@yahoo.com 352-359-0850 Philosophy Major, '68
Manchester, By The Sea when he said, " I can't beat it." That is, like him, my mistakes have been so great that I don't think I am going to beat them. I have been trying to pull myself together by telling myself to look closely at everything as a chance for redemption. These feelings come, and you work your way out of them.
I do know of one avenue for redemption but it may require a great deal of moral courage as it could make me very unpopular in this socialist community.
That avenue is writing letters to the editor about the Title IX denial of due process to male college students accused of sexual assault. I envision the possibility of angry, name-calling follow-up letters to the editor about my letter.
I know I can't get something for nothing. You risk as much as you gain, if you're lucky.
It has just come to me as I write this that I could write letters mocking Title IX by "supporting" it but simultaneously showing how sick and absurd it is.
On more reflection, I don't find satire or mocking satisfying. It's too cute and smells of cowardice. You take them head-on and put as many of them down as you can. You don't snipe at them. That's not going to redeem me from my acts of cowardice. Let's see what I do about this.
The torment du jour was my having allowed the city manager and his male assistant, a former Army colonel, to walk into my office unannounced and with no explanation, much less asking permission, go into everyone's office and start poking around, inspecting it. I heard them talking, recognized their voices, and went out to the front office, wondering what was going on. I looked, saw, and went back to my office without a word. I saw my workers with "What's going on?" looks. The two men didn't come to my office.
In reading some of Waking The Tiger a couple of weeks ago, I learned about re-enactments for treating PTSD. I call them non-renactments because you don't do the same thing over but something more active that awakens the courageous tiger in you. Certainly, he is a magnificent animal, much more so than humans who have the brain capacity for doing evil that they know is evil. In my first non-enactment of the event, I told the city manager and his assistant to leave and call for an appointment to intrude into my office. When they laughed at me, I told them to leave or I'd call the police- across the quiet street. When they laughed at me, and said, "Sure, call Larry (the chief of police whom the city manager hires and fires)." When I called the police, they laughed at me. So, somehow, despite shaking with anger, I found the state police's number and called them. They told me to call the local police. I said I already had, but they laughed at me. I told them that this office was financed 80% by state money, and these two men had no right to pop into my office and go through the offices at will. There were confidential state papers lying around on desks too. The state police put me on a long hold. Maybe forever. In the meantime, the city manager and the colonel left,
laughing at me. It was not a satisfying non-renactment.
When this torment came back to me this week, I decided to play rougher. Both men were old and thin. I was 35, 6'4', 220, and lifted and ran. I was somewhat built up but not at all like a short man can get. In addition, the city manager was a fussy tyrant. You could go over to the municipal building and hear him bellowing people's names. In this non-renactment, I asked him what he was doing in my house.
"Get lost, Nickerson."
"Yeah, Nickerson," echoed the colonel.
"Jones, this is my house. You get out of my house. Right now. I'm counting to three, and if you're not going, I'm pulling you out. This is my house."
To make this as realistic as feasible, I am standing up in my little living room.
"This is my house, my f----ing house! one, two, three."
He doesn't move, of course.
With that, I cock my right fist at my hip, and grab his skinny, old arm with my left arm. I start pulling him out of my office, snarling, "Come along, you little
b---!"
The colonel tries to interfere. I block and punch him away with my right hand as I pull the city manager out of my office which I rent from him and leave him on the sidewalk. I warn him he doesn't want to come after me as I was defending my office and staff and he was trespassing. He doesn't want me to go to the media. He will look like a loony tune.
Now, this was a satisfying non-renactment.
peternickerson12@yahoo.com 352-359-0850 Philosophy Major, '68
Title IX Coordinators: Your Son's Nemesis
I am worrying about the damage and suffering inflicted upon innocent college teenage boys and young men by the on-campus Salem Witch Trials in which the due process is immaturely ignored, and everything almost possible is done to convict these university men and to minimize the paper trail that would incriminate the Title IX coordinators, the college administrators, and the college as a whole. The wholly appropriate charge for these bad actors would be the civil right abuses of the charged male students. This is not futuristic thinking; numerous universities have been so charged, and the plaintiffs have won or settled for money. The problem is that we, the people, cannot afford the tens of thousands of dollars it would cost to protect our sons if we ascertained he was not guilty of sexual assault. Because of the costs of lawyers, the justice system is not available to we, the people, except in the most rudimentary terms, such as a court appointed lawyer or asking the attorney not to make a defense but to seek other courses as deferred prosecution or a plea bargain.
Not having a the justice system available to us because we can't afford the $250 an hour bar-passed lawyer is intolerable. The legal case is our case, not the lawyer's, the judge's, or anyone else. It our case, not yours. We have a perfect moral right to have anyone we wish to represent us. It is time, we, the people, we, the government, decided that the monopoly bar-passed attorneys
have on who can represent us is wrong and cruel because it denies us access to the courts. I urge you to reform this barbaric law. Meanwhile, save money for a lawyer if you have a son in college.
I sent the above to the Brattleboro Reformer in Brattleboro, Vermont where I live. This is Bernie Sander's state. Bernie is a socialist who believe that under a dictator complete social conditioning will produce the perfect Socialist Person.
I, on the other hand, champion the sanctity of the individual and his civil rights.
A lot of people call that "right wing." I don't know if the Brattleboro Reformer
would publish a right wing letter to the editor that was not laughably loony. Mine isn't unless it gets edited to look that way.
peternickerson12@yahoo.com 352-359-0850 Philosophy Major '68
Not having a the justice system available to us because we can't afford the $250 an hour bar-passed lawyer is intolerable. The legal case is our case, not the lawyer's, the judge's, or anyone else. It our case, not yours. We have a perfect moral right to have anyone we wish to represent us. It is time, we, the people, we, the government, decided that the monopoly bar-passed attorneys
have on who can represent us is wrong and cruel because it denies us access to the courts. I urge you to reform this barbaric law. Meanwhile, save money for a lawyer if you have a son in college.
I sent the above to the Brattleboro Reformer in Brattleboro, Vermont where I live. This is Bernie Sander's state. Bernie is a socialist who believe that under a dictator complete social conditioning will produce the perfect Socialist Person.
I, on the other hand, champion the sanctity of the individual and his civil rights.
A lot of people call that "right wing." I don't know if the Brattleboro Reformer
would publish a right wing letter to the editor that was not laughably loony. Mine isn't unless it gets edited to look that way.
peternickerson12@yahoo.com 352-359-0850 Philosophy Major '68
Saturday, April 8, 2017
Obama Furthered Dawa By Title IX In College Sexual Assault Procedures
The Obama administration lied that twenty percent of women university students would be sexually assaulted at least once in four years of attending college by male college students. This lie is put out there without a shred of evidence and brazenly within the backdrop of sexual assault markedly decreasing since 1996. This lie has not been revealed and damned by a even a few good men and women, not even in Congress, as far as the people know. Where is Cicero? This lie by Obama is a major act of dawa, the unarmed battle to destroy Western ideology and institutions. Ayaan Ali has just published The Challenge Of Dawa to inform the free and sane people of the world about this movement. I have been doing it on my blog in support of the fighting men and women going against the Sharia monster and to persuade others not to join this madness. What Obama has done in Title IX of the Education Act is to portray college men as rapists, which is the first step in declaring all men as rapists. Since all college men are rapists, they are convicted as soon as a female college student reports rape to the eagerly vicious Title IX coordinators infesting college campuses and rapidly growing more numerous like an out-of-control cancer. Since these males are automatically guilty since they've been charged, there are little, if any, safeguards for their rights. On some campi, they are charged and within a day or so, they are summoned to the dean of men's office, not knowing what is going on. They walk in, are greeted in a vicious, disrespectful manner and summarily handed a letter that tells them to get their belongings and their asses off campus because they are rapists.
We're not talking about war-tested soldiers here; we're talking about teenage boys with no experience on them except with fellow pampered students and their parents. Even if the college is fair enough to hold a hearing, the evil/sick administrators do not give them due process. They can't have an attorney, often can't even have anyone to represent them, can't have access to evidence that might help them with their defense, can't get access to phone logs to show that the woman crying rape called him numerous times after the "rape." The male student is also not allowed cross-examination of his accuser or anyone else. Nothing must get in the way of injustice! In two words, these are kangaroo courts and they completely ignore Western institutions of evidence, confronting your accuser, access to exculpatory evidence, and cross-examinations. These insane college trials and hearing do their best to ignore reason and logic. You've heard the trope from the feminists: reason and logic is masculine oppression. We need long-term, institutional, psychiatric care for these noisy, deluded people who live in their minds and not in reality.
Do you see the picture of men Obama is trying to cultivate in the minds of young people? It is that men are uncontrollable, walking phalluses. They will rape at any opportunity just like barnyard cock. This is the assumption in Sharia cultures. So what is next is that women must not "cause" themselves to be raped by the ambulatory, two-hundred pound phalluses, the cocks of the walk that all men are, by hiding their oh-so-sexy flesh from the eyes of the walking cocks. Hence, women must cover themselves with a tent, a scarf, gloves, and maybe even netting to hide those rape-causing eyes too! This is what has happened in Sharia cultures. Additionally they must be accompanied in public by a family male to protect them from the rampant cocks.
What then? Then men begin to realize there are incentives to being legally accepted as uncontrollable cocks with the onus of women not to get rapes. It becomes a low-brow, rooster-level, of "Got'cha" in which men get to strut about, seeking women who aren't completely covered or accompanied by a male. These women they can legally rape. The woman has caused it. Even old men can join in, penetrating women's vaginas and asses with their fingers. Men of all ages can get up every day with the prospects of free sex and an adrenaline rush by attacking defenseless women. Why, they're actually going on Jihad for Sharia Law, aren't they. Indeed, they are.
You want this sickness, people? It's already happening through the reframing of college males as rapists. You've got evil/sick administrators ruining the lives of innocent teenage boys through kangaroo courts, if they even get that. These boys are branded for life as sexual perverts which has horribly destructive consequences for employment and socializing with other human beings. These boys are suffering anxiety, depression, PTSD, and suicidal thought and attempts.
The evil/sick university administrators don't give a damm. Psychopaths are real.
They can put on any kind of mask needed by the occasion. Remember Bill Clinton videoed laughing and joking on a walk to a funeral, then seeing the camera, and bursting into tears. There's your psychopath's mask! They are lauded by other evil/sick academics and liberal politicians and advance in their careers. They live privileged, pampered lives with families who have no idea what monsters they are at the work.
People, use email or hand-written letters -better than email- to your congressmen and women to let them know you want to have Title IX college hearings on sexual assault to provide due process for both the accuser and the accused. Please people, show some spine or Moxie by saying that those who do not provide civil rights to both parties are "evil/sick." Then look for a real American running for federal office and vote for her or him! We're sick and tired of our country becoming the land of the insane instead of the free and the brave, and we're not going to take it anymore! Fight on, brothers and sisters! They're nothing!
peternickerson12@yahoo.com 352-359-0850 Philosophy Major
We're not talking about war-tested soldiers here; we're talking about teenage boys with no experience on them except with fellow pampered students and their parents. Even if the college is fair enough to hold a hearing, the evil/sick administrators do not give them due process. They can't have an attorney, often can't even have anyone to represent them, can't have access to evidence that might help them with their defense, can't get access to phone logs to show that the woman crying rape called him numerous times after the "rape." The male student is also not allowed cross-examination of his accuser or anyone else. Nothing must get in the way of injustice! In two words, these are kangaroo courts and they completely ignore Western institutions of evidence, confronting your accuser, access to exculpatory evidence, and cross-examinations. These insane college trials and hearing do their best to ignore reason and logic. You've heard the trope from the feminists: reason and logic is masculine oppression. We need long-term, institutional, psychiatric care for these noisy, deluded people who live in their minds and not in reality.
Do you see the picture of men Obama is trying to cultivate in the minds of young people? It is that men are uncontrollable, walking phalluses. They will rape at any opportunity just like barnyard cock. This is the assumption in Sharia cultures. So what is next is that women must not "cause" themselves to be raped by the ambulatory, two-hundred pound phalluses, the cocks of the walk that all men are, by hiding their oh-so-sexy flesh from the eyes of the walking cocks. Hence, women must cover themselves with a tent, a scarf, gloves, and maybe even netting to hide those rape-causing eyes too! This is what has happened in Sharia cultures. Additionally they must be accompanied in public by a family male to protect them from the rampant cocks.
What then? Then men begin to realize there are incentives to being legally accepted as uncontrollable cocks with the onus of women not to get rapes. It becomes a low-brow, rooster-level, of "Got'cha" in which men get to strut about, seeking women who aren't completely covered or accompanied by a male. These women they can legally rape. The woman has caused it. Even old men can join in, penetrating women's vaginas and asses with their fingers. Men of all ages can get up every day with the prospects of free sex and an adrenaline rush by attacking defenseless women. Why, they're actually going on Jihad for Sharia Law, aren't they. Indeed, they are.
You want this sickness, people? It's already happening through the reframing of college males as rapists. You've got evil/sick administrators ruining the lives of innocent teenage boys through kangaroo courts, if they even get that. These boys are branded for life as sexual perverts which has horribly destructive consequences for employment and socializing with other human beings. These boys are suffering anxiety, depression, PTSD, and suicidal thought and attempts.
The evil/sick university administrators don't give a damm. Psychopaths are real.
They can put on any kind of mask needed by the occasion. Remember Bill Clinton videoed laughing and joking on a walk to a funeral, then seeing the camera, and bursting into tears. There's your psychopath's mask! They are lauded by other evil/sick academics and liberal politicians and advance in their careers. They live privileged, pampered lives with families who have no idea what monsters they are at the work.
People, use email or hand-written letters -better than email- to your congressmen and women to let them know you want to have Title IX college hearings on sexual assault to provide due process for both the accuser and the accused. Please people, show some spine or Moxie by saying that those who do not provide civil rights to both parties are "evil/sick." Then look for a real American running for federal office and vote for her or him! We're sick and tired of our country becoming the land of the insane instead of the free and the brave, and we're not going to take it anymore! Fight on, brothers and sisters! They're nothing!
peternickerson12@yahoo.com 352-359-0850 Philosophy Major
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