I told Patrick, the assistant town manager, " I live on the Connecticut and have never seen a plastic bag flying into it."
"Really?"
"Yes, I have an estate there (an efficiency apartment). So there's no problem of Brattleboro bags in the ocean."
"Well, beauty's in the eye of the beholder."
He said something else which I didn't catch so I just thanked him and said walked away. As I walked, I regretted that I had made my conclusions in front of Patrick. It was asking too much of him.
What was he going to say, "I agree with you completely, Pete. We're not dumping plastic bags into the ocean, outnumbering the fishes. It was hysteria, just like the hanging of "witches" and the shooting of two dogs as witches in Salem, on the part of the selectboard. Now why don't I walk out of this building with you, as I am now fired?"
That's the cognitive part of my reaction. The emotional part had to do with my experience as a protective service worker. I'd investigate a complaint of child neglect, try to work with the parents, and upon finding that they couldn't care less, go to court with the evidence and ask for temporary custody. I would present my evidence to the judge and commonwealth attorney. They would consider it honestly and directly with me and all the other parties, if there were any, and the judge would give me temporary custody. Everything, as far as I knew, was transparent and logical. We were all united in wanting to know the truth, wanting to protect the child, and wanting him to have parents who would act as parents. It was all professional.
That was the past. Now I had investigated the chairwoman's case for banning plastic bags being that the ocean was full of plastic about to outnumber the fish. I had found out that our town's plastic bags were buried at a landfill. Rationally, ethically, professionally, that should have ended the issue of our plastic bags in the ocean. They weren't.
But this wasn't professionalism, this was politics. The currency wasn't the truth. The currency was power -implied violence- and the printing press for the currency of power was the selectboard. Seeing that power overruled truth and rationality is what set me back into morose musings for my next two workouts at the gym and got me to thinking about Venezuela, Cuba, and North Korea. Not happy places. Not happy thoughts. Not good government.
Peter Nickerson, Philosophy Major, Class of '68
Next time, I will try to discuss my conversation with the town's garbage collector. I'd also like to make a suggestion. If I have time, I will discuss one businesses' reaction to hearing that the widening of Putney Road will take off the front of his store.
Friday, June 30, 2017
Wednesday, June 28, 2017
Evidence Islam Man-Made #4
Azar Nafish in her Reading Lolita in Tehran says that according to the Iranian Revolution's version of Islam, individual freedoms are "decadent." page 108.
Now I ask you: Does this sound like God speaking or Man?
Peter "Two-Guns" Nickerson, Philosophy Major, Class of '68.
Now I ask you: Does this sound like God speaking or Man?
Peter "Two-Guns" Nickerson, Philosophy Major, Class of '68.
Brattleboro, Vermont Selectboard Un-Candidate #31
After the last post, I walked over to the Municipal Building to see a person I heard could tell me where Brattleboro's plastic bags ended up. If it was really in the oceans, outnumbering the fishes. However, I encountered the assistant town manager, Patrick, as I asked around, so he got the question. Patrick thought Brattleboro's trash went to a landfill, so I ventured, " So there's no problem then. Our plastic bags are not landing up in the ocean."
To paraphrase, Patrick said, "Oh, I don't know. There could be some blowing into the Conneticut River."
"And from there into the Atlantic Ocean. But I've never seen any plastic bags blowing into the Conneticut River," I said.
Patrick shrugged. I haven't even seen a plastic bag by itself in Brattleboro. For a month last winter, twice a day I drove the Mountain Road on the other side of the river from Brattleboro, using my binoculars trying to see the snowy owl who had been photographed there earlier. I never saw a plastic bag blowing into the Connecticut out of Brattleboro or New Hampshire. I never saw the snowy owl either. Just in case, I am asking that you keep an eagle's eye out for plastic bags whirling about Brattleboro, and if you see one please call me at 352-359-0850. Please try to arrest that whirling bag before it jumps into the Connecticut, swims out to the ocean and outnumbers the fishes! Also, if you see any women on sticks flying around please report them too. That way I can resolve two hysterias for the price of one.
Tomorrow, I will try to tell you about my conversation with the people who pick up our wicked plastic bags and take them to their final resting place. Hint: It's not the ocean, competing with the fishes.
Peter Nickerson, Philosophy Major, Class of '68
I am trying to grow an overwatch of amusement since I found it extremely hard to be assertive if I am not enraged. The nothing confrontation with Patrick was difficult for me, and it was a good reminder of just why I have been so non-assertive all my life. It's a long, if not impossible, journey from a frightened rabbit to a charging, but partially amused, lion.
I was actually able to do that with someone the other day while discussing bags. He got so worked up that he got up and walked away, but I found it amusing. Usually, I would be shaking with anger. Patrick, though, was more difficult because he was an authority figure, and I was in his lair, surrounded by his allies (if they wanted their paycheck).
To paraphrase, Patrick said, "Oh, I don't know. There could be some blowing into the Conneticut River."
"And from there into the Atlantic Ocean. But I've never seen any plastic bags blowing into the Conneticut River," I said.
Patrick shrugged. I haven't even seen a plastic bag by itself in Brattleboro. For a month last winter, twice a day I drove the Mountain Road on the other side of the river from Brattleboro, using my binoculars trying to see the snowy owl who had been photographed there earlier. I never saw a plastic bag blowing into the Connecticut out of Brattleboro or New Hampshire. I never saw the snowy owl either. Just in case, I am asking that you keep an eagle's eye out for plastic bags whirling about Brattleboro, and if you see one please call me at 352-359-0850. Please try to arrest that whirling bag before it jumps into the Connecticut, swims out to the ocean and outnumbers the fishes! Also, if you see any women on sticks flying around please report them too. That way I can resolve two hysterias for the price of one.
Tomorrow, I will try to tell you about my conversation with the people who pick up our wicked plastic bags and take them to their final resting place. Hint: It's not the ocean, competing with the fishes.
Peter Nickerson, Philosophy Major, Class of '68
I am trying to grow an overwatch of amusement since I found it extremely hard to be assertive if I am not enraged. The nothing confrontation with Patrick was difficult for me, and it was a good reminder of just why I have been so non-assertive all my life. It's a long, if not impossible, journey from a frightened rabbit to a charging, but partially amused, lion.
I was actually able to do that with someone the other day while discussing bags. He got so worked up that he got up and walked away, but I found it amusing. Usually, I would be shaking with anger. Patrick, though, was more difficult because he was an authority figure, and I was in his lair, surrounded by his allies (if they wanted their paycheck).
Tuesday, June 27, 2017
Evidence That Islam Man-Made #3
Evidence that Islam is man-made or worse #3: Did you know that according to Islam the Ayatollah Khomeini is has God-given - that is, infallible- knowledge and sense of justice. This is a man who orders and allows beatings, rapes, torture, dismemberment, and murder. May I also point out that he is a man, a human being of some sort. Man, humans, homo sapiens sapiens, are not perfect. They are not God. Khomeini admits he's not God.
Now if you were from another planet and were visiting here, trying to understand this world, would you say that the Ayatollah Khomeini came from God or Satan or Man? Could Satan be playing tricks on us by pretending to be God or even Man, but we see by his evil work that he is not God? Think, people!
Peter "Two-Guns" Nickerson, Philosophy Major, Class of '68.
Now if you were from another planet and were visiting here, trying to understand this world, would you say that the Ayatollah Khomeini came from God or Satan or Man? Could Satan be playing tricks on us by pretending to be God or even Man, but we see by his evil work that he is not God? Think, people!
Peter "Two-Guns" Nickerson, Philosophy Major, Class of '68.
Brattleboro, Vermont Selectboard Un-Candidate #31
Just for perspective, Hezbollah, the terrorists, now have 150,000 missiles aimed at tiny Israel. Thousands of them are medium-range that can reach Tel Aviv. How would you like living in Israel under those conditions, soft, apathetic, narcissistic Americans? You know who you are.
The Wall Street Journal ran an article on page 3 about the plastic bag backlash. Minnesota has joined five other states in making bag bans unlawful anywhere in the state. Pennsylvania has cities moving to ban bags but Democrat Governor Tom Wolf will veto such a bill saying he wants to protect the constituents obviously referring to 14 businesses in the state who employee 1,500 people making bags.
There was no discussion of the virtues and vices of plastic, paper, or reusable bags. That would have been most helpful as the Journal has a reputation for honesty and completeness in its stories. For instance, the weekend article about Venezuela was terrific.
Still, the question remains - how many Brattleboro bags are getting into the oceans, and secondly, how? I'm not putting any there. Are you? I'd love to see the ocean though. Are they getting there because the barges are dumping them illegally? Then clean that up. Force those employees to clean up their act or fire them. Don't force the people of Brattleboro to do without bags because barges dump bags into the ocean. That's immature and power-mad! Go where the problem is instead of kicking the people around. Give me the authority to do something about this problem, and I'll damn sure try and you'll get some straight talk from me for feedback too.
Stand up, Vermonters!
Peter Nickerson, Philosophy Major, Class of '68
The Wall Street Journal ran an article on page 3 about the plastic bag backlash. Minnesota has joined five other states in making bag bans unlawful anywhere in the state. Pennsylvania has cities moving to ban bags but Democrat Governor Tom Wolf will veto such a bill saying he wants to protect the constituents obviously referring to 14 businesses in the state who employee 1,500 people making bags.
There was no discussion of the virtues and vices of plastic, paper, or reusable bags. That would have been most helpful as the Journal has a reputation for honesty and completeness in its stories. For instance, the weekend article about Venezuela was terrific.
Still, the question remains - how many Brattleboro bags are getting into the oceans, and secondly, how? I'm not putting any there. Are you? I'd love to see the ocean though. Are they getting there because the barges are dumping them illegally? Then clean that up. Force those employees to clean up their act or fire them. Don't force the people of Brattleboro to do without bags because barges dump bags into the ocean. That's immature and power-mad! Go where the problem is instead of kicking the people around. Give me the authority to do something about this problem, and I'll damn sure try and you'll get some straight talk from me for feedback too.
Stand up, Vermonters!
Peter Nickerson, Philosophy Major, Class of '68
Monday, June 26, 2017
Bigfoot Hunt #102
Today, I was camera-hunting Bigfoot in the Putney, Vermont area where I have received some sightings. I coordinated the hunts around a doctor's appointment. I have received hundreds of panther and some Bigfoot sightings in Florida and Vermont, but today I received a sighting, a repetitive one, of my first apparition. According to my source, an agricultural worker, another agricultural
worker at the same place, has seen the apparition often too. It is a Caucasian dressed to look like an Indian. The people call it the "Buckskin Man." This person also said there were nine sightings of black bears on the property last year. Pretty wild place! The Buckskin Man has brown hair with blonde highlights- probably from being in the sun, eh?
I went to see my doctor, she examined me carefully, and suggested that buckskins could have been worn by white people of an earlier era. Like the mountain men. If anyone sees the Buckskin Man, Bigfoot, or a panther, please call me after I find my phone. It's still working. Somewhere.
Peter Nickerson, Bigfoot Camera-Hunter Extraordinaire
worker at the same place, has seen the apparition often too. It is a Caucasian dressed to look like an Indian. The people call it the "Buckskin Man." This person also said there were nine sightings of black bears on the property last year. Pretty wild place! The Buckskin Man has brown hair with blonde highlights- probably from being in the sun, eh?
I went to see my doctor, she examined me carefully, and suggested that buckskins could have been worn by white people of an earlier era. Like the mountain men. If anyone sees the Buckskin Man, Bigfoot, or a panther, please call me after I find my phone. It's still working. Somewhere.
Peter Nickerson, Bigfoot Camera-Hunter Extraordinaire
Brattleboro Vermont Selectboard Un-Candidate #30
My sources tell me that the owner of the Hannaford's property doesn't believe the State will take so much of his property from him as detailed in the expansion of the proposed Putney Road. Surely, he is being sarcastic.
I've also heard that some opinions at Brattleboro Tire about the proposed road expansion taking away much of their parking space is: "There's a difference in being flexible and being walked over." Like in "Don't tread on me?"
My sources also say that Hannaford is nonplussed about the authoritarian ban on plastic bags proposed by the selectboard, having computed that paper bags will be cheaper.
But what about the reaction of the tree-huggers, including me? What happens when the bags get wet on the way out to your vehicle? Answer: Everything in them falls out. Even an amoeba can fight his way out of wet paper bag. Also, what about people like me, who hold several plastic bags together in one hand to walk from the vehicle, up the stairs, and into the apartment? You're not going to be able to do that with paper bags. They won't hold up, and they're not amenable to being grouped together.
The question came up of what happens when someone forgets his re-usable bags and walks into the store without them. The chairwoman answered that he could just walk back to his car and get them. Easy for her to say; she's a young woman. What about us people over seventy? You going to make us hobble and totter back to our vehicles? That is, if we even remembered to bring them. You going to make us hobble and totter back to our homes?
All this begs the question of what is the big effing deal about plastic grocery bags? The selectboard chairwoman said that by 2035 -I think it was- there would be more plastic in the oceans than fish. So what does that have to do with Brattleboro plastic grocery bags? Do she think there are Brattleboro plastic grocery bags floating around in the oceans? Don't we already go to enough pain in the asses sorting all our garbage and putting it into the "proper" containers.
Is the selectboard getting addicted to the power of pushing us around?
Finally, why shoot ourselves in the foot with our tourists coming to Vermont and spending money by making it inconvenient and insecure putting their purchases into flimsy paper bags that everybody but the politically elite know is waiting for an excuse to tear? People come here to pay attention to the beauty of Vermont's wild lands -when they can see them through the turbines of the bird killing wind mill paddles! They want some release from the continual regimentation of modern, urban life. They did not come here to get pushed around by the Brattlebo selectboard!
Stand up, Vermonters! You do have a spine!
Peter Nickerson, Philosophy Major, Class of '68
I've also heard that some opinions at Brattleboro Tire about the proposed road expansion taking away much of their parking space is: "There's a difference in being flexible and being walked over." Like in "Don't tread on me?"
My sources also say that Hannaford is nonplussed about the authoritarian ban on plastic bags proposed by the selectboard, having computed that paper bags will be cheaper.
But what about the reaction of the tree-huggers, including me? What happens when the bags get wet on the way out to your vehicle? Answer: Everything in them falls out. Even an amoeba can fight his way out of wet paper bag. Also, what about people like me, who hold several plastic bags together in one hand to walk from the vehicle, up the stairs, and into the apartment? You're not going to be able to do that with paper bags. They won't hold up, and they're not amenable to being grouped together.
The question came up of what happens when someone forgets his re-usable bags and walks into the store without them. The chairwoman answered that he could just walk back to his car and get them. Easy for her to say; she's a young woman. What about us people over seventy? You going to make us hobble and totter back to our vehicles? That is, if we even remembered to bring them. You going to make us hobble and totter back to our homes?
All this begs the question of what is the big effing deal about plastic grocery bags? The selectboard chairwoman said that by 2035 -I think it was- there would be more plastic in the oceans than fish. So what does that have to do with Brattleboro plastic grocery bags? Do she think there are Brattleboro plastic grocery bags floating around in the oceans? Don't we already go to enough pain in the asses sorting all our garbage and putting it into the "proper" containers.
Is the selectboard getting addicted to the power of pushing us around?
Finally, why shoot ourselves in the foot with our tourists coming to Vermont and spending money by making it inconvenient and insecure putting their purchases into flimsy paper bags that everybody but the politically elite know is waiting for an excuse to tear? People come here to pay attention to the beauty of Vermont's wild lands -when they can see them through the turbines of the bird killing wind mill paddles! They want some release from the continual regimentation of modern, urban life. They did not come here to get pushed around by the Brattlebo selectboard!
Stand up, Vermonters! You do have a spine!
Peter Nickerson, Philosophy Major, Class of '68
Saturday, June 24, 2017
Vermont Selectboard Un-Candidate #29
Two acts of intolerance have surfaced this week. The first was a show of intolerance to plastic bags that your purchases are put into at retail stores like grocery stores or sporting goods stores. The Brattleboro Selectboard voted last Tuesday to ban the bags. The only reasons I heard given were that soon there would be more plastic in the oceans than fish. Another board member said that bad, toxic things were happening to the earth in the production of these bags. It was obvious that plastic bags are evil according to the board's gospel because that was it regarding the need for such draconian legislation. Now it goes to public comment before being sealed in shackles for the common man.
Since I don't have TV and my only paper is the Wall Street Journal, bags may be an ecological catastrophe and not the latest socialist hysterics now that it seems the witch hunt for Trump and the Russian's collaboration is over, and people who think are asking what did Obama do about his knowledge that the Russians were snooping around electronically into our election procedures, and why didn't he tell the common man? Because he's an elite, and we're not? So I need to learn more about bag pollution, but I intuitively don't like having my freedom of choice taken away by the local, state, and federal government employees. It's like death from a thousand piranha bites!
The other intolerance came by way of a man in Stoddard, New Hampshire, charged with a public nuisance, I think the overblown charge was. His crime?
He had been feeding the black bears. We humans take away almost all their land, and expect there's enough food left for them to survive unless they're subsidized by generous humans? That's crazy thinking!
Also, this man is a half a mile from his nearest neighbor. How can he be creating a public nuisance when there is no public. More craziness! In addition, there have been no complaints from his neighbors.
We must help the other species we are killing off. In addition, the poor man was also charged with not being cooperative with the game warden! Did he forget to kiss the game warden boots? Just how cooperative do you have to be with someone you think is doing you harm and wrong? You going to beat the man who struggles at his hanging? What kind of human would do that? It sounds like the Soviet Union! Let's remember that these are the people who laughed at the everyday man's reports of panthers until trail cameras came out. There is nothing wrong with feeding wildlife. It is the right thing to do. It is horrible what we are doing to the wild plants and animals. They need all the help they can get.
I camera-hunt for Bigfoot so I hope there's no going to be any low retribution for what I've written here. Are we professionals or thugs?
Peter Nickerson, Philosophy Major
Since I don't have TV and my only paper is the Wall Street Journal, bags may be an ecological catastrophe and not the latest socialist hysterics now that it seems the witch hunt for Trump and the Russian's collaboration is over, and people who think are asking what did Obama do about his knowledge that the Russians were snooping around electronically into our election procedures, and why didn't he tell the common man? Because he's an elite, and we're not? So I need to learn more about bag pollution, but I intuitively don't like having my freedom of choice taken away by the local, state, and federal government employees. It's like death from a thousand piranha bites!
The other intolerance came by way of a man in Stoddard, New Hampshire, charged with a public nuisance, I think the overblown charge was. His crime?
He had been feeding the black bears. We humans take away almost all their land, and expect there's enough food left for them to survive unless they're subsidized by generous humans? That's crazy thinking!
Also, this man is a half a mile from his nearest neighbor. How can he be creating a public nuisance when there is no public. More craziness! In addition, there have been no complaints from his neighbors.
We must help the other species we are killing off. In addition, the poor man was also charged with not being cooperative with the game warden! Did he forget to kiss the game warden boots? Just how cooperative do you have to be with someone you think is doing you harm and wrong? You going to beat the man who struggles at his hanging? What kind of human would do that? It sounds like the Soviet Union! Let's remember that these are the people who laughed at the everyday man's reports of panthers until trail cameras came out. There is nothing wrong with feeding wildlife. It is the right thing to do. It is horrible what we are doing to the wild plants and animals. They need all the help they can get.
I camera-hunt for Bigfoot so I hope there's no going to be any low retribution for what I've written here. Are we professionals or thugs?
Peter Nickerson, Philosophy Major
Friday, June 23, 2017
Why Islam Is Man-Made #2
About a year ago, the second-best bodybuilder in our gym came back from his first year at Berkeley. As expected now, he was now very critical of the Western World. It wasn't long before I heard him denigrating Europe for the Crusades because they killed so many Muslims. Deciding that if I could hear him, I was going to participate in the discussion. I said something about the West was simply recapturing land the Muslims had taken. That comment was not appreciated, though this year, when he came back from Berkeley and saw me still there lifting, the bodybuilder quickly offered his hand and said it was good to see me.
Nonie Darwish in her extraordinary Cruel And Unusual Punishment writes that 150 million people in the Middle East and another 120 million people in Africa have been killed by the Muslims since the Muslim Conquest began in the seventh century.
The Muslims contend that this has been a Holy Conquest demanded by God and can cite several passages in the Koran that the infidel must convert or be killed. But doesn't that make you wonder if God wanted the Infidel to be killed, why did he create the Infidel? You say He did it as a test. A test of what then?
Man's faithfulness to God, you say. Then why didn't He just make Man faithful to God? Wouldn't that be far more fair to all concerned, rather than testing Man's faithfulness to God by demanding Man rape, pillage, torture,dismember, and kill to prove himself? Wouldn't you be more of a Man if you said to God, "First God, I have no evidence that you said I had to kill or convert the Infidel and no one has offered me evidence, just the threat of death if I even doubt - which makes me doubt even more since I have at least two brain cells to rub together. On top of that, I don't understand why I or anyone should have to rape, pillage, torture, dismember, and kill to further Your religion. If it's so good, let it speak for itself. Don't use the sword but the word, like Christ and everyone else seeking to promote their particular religion has done. Well, except the Communist Socialists and the Nazi Socialists. I'm sorry, God, but since I have no evidence beyond Muhammed and the Koran, that you personally want me to act in such an un-Manly way, I'm going to take a pass for now. To tell you the truth, even if You appeared to me and told me to do these things and then took me to a Notary Public, wrote down your orders, and had them stamped and sealed, I still would not go on jihad because, God, I wouldn't think it would be You, but the Devil impersonating You. Because God does not stand for raping, pillaging, torturing, dismembering, and killing people including women and children because they aren't Muslims. That's not godly outreach, God. That's Satan's outreach.
Peter Nickerson, Philosophy Major, Class of '68.
Nonie Darwish in her extraordinary Cruel And Unusual Punishment writes that 150 million people in the Middle East and another 120 million people in Africa have been killed by the Muslims since the Muslim Conquest began in the seventh century.
The Muslims contend that this has been a Holy Conquest demanded by God and can cite several passages in the Koran that the infidel must convert or be killed. But doesn't that make you wonder if God wanted the Infidel to be killed, why did he create the Infidel? You say He did it as a test. A test of what then?
Man's faithfulness to God, you say. Then why didn't He just make Man faithful to God? Wouldn't that be far more fair to all concerned, rather than testing Man's faithfulness to God by demanding Man rape, pillage, torture,dismember, and kill to prove himself? Wouldn't you be more of a Man if you said to God, "First God, I have no evidence that you said I had to kill or convert the Infidel and no one has offered me evidence, just the threat of death if I even doubt - which makes me doubt even more since I have at least two brain cells to rub together. On top of that, I don't understand why I or anyone should have to rape, pillage, torture, dismember, and kill to further Your religion. If it's so good, let it speak for itself. Don't use the sword but the word, like Christ and everyone else seeking to promote their particular religion has done. Well, except the Communist Socialists and the Nazi Socialists. I'm sorry, God, but since I have no evidence beyond Muhammed and the Koran, that you personally want me to act in such an un-Manly way, I'm going to take a pass for now. To tell you the truth, even if You appeared to me and told me to do these things and then took me to a Notary Public, wrote down your orders, and had them stamped and sealed, I still would not go on jihad because, God, I wouldn't think it would be You, but the Devil impersonating You. Because God does not stand for raping, pillaging, torturing, dismembering, and killing people including women and children because they aren't Muslims. That's not godly outreach, God. That's Satan's outreach.
Peter Nickerson, Philosophy Major, Class of '68.
Wednesday, June 21, 2017
Vermont Selectboard Un-Candidate #28
First, a word to my fans; Bigfoot apparently picked my pocket up in Hancock, New Hampshire because I haven't been able to find my cell phone since that camera-hunt. My budget doesn't allow me to replace it until next month. Will check my email at peternickerson12@yahoo.com. Be sure to leave me your address.
I did participate at the selectboard meeting last night. The Reformer apparently didn't publish my letter to the editor so I made copies of it, dropped off a couple of them at the town clerk's office for their reading enjoyment and then gave copies out at the town manager's office for him and the five selectmen.
I then got to my safe spot by the doorway and waited for the meeting to begin. "Diversity" advocates came in, less this time, but still with little signs that they didn't flourish. Because, I was worked up and generally have CRS, the rest of the diversity even is sketchy, but I did stand up and note that diversity didn't seem to be so diverse since all I had heard was black, female, and lesbian diversity. I said that I had phobias and so did nine percent of the population. I ended with saying, "I am old school. What is the definition of diversity?"
Peter, the town attorney, answered first by saying that it was defined in the memo handed out at the previous meeting and then defined it. He mentioned "protected" classes, which seemed so un-American that fat cat senators owned by international corporations would dare to divide Americans by legislation to make some groups more "protected" -which is doublespeak for more privileged- than others. So I arose from my seat, went back to the mike, my speaking phoba already beginning to close down my throat- and said that I was "galled" about only hearing about black, homosexuality, and females. Then I turned, pointed at my empty seat by the door, and croaked, "I have to sit by the door! I can't go to the front of the bus!" and retreated to the safety of said seat.
Selectman John Allen then said that the board was aware that there were many diverse groups, and the three that were being talked about were the only ones that had come forward.
For the individualists, not the groupers, diversity has been a hated word since it recognizes groups, not people. Individualists know that there is no such thing as a group in reality. It is a man-made term, a mental construct. Groupers love the term because they dislike individuals and reality and much prefer to operate in the la-la land of groups. That way groupers can also hide their contempt for the individual too- by displaying love for groups (that don't exist).
In addition to hating the grouper's ostentacious worship of diversity, I propose we individualists, be the adults in the room and point out how diverse, diversity is. It's not just black, homosexuals, and females. It's any group. Count the groups; they're endless. Insist on their recognition as well as the tired old threesome: blacks, females, and homosexuals. For my part, since I take two antidepressants, I am going to find out about the depression group. That's what ninety-five percent of the population?
The kids with the diversity cards need a wider perspective on life. I found it repugnant that kids in the pink of health can be wailing about "microagressions" and other psychiatric symptoms when I can barely get into the room. Hold the line, adults!
Peter Nickerson, peternickerson12@yahoo.com Yes, Two-Guns is alive and firing with both guns!
I did participate at the selectboard meeting last night. The Reformer apparently didn't publish my letter to the editor so I made copies of it, dropped off a couple of them at the town clerk's office for their reading enjoyment and then gave copies out at the town manager's office for him and the five selectmen.
I then got to my safe spot by the doorway and waited for the meeting to begin. "Diversity" advocates came in, less this time, but still with little signs that they didn't flourish. Because, I was worked up and generally have CRS, the rest of the diversity even is sketchy, but I did stand up and note that diversity didn't seem to be so diverse since all I had heard was black, female, and lesbian diversity. I said that I had phobias and so did nine percent of the population. I ended with saying, "I am old school. What is the definition of diversity?"
Peter, the town attorney, answered first by saying that it was defined in the memo handed out at the previous meeting and then defined it. He mentioned "protected" classes, which seemed so un-American that fat cat senators owned by international corporations would dare to divide Americans by legislation to make some groups more "protected" -which is doublespeak for more privileged- than others. So I arose from my seat, went back to the mike, my speaking phoba already beginning to close down my throat- and said that I was "galled" about only hearing about black, homosexuality, and females. Then I turned, pointed at my empty seat by the door, and croaked, "I have to sit by the door! I can't go to the front of the bus!" and retreated to the safety of said seat.
Selectman John Allen then said that the board was aware that there were many diverse groups, and the three that were being talked about were the only ones that had come forward.
For the individualists, not the groupers, diversity has been a hated word since it recognizes groups, not people. Individualists know that there is no such thing as a group in reality. It is a man-made term, a mental construct. Groupers love the term because they dislike individuals and reality and much prefer to operate in the la-la land of groups. That way groupers can also hide their contempt for the individual too- by displaying love for groups (that don't exist).
In addition to hating the grouper's ostentacious worship of diversity, I propose we individualists, be the adults in the room and point out how diverse, diversity is. It's not just black, homosexuals, and females. It's any group. Count the groups; they're endless. Insist on their recognition as well as the tired old threesome: blacks, females, and homosexuals. For my part, since I take two antidepressants, I am going to find out about the depression group. That's what ninety-five percent of the population?
The kids with the diversity cards need a wider perspective on life. I found it repugnant that kids in the pink of health can be wailing about "microagressions" and other psychiatric symptoms when I can barely get into the room. Hold the line, adults!
Peter Nickerson, peternickerson12@yahoo.com Yes, Two-Guns is alive and firing with both guns!
Thursday, June 15, 2017
Vermont Selectboard Un-Candidate #27
To help me with my phobias of attending meetings and public speaking, I started attending "Saturday Night Live" at the Methodist church next to my apartment. My phobias can be lessened by exposure to the phobia causing situation, but they've never been extinguished with the exception of my tunnel phobia. I hardly look forward to being in tunnels, but, so far, the panic has been gone for a long time. It went soon after appearing and probably didn't have a chance to be hard-wired.
This reminds me of the disservice universities may be doing by building "safe spaces" for the coddled college students. They are enabling even encouraging the too sensitive. You students and you parents should be aware that coddling the fearful only helps the fear to become hardwired and could promote even greater fear. We are never static; things are either getting incrementally better or worse. Another thing for both groups of people to consider is that fear is contagious. You can be socially conditioned to be fearful, paranoid, and hallucinative. In looking at the un-American, totalitarian ways the crazed feminist male-hating Title IX bureaucrats are holding kangaroo courts on universities across the country and causing unconscionable mental, vocational, and cultural harm to men, their families, and friends, and ultimately to the nation, I have read Schiff's The Witches. As the hysteria widened from a core group of accusers, seven girls from eleven to seventeen, to include the entire town and village of Salem, Massachusetts, everyone seemed to be suddenly seeing witches. Even two dogs were accused of being witches and were unmanly shot. The only exception to the craziness was the solidity of father and son relationships. None of them, either way, accused the other of being witches. I believe that was a function of testosterone which inhibits emotional instability.
I would suggest you hysterical students or since you are probably getting too much attention to give up your hysteria, you parents of skeered, hysterical daughters- sons too- consider testosterone supplementation. As far as I know, this suggestion originates with me. Be calm and measured about this instead of fashionably hysterical, loud, and hyperbolic. I'm making a lot of sense, if you even want sense instead of cheap emotionality.
To return to the crazed campuses where teenage girls and young women are encouraged to see male rapists instead of witches flying around on sticks, I am
emotional myself about the absence of Betty Devos, the new Secretary of Education, from this fight over the lives of teenage boys and young men falsely convicted of sexual assault. What is she doing more important than this? I was led, editorial after editorial, in the Wall Street Journal that this was a woman of courage and high principles? Where the hell is she? She is an effing no-show!
Even I, the frightened rabbit, show up for Socialist Selectboard meetings in spite of double phobias. I haven't said anything about the discrimination they want to make in hiring the preferred race and sex, but I've shaken my head no, and made faces at the testimony of racists and sexists. I'm attending AA trying to work up the courage to verbally confront the selectboard tyrants. And I'm a nobody, DeVos!
Why hire a woman who is going to be a no-show, who's going to break down and cry, and blame others? Talking about testosterone!
Peter Nickerson, 62 Town Crier Drive, Apt. 10, Brattleboro, VT 352-359-0850
Don't call me. Lost cellphone. This is not cheap emotionalism. I have put in hours reading several books and the Journal editorials, other magazines and newspapers, and watching Fox News at the gym. I've got to be in the top five percent in preparation on this subject. This is dearly bought emotionalism. If you are mature about something, you can be emotional about it to a depth that shallow emotionalism, feeding on ignorance, cannot begin to reach. Dearly purchased emotionalism is good - the best- while easy emotionalism is a two year older having a tantrum.
This reminds me of the disservice universities may be doing by building "safe spaces" for the coddled college students. They are enabling even encouraging the too sensitive. You students and you parents should be aware that coddling the fearful only helps the fear to become hardwired and could promote even greater fear. We are never static; things are either getting incrementally better or worse. Another thing for both groups of people to consider is that fear is contagious. You can be socially conditioned to be fearful, paranoid, and hallucinative. In looking at the un-American, totalitarian ways the crazed feminist male-hating Title IX bureaucrats are holding kangaroo courts on universities across the country and causing unconscionable mental, vocational, and cultural harm to men, their families, and friends, and ultimately to the nation, I have read Schiff's The Witches. As the hysteria widened from a core group of accusers, seven girls from eleven to seventeen, to include the entire town and village of Salem, Massachusetts, everyone seemed to be suddenly seeing witches. Even two dogs were accused of being witches and were unmanly shot. The only exception to the craziness was the solidity of father and son relationships. None of them, either way, accused the other of being witches. I believe that was a function of testosterone which inhibits emotional instability.
I would suggest you hysterical students or since you are probably getting too much attention to give up your hysteria, you parents of skeered, hysterical daughters- sons too- consider testosterone supplementation. As far as I know, this suggestion originates with me. Be calm and measured about this instead of fashionably hysterical, loud, and hyperbolic. I'm making a lot of sense, if you even want sense instead of cheap emotionality.
To return to the crazed campuses where teenage girls and young women are encouraged to see male rapists instead of witches flying around on sticks, I am
emotional myself about the absence of Betty Devos, the new Secretary of Education, from this fight over the lives of teenage boys and young men falsely convicted of sexual assault. What is she doing more important than this? I was led, editorial after editorial, in the Wall Street Journal that this was a woman of courage and high principles? Where the hell is she? She is an effing no-show!
Even I, the frightened rabbit, show up for Socialist Selectboard meetings in spite of double phobias. I haven't said anything about the discrimination they want to make in hiring the preferred race and sex, but I've shaken my head no, and made faces at the testimony of racists and sexists. I'm attending AA trying to work up the courage to verbally confront the selectboard tyrants. And I'm a nobody, DeVos!
Why hire a woman who is going to be a no-show, who's going to break down and cry, and blame others? Talking about testosterone!
Peter Nickerson, 62 Town Crier Drive, Apt. 10, Brattleboro, VT 352-359-0850
Don't call me. Lost cellphone. This is not cheap emotionalism. I have put in hours reading several books and the Journal editorials, other magazines and newspapers, and watching Fox News at the gym. I've got to be in the top five percent in preparation on this subject. This is dearly bought emotionalism. If you are mature about something, you can be emotional about it to a depth that shallow emotionalism, feeding on ignorance, cannot begin to reach. Dearly purchased emotionalism is good - the best- while easy emotionalism is a two year older having a tantrum.
Wednesday, June 14, 2017
Why Islam Is Man-Made #1
Islam is man-made because there are four schools of Sharia thought. That shows you that it is not God directing this situation as there would be only one school. There are four demonstrating that man is in charge, and can't get agreement on only one school. Sharia is the body of Islamic law based upon the Koran, the Hadith, and debate, interpretation, and precedent. There are thousands of Shria laws in every aspect of your life even how many times you are to wipe yourself. It is totalitarian. Complete slavery. To live under fundamental Islam you must be completely submissive. But to whom? Men! Though they might claim God whispers to them. Hate is endemic in fundamental Islam as you must kill the infidel. Says men. By killing innocent Muslims when fighting Dash and the like, we are sewing justified hate and reaping more recruits against our freedom fighters - at least the Westerners are freedom fighters. The better alternative to bombs, including by drones, is special ops raids where mistakes are minimized by highly skilled, discriminating fighters. Also we should be putting into perspective our mistaken killings compared to Dash's and their ilk's accidental killings and purposeful murders of innocent civilians. War is hell, but the alternative is a life of hell as the poor University of Virginia student learned in communist North Korea. American lefties are willing to live that life of hell rather than fight, but they aren't in control at the moment.
The four schools are Hanafi, Shaf'i, Maliki, and Hanbali. Hanbali is the strictest, and is observed only in Saudi Arabia. Hanafi is the most liberal and is observed by the most Muslims.
Peter Nickerson, Philosophy Major, 62 Town Crier Drive, Apt. 10, Brattleboro, VT. 05301, 352-359-0850 I thank the courageous Nonie Darwish and her book Cruel and Usual Punishment for most of the Islamic information above.
The four schools are Hanafi, Shaf'i, Maliki, and Hanbali. Hanbali is the strictest, and is observed only in Saudi Arabia. Hanafi is the most liberal and is observed by the most Muslims.
Peter Nickerson, Philosophy Major, 62 Town Crier Drive, Apt. 10, Brattleboro, VT. 05301, 352-359-0850 I thank the courageous Nonie Darwish and her book Cruel and Usual Punishment for most of the Islamic information above.
Tuesday, June 13, 2017
Bigfoot Hunt #101
There are other Bigfoot hunts deep in this blog so I will start anew with #101. Having read of three to five Bigfoot growling at a family at their sliding back door and shaking trees at the wood line in the back, I went to Hancock, New Hampshire to look around last Sunday. The lady at the country market claimed she had no idea where the two game management areas were. I eventually found them less than five miles from her store. Was she telling me the truth? Wouldn't you think hunters especially duck and goose hunters as both areas had marshy ponds would be coming into her store? Both places appear to be ideal for a square stern canoe with an electric trolling motor, something my budget doesn't allow for. But I do have a spotting scope and understand I can put an adapter kit and an I phone 6 onto the scope for a camera. But again, there's not room in the budget for an I phone. But I do have the spotting scope. Let's see if I see any Bigfoot first, though such things are a once in a lifetime opportunity.
I did see a small flock of turkeys at the side of a road. They were about six of them, all toms, some with long beards, being led by a little, old hen. I imagine she was barren. Since I stopped, she led the toms away from the road at an acute angle. I also saw at another place a single hen, apparently coming off the nest long enough to feed.
Today, I tried to work on Black Panther at Wendy's, but my apartment is apparently so hot, the laptop wouldn't start. Again, my high-end budget doesn't allow for air conditioning, I am on the second floor, and Vermont was 95 at the bank on the way to Wendy's.
I have written " Ever Seen A Bigfoot. Yes, Please Tell Me. 352-359-0850" on the back window of my truck cap. A young woman was looking at it in an animated manner with her friend today, so when she walked into Wendy's I asked her if she had seen one. "No," she replied." But my husband is a contractor, and his buddy showed him pictures of huge footprints in the snow at his site. They went into the woods."
I told her I was looking around Hancock, and she said he did work there. I gave her my card, and maybe her husband will call me.
Peter Nickerson 62 Town Crier Drive, Apt. 10, Brattleboro, VT 05301
I did see a small flock of turkeys at the side of a road. They were about six of them, all toms, some with long beards, being led by a little, old hen. I imagine she was barren. Since I stopped, she led the toms away from the road at an acute angle. I also saw at another place a single hen, apparently coming off the nest long enough to feed.
Today, I tried to work on Black Panther at Wendy's, but my apartment is apparently so hot, the laptop wouldn't start. Again, my high-end budget doesn't allow for air conditioning, I am on the second floor, and Vermont was 95 at the bank on the way to Wendy's.
I have written " Ever Seen A Bigfoot. Yes, Please Tell Me. 352-359-0850" on the back window of my truck cap. A young woman was looking at it in an animated manner with her friend today, so when she walked into Wendy's I asked her if she had seen one. "No," she replied." But my husband is a contractor, and his buddy showed him pictures of huge footprints in the snow at his site. They went into the woods."
I told her I was looking around Hancock, and she said he did work there. I gave her my card, and maybe her husband will call me.
Peter Nickerson 62 Town Crier Drive, Apt. 10, Brattleboro, VT 05301
Saturday, June 10, 2017
Vermont Selectboard Un-Candidate #26
Report about Selectboard meeting continued: "After everyone had a chance to speak at least once, some more, the red line of professionalism began collapsing with Kate O'Connor and Brandie Starr [selectboard members] wanting to move the town policy toward affirmative action and quotas. Kate also said she wanted to see a firewoman hired. Since the fire chief was present and asking for more money from the selectboard and Kate was the chairman of the selectboard, I am sure Kate will get her firewoman. You see the politicization happening immediately? Two meetings ago, David Schoales [selectboard member] wanted a black cop. I'm sure he will get one. What a blow to the professionalism of both occupations!
There's also a major hypocrisy at play too for blacks and homosexuals have been cruelly and even murderousy discriminated against. But now that they have gained much more acceptance and have some power, they -but not all- use it to discriminate against others."
And do it goes. America has always been the land of opportunity. Freedom of opportunity was defined as discrimination due to race, sex, or sexual orientation being illegal. Now the socialist groupers are turning America on her head by discriminating for their preferred groups which, at the moment and at their whim, are blacks and women.
Let's stop this ugly politicization and group preference choosing
by finding some strong people who will come to the selectboard meetings and speak out against this discrimination. I shouldn't be there by myself trying to overcome my phobias long enough to speak out against this tyranny! Freedom lovers who will speak out pledge to yourself right now that on the third Tuesday of June, you'll be at the selectboard meeting at 6:15.
Peter Nickerson, 62 Town Crier Drive, Apt. 10, Brattleboro, VT 05301 352-359-0850
There's also a major hypocrisy at play too for blacks and homosexuals have been cruelly and even murderousy discriminated against. But now that they have gained much more acceptance and have some power, they -but not all- use it to discriminate against others."
And do it goes. America has always been the land of opportunity. Freedom of opportunity was defined as discrimination due to race, sex, or sexual orientation being illegal. Now the socialist groupers are turning America on her head by discriminating for their preferred groups which, at the moment and at their whim, are blacks and women.
Let's stop this ugly politicization and group preference choosing
by finding some strong people who will come to the selectboard meetings and speak out against this discrimination. I shouldn't be there by myself trying to overcome my phobias long enough to speak out against this tyranny! Freedom lovers who will speak out pledge to yourself right now that on the third Tuesday of June, you'll be at the selectboard meeting at 6:15.
Peter Nickerson, 62 Town Crier Drive, Apt. 10, Brattleboro, VT 05301 352-359-0850
Friday, June 9, 2017
Vermont Selectboard Un-Candidate #25
First, I failed to stand up to the crowd of "diversity" - that is," my preferred diversity, excuse my lying." I will try to stand up to these hypocrites and hysterics next meeting. It's not easy to change from a frightened rabbit to a charging black panther. Here's my report of the meeting: "The red line of professionalism was broached by ugly politicization last night, June 6, at the Brattleboro Selectboard meeting. I arrive early and told a lady that we owed it to our citizens to employ the most qualified job applicant. She assured me that was the policy [not for long!]. Everyone but me was there for promoting diversity, and many had little signs that they politely parked at the doorway. When the diversity discussion was over, I was the only one left in the room who was not a town government employee. As a phobic, I found the "diversity" discussion not diverse at all; I only heard about black people and lesbians. There are many other categories of people who struggle to be in the mainstream but can't because of limitations. For example, nine percent of the population suffers from phobias which is fairly close to the twelve percent of blacks and way above the four percent of lesbians. Why put lesbians above phobics? Can you see the endless bickering and grouping people can engage in when there is an attempt to prioritize one group above another? It will be a lawyer's dream come true, paid by the Brattleboro taxpayers." To Be Continued
Peter Nickerson, Philosophy Major, 62 Town Crier Dr., Apt. 12, Brattleboro, VT 05301 352-359-0850 We are engaging in this narcissism, selfishness, and grifting while our soldiers are losing limbs, minds, and even lives fighting for our safety and freedom? Disgraceful! If you want to see a black or lesbian become a cop, help him to become qualified, and then if he's turned down, ask why. If not satisfied, fight like hell for him based on evidence not your precious, highly self-esteemed feelings.
Don't use your political muscle to ensure that your preferred type of candidate is chosen over more qualified candidates. That is not what America is about, and I hate your trying to make it that way!
Peter Nickerson, Philosophy Major, 62 Town Crier Dr., Apt. 12, Brattleboro, VT 05301 352-359-0850 We are engaging in this narcissism, selfishness, and grifting while our soldiers are losing limbs, minds, and even lives fighting for our safety and freedom? Disgraceful! If you want to see a black or lesbian become a cop, help him to become qualified, and then if he's turned down, ask why. If not satisfied, fight like hell for him based on evidence not your precious, highly self-esteemed feelings.
Don't use your political muscle to ensure that your preferred type of candidate is chosen over more qualified candidates. That is not what America is about, and I hate your trying to make it that way!
Tuesday, June 6, 2017
Vernont Selectboard Un-Candidate #24
First, a mistake: I meant Wendy's not Hardee's yesterday. I got my third day's coffee today without a hitch. I also noted that the floor beneath the urinal didn't even look wet. At McDonald's there's usually a pool of urine there, probably because so many more men pee there. It was nice not having to stand in pee while you peed.
Recently, I had a hard-working Trump voter -there is another one in Brattleboro besides me- tell me that one of his workers had complained that she had to get food stamps. He asked her or wanted to ask her why she had two kids if she couldn't afford them. He thought this was a bad example of people being on welfare. I wondered if he would have denied her welfare if he had the power, and next time I will. Instead of asking that question after the the fact when of course, you aren't going to deny the kids help, we should establish a norm, like it used to be, that you don't have children if you can't afford them, even if you can get on welfare. But as long as people walk around saying, "I don't judge" no norms are going to be established. People, if you don't judge, you are the only species that doesn't. Judging is all important. Let me see you cross the street without judging. The British and French citizens are learning they had better be able to judge terrorist quickly. Their lives depend on it. They also need to be able to judge an Islamofascist who's trying to convert their children as one of the latest London terrorists and machete-killers was doing. They need to judge it as dangerous and report it. And get any other affected parents to report it too so maybe the police will leave their doughnuts and investigate.
People are social animals. They are influenced by people around them. Don't let terrorists get to your children because you don't want to "judge them." Besides being stupid, you're falling into the hands of the terrorists, and those hands will mutilate and kill you and your children because of their crazy, evil, totalitarian religion that Muhammed made up, like all religions unfortunately, so he could rule the world as his Caliphate. Why else would he demand, "Convert or die" and sentence to death anyone who gave up Islam? If he didn't, who would buy his product or use it for long? That is why radical Islam hates capitalism- because it is based on the free choice of the individual. There's no freedom in radical Islam. The very word islam is Arabic for submission.
Peter Nickerson, Philosophy Major, 62 Town Crier Drive, Apt. 10, Brattleboro, Vt. 05301 352-359-0850
Recently, I had a hard-working Trump voter -there is another one in Brattleboro besides me- tell me that one of his workers had complained that she had to get food stamps. He asked her or wanted to ask her why she had two kids if she couldn't afford them. He thought this was a bad example of people being on welfare. I wondered if he would have denied her welfare if he had the power, and next time I will. Instead of asking that question after the the fact when of course, you aren't going to deny the kids help, we should establish a norm, like it used to be, that you don't have children if you can't afford them, even if you can get on welfare. But as long as people walk around saying, "I don't judge" no norms are going to be established. People, if you don't judge, you are the only species that doesn't. Judging is all important. Let me see you cross the street without judging. The British and French citizens are learning they had better be able to judge terrorist quickly. Their lives depend on it. They also need to be able to judge an Islamofascist who's trying to convert their children as one of the latest London terrorists and machete-killers was doing. They need to judge it as dangerous and report it. And get any other affected parents to report it too so maybe the police will leave their doughnuts and investigate.
People are social animals. They are influenced by people around them. Don't let terrorists get to your children because you don't want to "judge them." Besides being stupid, you're falling into the hands of the terrorists, and those hands will mutilate and kill you and your children because of their crazy, evil, totalitarian religion that Muhammed made up, like all religions unfortunately, so he could rule the world as his Caliphate. Why else would he demand, "Convert or die" and sentence to death anyone who gave up Islam? If he didn't, who would buy his product or use it for long? That is why radical Islam hates capitalism- because it is based on the free choice of the individual. There's no freedom in radical Islam. The very word islam is Arabic for submission.
Peter Nickerson, Philosophy Major, 62 Town Crier Drive, Apt. 10, Brattleboro, Vt. 05301 352-359-0850
Monday, June 5, 2017
Vermont Selectboard Un-Candidate #23
I told a Navy Seal about being screamed at by men in authority once upon a time. It was a fearful situation as they had guns and I didn't, and they were unhinged, but deliberately so, trying to frighten me. I was quivering with rage, not fright though. If only they had been man enough for a fair fight! Still, I was upset about the incident, feeling like I had come out being the loser. The unflappable Seal merely said, "I would have found it funny -them being all so upset." Spoken like a true Seal!
Next time I am not only going to find it funny, but they will be the loser because I am going to say, "I'm so sorry to see you upset and screamy (and so pitifully unprofessional and unmanly)."
This vignette is what I will keep in mind if there is any strident righteous racism at the Selectboard meeting tomorrow.
I heard a black man on the Tom Some-Socialist Show this morning saying he wanted white people in America to suffer for the slavery they put the black people in. I said to him - he didn't hear me, thank God!- "Go ahead! Dig 'em up and punish them." How ignorant! He didn't utter a peep about the 39 million people still in slavery worldwide. I wonder why.
How is the rest of Brattleboro faring without McDonald's? I tried going to the Co-op which is most pleasant and refined but was paying almost four dollars for coffee and a plain bagel. My budget can't support that so I'm turning to Wendy's which is a disaster. I've ordered coffee -just coffee- and you'd think it was Baked Alaska. First time, they had run out of half and half. At least they carry it; McCafe can't seem to bring themselves to do that. Today, they had to brew coffee. I went to my table, paid a bill and addressed an envelope. I then went back. They had forgotten the order. Hardee's is only one building away from McDonald's. You'd think they would have learned something about McDonald's system and copied it by now. They are in another world, a slow, constantly snagged up one. But their dollar cup of coffee with half-and-half is better - when you get it the day after ordering it!
Peter Nickerson, Philosophy Major, 62 Town Crier Drive, Apt. 10, Brattleboro, Vt. 05301, 352-359-0850
Next time I am not only going to find it funny, but they will be the loser because I am going to say, "I'm so sorry to see you upset and screamy (and so pitifully unprofessional and unmanly)."
This vignette is what I will keep in mind if there is any strident righteous racism at the Selectboard meeting tomorrow.
I heard a black man on the Tom Some-Socialist Show this morning saying he wanted white people in America to suffer for the slavery they put the black people in. I said to him - he didn't hear me, thank God!- "Go ahead! Dig 'em up and punish them." How ignorant! He didn't utter a peep about the 39 million people still in slavery worldwide. I wonder why.
How is the rest of Brattleboro faring without McDonald's? I tried going to the Co-op which is most pleasant and refined but was paying almost four dollars for coffee and a plain bagel. My budget can't support that so I'm turning to Wendy's which is a disaster. I've ordered coffee -just coffee- and you'd think it was Baked Alaska. First time, they had run out of half and half. At least they carry it; McCafe can't seem to bring themselves to do that. Today, they had to brew coffee. I went to my table, paid a bill and addressed an envelope. I then went back. They had forgotten the order. Hardee's is only one building away from McDonald's. You'd think they would have learned something about McDonald's system and copied it by now. They are in another world, a slow, constantly snagged up one. But their dollar cup of coffee with half-and-half is better - when you get it the day after ordering it!
Peter Nickerson, Philosophy Major, 62 Town Crier Drive, Apt. 10, Brattleboro, Vt. 05301, 352-359-0850
Saturday, June 3, 2017
Brattleboro, Vermont Selectboard Un-Candidate #22
I picked up some meat at Hannaford and saw two managers walking by. I had talked to one about the Putney Road widening but without a map. I walked over and showed them the map, asking if they were interested in seeing how the widening would affect their land. "It's not our land. We lease it," the other manager said. I am quoting as accurately as I can.
"Then would you like to see how your leased land will be affected," I asked.
At another point, I got a "yeah, yeah, yeah," and almost mimicked that back, but bit my tongue. But the manager warmed to the task, looked closely at the map, understanding it better than me, and said, "This is not good. It comes way into our parking lot, almost up to the store. I think it's going to be dangerous for the pedestrians - our customers- walking from and to their vehicles. I see what they're trying to do with this road widening; they're trying to make it so you don't have to go off the road (into the bike lane) to get around vehicles making a left turn."
He got the other manager to take some pictures. "I want to send these to corporate and to the owner. I don't think they'll be happy with this."
"I don't want to see businesses suffer," I said. "Please keep me in the loop."
"I will. I have your card."
Twice, during our conversation, he shook my hand.
As I drove away, my thoughts turned back to the Reformer letter to the editor.
I finally found some humor to it, "It took six of them to write a letter," I mused.
Still, I was worried about attending the meeting. It was extra hard going to the meeting and facing David Schoales after I wrote the Civil Rights Commission about his discrimination against the other races in preferring blacks for employment. I knew mentally that he wouldn't dare say anything to me because then he'd really be in trouble with the Civil Rights Commission when I reported that back to it, but once I got to the board meeting, fear paralyzed reason. I decided I'd steel myself in any confrontation he brought and simply say, " Tough s____ ! You said it, not me." But nothing happened at the meeting besides David, it seemed to me, being nicer and more engaged.
Now I had to steel myself for six or so strident racists who were inviting their friends to come too. In addition to trying to get through four hours of phobic hell! Poor me! I delved into the pages of cognitive therapy and came up with an idea. There was a part of me that was an unafraid watcher even when I was panicky. He wasn't easy to access, but he was there. In the selectboard meeting, I would try to go to this fearless overwatcher. I would even think of him as Christopher Kyle, the Seal and the American Sniper. This is where I would try to be as much as possible. With the Seal.
Peter Nickerson, Philosophy Major and winner of three degrees in spite of my phobias. I can walk through hell!
"Then would you like to see how your leased land will be affected," I asked.
At another point, I got a "yeah, yeah, yeah," and almost mimicked that back, but bit my tongue. But the manager warmed to the task, looked closely at the map, understanding it better than me, and said, "This is not good. It comes way into our parking lot, almost up to the store. I think it's going to be dangerous for the pedestrians - our customers- walking from and to their vehicles. I see what they're trying to do with this road widening; they're trying to make it so you don't have to go off the road (into the bike lane) to get around vehicles making a left turn."
He got the other manager to take some pictures. "I want to send these to corporate and to the owner. I don't think they'll be happy with this."
"I don't want to see businesses suffer," I said. "Please keep me in the loop."
"I will. I have your card."
Twice, during our conversation, he shook my hand.
As I drove away, my thoughts turned back to the Reformer letter to the editor.
I finally found some humor to it, "It took six of them to write a letter," I mused.
Still, I was worried about attending the meeting. It was extra hard going to the meeting and facing David Schoales after I wrote the Civil Rights Commission about his discrimination against the other races in preferring blacks for employment. I knew mentally that he wouldn't dare say anything to me because then he'd really be in trouble with the Civil Rights Commission when I reported that back to it, but once I got to the board meeting, fear paralyzed reason. I decided I'd steel myself in any confrontation he brought and simply say, " Tough s____ ! You said it, not me." But nothing happened at the meeting besides David, it seemed to me, being nicer and more engaged.
Now I had to steel myself for six or so strident racists who were inviting their friends to come too. In addition to trying to get through four hours of phobic hell! Poor me! I delved into the pages of cognitive therapy and came up with an idea. There was a part of me that was an unafraid watcher even when I was panicky. He wasn't easy to access, but he was there. In the selectboard meeting, I would try to go to this fearless overwatcher. I would even think of him as Christopher Kyle, the Seal and the American Sniper. This is where I would try to be as much as possible. With the Seal.
Peter Nickerson, Philosophy Major and winner of three degrees in spite of my phobias. I can walk through hell!
Friday, June 2, 2017
Vermont Selectboard Un-Candidate #21
I was dispirited after the last selectboard meeting. It was too hard sitting on the verge of panic, trying not to bolt out of the room, for four hours. The only thing comparable to it was working with my social services board once a month for about one and a half hours. Even then, I took a Valium before the meeting. But there were rewards for going through that hell; I had a job, some prestige and power, and was attractive to beautiful women. What are my rewards for enduring a four hour hell twice a month? I lost track of dates and thought the Tuesday after Memorial Day was selectboard day. I woke up that morning with my stomach twisted. That decided it. I was not going. At almost six, only about twenty minutes before I thought the meeting was to start, I had an epiphany. There was strong reward for going: I got to live in the present instead of having the harpies of my endless mistakes taunting me like harpies. This was how I got out of my Manchester By The Sea. I hurried downtown and realized I had the date wrong.
While I was being so brave, I decided that if I were elected and found the seating arrangement too stressful, I would sit with the people by the door or even stand in the doorway. The rest of the board could adjust to that. It was no skin off their teeth.
The Reformer eventually published their copy of my complaint about what I believe was David Schoales' racism and discrimination against all other races but blacks which I sent to the Civil Rights Division in Washington, D.C. The newspaper masked it as an "Open Letter" which was fine. Their editorializing seemed fair and helpful even. Everything was included.
Yesterday, I was on my way out of the library with two bags strapped to me, hurrying for one more errand before my time ran out in parking. I stopped in midstream to glance at a Reformer on a coffee table. I saw a letter written by maybe six people praising Brandy's short concerns and David's racist rant for not having blacks employed by the town government. The letter urged everyone to come to the next board meeting and promised the topic was high on the agenda. It was a strident, self-righteous, guilting, racist letter. I could picture myself being loudly attacked at the board meeting by the liberals' sacred race, blacks. I was scared, cowardly, gutless, whatever. But I also saw myself there and attempting to say something that was not racist and was not discriminating for blacks. Could I do it with my double phobia- being in meetings and public speaking.
My errand was to try to get a map of the Putney Road widening to show business owners who were going to have their property seized by the state and see if they were going to suffer as a result. The finance director walked me around until one of the very nice people there gave me a beautiful copy, almost as delicious looking as a chocolate cake! I was still so upset by the prospects of dealing with loud, righteous, guilting people at a board meeting that I had difficulty explaining what I wanted to the very professional, warm staff.
In the town manager's office, I ran into the eloquent Abanaki Indian, Rich Holsuch. I wondered if he was there to urge the town manager not to hire blacks, but Indians instead.
With map in hand, I started toward Hannaford to talk to the managers.
To Be Continued
Peter Nickerson, Philosophy Major
While I was being so brave, I decided that if I were elected and found the seating arrangement too stressful, I would sit with the people by the door or even stand in the doorway. The rest of the board could adjust to that. It was no skin off their teeth.
The Reformer eventually published their copy of my complaint about what I believe was David Schoales' racism and discrimination against all other races but blacks which I sent to the Civil Rights Division in Washington, D.C. The newspaper masked it as an "Open Letter" which was fine. Their editorializing seemed fair and helpful even. Everything was included.
Yesterday, I was on my way out of the library with two bags strapped to me, hurrying for one more errand before my time ran out in parking. I stopped in midstream to glance at a Reformer on a coffee table. I saw a letter written by maybe six people praising Brandy's short concerns and David's racist rant for not having blacks employed by the town government. The letter urged everyone to come to the next board meeting and promised the topic was high on the agenda. It was a strident, self-righteous, guilting, racist letter. I could picture myself being loudly attacked at the board meeting by the liberals' sacred race, blacks. I was scared, cowardly, gutless, whatever. But I also saw myself there and attempting to say something that was not racist and was not discriminating for blacks. Could I do it with my double phobia- being in meetings and public speaking.
My errand was to try to get a map of the Putney Road widening to show business owners who were going to have their property seized by the state and see if they were going to suffer as a result. The finance director walked me around until one of the very nice people there gave me a beautiful copy, almost as delicious looking as a chocolate cake! I was still so upset by the prospects of dealing with loud, righteous, guilting people at a board meeting that I had difficulty explaining what I wanted to the very professional, warm staff.
In the town manager's office, I ran into the eloquent Abanaki Indian, Rich Holsuch. I wondered if he was there to urge the town manager not to hire blacks, but Indians instead.
With map in hand, I started toward Hannaford to talk to the managers.
To Be Continued
Peter Nickerson, Philosophy Major
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)