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
Saturday, June 10, 2017
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
Thursday, May 18, 2017
Brattleboro, Vermont Selectboard Un-Candidate #20
There is a lot of noise over Trump "revealing" to the Russians that laptops on planes could contain explosives. Big deal! Wouldn't anyone with a half a brain know that after the shoe bomber episode? BFD! Empty-head screamers. The question I have is why think that laptops are safe in cargo? Couldn't they easily be detonated by a passenger with a concealed remote control? Couldn't they be easily detonated by a timer? I can't afford TV, but I hope some of those pretty heads on it are asking these questions.
The last selectboard meeting went quietly. I am blocking on the name of the female selectboard member; it's not the chairwoman. But she was the only one in the meeting room when I got there and unlike me with her, she knew my name and made some conversation which made me feel accepted. Am I the only person living in Brattleboro who voted for Trump? I had my phobia demons to deal with during the meeting, and I did. The only contribution I was considering making was to point out that the assistant town manager hadn't mentioned the possibility of wood pellets increasing in price. He was proposing changing the oil burner at the transportation center for a wood burner. However, selectboardman John Allen made the point before I could.
Since that meeting, I've realized I need to ask if the enviromental impact study the state is going to make around the widening of Putney Road includes the impact on homo sapiens sapiens in that area. Specifically, how many businesses say they will go out of business due to the widening, and how many jobs will be lost? Also, how much will remaining businesses have to spend to make adjustments to the seizure of their land? I can't believe these questions haven't occurred to the selectboard. Even one or two businesses being destroyed is a big deal in this little town. I was surprised that the town manager painted such a rosy picture of city finances since we constantly seem to be loosing businesses. Maybe we people of Brattleboro don't care. We've got our checks, our drugs, beer, and TV. Why worry if we have to go out of state to get the products we need? At least we don't have to pay sales tax, and we keep Vermont green.But we need enough revenue to finance basic services. People in this town seem to be living off a government check or serving those who do. They don't have money for extra taxes.
Peter Nickerson 352-359-0850
The last selectboard meeting went quietly. I am blocking on the name of the female selectboard member; it's not the chairwoman. But she was the only one in the meeting room when I got there and unlike me with her, she knew my name and made some conversation which made me feel accepted. Am I the only person living in Brattleboro who voted for Trump? I had my phobia demons to deal with during the meeting, and I did. The only contribution I was considering making was to point out that the assistant town manager hadn't mentioned the possibility of wood pellets increasing in price. He was proposing changing the oil burner at the transportation center for a wood burner. However, selectboardman John Allen made the point before I could.
Since that meeting, I've realized I need to ask if the enviromental impact study the state is going to make around the widening of Putney Road includes the impact on homo sapiens sapiens in that area. Specifically, how many businesses say they will go out of business due to the widening, and how many jobs will be lost? Also, how much will remaining businesses have to spend to make adjustments to the seizure of their land? I can't believe these questions haven't occurred to the selectboard. Even one or two businesses being destroyed is a big deal in this little town. I was surprised that the town manager painted such a rosy picture of city finances since we constantly seem to be loosing businesses. Maybe we people of Brattleboro don't care. We've got our checks, our drugs, beer, and TV. Why worry if we have to go out of state to get the products we need? At least we don't have to pay sales tax, and we keep Vermont green.But we need enough revenue to finance basic services. People in this town seem to be living off a government check or serving those who do. They don't have money for extra taxes.
Peter Nickerson 352-359-0850
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