Online Dating Independence Day Update

Folks, as mentioned before, I have been participating in some online dating websites. Yep, I have found fraudulent accounts and sketchy people, but I have found some nice ones as well. I’ve been especially impressed by two young women that live in the Philippines. One is a teacher and the other is, well I don’t recall. These ladies put the rest of the bunch on these dating websites to shame. They are not materialist, career-oriented feminists, but really on fire for God and live to tell people about Jesus. They are as beautiful as any of the fashion models that Donald Trump has on his payroll and the best part is that you know they are more beautiful on the inside. Sadly, they are both in their twenties.

As for the rest of the pack, I am corresponding with a few women; only one of whom is in the age bracket that I really want. The others are old. I can’t get my head around the fact that these ladies are grandmothers and are interested in me.

Warning I’m about to get really controversial so stop reading now or promise not to get angry with me. You have been warned.

Ok, so why the warning? I’m not old. I may be turning 64 later this year, but I’m still a kid on the inside. (My friends here in Idaho think I’m in my mid-fifties.) I’m looking hard at women between 35 and about 50 years old. Had my son made better life choices, I would be making different ones now, but it is clear that I will never have any progeny from him. Dude, Ellie freaking Mitchell had a huge crush on you and then you make your stupid life choices, thou fool. My son, you have made the stupidest life choice since Esha sold his birthright to Jacob for a bowl of stew.

I want a proper heir to carry on the family name. There, I said it out loud. I currently have nobody to leave anything to. The thought of all my stuff being reduced to a few neglected boxes that Goodwill or the Salvation Army will reject is not the ending that I hope for. I’d like the family name to continue. To put this in words that you might comprehend, “There is NO other Skywalker.”

I have all the genealogy stuff that my wife accumulated from both sides of her family plus all the good antiques and none of her kids want it. It will eventually find its way to thrift shops or whatever, but what a waste. Nobody wants the fine China, the wedding silver, the tons of photos that I have (currently over 26,000 images and I have much more that needs scanning), her old books, or anything else. The only things the kids seem to have any interest in are the wife’s Hallmark ornaments which I could care less about. Sorry, but Hallmark has never meant Christmas to me.

Anyway, I have been corresponding with this young lady in Brazil. She happens to live in Rio, a place that I have visited twice while in the Navy. She has a two-year-old daughter. I don’t know what will happen, but I am willing to pursue her further. Oh, she is 39. Per Google, if I started paperwork now, by the time I could get her here, she will be about the same age as my last wife when we were wed.

I really like children. I think God put us on the planet to have lots of them, something my wife didn’t let us pursue further. I could argue that her reasons for not having more children were the beginnings of the path that ended with her demise, but I won’t elaborate further in writing. Let’s just say that her decision still has consequences for the living.

My grandfather lived to be 96, and my dad is on track to get close to that age too; so, I figure that I may have three more decades in the tank too. Yes, I know tomorrow is not a certainty, but I at least have some reason to hope for more than the seventy years mentioned in the Bible.

Back to Rio girl. Assuming that she is real and not an AI chatbot which might very well might be the case (see update below), then if we continue on the path that we are seemingly on, I will have her visit in a few months. I think if she visits me for two or three weeks, we can know if we are compatible. My faith is important to me but trying to have deep discussions with someone via text messages whose second language is English is not really fair. Oh, her English seems to be excellent, but still…

So, if it works what’s next? Paperwork, we can’t have a government without lots of paperwork. Then there is the issue of making sure she is cared for if I do shed the mortal coil. Oh, if this does come to fruition, I plan to adopt her daughter as my own, something I could never do with my step kids while their biological dad was still involved in their lives. (Bet they never even thought to ask why that never happened.)

Having a few online friends is helping me be in a better state of mental health. I never have been fond of married people telling me to be happy that I’m single.

I’m also in communication with a nice lady in Oregon. Church wise, we are polar opposites but she is very nice and however things turn out, I’d like to keep her as a friend.

The Other People I’ve Seen Online

On the predominately Reformed Baptist website my general comment is no wonder the people on there are single. The Christian stuff they claim to consume is from the likes of John MacArthur and R.C. Sproul. In other words, they stay within their own bubble of knowledge and know nothing of other views. After consuming “spiritual baby food” for years, they know nothing and think they know it all.

 I’m an equal opportunity kind of guy so I will bash both genders separately.

The guys out number the women about eight to one on this website. The vocal ones tend toward rudeness and want to argue theology until the other party submits unconditionally. They think the way to a mate is to find the perfectly completed female profile and then expect the girl will submit to their leadership without the guy having any track record of accomplishing anything. The other issue is that they have no idea what a biblical marriage is all about. A husband’s job is to die daily for his wife, not be waited on hand-and-foot by his personal handmaiden.

Many of the women on there, having secured their careers, and now wish to add a husband to their life in much the same way as a person adds a new pet to the family or pair of shoes to their wardrobe. Generally, they are unwilling to “leave and cleave” and start a new family.  Alternately, they have child custody or other reasons and/or baggage not to be with their potential man. They erect unnecessary barriers or have unrealistic expectations such as “I want to homestead and home school my children”. They seem ignorant of the fact that their favorite YouTube personalities that homestead are being paid because they can’t earn enough to make a living homesteading unless they continue to generate extra money from social media by having you watch them. Having seen it up close and personal, homesteading is more of a work commitment than having children.

On the other website that I’m using, there is a persistent group of men that harass new female members. They come across as if asking the girl if she is a slut, if so, please call me on this social media account. It’s the same handful of guys spraying virtual graffiti on each account; like a dog urinating on their mailbox.

Both websites have this in common, there is a lot of ‘deadwood” or stale accounts being hosted on the website. I guess content over quality is the motto. One website has accounts that are older than seven years that are still considered people looking for a mate. One website tells you where they last logged in based on their IP address, which can easily be spoofed, but not when they last logged in. Neither website will allow you to sort by paid members to make it easier to interact with actual humans.

Between the two websites, I have hit “Like” on seventy or more different profiles. Generally, nobody even takes a look at my profile in return. I don’t mean they didn’t reciprocate interest by liking me, but that they never even clicked to see who liked them. To me this is more proof that the women I’m looking at don’t exist or lost interest long ago. I know some accounts are fraudsters, but some are not.

Online dating is not for the faint of heart.

My last comment is that the men in the group, and women too, need to read “The Boniface Option” by Andrew Isker. Our youth are stuck in “Trash World” and happy as pigs in their own excrement thinking this is the “normal” state of things. MacArthur and Sproul are safer choices because they rarely touch us in our everyday lives.

Update: I have had time to process (or ponder) some details of my exchanges with Rio girl and parts of her story have fragments of information that don’t flow. Also, in the process of looking at other women’s profiles, I found that AI, instead of trying to translate a profile into English, analyses it and generates a response based on the text that you give it. Just by cutting and pasting, you get instant responses in languages that you don’t have to know. This would explain her flawless English and obtuse details. Her daughter “is named Rose which is a type of flower”. Ok, what human on the planet doesn’t know what a rose is? A person would know but an Artificial Intelligence would not because it’s just another piece of data to it. Also, can you type on your phone in perfect English? She can and it’s a second language to her. Maybe Rio girl is fool me twice. If I hear from her again, which is debatable, (we ended things with me asking for live video chat), then I intend to talk theology. All I have to do is hit her with some misdirection and see if I get away with it.

June Comments

I’ve been slow to post anything lately as I’m still working through the death of my wife. Thanks to “The Chief” for making the bulk of new content here lately.

I’m sorting my wife’s treasures and purging a lot of them. She valued things in terms of sentimentality and not cash value. Sadly, granddad’s ratty leather briefcase and grandma’s old dish towels don’t mean much to me, and thus didn’t make the cut. Her children generally don’t want anything. None of the three children has offered to help go through any of their mother’s stuff. I’m left to either store what I think they might like later or chuck it out.

I have a huge amount of stuff to scan this next winter. Thus far, I have scanned over 26,000 images that need review. Most were scanned and the originals were scrapped. Frankly, almost all of this stuff is meaningless unless the kids decide to be parents, then maybe their past will begin to have some significance. But right now, they have no future or thought of perpetuating the species. (In fairness, one child is looking at adoption but that is different than having your own offspring.)  The boys are seemingly content to spend their free time in front of small screens playing video games and having cyber friends in place of real relationships.

I have been fishing a few times in the last few weeks. I’ve caught trout in local rivers and bass in a local lake. I haven’t caught anything big, but I haven’t gotten skunked anywhere yet.

One project I’ve been working on is completing the railing for the deck. I bought the materials from Home Depot. Almost every box that has been delivered has been damaged. I have spent much time cleaning up the material so it can be used. I am still missing one box which should be delivered this week, or else I start complaining. I’ve been putting off the stair railing but may have to do that soon. (It’s the hardest so I have been saving it for last.)

I have set aside a small place near the front door for some photos of my wife. I’m lacking one more picture frame to complete this area. Meanwhile, the craft room is almost stripped bare, at least compared to how it looked before.

Th electricians have never finished the garage but I’m hoping that they will finish the job. It should only take one guy a day to finish what remains.

I’ve committed to connecting the upper stories of the house and garage. Hopefully my contractor can do the work as we discussed. I’m penciled in for August but that was before his daughter ran up $18K in medical bills. (The down side of not having medical insurance.) It was also before I decided to go to Ireland for two weeks.

Yep, I paid for a trip to Ireland. My wife made me promise to take a trip somewhere we would have enjoyed going together. I know I’m supposed to go because the recommended book to read prior to the trip is, “How the Irish Saved Civilization.” St Patrick is the best.

Anyway, that’s the highlights for now.

Firsthand Experience With Internet Dating Fraud

Folks, I’ve not only seen “The Beekeeper” with Jason Statham but even bought the DVD of the movie. The only reason that the movie works is that Jason knew where the evil datacenter was so he could burn it down. Sadly, I didn’t have this information.

Before I recap my experience, please note that I am leaving a few “tells” out of my account just so the bad guys don’t know the specifics of everything they did wrong lest they fix their scenario.

On Facebook, I received a friend request from some guy I never met before. His name was Dean. Dean runs a Christian Singles website. A guy in my church knows Dean personally and I have no problems with him. In fact, right after I joined the website, the guy from church gave me the contact information for Dean.

Dean’s website is Sovereign Grace Singles. With a name like that you should expect that it is oriented to folks from the Reformed Baptist tradition. I do not claim to be Baptist, but I do claim to be Reformed. I decided it would have less crap on it and be more likely to be populated by real people than Match or eHarmony.

Anyway, I put my shingle out, so to speak. Low and behold, this babe that was 20 years younger than me strikes up a conversation. So did a gal about my age.  (For a guy like me to be contacted by not one but two females on the same day is kind of an ego booster.) I responded to both, but the younger one was really trying to set the hook. She ended up wanting to correspond via email. (Dean’s website doesn’t have a mobile app and its communication abilities are about 20 years behind the times.) Email was an upgrade to chatting compared to what I was trying to use.

Right out the gate, I get two photos of this gal in a sports bra. Going to the gym has never been my thing but I guess some of the younger set is ok with this. This was a little unusual. And yes, her profile photo was modest and staged to look like a selfie.

The conversation was also out of kilter. The profile made it clear that the woman was a second language person but even given that, her speech was not as it should be. Whenever I asked for details, my questions were ignored or deflected. Other times the answers were just weird.

Here’s one example. Her profile stated that she liked live concerts. I asked for some examples of the type of music that she liked and what live concerts she had attended. The question was initially ignored. I asked again and was told that she was going to see the Kingston Trio, but her mom was too sick, and she decided not to go.

The Kingston Trio? Really? Aren’t they all dead and buried? I looked it up on the internet and they are scheduled to play Oakland, California and Reno, Nevada and then they are off to Michigan.

This female claims to live in Bakersfield and she can’t name any music group she has seen but says she wished she could see the Kingston Trio! Think about the logistics to get from where she lived to a city hosting the Trio. Oh, the next day she said she didn’t own a car. In California? After 22 years of living there? That is ridiculous. Most welfare recipients and illegals own a vehicle of some sort or have access to one.

The story she told was full of holes and inconsistencies. It was clear that she never lived in California and was not writing me from the United States.

The second day she sent me photos in her workout outfit.

Both sets of photos were fakes. These were either wholly made via Artificial Intelligence or enhanced by it.

At this point, I called Dean on his personal cell phone. We talked for about half an hour. He could not believe me when I told him what was going on. He was in denial and tried to make it my fault. I gave him a few examples of why I thought this person was a fake. He was reluctant to believe this was happening. After pressing my case, he finally agreed it was possible, at least remotely.

The third and last day, I was sent a video. She claimed she had hurt her foot and was staying home from the gym. A few hours later I got a flawlessly focused 37 second video of her working out.  The video was edited and was stripped of audio.

If you look at the video, it was clearly made in a hotel room. Entry door, bathroom door on the left, and small lounge area on the right. The lockset on the door is not standard either.

The lady is beautiful. Heck, I don’t think Jeff Bezos could land this fish without some effort. What would she see in me?

Oh, I look up the brand of socks that she is wearing in the video. $25 a pair biking socks from Turkey.

I sent Dean the workout video. He wanted to know how I got that. Like I requested it or something? Anyway, he suspended her account and asked for verification info on where she worshipped and who her pastor was. Immediately, she went dark. I have not heard from her again. I doubt Dean has either. (Dean late said he had not.)

Folks, the experience was surprisingly emotionally manipulating and hurtful. It was somewhat rewarding to flip the script on them and try forcing them to produce her in the flesh. It did give them pause but they still tried to go forward with the mom is sick and I need money thing. I didn’t continue to respond once she refused to get the plane ticket.

Lastly, if she had flown up to see me, I would have delivered her into the waiting arms of the ladies of my church. I pushed for certain dates to insure that would happen.

I’m trying to calm down and get my head together. Meanwhile, I’m making progress on the house and looking for a few vacation opportunities.

Oh, as to why I posted the photos and video is in case someone does a matching search on the Internet and gets a hit on the photos. If you do, please let me know. I’m sure a good story will accompany the discovery.

Getting Your Deceased Loved One Off the Internet

My initial comment here is that I have actually done this. What I have done will be different than for you but the principles that I express here will be helpful.

First you need to understand what the person was using as their main points of identity. In a world of two-factor identification, this is important to start closing accounts online. Apple or Microsoft or Google and perhaps Facebook are what I would consider the usual suspects. (Leave these accounts for last.) Also, knowing the PIN to get into a person’s cell phone is a must. Typically, this is a four-digit number.

Banking and Money

Start with financial stuff. Freeze the debit or credit cards. Close any accounts tied to a person’s bank. Amazon, PayPal, Venmo, eBay, etc. You don’t want anyone draining the bank account while you are doing other things.

Please note that bank accounts can create terrible experiences for spouses, trustees, and relations. Financial institutions will often freeze accounts, want to see a death certificates, and be made aware of a clearly defined successor to any accounts. My wife and I have a Trust and that removed a lot of obstacles in this area. My former next-door neighbor let her husband handle all the bills and when he died, the banks and credit cards froze all the liquid assets. She went over six weeks just to get control of her checking account. Meanwhile, no bills could be paid, and she couldn’t buy any food.

Subscriptions

Cancel subscription services: Netflix, Disney Plus, Discovery Plus, Max, Kindle, etc. Do this even if you want to keep them. Redo any streaming accounts in the name of a living person.

Photos, Documents, and the like

Once you close the financial accounts, you need to start unwinding the stuff on the cell phone. Archive photos, email, text messages, documents on the phone. Also, check the “cloud storage” from Google, One Drive, Dropbox, Apple, etc. Put what you want to keep on a PC or laptop. To access Android data, you can set up Blue Stacks on your computer. Then you can access copies of photos, text messages, contact lists, etc. It takes patience and computer skills to do this.

Concerning text messages, they can be backed up and copied to a PC; however, they are completely unreadable without restoring them to another cell phone or using third party software. I can see them in Google Messages via Blue Stacks but can’t print them, which is really frustrating. I found third party software that can print them but the text message file from my wife’s phone was over 4 GB, and the software can’t handle such a large file without crashing.

Facebook

The easiest account to close was Facebook; however, it takes some thought and preparation before you act. First you need to decide if you want to delete the account or have Facebook archive it. Either way, the contents of the account can be downloaded. This includes all photos posted, friend lists, and other stuff. Deleting the account is easy but there is another option. You can give control of the account to someone else. In the bowls of Facebook settings, it is possible to designate anyone on the friends list as a beneficiary. (Of course, FB calls this by another name.) The designated person can then go to their Facebook account and report that the person died. Before doing this, you will need a scanned copy of the death certificate. Fill out a simple form, again buried in the bowls of account settings, and be sure to attach the death certificate.

Reporting the death of a Facebook person and subsequent approval will lock the deceased person’s account, archive the account, and affix “In Memory of…” to the top of the FB page. This also givs the beneficiary control of the account. The beneficiary can post on the account, back it up, or delete it.

Root Accounts

There is a good chance that all or some phone data is backed up on Google, Microsoft, and/or Apple servers. Deleting these primary accounts will end any hope of data recovery. Use a tech savvy person to do this and then do a factory reset to the phone.

Final thought, Samsung no longer has their own cloud storage; instead, they piggyback it onto Microsoft’s One Drive. I am not clear if this is a stand-alone backup or part of the disk space allocated to Samsung users. Without a valid email account, you may not be able to access the data anyway. If you are extra paranoid, keep this in mind.

Have fun doing this. It took me a week and I’m not totally done, just at a comfortable place to stop … for now.

Mental Health Crisis Part 3

In this installment I will lay out a solution to our mental health crisis in the country. I again want to inform folks this part of my series is satirical in nature for one reason; none of these options are likely to ever become law.  In addition, some will likely think I am being overly mean in my commentary. My point of this series is not to attack those with actual mental illness, it’s the cheating scum who doctor shop so they too can ride the crazy train.

No weapons allowed: This applies to the entire household. Junior gets a diagnosis, it doesn’t matter who owns the guns, they must be turned over to authorities.  Any knife that isn’t a serrated blade as well. Too many crazies in the world right now. We have had enough shootings/killings.  Can’t take any more chances.  Nope you cannot keep it in a safe or at a relative’s house. If you’re on a pill or someone in your household is… it’s gone.  This will be made easier when the Sith Lord gets his way and the government maintains a national database for firearm ownership.

Mandatory mental health checkups: once every other week, by a trained, licensed professional.  Again, we cannot take chances here. We never know who the next person will be to open fire on a school/business/church etc.

TV viewing capped at one hour a day. Again, this is obvious. With the average person watching north of 8 hours a day, we cannot have you being brainwashed.  There is reality, and fantasy land, TV is mostly fantasy land.  The news makes people depressed and distressed. Depressed people are the ones who typically go on these rampages.

No more internet privacy: A copy of your browser history will be sent daily to your psychiatric caseworker for review.  Anything flagged will have you remanded to the psycho ward.  The dark web and other rabbit holes create a massive problem in this world. Remember, you are on a pill. You are not normal.  Internet time is also capped at 1 hour daily.  Again, like tv, too much brainwashing going on.

NO alcohol or drugs: legal or illegal. You will be wearing a monitor.  You are on a pill. We need to ensure that nothing interferes with the chemical balance of the body’s systems which the pill is trying to maintain.

Mandatory driving tests twice a year: Behind the wheel.  Unlike being innocent until proven guilty, here you need to prove you can drive safely twice a year.  Heck, have you seen the size/speed of some of these cars lately?  Yikes.

No voting: Again, if you are less of a citizen or crazy… no vote for you.

Mandatory inpatient care: Military style, one weekend a month, two weeks a year.  You are under evaluation, not simply going to a doctor and trying to get out of it.

Obviously the above will never be allowed to happen.  Truthfully, I do not even believe these would ever be voted in. The premise of this series is not to demean the folks who actually do have disabilities as they are actively seeking help.  I am going after the losers in the game of life you see from time-to-time that use the mental health card as a sympathy card.  My opinion is if you want the “benefits” of this condition, you must deal with the reality of our situation.  In the last few mass shootings in the US, it’s been done by a person with mental illness. In many cases, the FBI has been “right on the tail” of the shooter to no avail.  It was too late.  We can no longer take a chance.  This conservative has heard/seen enough of these. If you want to play the card, you must deal with the consequences.  No more shootings.

If these were to pass, watch the number of people with “mental health issues” plummet quickly.  The number of folks popping a “pill” will drop drastically.  Again, be healthy, be well. Put the tv remote down, stop scanning the internet, none of the news is good.  Touch some grass. No, not that kind! Go outside. Be barefoot. Enjoy the world that God made for us and quit being so self-focused and quit sheltering in place to avoid life.

The Chief

Mental Health Blarney Part 2  (Older People)

One disturbing trend occurring lately is the number of older people getting diagnosed with mental health issues.  I work with someone who squealed like a piglet to his urgent care… yes, urgent care doctor, and got put on a pill.  At first, he couldn’t be prouder of himself. He got what he wanted… unfortunately for him, he has no idea that if you mention mental health issues to your doctor he/she/they (for you CA republicans out there) is required to put you on something.  It’s a “cover your butt” for the physician in case you go postal.  I found out later that he told the doctor he picked out the knife to kill himself with. 

Welp, that’s one way to get on a pill. I think they should have held him for several days for a psych evaluation, but oh well.  He then found out he had to see a psychiatrist a handful of times, and obviously this angered him as his healthcare plan didn’t fully cover this.  My suspicions for this center around his likely sighting what he “saw on tv or read somewhere online” as his reasoning to be diagnosed.  If it sounds fishy to you, it likely sounded fishy to his provider, thus he was going to pay for part of it.  I overheard a couple phone calls regarding upcoming appointments and him trying to weasel his way out of them.  Again, he probably read about it or saw it on a fictional tv show but hey, it worked so why not try it right?

Like anything else that generation has become famous for, they want their cake, want to eat it too, then when the bill comes, claim there wasn’t enough frosting, and they shouldn’t have to pay.  It’s pathetic, but here we are.

I do not really get it. When I was young, you didn’t want to be labeled as being mentally unstable, but now it is like a badge of honor or some weird sympathy card.  It’s the latter. They want to play that card when things do not go their way.  It’s wild watching him play the card whenever there is trauma in his life, or he feels like avoiding something, but when things are well, he never mentions it.  The number of people in general claiming to have mental health issues is staggering. As I mentioned in part 1, its literally the go to… like a get out of trouble-free card. 

My favorite part in the saga was when he magically declared himself totally fine and healed and was going to go to this urgent care doctor and get off the pill.  I keep labeling the doctor because, in my humble opinion, the urgent care doctor seems to be a “take this and call your primary care physician if this continues” doctor, not someone who should be prescribing things.  Especially not prescribing/diagnosing mental health issues.  So, I feel this whole thing was an act to begin with.  He went there armed with plenty of internet articles and knowledge gained from various tv series episodes.  His plan likely would have worked, except for the detail about how he had planned on killing himself.  They don’t speak about this in fantasy TV land… no doctor will let you stop taking the pills when you admit that.  Risk is too high in this litigious society we live in.  Imagine the look on his face upon hearing that.  I have a feeling he went doctor shopping after that looking for a yes, but unlike on the latest tv episode, he found no one willing to play ball.

In closing this part, I will say this, how the mighty have fallen!  The same generation that called mine; crockpot kids, dumb, stupid, addicted to their phones, social media whores etc. is now going to be known for trying to get on mental health pills.  It’s bad.  I didn’t think they would go out like this but here we are. The generation that was all about self-individualism, pull yourself up by your bootstraps, make something out of nothing, is now trying to get free government pills.  What the heck happened?

The Chief

You Don’t have Mental Health Issues Part 1/3

Disclaimer: This blog is targeting people who “doctor shop” to get diagnosed with a mental health issue, not the good people who actually have a mental health issue.  If you have a real issue, I hope you are able to find affordable help or services for your condition.  I wish only the best for you… to the folks who shopped around for a diagnosis, you are the worst type of people.

I remember as a child growing up, there would be maybe one student/child at school with a learning (mental health) disability.  Again, one whole child at the entire school!  I was always enrolled in private school, which tends to attract more special needs kids because class sizes are smaller, and they usually have a program specifically for them to tailor to their needs. 

As I grew older (High School & College years), suddenly more and more students were taking a pill.  It was typically Adderall which is prescribed to people who have a hard time focusing.  While this could be true, I always thought it was tied to being declared a “mental health issue.”  See, in High School and College, if you had any type of learning disability/mental health issue, you got added benefits other students didn’t enjoy.  Typically, the rules didn’t apply to you anymore. If you were late for class, acted out, etc., you were excused because you were considered a special needs student.  You also got unlimited time on tests/quizzes and got extended deadlines on reports.  It birthed the idea of an IEP (individual learning plan) and lowered an already low bar for education even lower.  Now having a special need is not seen as a liability, it’s seen as having benefits.  The number of “special needs” kids at my high school went from a couple to classrooms full when it came to final exam time.  At first, I thought it was just my generation trying to work the system… boy was I REALLY WRONG!

In my years since graduating, the special needs fraud has gotten far worse.  If you are accused of a crime, it’s now a priority to be declared special needs. Not only does it guarantee leniency, but it also likely results in dropped or dismissed charges.  If you want a medical marijuana card?  Just go doctor shopping, hell my sister got a doctor 3 counties over to issue her a diagnosis for a medical marijuana prescription for her monthly visitor.  NO one in this county or the surrounding ones would issue it, but head to Modesto, swipe your insurance information, and viola here you are.  Smoke and toke like Cheech and Chong, you’re good to go.

Lastly, in the last 10 years, I have no idea what happened.  The people old enough to be my parents started getting in on this.  They see it as the new “race card” that needs to be played when they are cornered.  Suddenly people in their 60s are claiming mental health or “brain fog.”  They shop for a doctor and get put on a pill.

In the next installment I’ll speak about the older generation and “mental health.”

Part 1/ 3.

Thoughts as We End 2024

Christmas is over. The children have returned from whence they came. This was likely the last Christmas with their mom. In a sense it might be hard to grasp because mom cooked for them and was her usual bubbly self, but lacking the energy to go at full speed all the time.

To me their visit seemed like a pause in the progress of her cancer and its treatment. Tomorrow, we end the year with yet another visit to the oncologist. In December we have had biopsies with more cancer and findings of malignant cells. Mom now admits that she is experiencing stage 4 cancer. The cancerous cyst removed from her back appears to be growing back and feels larger than the one removed just a few short weeks ago.

2025 will begin with one of three possibilities; immunotherapy, chemotherapy, or no further treatment because it won’t matter. Due to chemotherapy being ineffective, I think that is not the most likely option. Immunotherapy ended last time in hospitalization and the beginnings of several organs starting to fail. I think my wife is hoping for this option but with better monitoring. The option that further treatment is futile is one that polite conversations don’t discuss.

Jimmy Carter died yesterday. He was arguably the worst president of the 20th Century. Carter’s biggest claim to fame was making it to 100 years old. Joe Biden makes Jimmy look good by comparison; however, Biden has been functionally braindead for most of his term in office. Who was running the country is not known yet. The “tell” as they say in magic and gambling is whether Democrats will fight over credit for Biden’s Administration or just ignore his failure and look to the future (2028).

Trump is casting a large shadow over the political landscape and Biden becomes more irrelevant every day. As I said last time Trump was in office, I don’t care what he says. The only thing that matters is what he does. To have any lasting legacy, he needs to get legislation approved by the Congress and signed into law. At a minimum he has two years to do that. I hope Trump will unleash hell on the swamp from day one.

As for the Elon Musk committee to cut waste, I have doubts that much will really happen. I think it’s doomed just as the Grace Commission was under Ronald Reagan. Look for Republicans to campaign on the Committee’s findings but fail to implement the suggestions into law.

As for church stuff, I’m really getting excited about the Bible thanks to Brian Godawa and his writings. I also have been going through a podcast that he participates in called Iron and Myth. I have added what they describe as a supernatural view of the Bible to my other beliefs about God.

I also have benefitted from some sermons that I downloaded from Doug Wilson. Both Wilson and David Chilton have teachings that touch on the supernatural view of the Bible, but they don’t elaborate on it much.

Lastly, I have been going through training to be a Deacon at my church. Mostly, it has consisted of going through the Westminster Larger Catechism, although we will eventually get into another book as well.

The church which we attend has been very generous to us. Frankly, Christmas wouldn’t have happened without their support and caring. I wanted to give them a “shout out” without going into details.

Have a good New Year.

Genealogy Slash Photo Project

In an effort to reduce the amount of physical stuff we have in our house; my winter project is to scan the photos that we have accumulated. As I see it, my job at this point is not to cut or cull stuff just reproduce it digitally.

Wouldn’t you like to be a Pepper too?

Folks, this is a daunting task. I started in January with two boxes of my stuff which were mostly photo albums. The rest of it belongs to my wife. She has boxes from both her grandmothers plus her mom plus her stuff. I started with 8 boxes. There are more boxes that may have stuff in them but you gotta start somewhere.

1973 Disney World in Florida

During January, I finished going through about two and a half boxes. Thus far I have the following to report: 13,447 individual files and 159 gigabytes of storage space. There’s actually more but you get the idea. The age of the photos is about a 100-year span from the 1890’s to 1990’s. In addition, there are newspaper clippings, recipes, diaries, and other stuff.

1916 — Horse Team Gilbert Hill

One of the unique things in and amongst all this stuff are scrapbooks that seem to have their origin with people of limited means. One type of scrapbook from some distant relative was created from an existing book and that was covered on every page with clippings from various newspapers. Not only do you get deaths and births but entries into social pages, news articles, and a host of other things that seemed important to the person that created the book. Some are scrapbooks with five or six columns of articles on each page: front and back. The box I’m working in now has a few of these in the bottom. They look to be very labor intensive to scan. In fact, I may have to buy a book scanner to do them. I won’t really know until I start on them, probably next week.

1946 Canada Park Permit

To do this project, I’m using an Epson photo scanner (Model FF-680W). It works great but needs constant cleaning. This scanner does both front and back of photos. In addition, it also tries to auto-correct color. I am also using a multifunction HP printer/scanner (Officejet Pro 7740). Most photos have been done at 1,200 dpi and other things have mostly been 600 dpi. I am using both the Photo app in Windows 11 and ACDsee photo software. The software is mostly for cropping and touching up the things that I scan.

The Blog Father back in 1987

An example of what I’m scanning is Grandma’s scrapbook for the 1946 road trip to Glacier National Park, Canada, Utah, and other parts of the West. She has 109 pages for this road trip with receipts, postcards, personal photos, handwritten narrative of each day and so forth.

1946 — Gorilla at Crescent City CA (early Bigfoot?)

Not only is it an insight into my wife’s family but also a glimpse at post-war America. An additional ten pages in the scrapbook were for a much shorter trip in 1947. This scrapbook yielded 660 files.

1946 Old Faithful

I know I won’t complete this project before spring, but I hope to make a dent in the pile.

Joe English Band at Orlando for Jesus 1984

Next, I will need to tag people in the photos and try to sort them by year. Part of this will allow the first cutting of unknown people out of the pile. This is afterall a genealogy project, at least in part. Of course, if the children don’t get going with grandchildren, then this project will lose much of its importance.

Killed my first deer about 1974, Blog Father with Grandfather Jim

I must say that I have a greater appreciation for the resilience and determination of past generations as a result of this project. I have so little information about my own family that to see another that did try to give to the next generation evokes many emotions in me.

EV Utopia an Illusion

Of all the things to blog about in the days leading to Christmas, I am choosing to vent about electric charging stations. No, I’m not crazy enough to buy an electric car but we did end-up with a hybrid Jeep. It gets great mileage but works differently than my wife’s old Ford. This vehicle has the ability to plug in and charge the battery.

I think the difference between the Ford and Jeep hybrids is this; the Ford’s propulsion is electric and is augmented with essentially a gas generator while the Jeep is run by the gas engine which is helped by the electric battery.

Anyway, since we don’t have a garage, we have no place in Idaho to charge the Jeep. Plugging it into 120 VAC takes over 15 hours. The token charging station in our area does not have a compatible plug. This I am learning is a common problem.

Anyway, since we are visiting relatives at Christmas time, I thought we could try charging the battery at least once during the trip. At a stop in Oregon, we encountered three charging stations. Each station had two different plug ends. Yep, six different plug options. The second station was out of order. As a result, we couldn’t charge our Jeep. Station two, the one out of order, had the only correct plug. Strike One.

After we entered the once Golden State, we made our way to see an old high school friend. Said friend had previously owned two electric Chevy’s. His plug was on a 25-foot cord and fit the Jeep. During our visit, we got the battery up to 81 percent charged.

Once we arrived in the East Bay Area, we thought surely, we could find a charger here. We literally looked at about two dozen stations. The only ones we could find that fit our Jeep were out of order. Most of the others were attached to Teslas. Strikes two and three.

So, we have yet to get a full charge on the battery and as things stand now, we won’t on this trip. I only want to charge it once in a while to keep the battery in working order.

This points out the stupidity of forcing everyone into electric cars. Vehicle plugs are not standardized, the charging stations are often broken, and there’s just not enough to make the technology viable. My car doesn’t need to be charged in order to run but if the technology is available why can’t I use it?