Wednesday, March 25, 2026

I DON’T UNDERSTAND LGBTQ+

 





 

 

There is a difference between prejudice, bigotry, and political correctness.  All three are personal opinions that shade a subject according to the perceiver.  And each is intended to limit the freedom of action and expression of others.

 

Prejudice is an attitude that prevents the objective consideration of an issue.

 

Bigotry is intolerance linked to prejudice. 

 

Political correctness is an effort to avoid making others uncomfortable through actions or language, regardless of whether such actions or language are correct. Political correctness also makes it uncomfortable to express ribaldry - humor that borders on indelicacy - which I find amusing.  

 

 

Scientifically, genetically, there are two genders, male and female, the inseminators and the progenitors; but the blurring of sexual orientation has existed since the advent of mankind.  It even shows itself in our closest cousins, the chimpanzees.

 

LGBTQ+ has nothing to do with gender science, but identifies how an individual feels.

 

At a personal level, I do find all of the gender categories confusing.

 

Lesbian: I get it. 

 

Gay men: I get it.

An aside: Gay men I have met are the nicest people.  But kissing some dude and seeing him necked is not on my bucket list.  My brother-in-law is gay.   He is the most loving and considerate person I have ever known, and I love him dearly.   I would hold him up as an example for any young boy to emulate.

 

Bi: Why not?

 

Trans: Now there is a perplexity.  Attractive looking, nice skin, nice breasts, all the correct orifices; never have periods, never have PMS, never suffer menopause – I would think females would be jealous.

 

Queer: now what’s that?  You already have LGBT – What's the difference? 

 

+ : Come on.  How many categories do we need?   You should watch who you associate with your group.  At some point, you will look ridiculous.

 

It is all about sexuality and our feelings and proclivities.  Let’s not exclude heterosexuals.   Make that group feel included.  LGBTH 

 

But the real question might be: Why do we need to identify ourselves with any group?   Groups divide us. 




 

Like Popeye says: I am what I am what I am….

 I'm the Ol'Buzzard

 


Tuesday, March 17, 2026

WAR IS IMPERSONAL IF YOU AREN’T THERE

 





 

The people who are sending us to war don’t have any skin in the game.  To them, it is a game.

 




We destroyed their missile sights – we destroyed their navy – we are winning – we are invincible – we have casualties?  It happens.-  We’ll force regime change – take their oil – destroy their drone capability – destroy their nuclear capability – I’m the greatest President – It’s over when I think it’s over in my bones…  they say, Yes Sir Mr. President…


I would be willing to bet that Trump can not remember the name of one of the 13  military personnel who have so far died as a result of his war.


Remember suckers and losers? 





Neil deGrasse Tyson has written two books that further explore war and civilization:  Starry Messenger: Cosmic Perspectives on Civilization and Accessory to War.

 

We are now at war in the Middle East: at war, not because Iran is a threat to the homeland; not to protect Israel; not because of weapons of mass destruction; not to force regime change; not to free the Iranian people.

 

Those are the excuses.  We are at war in the Middle East because that is who we are.  We are homo sapiens.

 

Look at the history of the world.  Humans make war because it is in our DNA (see The Accidental Homo Sapiens by Tattersall and Desalle.)

 

When Australopithecus Lucy walked across the African plains, the father of her child was probably smashed in the head by his best friend, to acquire his food and his female.

 





The first battles were likely fought over food and females.   Since that time, we have expanded our reasons for killing.   


Though it is likely World War 4 will be fought over food and females. 


This war began as a vanity move by Trump - it seems to have backfired.  


the Ol'Buzzard


Let's quit calling this the Iran War.

Trump likes his name on everything

Let's call it: 

The Donald J Trump Israeli War

 

 



 

Wednesday, March 11, 2026

MORE THOUGHTS ON THE END OF THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT

 




    






The pandemic has wiped out most of the human race. Survival is not a problem.   Stores and facilities exist with adequate food and supplies, free for the taking, to accommodate the remaining population for a hundred years.

 

IF you are alone, the most dangerous entity on earth is another human.

 

So you look to find and join up with a group of humans who will not rape or kill you, as protection from other groups or individuals that might rape or kill you.

 

Then your group can kill and rape those humans they see as a threat, because that is who we are.

   

And it starts all over again.

HOMO-SAPIENS. 

 


Monday, March 9, 2026

THE END OF THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT

 




I recently bought THE END OF THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT; A book written by various authors that takes place during the aftermath of the world pandemic in Stephen King’s THE STAND.


 After the first couple of short stories, I decided to go back and reread THE STAND before completing THE END OF THE WORLD…





It has been years since I first read THE STAND, and I am so much older.  The story is still graphic, and grabs you from the start, but the under story, the story not written, the story that comes to my mind is how beautiful and natural this world would be without humans. 


In Alaska they kill the wolves to protect the moose so people can kill the moose. 

 

When I arrived in Maine in 1962 the state was not a major tourist attraction.   There was a Maine culture that was unique.   One third of the state was unpopulated – wilderness.   I ran the Allagash River, and for ten days never saw another human being. 


The population of Maine is growing.  Today, Maine is a popular tourist attraction and a cheap and safe place for retirement.   The old ‘Maine culture’ is pretty much gone. 


There are fifteen-hundred miles of snowmobile trails crisscrossing the most remote and once pristine regions of the state. 

 

The days are gone when you would walk silently through the newly fallen snow on wooden snowshoes, hear the chickadees in the trees, see a porcupine eating tree bark, and surprise deer out of its bed.

 

Now people, wearing crash helmets, ride snowmobiles at breakneck speed, screaming through the wilderness trails like Hell’s Angels on a cross-country run, seeing nothing on their way to the next lodge with steaks and a hot tub and a bar.   






The Allagash River now has guides and trips and tourists experiencing the wilderness that is no longer there. 







Earth's human population is increasing exponentially.   Resources are becoming scarce… 

 

Picture a world without humans.  Clean water.  Clean air…

  

the Ol'Buzzard









Saturday, March 7, 2026

HADACOL BOOGIE

 





I just finished reading Hadacol Boogie, the 25th in the popular Dave Robicheaux series. 


You would have to be my age before that title means anything to you, but for me, it brought back memories of my childhood in the Mississippi Delta. 

 

Hadacol was a patented tonic invented and marketed by the famous Louisiana Cajun Senator, Dudley J. LeBlanc.  It was a magic health elixir, 14% alcohol, that was supposed to cure everything from diseases to sexual dysfunction, and build strong bones and bodies.   


I was a skinny eight-year-old, and my grandmother decided I needed to put on weight, so she bought a bottle of Hadacol and dosed me every morning before school – I don’t think she was aware of the alcohol content. 

 

To my memory, Hadacol was the nastiest thing I have ever put in my mouth, and that is saying something.






















I am in my middle eight decade
so where is Hadacol now I need it?
the Ol'Buzzard








Friday, March 6, 2026

 


Daylight Saving Time






Only a white man would believe you could cut a foot off the top of a blanket, sew it to the bottom of the blanket, and have a longer blanket


the Ol'Buzzard