Re: another generation in training

Yes, you are right Donna. I do not know my way around the present culture of little girls and boys. Maybe this is why it's easier for me to notice the trained-rat effect, especially when it manifests en-masse.

Maybe you remember a post from over a year ago. It talks of some of the random experiences I'm afforded living in a small neighborhood that is slowly being edged out by all the add ons "progress" to the House that Bud built? FYI, on that count alone, remember the man in the purple house? Well, he's been gone for several weeks now. As of yesterday, along the whole mile long strip of narrow neighborhood pass-thru road that runs through this neighborhood AND runs directly adjacent to Bud's house, all but 3 houses have been vacated. This is 3 out of roughly 30 previously occupied homes. Another 35 or so pieces of property have also been taken, but those were pieces not occupied by residents, instead they were empty yards, or perhaps private parking lots, and in one case a small momNpop grocery. Anyway, there was some new headlines the past 3 days. One resident - ONE RESIDENT - out of all of them, had taken a stance. Guess what? Wednesday the local judge ruled on his case. The front page headline ran the judge's ruling "GET OUT!". The judge ruled there was no merit to his case, and said further "if you are not gone by this Friday, I authorize the state to physically evict you and your belongings....that ought to light a fire under you". Yesterday was Friday, today there was a new story on the front page. It recapped briefly the "peaceful end" to the short standoff that began Friday morning... don't you just love it when the media couches these kinds of benign situations into present-day "ooooh, spooky homeland paranoia to worry about, folks!, but rest assured, your thug HSA goodguys won out in this case, without incident to boot!". I passed by there yesterday and today. Yesterday there was some trucks to remove the fellow's belongings. The other 2 holdouts are at the other end of this strip, about a mile away, and apparently their location is not close to where the project is soon to begin. Demolition is supposed to begin this month.

Anyway, back to the trained, squealing rats effect. This aint no little day dreaming girls playing with Barbie doll effects. Neither is the Hannah hysteria. It might be easy to perceive it at that, and I'm sure that helps the brainwasher's mission, but to repeat, this is not that. It might be in part what that old fashioned effect helped spawn, but this is not that. From my yard, I can garden in relative peace....except on game days. I estimate the garden is 400 yards away from the center of the minor league ball stadium that is the house Bud built. During the month of May, when the end of school season is approaching, there are lots of days when school kids from all over the county are bussed to Bud's house. In the beginning 2 years ago, I would wonder for days and days "what IS it that they are doing to these kids to get them to squeal in unison for minutes at a time by the thousands?". This sequence would go on for the duration of the entire 9 inning game. Eventually I could figure out that the group squealing effects were coming during the in-between innings time. Then one day Spring a year ago dad came by and we went to a game, and this happened during the month of May. I got a close up view of small girls and boys by the thousands who had been trucked in from where ever they call home/school. I observed generally that the many of them - especially the older ones, like, the 7th graders and up school crowed, did not seem the slightest interested in actually watching the game, but instead wanted to hangout out at the various one-armed bandits that adorn the back side of the inside of the stadium near all the concession stands. ( I like that word - concession stand....what do you suppose people are conceding? ;) ... video games, all sorts of games that allow the kids to bash and poke and swing and press buttons haphazardly at things for 50 cents a pop, and, of course, all kinds of "food" concessions containing lots of sugar, like pop. One of the newest Sugar crazes at this seen is this stuff called Dippin Dots. Anyway, this scene basically goes on as described for 9 innings.

Meanwhile, out on the field side of the stadium, during each half inning break, I finally got to observe up front and in person what the primary stimulants were for producing the effect of a stadium full of trained, squealing rats; trinkets, bartered and barkered by a stadium rep with a microphone at field level. Talk about organized rat stimulators. As soon as the third out of a half inning is recorded, this rep and his team of volunteers dash onto the field to unfold some marketing gimmick using various props. My favorite is the racing sausages dressed up in oversized Mascot gear. I especially like enjoy this when we get an exceptionally hot & humid sprind day. Anyway, whatever the gimmick is (usually based on local advertisers selling stuff - cars, trucks, fast food, and the like), the rep barks out instructions to the crowd to get ready for trinkets. The instructions basically explain what mindless task the little girls and boys in the crowd must execute in order to have the chance at recieving said trinket; squeal at the top of their lungs. Then barker and gang use various implements to propel trinket stuff up into the crowd. They don't actually launch the Pizzas, I think somebody in the front office got the bright idea that might not always be safe. They launch free-pizza coupons instead. It is during these moments that even the kids from the back side, even the Fonzie-wannabes and their Fonzie-chick wannabes, coem streaming out of the concession areas temporarily leaving their haven on the cash side of the operation. They too are not so cool that squealing for trinkets is above them.

Having done my own informal study, the two trinkets that produce the loudest crescendo of synchronized squealing? - free pizza, and free t-shirts. Have you ever observed, like during some sports news replays on tv news, the absolutely mindless acts that adults go through just for the opportunity to grab ahold of a stray foul ball at a pro baseball or football games? .... you know what I mean, like the knuckelheads that always make the highlight reels because they went over the railing from near the top deck, just in the effort to make a heroic snag of a baseball....and somehow they miraculously lived to tell the story? Okay, real leather pro footballs cost about $40 to $50, but really. Do people not generally know that baseballs - even pro grade ones, can be purchased for about $10 or less, and are widely available and distributed all over this nation and are generally never in short supply?

When I consider that people generally perceived to be adults are willing to behave like that, in major league cities all around this nation, and frequently end up on national tv for their efforts, and little children are likely to be watching these same news replays, it really should be no surprise or shock for me to observe how that kind of engrained behavior eventually trickles down to influence the younger minds of our world, the minds inside small girls and boys. At least in the latter, I reserve some room for benefit of the doubt, at least children have a biological reason and perhaps even some legitimate tradition for being inmature minds trapped in inmature bodies. It should not surprise me, but I gotta tell you, it was a bit unsettling to finally figure out and see first hand exactly how it is they were able to produce a stadium full of squealing human trained animals on queue, during multiple moments spread out on average across a 3 or 4 hour session.

In another 10 - 20 years or so, should I live that long, I can imagine that if there comes a day when HSA comes to take us all away, there may be some older folks who still have a mind to resist. Some of these older folks may have their youngins at their side to help form a last line of protectino - like their 20 & 30 year old grown up children, but all it will take is for an official looking person familiar with this particular quarry is to pull out a megaphone and yell "okay , who wants free pizza and t-shirts?", and suddenly the old folks find their last line of defense has instantly melted into their grown children having lapsed into some bizarre shrieking daze drooling at the mouth.