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Celebrating our Survival

Celebrating our Survival
I am not celebrating his death, I am celebrating our survival. I’m celebrating the ones that try. Survival is savagely satisfying. Each day is a blessing. Within each of us burns the desire to survive; given to us by our ancestors spanning 15-20K generations of hard work.
Through cold, rainy, hungry days. Through dry, thirsty, and sun burned days. Some weeks and months, suffering even more, through child birth, sickness, and broken bones.
For 330K years our ancestors slogged. Each and every one of us have this strength within us. Our family, our friends, our neighbors and even our enemies. The next time we have the luxury of being in a public place and glancing at thousands more of our kind, think about this. Celebrate this. We are all awesome. We are the best if the best, forged in suffering and the will to survive.
They fought their asses off to get my daughter and me here. I don’t take the responsibility lightly.
Placing human values on mother nature is peculiarly human. She does not have feelings. He decided that the game didn’t apply to him and he lost. I wish his descendants 20K more generations of success.
In a statement, his wife writes, “Johnny loved life and everyone he knew with his whole heart. We ask you to remember we are a family mourning an unbearable loss. Use this as a reminder to continue practicing social distancing and keep each other safe.”
We can debate about what ought to be, but stupidity *is* a death sentence. It always has been and always will be. It’s the natural order of things. Stay hungry, stay alert, stay safe.
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An Analysis of the Demographics of Opinions on Abortion

I’ve noticed that I have a lot of friends with wildly ranging opinions on Abortion. This made me curious about the statistics. Here are some observations that I found interesting about the numbers:

  • More men in the United States are pro-choice than pro-life [1]
    • 46% pro-life, 48% pro-choice
  • All women over 30 years old are more pro-life than pro-choice [1]
    • Age 30 to 49 – 51% pro-life, 44% pro-choice
    • Age 50 to 64 – 54% pro-life, 41% pro-choice
    • Age 65+ – 56% pro-life, 36% pro-choice
  • Only women aged 18 to 29 are pro-choice
    • Age 18 to 29 – 33% pro-life, 62% pro-choice
  • From 1995 until 2019 more people have become pro-life [2]
    • 1995 – 33% pro-life, 56% pro-choice
    • 2019 – 49% pro-life, 46% pro-choice
  • Since 1995, women are the ones who have changed their opinions most [3]
    • 1995 – 41% pro-life, 56% pro-choice
    • 2019 – 51% pro-life, 43% pro-choice
  • Since 1995, men’s opinions spiked on pro-life in 2009 and again in 2001, but have leveled back off.
    • 1995 – 41% pro-life, 50% pro-choice
    • 2009 – 54% pro-life, 39% pro-choice
    • 2016 – 46% pro-life, 46% pro-choice
    • 2019 – 46% pro-life, 48% pro-choice
  • Men and women’s opinions seemed to somewhat correlate up until about 2011 or 2012
    • You can see a similar shape to the curves if you look closely up until 2011 or 2012
    • After 2011 or 2012, they seem to have no correlation whatsoever (very weird to me)
  • People who make under $40K or have no college are way more likely to be pro-life [1]
    • Earn under $40K/year – 59% pro-life, 34% pro-choice
    • No college 58% pro-life, 35% pro-choice

This data over time is really interesting to me. Here are some observations:

  • People’s opinions swing wildly depending on the year
  • The same 18 year men and women, who were pro-choice in 1995, have become become way more pro-life at age 43 in 2019
  • Coincidentally, Gallup publishes easy to access numbers back to 1995 when I first became politically aware
    • 1996 was the first year I could vote
    • I feel like I was lied to about what it means to be pro-choice or pro-life
    • I feel like propaganda really had an effect on my opinion in 1995

I do understand why pro-life people are mad about liberals wanting to fund abortion clinics in poor neighborhoods. It’s so easy to make the connection to Eugenics, Margaret Sanger and Planned Parenthood, given that poor people are overwhelmingly pro-life. Also, note that Democrats and liberals are overwhelmingly pro-choice (29% pro-life, 68% pro-choice). Seems impossible since they are the party of the poor right?

It’s pretty obvious to me that Third Way Democrats like Clinton in 1995 (coincidentally, when I became politically active) traded workers issues for social issues like abortion because the Unions couldn’t support the Democratic party anymore. The left has purposefully turned abortion into a wedge issue since they don’t have any financial or workers issues to leverage now days.

Like most things, my opinion is super nuanced on abortion. I’ll leave you with a thought experiment:

Imagine a family with a husband, a wife, and three little children aged 3, 5 and 7. The father is an engineer, the wife a nurse. They are a loving and happy family, until one day the wife goes to work for night shift. On her way to the building, tragically, she is attacked, and raped. She becomes pregnant, and both the husband and wife are horrified when they are in the bathroom doing the test. They cry together and hug.

Eight months later, the husband wakes up when the 5 year old comes in the room crying because of a bad dream. The father notices her belly rubbing up against him and can’t stop thinking about as he tries to calm his child down. The wife wakes up, and the five year old asks – Mommy, I thought you said that we weren’t going to have anymore brothers or sisters because daddy “was fixed?” The mother cringes with disgust, takes a breath to deal with the knowledge that was was violated, and struggles to explain it to her 5 year old daughter.

Eight years later, they are divorced, and the children have a lot of trouble accepting their brother from the rape. When the older kids are mad, they say things like “you’re going to grow up to be a rapist like your father!” – or “you’re the reason that our mom and dad got divorced!”

Or imagine that eight months later, the same family is happy with three children. The mother and father never tell the kids. They take it to their grave. Roe versus Wade was primarily decided based on privacy. Nobody has a right to know what happened or why the woman got an abortion.




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My Covid-19 Training Routine

Over the past 3-4 years, the core of my training has centered around barbells, typically with some sort of undulating or linear progressions like a 5×5 or Wendler 5/3/1. Given that the gym is out of the question, while we are on quarantine, combined with the fact that we are preparing for a new baby, I just can’t build a home gym with barbells right now. I have fallen back to a training program that focuses on Calisthenics and pulls from the GoRuck training I did in 2019.

  1. Workout A: Focus on upper body. Typically done on Monday. Most of 1-5 can be done outside on warm days.
    1. 24 minute run to warm up
    2. 3×10 push-ups
    3. 3×8 push-ups with 40 lbs backpack
    4. 3×20 flutter kicks holding 40 lbs pack
    5. 3×20 sit-ups
    6. 3×5 Australian pull-ups with Perfect Pull-up bar unlatched
    7. 3×5 regular pull-ups
  2. Workout B: Focus on lower body. Typically done on Wednesday:
    1. .45 miles with 40 lbs pack
    2. .45 miles with 40lbs pack and 10 lbs kettlebell in one hand (alternating)
    3. .45 miles with 40 lbs pack and 50 lbs Jerry Can full of water
    4. .45 miles with 40 lbs pack and 60 lbs sandbag
    5. TBD .45 miles with 40 lbs pack and 120 lbs sandbag
    6. 3×10 kettlebell swings with 25 lbs
    7. 3×10 kettlebell swings with 35 lbs
    8. 3×20 one handed kettlebell swings with 35lbs (10 per arm)
  3. Workout C: Focus on upper body. Typically done on Monday. Most of 1-5 can be done outside on warm days.
    1. 24 minute run
    2. 3×10 push-ups
    3. 3×8 push-ups with 40 lbs backpack on
    4. 3×20 flutter kicks holding 40 lbs pack
    5. 3×20 sit-ups
    6. 3×12 reverse rows with 25 lbs kettlebell
    7. 3×12 reverse rows with 35 lbs kettlebell

Some Shortcomings

  • I’m coming back from being sick for about 3 weeks of March 2020, probably had Covid-19 (will find out when antibody testing becomes available)
    • I want to work up to sets of 5 to increase volume
    • I want to increase weight linearly, will use pack weight
  • I want to add some jump rope back in
  • I am limited to 35 lbs kettlebells because that’s all I have. I really wish I had 45 lbs, 55 lbs, and 65 lbs kettlebells
  • I want to build back up to carrying the 120 lbs sandbag on leg day
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The Ludicrous, Ridiculous, Nonsensical and Derisory Words List

I am a founding member of the secret group known only as Caos. It is known to some, that I am also a Black Belt Master of Mayhem. This invests me with a total of 16 votes, by myself, enough votes to codify this even if one or two of you don’t like it.

That said, this is a good list, a really good list, with a lot of great input from a lot of fantastic people. Tremendous people. People who are leaders in their field. Seriously. At least three people private messaged me today to tell me so. Really accomplished people. Very accomplished.

This list of words is magical. If any three or more of these words are mixed together in a single paragraph, or within two minutes of contiguous vocal communication, you are rejected.

  • United Nations
  • International Monetary Fund or its acronym IMF
  • World Health Organization (WHO)
  • Nazis
  • Deep State
  • New World Order
  • Federal Reserve
  • Lucifer or any other moniker referring to the Devil
  • Spirits
  • Homeopathy
  • Insulin Resistance
  • White Supremacist
  • Capitalist Cis Hetero-Patriarchy
  • Crisis Actor
  • Creationist
  • Wheat Belly
  • False Flag
  • Microaggression
  • Gluten Sensitive
  • 5g
  • Super Natural
  • Super Foods
  • Aliens
  • Military Industrial Complex
  • Microbiome
  • Any diet name (examples include Keto, Carnivore, South Beach, etc)
  • Illuminati
  • Free Mason or Mason
  • Globalist
  • Disarm America
  • Dangerous Vaccines
  • Heavy Metals
  • More to be added as necessary
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Cookie: Sammy Had a Plan

The year was 1984, and I went to 4th grade at McEbright Elementary School in Akron Ohio, the failed Rubber Capital of the world. It was a lovely old, inner city school around the corner from the Summit county jail. This was the third inner city grade school I had attended, so I felt fine there. I had a lot of good friends. We used to hang out in the front yard doing ninja flips, wrestling around, and playing with Transformers. We loved playing with Transformers, we would even trade them. My best friend was this stocky little black kid named Sammy, and we also had this other skinny black kid in our group that hung out all the time (sadly, I can’t remember his name anymore). It was us two skinny dudes, and Sammy hanging out all the time. Sammy was kind of the leader of our little crew. We were lal kind of weirdos and used love to sprint as fast as we could, I mean full out sprints. It was a blast when you’re a kid. I used to love hanging out with them and things were going pretty good. That is, until I had a run in with Chris Calise.

Chris Calise was kinda like the bully from the movie Christmas Story. He was brown haired white kid d always had his idea kick Marc with him. And, needless to say Chris and his side kick didn’t like me. In inner city schools like this, often it’s just a social hierarchy game. Everyone is looking to climb the social ladder with the only capital they have access to, social status. You might call it Lord of the Flies in an inner city school. Apparently, he thought I should show deference to him as king of the white kids. Well, I wasn’t really into deferring to people or submitting to them, so Chris didn’t like me.

One day, Sammy and I were running around the playground at school during lunch, playing our usual game of sprinting and running. Kids were everywhere, and we used to love running in between them, jumping up on the railroad ties, and jumping off. We were basically doing little kid missions. While running around with Sammy, I noticed Chris Calise glaring at us, especially me. Whenever I was with Sammy, I was never too worried about Chris starting a fight with me, because I knew Sammy would back me up. But, I wasn’t prepared for what happened next. We were sprinting in between a bunch of kids, and lo and behold, I felt someone trip me. I mean, we were sprinting full speed, and they tripped me good. I was airboard, face first, flying through the air like Superman. I put my arms out, but still landed on my nose, at a 45 degree angle with my legs above my head. It felt like I slid a couple of feet. There was blood everywhere, and all in my eyes. I could barely see. I had never felt a pain that bad in my life. I didn’t see it coming at all, and I had no idea who did it.

They rushed me to the school nurse, and tried to put bandages on it to stop the bleeding. It stung bad, I mean really bad. There were ven It’s of asphalt in the wound. They didn’t take me to the hospital, but by the time it stopped bleeding, I had this giant, black scab on my nose that looked like one of those Roman helmets with the piece of metal that comes down over your nose. I had that scab on my nose for a weeks. Parts would come off, and then it would bleed again, and the scab would form again. It was bad and I had scars for years. While I healed, I tried to figure out if it was Chris Calise or one of his buddies. I was pretty sure it was, but nobody admitted to doing it. They obviously would have gotten in trouble. Every single kid in the school knew who I was after that incident. Chris Calise and his friends would laugh and point at the crazy scab on my nose.

Well a few months later, I was healed up and pretty much back to normal. I was back to playing with Transformers, doing flips in the front yard, running and sprinting with Sammy and the gang. It wasn’t long until things flared up with Chris and Marc again. This time, they wanted to fight me and they had a group of three or four kids. Everyday at school it escalated, but weren’t brave enough to do it at school. They threatened to get me after school. Since they had three or four kids even Sammy was a bit worried.

Sammy offered to have me walk part of the way home with him and his brother. His brother and his brother’s friends offered impenetrable protection because they were in 6th grade and way bigger than us. Sammy and his brother’s house wasn’t exactly by me so they would only be able get me about half way home. His brother and friends didn’t feel like walking out of their way and all the way back to save a little brother’s friend’s hide.

It was better than nothing because it got us away from the school a good bit, but I still had to part with Sammy’s crew and walk down this one street alone. Sammy and I brain stormed this logistics problem up and down. Sammy thought about escorting me solo, but then they would have ganged up on Sammy on his way back. So, Sammy came up with another plan.

The next day, he shows up at school with this round metal pipe plug. He hands it to me and says “put this in your backpack, and if they corner you, just swing your bag and hit one of them in the head.” This piece of metal must have weighed 5lbs, and the idea was that it would split one of their heads open and end the fight by scaring the other three kids. Of course, I don’t want to look weak, so I took it, said “OK” and put it in my bag.

The whole day, I had that metal thing in my backpack. It was old, and looked like it had been painted red and buried at some point. I visualized hitting Chris in the head with it and realized that if I actually succeed, he might die. I hated him, but I didn’t want to murder him. But, it was the best plan that two 9 year olds in the ghetto could come up with, so we executed. After school that day, I walked about half way home with Sammy, his brother and friends. When it was time for me to leave them, Sammy and I solemnly said goodbye. I headed off by myself. I was scared as hell. I was worried I might kill the kid, I was worried they might take it away from me and kill me with it. I started my journey like a deer in the wild, knowing I could be under observation by a pack of predators. I looked around like crazy, and ran most of the way home. Luckily, Chris and his crew are nowhere to be found. Day one was a success.

Days and weeks passed. I carried that piece of metal in my backpack and I never told my mom, any teachers or anyone else really. It was Sammy and my secret weapon. I visualized hitting Chris in the head with that piece of metal hundreds of times. A few times after school and on weekends, Chris and his crew got close to catching me on the way home, but I always outsmarted them, or out ran them. During those weeks Sammy and I didn’t really ride around the neighborhood or play in my front yard. It sucked living in fear like that.

Finally, the heat died down and it returned to Chris and Marc just talking trash. We never ended up hitting anybody with that piece of metal but I was ready to. I kept it for years and years. Every time we would move, I would find it tucked away in some drawer, or some box.

I miss Sammy. He was a good dude. I think back and who the hell knows what happened to him. Could be in jail, or he could be a doctor, I have no idea. I have another great story with Sammy which I’ll share in a future cookie.

That crazy scab, and our preparedness with that piece of metal are another cookie in my cookie jar.

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