Swimming with Piranha in Alabama

I was basically “homeless” for a year after my mother died.  Not really a “run-away”, because nobody on either my mother’s side or my father’s side took the initiative to take me in after her untimely death. Between both sides of the family, there were eight sets of aunties and uncles. I’ve never been angry or bitter about that. It is what it was in 1963, when Catholics had tons of kids, even for a few of them, it wasn’t about religion or lack of birth control. One of my aunts had six kids spread between three different “fathers”. We all know what SHE was spreading, (rhymes with eggs).

So I was homeless. Not too long after mom left us, and not too long after I found out my relatives were going to place me in an orphanage, (this was less than a week after the funeral), I took off from my temporary lodging at my Uncle Bob’s house and headed south. I had no destination, I just headed south. Eventually I made it to California, but that’s a whole other story.

By the time I got to somewhere in Bumfuck, Alabama, I was pretty ripe. I had not bathed in two weeks or so. By the time I reached Alabama, I had hooked up with another kid (a run-away?). On this particular day that I am now writing about, i.e., my “Piranha” experience, my hitch-hiking buddy and I came upon a really awesome lake. Time for a bath. At least a great time to cool off as well. I remember this lake, and the spot where a creek crossed under the highway, where we could climb down the bank of the ditch right where the bridge for the highway crossed over the creek.

At this spot we were about fifty feet from the lake and the entrance of the creek into the lake. Both sides of the creek were cleared of trees and brush, back about 25 feet, so we just walked the fifty feet along the creek, to the lake. The nearest structures were a small gas station, bar and cafe two miles back along the road from where we had just walked.

Interesting side story about the cafe, or roadhouse, whatever it was. It had a sign (this was 1963) above the front entrance that said, “WHITES ONLY”. As I opened the door and walked in to the place, (with my hitch-hiking buddy still standing outside on the lower steps), this old white dude behind the bar/counter directed a quick, almost growling question in my direction, “Boy, you with that nigger out there?”, simultaneously as I shook my head up and down signaling a “Yes”, he said, “Niggers aren’t allowed in here, and since you’re with him, you can do an about-face and get the fuck outa here”. I found out for the first time in my life what racial discrimination and segregation was all about.

Out behind the building was several wooden picnic tables, a few folding tables, and those school-type metal folding chairs. Ben, my traveling buddy and I had lunch, sitting there with about twelve other black folk. I had fried catfish, hush puppies, and a coke as I recall.

At the waters edge, far enough away from the two-lane highway, I felt comfortable that no one would see us. The nearest house on the lake was quite a ways away from where we were. Skinny dipping. My pal Ben had already run into the water, having stripped ALL of his clothes off. So, I stripped down to my birthday suit and ran into the water.

If you have ever been homeless, you will know that even if it is, in this instance, a lake, not a bathtub, you are so greasy-filthy-dirty, you begin to soapless wash your entire body, and you can feel with your hands that you are also rubbing/washing dead skin off. It comes off in little tiny particles, as well as some larger pieces of dead, sun-burnt skin.

Imagine, if you have ever had pet fish in a fish tank, and as you sprinkle the fish food into the tank, the fishfood slowly sinks, and your pet fish, Hinky, Dinky, Parley, and Vooooo, and their seven other brothers and sisters frantically begin to devour their dinner as if they had been starved for a week.

Not even in the water five minutes, and I notice little fishies starting to munch on my dead skin. “Hey Ben, you ought to see this, I’ve got a bunch of minnows swimming around me, having a meal on me”, Ben acknowledges the same thing.

Little fishies going wild around me, going after the dead skin, dirt, and whatever else. Two minutes later, larger fishies appear, having a field day on all the dirt, dead skin, and toe-jam I am washing off my body. Some of the larger minnows have now attracted even larger FISH to join in the feast. Mind you, I did not wash off enough stuff to attract all the fish in the lake. I figure it was just the crescendo of activity around me.  Now here’s a couple three or four or five, REALLY much larger fish, Bass I think, mixed in with the two or three hundred smaller fishies.

I just got bit. Not once, but four or five times, water not quite “boiling” like in the movies, after all, these were not Piranha I told myself, but that’s what I suddenly yelled out, “PIRANHA!!!!……THEY’RE EATING ME ALIVE”, as I started swimming back to shore from the neck deep water.

Think about it for a minute, you are dirty, buck-naked, chest deep, with a slight marijuana buzz going on, AND this feeding frenzy is happening all around you. You feel something biting your tiny little cold-water shriveled-up penis. That was it…..It took me about a minute to swim back to shore.

You later find out that this particular part of the lake was where the State Fish & Game folks “Stocked” the lake with several different types of little fishies a couple of times a year. Earlier that day, they had dumped about ten thousand of these various-sized little fishies into that stream that fed into the lake.

No moral to the story, but I do appreciate you taking the time to read this memory of mine.

Peace & Abide,

 

 

Dr. T. C. “Tom” Saxe, DD

 

 

 

 

Strain: Grand-Ma’sBellyButtonLint, harvested October 23rd, 2017

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ALL LIES MATTER!!

“A decent person apologizing is like a fresh spring breeze, compared to the excuse-filled bullshit that comes from a selfish person’s mouth” – Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD

Selfish person’s mouth? Or how about in Trump’s case, someone with NPD, (Narcissistic Personality Disorder)” Lack of truth without an apology, let alone remorse

Howdy folks, this bit of info from the Mayo Clinic is Trump! 8 months until his Impeachment is my guess. What’s the Vegas Odds right now?

FROM THE MAYO CLINIC:  Narcissistic personality disorder is one of several types of personality disorders. Personality disorders are conditions in which people have traits that cause them to feel and behave in socially distressing ways, limiting their ability to function in relationships and other areas of their life, such as work or school.

If you have narcissistic personality disorder, you may come across as conceited, boastful or pretentious. You often monopolize conversations. You may belittle or look down on people you perceive as inferior. You may feel a sense of entitlement — and when you don’t receive special treatment, you may become impatient or angry. You may insist on having “the best” of everything — for instance, the best car, athletic club or medical care.

At the same time, you have trouble handling anything that may be perceived as criticism. You may have secret feelings of insecurity, shame, vulnerability and humiliation. To feel better, you may react with rage or contempt and try to belittle the other person to make yourself appear superior. Or you may feel depressed and moody because you fall short of perfection.

Many experts use the criteria in the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders (DSM-5), published by the American Psychiatric Association, to diagnose mental conditions. This manual is also used by insurance companies to reimburse for treatment.

 

DSM-5 criteria for narcissistic personality disorder include these features:

1.   Having an exaggerated sense of self-importance

2.  Expecting to be recognized as superior even without achievements that       warrant it

3.  Exaggerating your achievements and talents

4.  Being preoccupied with fantasies about success, power, brilliance, beauty or the perfect mate

5.  Believing that you are superior and can only be understood by or associate with equally special people

6.  Requiring constant admiration

7.  Having a sense of entitlement

8.  Expecting special favors and unquestioning compliance with your expectations

9.  Taking advantage of others to get what you want

10. Having an inability or unwillingness to recognize the needs and feelings of others

11. Being envious of others and believing others envy you

12.Behaving in an arrogant or haughty manner

Although some features of narcissistic personality disorder may seem like having confidence, it’s not the same. Narcissistic personality disorder crosses the border of healthy confidence into thinking so highly of yourself that you put yourself on a pedestal and value yourself more than you value others.

April 14, 2017: After reading this again 2 days later, I had a thought that I thought I should add the following thought, so let me add that thought, at the end here to tie that thought to my opening thoughts….”Think about that one for a moment”.

Number 13: For sure you will hardly ever hear of a narcissistic person apologizing in a sincere fashion, i.e., Don’t expect Trump or anyone like him, to apologize for anything.

Conclusions:

Some careers or jobs that are not a good fit for a Narcissistic person:

1.  President of the United States
2.  Dictators or similar
3.  Any other high-ranking government official that is publicly voted into office, or appointed by the POTUS
4.  All high-ranking military positions, Generals, etceteras.
5.  Any high-ranking CEO’s etceteras, of publicly traded companies
6.  Police officers
7.  Priests, pastors, nuns, rabbis, televangelists
8.  Teachers, including Sunday School
9.  Car Salesmen
10. DMV clerks

My suggestion is to have a simple screening done, sorta like a pee test for drug use, to determine if you are plagued by the narcissisticititiupyourasshole bug. If you are a person with NPD, (Narcissistic Personality Disorder)”, sorry, I don’t even want you cooking my cheeseburger for me at McDonald’s, let alone with your finger on the Nuclear Button.

Think about all the people you HAVE come across, politicians, others like police officers who are supposed to “Protect and Serve”, that suffer with this particular mental disorder. Then think about throwing some of our federal budget dollars at helping to find a cure this horrible disorder.

It reminds me of an old poem, “For want of a nail, the shoe was lost”, only in the opposite direction, i.e., from the top down.

Peace & Abide, La paz y la morada, السلام والالتزام , שלום ושמירה, Paix et Demeure, Խաղաղությունը եւ մնալը, Мир и пребывание,, 平和と遵守, 和平與恪守, Aştî û Abad, صلح و عبید, Fred och Abide, Kapayapaan at Patuloy, Frieden und Bleiben, Mir i Ostanite, शांति और निवास, Hòa bình và ở lại, Мир и Абиде, שלום און בלייַבן, สันติภาพและการปฏิบัติ, Mir in bivanje,

Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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COMMUNICATION!

That’s my introductory word. As our species has evolved over the thousands of years, the most important factor in our continuing evolution AS a species, has been COMMUNICATION. I’m not talking about the diversity of our many languages and cultures, although if you look at history, the ability to communicate with one another has been such an incredible achievement.

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“When I’m elected POTUS……….”

When I get elected, I’m switching out Air Force One. I’m opting for a Stealth Fighter. I don’t need to carry around a bunch of staff and press people. They can still take the old plane. Give me the best TOP GUN pilot there is. We will get to our destination every time, safely, and very quickly. Oh, and yes, I already have my own coffee mug, got it from my buddy Obama the last time I flew with him on Air Force One. Just give me a box of “Sushi to go”, I’ll be happy. Hahahahahaha!

 

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IF YOU REALLY THINK ABOUT IT

Our species has reached an inglorious stage in our evolution. Mankind has always warred with each other over one thing and another, mostly religion. Worldwide, mankind has managed to reach a point of spending Trillions and Trillions of dollars every year on the infrastructure of war, what we call the “War Machine”. Think about it. The HUGE amount of worldwide spending on weapons, and use of those weapons, to kill others of our own species.

Less than 1% of those Trillions are spent on humanitarian causes, or any other causes for that matter. Do the math. What does that say to us as a species? We are our own worst enemy. Other animal, plant and ocean species are being killed off by our selfishness, and we are doing a fairly good job at killing off each other.

Think about what our world would be like if we spent those Trillions of dollars on humanitarian causes, like feeding the hungry, giving water to the thirsty, giving shelter to those less fortunate, curing diseases, building and rebuilding infrastructure. Peace? Anyway, I hope you get the point. I believe we CAN overcome ourselves, in spite of ourselves. We have to start somewhere. Where do we start? Knowledge. Spread the Good Karma. Love one another.

I am an optimist. I believe that as a species, we are about to face a fork in the road of our evolution. I believe that we will take the right path that leads us to a better world, with no war machines, with no more wars, a better life for all.

What is our society coming to that we have a person like Trump as the official Republican nominee for POTUS? And, the polls are so close, it’s crazy. It’s as crazy as me thinking that people are going to “write” my name in on voting day. I can understand why Hillary is running. She’s been a politician most of her life.

The day she left the White House with Bill way back on January 20th, 2001, she said, “One day, someday, this will be my office, and I’ll have my own little Intern under the desk, hahahaha!”…..On the other hand, Trump has been and probably still is, a huge asshole.

You don’t have to be a career politician to run this country! You don’t have to be a television star/businessman to run this country either!

You do have to have “Good” Karma and common sense. ANYONE, I repeat ANYONE, with Good Karma and common sense can gather together a team of like (good karma) people with the right skills to not only run this country, but to also insure that we can, as a species, help the rest of the world strive for peace for all of mankind. Think about it.

We all know what “Branding” is. Coca-Cola, Wheaties, Trump. The use of the name “Kleenex”. Think about politics described as an aircraft, it’s “Left Wing”, “Right Wing”, and both wings are full of gas (shit). I suppose the “Libertarians” are another part of the plane, like the tail-end, the “Green” candidates are like the brakes or whatever. “Redneck Racist Bigots” (and KKK), are another part of the plane, like the toilets (filled with shit). “Black Lives Matter” and ALL groups opposing racial injustice is another section of the plane, like the lighted aisle-ways and overhead storage bins. The average non-prejudiced dudes like myself, we might be the “Fasten Your Seat-belt Signs”…………..

AND for the last eight years, a black dude (Obama) was the first African-American to pilot our plane we call the USA. Obama did a good job piloting our “plane” for the past eight years, in spite of the fact that this plane needed some work done to it to keep it flying. In fact, the last pilot, Bush, left this plane in pretty bad shape.

Folks, more work needs to be done to keep this plane from crashing into the side of some mountain. As a dude who is interested, and concerned about our planet Earth, and the evolution of our species, I hereby ask for your write-in vote on election day. I am confident that I can pilot the USA on to a brighter future for us and future generations.

Oh, and here’s a random photo of someone running for public office who has a very loose sphincter muscle for lips.

 

One “Funny Face” away from the “Funny Farm, and that’s “Funny as Hell”

When you hear someone say, “THAT WAS FUNNY AS HELL”, or, “IT’S FUNNY AS HELL, AS WELL”.   Is Hell supposed to be funny? Think about it. What’s the oxymoron of it? “IT’S SAD AS HEAVEN”???? Tough question.

The way I used it in a sentence tonight made me ponder…..In a text message to my son I said, “Tonight’s post just might be one of the best posts that I’ve ever written, plus, it’s funny as Hell, as well”.

I tried to look this phrase up tonight, and I defy my friends and readers to find the origin of that phrase. My guess is that it was a popular phrase used in sermons long ago, like, “So you think a monkey trying to masturbate while riding on the back of a Donkey is funny? It’s funny as hell!!”, the priest says.

The preachers are saying, that Hell is NOT funny at all, it’s a dreadful place to go if you spank your monkey in the boy’s bathroom at school, (or you are caught spanking some other boy’s monkey).

Or, the preacher was sermonizing on the evils of adultery and fornication, “You think it’s funny that I caught my wife fucking Dorny Osmont? It’s funny as Hell, my children, let us pray”.

Quietly, the pastor really is thinking, and smiling to himself.  He had been spanking his own monkey for years because his wife no longer loved him, and he was trying to find an excuse to leave the tub-o-lard anyway.

We all may be just one “FUNNY FACE” away from the “FUNNY FARM”, and I think that’s “FUNNY AS HELL”……

I actually wrote part of this in my sleep, and was able to remember, and write those thoughts down when I woke up this morning, and I think that is…………..Wait for it………..Funny as Hell!

So, the next time you are with your friends, and you see something really funny, say the words, “NOW, THAT’S FUNNY AS HELL!!”, then think about the origin of those words. I can guarantee you it WILL start a great conversation, cannabis or no cannabis.

What is our society coming to that we have a person like Trump as the official Republican nominee for POTUS? And, the polls are so close, it’s crazy. It’s as crazy as me thinking that people are going to “write” my name in on voting day. I can understand why Hillary is running. She’s been a politician most of her life.

The day she left the White House with Bill January 20th, 2001, she said, “One day, someday, this will be my office, and I’ll have my own little Intern under the desk, hahahaha!”…..On the other hand, Trump has been and probably still is, a huge asshole.

You don’t have to be a career politician to run this country! You don’t have to be a television star/businessman to run this country either!

You do have to have “Good” Karma and common sense. ANYONE, I repeat ANYONE, with Good Karma and common sense can gather together a team of like (good karma) people with the right skills to not only run this country, but to also insure that we can, as a species, help the rest of the world strive for peace for all of mankind. Think about it.

Peace & Abide, La paz y la morada, السلام والالتزام , שלום ושמירה, Paix et Demeure, Խաղաղությունը եւ մնալը, Мир и пребывание,, 平和と遵守, 和平與恪守, Aştî û Abad, صلح و عبید, Fred och Abide, Kapayapaan at Patuloy, Frieden und Bleiben, Mir i Ostanite, शांति और निवास, Hòa bình và ở lại, Мир и Абиде, שלום און בלייַבן, สันติภาพและการปฏิบัติ, Mir in bivanje,

Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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