American Chernobyl: One More Identity Politics Failure
Forget about competence, if you are not a Black Lesbian or Gay dude of any color, you will not be hired.
Looks Like a Nuclear Bomb Hit Our Homeland in Ohio. Nope: Buttigieg Was Here!
Actually, I doubt if Mayor Pete was anywhere. Perhaps he is taking another Paternity Leave? If so, I want to know if he favors breast milk over bottle feeding, I also want to know if indeed they chose breastmilk; who did Mr & Mr pay for her womanly breast milk? As far as I know, men do not produce breastmilk. Oh, there is only one reason for men having breast milk; the drug RIsperidone, an antipsychotic, will cause that phenomen.
I got to see that once when I worked as a psychiatric nurse and it was really special; but I have not seen what I really want: A pregnant Man. Better yet—a man in labor.
Of course men are pregnant with all other types of fun ideas: Like hiring unqualified people to do exceptionally important stuff. Take for example this item called infrastructure. That would be our nation’s bridges, roads, and train tracks . This also includes our airports, including the system for air traffic control.
I have been confusing jets with yellow cabs since age 17. Now, many decades later, I am afraid to fly. Recently, I sent a facebook message to some old friends of ours, whom we met in Puerto Rico but decamped to the Sunshine State a few years ago.
Dick Smyth, who not only did this stress-filled job for about 35-years, also taught his craft to a university while living in Puerto Rico. At present, neither he nor his wife will fly. For now at least. The live in Florida, and if a hurricane threatens, they jump in the car. Dick told me that the equipment installed in air towers is just too old.
That should tell you something.
Once, when the couple were over for happy hour, I asked Dick if the flying public looks like a video game to him. He said yes. We are all just little blips of light. Hear that snooty first class passengers? At the time, being a blip in a video game was ok, because I figured that during my flight, someone with experience was stacking jets vertically without causing head-on collisions.
However, it is not only the experience, or lack thereof, but the equipment. One cannot get on the worldwide web while using an IBM selectric typewriter. Therefore, perhaps it is time for everyone to ditch the typewriter and get a laptop. Even more modern: a smart cell phone, which handily doubles as a government surveillance machine.
What a bargain!
Here is what is most emphatically not a bargain: Voting, appointing and hiring the unqualified because they are a black lesbian. (KJP) Or, appointing someone because they are gay, (Buttigieg.) Or electing “person of color,” (Kamala Harris) Or electing the aged, (Joe Biden.)
Yes, I am totally down with respecting your elders, because I am for damn sure an elder. Would I be a great Senator, Congresswoman, Governor or President? Nope. I can’t be special in this arena, due to my white skin and hetersexual ways. Also, even if I grew some black skin tomorrow, I confess that I am not qualified.
Nowadays, it is socially acceptable to discriminate against white people. As if Caucasians are not a racial group.
Hate to split hairs here, but as far as races go; there are only four. Negroid; white/Caucasian, Mongoloid/Asian, Negroid/Black, and Australoid. Others consider six races, which come to think of it, may be more inclusive:
Black or African American.
American Indian or Alaska Native.
Asian.
Native Hawaiian or Other Pacific Islander.
Still others cite three main races or five main races. Myself? I am so sick to death of that word RACE, that while listening to members of the New Democratic Socialist Party, I go hunting for my barf bag. (If you fly a bit, you can appropriate them from the front pocket of your seat, in case you are running out. )
Yes, lots to barf about nowadays. Lucky for me, I only have a balcony seat to the madness of the Upper 48 . We live in US-owed but not operated Puerto Rico. If we were operated by the US, our internet may work; at least sometimes. Also, our doctors may employ people who actually know how to answer a phone. It’s fun, once you learn how.
Once upon a time, I was working the afternoon shift and the other nurse took her dinner break. It was just me, my mental health techs and about 30 bipolar and schizophrenic citizens. At that time we had only two nursing teams for thirty patients.
As a flew about the unit, wishing I had rollerblades on, the dang phone was ringing off the hook. Some of my patients were also definitely “off the hook.” How can I survive until my nurse-partner gets back? More than anything, I knew that I was there to work. It is not called work for nothing. One does not have to like it; that’s why it’s called work.
I answered every phone call that came in that evening shift, “Good evening, Tower 7, may I help you?” See how easy it is!
It’s fun once you know how!
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