Couple days back, Scotty The Retard texted and asked if I wanted to fly on Humpday. I checked Windfinder on the cell and said, nope - I wouldn’t be flying and neither would he. Unless he wanted his RC planes to end up in Saskatchewan…? The winds were awful. I gave him shite too - Windfinder is a free app you can plug into your cell phone… I woulda thunk an RC ace like Scott would be all over it. But he’d never even thunk about it. It didn’t occur to him that such a tool was available.
For old stubfarts, it’s a point of pride to be able to shun the cell, and some see it as an infernal device that can steal your soul and get you in real trouble. It’s wise to remember though - our kids and retards are not addicted to the phone… they are addicted to the unhealthy apps on it and social media sites. I know BP and ASM often present scholarly lectures on how abusive gubbimint officials and their fart catchers will use the cells to track and monitor citizens and keep tabs on their compliance with their edicts, or use it to gather evidence to incriminate dissidents they hate and disagree with. My rebuttal to that is that they no longer need evidence to incriminate dissidents - they will fabricate it if they need it and even murder you in cold blood if it suits them. Your cell is a tool. Use it. It’s like any tool, you master it, not the other way around. If it becomes a liability… then throw it away. It’s as simple as that.
Likewise people counsel that you don’t post personal info on the internet. Hogwash! I do it all the time, anonymously of course. Right now I am going through a bit of an emotional ordeal with my elderly mother, who is, to put it succinctly - a cantankerous bitch. She’s fond of head games and shit tests and emotional blackmail… and she’s really tough to take. When I post about stuff like that, helpful folks in the same pickle tell me how they deal with such things. Mike started popping off about his mom… and he is going through the same BS that I am, almost word for word. A lot of folks would sit and struggle with it in silence and maybe that works for them… but I draw comfort and support from others that face the same issues.
I know I nearly came unglued when my gay daughter ran away to join the circus. Prior to her going dark, we had a few very unpleasant exchanges. My daughter who had the world by the tail and could have done anything she wanted, or been anything she wanted - literally turned into a shrieking lunatic overnight. I seriously wondered if drugs were involved. I discussed it with others on the internet and was often censored by moderators, fact checkers, and other moral and intellectual superiors for being too truthful. A kind soul kindly pointed me to a closed group on MSN where parents of gay children can discuss it in candour and honesty. I applied to join the group and was accepted.
A major in the USAF was having the exact same issues with her daughter. It was like me and Mike with our moms: that lady was out on the east coast somewhere, and she told me exactly what my kid was doing and more importantly - what she would do next. She told me that the kid would start making false accusations about abuse. Sure enough, the kid did. The major told me that she would go completely dark, and it was possible we’d never see her again. She was bang on the money. A truck driver in Texas said that eventually the kid would also turn on the family that loved and supported her even in spite of her sexuality. He was bang-on the numbers too. Apparently these are established behaviour patterns for lesbian social justice warriors and at the time… it was all new stuff to me.
Eventually MSN found our hateful group and shuttered it. I never heard from that airforce woman or the truck driver again. It’s a shame, they saved my sanity during a very difficult ordeal. If they ever come across the Thunderbox, I hope they’ll check in. They helped me more than they’ll ever know. We all know now the ways of these people, but back then it was all new. We face the fallout from the things they do every day now.
The Thunderbox is NOT a safe place. It’s a tool. If you have an issue with the modern world, feel free to chat about it here. You might get the odd splinter from the Thunderbox, and the old comic books and liberal rag sheets make for awful TP… but if you need relief… it’s my intent to make it the place to be.
I really appreciate all of you that have dropped in to use the facilities.
Have a good Thursday.