"What's in Those Cargo Trains?"

Visiting a local news website this morning I read this header. It's a brief posting, proposing the question of hazardous materials in cargo trains passing by homes without community members knowing the wiser. Of course, it wasn't a real article, rather a mention to instigate interest in the special report tonight.

It's a touchy subject, one that I can, I think, view objectively from both sides. On one hand, If I own a home or occupy a dwelling close to a rail line and I'm at risk in the event of a derailment or accidental release, then I should be informed. On the other hand, most people who don't have specialized training or backgrounds won't even understand the implied hazard, and will likely blow it out of proportion. So where is the balance?

Here is my only suggestion. We are alarmist by nature. It is important to educate ourselves. You can visit the local Rail line websites and they provide a snapshot of the materials moved in your community. They also provide phone numbers for you to call in case the information they provide isn't enough. You should understand the implied risk when you choose to live near rail, since rail-freight of hazardous materials has been an industry standard protected by law, likely longer that you have been alive. According to the BNSF website, hazardous materials only account for 0.3 % of all items shipped across rail. Similarly, the Union Pacific website provides community information regarding "common carrier obligation" (IE: rail is NOT allowed to turn down hazmat shipment like trucking and barge and air can) and provides emergency phone numbers in case something seems wrong.

Just another example of us trying to vilify industry for the commodities we use daily.
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I Wonder About the President

I am wondering which person will tell our President, maybe he needs to step aside. I guess Mike Pence would take over.
If the elections were not valid maybe we will have another election. I think the President is be holding to Putin. The President should not be so close to Putin.

If it were not for the press, we could see another Hitler in our ranks.


Thong Gone

You took it harder than I expected when I told you I would no longer be selling you my dirty panties. You asked why I "left" you...Honey, because I could. I had been waiting for my divorce settlement to fund, and I was, let's say, not at the top of my game when I answered your "shmegslist" ad offering cash for worn panties. This was not, as you perceived, a romantic match made in heaven. My life sucked (all my fault)/ I was broke, addicted, desperate and had exhausted all my creative ways to renumurate...nothing left to hawk, and not YET desperate enough to hit the stro, I answered your ad.We met at a park. Panties in a bag, you pulled up and rolled down your window, Our eyes met as I handed you the bag. You smiled, and I said, "where's my money?" You handed me fifty bucks and drove off. This became our weekly or bi weekly ritual and we stayed together for a year my
My alimony put me just high enough on food chain to afford the luxury not having to rely on your generosity. Buy Bye


Hey Portlanders with 4 wheels - You Suck

Yes. This is a gripe about Portland drivers, why? Because you all suck hard. I'm including you transplants and I wouldn't dare forget you shitty Washingtonians that drive over the river: don't feel left out, you suck butthole too. Problem One: Did you know that Oregonians don't have to take drivers ed? No more wondering why everyone on the road pulls moves that make you rage to Hulk proportions. Some would say you can't be mad at them for not getting an education, yet it makes no fucking sense to give teenagers a weapon with a few buffoon parents driving them around for 250 hours or whatever the fuck the number is that they all lie about when getting their license after failing the exam 7 times at age 18. Problem number Two: Entitlement. Since the last long snow fall I have watched drivers decide that when a light turns red that does not mean that you can't still go through the intersection, and not just that last left turner, but more like 3-5 cars going through a red. WHAT THE FUCK?! Sesame Street teaches kids about red lights. What gives you the AOK to continue through one in your SUV!? The blatant disregard for red lights in this town lately has unnervingly grown to the point that it is rare and surprising to NOT see people blow through a red at an intersection. I'm sorry you are dumb as rocks and too entitled to think traffic signals apply to you, but despite my rage- PLEASE be CAREFUL. And if you are teaching a Teen to drive right now- teach them to look both ways EVEN THOUGH it's a green light. Maybe they can do better than your jackass on the road today. - The Safety Bitch.


Memo to Fellow Trump Supporters:

"Sloppy executive orders, vicious infighting among his aides, combative calls with foreign allies, apparent ethics violations and a pile-up of evidence that Trump’s team has extensive ties with Russia that may have aided his victory, as well as the ouster of national security adviser Michael Flynn." -FAKE NEWS!

Remember my fellow Trump supporters: Anything that is the slightest bit critical of the President is fake news. Everything the president says/tweets/yells is true, regardless of facts, data or evidence.

Hold strong my fellow sheep! Remain blind in our following! Do not ask questions of the president, offer no pushback! This America will be great again as long as we line up single file and follow our president into the brink!

God Bless TRUMP!!!


Harvest Time

The mind of the simpleton was ready to be plowed. Fertile ground for the sowing of right-wing conspiracy theories. Alternative facts and extremism. The right-wing media noise machine acted with extreme precision, feeding the fools with hatred and fear. Decades of fueling the poorly educated with misinformation, lies and propaganda. The right-wing noise machine hit its target with the rise of Donald Trump.

Unquestioning in their ways, unthinking in their thought process and unrelenting in their simpleminded hatred, they joined forces to elect a carnival barker who wanders the halls of the White House like a toddler seeking a warm ba-ba. The foolish sheep continue to defend the actions, lies and fact-less statements of their Dear Leader. They call out the media as "fake news," yet continue to consume every baseless tweet their Dear Leader sends. No questions asked, no push-back, just blind following.

They've been fed trough after trough of rancid shit and they no longer know what's right or wrong. They are unthinking followers of an authoritarian figurehead. They do as they are told. They think what they are commanded to think. They believe what Dear Leader believes. They're so brainwashed that they actually relish in this alternative reality.

It's also really funny to read their online comments attempting to defend the Dear Leader. I just want to pat them on their heads and say, "Aww, isn't that cute? Little Stanley just pulled shit out of his pants and ate it. Would you look at his shit-covered smile... he looks like a little Donald Trump!"


Misconsentucomication

What he asks:”Would you like to make love with me?”

What she says:” I really like you and I think that’s a very special thing between two people and it’s nice to be asked so to think that connection is there and we could have something special. I want to be sure that it’s important to you and not just physical attraction because I am attracted to you and I think you are to me also. I want to make sure you know I think you’re special and it’s a special moment and I think you’re wonderful and I hope you think the same about me and I think about you and hope you think special things about me…”

What he hears: Blah blah bark uh uh bark bark blah barkbarkbark uh uh blah blabblab blah uh nuh hhhuh uh uh ummm ummm bark blahblabhh blah bark blab blah blah uh uh um bark bark blab Blah blah bark uh uh bark bark Is that a yes? blah barkbarkbark uh uh blah blabblab blah uh nuh hhhuh uh uh ummm ummm bark blahblabhh blah bark blab blah blah uh uh um bark bark blab Is that a no?


Non-Violent Response to Texting While Driving (3)

Continued...

He's understood you. He hasn't blamed you. Together, he and you
have investigated and expressed your motivations in terms of
feelings relating to your (universal) needs being met. And so,
are you willing to hear what is alive in him? In him expressing
his feelings and needs?

You feel understood. You were meeting one of these universal,
fundamental needs by using a handheld device while driving. You
have received empathy. You have been understood.

And so.

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When I was driving and saw that you were driving around me while
interacting with your handheld device, I felt frightened because
my needs for safety were not being met.

Following Marshall's lead I might say that "It would make life
more wonderful for me if you would put away the devices until
you were parked."

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Non-Violent Response to Texting While Driving (2)

contd.

Marshall might say "I hear you saying that using your handheld
device while driving is one of the ways you meet your needs for
contributing to the well-being of your family." (for instance)

If you said he was wrong, he would generally try again. He might
guess a few times, or encourage you to try to express the need
being met in your own words. Let's assume he was right and that
the need being met was that you were contributing to the well-
being of your family. For Marshall, that might've included
taking notice of the stress you felt about the situation, etc.)

This is all called empathy. He made sure to understand your
feelings, and his genius was in helping you understand your own
feelings in terms of fundamental needs you have (and that we all
have) that were or were not being met.

You feel understood. You were meeting one of these universal,
fundamental needs by using a handheld device while driving. You
have received empathy. You have been understood.

So far, so good.

He used a curious terminology. He said that when you were able
to talk about these things in terms of your "needs" and your
"feelings", that you were talking about "what was alive in you".

When it seems clear he really understood you, he might ask if
you were ready to hear what was "alive" in him.

As you can imagine, this process might take a while, but on the
other hand you might really be ready to hear what he might say,
especially because he keeps up with the discipline of not using
blaming or judgmental language.


Non-Violent Response to Texting While Driving* (1)

Okay. I will try to do this using my understanding of the
techniques of Non-Violent Communication (NVC), as described by
Marshall Rosenberg.

I can start by giving you empathy.

In your particular case, I might be wrong, but I am guessing
that you are using your handheld device while driving, as a way
of meeting your needs, either for connecting to others, or for
making a contribution, or maybe as a source for comfort.

If he were still alive, and we could bring him into the
conversation, he might encourage you to say what particular need
that was being met by using your handheld device while driving.
He had a way of gently shifting people to keep trying to answer
him in the form of needs-being-met.

It is so simple in a way. He wasn't interested in finding blame.
As a first step, he wanted to help you understand the needs that
you were wanting to satisfy, and to be able to express them
simply. This can be surprisingly difficult, but let's assume
we've done this, and you've been able to express which needs
were being met by using your handheld device while driving.

[One reason that this is difficult is because no matter how
scrupulously he might have expressed his question about your
needs, it is difficult for any of us to not hear "blame" even if
there is nothing blame-like about it. He says we have been
trained in a language of judgment, and this leads us to make
tragic errors in the strategies we use to meet our needs.]


(Continued in #2)

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* Also includes mobile phone conversations and the time waiting at stoplights.


This Time it's Personal

Remember when the mom from Jaws made the bad decisions of making Jaws 4? It was a horrible movie, pure shit, nothing like the masterpiece that was Jaws 3-D. But that line, about it being personal, so perfect because this time, this time it's personal you fucking bloody piece of fucking shit. How many fucking time do I have to show you how to do your fucking job shit stain!? Of fucking couse I threw your sad, fat ass under the fucking bus, AGAIN. You fucking failed. AGAIN. Ya dumb fuckstick. Of COURSE I cc'd everyone and their fucking mom on that email. There ain't no fucking way I'ma let you finish this time, you fake and we all fucking know it. Not my problem YOU just cost the company tens of thousands. Not be problem no one took over the task YOU had me removed from. Suck a dick. Enjoy it under the bus, and I will continue to rise afuckbove because yet again... I'm right. You're wrong. And I got the fucking receipts to prove it.

**sips a Narragansett**


"I dnt Know"

Can someone explain this to me.

Why in the world do we develop these communication oddities? Like saying "hashtag" in actual conversation, or when people say things on facebook like "when you wake up and have no coffee." Or "when you're tired but can't seem to fall asleep." What in the actual fuck is the point of those? Please, finish the conversation.

What really has my wheels spinning is illogical abbreviating in emails and text messages. I got a text from a coworker today that said "I dnt Know." Don't and Know are both four letter words and don't is already shortened. It wasn't a typo, because this person is a chronic abbreviator. They will write a paragraph and then signature it "tks." I see this everywhere, it's driving me crazy.


It is Time to Go

yesterday the president got upset because a family member lost a good gig with her fashion line. I wonder how he will quit being the leader of America. I think it will be no shock when he fires himself, goes back to leading his families empire and his wife will have to see him a whole lot more. I think he needs some serious mental health counseling, and know no one in his family will tell him. I am glad he does not have a pet. Really I am.


Blatant Tattoo Disrespect and Discrimination

I frequent this page often. I'm aware of the topics that trend. If I bore you with yet another tattoo gripe, feel free to move on to the posts still complaining about snow preparedness and Trump.

This morning I watched a us Post service employee degrade a heavily tattooed lady. She walked up to the counter, and before any anticipated niceties came out the employee, another woman, told her she looked disgusting. The tattooed lady, probably 25—35 range, stood shocked, and then after a moment of silence questioned her. She professed that tattoos are a sin and no man would want her since she was so ugly. All of us in line were speechless. It felt like we were on "what would you do." After a few more words from the employee, the lady grabbed her package and told her she was married and hoping to have a child soon and her husband loved her dearly. She walked out.

I couldn't imagine how rough that would have been, and to have handled it with such grace. I guess why I'm posting is, I guess I just feel guilty. No one said anything, they let it be her issue. Which it was, but something still didn't feel right when she left. I admit I'm a transplant (been here for 6 years.) I really thought Portland was different than where I came from.


When Did it Become OK

My therapist suggested this site to vent.

I'm still new to this being a parent thing. But I don't ever remember a time when it was ok to just walk up to a complete strangers kid(s) and touch them. Even before I had kids I wouldn't dare walk up to a person I didn't know and start running my fingers through their hair or asking for a hug. I tried my best to just fit in here in Portland and accept the wierdrness. And I've been doing a pretty good job. I haven't been arrested for assault yet. But I'm tired of that awkward moment when I'm out in public with my kids and someone just walks up and try's to touch them and I have to be crazy daddy again and say don't touch them. They all do the same thing. Stare at you with that dumb look on their face trying to figure out if you're serious or not. And when they realize you are ,walk away mumbling something they had every chance to say to my face. I know my kids are beautiful and I see their hair everyday I know what it looks like. But the next time it happens I'm going to slap your hand. If your boyfriend or husband is close by and has a problem with me slapping your hand. I'll slap him too.