When rape is reported in the news media, many people have an irrational reaction and make sweeping generalizations about categories of people to which they do not belong.

It's east to make assumptions about everyone who belongs to one of these groups, if you don't belong to one or more of these groups: Poor people, rich people, dark people, light people, men, women, different language speaking people, skinny people, fat people, tall people, short people, bald people, uniformed people, exposed people, covered-up people, hat wearing people, facial hair people, different eye-shape people, tattooed people, political people, religious people, secular people, deformed people, low-pants people, backwards hat people, etc.

  • Rape occurs when people assume consent instead of actually asking for consent.
  • Fashion is not consent.
  • Consent as defined in your own culture does not apply in other cultures.
  • Rape occurs when people get consent but their partner is not at the legal age for consent based on state laws.
  • Rape occurs when people get consent but their partner is under the influence of drugs or alcohol.
Here are some links to help you understand consent:

Evolution Revolution

You probably heard about the recent scientific breakthrough where human embryos had their DNA altered using a new process called CRISPR. The embryos were never allowed to grow into living babies, but perhaps they should.

If we are to evolve enough to be able to survive on our toxic planet with the extreme conditions resulting from human influenced climate change, we may need to create a super-human species after all.

A species that can eat plastic for energy. A species that can survive in extreme heat and drought. A species immune to Glyphosate. A species capable of adapting its immune system to new super-infections.

The world is changing too fast for Natural Selection. We live in a global environment that requires the hand of science to reach into the abyss of unethical advancement for the sake of our survival as a species.

The Senate Movement

A photograph is worth a thousand words, so they say. It's true. One image can carry a vast amount of information, but only for people who know about the subject portrayed.

Star Wars fans are out there now, trying to make Internet search engine results first show the image of Emperor Palpatine ( actor Ian McDiarmid ) whenever anyone enters the search term "senate" or "the senate"

You can guess from this the obvious the senate is an enathema to the people.

What have we become? We have the right to question authority, yet we seem to elect the worst kind of people. Why? Because we are manipulated into doing so. We elect people who are good at appealing to our pre-conceived beliefs. Not people who know what we need and must make decisions we don't like in order to save us.

Solar System Centrifuge Hypothesis

I want to run a science experiment where I build a 12 foot wide cone that slopes at maybe only two to five degrees from the center, put it on a variable speed turntable. While the turntable is slowly spinning, I would then add water loaded with materials of varying mass, until the spinning water reaches the edge of the cone but does not flow over the edge.

The idea is to see if the materials suspended in the water settles at specific distances from the center. Would material of similar mass coalesce at the same distance from the center? Would there even be a reasonable separation of material?

Since the gravity of our solar system appears to have similarly separated the rocky inner planets from the gaseous outer planets, with some minor exceptions, I'm wondering if in all this time we have advanced our material sciences and built a Periodic table, we have only discovered a fragment of the material that exists in the universe?

Mutant Apocalypse Nightmare

After a series of stupid mistakes that served to remind me why I can't have nice things or a nice job, I had a horrible and long nightmare. The culmination of my mishaps lead to an ultimate failure.

The team of scientists were anxiously awaiting my entrance to the facility with the launch codes and the formula to release a vaccine around the world to prevent something, God knows what. I get out of the truck and the package I'm holding slips out of my hands and bounces on the hard ground a couple of times. Everyone screams and I swear out-loud "Dammit! That's why I can't have nice things!"

I jolt myself awake for moment, The feeling is still there. I fade back to sleep and into a nightmare. I'm now in a huge facility, almost as big as a shopping mall, but there's broken glass, bullet holes, and piles of charred furniture against most of the doorways.

There are some people with me arguing about which way to run or how to fight back. Fight back against a horde of people who mutated into dog-sized hungry land-piranhas. The weird thing is they were still sentient. They tried to cajole me into letting them have my legs. One was almost persuasive, but he was just too gross looking.

I finally ran out of places to hide.


Road Rage Nightmare

I finally had one of those dreams where you wake up from a dream within a dream. I never thought it possible until last night.

I dreamed I was driving on the road behind some jerk who was swerving and braking in front of me, just to try and make me crash into him, when I just thought 'to Hell with this jerk' and just put my foot on the gas, slammed into his rear end, and drove him off the road. He flipped and then my car rolled over and over. in a cloud of dust.

I woke up. At first I thought with great relief it was just a dream, but I gradually realized I was in a strange hotel room and not at my real home. I got up and looked out the window and my car was not there.

The feeling of dread instantly washed over me. "Oh my God! This is not a dream! It's not a dream!" This was the feeling you get the moment after the moment you have a car accident, where at first you deny it's real and almost convince yourself it's just a dream, but the next moment is the dread you feel knowing there is no escape from the situation.

The hotel room had cheap wood paneling and tan trim loosely nailed around the windows. The details of the scene sharpened as if I was really coming awake. Then I woke up in my real bed but I wasn't sure.

Night Panic

Chronic Anxiety is hard to deal with, especially if you can't afford health care. I was diagnosed back in 1999 when I had company insurance. I haven't had a Doctor since I was laid off in 2001. While I could afford the prescription for Busbar I was able to recognize that what I was feeling was internal, and had nothing to do with anyone or anything else. This is when I learned that I owned my feelings, all of them.

Occasionally when I get acclimated to a different work or living environment I tend to forget that I choose how I feel in every situation. Then in the dead of night when I wake up in a state of near panic, I get out my earbuds and listen to through my phone. Specifically, Blues Before Sunrise. You can find the play list at

The key is that it's not the music I grew up with. It's from long before I was alive. Listing to familiar music just makes me emotional, nostalgic and regretful, reminding me of the old days when I thought people made me feel bad and I reacted badly.

If nothing else works, try the steps at

First and Last Sight

It was the summer of 1977, the first week of July. I always spent the month of July in Old Mission, every year for as long as I lived.

The house seemed a hundred years old. I think it was built by doctors who escaped from the cities during the influenza pandemic that followed the first world war. It was dark and old.

Usually the front door is wide open and the screen door keeps the bugs out, but for some reason I remember the front door was closed. It was dark in the front hallway when I heard the knocking. I must have been on the porch or something, but I remember seeing Johnny when I opened the door.

'Finally! Someone else was in Old Mission!' I thought.

Johnny told me he brought some friends with him and he wanted me to meet them. All was right with the world. Then I was walking down the old sandy, cracked sidewalk toward his house.

He introduced me to his cousins Luke and Sally. If I can recall, I probably thought at that point that it was going to be a pretty good summer. Then, there she was, kind of hiding out behind Sally.

She had blue eyes and blonde hair and I must admit that was a major factor in my qualifications for attractiveness at the time, but when our eyes met, it was as if we communicated data from a past relationship.

We knew we belonged to each other. As if we separately held the keys to each others hearts from the beginning of time.

I wanted to spend every waking moment with her. Bridgett. I will never forget. We were naive children at the time and never engaged sexually. Even a few years later we met again, and I was still ignorant.  I think of nothing else but what I could and should have done.

To this day I wait for a relationship, of any kind, with anyone.

The Magic Material

Once upon a time during a raging war, there was a chemist who invented a material that could stop bullets. It was so amazingly resistant and a very light, flexible material.

The chemist won a huge government contract to create armor for military vehicles, aircraft, ships and even uniforms. The material passed every test on the gun range. There didn't seem to be any shrapnel and nobody could find the fired bullets and bombs. They had to go somewhere but nobody found out where. It didn't matter because the tide of the war had turned and our side was winning the war.

One night several weeks later the chemist was startled awake by loud banging and crashing sounds. He ran down into his laboratory to find it in ruins and the material he invented in tatters, which it turns out only absorbed kinetic energy and kept it in temporary suspense.

The end.