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Mr. Blunt and Cranky hopes that George Zimmerman really is so stupid as to not understand that “God’s plan” most likely did not include him gunning down a innocent teenager (hint: God could have struck the kid dead Himself if He had wanted to).

He further hopes that the man really is so stupid as to not have realized that having many thousands of dollars in a bank account was something to have told the judge about while filing court papers.

He also hopes that the man really is so stupid as to not know the meanings of “murder”, “abuse”, and other relevant terms.

Not to wish even more stupidity upon a world that already seems to have more than its share; but the prospect of Zimmerman’s being nearly brain dead is far less scary than his truly believing that God wants him to kill people, commit abusive acts towards his partners and others, lie to courts, and commit various and sundry criminal acts as part of His Divine Plan.

Mr. B & C

Lost in the debate over the shooting of a young man in Florida by a self-appointed guardian of public order is the amazing stupidity of said self-appointed Judge Dredd-Lite, one George Zimmerman. A judgmental, puffed-up fool with a handgun, running around, looking for trouble should have expected to find trouble, or at least, that’s what one would think.  But when he found it, he was clearly unprepared. Such a moron deserves to have a variety of stupidity named after him. 

So, in honor of His Zimmermanness, some classic examples of Zimmermaning:

Sticking one’s hand in a fire, and then being shocked when the flesh on said hand is burnt.

Drinking two fifths of Jack, driving immediately afterwards, and then being shocked when the cops pull one over.

Ignoring the “Do Not Feed the Bears” Sign and then being shocked when one gets mauled.

Ignoring police advice to leave an apparently law-abiding citizen alone, and then being shocked when he reacts negatively to being stalked and harassed.

Regardless of how the trial turns out, George Zimmerman is a walking reminder to us all of the consequences of crossing boundaries, not listening to advice, and failure to respect the right of others by minding our own business.  And of being just plain stupid.

Have you Zimmermaned today? If so, stop. If not, good for you.

Mr. Blunt and Cranky

Mr. Blunt and Cranky is fully aware of his personality flaws: indeed, his blog is named after two of them. Mind, these are only two of the many he possesses. And he is fortunate to have friends and family who are right there to make sure he is aware of said flaws whenever they manifest themselves.

One positive characteristic is his ability to say “I don’t know”. Because the yakittyyakyakyak of fake “experts” drives him straight over the edge and into the pit of barking madness, he usually restricts his own speech to topics about which he has actual knowledge. Not the most redemptive of qualities, but still, it is redeeming. Kinda. Sorta.

This writer has worked on elections (software, hardware, and humanware) over the years, and has learned one whole helluva lot about how American elections work. From when you register, to how they make sure you are you, and how they collect and count your votes, he knows a fair bit about it. So when he whupped a load o’ snark at Florida Guv Rick Scott’s illegal and /or incompetent voter disenfranchisement activities, said snark came from an expert source.

Not so most responses. Ad hominem attacks, quotations from Rush Limbaugh (without crediting the man, at that), falsehoods and just plain made-up crap, all these came flowing in. And this writer, ashamed though he is to admit it, lost his temper. Part of the fault is his, for not having better control of his emotions.

Fault also must be laid at the feet of the willfully ignorant; those who proudly speak from a complete and utter lack of facts, expertise, or knowledge.  These people speak from ignorance that they not only acknowledge, but embrace and proclaim (kind of like a kid who is so happy he got laid, he boasts of the case of clap he picked up).

From churches who teach that the fact-based knowledge of our world is not only wrong, but a one-way ticket to the fires of Hell; to the media that has been dumbed down to the point that even sheep would say “Sweet Jesus, that’s stupid”, our nation has become a haven for know-nothingism.  Meanwhile, those of us who insist on talking about facts are all too frequently subjected to verbal tarring and feathering.

And it is even sadder when many of the jackanapes who are slinging worthless lies are very bright people who made a deliberate choice to live in an echo chamber, because there is no excuse for their ignorance.  They could use their intelligence for their own and others’ benefit, but choose instead to wallow in a false, faux-mindless mediocrity that suits them (and their neighbors and nation) ill.

Your correspondent will continue to speak from facts, and admit his ignorance and error when appropriate (such an admission is forthcoming, in fact). Tough rocks for anybody who doesn’t like it.

Mr. B & C

 

Everybody knows this little rodent and what a pain in the arse he is:  a bunch of kids at recess decide to play kickball (or whatever), and he decides to be The Rule Maker. At first, everybody goes along, because, hey, it’s kickball, not too complicated, what can he do to mess it up? No worries, knock yourself out, ferret-face.

But as the game progresses, he re-writes the rules for his own benefit whenever things don’t go his way. Pretty soon, fights break out and the game goes up in flames, all because of the little snot and his sneaky crap. And he keeps doing it, recess after recess, day after day, until the whole classroom decides to take him down in the next dodgeball game. Pretty ugly scene, if you remember those days from your youth.

It is certainly no more palatable in adulthood. From bosses who “interpret” contract rules to shaft certain workers they dislike, to elected officials who implement legislation to skew the playing field in their favor, we see that the snotty little weasel was not improved by being smeared all over the second grade playground. Indeed, he grew up to be even sneakier and more mendacious than he was before. And he intends to take that old dodgeball and give it back to you, right where you will find it to be the least comfortable.

Today’s Grown-Up Little Playground Snot (GULPS) is Florida  businessman crook Governor Little Rickie Scott, who reallyreallyreally wants to make sure his team wins this fall’s electoral kickball tourney (and when one thinks about it, ball-kicking is pretty much what politics has become). In spite of the other players (the counties, the auditors, the feds, the voters, etc.) he is going to interpret existing rules and write new ones on the fly, so as to make sure he wins.

Just as in those halcyon days of yore, the other players are getting madder and madder, and the allegorical dodgeballs (lawsuits) are flying at the GULPS. Also as in those aforementioned days, he is insisting that he alone is right, and that anyone who does not follow his super-duper extra-special  personal set of awesome rules is a cheater.

Maybe we were too harsh on the GULPS when he was a wee tyke. Perhaps some gentle understanding would have helped him to grow up into something other than a sleazy, conniving, serial rule-rewriter with a heart of pig poo and the eyes of a rabid stoat.

 Or maybe we weren’t harsh enough. Pass the dodgeballs around, kids, that recess bell is ringing.

Mr. Blunt and Cranky

Most of us have no idea where laws come from, or why they exist. Some folks think that laws are the product of a shadowy conspiracy that is bent on enslaving all free people; others think they are produced by lazy people eager to get cushy government jobs. In reality, laws are written based on a perceived need that a legislator hopes to address.

That need might be headlines for the legislator; it might be a real problem experienced by a constituent; it might be a budget shortfall or civil rights matter; or it might be to curry favor with a funding source, especially when the legislator needs campaign cash or another form of baksheesh.

The Help America Vote Act (HAVA) is an instructive example. It was largely written by Bob Ney (R-Cellblock Number 9) with help from a vendor who hoped to make a pot of cash after the law was enacted. It was rushed through, and was woefully incomplete when it became law – standards were not adequately defined, the state and local Boards of Election were not given enough money to implement it, and so on. Quite the Charlie-Foxtrot.

However, some needs were met – the legislators got valuable media exposure and campaign contributions, and the vendors raked in big pots full of cash. And did the constituents benefit? In a word, no.  Because HAVA was never needed in the first place.

HAVA was based on the media-hysteria-fueled notion that American Elections were ‘broken’. And why were they supposedly broken? Because a few counties in Florida had problems with their vote-counting devices. Or so it seemed, after the media, campaigns, political types and the courts got done blathering on about the topic. Upon scenting some of that hot air, Ney and Co. decided that they could profit from the hysteria, thence HAVA. Nobody was willing to wait to find out what the root cause of the problem was: that wouldn’t have made the players any money or added to their influence in Washington and the media scrum.

So, after many millions of dollars were spent (and still are being spent – some of the new election systems do not work, you see), it was quietly disclosed that the reason those Florida counties had problems with their ballots was this: some idiot bought the wrong kind of paper to make the ballots. Cost to fix the real problem –a few thousand dollars.

Remember, laws are written to address a perceived need. The need to further fatten D.C. egos and various bank accounts was the one that Ney and his buddies addressed. The need of the citizens to have free and fair elections? Not so much.

Footnote: You might not consider the degradation of the ability to vote, the money that flowed into and out of legislators’ pockets, the unfunded mandates, or the general stench of greed, incompetence and corruption that surrounded the process to be akin to porn: this writer finds the whole mess to be far beyond pornographic.

Mr. B & C