By unPopular Demand
Thoughts of varying quality that need to leave my head.
Thursday, September 11, 2025
The Charlie Kirk Non-Obituary
Saturday, September 6, 2025
The Entitled Age
The school district for which I drive is a state football power, one of the largest schools with historically one of the best teams in the state. Last year I drove the team to a road game against a school in a lower classification and watched my school win something like 45-6. Over the course of the year I probably watched them play 3-4 other times, usually smashing other schools, and it quickly became apparent to me just how expected this was...at one game I was listening to fans, parents or maybe alumni, gripe about mistakes they were making even as they were up by 40 points. When we would score, there was no joy; when the other team might get a first down, there was frustration, almost anger. At another game we were up again by 30 points or so, and I was sitting behind the student section. Most of the game they weren't paying attention, but at another point a chant started up. "This is boring! (clap clap clap clap clap). This is boring! (clap clap clap clap clap)" Ultimately they lost in the state semifinals. People were not happy.
I mention this because last night in the home opener our school lost 22-21 to the same team they had beaten 45-6 last season on the road. I'm guessing that people around here are gonna be ticked off today. I'm sure over the next few weeks I will be overhearing conversations about how bad the coach is or the players or lazy or whatever...but it strikes me that the great problem is simply that people feel entitled. When there is continued success, people think that somehow they deserve it and have every right to bitch and moan when they no longer get it.
We are entitled in this generation in so many ways. The lady sitting in the Wal-Mart parking lot waiting for a low-paid worker to load up her car from her online order, moaning about how long it takes. The 65 year old man I know who got evicted from his apartment but won't get a job in order to pay for a new one as he awaits another woman to come into his life and take care of him. The parents who expect their kids to eat both breakfast and lunch at school for free even as they drive around in a $75K SUV.
In many ways we have been blessed for so long, and in so many ways, that we won't know how handle a little bit of adversity as it comes upon us. As our idiot president continues to tank the economy and alienate us from all of our allies, things are gonna start getting much worse in the coming months. People are going to really be in a world of hurt if they think they can keep eating out all the time, spending hundreds of dollars on sports tickets, and drive around gas-guzzlers that are far more vehicle than they need. I'll be curious to see how people will adapt...but my instinct is that things are not going to go well.
Saturday, August 30, 2025
The Anti-Trump algorithim
Because I believe that Donald Trump is a terrible president and an even worse human being, several times a week I will ragegoogle something like 'Trump is a moron' or 'MAGA is code for Nazi'. I say these things not because I have great confidence in the Democrats or that I am a liberal...but in the end the various algorithms out there regularly put things into my news feed that likely they think I want to hear. If I was a climate change denier, they would fill my box with opinions that rising seas are good for real estate along the seashore ("It's a seller's market if there's a shrinking amount of oceanview property!") If I lived my life thinking that all people are stupid and I'd rather hang out with horses, I'd get ads for T-shirts that have majestic horses on them. But because my online profile is likely as filled with English soccer, 70s yacht rock backstories, technology gadgets and anti-Trump sentiment, I get offered a lot of anti-Trump news. Lately I've noticed there are three primary avenues.
1)The "Here's how Trump is destroying America and the World!" stories. I actually agree with many of these stories, even if not everything is as bad as they say. Not everything depends upon Trump, but it's important to know how he and his minions are destroying efforts for clean energy, equality, and Ameica's place in the world, among a thousand other evil things he is doing.
2)The "Trump's support is collapsing in the polls!" stories. These bug me a bit more, because almost always the 38% floor for Trump never seems to get crashed through. But continually we are told about polls that show that Trump's supporters are finally waking up (nope), that the GOP will lose Congress (not likely), that the Democrats are rallying around ___ (laughable). Nothing is changing for his acolytes, even as Trump's stupidity is on daily display for anybody paying attention.
3)In recent weeks I've started to see a handful of "Trump is dying!" stories. Like the polling numbers, I think that this is mostly wishful thinking, because I don't really think that Trump will die within the next few years. No matter how obese, frail, or demented he seems, he will receive the best care available within the medical world. This weekend one of the things that popped up was a wondering header that said, "Trump has no public appearances this weekend! Could he be receiving a life-saving treatment?" Doubtful...likely he's playing golf or plotting with advisors about taking away rights from somebody or planning some grift for his sons to take advantage of. I don't really buy that the bruises on his hands or his swollen ankles or his slurred speech really mean that death is immanent; such things are simply the way of life for many senior Americans who live for years like this. Modern medicine (something that costs the government a LOT of money!) means that people will live a long time with all sorts of ailments. Most seniors will spend the last decade of their life going from doctor to doctor as they seek to manage conditions that are products of genetics or age or lifestyle; the only difference with Trump is that he is in a position to have the best practitioners come to him. Maybe we might get lucky and he'll do more listening to quacks like RFK Jr ("Hey Mr. President, drink this raw milk and don't pay attention to doctors!"), but I doubt it. If anybody is going to hang on, it's him.
Maybe I need to change what I google for so that I will have a more balanced newsfeed. But maybe I'll be like most people today, blissfully believing whatever appears in front of me.
Labor Day weekend
This weekend is the unofficial end of summer, a weekend in which we honor American labor for their hard work by making the first Monday of September a national holiday. Sure, many of the people who actually do hard work are still going to be working that day (think restaurant workers, first responders, nurses in hospitals) while the people who already have so much get the day off. It would make sense to me that we could make Labor Day something like the old British Boxing Day, where the servants are waited upon by their lords and masters for one day. Maybe have the doctors go and clean out bedpans on Monday? Executives of Yum! trying to fry up the chicken or make burritos? Maybe not...our world would likely explode if a lot of the stuffed shirts actually had to sweat a little bit.
Sepaking of restaurants, this past week we saw the Stupidest Story of the Year that didn't involve our Dear Leader, at least directly. Cracker Barrel, that old mainstay of countryfied food and a shop with stuff that people who think 'merica! is loved by voting for an old corrupt billionaire who likes to hump the flag occasionally, decided to change their logo. It...wasn't good. Basically they took the mustard and brown color from before and watered it down to something even less sexy than it had been. Likely this was the result of paying some high-dollar PR people some money hoping that they would get young, hip audiences into the story so they might buy rocking chairs or cornhole games after dining on some fried chicken and catfish. Needless to say, this rebranding made some people who have too little to do in their lives really mad.
Where the story goes from amusing to downright stupid, however, was that the right-wing mediasphere decided that Cracker Barrel did all these things because they are 'woke'. Getting rid of the barrel on the old sign, as well as the old dude (his name is Uncle Herschel, we all learned this week) sitting next to it, showed that they are somehow, someway, betraying all that is good about America. Of course complaints of 'wokeism' have replaced 'politically correct' and charges of liberals of being 'snowflakes' as the great whine of the 38%. Liberal calls to be 'woke', that is, to wake up and recognize that there are systemic problems of racism and inequality in this country', have been twisted to the point where being 'woke' is now code for 'anything that makes we True Americans upset'. That is, of course, pure snowflakeism. Thus a company hiring a black man when a white man applied for the job is now greetied with cries of wokeism. Pointing out that climate change is real and that we are harming the planet, wokeism. Any government policies that recognize the value of diversity, equity, and inclusion are now suspiciously woke. And now a company with a wrong-headed idea about how they should rebrand their company is rooted in a desire to be woke and thereby must be boycotted until obese people wanting to kill themselves with satured fat and bankrupt their savings by buying wooden tic tac toe games get their way, of eating at a restaurant with the right kind of conservative logo.
Maybe it was a good thing that on this Saturday of Labor Day weekend I didn't venture outside the house except to get two pieces of junk mail from the mailbox. Catching up on some shows, watching soccer, taking a nap, and having some smoked salmon and wild rice with my wife tonight, was enough for me.
Thursday, August 14, 2025
A few rambling thoughts about my school bus and Dimwit Donnie
This week I began year number ten of driving a school bus. What began as a side gig a few years ago to make a few bucks has become something I genuinely love to do, and something I will try to continue doing long after I retire from church work. My middle school kids are usually hilarious, sometimes horrifying...but I am grateful for each one. My bus may be one of the most culturally and racially diverse groups of people you'll ever find. About half of my kids are white, while the other half is equally divided into kids of Hispanic, Black, and Asian descent. There are times whether I wonder whether all of them are 'legal', and I think about the coming day in which some masked ICE thug decides he wants to drag one of them off my bus for the crime of being brought to America, land of the free and home of the brave. I've come to the realization that I will offer myself up for arrest in their place, not as some moral hero but simply because I'd want somebody else to do for the same for one of my children.
Tonight I was mowing the yard and I was thinking a lot about how well our Dear Leader might do driving a school bus. Can you imagine that whiny and thin-skinned dope and how he'd deal with 60 unruly middle schoolers? They would tear him apart. 10 minutes on a bus with those kids and Trump would be screaming about how he is going to sue them or deport them. I doubt he could finish a route without them making such fun of him that he runs off the bus crying and saying how unfair everything is.
Kids can be cruel and mean sometimes...that's what they are, just as that's what we were at that age. We found the tiniest little thing to get under an authority figure's skin and we just picked and burrowed and poked and prodded until some of them broke. Many of them, who were not so concerned with letting a 12-year-old determine their self worth, let us run ourselves out, loving us the whole time while slowly teaching us the important lessons of life. Those who couldn't do these things didn't stay as teachers or youth ministers or anybody who dealt with kids for very long, usually running away screaming after a year or two. The rest stuck around, grew a pair, and realized that God had put them in this thankless job and so they might as well try to find the humor in it all.
Occasionally I might meet somebody new and when they ask me what I do I tell them that I'm a minister for a small church and a bus driver. They almost never want to acknowledge the first, but the second thing will usually provoke a response of 'Oh, I could never do that!'. Yeah, they're right. They couldn't. But I would love to see the world's worst egotistical blowhard try. In his mind he'd be better at it than everybody. But his failure would be worth almost any price to watch.