Cecil the lion and the public humility that is Walter Palmer

As an advocate for the voiceless, I felt as if writing a blog on this was completely necessary.

Most of you have heard the story about Cecil the lion and the dentist (Walter Palmer) that payed $55,000 to have him killed. Not for the purposes of meat, but for the purposes of self satisfaction, a pelt on his floor, and a head on his wall.

The first thing my the fine people of the internet started doing was writing messages regarding what a dark person he is. One particular place targeted was his Yelp page for his dental business.

According to Venture beat, Yelp was relatively upset about the manner and went and deleted the reviews regarding pointing out this Lion killing dentist, making a claim about the combination of business and politics.
While usually this would be a wise decision since the combination of Business and politics is usually an ugly ugly disaster that breeds arrogance and debt, this is definitely a case of moral that Yelp isn't considering and has probably made this decision to save their own ass.

While I usually fully support the separation of business and politics, I certainly make an exception for a malicious case like this. One has to think, if a man is capable of brutally killing something, torturing and terrorizing it for 40 hours, coaxing it, and putting $55,000 dollars to mount pieces of it on its wall, do you really trust his morals when it comes to working on your teeth?

Anesthesia is usually used, and surprisingly: people CAN die from getting their teeth worked on.
I suppose there is the psychology behind big game hunting but I just can't understand but looking at it from an analytical perspective, it sure looks like malicious behavior.
This isn't a lion that was killed for meat or population control. This lion wasn't threatening anybody. This lion simply died for Walter Palmer's ego.

He could come up front and give his apology that just beat around the "legal issue" bush, but you have to look at the larger picture here.

So do we attack his business and insure he could never practice again? Why not?

He attacked and murdered the beautiful animal, father of 24 cubs, at his weakest point and even lured him out of the sanctuary to do so. So public shaming and losing his business shouldn't occur, because why?

Sometimes, humility and shame needs to occur in order for moral to improve. If you've ever taken a course in sociology, you would know that you respond different in the eyes of others than you do in your own home or personal life.  Sometimes without knowing. It is a natural human instinct to impress others, and humility is a good way to raise moral behavior when it cannot be raised by "giving a shit about the needs of others."

So these people who are out to kill for the sole purpose of killing, how else are they going to learn?
We are much past the point in history where people get killed for bad moral. The world is only getting darker and worse as time goes on. Why that is I am not sure but society has gotten so "overprotective" of these malicious beings that are only creating issues for other people.

This goes back to that childhood fable (was it Aesop?) Where "two wrongs don't make a right" but how else are we to practice good leadership and influence others who clearly cannot learn to practice sympathy or empathy on our own?
What if public shaming taught others to do correct things out of fear if doing wrong is just a part of who they are?

Would love to read a response somewhere on this one.

This is more of a comical relief than a Pinterest fail

So years (and I mean years ago) my Mother gave me this bright idea of "storing things under your bed between your box spring and your mattress like bedding and other linens".
I've had a twin so I've done a lot of folding of these said items and they built up for many years without even getting a look at.
Needless to say, packrat that I am I thought this idea was simply genius and did it for years.
Well, everyone gets in habits and routines, such as: using one or two pairs of sheets and same with a comforter and keeping everything else.
So, after a while, times change, things add up and I notice my mattress is rather lumpy.
Having purchased a new mattress a few years back, I never actually changed my bedframe/box spring and things Bevan to accumulate. Evil things.
After years of "mattress lumpiness". I finally got fed up and stripped everything that has accumulated between my mattress and boxspring-all the way back to thw time period of the old mattress.
Here's the list of junk I found, needless to say my bed has gone down maybe a foot and

For whatever reason (I hope you read that in sarcasm) it feels smooth and flat.
Amongst the items I found:
*My missing Seattle Mariners hat in badass brown and pink.
*about 7 pillow cases
*3 or 4 comforters
4 full sheets sets
*2 baby blankets
*car seat covers
*9 blankets my Mom sewed for me through the years
*7 blankets that were either gifted to me or store bought
*2 snuggys
*4 towells
*a bed skirt
*4 sets of curtains
*tree skirt
*scarf
*my Eddie Bauer bucket hat
*more hats

Did I mention my mattress doesn't feel lumpy anymore?
Problem diagnosed. Now I'm looking at piles of neatly folded linens and looking forward to sleeping in a position that isn't slightly inclined for the first time in my own bed in several years.

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Here is all of the stuff I pulled out from under my bed.

Lesson learned, these things cannot consume me anymore! 

Chick chicky boom chick chicky boom

I have asked this question on Facebook I don't know how many times this year.

Everybody has a favorite song or notation that they enjoy. Whether it's a drumbeat, an introduction, a lyrical wave or just a song as a whole.

Writing this on Don Henley's birthday is a prviliage. As an adolescent in the early 2000's, I used to play his greatest hits album endlessly on my "Walkman". The CD ones, you all remember. Before Spotify premium, every chance I could listen at lunch, on the bus, or during quiet work time, that CD played relatively often for the entire duration of high school. The favorite tracks would change and every once and a while, I'd swap out my Don Henley album for well, more Eagles work.
Along the way, I kept collecting music and repeating it.
Lately, my absolute favorite thing is to play Africa by Toto on repeat or on a calm work morning. Recently older drum related tunes of the South by digging up Desi Arnaz music (before and after his role as Ricky Ricardo in "I love Lucy") and specific riffs really catch my ear and mind.

So, what is your go-too tune? What is something you find yourself specifically going back too or playing repetitively? What kind of unsaid feeling of euphoria do you collect from that?

Pull back the label on that coffee creamer, yeah that one

So I gave up coffee creamer several months ago. At the time, I just wanted to decrease sugar but I had consistent dizzy spells and this horrible stomach ache that is usually brought on by what I thought was stress. (Correlation isn't always causation). I figured it was all the drama going on with, well a guy.... on top of regular everyday work stuff that is overwhelming.
Well, my coworker had brought me a coconut one, knowing it was one of my favorites.
Today, after staring at it in the fridge. I didn't want to be rude (and I just really missed coconut cream coffee creamer!) I had some in this mornings Joe for the first time in months.
I got home a couple hours later, and that old familiar dizzy spell was back. I hadn't had it in months, I also got that weird stomach ache back-realized I hadn't felt that in a while too.
I'm usually not sensitive to artificial stuff because I'm used to having it semi regularly-but for whatever reason, maybe the soy and well PRESERVATIVES since most of them are non dairy- it was amazing the physical affects that I immediately felt.
The other thing I noticed (and didn't lose in one day) was my ability to focus a lot better and how much that has improved.

It was weird. I drank it every day for many months maybe even a few years. I didn't have those symptoms until shortly before I stopped drinking it, and then I felt them almost immediately when I started back up.

So, black it is.

Dark side

I wonder in life: does everybody have a dark side?
I know I do, I cant live in denial about it. I never wish or cause harm to anyone, my dark side is purely apathy. Times when I know I should care and I just can't bring myself to do it. Times I know I should feel empathy, but I just can't feel it.

It seems like most people I have gotten close to have a very similar darker side of some kind, which raises the question: does everybody have a mild dark side?