Gerald (Jerry) Zezas

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The saddest part of this election is…

The more I think about this election, the more I can’t think about it. I have been an activist for my entire life. I protested the Vietnam War. I protested against the Nixon presidency. I argued for funding for AIDS when there was none. I fought Ronald Reagan’s war mongering policies and military buildup. I screamed when George HW Bush said he was “out of the loop” on Iran Contra, and complained incessantly about his idiot son and how he ruined this country for generations to come.

But this guy…this bloviating, self-referential, low standards con artist who has persuaded just enough of us that he belongs in the Whitehouse…I just don’t have the words. He truly is a leader of deplorables. The skinniest kid in fat camp. The smartest kid in idiot school. The most believable liar. The healthiest gluton. The most altruistic billionaire slumlord. The most pious whorehound. The most loving father who makes sexual references to his daughter. The most hard-working and studious trust-fund baby. The most understated resident of a gold-plated penthouse. The most humble braggart. The most down-to-earth man whose name is emblazoned on his personal jet.

Our standards of intelligence, patriotism, leadership and our benchmarks for personal integrity and political openness have descended to depths beneath what I’ve ever seen or expected to see in my lifetime.

The problem for me is that it is now beneath my ability to rail against. I just don’t know how to explain that the earth is round to someone whose absolutely incontrovertible proof that it is flat is a picture of the horizon from his front porch.

The reason that Atheists don’t criticize Islam

I’ve often seen the question asked why Atheists are “afraid” to criticize Islam. This question appears, on its face, to be justified, since I often find my fellow Atheists fully engaged in criticizing Christianity but throttling back when it comes to Islam. Why is that?

I’m a balls-to-the-wall Atheist and condemn all the hatred that comes from all religion. On the other hand, if religion is going to exist (and it will), then hating a religion for doing the exact things that your “home” religion did hundreds of years ago is hypocrisy.

It isn’t so much that we’re afraid to condemn Islam. We just don’t want it to appear that we’re juxtaposing it with Christianity, with Christianity coming out on top, because we believe Christianity to be at least as bad as Islam. For that reason, we refrain from criticizing Islam as long as our own country espouses so-called “Christian” values.

It’s as if your father beats his wife, yet so does mine. If I were to publicly condemn your father, your quite reasonable response might be, “How can you criticize my father when your’s does the same thing?” I guess it comes under the heading of “He that is without sin among you, let him cast the first stone.”

Islam is no better or worse than Christianity, Buddism (did you know that there are Buddist terrorists in Myanmar?) or any other religion. For those of us who live in what some believe to be a Christian nation, it’s hard to cast the first stone.

Causation, Correlation, And The Rain

Creationists believe that rain falls in an effort to make the corn grow, that there is a benevolent purpose to rain.

Evolutionists believe that the corn grows as a consequence of the rain having fallen. And that it also rots because too much rain has fallen.

Understanding the difference between the two means understanding the difference between causation and correlation.

My Predictions about Trump

I believe that Trump is as big, or bigger, a liar than anyone who has ever run for the presidency. But, as a Democrat, that might not be a bad thing for me.

He is already suggesting that he won’t completely gut the ACA. He has already said that he’s not going to deport 12 million undocumented aliens.

I predict as follows:
1. No wall between here and Mexico
2. No mass deportation
3. No monitoring of Muslims
4. He’s not going to “bomb the shit” out of Isis.
5. He’s not going to try to repeal gay marriage
To recap, I think Trump is one of the most dishonest human being to have ever sought that office. But I think the people who he lied to the most are the Repubs who elected him.

Watch this space.

Moneyed Trailer Trash

After this election, America looks like the people who just moved into a really nice house in a gated community, put up an above-ground pool and started parking their cars on the front lawn.

Do you miss me yet?

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The meme above has been around ever since Obama took office, and was met with the appropriate ridicule from virtually every thinking person.

Now, however…

I guess when confronted with terminal cancer, you would not be faulted for missing the day when all you had was emergency triple-bypass surgery.

Yes, I said it. I wouldn’t trade Obama for the world, but I’d trade Trump for Bush, Cheney and Rumsfeld in a heartbeat.

A Short (yet 100% true) story for your afternoon

I’ve spent a good portion of my life afflicted with a mild form of Tourette syndrome, a disease that is not what many people believe it to be. Rather than the uncontrolled shouting of curses that one sees on TV, for the great majority of people, Tourette is just an abundance of what are called “tics” or twitches”, but in reality are simply compulsive movements of one kind or another. Describing the compulsion to move is like describing a really bad itch. You can refuse to scratch it or you can distract yourself and try to forget about it, but sooner or later, you are compelled to scratch the itch. That is what Tourette syndrome feels like, an itch that simply must be scratched in the form of physical movement, like blinking of the eyes, a rapid head movement, or some rapid facial distortion.

There have been times, especially as a child, when I suffered quite a bit of ridicule for the fact that I was always in motion. Some saw it as having an abundance of energy, some saw it as my body about to explode. I was not allowed to finish the 6th grade because I scared the hell out of my teacher with my constant head movements. Some people were truly scared of what I might do.

When I grew into adulthood, most of those with whom I associated were civil and polite about it, but I would get the occasional stare from those whom I had never before met. There was, however, a particular episode which I will share with you today.

I worked in a car dealership with about 20 other salespeople. Some were friends and some were merely acquaintances, but we all got along. Or so I thought.

One day when we were very slow in the showroom I happened to walk into our breakroom to find at least 10 of my co-workers sitting around drinking coffee. It must have been a slow day for conversation since, the minute I walked in, the conversation moved to me. First it was the little comments about twitches, (here comes Twitchy), then some more crude comments about sex for someone who moved around so much, finally to end up with various of my work “buddies” mimicking my movements when they thought I couldn’t see, but not hiding it when they realized I could. I felt quite conspicuous and embarrassed and was rapidly trying to come up with an appropriate response that wouldn’t appear that I was hurt or angry since they could then use the excuse that I was being a wuss or something like that.

Rather than showing any offense at these mean comments, I grabbed a chair, put it in the middle of the room and said, “Yeah, it’s been tough. Because of my twitching, I was never able to have the career I’ve always wanted”. This bit of seriousness combined with a conspicuous lack of retaliation on my part caught the others a bit off guard. The room quieted. I continued, “Yeah, I always wanted to own my own used car lot, but my twitching kept me from doing it”.

At this point, their curiosity had overcome them and they all quieted down to listen to what I had to say. To explain parenthetically, most owners of used car lots buy their cars at huge wholesale auctions that are only open to those who are licensed by the state as Used Car Wholesalers. They work the way most auctions do, with buyers bidding on the cars and the highest bidder taking the car home.

I continued my narrative in the breakroom:

“Yeah, so after I got my wholesaler’s license, a buddy of mine took me to my first auction to show me the ropes. I hadn’t brought any money since I was just starting out and didn’t have any, plus I wasn’t planning to buy anything yet. I was just there to learn how it all worked. So there I was, in the front row with my friend, watching the action, fascinated by the rapid bidding, winning and changing of cars in the auction lane. When bidding, some of the attendees would hold up a card with their bidder number, and others would just raise their hands, wink at the auctioneer, or make some other furtive gesture, since, quite often, the individual bidders did not want the room to know who was bidding on which car.”

“So, after a few hours the auction was over and my buddy and I started to leave. As we got to the gate, one of the officials approached me and said he needed my money or my bank information. I inquired as to what he meant, and he responded, ‘Fella, you bought 16 cars!’”

As I got to this point, all the guys in the break room were transfixed by my thoroughly fabricated story. I didn’t laugh or act as if it were funny. I just looked down and shook my head in mock seriousness and feigned despair over this ostensibly painful memory. The others in the room didn’t know what to do or say, since here I was describing, with all the seriousness I could muster, what I was conveying as a terrible episode in my life, one that had ruined my ambition to be a used car dealer. No one dared laugh or make fun since a very serious, dark cloud now hung over the room.

The break room remained somber and silent as I grabbed my coffee, turned toward the door and walked out, trying very hard to hold back my broadening smirk, in full confidence that no one would ever ridicule my Tourette Syndrome again.

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