Month: June 2025

Understanding Iran: Actions vs. Rhetoric

It seems my Whac-A-Mole blog post didn’t land as intended with a few folks. It may have come across as too lighthearted for the seriousness of the topic. For those who feel I wasn’t fully engaged with the actions of our government, I’d like to offer a more thoughtful perspective. Let’s dive in.

When assessing individuals, actions are a more reliable measure of character and intent than words. While words can be crafted to influence perception, actions provide tangible evidence of priorities and values. Observing behavior allows for more informed judgments about trustworthiness and fosters meaningful connections. Ultimately, actions reveal the essence of an individual’s principles and objectives, often outweighing the reliability of verbal declarations.

Watch what they do, not what they say.

Regarding Iran, its historical and contemporary actions underscore its role as a state sponsor of terrorism. Over the past four decades, Iran and its proxies have been linked to approximately 625 American deaths, with many more injured. This figure likely underrepresents the full extent of harm due to challenges in attributing certain attacks and the ongoing nature of proxy operations.

The 1979 Iranian hostage crisis exemplifies the breakdown of U.S.-Iran relations. Fifty-two Americans were held for 444 days in retaliation for the U.S. granting asylum to the deposed Shah. This event not only strained diplomatic ties but also had significant domestic political repercussions, contributing to President Jimmy Carter’s electoral defeat.

Iran’s leadership, particularly Ayatollah Ali Khamenei, has consistently expressed hostility toward the U.S. and Israel. Chants of “Death to America” and “Death to Israel” are common. While such rhetoric is sometimes framed as opposition to Western values, Iran’s actions—such as enriching uranium to 60%, far exceeding the 3% required for civilian energy purposes—suggest intentions inconsistent with its claims.

The regime’s treatment of its citizens, including the execution of women for minor infractions, highlights its oppressive governance. These actions, rather than rhetoric, provide a clearer understanding of the regime’s priorities and objectives.

Given the lack of public access to the intelligence that informed this decision, one must assume the information provided to President Donald Trump was credible and that his response was both decisive and proportionate. Uranium enrichment at levels far exceeding the 3% required for civilian energy raises legitimate concerns about potential military applications.

Centrifuge technology, central to the enrichment process, can be reconfigured to produce weapons-grade material, blurring the line between civilian and military use.

The hope remains that such actions will deter Iran from pursuing nuclear weapons and encourage the regime to adopt a more cooperative stance in the region. However, as history has shown, Iran’s nuclear program has been a persistent source of international tension, with disagreements over its right to enrich uranium complicating diplomatic efforts.

Whether this intervention will lead to a long-term resolution or further entrench hostilities remains uncertain.

Ok, enough blogging for today. I have books to edit…Blah!

Dissecting 2012: The Hero’s Journey Explained

I don’t always watch movies on TV, but when I do, it’s usually because I’ve run out of excuses to avoid them. Truth be told, the last time I sat down for a cinematic experience, Twisters was still blowing cows across the screen. Why the long hiatus? Well, when you’ve written over 90 million words (yes, I counted), your brain tends to treat “relaxation” like a mythical creature—something you’ve heard about but never actually seen. But hey, even the most overworked wordsmith deserves a mental vacation every now and then, right?

So, I decided to dust off my popcorn bowl and dive into 2012, Roland Emmerich’s epic disaster flick. But because I’m a writer (and therefore incapable of turning off my analytical brain), I thought it’d be fun to dissect the movie through the lens of the Hero’s Journey. If you’re not a writer, you might be thinking, “Why should I care?” And honestly, fair point. But stick around—there’s a good chance you’ll leave this with a newfound appreciation for both storytelling and John Cusack’s ability to outrun the apocalypse in a limo.

The Hero’s Journey: A Quick Crash Course

Before we dive into the fiery pits of 2012, let’s talk about the Hero’s Journey—a storytelling framework so universal it’s basically the avocado toast of narrative structures. Coined by Joseph Campbell, it’s the blueprint for every epic tale, from The Odyssey to Star Wars to, yes, 2012. Here’s the gist:

Ordinary World: The hero starts in their boring, everyday life. Think “before Frodo left the Shire” or “before Harry got his Hogwarts letter.”

Call to Adventure: Something shakes up the status quo. Usually, it’s a big ol’ problem that can’t be ignored.

Refusal of the Call: The hero hesitates because, let’s face it, saving the world sounds exhausting.

Meeting the Mentor: Enter the wise guide who says, “You’ve got this!” (or, in some cases, “You’re doomed, but good luck!”).

Crossing the Threshold: The hero leaves their comfort zone and steps into the unknown. Cue dramatic music.

Tests, Allies, and Enemies: The hero faces challenges, makes friends, and punches bad guys (or, in this case, dodges tsunamis).

The Ordeal: The big, climactic moment where everything’s on the line.

The Reward: The hero achieves their goal—or at least survives long enough to celebrate.

The Road Back: Time to head home, but not without a few more hurdles.

The Resurrection: The hero emerges transformed, wiser, and probably in need of a nap.

Return with the Elixir: The hero brings back something valuable to share with the world. (Spoiler: It’s usually not an actual elixir. Sorry.)

How 2012 Fits the Hero’s Journey (With a Dash of Chaos)

1. The Ordinary World

Meet Jackson Curtis (John Cusack), a struggling writer and part-time limo driver. His life is as ordinary as it gets—divorced, juggling kids, and probably wondering why his book sales are flatter than a pancake. If this were a sitcom, his biggest problem would be forgetting his ex-wife’s birthday. But alas, this is a disaster movie, so things are about to get way worse.

2. The Call to Adventure

Jackson stumbles upon a conspiracy theorist (Woody Harrelson, in peak “crazy guy with a radio” mode) who warns him that the world is about to end. Naturally, Jackson’s first reaction is, “Yeah, okay, buddy.” But then the ground starts cracking open like a dropped egg, and suddenly, Charlie’s ramblings don’t seem so far-fetched.

3. Refusal of the Call

At first, Jackson doesn’t take the whole “apocalypse” thing seriously. I mean, who would? But when Los Angeles starts collapsing faster than my New Year’s resolutions, he realizes it’s time to grab the kids and hit the road. Or, in this case, the sky—because nothing says “family bonding” like escaping in a private plane.

4. Meeting the Mentor

Charlie Frost, our lovable doomsday prophet, serves as Jackson’s mentor. Sure, he’s a little unhinged, but he’s got the inside scoop on the government’s secret arks (because of course there are secret arks). His advice? “Head to the Himalayas.” His delivery? Equal parts helpful and unhinged.

5. Crossing the Threshold

This is where things go from “bad” to “holy crap.” Jackson and his family narrowly escape a crumbling Los Angeles in a limo—a scene so over-the-top it makes Fast & Furious look like a documentary. They’re officially in the unknown now, where survival is the name of the game.

6. Tests, Allies, and Enemies

The Curtis clan faces obstacle after obstacle: collapsing cities, selfish billionaires, and the occasional volcanic eruption. Allies include a Russian billionaire’s kids (because nothing says “teamwork” like rich kids in peril) and a geologist who’s trying to save humanity. Enemies? Pretty much everything else, including gravity.

7. Approach to the Inmost Cave

The gang finally reaches the Himalayas, where the arks are being prepped. But there’s a catch: they don’t have tickets. (Pro tip: Always RSVP to the apocalypse.) Sneaking aboard becomes their next big challenge.

8. The Ordeal

This is the big one. A massive tsunami threatens to destroy the ark, and Jackson has to risk his life to save everyone onboard. It’s tense, it’s dramatic, and it’s exactly what you’d expect from a movie where the stakes are literally “the end of the world.”

9. The Reward

Jackson and his family make it onto the ark, securing their survival. Humanity gets a second chance, and Jackson gets to be the hero his kids always wanted him to be. Win-win.

10. The Road Back

As the waters recede, the survivors aboard the ark prepare to face a drastically altered Earth. It’s a bittersweet moment—kind of like realizing you’ve survived a marathon, only to remember you still have to walk home.

11. The Resurrection

Jackson’s journey transforms him into a braver, more selfless version of himself. He reconciles with his family, proving that even in the face of global annihilation, there’s always time for personal growth.

12. Return with the Elixir

The survivors represent humanity’s chance to rebuild. Jackson’s “elixir” isn’t a magical potion—it’s hope, resilience, and the knowledge that even in the darkest times, we can find a way forward. (Cue inspirational music.)

Why the Hero’s Journey Matters

The Hero’s Journey isn’t just a storytelling formula—it’s a mirror for our own lives. We all face challenges, doubts, and moments of transformation. Sure, most of us aren’t dodging tsunamis or sneaking onto arks, but the core themes—struggle, growth, redemption—are universal. And that’s why it works, whether you’re writing a novel, watching 2012, or just trying to survive Monday morning.

So, the next time you watch a movie, ask yourself: Where’s the hero? What’s their journey? And most importantly, could you outrun an earthquake in a limo? (Spoiler: Unless you’re John Cusack or have a death wish, the answer is a resounding “hell no.”) But hey, if you’re feeling confident, go ahead and try. Just make sure someone’s filming it so the rest of us can enjoy your inevitable failure on YouTube.

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The Case Against SB3: A Defense of THC Use and other Stupid Shit

Why We Shouldn’t Be Making Criminals Out of People Who Just Want to Chill?

Let’s talk about SB3, the legislative dumpster fire that tried to ban THC products in Texas.

My blog posts tend to attract people from all walks of life—some who agree, some who don’t, and some who just want to argue for the sake of arguing. And honestly? I welcome it. I’ve always been the kind of person who asks, “What if…?” even when it annoys the hell out of everyone else in the room. But one thing I won’t do is debate emotions. Facts? Sure. Emotions? That’s a fool’s errand, and I don’t have the patience for it.

So, when Governor DeSantis vetoed Florida’s SB 1698, I had a sneaking suspicion Abbott would follow suit with SB3 in Texas. And thank God he did, because SB3 was one of the dumbest pieces of legislation I’ve seen in a while.

Let’s get real for a second: the reasons for creating SB3 made absolutely no sense. Sure, there are people out there who’ve never inhaled (myself included), but that doesn’t mean I’m on some moral crusade to stop others from enjoying a little THC. Just because I want to keep my brain intact doesn’t mean Karen down the street shouldn’t be allowed to eat a gummy and stare at her ceiling fan for three hours.

But SB3 wasn’t about protecting kids or saving society from the horrors of THC. No, this was about money. Specifically, the medical marijuana industry’s money. THC products are cutting into their monopoly on cannabis, and they’re pissed about it. So, what do they do? They whip out their political cudgels and start swinging, convincing lawmakers to support a bill that even a third grader could see was a blatant cash grab.

Let’s be honest: most of the lawmakers who supported SB3 probably didn’t even believe in it. They were likely told, “Support this bill, or your pet project to build a statue of yourself in your hometown is toast.” And because politicians love their vanity projects, they caved faster than a Jenga tower in a hurricane.

The arguments for SB3 were laughable at best. “We need to protect the children!” they cried (cue Sally Struthers) as if kids are out here buying THC gummies in bulk. Newsflash: kids aren’t buying THC products any more than they’re buying alcohol or cigarettes. And if they are, maybe it’s time for parents to step up and, you know, parent.

The reality is, THC products are already regulated. They’re labeled, tested, and sold in stores that follow the law. The only thing SB3 would’ve accomplished is turning law-abiding adults into criminals for choosing a safer alternative to alcohol or opioids.

The Real Impact of SB3

If SB3 had passed, it wouldn’t have just banned THC products—it would’ve destroyed an entire industry. We’re talking about 53,000 jobs and an $8 billion market, gone overnight. Small businesses, farmers, and veterans would’ve been left out in the cold, all because a few politicians wanted to score points with their donors.

And let’s not forget the people who actually need these products. Veterans, for example, have been vocal about how THC helps them manage PTSD, chronic pain, and anxiety without resorting to opioids. One veteran even said, “These gummies saved my life.” But SB3 would’ve turned those same veterans into criminals for using a product that works for them. How’s that for gratitude?

Thankfully, Governor Abbott vetoed SB3, and for once, I have to give him credit. He recognized that the bill was a disaster waiting to happen. In his veto statement, Abbott pointed out that SB3 would’ve been dead on arrival in court because it directly conflicted with federal law. The 2018 Farm Bill legalized hemp products, and SB3 would’ve put Texas on a collision course with the feds.

Abbott also called for a regulatory framework instead of an outright ban. He suggested treating THC like alcohol, with age restrictions, product testing, and local government involvement. Is it perfect? No. But it’s a hell of a lot better than banning THC altogether.

At the end of the day, SB3 wasn’t about protecting kids or public safety. It was about money, power, and control. The medical marijuana industry wanted to crush its competition, and they almost succeeded. But thanks to Abbott’s veto, the hemp industry gets to live another day.

We shouldn’t be making criminals out of people who just want to relax with a little THC. We have bigger problems to deal with—like actual crime, poverty, and the fact that gas prices are still ridiculous. So let’s stop wasting time on stupid shit like SB3 and focus on things that actually matter.

Until then, I’ll be over here, sipping my coffee and wondering how we got to a point where banning THC gummies is treated like solving world hunger. Cheers.

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Trump’s Late Night Iran Strategy: A Game of Diplomatic Whack-a-Mole

As many of you might have heard, the US, under Trump—yes, that Trump—decided to play a little game of geopolitical whack-a-mole and removed three Uranium enrichment sites in Iran on a Saturday night. Because, you know, nothing says “I’m serious about diplomacy” like a late-night raid.
Now, some folks might argue that Iran was just trying to save the planet with their proposed nuclear energy programs. You know, the same way a toddler thinks they’re helping by “cleaning” the house with a garden hose. Most of you reading this would probably just nod and say, “Bless your heart,” while secretly rolling your eyes.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: we should pay attention to what people do, not just what they say. Talk is cheap, folks. Take the people crying foul over Trump not consulting Congress or the American people. Seriously? If they were in charge, they’d be the first ones waving a white flag and begging for mercy from anyone who hates this country.

Now, let’s talk about how this mission went off without a hitch—thanks to a little thing called secrecy. It was like a magic trick: “Now you see the B2 bombers heading to Guam, now you don’t!” Not getting permission from those who want to impeach Trump for merely existing? That’s the real sleight of hand.
Today’s media circus will be full of voices, both for and against. The naysayers will crank up the emotional tension, warning us that Iran, the world’s favorite sponsor of terror, is going to do something terrible. Spoiler alert: they always talk a big game, but their actions? Always violent and deadly.

Remember that phrase “speak softly and carry a big stick; you will go far”? Good ol’ Teddy Roosevelt popularized it to remind us that diplomacy is great, but a strong military presence is even better. Last night, we saw that principle in action. Appeasers? They’re always going to get screwed by the oppressors. It’s a fact of life, like taxes and bad hair days.

Had Trump notified Congress, those who’ve been bought off by our enemies would have been tipped off. You know, the ones who want him impeached? Yeah, they’re probably on the payroll of foreign governments. Treason is a real thing, and maybe we should consider bringing back public hangings for those convicted of it. Talk about a big stick!

So, these are my thoughts on the stupid shit that is political posturing and theater. Those who talk shit are just pandering to the mindless masses who gobble up whatever the media, bought and paid for by America’s enemies, dishes out. It’s all emotional leverage to manipulate the masses who want to believe in crazy shit—like the tooth fairy, flat Earth theories, and other absurdities that make for entertaining blogs about stupid shit.

Have a nice day!

Why Stupid Shit Rules the Internet

Let’s be honest: the news is a soul-sucking black hole of despair. It’s like a daily reminder that humanity is collectively riding a unicycle on a tightrope over a pit of lava, and we’re all just hoping the clown in charge doesn’t sneeze. I, for one, can only stomach about two minutes of headlines before I’m ready to yeet my phone into the sun. As long as the sky is still blue, birds are still dive-bombing freshly washed cars with military precision, and gravity hasn’t given up on us yet, I’m good.

So, what do I do instead of doomscrolling? I dive headfirst into the cesspool of distractions: reels, TikTok, and YouTube. These platforms are like the junk food of the internet—deliciously addictive but guaranteed to rot your brain. And let’s be real, they’re also a breeding ground for some of the stupidest shit humanity has ever produced.

When I’m not doomscrolling or watching people do dumb things for clicks, I’m writing. Currently, I’m editing a thriller about a forensic expert who moonlights as an assassin. (Because why not? Who doesn’t love a little murder with their science?) Writing, my friends, is escapism on steroids. Unlike movies, where you’re stuck in someone else’s plot, writing lets you play God. I create worlds, people, places, and scenarios. I can make someone fall in love, get hit by a bus, or both—because I’m the boss.

But editing? Editing is like one of those adult coloring books that are supposed to be relaxing but actually make you want to set the whole thing on fire. It’s tedious, it’s boring, and it requires a level of self-control I simply do not possess. Which is why I keep getting distracted by—you guessed it—stupid shit.

Let’s talk about reels for a second. My God, this is the armpit of society, and I say that with love. Case in point: there’s this girl—no, woman—who has a pet scorpion. Yes, you read that right. A pet scorpion. She proudly shows off this venomous little nightmare, holding up its log like it’s a goddamn trophy, and proceeds to explain how it eats, how poisonous it is, and—wait for it—warns people not to pet it.

No shit, Sherlock. Who in their right mind is out here trying to cuddle a scorpion? “Oh, look at my adorable little murder bug! Isn’t he just the cutest?” No, Karen, he’s not. He’s a living fossil with a stinger that could ruin your whole week.

Let’s take a moment to appreciate the irony here. The word “pet” comes from the Scottish Gaelic word “peata,” which means “tame animal” or “companion.” In what f*cking world does a scorpion fit that definition? Unless you’re cuddling it, stroking it, or teaching it to fetch, it’s not a pet. It’s a red flag with legs.

Fun Fact: Scorpions Glow (and They’re Everywhere)

Now, I live in a place where scorpions are not a novelty—they’re a nuisance. They’re everywhere. I take a blacklight out at night to hunt them because, fun fact, they glow under UV light. It’s like a rave, but instead of dancing, you’re trying not to get stung. And no, I don’t pet them. Once you’ve stepped on one barefoot, you’ll understand why. Spoiler alert: it’s not a pleasant experience.

So, that’s where I’m at with my book, Stupid Shit. It’s coming along nicely, fueled by my fascination with words, my disdain for scorpions, and my love of calling out the ridiculousness of the world. If you want to stay updated on my blogs, book releases, or just want to laugh at the absurdity of life, sign up for my email list.

And as always, have a nice day! Or don’t. I’m not your mom.

Unpacking the Truth Behind Stupid Shit

A sure-fire way to win an election? Easy. Just call 78 million people mentally ill. That’s the kind of genius strategy that screams, “Vote for me, I’m relatable!” Now, Jasmin Crockett is smarter than this—or at least I thought she was. So why the hell did she do it? Did she lose a bet? Was it Opposite Day? Or maybe she just wanted to see how fast she could alienate half the country. Bold move, Jasmin. Bold move.

Personally, I think it is political theater.

Let’s get one thing straight: nobody on either side of the political aisle is mentally ill for believing the stupid shit the media spoon-feeds them. Nope, they’re just regular people, happily slurping up the bullshit stew served daily by their favorite talking heads. And honestly, who can blame them? It’s easier to swallow than thinking for yourself. Thinking is hard. It burns calories. And let’s face it, most of us would rather save those calories for nachos.

Personally, I like to pay closer attention to what people actually do versus what the media tells me they did. Crazy concept, right? It’s almost like I’m trying to use my brain instead of letting it rot into a pile of mushy clickbait. But hey, that’s just me. In my book, Stupid Shit, I break down exactly how you’re being manipulated. Spoiler alert: we all are. And the people pulling the strings? Oh, they’re the ones in power who want to stay in power. Shocking, I know. It’s like discovering that water is wet or that Taco Bell isn’t authentic Mexican cuisine.

The Soros Conspiracy (Or Is It?)

Here’s a fun question to chew on: why did George Soros buy 200 media outlets right before the election? And why did the FCC fast-track the whole process like it was a Kardashian getting a VIP pass to a plastic surgeon? I don’t know much about Mr. Soros. The media paints him as the boogeyman, lurking in the shadows, twirling his mustache, and cackling like a cartoon villain. Is he? Hell if I know. Maybe he’s just a guy who really loves controlling narratives. Or maybe he’s misunderstood, like that one kid in high school who wore a trench coat and listened to death metal but secretly just wanted a hug.

Speaking of boogeymen, let’s talk about Putin and Zelensky. The media portrays Putin as the devil incarnate and Zelensky as Superman. Why? Because it’s easier to sell a story when you’ve got clear heroes and villains. Nuance doesn’t get clicks. Nobody wants to read an article titled, “It’s Complicated: Both Sides Are Kind of Awful.” That’s not sexy. That doesn’t trend on Twitter. But if you want to start a war—domestically or globally—all you have to do is attack what people believe. It’s like poking a bear with a stick, except the bear has nukes and a Twitter account.

The Foundation of Beliefs (And Why They’re Easy to Exploit)

Here’s the thing about people: we’re all walking around with these deeply ingrained beliefs that shape how we see the world. They come from religion, culture, personal experiences, and whatever our parents yelled at us about when we were kids. These beliefs are like the operating system of our brains, and once they’re installed, they’re damn near impossible to uninstall. It’s why people will fight to the death over pineapple on pizza or whether “Die Hard” is a Christmas movie (it is, by the way).

Let’s break it down:

Religious and Spiritual Beliefs

People believe in God, gods, or some cosmic force because it gives them comfort. It’s like a celestial security blanket. Heaven, hell, reincarnation—it’s all part of the package. And don’t forget the moral codes: compassion, honesty, justice. You know, the stuff we all pretend to care about until someone cuts us off in traffic.

Moral and Ethical Principles

Fairness, kindness, hard work—these are the things we tell ourselves we value. But let’s be real: most of us would sell our souls for a free iPhone or a lifetime supply of tacos.

Scientific and Rational Beliefs

Some people trust science and logic. Others think the Earth is flat and vaccines are a government plot to implant microchips. To each their own, I guess.

Cultural and Social Norms

Family values, community, traditions—these are the things that keep society from devolving into complete chaos. Well, most of the time. Unless it’s Thanksgiving, in which case all bets are off.

Personal Identity and Purpose

Everyone wants to feel like they matter. Whether it’s through religion, relationships, or posting selfies on Instagram, we’re all just trying to find meaning in this chaotic shitshow we call life.

Myths and Unproven Ideas

Superstitions, conspiracy theories, and urban legends—these are the cherry on top of the stupid shit sundae. Did you know some people still believe in Bigfoot? Or that the moon landing was faked? Or that pineapple belongs on pizza? Wild.

Philosophical Foundationalism

This is the fancy way of saying, “I believe what I believe because I believe it.” It’s like arguing with a toddler who insists the sky is green. You’re not going to win, so why bother?

Why It All Matters

Foundational beliefs are important because they give us stability and purpose. They help us navigate the world and make sense of the chaos. But they’re also incredibly easy to exploit. Politicians, corporations, and media outlets know this, and they use it to manipulate us. They poke at our beliefs, stir up our emotions, and watch as we tear each other apart. It’s like a reality TV show, except the stakes are real, and nobody wins a cash prize.

So, what’s the takeaway here? Simple: think for yourself. Question everything. And for the love of all that is holy, stop believing the stupid shit the media shovels down your throat. Or don’t. It’s your life. Just don’t come crying to me when you realize you’ve been played like a fiddle in a hillbilly hoedown.

And that, my friends, is the essence of Stupid Shit. Stay tuned for more. Or don’t. I’m not your mom.

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Have a nice day!

More Stupid Shit

and media manipulation

Vance Boelter, a man clearly not invited to the “Let’s Make Good Life Choices” seminar, decided one day to spice things up by dressing as a cop, strolling up to a Minnesota lawmaker’s house, and committing straight-up cold-blooded murder. Bold move, Vance. Bold, stupid-as-hell move.

Now, as gruesome and shocking as that is, what really takes the cake here is the way Alexa—yes, Amazon’s Alexa—decided to break the news. Imagine walking into your kitchen, coffee in hand, ready to fight the soul-sucking Monday ahead, when your helpful little robot assistant pops up with:

“A murder occurred at the home of a Democratic Lawmaker. The perpetrator shot the husband and wife in cold blood.”

To be honest, the newsflash should have left out the word Democrat… Whoever writes this shit knows what they are doing and trust me, its deliberate.

Well, damn, Alexa. Way to brighten my day. That’s one hell of a headline to pair with my toast and jam. But you know what they didn’t mention? What they just conveniently left out? That Vance was… wait for it… a Democrat appointee, courtesy of Governor Tim Walz himself. Yeah, let that marinate. Tens of thousands of people see that vague little nugget of information and immediately start imagining some MAGA-hat-wearing lunatic foaming at the mouth. Because that’s what we do now: jump to conclusions faster than a squirrel on espresso.

Public Opinion: A Circus of Stupidity

This, ladies and gentlemen, is how public opinion is formed. Not with facts or nuance or even a shred of common sense. Nope. Just a headline and a whole lot of assumptions. And let’s be real here—critical thinking is about as popular these days as a Nickelback reunion tour. Nobody questions anything, nobody digs deeper. The media throws you a bone, and we all run with it like we’re championship greyhounds.

But wait! There’s more! Because, of course, there’s always more stupid shit to pile on top of the already steaming heap. Enter Alex Padilla, the guy who apparently thought it was a good idea to crash Kristi Noem’s press conference (because why not, right?). This same dude is now trying to tie these murders to Trump’s campaign. Yes, you read that right. The murders. Trump. Connected. Somehow. It’s like a bad game of Mad Libs where every blank gets filled with “Trump” because nobody knows what else to say anymore.

Why Are We Like This?

And here’s the million-dollar question: Why are tensions rising? Why is everybody so angry all the damn time? Well, buckle up, because here’s the answer—it’s stupid shit like this. The media stirs the pot with half-truths, people gobble it up without question, and before you know it, everyone’s picking sides and throwing punches. It’s human nature, sure, but it’s also human stupidity in its purest form.

So, there you have it. Murder, media, and a masterclass in how to divide a population. If this isn’t the poster child for my upcoming book, Stupid Shit, I don’t know what is. Oh, and if you’re still here, sign up for emails so you can snag the book on KDP when it drops because nothing cures the existential dread of living in a divided society like laughing at the sheer absurdity of it all.

Learn to ask questions and stop assuming shit.

-Scott

More Stupid Shit: Dia dos

Ah, lawyers and politicians—the true thespians of our time. If there’s one thing they excel at, it’s political theater. And yesterday, Senator Alex Padilla took center stage for his 15 minutes of fame, delivering a performance that would make even the most melodramatic soap opera actor blush.

Padilla’s stunt at Christy Noem’s press conference wasn’t just about making a scene—it was about standing up for the real victims of society: the criminals burning cars in the streets. You know, the ones who are apparently just misunderstood artists expressing themselves through the medium of arson.

The Burning Car Chronicles

Speaking of burning cars, let’s talk about the absolute masterpiece of media spin happening in Los Angeles right now. During the recent anti-ICE riots, where vehicles were literally on fire and chaos reigned supreme, an ABC7 news anchor decided to channel their inner optimist.

“It’s just a bunch of people having fun watching cars burn,” they said, as if this was some kind of impromptu Burning Man festival instead of, you know, a riot.

Let’s break this down. Cars are on fire. Objects are being thrown. The city looks like the set of a post-apocalyptic movie. And yet, somehow, this is described as “relatively peaceful”. Because nothing says “peaceful” like the smell of burning rubber and the distant sound of someone smashing a window.

Padilla’s Role in the Circus

Enter Alex Padilla, stage left. Fresh off his press conference stunt, he decided to use his newfound spotlight to condemn ICE and, by extension, law enforcement in general. In his statement to the press, he dropped this gem:

“If this is how they treat a senator, how do you think they are treating Hispanics?”

Now, let’s be clear: ICE isn’t exactly winning any popularity contests. But Padilla’s attempt to tie his self-inflicted humiliation to the broader issue of immigration enforcement is nothing short of political theater at its most shameless.

Here’s the thing: Padilla isn’t wrong to criticize ICE. But let’s not pretend his little outburst was some brave act of defiance. This wasn’t about standing up for the oppressed. This was about getting airtime and scoring political points. And in the process, he managed to toss everyday Americans under the bus—again.

The Bigger Picture

This whole debacle is a perfect example of how we the people are manipulated. Politicians like Padilla pull stunts like this, knowing it’ll dominate the news cycle. Meanwhile, the media downplays actual violence and destruction, framing it as “fun” or “relatively peaceful”.

It’s all part of the same game: distract, deflect, and divide. While we’re busy arguing about whether burning cars is a valid form of self-expression, the real issues—like immigration reform, public safety, and economic inequality—get swept under the rug.

Final Thoughts

So, what did we learn from all this? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Because this is politics, and politics is stupid. It’s a never-ending parade of bad actors, bad decisions, and bad takes.

In conclusion: yesterday was yet another day of stupid shit. And if the news out of LA is any indication, tomorrow will be more of the same. Stay tuned.

Oh, and don’t forget to follow me and sign up for emails—because, let’s face it, who doesn’t want more random shit clogging up their inbox? But seriously, I’m on the verge of unleashing my literary masterpiece, Stupid Shit, onto the unsuspecting world, and you’re not going to want to miss it. I’ll probably slap it on KDP (because I’m fancy like that), so all you Kindle-having, book-hoarding legends can read it, laugh your ass off, and then wonder why you willingly spent your time on this nonsense. Spoiler: it’s worth it.

-Scott

Stupid Shit the Tease…

Have you ever found yourself utterly overwhelmed by stupid shit? Like, truly drowning in the sheer tsunami of idiocy that seems to be the hallmark of modern life? Yeah, me too. Welcome to the club—we meet on Thursdays, bring snacks.

First things first, let me level with you: I am a writer. Mostly, I stick to science fiction because imagining dystopian futures where robots take over the world is somehow less depressing than facing the actual stupidity happening outside my front door. But lately? Lately, folks, what we’re witnessing out there makes Orwell look like a f*cking monk calmly sipping tea in a monastery while the rest of the world burns.

So, why did I decide to write about this? Two reasons. A) Writing is cathartic, and frankly, if I don’t get this dumb shit out of my head and onto a page, I’ll probably end up yelling at pigeons in the park. And B) I thought, “Hey, why not channel my rage into something people might actually enjoy reading?” Because let’s face it: there’s enough depressing crap out there. What we need is a book that takes all this absurdity, rolls it in sarcasm, and serves it with a side of humor. That’s the goal here—keep it funny, keep it sharp, and for the love of God, keep it real.

Alright, folks, hold onto your hats because there might just be a third reason for all this madness. You see, when you take a good, hard look at the world’s dumpster fire of problems through the eyes of someone who’s not afraid to think outside the box—let’s call them “the wonderfully weird”—you might just stumble upon a few suggestions that’ll make you go, “What the actual f*ck?”

So, are you ready for this rollercoaster of absurdity? Buckle up, because here comes the wisdom from the land of ridiculous ideas!

Now, what you’re reading here is just a sample—a teaser, if you will. Think of it as the appetizer platter of stupidity. The original plan was to write a novella. You know, something short and sweet, around 10,000 words. But guess what? Surprise! This thing is now over 120,000 words and counting. At this rate, I’ll be challenging Tolstoy for the title of “longest book no one actually finishes.” Move over, War and Peace, here comes Stupid Shit.

The truth is, there’s just too much material. The world is bursting at the seams with stupidity, and it’s like trying to bail out the Titanic with a teaspoon. Everywhere you look, there’s another mind-numbing act of idiocy begging to be documented. It’s relentless. It’s exhausting. And honestly, it’s kind of impressive—like, I didn’t even know humans could be this dumb on such a consistent basis.

But here’s the thing: I’m not just writing this to vent (okay, mostly to vent). I’m writing this because we need to figure out how to slow the stupidity down before it suffocates us all. Or, at the very least, we need to learn how to laugh at it while we all collectively go down with the ship.

Now, ICE raids? They’re the authoritarian roommate equivalent of storming into your room at 3 a.m. and yelling, “EVERYONE OUT, NOW!” while you’re just trying to watch Netflix in peace. Naturally, people are pissed—and hence, the social media outrage, hence the reinactment of WWII in a city near you.

Here’s the kicker: being pissed off is like COVID—it’s damn catchy! Just like a smile can spread faster than a rumor in a high school cafeteria, the unbelievable bullshit that comes from doing something stupid, getting caught, and then pointing the finger at the cop like they were the ones who parked the car on the sidewalk? Yeah, it’s that stupid.

Seriously, it’s like a viral meme in the world of idiocy. One person’s meltdown can ignite a whole chain reaction of “Hold my beer, watch this!” moments. And trust me, the only thing worse than being the idiot in the spotlight is watching others join the parade of morons. So, let’s all take a moment to appreciate the sheer ridiculousness of it all—because if we don’t laugh, we might just end up crying.

In truth, this book—coming soon!—isn’t just a laugh riot; it’s packed with solid information about why we do the dumb shit we do and, more importantly, how to avoid becoming a useful idiot for the people who’ve mastered the fine art of mindf*cking the masses. Consider it your guide to dodging the bullshit and keeping your sanity intact in a world gone mad.

Riots, however, are protests’ drunk, angry cousin. They start with “Let’s make a point” and quickly turn into “Let’s burn some shit down!” It’s chaos: flipping cars, smashing windows, and, for some, a convenient excuse to loot a Walmart and snag a free TV. For example: LA today. Or yesterday. Or, honestly, pick any random Tuesday in LA. If you’re not sure whether it’s a protest or a riot, just check if there’s a couch on fire in the middle of the street. If yes? Riot. If not? Protest. It’s really that simple.

The ongoing riot in LA is a clusterf*ck of monumental proportions, and it all starts with a weak-ass governor who seems more interested in auditioning for a Netflix drama than actually governing. Gavin Newsom, the self-proclaimed savior of California, is out here juggling riots, forest fires, sky-high taxes, and his dream of forcing everyone into electric vehicles (you know, if you can afford one). At the same time, he hires his official photographer to capture his perfect hair. Oh, and let’s not forget his obsession with wind power—because nothing screams “leadership” like betting the farm on a breeze.

This clownshow thinks he can blog, tweet, and virtue-signal his way into the Oval Office by calling Trump a “loser” every five minutes. Meanwhile, LA is burning, businesses are being looted, and self-driving cars are literally on fire. But sure, Gavin, keep telling us how this is all Trump’s fault while you dare the National Guard to arrest you like you’re starring in some low-budget action movie.

Stay tuned, folks. Because if this is the kind of leadership Newsom’s bringing to the table, 2028 is shaping up to be one hell of a circus.

We’re being told not to believe our lying eyes—apparently, the riot is totally peaceful. But hey, why not ask the people who’ve lost their businesses, been pelted with rocks, or had Molotov cocktails tossed at them how “peaceful” it feels? I’m sure they’d have a different perspective. Were they out there roasting hot dogs on the burning cars? Maybe making s’mores while their livelihoods went up in flames?
Because nothing says “peaceful protest” like shattered windows, looted stores, and a bonfire made out of someone’s Toyota. But sure, let’s just keep pretending it’s all kumbaya and good vibes while the city looks like the set of a post-apocalyptic movie.

Maybe they honestly think it’s just a protest—because, let’s be real, the weed stores out there must have the best stuff. How else do you explain people standing in front of burning buildings, looted stores, and smashed-up cars saying, “Yup, totally peaceful, bro”? Whatever they’re smoking, it’s gotta be next-level.

The book’s clocking in at 120K words of pure, unfiltered chaos and will be hitting the market soon, with zero censorship. Want a front-row seat to the lunacy of our world? Sign up for emails and get ready to laugh, cry, and wonder how the hell we got here. Don’t miss out—because let’s face it, stupidity this good deserves to be shared.

-Best

SB3 and other Bullshit.

The Temperance Movement: Texas Edition

Why only part of a chapter, well…I need you, readers, to share this with people, especially in Texas. My logic is simple: corruption in government isn’t just a DC thing; it is rife when anyone is in power, as most people have a price tag. Yep, their vote can be bought, and that is why those who make a paltry 150k a year as a public servant manage to have millions of dollars in the bank. With that…Here is why Governor Abbot needs to veto Bill SB3 and why Texans need to really look at who they put into office.

Update: 6/14/25, I follow this, not because I use this product or because others I know do, but I follow this because I hate corruption. Here is a video that, if true, backs up my thoughts on the matter. https://www.youtube.com/shorts/gTxolr_sNLA When politicians have a price tag for their vote, they need to go. When I saw Dan being interviewed as to why he was so passionate about his stance on SB3 I could tell he was lying through his teeth. It’s a shame, I am disappointed that he could be purchased so easily. I hope I am wrong but the evidence is pretty clear that I am not.

Another update for you… https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/us/newsom-administration-moves-to-permanently-ban-hemp-thc-in-california/ar-AA1GGt7Q?ocid=socialshare

It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to see that the marijuana industry is purchasing politicians. Using scare tactics like kids are getting ahold of this dangerous stuff is just fucking stupid shit. Kids have been smoking pot for years. Do they really expect anyone with two neurons firing to believe that a kid can go into a vape shop, gas station, or liquor store and buy THC products? Really?? Are you that dumb, or do you hope that the public is?

THC is cutting into their profit margins, period, full stop! Thats the reason and anything esle us bullshit!

Here’s the deal, and try to keep this in your brain for more than two seconds: If you, as someone who doesn’t regularly use this product (whatever the hell it is—fill in the blank with whatever your questionable curiosity has latched onto), decide to give it a go, would you rather take a small, sensible dose from a company that actually has something to lose if they screw it up? You know, like a lawsuit, or their entire business? Or—brace yourself—would you rather waltz up to a guy behind some sketchy counter named Skeeter? Yes, Skeeter. The same guy whose resume probably includes “part-time snake wrangler” and “full-time questionable life choices.” Go ahead, take Skeeter’s mystery potion. What could possibly go wrong? Spoiler: everything.

It’s like booze, really. Adults have this magical thing called freedom of choice. We can choose to try it, use it, or decide, “Nah, I’d rather not puke in a bush tonight.” But here’s where it gets stupid: the more you regulate it, the more you turn law-abiding taxpayers into criminals. Congratulations, you’ve just handed the cartels a big, wet, sloppy kiss and an even bigger chunk of control over Americans. It’s that simple. Like, kindergarten-level simple. This isn’t rocket science, folks—it’s common sense, something that, ironically, seems to be in shorter supply than Skeeter’s back-alley concoctions.

So, yeah, let’s think about that the next time we’re debating whether to trust a regulated industry or a guy with three teeth selling “premium” goods out of his trunk. Skeeter might be charming, but I’d rather not end up on an episode of Dateline.

SB3 feels eerily familiar. Remember Prohibition? That delightful experiment in the 1920s, where America decided to ban alcohol because it was ruining families, corrupting morals, and making people dance the Charleston? Yeah, that didn’t go well. Instead of turning everyone into sober saints, Prohibition gave us speakeasies, bootleggers, and Al Capone. Crime skyrocketed, people drank anyway, and the government eventually had to admit they’d completely fucked it up. Sound familiar? Because it should.

Let’s be honest: banning THC is just Prohibition 2.0. The second this law goes into effect, you know what’s going to happen? People are going to turn to the black market. They’ll buy unregulated THC products made by some guy named Skeeter in his garage. Kids who might’ve stolen a gummy from mom’s stash will now buy God-knows-what off the streets. And criminals? Oh, they’re going to make a killing. Congratulations, Texas. You’ve just created a THC mafia. Great job, everyone.

No report on stupidity would be complete without remembering the tens of thousands who have died from fentanyl laced street drugs.

Supporters vs. Opponents: A Comedy of Errors

The folks pushing for this ban claim it’s about protecting public health, especially minors. Because, you know, kids are apparently walking into gas stations and buying THC gummies like they’re Skittles. (Side note: Have these people ever been to a gas station? You can barely buy a pack of gum without showing ID.) They also argue that expanding medical cannabis is a better solution. Sure, because Texas is definitely known for its progressive stance on medical weed. Cough.

On the other side, you’ve got people pointing out the obvious: this ban is dumb as hell. It’s going to wreck the economy, strip people of personal freedoms, and create a thriving black market. Oh, and it’s not actually going to stop anyone from using THC. Because, fun fact, people don’t stop doing something just because it’s illegal. If they did, the War on Drugs wouldn’t have been the colossal failure that it is.

Dear Governor Abbott: Stop the Stupid Shit

Before Abbott signs this disaster into law, someone really needs to sit him down and explain a few things. First, this ban is going to turn everyday Texans into criminals. Second, the state’s going to lose billions in taxable income. Third, kids who might’ve swiped a gummy from their parents are now going to end up buying sketchy black-market products that could actually harm them. And finally, this whole thing is just plain stupid. Like, epically, historically stupid. The kind of stupid that’ll end up in history books next to Prohibition as a cautionary tale of governmental overreach.

So, Governor Abbott, if you’re reading this (and let’s be real, you’re probably not), please don’t sign this bill. Don’t be the guy who reenacts the Temperance Movement with weed. History won’t be kind, and neither will the memes.

Whoever had the genius idea to write and sponsor SB3—the THC ban bill—should be primaried so hard they forget what day it is. Seriously, anyone who tries to run for re-election after pulling this bullshit deserves to be sent home with a “kick me” sign taped to their back.

Now, you might ask, “How do you know SB3 was cooked up by lobbyists and handed to the public like it was the second coming of Christ?” Easy. They pulled out the emotional sales playbook, straight from the Sally Struthers School of Manipulation, and started waving the “save the children” flag like it was a clearance sale at Hobby Lobby.

Listen, if lawmakers are tugging at your heartstrings, it’s a pretty safe bet you’re about to get screwed—because if the bill actually made sense, they’d be using facts, not reruns of A Very Special Episode.

Let’s get real: I grew up in the ‘60s. If you thought it was just adults sneaking joints behind the gym, you’re high on something stronger than THC seltzer. Kids have been finding ways to get stoned for generations. This bill isn’t going to stop them; it’s just going to make things more annoying for everyone else.

Here’s my totally not-so-wild guess: the people bankrolling this nonsense are the same ones making bank off medical weed. The TCUP crowd is pissed because suddenly everyone can get a buzz from a can of seltzer that tastes like a chemistry experiment gone wrong, and—get this—you don’t need a doctor’s permission slip to buy it.

And how did Dan Patrick get all but one Republican to sign on? Oh, I don’t know, maybe he promised to fund their pet projects if they played along? That’s politics, baby! If you ever wonder why politicians do stupid shit, just remember: it’s always about money and power. Always.

Florida tried this same shit show, and Ron DeSantis came in swinging, vetoing that bill like he was auditioning for American Gladiators. My one hope is that Greg Abbott takes a page out of the DeSantis playbook and gives this crap the boot it deserves.

Nothing says “stupid shit” like politicians pretending to save the children while actually just saving their own cash flow. Let’s hope Abbott sees through the smoke and mirrors, because we’ve had enough of this legislative clown show.

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