Double Bees

 I read Tim Cook's memo.   Tim Cook is a pathetic cretin.  Deescalation is a pathetic choice of words.  Apple products are built for pennies on the dollar in Asia, in theory immigration in any form could "hurt" apples ability to staff its giant sweatshops in Asia. But most likely his tepid both sides response is because he doesn't want Trump and Republicans to slap tariffs on his products.   Apple was founded by a first generation child of an immigrant. If trump and republicans were in power then, Tim apple wouldn't have a job now, or the millions in his bank account.  What a sorry excuse for a human and leadership. 

I grew up long ago enough to have run the risk that Never Again would have been my first words.  For a vast majority of that time I was under the impression that Never Again referred to genocide.  This morning, I had to turn off the UN Remembrance day stream, as it was being ruined by the Israeli and American ambassadors.   The atrocities that took place during world war two and the holocaust were committed by humans. They were committed by regular people, their hatred and hardships abused by those in power. The Yom Ha Shoa and Holocaust remembrance days that I grew up on were built on these ideas.  They were built on the idea that if the Jews had been completely exterminated, the Nazi's would not stop. Another "them" would have been identified and systematically slaughtered, erased from the face of the earth.  As the world slowly wore away at my naivety, i learned of all the ways society had failed at that mission. Rwanda, Darfur, the Congo, Bosnia, Cambod...

 My LinkedIn feed is infected with what everyone seems to refer to as AI slop.  I will admit, for nearly a decade I have been trying to figure out what LinkedIn is, but have only been able to settle on "not this." It has become some odd version of Facebook but with a good haircut and a tie. It makes you feel like you are important and that your opinion matters. Feed the algorithm; feed Microsoft; destroy reality. I would like to ignore it, but I'm not sure that is possible (at least from a business world point of view). Regardless, today i realized one of my bigger issues with AI. AI lets you do things more easily which can be both a boon and a curse.   This past summer, as we all basked in the warmth of the sun -- blissfully ignorant that Chief Brody did not mention that Chrissie Watkins had been killed by a shark earlier in the summer -- our conversations were filled with talk of the 50th anniversary of Jaws. As is part of any Jaws conversation, Bruce no doubt is m...

 I suppose it's only normal for a person to become disillusioned with society. After all, isn't that the quintessential American father? disillusioned with his job, children, life, and society resulting in him watching sports on TV in his underwear with a generic branded beer in his hands? Or perhaps this is the result of being "educated" in a world that seems to be constantly bombarded by alternate facts and realities.  Better yet, perhaps it is the constant barrage of being told how wrong you are by the authorities in your life. Bosses, leadership, government representatives, they all seem to tell me the same thing, "no. you're wrong."  And yet, minutes, hours, days, or even years later I am proven right. For most of my life (the same is undoubtedly true for most of you out there) the retort upon being proven correct is either dismissal or flat out lies. It is endlessly frustrating.  Is this a generational thing? Does everyone feel like this at some po...

When I was a wee lad, there was nothing that worried me more than someone knocking on the front door when my parents weren't home. Even if I did answer the door, what would I tell them?   It seemed safer to just hide in the dining room and wait until the knocking stopped; after all, how long could they knock for before giving up.  As I grew older, my fears subsided to a point and I was happy to answer the door in any state. After all, people would be respectful... right?  For the past decade, there has been a wrapping on the communal front door. Slowly that knocking has turned into a banging. Now, no longer the polite knuckled tapping but a full fledged clenched fist, pinky end led pounding upon what feels as though the only defense against Elie Wiesel's night. Each day the pounding grows louder. Each day its defense less palatable. Yet we cower in silence under the dining room table, praying it will stop and go away, like cowards.   At what point do y...

 its funny to me how egotistical everyone is.  i try and deny it, thinking i'm the only one who thinks more of others… but thats a lie. i've wished that someone would read this and i would get famous. but no one will. slowly i'll get better... i hope.