Oh, Ireland. Where are we now, after a full year of the big Lurgi lockdown? Nowhere further along to freedom being restored, it seems. Oh, sure, we had brief glimpses over the wall, but that was just to tease us, wasn’t it? A big joke on us; a prank to make us think that if we played along, our jailers would set us free sooner. Still, we learned to love our servitude, didn’t we? Kissed the jailor’s hand, and even begged to be beaten down some more.
Well, folks, I hope those of you that played along are happy now. What’s that you say? It’s people like me that are holding the rest of you back from getting your freedom? Suuuure. You keep on believing that, then, if that gets you any further along, towards freedom. I think you’ll find it doesn’t, but far be it from me to try to persuade you differently. I know well how people like to cling to beliefs that make them feel better. Bit sick of it now, are you? He he. Aren’t we all? I discuss a couple of aspects about the Lurgi lockdown, one personal, one political, that have cropped up for me recently, because of the events of the last year, in this livestream.
Never mind their psyOps. Maybe turn the narratives off for a while, completely, and dance to your own tunes, when you need a break from their madness? Freedom happens mostly in your own mind, anyway, some say. Just don’t tune out the truth, completely, through fear or blind trust, and expect it all to turn out grand in the end.
Whenever I’ve been unfortunate enough to have to do business with the dole office, to try to access payments I’m legally entitled to, I’ve had a bit of bother, as Frank Spencer would say. He wasn’t as good in the skills department as me, I imagine, and his CV wouldn’t have extended to one page, let alone the two and a half that the dour-faced and depressing-to-look-at pen pusher behind the interview desk frowned on, as being far too much longer than the one page she thought a tech job CV should be. She shared her top tip, keep it to under one page, when casting a look that could turn clients to stone, first at me, then my CV, which she handled as though COVID-19 was already here, last time I was called for a “Job Activation” interview. Never mind that I had taught CV preparation myself, as part of my work, before, or had done a top-up module in CV skills, on a digital media journalism Diploma course. No. She knew best, Ms. dole office, or at least hoped I thought she did, as she struck me as a lot more grim-faced after she’d seen my CV, which I imagine had a lot more qualifications listed than hers would have (not that she would need to be producing hers for some sour wagon at a pointless dole interview, since she already had her pen-pushing gig) . It didn’t get me a job of course. In my mid fifties, in a job market dominated by imported workers from EU agencies, and a gap in my CV showing I was unemployed, I wasn’t terribly surprised. I’d even applied for jobs overseas, ‘though I baulked at the few that were advertised that I had some chance of getting, teaching jobs in Saudi Arabia and China. Nah. I thought. I’d just shake some guy’s hand the first week, and it’d be downhill quite quickly from there. Even three hots and a cot wouldn’t be guaranteed, either, I’m thinking, in those sorts of regimes.
Mind you, our regime isn’t much better, if they insist you hike it out to attend a going nowhere that results in a job session, in the middle of a COVID-19 lockdown. I had already been getting letters every couple of weeks from them, to attend meetings cited over 50kms away, with no public transport route to get me there. I don’t drive, of course. I’m unemployed, and was a zero-contract dispos-a-worker type, when I was getting the crumbs of work left over from what the foreign agency workers hadn’t time for. I was the first to go, and last to be respected, as many Irish employers seem to prefer agency workers, who provide the quick turnover needed, to Irish employees, who, let’s face it, answer back, ‘cos they speak English. They might also have a super CV, which could put you to shame if you hired them, and make you look like the complete thicko that you are, just there because you slept with the boss, and know where the tax money is hidden, or maybe your actual daddy’s the boss. Small companies like to keep things in the family, while larger ones like to keep things as impersonal as possible, preferably by not having anyone Irish working there at all. Hence the bewilderment of visitors to Irish shores who wonder why there are no Irish staff in hotels or restaurants. They’re probably busy completing a series of Job Activation interviews, for jobs they have no hope of getting, in which they are berated by being told they are just not trying hard enough to get one of those jobs there are so many of, according to the massaged figures, which count the various work schemes the state runs as employment.
I’ve been shoved onto those as well, and if I don’t get a job, can be expected to bounce about from one type of work scheme to another, until I am an old age pensioner, as although each type has a maximum timelimit, it’s easy to get around that by having lots of differently named ones. Usually, they involve picking up litter, sweeping roads, or freezing your behind off in the rain in a range of ways that seem designed to destroy the individuals dignity, and health, but keep an army of supervisors on a good wage, while the person on the scheme gets none of the training in skills suitable to their existing skills, which the schemes promise in the small print, nor the training grant that they are entitled too either. I know. I’ve asked, as I figured learning to drive might increase my ability to get work, but my question was brushed under the carpet, as I almost was too, when they put me on a scheme which said it was an office job, and turned out to be a janitor’s job. I had to go home that first day, to change out of smart office clothes into my oldest jeans, as no work wear was provided. I refused to go up on a roof to clean a gutter on that job, and kicked up a stink, arguing that I had never worked in the janitorial arena, so had no existing skills there I wished to build on. My teaching and digital media qualifications, as well as my rather super, if I don’t mind saying so myself, communications skills, persuaded them to get me off the roof, and into an office, to teach web design. I learned nothing, and had few students, but it’s about keeping the little gulag going, as this cheap labour helps provide services for councils, and keep the unemployment figures looking healthier than they really are.
I find I have to remind dole office workers, and the companies they liase with, of Irish law, regularly, as they have broken their own department’s rules several times already with me, e.g. insisting I work on a scheme while already having a real job . Now it seems, they’d like to again push the boat out, by ignoring Leo Varadkar, who’s going hoarse telling everyone to just stay at home, to observe the COVID-19 restrictions. The foreign contract workers must think we Irish are stupid, for paying them €350 for 12 weeks, to sit at home during the crisis, so the company they worked for will hire them back whenever the crisis is over, while the people like me, who were made unemployed before the virus sent the country into lockdown, get the old rate of jobseeker’s benefit, and told to risk infecting people by traveling to even-more-pointless-than-usual job activation interviews, for what, exactly? To work on a CV again (oooo, maybe we could shorten it even more, and leave out those three qualifications), and be asked why I think I haven’t gotten any replies this week from employers, I suppose. Em, because we’re on a feckin’ lockdown, you complete idiot.
Update: I discovered I shouldn’t have been asked to do JobPath at all, since I haven’t been unemployed for 12 months yet. They started insisting I go to JobPath interviews, however, as soon as I signed on as full-time unemployed. They’ve tried illegal things on me before, like insisting I do a community employment scheme when I was employed; those schemes are also only for those unemployed, for over 12 months. One finds oneself having to do battle with these dishonest people, just to get one’s legal rights upheld, as they will insist black is white, even as you show them their own rules, off goverment websites. Perhaps the fact that there is a lot of money involved in the schemes is a factor in their stubborn hostility towards unemployed people, but it’s certainly made difficult for unemployed people to access the payments they are entitled to, without having to put up quite a fight for them.
You are cordially invited to my Revelations party tomorrow, June 9th at YouTube. The party starts at 2pm CDT, UTC-5, East Coast 4pm, or 8pm GMT (an hour or so later for central European viewers). I will be discussing the recent doxing I received from an aquaintance from another channel. Here’s your party invite:
The people that brought youQare keeping the life support campaign going, and the patient seems to be still alive, and reviving from the recent coma, induced by the recent collision with reality. Q is up and about again, and getting legs it seems.
Voices of dissent are being heard, and a new conversation is starting, on issues that weren’t disscussed while the topic of Q was still the trendist thing around, and the only thing anyone could see. Some are rushing out to join the frey, like Annie Get Your Gun, singin’ ‘Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better’, a few others are sitting by the patient’s bed, and some are chatting away to other folks in the hallways while the patient’s diapers and bedsheets are getting changed.
It’s a difficult conversation. Some folks in it aren’t sure what each other’s relationship to the patient actually is, and there is debate about whether Q will be the same person at all when he’s fully recovered; will he be a shadow of his former self, or a new man altogether? Only time will tell, and the time window for full recovery seems to be narrowing all the time. At least all Q’s friends and foes got to meet at last; even if it wasn’t pretty, it’s good to talk.
An interesting chat on Irish radio with Sean O’Rourke, about social media, and the growing campaign to persuade people to engage less online. Is it a good idea, or just another manipulation tactic, by a group with vested interests in shutting down discourse?
Call me the suspicious type, but I know in the business world leopards don’t stop being spotty overnight, even if they are living in a different habitat, or eating their prey off a different patch of ground. The protestations are as hard to swallow as when an antelope horn goes down one’s gullet sideways. This guy.
And this guy.
And, of course, this guy.
OK, lads. We hear you, and we’ll get back to you on it. Maybe stick a post up, tweet you, make a video, whatever. We won’t ring you though, ‘cos we know your phone is off.
They say that the full moon brings out the crazies. There might be something in that. I recently had a go at editing a video for upload on my YouTube channel, which has feckall subscribers, so if I made a mess of it I wouldn’t make to much of a fool of myself, or garner too many negative comments. How wrong can you be?
The video itself got very few views, so little in the way of negative comments, since it didn’t exactly take YouTube by storm. No, it was me, myself and I that got all the comments, from one quite harsh critic, called Stacey Ann Hightower. Except she’s not called that at the moment. It changes a lot more often than her mood, which usually stays in the angry zone, unsurprisingly, since she has been a satellite planet in the pull of the exploding supernova known as the Denise Matteau channel. While she’s been flung off course by the explosion of Denise Matteau‘s main channel, shut down by repeated strikes for bullying and harassment, she has decided to reinvent herself and attach herself to the orbit of what she sees as up-and-coming stars that were circling in the same orbits in YouTube. She’s pretty deluded if she thinks that’s me, but in the crazy light of the moon, the lunatics dance and the keyboard campaigns of hatred are launched like rockets (too heavy with the confused astral metaphors, you think?).
So anyhow, Stacey Ann Hightower, who used to be Neon Flux, and has again changed her name, this time to Donna Syko Emerald, for posting slander about me in various comment sections where nobody really gives a d*mn about either of us, or has any idea who we even are, has been wearing herself ragged trying to persuade people in the ‘Truther Community’ on YouTube that myself and another guy called Aaron have been stalking herself and Denise Matteau, and are out to kill herself and her family. Crazy stuff, and there’s more; we are convicted pedophiles as well, it seems.
Not quite sure where her evidence is for any of the outrageous allegations, but that’s the kind of thing crazies get up to with their keyboards when the moon shines in their window. Or when they’re not busy doing another beer run at the local off-license or issuing their own death threats.
Part of what triggered her was the fact that when she used to be the YouTuber known as Neon Flux I wrotea post here which included her, and also featured her friend and ours, Denise Matteau. I was never a member of what Denise liked to think of as her little ‘Family’, but she and Neon were good buddies. Used to Email each other everyday, with all sorts of schemes and dreams constantly on the boil. Neon still uses Denise’s name as her own at times, she’s that big a fan.
Shame Denise went off her, when she realised that Neon might be more of an liability to the survival of her channel than an asset, and when the pot threatened to boil over, Denise spilled the beans on Neon, and burned her rather badly, divulging her personal details in videos, and reading out Emails Neon had sent her. Here’s a reposting of a video of a special reading Denise did from Neon’s Emails, that’s now gone the way of Denise’s main channel.
After Denise jettisoned Neon publicly, Neon threatened to sue her, and Denise then put around the story that Neon was working with me, Donna the professional killer (long story), and Aaron Cross, AKA Montagraph, ‘the pedophile’, and child killer, according to herself, as we had been public enemies for quite a while, me, for having dared to do a blog post about Denise’s life, which she had already splashed all over the internet herself, and Aaron, because she thought he was Montagraph, who can’t stand her either, since that time she said he was a pedo, and whipped her subscribers into a frenzy of hatred against him (whew, that sentence was longer than Proust, though it didn’t have as much literary style, I gotta admit). Wild stuff, but there were other thoroughly nutty people in Denise’s orbit who still believe this version of The Truth, and are rumbling out their convoy of lies around the various channels, trying to drum up a ‘crew’ to harass the so-called ‘trolls’.
Aww. De poa hurty wurty feewings when yo fweend wont twoll foa yo.
The whole thread on this video became funny when Delphi wanted to have a beauty contest with me, in an attempt to get me to ‘out’ my real-life identity. Wanted me to slug it out back on her horse channel. I posted a picture of myself looking my very best, since I just couldn’t get her off my back any other way. She hasn’t a chance against this fine thing.
Interestingly enough, just the week before she posted on the thread Delphi had been back on her own channel telling people she was being ‘stocked’, and was back in Denise’s good graces, working with her to resolve the Aaron problem. She told her friend she would Email. She’s good at staying in touch with people.Despite the fact that she avoids the internet like the plague.
Seems Delphi was creating her story and making sure it stuck long before she arrived on the YouTubeStory2Chinada3 video to cause trouble. She is currently telling her subscribers that she will be offline, and they are all getting concerned, and asking if she is OK. The finger will be no doubt pointed in Aaron and myself’s direction when she makes her next video. Maybe she is hoping she will impress Denise with her stocking skillz.
As for our old friend Neon, she’s had a rough time over at my Donna’s Moon Story video. Click the video above, and select View on YouTube, if you want to see the comments, but believe me, you are going to learn some new phrases that I hope you will never need to use yourself in your daily life. Be sure to expand the Comments Button To Sort By Newest first, as shown here.
She’s currently sleeping it off, though I seriously doubt she will rethink her attitudes when the sun comes up on a new day.
Update: You know my remarks about how to access Stacy/Neon’s nasty remarks on my video comment section? Well, ignore them, because she has removed them. I know you are probably driven mad with curiosity to see what was said before she passed out from emotional overload, or overload of something or other anyway, so I will post them here below. I’m putting them below the following book quote, in case you want to think over whether you want to look at something this yukky, so be warned.
Stacey thought if she just kept repeating the allegations somebody would believe them, and she could drag as many personal enemies and allegations into the stalker ring conspiracy as possible by going big on the lie. She had seen that this technique often worked for Denise, because they got the idea about our being stalkers and all the other horrible things from Denise, and believed them. Or just wanted everyone else to believe them, because they hated us for what they saw as a group of people working together to try to break up their Family cult, sorry, emmmm….cosy fellowship, of them against the world. And as if we didn’t get the message that she wanted us to know that she was still bestest buds with Denise, this comment was next.
It’s a bit confused, and the plot isn’t consistent, but confusion just adds to the whole conspiracy, dontcha think? Kindof a ‘Well, you must be over the target, because people seem to be getting annoyed’ school of logic, that so many deluded, what are now colloquially known as ‘Qtards‘ seem to use to make decisions when arriving at ‘The Truth‘. Stacey was determined to carry on with whatever bs she was trying to sell despite anything I said to the contrary. My version wasn’t as exciting, of course. It was just a standard response one makes when they’ve been threatened with a throat slitting (see comment above my drunk video at top of this page).
It went on and on. I got bored. I won’t bore you further. It was more of the same, with several name changes along the way. Currently, she’s Donna Psycho Emerald on this channel, where she carries on with inept trolling by making playlists, and Photoshopping a hat on my profile picture. Oh well, keeps her off the streets, I suppose. And her 10 subscribers, which I suspect are all her. Until she has to go out for more beer. She’s bound to be thirsty after all that hard work. Still, hard work never killed anyone, as they say, and it’s done wonders for her creativity, as she’s coming up with cute playlist names like ‘Donna Emerald the truth of her t3rror1sm‘ and ‘Aaron Cross stalker of women, offender of children‘. I like the hat, too.
Oh well, let’s leave them to their astral madness; seems that people will go on believing what they want to believe and turn their faces from the light of intelligence, to continue bathing in moon madness.
I have long been an admirer of your fine publication, which I believe to be an indispensible aide to introducing drama in my life, on the occasional moments when my own imagination fails me. I submit for your consideration the following items, which I’m sure you will be riveted by, as my numerous subscribers are. I believe these will create quite a stir in your dramatic community, just as they have in my own corner of the internet, which I like to think of as Youtubia.
Let’s kick off, shall we, with one of my latest videos, which pretty much sums up the whole drama that has unfolded in my life. I have bullet-pointed here some of the more pertinent and salient points for your further elucidation. I know it’s hard to follow, but I make many, many videos, and it will eventually begin to sink in to your understanding, after a while, and you will come to the same conclusions about the gang that have been stalking me for years, once you watch everything, and, like me, learn to discern what’s real, in the dramatic tale that unfolds nightly on my channel.
The main dramatic points I would like draw your attention to are as follows:
Donna Emerald, who may well be the historical stalker known as Brian Birmingham, and her video filmed from my original work, which I can’t remove from her channel because of the YouTube cult’s strange shenanigans effecting the Submit button’s efficaciousness. I predicted his arrest way back in 2010, and the police will be no doubt catching up with him any day now, along with the many, many people I have found, mostly on YouTube, who are operating in the SAME HUGE INTERNATIONAL GANG, all wanting my important informations, all wanting to SHUT ME UP!
A defense of the character and ethics of The Jesus Christians, the ‘kidney cult’, and a brief but effective endorsement of Brother Dave’s new cult, the ‘End Time Survivors’ and a plug for his book, available from reputable online retailers.
The long but interesting saga of my important family has been hardly covered at all here (I can send you links to many other fascinating videos, some of which include Hillary Clinton and a paint factory – the things I know about that woman would amaze you!), but I do cover the Friday night that one of my brothers disowned me, refusing to help me remove some my personal informations from the interwebs; also, my dramatic retelling of the ‘Brenham Pond’ dumping charge, and how I ended up doing time for my crime, all because of this brother of mine.
Need more background? Why certainly; I can see how difficult it might be to follow along with the storms, tribulations, and hurricanes that have blown through my life. My autobiography, which I am planning to publish soon, will expose such trolls as Donna Emerald and UNIROCK, and the whole world will be red-pilled. No doubt investigations which have been closed long ago will again reopen as a result of my dramatic efforts, and I will be proved right about everything.
I enclose some background on Donna Emerald, and that goddam blog, which is untakedownable (see also most of my videos for updates about her evil doings with the international stalker gang, but ignore the first 2 mins or so of each video, where I bullsh♥t about my grapes and melons; that’s to fool the bot army watching me).
Excuse the language in the next one, but I know we’re all adults here, so we can handle the drama, and w♣nker seemed to be the correct word to describe the shill known as UNIROCK.
His handling of the ‘Corsi Email affaire’ was way beyond gauche in my opinion, and his Gaytaxi pal helped him to try to make me look foolish, an impossible task which they both failed miserably at, despite having help from such big names as Alex Jones. He blocked me from the live chat on this one too. How very dare he! I called him out on his lies of course. I can’t stand liars.
Now I know you specialize in documenting some of the best flare-ups, flounce-offs and fruit-cakes in existence in Youtubia, but I feel the dramatic nature of the information my news channel provides easily knocks everyone else’s content out of the ballpark, and I am willing to let you publicize my content so you can share in the spoils and bathe in the reflected glory, that is, at bottom, the work I feel The Lord is calling me to as a warrior for justice. You have 48 hours to respond. If I do not hear back from you I will be suing you for loss of earnings, naturally, as I have wasted the best part of an afternoon, when I could have been sewing quilts. As it is, I have already spent too much time trying to fill out the bΨstard complaint about that professional stalker Donna Emerald’s video. I can see I will need to write to my special friends as well, if I want to get her dealt with, and the rest of the gang who have been after me for many years now, trying to ruin my quilt making business, and then blaming the whole thing on afewlittle Palmetto bugs, as if a bug snug on a rug mattered.
D. S. Matteau
p.s. Here are some further links for your consideration.
A link to the goddam post that goddam troll Donna put up, that I can’t get removed.
A link to another d®mn video I got removed, but the troll bots at Youtubia got put back up.
The full f@%king video by the kill squad mercenary, Donna Emerald, which I found out I can’t get taken down, despite finally getting the Submit button to submit to me, because the c you next Tuesday filmed it on her own camera.
Authors note: The above post is intended for comedic/dramatic/entertainment purposes only and was written by myself, under the pen-name Donna Emerald. None of the information included in the post regarding Denise Matteau can be interpreted as being factual. Some of the videos are Ms. Matteau’s intellectual property, and I have respected this by linking the videos to her YouTube channel(s). Who knows what the truth is? All of reality could be one giant LARP. One thing’s for certain, people are like onions; there’s a lot going on under the skin, and it’s part of the wonderful drama we call life. Have fun with it. Don’t take it too seriously, because therein lies the way to madness.
Postscript: Shortly after this letter was penned, Denise went missing from YouTube. If you know where she is, don’t approach her, as she is armed with a sharp tongue, from which you may get a lashing if you startle her.
This is a podcast from Irish Radio 1’s 2nd May programme, featuring Sean O’Rourke’s Guest Dr. Harry Barry, on the importance of developing emotional resilience in childhood. Click on the book cover image to hear the 13 minute interview. The author makes a compelling argument that kids need to develop social skills by playing, socialising, and doing things with their hands. He points out something which is starting to be a conversation which the whole of Ireland is currently having about the future of their children.
When we were kids, it was still possible to play in the streets without getting creamed by a passing car or lorry. When it was raining fun was still had, with card or board games in the house.
Felt pens and drawing pictures and cutting out things to put in scrap books, or hobbies like bird-watching or reading passed the free time. At the weekend the family, if they were lucky enough to have a car, could head out into the countryside and the parents could admire nature while the kids walked about hitting things with sticks (if you were a boy, or catching butterflies to look at or collecting flowers to press (if you were a girl). At school there were sports and activities. I learned Irish dancing and gymnastics when I was at primary school; sports and exercise are now avoided almost entirely in schools because of insurance costs being prohibitive, and sport coming last on the school spending list as a result. Now, by the time children reach secondary school, sports are discouraged in deference to the perception that passing exams should be the main focus of all a child’s energies.
Ireland was still, even in the 1960s, a largely rural and agricultural society, which set great store on being able to do things with your hands, as being handy was a necessary skill whether you wanted to tie a knot which would hold properly in something in the farmyard, or just wanted to recycle your own shoelace for the umpteenth time.
There was still a lot of poverty around in the cities, although the grinding poverty experienced by the lower classes in Victorian Dublin had been largely eradicated, and persisted largely in the inner city.
Consumer goods were expensive, and many mothers chose to make as much clothing for the family as was practical because it was cheaper than buying off the rack, and meals were made from scratch, as fast food wasn’t even a thing back then. Interestingly, nowadays, some problems are resurfacing that had been fixed, we thought, many years ago in Irish society, such as, it is being discovered, malnourishment, which is again a health issue for kids, though this time around, it is accompanied by obesity. The fast food so widely available and popular with mums for its time-saving qualities, and beloved by kids because of advertising and cheap plastic toysthat come with the cheap plastic meal, is having huge health consequences for children that will last throughout their lives. They might live longer than earlier generations, but they will have more chronic conditions, many directly connected to modern lifestyles, which they will have to take more drugs for, and spend more time going in and out of hospitals than earlier generations.
As for illegal drug use, that seems to be growing in popularity as a pastime as children progress to adulthood, and there is a huge epidemic of drugs in Irish cities, with drug deaths estimated at three times the rate of the rest of Europe. The clip shown above is a short documentary from 2013, and gives some background. The situation is much worse than that by now, and a walk down Dublin’s main street, O’Connell Street, is like walking through a take of a zombie movie.
Desperate measures are being taken by some to address some of the issues, before the next generation goes down the tubes in the way the earlier one has; the signs are already bad, but where there are signs of problems, there may also lie the seeds of the answers. One school in Traleehas made national headlines by getting together with parents to ban smartphones for their primary school age (5-12 year old) children. The campaign is picking up speed, as there has in recent months been a national debate raging about the malevolent influences of social media platforms on the mental health of Irish children.
As for development of inter-personal skills, as most of us know on an intellectual level, but perhaps don’t really get on an emotional level, online and offline are quite a different kettle of fish. One involves the tactile and sensory (perhaps the distinction will be blurred radically when virtual reality technology goes more mainstream), and the other is mainly about virtual hugs, or hate.
Our sense of self-worth is vital to our development as a human being, and to our happiness as individuals, and contributors to a harmonious society. Self-worth, as Dr. Harry Barry points out, can be taught, and there are a range of skills, some of which we discussed here, which are vital to pass on to subsequent generations, if we are to give them the tools to live well, and not just live like rats in a cage. Or at least, we might be crowded together like rats, but we can still care.
Recently I came across two people discussing the definition of the legal term ‘preponderance of evidence‘. After a bit of back and forth, someone visited the final arbitrator of all disputes these days, Google, to come up with a definitive answer. A further discussion ensued about the interpretation of this definition as well. Much of life’s grey areas are disputed this way between people, in the effort to consign items to their black or white categories, a state of affairs we tend to be more comfortable with.
We tend to put in the most work on items of discussion that won’t fit into our world view easily; if someone questions what we have decided is how things are, we will strive to get them to see why. It seems (from my point of view, anyway) that not as much intellectual effort goes into questioning what we already ‘know’ to be true. Psychology has come up with primacy/recency theories to examine how we add to our knowledge, to arrive at a unified outlook or point of view about reality.
It’s all relative, as someone once said. The landscape may appear to be whizzing by if you are a passenger on a train admiring the fast-changing landcape of city and country fields flying past, or it may move only as much as your head turns as you stand on the platform awaiting the 4:15 to Chester.
If you were someone in a space station admiring the beauty of the blue planet from your orbit you would have different ideas about what items were moving at what speed than someone on the ground looking up at the sky at night as you hurtled past, describing a slow arc across the night sky from the observer on the ground’s point of view, and perhaps a sedate pace from the point of view of the astronaut, based on what his senses were telling him, while the display panels in the captain’s cockpit might have some figures on which indicated a speedwhich might have the cops pulling you over if you considered trying them on your nearest motorway.
Another consideration when one is forming opinions is where you are starting out from. To take a Google example again (and why not, since it seems like Google is the giant spider controlling a huge part of our entangled lives on the web), ask its map app for info on how to get to somewhere, and you will be told ‘well, depends where your starting from’. Ask how long it takes and our googly-eyed friend will need to know what mode of transport we plan to use.
The point I’m making is that theories are all very well, but if you are to get anywhere in a discussion where broadening your mind is at least a possibility, if not a main objective (which is often to broaden the mind of someone else, which, from your viewpoint, may be rather too narrow, since it doesn’t concur with yours), you need to be able to see that different views of the world and opinions about reality are not so much as the crude saying has it, that ‘opinions are like a*sholes, everyone has one’, but more of a case of ‘where are you now, and where are you trying to get to?’ Many people are not actually trying to get anywhere new, they just want to be able to stay where they are without anyone bothering them by trying to change their mind, or persuade them into something that they don’t currently believe. The cognitive dissonance involved in this building of a bridge between the information which they already possess, and adding new information which might change some aspect of, or all of the beliefs about a topic which they hold dear to their hearts, might break them altogether, in a psychological sense. There are certainly a series of stages that one must pass through on an emotional level before arriving at a drastically new position if a centrally-held belief is being altered. That’s why discussions, or arguments, as they might be called in philosophical terms, can turn so nasty; our emotions and self-identity are so caught up in many items which make up our belief system that we go into ballistic mode if we feel these are being attacked. I guess we’ll just have to agree to disagree, sometimes.
What caused the flurry of fury unleashed by Cramer? What on earth did the commenter do before things descended to the nazi name-calling place? Posted a video, it seems, pretty innocuous stuff, unless you get enraged at people having the gall to drop expensive phones that their parents spent so much money on when they bought them for their precious offspring. Or maybe it was something to do with being an Antifa that triggered him, although I would have thought that the dancing cossacks footage in the first few seconds would be considered a real treat in their eyes. So hard to get right, when there are different outlooks meeting up. The only other Cramer (spelled with a K) that I knew predisposed me to smiling when I think of any or all Cramers (primacy theory), but maybe this one will modify my views (recency theory). But that might be just my perspective on it, and I may well be completely wrong. Anyway, happy May 1st, Florian, whoever you are.
OK. I’ll level with you right from the start. I don’t have all the answers, whether the person you want to deal with is someone else, or whether you came here hoping I had all the 100% guaranteed-to-work-every-time strategies for how to get your own anger under control, I don’t know it all. Sorry. Hope you are not too angry about that. I do have a few tips, however, that are very useful indeed when employed. Practiced, I should say, because like a lot of stuff in life, this, too, takes practice to get right. This is a light-hearted stab (oops, maybe a bad choice of words for a piece on anger) at the topic, and not meant to downplay the seriousness of the subject; anger can be very dangerous, very destructive, and is very worth talking about. Anger is a natural emotion which is not in itself evil or destructive, but I believe it requires management on an individual level, through use of self-discipline and self-knowledge. We can’t always do something about other angry people, but we can become more skilled at managing both our own angry impulses, and our reactions to other people’s anger. Willpower alone won’t keep our tempers in check for long, but development of emotional maturity by utilizing thinking skills effectively can.
The Sad Case of Trigglypuff
If you’re an honest enough person to admit you might have some kind of problem with anger (and many of us do, and can’t), ask yourself, is Trigglypuff me? We all have a little of Trigglypuff in us, hopefully not the whole beast , but we all lose the cool sometimes. This girl, however, shows no shame afterwards, which gives us the clue that this is her usual mode of behaviour when she’s abroad in the world. If she was throwing this tantrum in her room on her own, nobody would notice or care, but when it happens in public it gets everybody else pretty riled up too. Actually, the speaker she was interrupting at this campus lecture twigged this girl’s mental age pretty quickly, and gave her a mum-style telling off, before the full-scale tantrum erupted. Here’s the lead up to the ‘incident’.
We are human, and we react to strong emotion with strong emotion, to match the behaviour we are presented with. We might have some chance of staying calm when the angry person is not trying to make it our fault that they are angry, because we don’t have as much personally, emotionally, at stake in the angry outburst. Unfortunately, when the anger is directed at us, because it is somehow our fault, it’s a whole other story, the big guns come out, and war ensues.
Anger is an attempt to deal with internal conflict. In Trigglypuff’s case (I’m sorry I didn’t provide the girl’s name here, but she seems to have at least three different versions, and I don’t think she deserves the extra research, to be honest; do I need to be respectful of someone who has so little respect for themselves that they make no attempt to exert some control over their own emotions?) it is an attempt to get her views heard and accepted in an environment which she interprets as being hostile to them. So often anger has this at its core, the belief that one’s ideas or identity are not being accepted. This activates our primitive defense mechanisms because on an animal and emotional level, we perceive our physical safety as being threatened, and we swing into action, either verbally, or physically, against the perceived enemy. This lady on a flight, who found herself sitting beside a Trump voter just after the elections, was clearly feeling threatened. No doubt the mild-mannered young man she chose to berate felt the same, however his control of his emotions was a fair bit more developed than the woman, who didn’t make much effort to hide her feelings to save those of the young man, or her husband, or the air stewards who had to deal with her.
This lady is a good example of how anger often shows up how we think our own needs trump (sorry, lady, couldn’t help it) those of others. She wants what she wants, and to heck with everyone else. Her world view is utterly shattered by Donald Trump unexpectedly winning the US presidential elections, and she is angry because she wanted things her way. I think if we are being honest we must all be able to relate to something in this idea, that it sucks when things don’t go the way you want them to. I for one, although I find her behaviour a bit repulsive (her repulsive husband’s a whole different post) can feel her pain. Some folks take it further than just words, a lot further, and the reasons that they come up with to justify their violence can be ridiculous. This poor woman got beaten up by lefties because they reckoned she was a righty. Like that makes it OK. How? This is how polarized views can effect your emotions, and as we are seeing in all these examples, strong emotion caneffect your ability to think clearly and rationally.
It is a very uncomfortable feeling being angry; that’s why most people try to avoid getting to that place in themselves whenever they can. There’s a certain sort of person, however, who spends a lot of time in the angry place. For these we reserve the special badge of honour, the one-size-fits-many label of crazy. These elicit our pity rather than our empathy, because their anger is deemed to be completely out of proportion to, or unrelated to, the circumstances, as far as the onlookers to the drama can see.
These problem people can be relied upon to create havoc from peace with no provocation at all. All the drama and the imagined threats are in their heads, which are filled with paranoid ideas about how the world works that most of us couldn’t begin to fathom. These poor souls are in a hell of their own making, where they are constantly being persecuted by the rest of us, who, in reality, haven’t done anything to them at all.
The Demon Drink
I have to make a guess that the lady in the next video had more than one pint of Guinness in the bar before the ‘plane ever took off, and many’s the fight that happened or angry words exchanged when drink has loosened the inhibitions. The animal side of our nature comes out to play then, as anyone married to a mean drunk will tell you. The poor man sitting beside this lady looks like he wishes the floor would swallow him, he’s so embarrassed. Does she care? No. She is totally out of control. She can’t handle her emotions at all, and is clearly suffering as much as everyone else around her.
Help Is At Hand
OK, I hear you say. You certainly made a long-winded attempt to describe anger, but where’s the help you promised? Can you actually help me control my explosive temper, or cope with the effects of someone else blowing their top? Try these solutions out for size. If it’s someone else’s anger you need to deal with, try a little empathy. Empathy helps get you in the other person’s shoes. Imagine how awful it feels to be them at the moment they are truly losing their sh*t, how fired up they must feel inside as they thrust their finger in your face to emphasize their anger, and spit in your eye as they shout at you. See yourself performing the same actions, saying the same words. Instead of seeing the anger as something outside you, see it inside as you swop roles in your mind’s eye. You don’t have to be in agreement with what the person is saying, or doing. You just have to be able to imagine that it is you. This puts you in the empathetic place. People get empathy and sympathy mixed up sometimes; you don’t get anywhere with understanding anger if you only feel sorry for them having the burden of their anger, you must also be able to see something of how they got to the anger, or at least be able to experience some of what they are feeling. The removal of the self/other polarity helps with compassion, which, again, isn’t a sympathetic frame of mind, so much as an understanding one. It goes against the grain to open yourself up to someone who is causing you some uncomfortable feelings, as anger tends to do to those on the recipient end of it, but developing understanding is a good route into diffusing anger, since your emotions get disengaged from the situation just enough for you to see that there is no ‘payoff’ in feeding the angry persons emotions by reacting angrily in response. When the angry person doesn’t have a reciprocal angry response they often desist, because they have not gotten the fuel required to keep the anger going. This is an ideal situation; sometimes escape is impossible; when you live with an angry person you don’t always have the opportunity to escape the anger, and since anger tends to be a cyclical, repeating behaviour, the dread of more angry encounters can make even the smoothest anger-wranglers despair. I said I didn’t have all the answers; I wish I did. Sometimes people with anger issues are just grown-up bullies, and like all bullies seek you out when you are trapped or vulnerable, and can’t escape. The best escape of course, is to physically remove yourself if the bully is a repeat offender in the anger department, but like the people on the airplane flights we looked at, the choice isn’t always ours, or we can be taken by surprise when anger comes from nowhere. However, if you manage not to get emotionally overwhelmed by a person’s angry behaviour you have a chance to keep your dignity and self-respect intact when the episode is over. Over time, if you stick around to allow yourself to be abused by the person over and over again, you start becoming a participant in your own emotional abuse, and your self-esteem begins to suffer.
Telling the Angry Person What You Think
Is this OK? Shouldn’t we just give as good as we get, or is it better to be loving, forgiving, maybe pretend nothing happened? I’m no expert, so I’m just gonna give my personal take on this. The tips for dealing with anger that I gave above do work, but you’ve got to decide for yourself what the right thing to do is, because when you start talking about woulds and shoulds you are in the area of morals and ethics, and you have either become a philosopher, or someone in need of a guru or religion. I think, though, that the idea of personal boundaries is important, because asking yourself what your own boundaries are will help you answer the woulds and shoulds of how you want other people to behave around you.
It’s not a judgemental thing, where you decide this is a ‘good’ person, that is a ‘bad’ person, and weed out your friends and acquaintances based on which they are. It is just figuring out what you can cope with from other people, and what is too much to expect you to put up with. Someone who you know to be an angry person who is comfortable freely expressing that anger on a regular basis might be someone you decide you don’t want to be around often; maybe not at all. Then again, you might be well able to cope with being with this sort of person, and able to accept them as they are with no problem. You probably already have the answers to these kinds of questions yourself, if you think about it a bit.
What About Me?
What if you are the angry one? Maybe you recogize something in yourself from the examples we have shown here. If you are able to be honest enough to see something of yourself here (and trust me, most of us display anger, even if we don’t admit it, and those of us who don’t display it are having an anger issue, too) then well done. You are half-way to solving your problem, and there are much better ways to solve them than venting anger at other people. Sometimes it’s difficult to admit that we are not perfect, or to have to listen to someone tell you that they are great, and you aren’t. And let me tell you, if you didn’t already know, this p*sses other people off like nothing else. And this is exactly what angry outbursts do; they let other people know that they are inferior to you, and you are therefore allowed to make them squirm with discomfort, ‘cos you are entitled, better, and just generally more worthy of your needs getting met than them. Often, this self-agrandizing view doesn’t gel with reality, and this plus the fact that you are indirectly running the other person down, gets them so annoyed that they start shouting back at you and before you know it you have made an enemy for life. Then you can have fun shouting about how the world hates you, after you have just created a self-fulfilling prophecy. The universe is pretty neutral, in fact, and this kind of ‘all-or-nothing’ thinking is typical of the thought distortions that often fuel anger. If you can use the ‘unhooking’ technique, to disengage from your anger you have removed the fuel from your anger, and you can do this by dropping the ‘storyline’ that goes along with the emotion. Thought feeds emotion, and our story about why we are right to feel angry, if sometimes correct, can also get us so stuck in anger that we revisit our anger over and over, unless we manage to disengage enough to move on. We are not meant to get stuck in emotions, and it is a sign of an ineffective resolution of a traumatic experience, or some kind of blockage of energy, when we keep revisiting an old emotion with no cause in the immediate environment. Somatic therapies such as Gendlin’s Focussing Technique are excellent ways to deal with PSTD traumas, which can be a factor sometimes in anger issues. Click here for a very interesting free book on the topic, which includes exercises. Lastly, for anyone trapped with an angry person, keep on rockin’ your thing, and don’t let them bring you down.