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Rule 5 Sunday Part 2: Holiday Extra!

Posted on | September 6, 2010 | 19 Comments

by Smitty

Then it occurred to me that Monday is a holiday. What more appreciative thing could I do for the loyal readers than bump the remainder of the queue a day so that there would be a little something available for the content-starved not otherwise occupied.

  • The Mind Numbed Robot:
    • Eva Mendez sex tape, which, in addition to other wonderful qualities, does not age.
    • More Eva Mendez, because, like all good gear, MNR comes with backup equipment.
  • American Power:
  • Theo Spark:
  • Girl on the Right:
  • Libertarian Republican:
    • US cheerleaders forced to cover. I’m less reactionary about what other people require in their country than what they’d like to come to mine to enforce.
    • Jewel who praised Sarah Palin. That merits a clip.

    • That’s your bonus Rule 5 Sunday, holiday edition, of a blustery day near Heidelberg, Germany. Time to head out and enjoy the varied delights.  I just saw the bit about Stacy’s car accident.  Thank Heaven he’s OK.

    Category: Rule 5

    Comments

    19 Responses to “Rule 5 Sunday Part 2: Holiday Extra!”

    1. Americaneocon
      September 6th, 2010 @ 5:19 pm

      I blame Theo Spark!

      And keep in mind, as a professor at a public, politically-correct college, every Rule 5 post is a big FU to the leftist PC establishement. And I’ve actually had an investigation into my blogging, and their ain’t sh*t they can do about it if they don’t like it. R.S. McCain’s a genius!

    2. Americaneocon
      September 6th, 2010 @ 1:19 pm

      I blame Theo Spark!

      And keep in mind, as a professor at a public, politically-correct college, every Rule 5 post is a big FU to the leftist PC establishement. And I’ve actually had an investigation into my blogging, and their ain’t sh*t they can do about it if they don’t like it. R.S. McCain’s a genius!

    3. mnrobot
      September 6th, 2010 @ 5:24 pm

      Thanks for the linkage Smitty!

    4. mnrobot
      September 6th, 2010 @ 1:24 pm

      Thanks for the linkage Smitty!

    5. proof
      September 6th, 2010 @ 5:42 pm

      Yeah, Smitty! What he said! Thanks for taking a break from the long weekend to give us our pulchritude fix!

    6. proof
      September 6th, 2010 @ 1:42 pm

      Yeah, Smitty! What he said! Thanks for taking a break from the long weekend to give us our pulchritude fix!

    7. smitty
      September 6th, 2010 @ 6:00 pm

      Oh, the good stuff goes live in about an hour.

    8. smitty
      September 6th, 2010 @ 2:00 pm

      Oh, the good stuff goes live in about an hour.

    9. Irish Cicero
      September 6th, 2010 @ 6:07 pm

      I’m Irish Cicero, and I approve of these “standards.”

      http://washingtonrebel.typepad.com/washington_rebel/2010/09/smittys-excellent-labor-day-adventure.html

    10. Irish Cicero
      September 6th, 2010 @ 2:07 pm

      I’m Irish Cicero, and I approve of these “standards.”

      http://washingtonrebel.typepad.com/washington_rebel/2010/09/smittys-excellent-labor-day-adventure.html

    11. Roxeanne de Luca
      September 6th, 2010 @ 6:36 pm

      Speaking of vacationing in Europe, there is one i wish i hadn’t been involved with. I went to Amsterdam on New Year’s Eve from Galway, and the flight was quite expensive. Since I had been publicly invited on a private email list (not the JournoList) to spend 3 days and 2 nights — I thought I was going as a guest. My host, first and foremost, made sure that I realized that I was the one responsible for him being so stressed out, because even up until that moment he had not stopped working, most recently feeling obligated to clean up his primary houseboat living space because I was en route.

      Schoolteacher’s “On Women” essay was open on the couch, & he tried to discuss this with me, & how even his friend — the daughter of a man who once refused to hire Sigmund Freud at a university — had explained to him that it was really true.

      Next he was on to World Politics, even though I had barely put my bags down. This is where I first began noticing that I was not allowed to have any opinions, or even finish a sentence without him interrupting & accusing me or blaming me for something. In the case of world politics, he was adamant about how,

      “ALL AMERICANS ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE ACTIONS OF THEIR GOVERNMENT BECAUSE THEY HAD ELECTED THEM!!!”

      Again I was not allowed to defend myself, have an opinion, or even finish a sentence. When I mentioned that I was tired and did not want to discuss world politics on New Year’s Eve, he got MAD and accused me of being unwilling to communicate. I had wanted to get on the internet and shared that I was sad because my mother had not been emailing me, when he suddenly yelled,

      “SO WHAT!!??! NOBODY CARES ABOUT THAT!! PARENTS KILL THEIR CHILDREN EVERY DAY!!! GET OVER IT!!”

      I had initially arrived in a good mood, thinking — since he had told me to come even though his mother had just died — that I could be of some solace. I let the bad behavior of New Year’s Eve go — he HAD been sitting and babbling on about how he was SO STRESSED OUT (and it was all my fault). The next morning awoke early, showered, and was ready for when he arrived “to show me Amsterdam”.

      Walking to the ferries, again I began to notice that — not only were my light-hearted jokes NOT funny to him, they seemed to make him ANGRY. He would stop and analyze what had been meant as humor, and ask me what I meant, when I had already said blahblahblah? Again, I was not even allowed to speak or finish a sentence without being interrupted. At the ferries I tried to share information about the ferries in Massachusetts, & was interrupted with,

      “NOBODY CARES ABOUT THAT!!! THE ONLY IMPORTANT THING IS THAT YOU ARE HERE NOW, AND THE GOVERNMENT SHOULD BE ALLOWING US FREE FERRIES SINCE THEY WILL NOT BUILD US A BRIDGE!!”

      Arriving on the other side, we went to a nice restaurant decorated from an old warehouse. When they took too long to take our order, my host sought out a young female waitress and went over and started making a scene. We had a male waiter eventually come and take our order. After the meal, I noticed my host putting on his coat and looking like he was getting ready to go. When I began to do the same, he suddenly took OFF his coat and sat back and said, “Where are you going? You seem to be in a big hurry.” So I told him I would go outside for a smoke and be right back. When I came back, he was up with his coat back on, over by the windows, & was freaking out because he said our ferry would be here in 5 minutes! They had not brought the check, but even though we had had a young male waiter, my host again sought out the young female and went over and began making ANOTHER scene with her. Our male waiter was standing right there at the counter but was ignored in favor of yelling at the young female.

      I had found a stray buoy on the rocky beach which I thought might look nice and be decorative, but my now angry host wouldn’t even look at it. By then I didn’t DARE talk — if it was a joke it made him angry, if it was sharing knowledge I was interrupted and invalidated, iow it was useless to try to speak with him. When the ferry arrived which was the source of his duress, it was not even the right ferry.

      On the other side he mentioned that he was seeing his beautiful city for the first time, and would I like to go to the top of the library to see the view? I was surprised because he had been in such a hurry to get home, and said, “whatever you feel like doing…”. This totally ENRAGED him, and right there on the street, surrounded by people, he began screaming at me:

      “YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I EVEN SEE MY OWN CITY!!! I ASKED YOU IF YOU WANTED TO GO BECAUSE OF THE VIEW AND NOT FOR ME, AND YOU DARE REPLY THAT IT IS UP TO ME!!!…” ,

      and went on & on and would not stop. Waiting for a light at a busy boulevard, a young gal turned and yelled at him — “STOP FIGHTING!!!” — which just set him off MORE — “I am NOT FIGHTING!!! I feel just FINE!!”, but because she was with a young man was soon back and taking it out on me some more. He tried to stop me both in the middle of the busy boulevard, and on an active train track, grabbing my arm to hold me there so he could yell at me. The one sentence I got out was “You have said that you are under a lot of stress, but need to find a healthier way to channel it…”, which just set him off again worse, denying that he was under stress and that anything was wrong. When I got quiet he got angry and was yelling,

      “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?? YOU ARE NOT A QUIET PERSON!! YOU ARE JUST BEING QUIET BECAUSE YOU ARE PLAYING POWER GAMES, AND WHEN YOU GET QUIET, YOU WIN!!!”

      We were in the middle of the equivalent of Grand Central Station, with him standing there ENRAGED — yelling at me and all my many faults as he saw them. When I tried to tell him that I could not handle stress like that…(meaning to say because it sets off my mood disorder), but was interrupted with —

      “YOU CAN TOO HANDLE STRESS!!! DON’T EVEN TRY TO SAY THAT!!!”

      and went on yet another rampage, I knew I was not even safe. I was not sure I was even physically safe with someone who got THAT mad, with so little provocation, and stayed not just mad but ENRAGED for as long as he did. That afternoon I went to the bus station and got the next bus back to London, which didn’t leave until the next morning. This also made him mad, but mostly that I would tell the people in the email list that he had MADE me leave, nothing at all about the unchanneled RAGING at me in public, no apology for losing it both with me and the young waitress at the restaurant, but he seemed to back down a bit. Where I come from, when someone is THAT mad — for whatever reason — they will go away and work it off somehow until they are reasonable again. Not only did this not happen, in the middle of downtown Amsterdam, but unapologetic and even in denial about making repeated scenes in public. I do not even know this person, just acquainted from years on the same email list, & spent a large amount of $ and precious time as I would do for anyone who was grieving. But he was not grieving. I had brought a book on grieving — no, he didn’t need it. Offered him an artwork — no he didn’t want it. It seemed IMPERATIVE to him that he feel like he was in control at all times. Since I did not even know him in Real Life, he transgressed the normal boundaries one reserves for a guest & used me as a trashcan, as if I were his gf who had done something evil, from the minute i arrived. There is no reason that I can see for him to have done this, and remain totally unaware of his motives to this day.

    12. Roxeanne de Luca
      September 6th, 2010 @ 2:36 pm

      Speaking of vacationing in Europe, there is one i wish i hadn’t been involved with. I went to Amsterdam on New Year’s Eve from Galway, and the flight was quite expensive. Since I had been publicly invited on a private email list (not the JournoList) to spend 3 days and 2 nights — I thought I was going as a guest. My host, first and foremost, made sure that I realized that I was the one responsible for him being so stressed out, because even up until that moment he had not stopped working, most recently feeling obligated to clean up his primary houseboat living space because I was en route.

      Schoolteacher’s “On Women” essay was open on the couch, & he tried to discuss this with me, & how even his friend — the daughter of a man who once refused to hire Sigmund Freud at a university — had explained to him that it was really true.

      Next he was on to World Politics, even though I had barely put my bags down. This is where I first began noticing that I was not allowed to have any opinions, or even finish a sentence without him interrupting & accusing me or blaming me for something. In the case of world politics, he was adamant about how,

      “ALL AMERICANS ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE ACTIONS OF THEIR GOVERNMENT BECAUSE THEY HAD ELECTED THEM!!!”

      Again I was not allowed to defend myself, have an opinion, or even finish a sentence. When I mentioned that I was tired and did not want to discuss world politics on New Year’s Eve, he got MAD and accused me of being unwilling to communicate. I had wanted to get on the internet and shared that I was sad because my mother had not been emailing me, when he suddenly yelled,

      “SO WHAT!!??! NOBODY CARES ABOUT THAT!! PARENTS KILL THEIR CHILDREN EVERY DAY!!! GET OVER IT!!”

      I had initially arrived in a good mood, thinking — since he had told me to come even though his mother had just died — that I could be of some solace. I let the bad behavior of New Year’s Eve go — he HAD been sitting and babbling on about how he was SO STRESSED OUT (and it was all my fault). The next morning awoke early, showered, and was ready for when he arrived “to show me Amsterdam”.

      Walking to the ferries, again I began to notice that — not only were my light-hearted jokes NOT funny to him, they seemed to make him ANGRY. He would stop and analyze what had been meant as humor, and ask me what I meant, when I had already said blahblahblah? Again, I was not even allowed to speak or finish a sentence without being interrupted. At the ferries I tried to share information about the ferries in Massachusetts, & was interrupted with,

      “NOBODY CARES ABOUT THAT!!! THE ONLY IMPORTANT THING IS THAT YOU ARE HERE NOW, AND THE GOVERNMENT SHOULD BE ALLOWING US FREE FERRIES SINCE THEY WILL NOT BUILD US A BRIDGE!!”

      Arriving on the other side, we went to a nice restaurant decorated from an old warehouse. When they took too long to take our order, my host sought out a young female waitress and went over and started making a scene. We had a male waiter eventually come and take our order. After the meal, I noticed my host putting on his coat and looking like he was getting ready to go. When I began to do the same, he suddenly took OFF his coat and sat back and said, “Where are you going? You seem to be in a big hurry.” So I told him I would go outside for a smoke and be right back. When I came back, he was up with his coat back on, over by the windows, & was freaking out because he said our ferry would be here in 5 minutes! They had not brought the check, but even though we had had a young male waiter, my host again sought out the young female and went over and began making ANOTHER scene with her. Our male waiter was standing right there at the counter but was ignored in favor of yelling at the young female.

      I had found a stray buoy on the rocky beach which I thought might look nice and be decorative, but my now angry host wouldn’t even look at it. By then I didn’t DARE talk — if it was a joke it made him angry, if it was sharing knowledge I was interrupted and invalidated, iow it was useless to try to speak with him. When the ferry arrived which was the source of his duress, it was not even the right ferry.

      On the other side he mentioned that he was seeing his beautiful city for the first time, and would I like to go to the top of the library to see the view? I was surprised because he had been in such a hurry to get home, and said, “whatever you feel like doing…”. This totally ENRAGED him, and right there on the street, surrounded by people, he began screaming at me:

      “YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I EVEN SEE MY OWN CITY!!! I ASKED YOU IF YOU WANTED TO GO BECAUSE OF THE VIEW AND NOT FOR ME, AND YOU DARE REPLY THAT IT IS UP TO ME!!!…” ,

      and went on & on and would not stop. Waiting for a light at a busy boulevard, a young gal turned and yelled at him — “STOP FIGHTING!!!” — which just set him off MORE — “I am NOT FIGHTING!!! I feel just FINE!!”, but because she was with a young man was soon back and taking it out on me some more. He tried to stop me both in the middle of the busy boulevard, and on an active train track, grabbing my arm to hold me there so he could yell at me. The one sentence I got out was “You have said that you are under a lot of stress, but need to find a healthier way to channel it…”, which just set him off again worse, denying that he was under stress and that anything was wrong. When I got quiet he got angry and was yelling,

      “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?? YOU ARE NOT A QUIET PERSON!! YOU ARE JUST BEING QUIET BECAUSE YOU ARE PLAYING POWER GAMES, AND WHEN YOU GET QUIET, YOU WIN!!!”

      We were in the middle of the equivalent of Grand Central Station, with him standing there ENRAGED — yelling at me and all my many faults as he saw them. When I tried to tell him that I could not handle stress like that…(meaning to say because it sets off my mood disorder), but was interrupted with —

      “YOU CAN TOO HANDLE STRESS!!! DON’T EVEN TRY TO SAY THAT!!!”

      and went on yet another rampage, I knew I was not even safe. I was not sure I was even physically safe with someone who got THAT mad, with so little provocation, and stayed not just mad but ENRAGED for as long as he did. That afternoon I went to the bus station and got the next bus back to London, which didn’t leave until the next morning. This also made him mad, but mostly that I would tell the people in the email list that he had MADE me leave, nothing at all about the unchanneled RAGING at me in public, no apology for losing it both with me and the young waitress at the restaurant, but he seemed to back down a bit. Where I come from, when someone is THAT mad — for whatever reason — they will go away and work it off somehow until they are reasonable again. Not only did this not happen, in the middle of downtown Amsterdam, but unapologetic and even in denial about making repeated scenes in public. I do not even know this person, just acquainted from years on the same email list, & spent a large amount of $ and precious time as I would do for anyone who was grieving. But he was not grieving. I had brought a book on grieving — no, he didn’t need it. Offered him an artwork — no he didn’t want it. It seemed IMPERATIVE to him that he feel like he was in control at all times. Since I did not even know him in Real Life, he transgressed the normal boundaries one reserves for a guest & used me as a trashcan, as if I were his gf who had done something evil, from the minute i arrived. There is no reason that I can see for him to have done this, and remain totally unaware of his motives to this day.

    13. Roxeanne de Luca
      September 6th, 2010 @ 6:42 pm

      Schoolteacher’s “On Women” essay …

      Correction: That’s *Schopenhauer’s* On Women…

    14. Roxeanne de Luca
      September 6th, 2010 @ 2:42 pm

      Schoolteacher’s “On Women” essay …

      Correction: That’s *Schopenhauer’s* On Women…

    15. Bob Belvedere
      September 7th, 2010 @ 12:21 pm

      Danke fürs geneigt Gebärde. Sie sind ein artig Bekannter , Herr Smith.

      Wieso ausführen Sie haben Bäume Besatz die Hauptstraßen in Pfarrei?

      So die Deutschen könnt einmarschieren die tönen des Bäume.

    16. Bob Belvedere
      September 7th, 2010 @ 8:21 am

      Danke fürs geneigt Gebärde. Sie sind ein artig Bekannter , Herr Smith.

      Wieso ausführen Sie haben Bäume Besatz die Hauptstraßen in Pfarrei?

      So die Deutschen könnt einmarschieren die tönen des Bäume.

    17. Bob Belvedere
      September 7th, 2010 @ 12:28 pm

      Unterziehen mein Weib , bitte!

    18. Bob Belvedere
      September 7th, 2010 @ 8:28 am

      Unterziehen mein Weib , bitte!

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