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Saturday, April 30, 2016


Normally I stay away from politics, religious and other polarizing topics most of the time on here because I am usually either not read into the subject well enough to have a valid point of view that doesn't boil down to "because I said so"; or that I just don't care enough about it.

As far as transgender goes, I do not care if someone identifies as a man or woman while having been born as the other.

Nor do I care if they use the restroom they identify with as long as they are dressed appropriately. Let me clarify that statement, a female that identifies as a man, should not be wearing a skirt into the men's restroom; nor should a male that identifies as a woman be wearing a suit with a beard and going into the women's restroom either.

If you identify as a particular gender, dress as such.

Transgenders have been using the restroom they identify with for years without issue. If a transgender got caught using the "wrong" restroom, they would be asked to leave. Yes, worse things could happen depending on where this took place and depending on the person's actual gender.

Why is it now an issue?

Is it the entitled ideology that's been popping up lately that has pushed this?

What brought this post was a clip from an online news show called, " The Young Turks" in which, they talked about a woman that was removed from a ladies restroom because she didn't look like a woman. She didn't have identification to prove she was female so she was removed.

Back in high school I was called ma'am one time because I had long hair then. So, if I shaved and grew my hair out, could I mistakenly be tossed out of the men's restroom because I don't look like a fucking lumberjack?

Monday, April 11, 2016

Chi Town

Once again I've gone away abandoning this thing like an unwanted toy.

Well, time to find the thrill in this again.

Couple weeks ago I had a delivery going into Chicago, not in the deep downtown but the West side. The company I work for has a yard for another division there that anybody can use. Only problem is that the yard is small and was full that night but I managed to not hit shit putting the truck in a spot.

This really only set up the tone for the next day.

That night I used Google maps to get an idea of where I was going and what the layout was before getting there. This helped but didn't. See, the place I was delivering was marked incorrectly on Google maps and I should have called that morning but didn't, so I setup myself up for potential tragedy.

I ended up going down the wrong street. Which in most places, is no issue but in big cities, can lead to big trouble. My terrible was a low bridge further down the road so I had to backup to be able to swing into a lot to turn around to go back to the alley that I needed to go down originally.

Again, calling ahead would have fixed this in the beginning.

Now the consignee was a different story. There was no place to turn around or so I thought. So while waiting for them to finish loading a straight truck I was looking to see what the best course was going to be and it wasn't looking pretty.

Once the straight truck was gone, the dock workers guided me around to a tight turnaround in front of the dock. I was worried about the cars behind me and snapping a batwing off the truck. Neither happened luckily.

Everything went as usual afterwards and I was very careful going through Chicago on my way out.