MOVING DAY

Please visit my new blog:

TheWilliamTellShow

It is fitting that I’ve started a new blog, with a new name, as my life has entered a new phase. I am no longer The Homeless Blogger, and it’s time for me to work toward making The William Tell Show a reality, on the air.

There will be no new posts at the present blog, but I will maintain it — likely through the end of 2024, if not beyond that — for the sake of various resources I know people use from time to time; until I get those copied onto the new site. They include:

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I’m done.

“At this point, I can’t recommend WordPress to anyone, for anything.”

In June 2023, I said that to the church vestry, after completing a major project for the church that involved creating a new WordPress blog.  I nonetheless thought I could persevere with the present blog.  As of now, no more.

In recent years, WordPress has made change after change that made it more difficult to use.  The latest apparently occurred February 1, 2024, and has made it impossible for me to continue.

Pages take forever to load, and then sometimes never load completely.  The latest thing: in the compose/edit window, when I cursor into the text box where I’m supposed to type, the cursor disappears.  My time is too valuable to put up with this.

I had thought the problem was the tablet I had, which unquestionably had many problems.  But now, a week ago, I got this really good laptop, and the problems continued — at least in Chrome.  So I switched to Edge.  Same results.

These things don’t happen on any other site.

I hope to have a new blog up, on a new platform, as of March 1, 2024.  I will keep the present blog available (though it will cost me money), for the sake of various resources (The Way of Peace, “Free Speech Handbook,” Guides to Straight Thinking, etc.) that would be cost-prohibitive to move.

So I hope you’ll enjoy the present blog, at least till the end of this month, and then the new blog once it appears.

White-shaming

Why America Stays Stuck

In the future, I may ignore such expressions. For the record, someone’s actually said this in print.

On a CNN program not long ago, one white man, who proudly claimed his belief in white supremacy, had the audacity to say, “I wish we had picked our own cotton.”

So do we. African Americans, I mean. We wish you had picked your own cotton, nursed your own babies, tilled your own fields, built your own roads, and done the scut work in factories that made the Industrial Revolution the “success” that it was.

You didn’t, though. African Americans made this country with their hard labor, as slaves and later as individuals caught up and used in the Convict Leasing programs in this country. …

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“Gypsy Rose Blanchard’s ‘fans’ have turned on her. Experts aren’t surprised.”

I found this article tremendously enlightening …

… as to many things beside its ostensible subject.  The same principles as apply to Gypsy Rose Blanchard, apply as well to Donald Trump, Trumpers, Trumpism, Fake news, Virality, Conspiracy theories and Conspiracy theorists.  I hade never considered the role of neurotransmitters before.

A must-read.

Copied from here: https://www.usatoday.com/story/life/health-wellness/2024/02/01/gypsy-rose-blanchard-husband-mom-tiktok-viral/72424786007/

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Appetites for darkness; befriending the shadow self.

Tuesday afternoon at the library, instead of doing anything on [church obligations], I spent time with several articles that could have been predicted to make me angry. I’ve forgotten specifics about them, and Net History from the library terminal isn’t available to me here. The deal is, I recognized an appetite for darkness; “The Itch.” Similarly yesterday, yesterday morning, once I realized I really had nothing to do that day, I became intensely angry and prone to look for ways to act out that anger; e.g. by finding more such articles to fume over. Went through some more of the same last night, albeit presence in the shower saw it all go away.

All this in the face of my goal of being perpetually happy and cheerful and an emanator of light and joy.

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