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A TV program influenced my thinking unexpectedly. The influence was due to a deliberate effort on the part of the experiment's creators to show through their designed scenario the way it is with humans when it comes to how they react to social class issues. The experimenters used an adult actress to play the role of a mother, and a little boy and girl that were both under six years old to play her children.
She parked an older model car that had dents in it and a hubcap missing in a metered parallel parking spot in a middle-class shopping area. She was loudly screaming at the kids when she parked the car. All three of them were dressed in shabby cloths.
She got out of the car and opened the passenger side door, and practically yanked the little boy and girl out of the car, and yelled at them, "If that's how you're gonna act, then you can just walk back home." Leaving the onlookers with dropped jaws, she left the children there on the street, got in the car and drove off. The store owners and the people near them on the street went nuts trying to help the kids.
In a little while she came back to get the kids and the people in the neighborhood got into her case and yelled and screamed about what a terrible mother she was and called the cops.
Later, same actors, same location, but in a snazzy looking expensive car and they wore expensive clothes. They performed the same act from the same script. But, when she left the children there this time, nobody tried to help them, and when she came back to pick them up, nobody said a word to her about her outrageous behavior.
The point of the experiment was to demonstrate that humans only react to the behavior of people they consider their social inferiors. When the skit was over I felt immediate compassion for rich kids. It is a familiar feeling.
I've known quite a few "trust fund kids" who acted truly different from po' people like me. I guess I'd always thought it was the disposable cash that made the difference, and it does, of course, but not for the reasons I'd though before.
This experiment also helped me to understand what I call the "go ye therefore" parable in the KJV of the Holy Bible. This parable was literally instructions for how to live my life for me. I went "therefore" for years and years. I've never really had any sane explanation as to why I chose that path as if it was the one with heart for me.
It's what a body can learn from truly being the low man on the totem pole that is the point of going out into the world empty-handed with no money and no extra clothes or a fixed idea of where you'll end up at. I've written a lot about how even migrant workers looked down on me as dirt beneath their feet. Nobody had any respect for what they read into the very sight of me.
When they saw me standing there beside the road with my dirty sleeping bag and piteous pack of seedy possessions, every impulse they'd ever had to be a preacher or minister or priest of the church came out in them. They weren't picking me up to give me a ride, but to minister to me and provide balm to my threadbare soul. In other words, to seduce me into having sex with them like all men of God are duty-bound to do.
Not all men matriculate into silverbacks. If it wasn't for prostitutes some men would never get the privilege of having sex with female even for recreational purposes, much less procreative purposes. A lotta men are not the real father of the children they're raising as if they were the real father. The invention of DNA tests to be used as a reliable identifier has shown this over and over again.
Who cares? My point is that the beta males who don't impregnate the majority of the females have gotta to something with their needy sex drives. Many of them, instead of using their desires to find mates for procreation use their desires to please each other. Why would they not? After all, not being a silverback IS chopped-liver.
Another activity non-silverbacks indulge in is becoming a shaman or medicine man. A sha-me-d man can be-co-me a shaman. Others can be-co-me me-dic-s. It's merely the difference between working mojos with either numbers or woids.
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I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
