Eric Erickson - another big fat, double-chinned, never-serving-in-the-military-x-generation-media-pig

So Eric Erickson, another big fat, double-chinned, never-served-a-day-in-the-military-x-generation-FOX-news pig says, beleaguered "American workers who work minimum wage are losers.....mostly people who failed at life."  The comment was made as he served as a guest host on the Rush Limbaugh radio show.

What the mother fuck'n fuck?

I am so sick of the "big news" assholes marching on to their play house with impunity. While, American workers die at their new norm jobs.

Eric Erickson, you are an opportunistic media prick. You are a fat-faced child of new-media hell.

The powers that be, Democrats and Republicans, businesses moving jobs off-shore, wrecked America. Sent all our jobs to China et cetera. Now those "powers" and their apologists are pissed we minimum wage workers are, pissed off as we said workers struggle to make ends meet with what service jobs are left.

And you Mister Erickson are an apologist for the aforementioned powers. I am calling you out you fat-faced prick.

Don't declare war on what is left of us underemployed workers Mister fat-faced-never-served-a-day-in-the-military Erickson piece of crap.

Sue me fat-faced prick...., I look forward to it...,

You will fuck'n lose.

Not a day in the military Erick has spent. Me...., well how about 'Nam as a soldier and Iraq as a journalist?

Erickson, I am a primarily a conservative and you and your neo-ultra-Libertarian, Ayn-Randian rhetoric, make me sick. Jobs sent to China..., and other places. The economy is crippled by the likes of you. And, now your ilk is mad the rest of us try to survive on what you have left us. Your subconscious sanctimonious self-loathing sees you scramble to blame the very people trying to survive in your new norm America.  

Johnny-come-lately media Pigs like you make me sick. 

Yours truly, Bob Keith

See you in court of the Gods of fairness an decency..., fuck face prick..., 

Been thinking about the schizophrenia of FaceBook

Been thinking about the schizophrenia of FaceBook.  Recently I have become involved in a media venture (project if you will) that is using FaceBook as a main source of its in-house communication.  My interest is not in the choice of communication vehicles selected by said media project.  Instead, my attention is on the vast information vortex itself, and most of the World now uses, one "social media" portal, we all know as the aforementioned..., FaceBook. 

There it is in a not so tidy package: All your pictures; pod-casts; messages; chit-chat; rants; "selfies" and...., more rants.  FaceBook haphazardly throws your precious intellectual postings in some tired categories.  You can find your historical activities on the portal in a button well hidden from your main work screen.  What ever you post, more often than not quickly falls to the depths of the bottomless pit, an ongoing pile of postings from all your pals and not so pals.  It's down below the bottom side of the screen somewhere now - irrelavant in seconds as new junk appears from you and your posse ad nauseam.

I remember MySpace. The precursor of FaceBook.  It at least had more of an organized blog format. FaceBook on the other hand is just a cluttered junk room.

And too, I remember the angst when even before MySpace, blogging started on various Internet locations.  Media types said the legitimate news culture was coming to an end. And for the most part it has disintegrated.  I wonder what they think of the  worthiness of FaceBook? Now what is left of the "real news" often relies on those blogs and blog type sites, they once hated as news delivery devices. 
FaceBook is really just people talking about themselves, taking pictures of themselves, often talking to thin air. "Hey look at me, I just had my appendix taken out, I took a pic in the operating room."  

"Social Media" is such an Orwellian obfuscation.  FaceBook is anything but social.  It is a drunken buzz of constant bullshit, similar to what might be heard in a sports bar during happy hour. In a minute, the drunken patrons are on to yet  another conversation they will never remember. 

People bury their head is FaceBook all day on their phones. Primarily, because new banal information pops up constantly and old postings vanish below that screen forever lost in a pile of self indulgent crap.

Whether intentional or serendipitous to Mark Zuckerberg, millions of people have their pie-holes glued to his portal masterpiece all day and night.  There is  always another "something" to check.

The infamous "Friends" phenomena; oh boy. When an old classmate or acquaintance pops up a "Friends Request," we usually "Accept."  But soon the reality sinks in that all this hype of reconnecting with ancient personal history just reminds me of why I left behind these people in my distant past and at some point had hoped I would never meet again. 

FaceBook - Narcissism meets voyeurism meets vicariousness meets obsessiveness meets envy meets relentlessly busy annoyances.

I wonder what information technology gem will belch to the surface and replace FaceBook? You know it's a'com'n. 

GoDaddy shit cans millions of bloggers - techno fascists assholes meet Moore's Law

     Dadio moves all his writing to dailydadio.blogspot.com and dailydadio.wordpress.com . 

     A couple of years ago, GoDaddy owner Bob Parsens sold the company to some hedge funders / private-equity firms. Under Parsens' tutelage, it was a state-of-the-art Internet company; based, right in the good ol' U.S. of A. and with, their sponsoring of race car driver Danica Patrick.  But hedge funders do shitty things like move jobs to China et cetera. Although, apparently still in American, the company has slipped off..., the edge. 

     Go Daddy had a handy Blog rubric which could be used to link documents, pics, and pod casts to the said user's Web site.  As of late June 2014, Go Daddy shut down its Blog system leaving millions of subscribers in...., the fuck'n lurch.  

     When I found out about the change a'com'n, I called their once state-of-the-art help desk. There was never a wait when I used GoDaddy Help; they always happily solved the most mundane problems.  I pay for that luxury with my unlimited Web site.  The handy Blog system came with the deal, one for free and a second for a little extra fee.  

   This last or latest call to GoDaddy tech help went a little different.  The tech dude had a rube type personality.  He giggled when I complained about the abrupt and traumatic service change. And I asked if I might have my archives at least, to place on another Blog site. 

     "Ha, ha, heee," tech dude laughed like a pervert.  He then said, "You'll need to do a lot of cutt'n and past'n. Ha, ha, heee!"   I had originally understood several years ago the small fee was for archiving as well as publishing.  My face flushed, I cussed him and made some reference to GoDaddy being relegated to a left-over MySpace mess redux - simply vanishing.  

     I often spoke highly of GoDaddy.  No more.  I rip on them constantly now.  We visit their buffoonery often on my radio show, Dadio's Lunch Bucket Clinic.  Poetically, just tonight I saw a GoDaddy ad on the television.  

    What's the matter GoDaddy, got to do some damage control?

    These types of corporate shenanigans are typical of a techno fascist asshole outfit run-a-muck. Apply the neo-Moore's law, to an all too handy obsolescence, conveniently used to screw customers and people over in lieu of improvements.

     As so stated in the first sentence of this essay, Dadio will do his best to move all his copy-writed work elsewhere. 

Media Pimps - Consumer Prostitutes - Misery Addicts

It did not take the big media long to create a perennial drama out of the events at Virginia Tech.  To their credit, it was the worst mass murder in our history - 32 people gunned down.  But that lends me to ask, "Then what was Oklahoma City?"  Anyway, I digress.  Nor, did it take long for 'us peoples' to hop on the saga.  Local media all over the county tries to find connections with Virginia Tech.  They dig out a guy who had a cousin who once called the school by mistake.  "I need the day off man, I was too close to the thing man.  Like, ya dig dude?" the guy laments.  "We have councilors available," the news lady says with a tear in eye.

I have seen how the big media sweeps into a town with their big satellite vans for some aberrational event.  When they get what they want they vanish in the night.   It sounds like Virginal Tech has begged them to leave now.  Not so fast - the big media pimps the event, we prostitute ourselves to them, and the rest of us enjoy sharing in the misery of the event.  People are wearing Virginia Tech clothing today who never heard of them just eight days ago. 

I used to work with a guy named Charles whose mother-in-law died three times.  Each time, enough time lapsed and the management had turned over so no one realized he was pulling one over on them.  Each time he got three days off to tend to his mother-in-law's needs.  I however was counting, and I laughed out loud in church when a few years later he had actually died and his 'supposed-to-be-dead mother-in-law got up to speak at his eulogy. 

How poetic the timing of the movie, Children of Men.  In the beginning of the futuristic tale, we are thrown into a world where women have not been able to have children for 18 years - a generation.  We never find out why the condition has stricken humans world wide.  But, in the opening scene the people in the coffee shop grieve as they learn on TV that the youngest human on earth (18 years old) has been killed in a knife fight.  The BBC has theme music [oh yeah, so did FOX, CNN, MSNBC....last week for Virginia Tech] to put in the back ground of the story. 

After the coffee shop is coincidentally blown to bits (a violent society it is indeed in the future), the movie's anti-hero who narrowly escapes goes to his office.  There he finds his co-workers sobbing and watching the saga of the dead teenager on their computers.  The anti-hero goes to his boss and says he is broke up and needs the day off.  Next we see him telling his friend that people crying are whackers and stupid - the anti-hero and his friend then smoke a joint.  Charles, I hope where ever you are, you can see movies.  I know you would appreciate Children of Men's stab at society's nitwitery.  

How about now that the awful event at Virginia Tech is a week past, we leave them alone to sort out their grief and we spend the media money and resources we are spending there now to do some profiles on our killed soldiers in Iraq.  After all, we often lose 32 of them over there a week.  Ah, wait, that's a crazy idea.

This week's Wisconsin soldier to remember is Sgt. 1st Class Dan H. Gabrielson, 40, of Frederic.  He spent 22 years in the Army Reserve.  Gabrielson was a specialist in repairing construction equipment for the Army Reserve's 652nd Engineer Company based out of Ellsworth.  He  worked as a mechanic and machinist in the unit's motor pool and was in charge of keeping the bridge building equipment working under very difficult conditions.  Sgt. Gabrielson was the third Wisconsin serviceman to die in Iraq and the first reservist from the state killed there.  Gabrielson had taken over the role of platoon sergeant for his unit and was studying to become a warrant officer.  He was promoted from staff sergeant to Sergeant 1st class after his bridge building unit was sent to Iraq.  Sergent Gabrielson was killed on July 9, 2003, in a rocket-propelled grenade attack on a convoy near Baqouba, 45 miles northeast of Baghdad.

   3,323 Americans have been killed in Iraq since Spring 2003.

   71 Wisconsin Soldiers have been killed in Iraq since Spring 2003.

Soldier of the week and military casualty information sources: cnn.com; and, Milwaukee Journal Sentinel.