Playing a game is the voluntary attempt to overcome unnecessary obstacles – Bernard Suits.
Oh this worth writing about…. I guess. Spent the last 6 hours in a virtual world called Runescape.. Run. Escape. hehe
RS has been my good companion for the past 20 years or so. Yea. hard to hang with the young kids these days. Too old for this multi-tasking shit… too damn old.
Trying to defeat a new Foe. they call them Bosses. A big imaginary monster that… throws darts… spits out some kind of radiation?… and summons minions and tries to destroy you before you get to do the same…. to it. for some reason it reminded me of dating…
of course its a little addicting… because there’s a hierarchy of players based on skill. you can’t break the rules. you can use many potions, spells, and your own minions to achieve whatever it is you’re trying to achieve today. And… yes, you get a pretty good idea of how “Good” you are… relative to others.
I guess I do it because it just makes sense. The internet seems to work fine… today. No one’s trying to sabotage the gameplay. If I dont figure it out… I really have no one to blame but myself. in this specific situation. Not like the “real” world is it? there’s always liars… and uh, selective prosecutions… and at the end of the day I just had to say fuck it. I don’t know wtf is going on anymore. Things just don’t make sense. I look at people who have cancer and I get a little jealous. I look at guys waving a sign by the side of the road, and I think that’s not a bad way to make an honest living.
You know?
Someone long ago said what makes a hell on earth are our attempts to make it heaven…
shit. Karl Popper?? hehe, was that really him. I dunno. Like I said, I’m tired. I better sleep on it. Maybe things will make more sense in the morning.
I know I should be doing something… but I just don’t know what.
I really don’t see any good ideas.
yes. half the time I really am just waiting… day dreaming… that some philosophical society will send me an award… or I get the Macarthur fellowship… it’s great. because you don’t even have to apply for those… you can just wait. hehe. and Visualize getting a fellowship. Like I said. I think I deserve it. it’s time.
yes, I’ve said many times, that some of my problem is being lazy, and feeling sorry for myself.
But look how far that got me! I’m 36. Not bad. World marathon record holder Kelvin Kiptum just died at 24. Hope he was sober… anyway.
what the hell am I supposed to do with myself?
I think I want to fall in love. hehe. Sometimes I run across the Deb McMillan Bridge in Rochester (MI) and see all these fucking locks hanging off it. fucking pisses me off. that really is a thing isn’t it? If you love someone, you go to the bridge, and you hang a fucking lock on it. Never got to do that.
I’m always really good at coming up with reasons not to do shit.
Where do I start. Sales. Been doing sales since I was 12. Yes, I think that contributed to my depression. I’m more manic than depressive honestly. but. still. I’m not fucking doing sales. No more.
History. Well. you know. I talked about this before. they can’t even figure out what the hell happened on 911. Osama? heh. probably not. There’s Loose change (movie). there’s architects and engineers for truth. look it up. really. that’ll get you started. but… I bet if I open up a history book. it probably just says Osama. osama osama osama. hehe. No. I cannot take HISTORY seriously. Sorry. We’ve got to do better than that. I mean, actually. yes. I would be interested in figuring out what actually happened. but, apparently THEY dont want us to know. That’s why there’s all these fucking theories… and in my opinion… nothing really makes 100 percent sense.
Moving on to THE LAW. I probably wrote about this somewhere. the college friend who turned me on to Balzac all those years ago is actually a lawyer. hehe. LAWS ARE SPIDER WEBS… THROUGH WHICH BIG FLIES PASS. AND LITTLE ONES GET CAUGHT. Yes. there have been some great lawyers. Gerry Spence, I guess. But, mostly… I’m afraid it’s just going to make me even more insane.
Medicine. Well. you know. Some days I actually pray for cancer. hasn’t happened yet.
And speaking of Praying. How about theology. that’s always been big in America. Well. you know the story. I had an intervention. or something. they know. they know what happened. Cute psychiatric nurse starts talking to me about carpenters in Philadelphia. Not far from where Franklin flew his Kite (I just found out). and the Liberty bell. Very poetic. And shit, you know what. I think I saw God. something happened, that’s for sure. And since then, God hasn’t sent me a single email. So. Yes, some people busy themselves going to Divinity schools… but… well… honestly… what proof have you got, really? that God wants this or that. What fucking proof have you got to show me?
they didn’t even give me any pussy in college.
Finding that no religion is based on facts and cannot therefore be true, I began to reflect what must be the condition of mankind trained from infancy to believe in errors.
I mean, I don’t know. honestly, maybe it really was JUST ME. I hope someone does statistical analysis on how many of their graduates are Fuck ups.
But my experience…. tells me they got serious issues. Serious, serious fucking issues.
A. they did not give me any pussy in college. I am not fucking joking. I didn’t get ANY pussy in college. ANY pussy.
2. they were negligent and turned me into an alcoholic. Or, perhaps allowed me to turn myself into an alcoholic, by their inaction, which is Negligence, I believe. Apparently, this great land America does not Provide laws… or remedies for addressing this issue. This should change, in my humble opinion.
and C. They do not understand the difference between Public and MONEY. really. They do not know the difference between Public and MONEY. the university of fucking Michigan. they really do not understand.
See, THEY ask for money all the time. All the fucking time. and they think this is Fine. Just donate. We need money to make more alcoholics here in Ann arbor. Giving Blueday, and so on.
Once I asked them for money. and what do they do? They send a Public Safety detective out here, to my house… my parents’ house. Fucking Unbelievable. Wow. You’re really something, aren’t you?
You know when it would be a good time to protect Public safety? If you ARE serious about protecting PUBLIC safety. When kids are blacking out (From drinking) first semester freshman year. when I was fucking 17. ya. that happened a lot. THAT would be the time to protect PUBLIC SAFETY.
At least be honest, and change the fucking logo on your fucking detective card. Just make it say MONEY safety. We’re PROTECTING MONEY HERE. You dumb pieces of shit. You idiots.
Just be honest, for fuck’s sake.
Because I got my fucking degree. I got my fucking 3.0 gpa. Im unemployed (and some people say unemployable), I got no family of my own, I drink Booze almost daily. I’m fucking 35. and I owe it all to the University of Michigan. This is why my idiot parents dragged me to America.
BECAUSE THE SCHOOLS ARE GOOD!!!
Mark Lanier is probably a guy I want to meet… someday.
Anyway, the point here, tonight is I’m finally publishing a letter that I wrote to the Lanier law firm. I understand they do good work in Texas and elsewhere, for consumers, and I thought this would be something they might be interested in pursuing. I didn’t get any money….. but, thank God, by some miracle, soon after I contacted them, we got Covid. Thank God. Hopefully that got people thinking, but I don’t know.
People are pretty fucking dense these days.
You need to start by first understanding that PEOPLE and MONEY aren’t the same thing. These are NOT the same thing, you fucking idiots.
If anyone employed by the U of m or in the legal profession, who wants to argue, disagree with anything I say, feel free to contact me. My email isn’t hard to find, I’m sure.
I’d love to see where I am wrong, but I still haven’t seen a good argument against me. Some times I do actually try to argue against myself, and I do have to concede that booze kind of helped me to not Kill myself during college. They say it’s a depressant… but that’s not my experience. it kind of makes me happy, even though I’m probably not getting the best GPA I could get. other than that, here are the facts….. as I see them.
Sept. 2019 –
I keep looking for someone to help me sue the University of Michigan for allowing me to become an alcoholic during college.
I feel strongly that the university should be held accountable but somehow no one yet seems to agree.
I’m a 31 yr old unemployed male. I usually live with my parents, thank god, instead of the street. I did a lot of drinking in college. I approached a few local Michigan lawyers about trying to sue the University of Michigan for negligence in allowing me to turn into an alcoholic from a National Merit finalist as a result of my college “education” because I truly feel that I should have a strong case.
I got some responses about the college having “government immunity” although I know there are obviously lawsuits against state universities that have been won, and also about the statute of limitations, but if the issue concerns something that affects me for the rest of my life, shouldn’t there be some reasonable exception to the statute? I just feel like they should have done more. I should have been given more education, more real chances to NOT annihilate all those brain cells during my 4 years at college when I should have been bettering myself. I feel very strongly about this, but the lawyers I’ve talked to so far seem to disagree.
Here are my ideas and I look forward to hearing your response.
My name is Dmitry Dyatlov. I moved to the US and Michigan in 1998 with my family, from Russia, when I was 10. My parents and I worked very, very hard because we believed that getting a good education in the United States would help my younger brother Nikita and I, have a good future.
I was a good student in High School. I graduated from the International Academy in Bloomfield Hills in 2005, with a 3.8 GPA. This school is known for it’s rigorous IB curriculum. I was also a “National Merit Finalist” which means that I was in the top one percent of college-bound students in the state that year, based on my PSAT results, and my overall high school performance. I attended the University of Michigan, Ann Arbor, and graduated in 2009 with a degree in Business. Unfortunately, I developed alcoholism while I was a student. My history of alcohol abuse is well documented, as I have already been in inpatient treatment twice, once in 2012 in Pennsylvania, and at the Eastwood Clinic here in Warren, in the fall of (2015). My freshman year roommate, Mark Murphy can testify that as early as freshman year of college, I was carried into my dorm room by strangers, as I was passed out from drinking.
I have been unable to find a decent job in about 8 years or so.
Have you tried cases like this before, or do you know of any similar cases that were successful?
Of course, I recognize my responsibility in making bad choices when I was 17, but shouldn’t there be some Burden on the School to keep good kids from messing themselves up while in College? After all, what is the purpose of an Education? I am no expert in the law, but from my limited knowledge, NEGLIGENCE seems to be the appropriate legal concept. Their Negligence defeats the purpose of the Education they say they are trying to provide.
Please, let me know if you believe that this is something that we can pursue, or if you need additional details.
I’ll also add that I emailed the “board” of the university a couple of years ago asking for money directly because I thought that was the right thing to do, even though I couldn’t find a lawyer. Instead of providing a decent response they actually sent out a “public safety” detective to my home! I thought that was very, very strange and ironic. Where was all this concern about Public safety when I was blacking out from drinking my first semester freshman year???? I wasn’t even threatening anyone. I just asked them for money. They have lots of money, and they definitely didn’t give me a good education, they didn’t make me a better person, or anything like that. College, overall, was a horrible experience.
As far as I know, they have security cameras in the dorms, but it seems no one bothers to lift a finger about passed out freshmen like myself in 2005 who get carried into the dorms after nights of rigorous drinking. What a great way to “educate” people, huh??
From the internet – Simple assault is an act intended to arouse fear in a victim….
if you suffer your people to be ill-educated, and their manners to be corrupted from their infancy, and then punish them for those crimes to which their first education disposed them, what else is to be concluded from this, but that you first make thieves and then punish them.
Sir Thomas More
I’m a day sober again. Still a little foggy. but I feel I must make an effort to lay out some thoughts. on Philosophy… and Justice.
I’ve been complaining about a drunken scuffle that happened back in college…. 15 years ago, or so. that involves the Rowing team… at U of Michigan. So I think I maybe said something to a little coxswain. He jumped at me. I think I kinda kicked his ass. But his buddy then tackled me and I was asked to leave the party…. hm. Well to me it sort of seems like a 2 vs 1 situation. At first, I just defended myself from… well… I guess it Was a “provoked” attack. But there’s no need to keep escalating the violence, is there, Mike?
I understand the coach knew nothing about this… no cops were called.
I didn’t want to complain I guess. If no one was hurt… we can move on. Right?
So what’s the problem?
Well, in 2011 they… said I “threatened” a guy…. used to be part of the government… now retired I guess. And I got to spend 5 months in jail for the incident. At least they paid for rehab… The threat was “on the internet” and I was in an entirely different state. Geographically. Seem irrational to go back and exact REVENGE on the assholes at the Rowing party after so many years… but…
But viewing That event in this new light, I just get the feeling that something must be done.
Now this makes me feel a little bitter. Why such harsh punishment, relatively, for something that to me seems like a much lesser offense? Compared to what happened back in college. I can also show how the “idiot” let’s call him, that I “Threatened” was in the wrong. That’s why I threatened him. Seemed to me he was attacking Freedom of speech in America. We don’t like the same music, I guess.
I want to know why is it, that it seems I am the only person being punished in this whole story?
What would real justice look like?
Fellow Philosophers, and Logicians, please share your thoughts.
If you think your boss is stupid, remember: you wouldn’t have a job if he was any smarter. (Gotti or Gottman… I’m actually not sure. One of those… starts with a “G”)
Money is Imaginary!
Clint Rogers
Indeed, the interests of the oppressors lie in ‘changing the consciousness of the oppressed, not the situation which oppresses them’; for the more the oppressed can be led to adapt to that situation, the more easily they can be dominated.
Paulo Freire
Well, we all get to decide for ourselves what’s real or not, I guess. Jordan Peterson says Pain is real. Yes. Philip K. Dick? Real is that which doesn’t go away, when you stop believing it. So you figure it out. What’s real. What’s bullshit. I’m no revolutionary. I’m just throwing some ideas out there. I just want a BOOK DEAL, and I want to go back to Russia. Really, I do. I’ve been screaming about this for years on Facebook. But I need that book deal. That Snowden fucker didn’t even finish college as far as I know. He got an Oliver Stone film, too. Pretty sexy.
But, Im still going to go ahead and say that People are More real than “Money” – Crypto… Dollars…. Rubles. Fucking whatever it is. People are more real than money.
I’m actually very grateful to have worked at the US Dept. of Labor after college in 2009. Met lots of interesting characters. the “Boss” there was really good at kissing ass and playing dumb. He talked a lot about being PROFESSIONAL, which I think means “in Denial”
Just think… the FLSA law, which was my main area of study while I was there, that stipulates overtime compensation for All workers in America was passed in 1938. But even these days…. so many business owners seem to be confused about when they need to pay their people “time and a half”
They’d rather pay a lolyer to talk to me for a few hours, just to get clear on this simple idea of “time and a half for hours over forty.” well sometimes it was a little more complex, but usually not. When someone steals a fistful of cash, we don’t seem to be confused about the situation, you know? We’ll pull a gun on someone if they take that Money. But when people’s sweat and tears…. are shed, and some asshole’s trying to muddy the situation, we need to BE PROFESSIONAL and have lots of meetings, and interviews, and really, really, really get clear on the fact that people are exploited. Why?
I had years of talking to therapists and social workers who kept trying to talk me into doing some bullshit job because I haven’t worked in years… or because I caught some bullshit misdemeanor somewhere. And I intuitively knew that I had to push back on their bullshit. You ain’t gonna get away with this, you lying piece of shit. But only this year, did I come across the Paulo Freire book, which explained to me my intuition. So think about it, for a while. I’ve said this elsewhere and I’ll say it again. I’m done acting. I’ll live in a tent if I have to, but you ain’t paying me enough to be an actor. I got skills, you know? I got 4 years of college drinking under my belt.
Catholic education and law schools provide me with a lot of miserable people as psychotherapy clients. I should be grateful. These people are looking for rescue from their education.
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