Stunning writing. You captured.the essence and horror of SM's propaganda while juxtaposing it with the beauty of lives lived well-with purpose and humility. You are good human.
I hate to say this Trygve but my parents were a bit like Steven. When I was growing up I heard numerous times that "they hire people to pick up the trash." But I also grew up in an era where there were campaigns telling us not to litter. The American Indian with a tear in his eye. I worked in the cafeteria at my Junior High School cleaning plates. I baby sat the neighbors kids to earn money when I was in college to buy books. And when I left home after I graduated from college I was a jack or all trades. I worked as a chambermaid in hotels, I worked as a cashier in a local variety store, I worked in a film lab, and when times were a little tougher I worked a couple of jobs at the same time. I came by it because it was what I had to do to pay the rent. I somehow don't think that Mr Miller ever had to do any jobs like this. I also married a man that worked construction all his life. He was so smart in High School that he earned a chance to go to a Tech College in the state he lived in but decided to get to a State University where I live. Both of us did what we needed to do to survive. I think it is truly a shame that Mr Miller has such a skewed view of what democrats are and thinks we're all terrorists and what not.
Well done, Trygve. My mother was director of food service at a large suburban Indianapolis school district. At first, she substituted, then spray rinse (think garbage disposal), then bookkeeper, then ordering government commodities, and then director. She implemented ala carte lunches in the high school to subsidize the nutritious healthy alternative of the Type A lunch. Those high school students went crazy for hamburgers, French fries, and milkshakes! My folks were nice strangers to hard work. One day in the cafeteria, a student deliberately dumped a milkshake, as if to say what are you gonna do about it. It was the last lunch period. My Mom briskly walked out on the floor to handle the situation. " What do you think you're doing?" " Making a mess. " " Why?" " Because you get paid to pick it up." My Mom's reply, " Clean up the fucking mess yourself! The people here work to clean up accidents and spills." My mother didn't know the athletic director was just outside the door. He appeared and made that kid clean it up. My mother reported the comment she made to the principal and never got in trouble. *no, not nice
I tell most of my patients, and all of my couples, the same thing: if you ask any person why he or she chose the other person, they will tell you something. They will tell you the other person is smart, the other person has a good sense of humor, the two have interests in common, the other person is good-looking, or something. But they will never tell you the real reason, because they don't know it. It's an unconscious vibe, and it comes from their childhood. And every relationship is built on a neurosis (conflict): the reason you chose the other person is the reason you will complain about them.
Considering Stephen Miller, and his obsessions, and hatreds, the last person on earth he should have chosen is the person he married. And why she agreed to marry someone who hates people like her is a reciprocal matter. You could say the same thing about JD, who claims to dislike that his wife is not Christian, and to be trying to convince her to convert. Or the clown, who claims to hate immigrants, and especially "chain migration."
Stephen Miller even LOOKS like a Nazi! He is one of the WORST of this Horrendous Regime. He needs to go and be sent to jail to spend the rest of his miserable life in jail for his Crimes Against Humanity.
I think that Stephen Miller probably never had an after school job or a summer job. I think that that’s no longer a “thing,” especially among families that are somewhat well off. Like (I project?) many of the kids who grow up to be Republican appeals court or Extreme Court injustices.
One of my after school jobs was as a human trash compactor — a regular assignment flwas to get into the company’s dumpster and stomp down the trash already in there so that more could be dumped in. Gave me an awareness that I was going to be better off down the road than most people but that their work was, and they were, valuable and contributing.
I wish I still lived next door to Canada. If I did, I'd be voting HAMMER for Congress! I love your posts. Somehow you state the facts without denigrating the individual about whom the facts speak....that's an amazing talent. Above all, you are fair, even to a man who has seemed never to understand fair. Here's hoping every person who reads or listens to your words understands that voting for you to enter The House of Representatives from North Dakota is assuring the state is represented better than it has been in years.
If you look behind that pale, vampiric exterior, to the tortured interior, it's easy to recognize that, in the depths of his own psyche, Stephen Miller believes HE is all the evil things he accuses others of being. He can't face up to any of that, of course, so his entire speech is psychological projection. At some level, he is describing in intimate detail, the impression of himself that was beaten into him (verbally or physically) by someone among those who were raising him, but he maintains an almost impossibly strong level of denial about what a horrible schmuck, he actually believes himself to be.
Even as a teenager, his whining complaint that he was too good to pick up trash was really an attempt to hide from the fact that, in the depths of his own psyche, he believed he was only ever going to be qualified to pick up trash.
I have no idea what it was in his life that buried such a horrible self impression in Miller, but unless and until he heals the experience wherein he was convinced that this was the case (likely something, or a series of somethings violent that happened quite early in his life), he will forever hate anyone who reminds him of what, in the depths of his own psyche, he has been convinced that he himself really is, despite the act he puts on every day to convince the world the he's so much more than that.
Stephen Miller is a ghoul - no offense to ghouls...
Stunning writing. You captured.the essence and horror of SM's propaganda while juxtaposing it with the beauty of lives lived well-with purpose and humility. You are good human.
I hate to say this Trygve but my parents were a bit like Steven. When I was growing up I heard numerous times that "they hire people to pick up the trash." But I also grew up in an era where there were campaigns telling us not to litter. The American Indian with a tear in his eye. I worked in the cafeteria at my Junior High School cleaning plates. I baby sat the neighbors kids to earn money when I was in college to buy books. And when I left home after I graduated from college I was a jack or all trades. I worked as a chambermaid in hotels, I worked as a cashier in a local variety store, I worked in a film lab, and when times were a little tougher I worked a couple of jobs at the same time. I came by it because it was what I had to do to pay the rent. I somehow don't think that Mr Miller ever had to do any jobs like this. I also married a man that worked construction all his life. He was so smart in High School that he earned a chance to go to a Tech College in the state he lived in but decided to get to a State University where I live. Both of us did what we needed to do to survive. I think it is truly a shame that Mr Miller has such a skewed view of what democrats are and thinks we're all terrorists and what not.
Well done, Trygve. My mother was director of food service at a large suburban Indianapolis school district. At first, she substituted, then spray rinse (think garbage disposal), then bookkeeper, then ordering government commodities, and then director. She implemented ala carte lunches in the high school to subsidize the nutritious healthy alternative of the Type A lunch. Those high school students went crazy for hamburgers, French fries, and milkshakes! My folks were nice strangers to hard work. One day in the cafeteria, a student deliberately dumped a milkshake, as if to say what are you gonna do about it. It was the last lunch period. My Mom briskly walked out on the floor to handle the situation. " What do you think you're doing?" " Making a mess. " " Why?" " Because you get paid to pick it up." My Mom's reply, " Clean up the fucking mess yourself! The people here work to clean up accidents and spills." My mother didn't know the athletic director was just outside the door. He appeared and made that kid clean it up. My mother reported the comment she made to the principal and never got in trouble. *no, not nice
It was the first time I ever heard my mother use the f- word.
I tell most of my patients, and all of my couples, the same thing: if you ask any person why he or she chose the other person, they will tell you something. They will tell you the other person is smart, the other person has a good sense of humor, the two have interests in common, the other person is good-looking, or something. But they will never tell you the real reason, because they don't know it. It's an unconscious vibe, and it comes from their childhood. And every relationship is built on a neurosis (conflict): the reason you chose the other person is the reason you will complain about them.
Considering Stephen Miller, and his obsessions, and hatreds, the last person on earth he should have chosen is the person he married. And why she agreed to marry someone who hates people like her is a reciprocal matter. You could say the same thing about JD, who claims to dislike that his wife is not Christian, and to be trying to convince her to convert. Or the clown, who claims to hate immigrants, and especially "chain migration."
Thank you! Awesome, as always!
Stephen Miller even LOOKS like a Nazi! He is one of the WORST of this Horrendous Regime. He needs to go and be sent to jail to spend the rest of his miserable life in jail for his Crimes Against Humanity.
I think that Stephen Miller probably never had an after school job or a summer job. I think that that’s no longer a “thing,” especially among families that are somewhat well off. Like (I project?) many of the kids who grow up to be Republican appeals court or Extreme Court injustices.
One of my after school jobs was as a human trash compactor — a regular assignment flwas to get into the company’s dumpster and stomp down the trash already in there so that more could be dumped in. Gave me an awareness that I was going to be better off down the road than most people but that their work was, and they were, valuable and contributing.
I wish I still lived next door to Canada. If I did, I'd be voting HAMMER for Congress! I love your posts. Somehow you state the facts without denigrating the individual about whom the facts speak....that's an amazing talent. Above all, you are fair, even to a man who has seemed never to understand fair. Here's hoping every person who reads or listens to your words understands that voting for you to enter The House of Representatives from North Dakota is assuring the state is represented better than it has been in years.
Always like your work….I have contributed to your champaign BUT can’t give all the time!
North Dakota would do well to have you represent them.
If ANYone looks abnormal, it's the bald vampire!
If you look behind that pale, vampiric exterior, to the tortured interior, it's easy to recognize that, in the depths of his own psyche, Stephen Miller believes HE is all the evil things he accuses others of being. He can't face up to any of that, of course, so his entire speech is psychological projection. At some level, he is describing in intimate detail, the impression of himself that was beaten into him (verbally or physically) by someone among those who were raising him, but he maintains an almost impossibly strong level of denial about what a horrible schmuck, he actually believes himself to be.
Even as a teenager, his whining complaint that he was too good to pick up trash was really an attempt to hide from the fact that, in the depths of his own psyche, he believed he was only ever going to be qualified to pick up trash.
I have no idea what it was in his life that buried such a horrible self impression in Miller, but unless and until he heals the experience wherein he was convinced that this was the case (likely something, or a series of somethings violent that happened quite early in his life), he will forever hate anyone who reminds him of what, in the depths of his own psyche, he has been convinced that he himself really is, despite the act he puts on every day to convince the world the he's so much more than that.