Monthly Archives: May 2013

Please Respect Sports Officials

Though this doesn’t directly pertain to a childfree or antinatalist theme, I figured this recent entry on my main blog would fit here, mainly because I see a bunch of raging parents (and sometimes their offspring even) getting belligerent with sports officials, and it’s just uncalled for. I swear, sometimes parents act more like children at sporting events than their kids do. It makes me sick to my stomach. I feel sorry for those kids that have to deal with it. It’s embarrassing.

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I understand that in the heat of competition you might get a little irritated with a close call that doesn’t go your way. I understand you fans really want your team to win. I really do. Competition turns even the best of people into monsters just frothing out the mouth to kill someone, and understandably so. However, the lack of respect for sports officials is absolutely disgusting.

I’m a former sports official. I officiated pee-wee/middle school/high school football, middle school/high school basketball, and ASA/USSSA/high school/NAIA/NCAA softball for 6 years. It was about the best job I could have had at the time which gave me flexible hours and paid better than just about any other part-time job I could have. I didn’t much like the job, mind you, but it fit my lifestyle at the time.

Most games went by without issue. I mean yes, coaches and players would want to ask me a couple of questions, but a majority of the time they did so in a polite manner and all was well. There were however a handful of incidents every season that got crazy, all of which resulted in me removing the offending person(s) from the area. I had a reputation for a quick ejection and/or a quick technical foul. These earned me the nicknames “Mr. T” and “the ejection seat” which, I have to admit, I was proud of. I didn’t put up with any BS from anyone. The second a coach or player raised their voice to me it was an immediate technical or ejection. That was my policy and I stuck to it. I also had no issues removing problem fans and I ejected more than my fair share of them. I wasn’t about to stand around and take any verbal abuse from anyone. It’s just not necessary and it won’t change my call.

The point being is that we’re only human beings. I promise you officials don’t intentionally hose you. We are limited by the perspective we have on the field and admittedly it’s not necessarily the best view, and in many cases those in the stands and/or watching on TV at home have a better view than we do. We also don’t have the luxury of slow-motion replay (with the exception of D1 NCAA and NFL football) so we have to make snap judgments on bang-bang plays.

I challenge any of you hecklers to put on the stripes, the blue, or whatever and do a better job. You think you can do a better job than us, so why not come down here and prove to us you can do a better job? What, afraid you’re going to make yourself look silly? Yeah, that’s what I thought, smartasses.

Like I said, I understand that tempers can fly in competition. That said, bitching at us over what you think may be a bad call isn’t going to win you any brownie points and if anything will do nothing but hurt your cause. I’m speaking from experience on the other side of the coin too. I played men’s fastpitch softball for about 10 years. I have been ejected my fair share of times and every time I was ejected I fucking deserved it and I knew it before I even opened my mouth to jaw at the umpires. I have no hard feelings toward any of the umpires who gave me the heave-ho and had I been in their position I’d have done the same thing. It’s just part of it though.

You don’t have to like the call, but you had better damn well respect it. We really do our best, and we have bad days just like anyone else. Cut these poor officials some slack. It really is a hard job.

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The Difference Between Antinatalists and Pronatalists

I have consistently noticed one thing about the flaming pronatalists who make their way over here to attack me that differentiates them against antinatalists and effectively reduces their case to nothing. Here is the key difference I’ve noticed:

Antinatalists: Use evidence-based arguments for their position.

Pronatalists: Use emotionally-based arguments for their position.

I’m dead serious, read any work by an antinatalist philosopher. They all observe the cardinal rule of academic writing perfectly, namely to not interject one’s self into the work. I don’t know a damn thing about what kind of a life David Benatar lives. All I know about him I know from his books (namely that he’s an antinatalist and that he’s an advocate for the men’s rights movement). I don’t know what kind of life he lives outside of this. For all I know he might have a really exciting life and going out there living life to the absolute fullest. He could be one of the happiest people on earth. That wouldn’t be a contradiction to being an antinatalist, for one’s own emotional attachment to life is irrelevant in determining whether it’s better to be born or not to be born.

On the contrary, I’ve never seen an evidence-based refutation of antinatalism from any pronatalist authors. They all invariably interject their own emotions and talk about how great their life is witout an ounce of logic or cold, hard evidence for their view. We all know what kind of lives all of the pronatalist authors live, which is a direct violation of the cardinal rule of academic writing. Does that mean, however, that all pronatalists are happy in life? The answer is absolutely not. Most of those that fall into that category also use religious arguments for their position, which again have no merit. Emotional and religious arguments have no place in the world of academia.

And that is the difference between antinatalist arguments and pronatalist arguments and why the pronatalist position is reduced to all but nothing. There is no hardcore evidence in favor of pronatalism but an abundance of it in opposition of pronatalism and in favor of antinatalism, thus antinatalism wins.

Quod erat demonstrandum.

Personal Update

Just figured I’d let you know what’s been going on with my life and why blogs have been incredibly sparse as of late.

Basically, my life has turned to complete shit. I had to leave my company due to bullying on the job. I just couldn’t take it anymore. Went to self-employment (as I really can’t do any other sort of work due to my incredible introversion) doing clock repair and flight instruction and I’m doing OK but not overly so. I’ve had falling outs with several friends and what little family I had left. My cat passed away due to complications from a severe hernia and my dog had to be put to sleep because he started showing signs of rage syndrome.

Needless to say I’ve been incredibly depressed the past few months, to the point I’m barely able to function anymore. I think it’s safe to say that I haven’t had the energy to come up with blog topics as of recently, though I do appreciate my loyal fans for staying with me during this time.

In happier news, during this time of psuedo-unemployment I’ve decided to devote the next several months to travel. In July I’ll be heading to England for probably around 4 months to tour bell towers. As an avid change ringer it’s been one of my dreams to go on a bell ringing tour for a long time now. Living in a place I hardly get to do any (North America) due to a limited number of available towers, it will be a breath of fresh air to be able to grab a new bell tower virtually every day (it’s not hard to find a nearby tower in England and many of them stagger their practice nights so that you can go to one practice one night and then somewhere else another), staying in other ringers’ houses (they’re always glad to put you up in my experience) and hopping from village to village via public transit. It’s my goal to grab at least 100 towers, and I do have some must-grabs on the list (Liverpool Anglican Cathedral, Worcester Cathedral, York Minster, Exeter Cathedral, Southwark Cathedral, among others), but from there I’ll probably just kind of play it by ear.

Afterwards it’ll be to Japan for a couple of months. My mother’s side of the family hails from Japan and I’ve always wanted to go explore the area from which I descend. Go hiking in the mountains, see the big cities, attend some festivals, you name it.

I’m kind of hoping my travels will re-invigorate me and convince me to carry on with life. If they don’t, and I crash upon returning home, well, I’ve decided I’ll probably wind up putting a bullet through my skull. I can’t continue to live like this. It’s just too difficult.

It’s sure amazing being CF sometimes. To be able to just drop everything and do such travel would be impossible without children. Hell, if I decide that terminating my existence is the solution to my problems, again that’s made a feasible and possible choice by being CF as I don’t have any kids I’m responsible for. In that light, my passing wouldn’t negatively affect anyone. Being CF sure is great. 😛

Anyway, I do apologize again for not blogging so much recently. I’ll do my best to try to make more regular posts.

LOL!!!!!

You know, I absolutely LOVE it when breeder trolls come along and leave barely-veiled insults in the comments sections of my entries. What’s funny is often times what they consider an insult, I absolutely agree with and take it to another level!

That happened twice today. Some person who refused to prove any name left a couple of comments he/she thought would totally insult me. Instead, I turned the tables and joke was totally on this person.

First up is seemingly an insult on my intelligence and/or character. This is one I’ve heard numerous times in one way or another:

“It’s unfortunate that your mother brought you into this world.”

Well, here was my response that no doubt probably left this person’s head spinning:

“I absolutely agree. It IS unfortunate that my mother brought me into this world, just like it’s unfortunate that your mother brought you into this world and that all of our mothers brought all of us into this world.

‘Each one of us was harmed by being brought into existence. That harm is not negligible, because the quality of even the best lives is very bad-and considerably worse than most people recognize it to be. Although it is obviously too late to prevent our own existence, it is not too late to prevent the existence of future possible people.’ – David Benatar from his book Better Never to Have Been: The Harm of Coming into Existence.”

OK then, so apparently I got under this person’s skin a bit, so he/she made this pathetic little retort:

“You’re a really sad person :(

Aside from the obvious lack of punctuation, that was a pretty pathetic retort, to which I replied with:

“I prefer ‘realistic’ to ‘sad,’ though I learned long ago that reality isn’t all roses, and as sad as reality might be, to paraphrase the late, great Carl Sagan it’s better to live in reality than persist in delusion no matter how blissful it might be to live in delusion.”

Well, once again, as I’ve warned trolls before, don’t come here and troll me, lest ye have a public spectacle made out of yourself. I reserve the right to metaphorically bend you over my knee and bust your ass with a switch, chew you up, and spit you out like the little vermin you are. Tread with caution if you ever decide to troll me. You might not like the public humiliation that befalls you if you continue.

Selfish Moos Who Think They Deserve Something For Mothers’ Day

I was reading a couple of entries recently over on Breederoo (or, to be more politically correct I suppose, Momaroo [a Xanga sister site] which I refer to as Breederoo because every one of the bitches that posts there has a total breeder mentality) talking about Mothers’ Day gifts and I’m over here just rolling my eyes the entire time. It’s like they were saying they actually deserve something for Mothers’ Day other than a swift kick in the rear end for bringing their poor children into existence (which, as I’ve established many times on this site, is a great harm and it would have been better never to exist).

Well, let’s get something straight, bitches. Your kids don’t owe you jack shit for Mothers’ Day or any other day, just like they aren’t obligated to care for you in your own age or anything else you think your damn kids owe you. “What I Want for Mothers’ Day?” “Ten Things I DON’T Want For Mothers’ Day?” Yeah, FUCK YOU, STUPID MOO!!! You better just be damn grateful your kids got you anything at all. They don’t owe you a damn thing, I don’t care if it is Mothers’ Day. Just be fucking glad they aren’t cursing your name for bringing you into this world. Get your fucking heads out of your asses and realize you don’t deserve some special gift for DOING YOUR FUCKING JOB AS A PARENT!!!! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!!!!

Though, sadly, selfish narcissistic parents are the norm today. They think they’ve done the world’s greatest thing by bringing children into existence (when the opposite is true, they committed the world’s greatest atrocity by doing so), and that the whole world revolves around their damn kids and that we should bend over backwards to accommodate them, coo over them, awe over them, WHATEVER!!!!! I’m tired of this kid/parent-friendly world worshipping breeders and their spawn at their fucking feet!

Fuck Mothers’ Day.