I identify as an ultra-high-net-worth individual, a millionaire many times over, living a lavish lifestyle, enjoying the finer things in life, spending tens of millions, but the bank uses these hurtful numbers to identify my account!
The numbers on the screen do not line up with my financial identity, and it causes me great mental anguish and distress.
It’s hateful, it’s discriminatory and I demand that it stop! Use the numbers that I prefer to express my financial identity, that align with my preferences, or I’ll call the ACLU, the SPLC and the wokest of mobs to demand change and compassion . . . and love.
I know what I have deposited! Do not hold me captive to that; the mere results of my deposit totals do not align with my feelings inside. The resulting numbers have caused dysphoria, and I demand some extra zeros, you backward-banking bigots!
Down in Alabama, state officials said they want to take down the iconic rocket that sits near the interstate just across the Tennessee state line.
Outcry ensued.
For over 40 years, this first stage of one of the only two surviving Saturn IB rockets (which launched humans into earth orbit, though it was the larger and more powerful Saturn V that propelled man to the surface of the moon) sat greeting visitors to the state (majestically paired with a replica second stage).
Okay, if the impressive artifact is deteriorating to the point it may fall on someone, it should probably go, but Alabama needs to get busy building or acquiring another rocket—an even taller rocket!
It’s not just a fun statue; the Saturn IB stands as a true piece of world history, a monument to one of the great exploratory feats of humanity and Alabama’s role in it.
I know, I am not even an Alabama resident, but I am one of the millions who travel to the state and spend time and money there, and this rocket is a historic landmark (aren’t those usually legally protected?) and a symbol of national pride for all Americans. With no rocket to greet us, we may just take our vacation to North Carolina or somewhere.
Though it is not yet official, Tennessee seems to be getting closer to making Daylight Savings Time permanent. But as of now the clocks will still change this year in March and in November.
To me it’s a fine contrast of seasons for it to get pitch dark at 4:45 p.m. on Christmas but to be able to run around the park until 8:30 in the summertime, or deliver papers until that time with the sun still being out.
I kind of prefer it that way, now that I think about it. I suppose supporting the twice-per-year clock change is my way of opposing change . . .
And while we are on the subject of being averse to change—I prefer that the Titans play outside. Make football outdoors again! The heat, the wind, rain, sleet and snow, the frozen tundra and the sunshine all add to the dynamic of the game.
The players, and fans, should have to deal with a little Tennessee heat at a noon game in September. The punt returner should have to deal with the sun in his eyes. The field goal kicker should have to deal with high winds. The teams need to conquer the 95 degrees, or the 20 degrees, as well as their opponent. There should be a slogging-around-in-a-muddy-field type of old-school game every now and then.
Playing football inside some cushy, high-class, climate-controlled, no-wind box takes away some beauty from the game. You are no better than basketball if you play indoors!
