The chart below is made up. I am using it as an illustration. Let us assume that the scale below is measuring intelligence. You can see that most animals who share this planet with us Humans are not as smart as we are.

In fact, the gap is astounding! essentially, there is no comparison at all. Humans are immensely more intelligent than squirrels and crows. But does that mean we are indeed intelligent? Where does this scale top out? Technically a chimp is a great deal smarter than a snail, but then compare the chimp to Humans and it is game over.


  Unless……we see the full scale!intelligence02

   We are only comparing ourselves with the animals on this planet. We have no way of knowing what real intelligence might be. We are only looking on one planet in one galaxy in one universe! How the hell do we know what intelligence even is?

My theory is that the second chart is more accurate. Yes, we may be more intelligent than rocks and beavers. but we are far, far from being intelligent.

Essentially, we are dumb as can be, as a race.

If you keep this one theory in mind as you go through your day, observing people and the world, I am sure you will agree with me.



Self Help Bullshit

Freud, that well known Austrian neurologist from the late 1800’s and early 1900’s declared that people are either instinctively seeking pleasure or avoiding pain. This was termed the Pleasure Principle among other things. We do this without even realizing it. This is part of the animal programing all of us have inside.

I always thought that the driving force within us was food, shelter and sex.Basic animal needs. I guess the seeking of pleasure and the avoidance of pain could fit this. The two principles are just different ways of saying the same thing maybe.

Now comes along John Izzo, PhD and popular motivational speaker who says in his book, “The Five Secrets You Must Discover Before You Die” that Freud was totally wrong. He says that humans seek happiness and meaning instead.

This is dangerous. We know what pleasure is. It could be a nice nap in the afternoon, a rowdy game of rugby, or having sex. Of course, I’ve been told the way I have sex is often similar to a rugby game. But the point is that pleasure feels good. Happiness on the other hand, is far more complicated. The difference in asking someone,”Are you having fun?” versus “Are you happy?”

If it is Friday night after a week of work and I am at dinner with friends I could very well be having fun. But am I happy? Happiness has a footprint much larger than one evening out with friends.

So, with happiness a total mystery, let’s move on to “meaning”. What? Yeah. OK. Beats me. I think I like seeking pleasure and avoiding pain better.

I’m not sure if I should reveal one of the five secrets in his book or not, but I am going to do that.

“Be true to yourself.”

This is one of those common sayings that immediately after hearing it we all think we know what it means. But thinking about it later we are not so sure. On a primitive level, if someone just loves science and can’t get enough of it, being an accountant could mean they are not true to themselves. Or not. Is who we are really just the job we have? Or does the job we have allow us to be ourselves?

Surprisingly Dr. Izzo started out life as a minister in the Presbyterian church so I was hoping for a concept with a bit more spiritual meaning. Is all of life just about being happy and finding meaning? What if our meaning is incorrect? What if the Universe planed for us to live a rough life so that we could learn and grow spiritually? How does this book apply to the millions of people who live in primitive jungles, in poverty and misery far beyond what we can realize? I wonder if the local bookshop in these third world countries have a self help section? “!0 ways to catch more worms for dinner than your neighbor”. “12 step to clean drinking water”.

Dr. Izzo is very good at making money through giving motivational speeches to corporate executives, and writing books with first grade theology to encourage us all to feel better. He makes sure he is politically correct and takes “secrets” from several primitive tribes of Africa and Canada. That is such a feel good kumbaya thing. However, I am not prone to taking life guidance from people who crap in the woods and have not invented toilet paper yet.

I’m just being true to myself.


Your mileage may and probably should vary.



When I was younger I was a left wing Democrat. Gary Hart was my guy. McGovern even.Hell, I voted FOR Bill Clinton in his first term. So, yeah, I was coo-coo-left.

Ever since that Clinton vote, I lived a right wing Republican life. I voted FOR Bush twice.

Now? Today?

Well, I don’t consider myself either of those labels. In fact, I dislike all labels. They divide society.

People are inherently lazy and it is easier to pull a political package off the self and buy it, lock stock and barrel. That is so much easier than thinking for oneself.

Many times I am asked about a particular social issue and my best answer is, “I don’t know.”

The Internet is filled with left wing sites twisting facts their way. And right wing sites twisting facts their way. I now no longer trust anyone. Period.

Where is the rational view? Where is honesty?

Not available on this planet these days, if it ever was.

Just my 2 cents. Your mileage could vary.


Radio Shack Vanishing

We all know that Radio Shack stores have been dying since the 90’s. But I heard that they are going to vanish entirely soon. Apparently they are closing 50% of their stores and selling the rest to Verizon. Either that or bankruptcy.

Of all the stores that have closed in my lifetime, I will miss Radio Shack the most. Radio Shack is a vibrant part of my childhood and young adult years. I bought my first crystal radio there. I bought wires, diodes, antennas and a host of other stuff you could not find anywhere. And this was really important before the Internet. (Yes, there was life before the Internet!).

I bought my first laptop there! It weighted as much as a small European automobile and was slightly larger, but it was a laptop! A computer you could carry with you, assuming you lifted weights on a regular basis. Granted, the screen was green and the battery lasted about ten minutes, but I had a laptop!

I bought my police scanner from them, the famous Pro-2006. This baby picked up everything frequency except brain waves. This is before trunking and encryption. I listened to Air Force One when it flew into Miami. I listened to the Secret Service communications along the Presidents route. I heard police, aircraft, ships, security guards, all sorts of federal and state agencies and after snipping one small wire inside, opened up even more frequencies, including cordless land lines.

I cannot tell you how many times I had a big box electronics store tell me, “Oh, Radio Shack will have that.” And they did.

What I also liked about Radio Shack was that they were everywhere. Small towns that could not begin to think of even supporting a Walgreens or CVS would have a radio shack stuck in some strip mall.

It is sad to see them go. I do not know of anything that can replace them.