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A DIFFERENT APPROACH

—Original Message—

Sent: Tue, Dec 12, 2017 4:53 pm

Subject: FROM SCOTT MAYO, RE TWO ONLINE PETITIONS I HAVE STARTED

I appreciate your time and consideration, in reading this email.

For a long time now, I’ve been very concerned about the direction our country, the United States, is taking.

Since 2012, I’ve been especially concerned about the destructive impact that unrestrained Digital-Age technology—particularly cellular technology (cellphones and smartphones) and social media (Facebook, Twitter, et al)—is having on our country.

And since June 22, 2015, I’ve been especially concerned about an ongoing trend of state and local politicians censoring their constituents’ historical flags, and destroying their constituents’ historical monuments—without their constituents’ consent.  This posthumous extermination of the Confederate States of America is destructive to the United States of America—and I have been doing all I can to bring awareness to it, and to elicit the help of my fellow Southern Americans, my fellow Americans, and my fellow human beings worldwide, in stopping this destructive trend.

I have started two petitions on the website, Change.org, on which I would appreciate your adding your signature to mine.

The first is to President Trump, requesting that he remove Nikki Haley from his presidential cabinet—because Nikki Haley is the initial perpetrator of this posthumous extermination of the Confederate States of America, and because Nikki Haley is being rewarded for her exploitation of a mass murder.

The second is to Pensacola Mayor Ashton Hayward and the Escambia County Board of County Commissioners to return the First Confederate Flag to its rightful place in Pensacola’s Five-Flags Displays—the historical flags displays of the five nations under which Pensacola, Florida, has lived and thrived.  These local politicians have censored the First Confederate Flag from our historical flags displays since June 24, 2015—without our consent.  They have not even let us vote on this.

Our country, the United States of America, is in serious danger of self-destruction.  The sociopolitical chaos our country is experiencing in this Digital Age is unprecedented in its history.  And this sociopolitical chaos—driven by unrestrained Digital-Age technology—is spreading all over our world.

Most of us seem to be pretending that everything is fine—as if our country’s problems will simply go away if we ignore them.  But this is never the case—no country’s problems simply go away, as if by magic.

Many of us are quite aware of the danger posed to our country, but feel so powerless to do anything about it that we just give up—we just do nothing, and look forward to our deaths, or to a Biblical event that will require no action on our part.

Of course, neither of these approaches is ever effective.

We can turn our country—and our world—around.  But we can only do this together—and with small, incremental actions.

And signing online petitions is a way of taking small, incremental actions together.

Please click on the links below, and—unless either of these petitions is against everything you believe in—add your signature to these online petitions.  Your signature will be greatly appreciated—perhaps more than you know.

https://www.change.org/p/president-trump-remove-the-dishonorable-nikki-r-haley-from-your-cabinet-immediately-so-you-can-immediately-restore-some-honor-to-your-cabinet

https://www.change.org/p/pensacola-mayor-ashton-hayward-and-the-escambia-county-board-of-county-commissioners-return-the-first-confederate-flag-to-its-rightful-place-in-pensacola-s-five-flags-displays

And if you want to learn more about the issues mentioned in this email, you are welcome to view my blog, Solosocial, at solosocial.wordpress.com, and to comment on posts, if you so desire.

Again, thank you so much for your time and consideration.

Scott Wesley Mayo

HISTORY, CIVICS, AND PERSONAL RESPONSIBILITY PENSACOLA’S FIVE-FLAGS DISPLAYS

HISTORY, CIVICS, AND PERSONAL RESPONSIBILITY PART 1

HISTORY, CIVICS, AND PERSONAL RESPONSIBILITY PART 2

HISTORY, CIVICS, AND PERSONAL RESPONSIBILITY PART 3

YOUR RIGHTS END WHERE THE RIGHTS OF OTHERS BEGIN

Before this mindless Digital Age, there was no such thing as transgendered.  

There was such a thing as transsexual.

A transsexual person was someone who had gone to the trouble to have a sex change operation.

If someone believed he was supposed to be female—to such an extent that he had a sex change operation performed on himself—no one was going to argue with him (her).

If someone believed she was supposed to be male—to such an extent that she had a sex change operation performed on herself—no one was going to argue with her (him).

There seems to be a great deal of confusion about gender today.

Some languages have two genders—masculine and feminine.

Other languages have three genders—masculine, feminine, and neuter.

And some other languages have more than three genders.

Though sex is specifically a physical term, gender is not.

And the truth is that every human being has both masculine and feminine traits—in addition to neutral traits.

Every human being has both masculinity and femininity—as well as neutrality.

Most human males have more masculinity than femininity—most of the time—though there are exceptions.

Most human females have more femininity than masculinity—most of the time—though there are exceptions.

And though we should not favor the exceptions, we should not dismiss them either.  Sometimes they are the ones who accomplish the most—and contribute the most.

The case can be made that all of us are already transgendered—that in fact we transition between the masculine and feminine genders, as constantly, and naturally, as our heart rates and blood pressures fluctuate.

If sometimes you feel more feminine than masculine, whatever your sex, maybe you are.

If sometimes you feel more masculine than feminine, whatever your sex, maybe you are.

If you feel more like a woman than the man you are, however, that doesn’t make you a woman—though you have the right to feel that way.

If you feel more like a man than the woman you are, however, that doesn’t make you a man—though you have the right to feel that way.

If you feel more like a woman than the man you are, you even have the right to wear a woman’s clothes, and use a woman’s mannerisms—in the privacy of your residence, or in the appropriate public settings.

If you feel more like a man than the woman you are, you even have the right to wear a man’s clothes, and use a man’s mannerisms—in the privacy of your residence, or in the appropriate public settings.

If you are a man, however, you do not have the right to demand that everyone else see you as a woman—or treat you like a woman.

If you are a woman, however, you do not have the right to demand that everyone else see you as a man—or treat you like a man.

You have the right to indulge your fantasies—everyone has that right.

You do not have the right, however, to demand that everyone else indulge your fantasies—no one has that right.

Your rights end where the rights of others begin.

THEY ARE NOTHING TO BE AFRAID OF

When I was a little boy, I was afraid of cats.

I was terrified of cats, actually.

Domestic cats.

We had no cats, as pets—only dogs.

And whenever I saw a cat—anywhere near me—I got back inside, fast.  

Whenever I saw a cat, anywhere near me, I got into my safe space—and stayed there.

Mr. Sutton, over a block away from our house, had cats.

And even though our backyard was fenced, I would sit on our back porch, rather than even venture into our fenced backyard—because I was so terrified of those cats over a block away.

My mother would urge me to get off that back porch, and enjoy the backyard—but I wouldn’t budge, because I was so terrified of neighbors’ cats.

There was a National Geographic article about cats.

In that article, there was a photograph of a Siamese cat, standing up, grabbing a fish someone had offered it—and because it was a close-up photograph, that cat appeared to be the size of a man or woman.

I had a nightmare about that cat.  I dreamed there was a man-or-woman-sized Siamese cat walking upright down the hall, saying, “Ring around the collar, ring around the collar!” and coming to get me.

One night, I thought I saw a cat in the hall—even though we had no cats.  And to this day, I’m not sure if that cat was real or not.

Cats scared the hell out of me—I truly thought they were the most terrifying things in the world.

My mother said that a cat jumped on my back when I was an infant—and that’s why I was so terrified of cats.  I can’t remember this incident—but it had to have happened, because it’s the only thing that explains my fear of cats.

One night, I saw a cat outside in the dark—and ran back inside the house, my safe space, of course.

But my sister, Cathy, who had taught me how to ride a bicycle without training wheels—got rid of my fear right there.

She picked up the cat, and brought it inside the house.  And she showed me that the cat was nothing to be afraid of, and urged me to pet the cat.  

And I petted the cat, as Cathy held it—and discovered that it was nothing to fear at all.  I discovered that it was just like a dog—and was pretty and soft and warm and friendly, just like a dog—and that it liked to be petted, and made a pleasant, purring sound.

Once my sister, Cathy, urged me not to run from a cat—but to learn something about it, and to gain some understanding of it—I was completely cured of my fear of cats.

And I have never been afraid of cats—at all—since that moment.

You hate Confederate flags and monuments, because you are afraid of them.

And you are afraid of Confederate flags and monuments, because you have learned nothing about them, and have gained no understanding of them.

But rather than face your fear of Confederate flags and monuments—and allow yourself to learn about them, and gain some understanding of them—you demand that politicians remove them from your sight.

And the gutless and immoral Republican and Democratic politicians remove them from your sight—and you remain terrified of all Confederate flags and monuments.

The gutless and immoral neocon and liberal politicians remove them from your sight—and you remain terrified of all Confederate flags and monuments.

But this time, I’m asking you not to run from Confederate flags and monuments.

I’m asking you not to retreat to your safe spaces—where you’re never really safe, because the only thing you have to fear truly is fear itself.

I get rid of your fear right now.

I show you the Confederate flags and monuments—in this space.  And I show you that Confederate flags and monuments are nothing to be afraid of, and urge you to look at the flags and monuments.

I urge you not to let politicians censor your Confederate flags and monuments anymore—but to learn something about them, and to gain some understanding of them—so you’ll be completely cured of your fear of Confederate flags and monuments.

Look at these flags and monuments.  Look at them, and think about what they really meant, in the time that they were created.  Since June 22, 2015, this blog has been filled with background information on Confederate flags and monuments—not misinformation, like that spread by neocon and liberal politicians, like Nimrata Randhawa Haley and Mitch Landrieu—but real, researched, truthful information that will give you a good place to start in your discovery of the true history of Confederate flags and monuments.

Your fear of Confederate flags and monuments is as irrational as my fear of cats was—and you can rid yourself of that irrational fear right now, if you truly make an effort to do so.

Are you ready?

You see, they are nothing to be afraid of—only something to be discovered, understood, and even appreciated.

THE MOST PAINFUL LESSON I HAVE EVER LEARNED

If it smells like fish, don’t eat it unless it is fish.

WHY I’M CRAZY

I’m crazy because I choose not to have a cellphone or smartphone.

I’m crazy because I choose not to have a Facebook or Twitter account.

I’m crazy because I literally use Digital-Age technology to condemn the Digital Age.

I’m crazy because I believe this Digital Age is the end of the world.

I’m crazy because I wear T-shirts with images and statements that bring awareness to timely and important issues and subjects.

I’m crazy because I care about the world outside my own, little life.

I’m crazy because I become more interested in the lives of others, as others become less interested in my life.

I’m crazy because I care what is right, not who is right.

I’m crazy because I care about anything at all.

I’m crazy because I bring politicians to task when they infringe on my rights or the rights of others.

I’m crazy because I bring corporations to task when they infringe on my rights or the rights of others.

I’m crazy because I bring private citizens to task when they infringe on my rights or the rights of others.

I’m crazy because I really do fight a never-ending battle for truth, justice—and what should be the American way.

I’m crazy because I choose to remain human, as my fellow human beings choose to become more and more inhuman.

I’m crazy because I choose not to be ignorant.

I’m crazy because I choose not to be apathetic.

I’m crazy because I choose not to be complacent.

I’m crazy because I choose not to be shallow.

I’m crazy because I hate self-righteousness more than anything else.

I’m crazy because I hate hypocrisy more than anything but self-righteousness.

I’m crazy because I hate shallowness more than anything but self-righteousness and hypocrisy.

I’m crazy because I’m determined to be fair, no matter what.

I’m crazy because I’m determined to be truthful, no matter what.

I’m crazy because I want to make America greater than ever—not just great again.

I’m crazy because I realize that a nation’s greatness lies in all of its capabilities—not just its military and economic ones.

I’m crazy because I realize that this posthumous extermination of the Confederate States of America is the greatest threat the United States of America has ever faced.

I’m crazy because I realize that my country’s support of the modern state of Israel is hurting the American people, not just the Palestinian people—and that in standing up for the rights of the Palestinian people, we stand up for the rights of the American people.

I’m crazy because the only political office in which I am the least bit interested is the presidency—not because I want to be president, but because I realize how urgently our country needs another independent president (we’ve had one before—his name was George Washington).

I’m crazy because I’m a proud independent voter who is trying his best to persuade as many Democratic voters as possible to abandon the Democratic Party—and as many Republican voters as possible to abandon the Republican Party.

I’m crazy because I’m a proud descendant of Confederate veterans who fought for neither slavery nor states’ rights—but simply to protect their homes and families from an overwhelmingly powerful, invading army.

I’m crazy because I realize that the only Americans who have the right to be here, simply because they were born here, are the Native Americans—that everyone else should prove their worthiness to remain here (they can stop taking their constitutional rights for granted, and stop taking their prosperity for granted).

I’m crazy because I know that the majority of federal land in the United States is being used for nothing but protection of native animals, after the native people have been removed from it—and that the only way our federal government can begin to set things right with the Native Americans is to return all that federal wildlife refuge land to the Native Americans of all tribes.

I’m crazy because I know that historical flags and monuments need to stay up—and that the only things that need to come down in this country are cell towers.

I’m crazy because I want my fellow human beings to get rid of their cellphones and smartphones—and be human again.

I’m crazy because I want my fellow human beings to close their Facebook and Twitter accounts—and be human again.

I’m crazy because I know that the more I lose, the less I have to lose.

I’m crazy because the more shit happens, the more I am willing to do to prevent more shit from happening.

I’m crazy because I know that I will eventually have a heart attack, a stroke, or a very bad accident—and all I ask of my Creator is that I don’t survive it.

I’m crazy because I would rather die an honest-to-God martyr than a patient in a nursing home who doesn’t even know who he is.

I’m crazy because there is nothing in this world I hate more (not even self-righteousness, hypocrisy, or shallowness) than this time—this Goddamned Digital Age.

I’m crazy because I realize the only way to escape a time is to die—and I so look forward to my death, for this reason.

I’m crazy because I choose not to go along with the mindless, Digital-Age herd.

I’m crazy because I choose to become more and more mindful, as those around me become more and more mindless.

I’m crazy because I don’t support censorship—I oppose censorship.

I’m crazy because I don’t oppose freedom of speech—I support freedom of speech.

I’m crazy because I know that my message is more important than I.

I’m crazy because I know that my message is more important than my life.

I’m crazy because I choose not to be stupid.

And I’d rather be crazy than stupid.

MONEY IS A MEANS TO AN END—NOT AN END

I have a bachelor of arts degree, and a year of graduate studies, from the University of South Alabama, in the field of English and creative writing.

No, I can’t get a job with this degree.

No, I can’t earn money with this degree.

But I do use it—I use it constantly.

I’m somewhat concerned about the financial prospects of young people who are earning degrees in non-lucrative fields, such as mine.

Yet I’m especially concerned about the intellectual and spiritual prospects of young people who are earning degrees in highly lucrative fields, such as medicine and Internet technology.

Because young people who are earning degrees in non-lucrative fields, such as mine, are almost always earning these degrees for all the right reasons.

And young people who are earning degrees in highly lucrative fields, such as medicine and Internet technology, are almost never earning these degrees for all the right reasons.

And besides, I am not desperately poor because I have a degree in English and creative writing—I am desperately poor for reasons that have nothing to do with my degree.

Yet I apply my degree constantly, tirelessly, and very purposefully.

Money is a means to an end—not an end.


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