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Okay, so there's two basic kinds of security: public and private

Public security is for government employees like police

Private security is stuff like security guards, bodyguards, and bouncers

As a security guard, you need to pass different licensing exams for different privileges. Someone who might handcuff people needs a license to carry handcuffs- someone who might need to carry a weapon needs a license for that weapon.

I passed my BST exam something like five years ago and stopped there, so I am allowed to carry: A radio

And as private security, again, there are two basic kinds: in-house and contract

Contract security means a company or a person or a location like a park can pay my boss' boss money to send powerless scarecrows in uniforms to walk around and provide what is called "visible presence"

which is, essentially, a life-size cardboard cutout of a guy wearing the classic Spirit Halloween costume, "Black Slacks Law Professional" in size L

So if the entire chain of authority, from a toddler at the mall food court all the way up to whoever happens to have access to the majority of the planet's nukes at this time, you should know that someone like me currently ranks somewhere very slightly above Janitor, but still definitely below Cinnabon Assistant Manager

Which means that if I chose to go rogue and use my powers for evil TOMORROW, I would maybe manage to punch a Cinnabon employee and shoplift half a dozen chocolate bars from the gift shop before I am fired and in jail being sued off my ass with my licenses revoked for life, unable to leave the country or apply for a job at Walmart with my new shiny criminal record

Security guards and mall cops ain't police. We're dressed like police so you don't try and do something illegal in the area, but the vast majority of us can't actually do anything.

Calm down

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....oh my god, security guards are mimics. They're mimicking the markings and colorings of the actual predator species Cops to elicit the behavior that having that predator species around would.

I mean I never really thought about it but. Yeah, pretty much?

The functional mechanic of it- at least in contract security work- is that my Company always outranks my Client.

The Client doesn’t pay ME me $17/hour, they pay my COMPANY $50/hour, and in return my company takes care of all the scheduling and accommodations and liability, training, uniforms, check-ins, and audits.

The tradeoff is that the client can’t override the company’s orders.

The company itself- which is the entity wholly liable if I do something stupid- wants first and foremost to make a profit, which required not getting sued into oblivion, and SECONDLY, to keep the clients happy.

Which means if the CLIENT tells me, directly and to my face, “go harass this minority”, I can say “why”, and if they have no legally defensible reason like “they are an active threat to others” or “they are causing a disturbance”, I can say “no” and still have a job tomorrow.

Moreover, if they say “Someone is smoking pot in the bathroom” and I go into the bathroom and it stinks like pot but nobody is actively smoking, I can’t do shit. Because I didn’t SEE IT HAPPEN, and there is no material evidence of who did it, and if I picked someone at random and they decided to sue the shit out of my company, my company would be upset.

Like… Yes, security guards at my level are essentially cop mimics. Like a hoverfly to a wasp. And beyond that, we’re sort of a colony, like ants, existing in a symbiotic relationship with something else.

And if the Client is toxic, and the tradeoff is no longer balanced, we leave.

So like… some kind of nonvenomous bee.

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hidden messages in electronic boards

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thoodleoo:

love this egyptian figurine of a woman baking bread in the brooklyn museum. she looks exactly like me while i’m waiting for my food to be done in the microwave. truly an eternal experience

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Actual roman epitaph for a dog

humans are the same

I’ve seen this one doing the rounds a few times (and it makes me cry every time I see it), but was curious about the original Latin text, so I did some digging: it’s a shortened version of CIL 10, 00659, a tombstone from Salernum (modern Salerno, Italy). (source; CIL is the Corpus Inscriptionum Latinarum).

Portaui lacrimis madidus te, nostra catella,

     Quod feci lustris laetior ante tribus.

Ergo mihi, Patrice, iam non dabis oscula mille

     Nec poteris collo grata cubare meo.

Tristis marmorea posui te sede merentem

     Et iunxi semper manib(us) ipse meis

Morib(us) argutis hominem simulare paratam,

     Perdidimus quales hei mihi delicias.

Tu, dulcis Patrice, nostras attingere mensas

    Consueras, gremio poscere blanda cibos,

Lambere tu calicem lingua rapiente solebas,

     Quem tibi saepe meae sustinuere manus,

Accipere et lassum cauda gaudente frequenter

And here’s my translation:

Wet with tears I have carried you, our little (female) dog, just as I did in happier times fifteen years earlier (lit. “three periods of five years).  For myself, Patrice, now you will not give me a thousand kisses nor will you be able to lie lovingly around/against my neck.  I have sorrowfully placed you, merit-worthy, in a marble tomb and I have joined you always to myself in death, as by your cleverness you matched a human.  Alas, we lost such pleasures for myself!  You, sweet Patrice, were accustomed to join us at our table, to beg charmingly for food (while sitting in our) laps.  You were in the habit of greedily licking our cups with your tongue, which my hands often held for you.  Frequently and joyfully (you) receive a weary one with your (wagging) tail…

tl;dr: this dog was named Patrice and was very, very loved.  (another translation with some glossing of the text.)

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bayouette:

I have a folder called Time is a Flat Circle in which I collect evidence of humanity. Here is most of them.

Okayokayokayokaybut “My hand will wear out but the inscription will remain” is kind of a power line BEFORE you factor in that it is, in fact, over a thousand years old.

It’s always good to spend a few moments, on a quiet day, looking through the Family album.

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I was working on a history paper today and found a book from 1826 that seemed promising (though dull) for my topic, on an English Catholic family’s experience moving to France.

And it ended up not really being suitable for my purposes, as it goes. But part of the book is actually devoted to Kenelm, the author’s oldest son…and man, his dad loved him.

Kenelm seems to have had a fairly typical upbringing for a young English gentleman, although he is a bit slow to read. At twelve he’s sent to board at Stoneyhurst College—often the big step towards independence in a boy’s life, as he’ll most likely only see his parents sporadically from now on, and then leave for university.

When he’s sixteen, however, his father moves the whole family to France, so Kenelm gets pulled out of school to be with them again. Shortly after the move, his dad notices that he seems depressed. Kenelm confides in him that he’s been suffering from “scruples” for the last eighteen months—most likely what we’d now call an anxiety disorder.

And his dad is pissed—at the school, because apparently Kenelm had been seeking help there and received none, despite obviously struggling with mental health issues. So his dad takes it seriously. He sets him up to be counseled by a priest—there were no therapists back then—and doesn’t send him away to be boarded again, instead teaching him at home himself.

And his mental health does improve. His dad describes him as well-liked, gentle, pious, kind and eager to please others; at twenty he’s thinking about a career in diplomacy or going into the military—which his dad thinks he is not particularly suited for, considering his favorite pastimes are drawing and reading. He’s excited about his family’s upcoming move to Italy, and he’s been busy learning Italian and teaching it to his siblings.

Henry Kenelm Beste dies of typhus at twenty years, four months, and twenty-five days. That’s how his dad records it. That’s why his dad is telling this story. It’s not an extraordinary story—Kenelm’s story struck me because he sounds so…ordinary, like so many kids today. And he was so, so loved. His dad tried hard to help him compassionately with his mental health at a time where our current knowledge and support systems didn’t exist. You can feel how badly he wanted his son to be remembered and loved, to impress how dearly beloved he was to the people who knew him in life.

I hope he’d be glad to know someone is still thinking of Kenelm over 200 years later.

Anyway, that’s why I’m crying today.

@istradion

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as someone who got 2 concussions this year and inhaled toxic substances at the workplace i can confidently inform you all that all characters in the star wars prequels are absolved of stupidity. they’re all dumb as a box of rocks but its not their fault that no one made them wear helmets in wartime. the introduction of SPOSHA (space OSHA) would reduce incidences of darth vader creation by at least one i just know it

“anakin shouldn’t have done that” he was huffing space gasoline at age 7 literally what did you expect. “obi-wan shouldn’t have done that” he literally goes through a window face first in episode 2. “padme shouldn’t have done that” she’s had a career since she was 10

OVER 20? i thought that shit was at 14 god’s honest truth. which is bad enough but WORSE? holy shit. you could fucking fly a jet plane through the holes in his brain, legend has it if you get a brain scan on that man the scarring on his frontal lobe spells out ‘HELP.’ fucking 20+? that live fast die young ass motherfucker. born with a job, broke both legs by 6, death NASCAR career by 9, logged his first kill at 11, married at 19, 20+ workplace electrocutions by 22. installs his first authoritarian government by 22. overachieving but in all the wrong fields only. i mean 20+? that man hasn’t walked in a straight line in years. holy fuck man. 20+? yeeeeeeeeeeesh. holy shit. fuck

i’ve crunched the numbers and analyzed the situations man and i tell you i ran this in the most favorable of conditions. assuming this boy turned 19 literally 5 minutes before AOTC picks up and Space Years can be substituted by our years, and by '20+’ we mean 21, this dude gets electrocuted every 7.4 weeks. dude…… like bro. like man.

HEY SO IT WASN’T FAVORABLE CONDITIONS APPARENTLY IT WAS FUCKING 30 TIMES FOR A RATE OF 1 ELECTROCUTION EVERY 5 WEEKS HAHAHAHAHAHA

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Murder🤝Be Racist

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As someone who ran track and cross country for 4 years in high school, this always fucking mystified me the most out of all the insane shit PE had us do.

Track and field club taught all new runners how to properly warm up, stretch, pace, etc. Its a process, and doing it properly takes 15-20 minutes to make sure your body is ready so you dont hurt yourself.

PE didnt do jack shit, they just said “go run a mile” so 70% of the fucking kids sprinted flat out the first lap and basically walked the other 3. Multiple people did it in boots or tennis shoes. I’m amazed more of them didnt pull a muscle or worse in the process.

I dont know what the purpose of PE was, but it sure as shit wasnt proper exercise. And I think a lot of people suffered for that. If they spent the time teaching us about the importance of physical health, proper nutrition, how to safely stretch/exercise, etc, we would all be better off now.

Let’s be real, PE exists to shame and torture the fat kids, and for pretty much no other reason.

*Insert that thing with all the people who dread gym*

this one?

the purpose of PE, as it currently exists in the American school system, is to prepare kids to join the military. that’s not some sort of moral-panic hyperbole. that’s…pretty explicitly the purpose.

most of the prominently nightmarish features of PE, such as running the mile or doing sit-ups, originate with the Presidential Fitness Test. This test, which president Eisenhower implemented in schools in 1956, was created after a different fitness test (the Kraus-Weber test) revealed that Americans were less fit than Europeans – specifically the Swiss.

The difference between the Kraus-Weber test and the Presidential Fitness test is that the Presidential Fitness test was specifically designed to test military fitness. While the Kraus-Weber test measured total fitness by testing things like core strength and flexibility, the Presidential Fitness test doesn’t really make much sense in the context of ordinary fitness – only in the context of military fitness. Do you remember being tested on how far you could throw a softball? That test mimicked throwing grenades. And it’s pretty easy to see why Eisenhower went this direction. In 1956, the Cold War was in full swing and WWII was barely in the rear-view mirror. There was a real possibility that we would be at war with parts of super-fit Europe in the near future. Eisenhower wanted the nation’s children ready to fight in that war.

The main issue with the Presidential Fitness test is that, as pointed out above, it really doesn’t teach kids how to stay fit or incorporate physical activity in their day-to-day lives. A soldier at war might need to run a mile with no warm-up, or perform a pull-up, but for the average middle-schooler? The tests were just kind of…pointless exercises in misery. You’re only really good at the Presidential Fitness Test if you’ve been practicing the specific exercises tested. And what 12 year old child is doing pull-ups for fun and pleasure? So instead of inspiring America’s children to train themselves into a super-fit army, it just humiliated kids who didn’t perform well.

There’s been a recent push for PE classes to focus more on life-long fitness (things like actually teaching kids to warm up, exposing them to different types of physical activity, etc). Unfortunately, the Presidential Fitness test has already done its damage. It continued to be used in schools until 2013. That’s 60 years of teaching kids to associate physical activity with shame and dread. The idea of military PE classes is pretty much baked into our cultural memory, giving us all a background dread of physical activity. and guess what, eisinhower?? that’s just going to make people less likely to be physically active!! Maybe if we’re trying to emulate the fitness of the SWISS, we shouldn’t have gone with MILITARY TRAINING FOR CHILDREN!!

anyways. take some comfort in the fact that nobody will ever judge you for your mile time again. and if they try, ask to see them run a mile. directly away from you.

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fucked up onion my belothed

So there’s a book that I read on project gutenberg once expecting it to be super fucked up but it was actually a very important historical work:

THE INFANT SYSTEM,

FOR

DEVELOPING THE INTELLECTUAL AND MORAL POWERS OF ALL CHILDREN,

FROM ONE TO SEVEN YEARS OF AGE

BY SAMUEL WILDERSPIN, INVENTOR OF THE SYSTEM OF INFANT TRAINING

You can read about the author over here on wikipedia

Mr. Wilderspin had a vision for holistic children’s education that was so far ahead of its time in some ways it still blows some modern ideas out of the fucking water.

He’s credited with the invention of the playground, one of the people to come up with the idea of “picture books”, and created many childrens toys including a proto version of that thing where you get to slide wooden beads along colourful wires and for that I owe him my life.

In his vision for schools, physical education was integrated into the entire day, through play. His schools that he ran had integrated indoor maypole swings, which were fun rewards to break up periods of intense concentration. They had integrated gardens in the play yards, and little museums with samples of different kinds of flora and fauna. His ideas for teaching geography included basically a tabletop game, and giant mats with scale to teach kids the practical difference in distances.

He also understood that a sudden education gap between children and their parents could lead to confusion, rejection, and anger from parents thinking that their child was making fun of them or being taught useless words for things they already know - risking them being pulled out of school - so he would go talk to parents and educate them as well.

One of the things he specifically warned against in this book was the separation of physical education into a specific block with arbitrary requirements, as he was a person who cared deeply about child welfare (in a very very very christian way but he was again: actively working on preventing abuse and reducing rates of child mortality and repeated child imprisonment), specifically BECAUSE it would traumatize children and make them hate exercise.

He focused on sensory play, in integrating running around into counting lessons and such. If I had gone to a school like the ones he designed, I would have been thrilled beyond measure. A lot of his ideas were eroded away over time, but I want to just share this very important note from him at the end of the book, after he’d written a prayer for the safety and wellbeing of children and for the spread of the system he’d come up with: “This prayer written more than thirty years ago. The reader will see a great portion of the prayer has been answered; the subject has been mooted in Parliament; the Government have mooted the question of Education; and even the sovereign has recommended attention to it in a speech from the throne. This feeling only wants a right direction given to it, and all will be well.”

Things can be different again. We’ve learned so much more about how people learn and grow over time since Mr. Wilderspin’s time in 1844.

So so many people all over the world are working on making things better for children still. I hope every baby being born gets to experience the fruits of those efforts, and the more of us push on a local level for improved conditions in accordance with current known best practices and update those regularly, the faster that will happen.

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