Project 313 – Post No. 098

One of the many things that damage my calm is the “dit it too” response. It’s often coupled with “didn’t complain when”. 

The reason it damages my calm is that it’s infinitely stupid as a defense of anything; it’s either an admission of guilt or an admission of lying. In either case, it’s an admission of always supporting your own regardless of the circumstances.

Meaning, each group sees a particular behavior as wrong only when “the other guys” are doing it. It’s akin to parents complaining about other kid’s behaviors while justifying their kids doing the same thing. So, it’s not that they can’t recognize bad behavior; it’s that they will never admit their spawn is something less than perfect. Or, that they did a bad job raising the piece of their DNA they set loose on the world. Or, that they can’t control said offspring. 

That’s the charitable interpretation . . . the less-than-charitable interpretation is that neither they or their offspring are capable of recognizing bad behavior; meaning, they don’t see anything wrong because they themselves would do the same thing and — given the chance — will gladly do the same thing in the future. 

The only reason anyone complains is that they wish they were the ones behaving badly.

That’s how I see the current state of society and by extension, the political arena and the two parties in particular. 

It taints my world gray . . .

And now, the photo:

Project 313 098

See what I mean? That used to have lots of colors. 

Of course, it’s also possible we’ve gone down this road in increments and thus don’t recognize how far we’ve traveled. Perhaps it seems “normal” to so many that even mentioning something is wrong brings on incredulous responses.

Especially in the political arena — but spreading into the social arena — I look for any signs of any given group policing themselves. 

It used to be people took care of cleaning up their own yard before complaining about their neighbor’s yards. Groups used to police their own behavior as a matter of pride and of principle. 

Now, everyone is looking for the worst behavior they can point to as an excuse for doing the same thing. I’m looking for any sign that people are getting fed up, but so far all I see are people doubling down.

Here’s A Two-Dimensional Representation of “I Looked Everywhere But Couldn’t Find It”.

A Two-Dimensional Representation of “I Looked Everywhere But Couldn’t Find It”

And . . . that’s it

Some of these posts will likely be longer as the mood hits me, but most will be thus; short, uninteresting, bland, and relentless.

You can read about Project 313 HERE.

That’s it. This post has ended . . . except for the stuff below.


Note: if you are not reading this blog post at, know that it has been copied without permission, and likely is being used by someone with nefarious intention, like attracting you to a malware-infested website.  Could be they also torture small mammals.


If you’re new to this blog, it might be a good idea to read the FAQ page. If you’re considering subscribing to this blog, it’s definitively a good idea to read both the About page and the FAQ page.

About disperser

Odd guy with odd views living an odd life during odd times.
This entry was posted in Project 313 and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

3 Responses to Project 313 – Post No. 098

  1. I get it. Yes, gray.

    PHOTO: I like the otherworldy-creature-ness!

    CARTOON: I like how Mr. Martin makes important points, coveys important messages and truths, with humor.
    What you said is so true. So many adults acting like 5 year olds. I’m tired of all the complaining, finger pointing, yammering of things like, “They started it/they did it first”, etc. Especially when nothing is getting done or improving.

    DOODLE: That’s a lot of places to look! Sometimes when I look everywhere and can’t find it it’s either in my pocket or exactly where I left it. ;-)

    HUGS!!! :-)


    • disperser says:

      Thanks, Carolyn . . . Yeah, we’re not making much progress. As for finding stuff . . .

      . . . it’s an old Steven Wright joke but here goes . . .

      Whenever I lose anything, I always find it in the last place I look.

      Liked by 1 person

  2. Litter and graffiti spring to mind.

    Liked by 1 person

Voice your opinion

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.