A Conspiracy of Dunces?

I have now participated in three Decennial Census efforts as an enumerator. 2000 and 2010, and now 2020. I worked in each of them for a couple of reasons:

1. The Census is one of the very few things the “feddle gummint” does that have a clear, unequivocal constitutional mandate, and as much as I gripe about the feds exceeding their constitutional limits, I do appreciate any of the few opportunities I have to support legitimate exercises of federal power.
2. In the first two, I got paid (admittedly not much) to simply add a bit of “side business” to a hobby of mine: driving the back roads of America’s Third World County™. 2020? Notsomuch.

This time, the whole thing was so very screwed up from the very beginning that every new screwup simply made the whole thing a real drag. You know the old saying, “Once is happenstance; twiceis coincidence; three times is enemy action”? Yeh, that. *sigh* I thought at first, as the “training” began, “Oh, this is just incompetence.” But then as “training” continued and continued to worsen I started to wonder how the actual field work might go. I mean, after all, there were a few mapping problems in 2000 and 2010, but surely the GPS positioning and such like used by the mapping crews that supposedly worked in 2019 and who had their work checked in the update operation at the beginning of 2020 would make things better there? Right?

No. Mapping problems from 2000 that had been corrected for the 2010 Census were inexplicably re-introduced in 2020, and naturally even more were introduced, to the point that roughly half of the work was just saying, “THERE IS NO SUCH ADDRESS, NOTHING HAS EVER BEEN THERE. EVER!” or variations on that theme. And then new things like retail businesses that have been in existence for 30-40 years listed as housing units (NEVER have been, and were not so listed in previous censuses). Housing units listed with THREE DIFFERENT ADDRESSES, at least one of which was physically impossible. And more, much, much more.

And then there were things like specific instructions via updates to handheld devices (iPhones with software provided by an obvious low bidder) issued for all interviews, reporting, etc., instructions to do such and so that when followed led back to management wusses who had no clue whatsoever how to perform their part of the instructions.

Cases dropped when reported. Reporting devices (yes, I asked other enumerators) frequently “borked,” even losing a days’ worth of work. Obscurantist case reporting parameters within the software that worked. . . inconsistently. Re-re-re-re-interviews of cases already completed, reported, submitted, and accepted.

It goes on. And on. And on.

It is almost as though a conspiracy of dunces set out to sabotage the entire effort. Well, that and apparently blatant fraud, especially on the part of the mapping operations. (NO ONE could honestly have “mapped” some of the locations listed. Period.)

Ad so the Census asked a federal judge to extend the deadline for submitting data. And the (Chicago area?) federal judge acquiesced. Thankfully, the SCOTUS has said, “Fugetaboutit,” and shut the thing down. Could not have happened to a better bureaucrappic monster, IMO.

Self-Made Morons

#gagamaggot Every time I see someone blowing off about “Marshall Law” (and yes, it is almost always inappropriately capitalized) I just *smh* at such stupidity. Irritating to think that someone could be a putative adult in today’s America and be illiterate. (Yes, illiterate. Someone can string together a bunch of text w/o being really literate. OK, maybe just subliterate, but the sheer lack of comprehension of basic English that leads someone to type “Marshall Law” in place of “martial law” really does indicate a serious lack of literacy. And it’s not all the fault of schools. Monumental laziness is required to achieve that level of subliteracy.)

I Like Coffee. So What?

*shrugs* I’m not exactly a coffee purist. Oh, I like a nice strong cuppa joe all by its lonesome, but I also like the texture (the “mouth” as it were) that heavy cream adds, and sometimes, after seriously frothing up that cream in my coffee (with a wee battery-powered immersion blender), even a touch of vanilla, or a sprinkle of cinnamon, or a bit of ghost pepper along with a scant teaspoon of cocoa powder. But mostly, it’s the texture of added heavy cream that I like to add.

Coffee “creamer”? Oh, please. That stuff–all brands, powder and liquid–is just ghastly. *sipping through the froth of my third mug (two of them nicely “creamed”)* Ah! Already looking forward to another cup as reward for progress on chores selected for today (this mug’s a bit of reward for progress already made).

Petty Gripes

Trimmed my beard to be what is now called a “circle beard” (a term unknown to this 50-year beard wearer until recently) to better accommodate proper fitment of a respirator*. #gagamaggot Means shaving daily, a task I abhor.

Oh, well. At least what remains of my beard easily accommodates my “scary mask,” now. *heh* (That’s the name given to one of my respirator frames by my Wonder Woman.)

(Yes, the pic was converted to grayscale and deliberately blurred. So? *heh*)

Not Bad; Could Be Better

Resting pulse ~50-55bpm. One hour of machete, weed-whacking, etc., in 95°F heat, coupled with raking, tossing limbs and brush:

148bpm. Target:

Age

Target HR Zone according to the American Heart Association:

70 years Average: 75-128 bpm Maximum Heart Rate (nominal 100%) 150 bpm

Recovery? *meh* After 10 minutes, 118bpm. After 15 minutes, 93bpm. Could be better on recovery. (Note: my lil oximeter measures a slightly different bpm for pulse, but 96-98 on blood oxygenation, so that’s good news.)

A wee tad too pooped right now to continue working outside, so let’s just see how long it takes to settle back down to my (now “new normal” *heh*) resting heart rate.

Holes and Gaps, Lacks and Losses. . .

Have a new fun lil “fitness-n-health” tracker (to replace one that no longer holds a charge well). Missing some features (notably a BP monitor), but has others the old one did not, like sleep monitoring, but. . . methinks the sleep monitoring is flawed, because it recorded three hours’ “sleep” last night while I was awake, doing chores, etc. I think it checks bpm on pulse, ad if one is relaxed enough, it just counts that as sleep, cos my pulse last night averaged 52bpm. (It’s all the way up to 56bpm, right now, with blood oxygenation @~95, according to my handy-dandy lil oximeter.)

It’d be nice if the old one weren’t sealed so well, and I could replace the battery, so I could have BP monitoring, but this new one is nice enough, and the phone app for the new one is MUCH better than the app for the old one. *shrugs*

Circumventing the Constitution is Child’s Play

Example: Article 1 Sections 9/10 include the statements, “No title of nobility shall be granted by the United States. . . ” and “No state shall. . . grant any title of nobility.”

Of course, there is an easy *wink-wink-nudge-nudge* workaround for this. The privileges, exemptions, and immunities associated with “titles of nobility” are all granted certain classes of persons now, while avoiding actual titles associated with “nobility” and substituting other titles, such as Congressman, police officer, prosecutor, judge, drivers license clerks, etc., etc., ad nauseum. See? no “titles of nobility” granted, just all the powers and privileges thereof.

Because, as we all know, some animals are more equal than others.

#gagamaggot