Basic Needs James Bauhaus

One of our most basic needs is for validation; to be appreciated and honored. This is why civilians sometimes by to pass themselves off as military veterans, and why some rich business folks like to put out stories about themselves claiming to have been poor before having become very wealthy. Whenever people are feeling less than their full potential, there are liable to be validation issues. This "belonging" desire is particularly strong in captives. The more we are reviled, the more intense is our desire to be recognized for good deeds or associations, real or imagined. One of my own, personal, basic needs is to see people reach some sort of utility about themselves. I’m an instructor and I've spent my entire life learning. When I see people waste their potential on nonsense, it hurts me. E. g. I know a guy who has been in prison fully half his life, for virtually nothing. He likes to sneak around at night and steal stuff. His vice is thoroughly unprofitable, yet he simply can not resist. When he gets to prison, he trades this vice for others, like watching football, cartoons, and soap operas. Occasionally he gets up for coffee and scrounges a cigarette now and then, and listens to music. Like most captives, he's got somewhat of a fetish about cleaning the floor, sink and toilet. And that is it; Caucasian, educated more than most, and fairly knowledgeable, yet will not read or write, only watch a ball, hear a song and share the most trivial and inconsequential conversations with his dopy pals. On his grave, which will not have a headstone, should be a sign that boasts his one, true accomplishment in life: "Eric von Toth: On their way to making their own contributions, few had to trip over him. Eric pretty much kept out from under foot. He usually did not intentionally block progress, and he wasn't much of a burden for our social system to carry. In fact, he employed many guards, bureaucrats, administrators, and their children. Rest in peace."

This scenario depicts most of the human races; coast on out of a short life while pleasuring yourself, and maybe toss out a kid or two along the way, subliminally hoping that they accomplish something in lieu of your wasted life.

This is not good enough for me. I have got to leave this planet a better place than I found it.

One simple way to do this is to let the prisoner population in on a little secret everyone knows except them, and which is a primary way that the discerning exclude them from the better parts of society. Though society is degenerating in the U.S. due to wide open borders and shut-down schools, it is not degenerating so quickly that Ghetto culture pervades much of society. There still are subtle mannerisms that brand people as hicks, hillbillies, idiots, uncouth and not the type of people you'd want to be seen with among your friends. You label yourself as one of these uncouth people and an embarrassment to your betters when you are seen holding your spoon by wrapping your fist around the handle. This is like feeding yourself with a garden shovel. This is how an infant first learns how to use a utensil in lieu of his hands. Using an eating utensil with your fist wrapped around it tells people things about you that you never considered. It tells us that you've learned nothing about the more effective way of holding an eating utensil and feeding yourself since you left the high chair. It tells us that your parents failed to teach you this, or did not know themselves. It tells us that you've never been anywhere that polite society eats, or that, if you have, you failed to notice this better technique and copy it, as even simple apes have been known to do.

Being low-born doesn't mean we have to exhibit it throughout our lives, in ignorance of what it was doing to us. If you had a hideous harelip, you'd grow a mustache over it, wouldn't you? Eating like a heathen or a troglodyte is just as hideous to some as a naked harelip. Next time your slave masters bring a bunch of cadets or school children to gape and gasp in their zoo, note their reaction to all the elbow fights in the chow hall. They are appalled at all the rapid-fire slopping and gumming that occurs when virtually no one has the slightest idea how to eat or cares.

A correctly held eating utensil lets the elbows come down and rest at one's sides. Most of them are specifically designed to be held correctly, with two inward-curving slots for the fingers as the handle splays to its end. The grip is simple: the handle, one inch or so from the very end, lies on the side of the end of the 2nd finger while the thumb and forefinger close over the top. Feel the balance; the way this grip easily shifts to provide all 3-dimensional motions required, even for cutting with a fork. Don't have to jut your elbows out; don't have to break your wrist; just shift the handle slightly, efficiently, and with a minimum of effort, using just 3 fingers.

It's going to feel weird at first, and clumsy, but this is what it takes to overcome a toddler-to-adult span of garden-shovel type eating. You warped your wrist to make it think it's natural to bend that way, and you've become blind to the fact that your elbow shouldn't be flying up, down and sideways just so you hand can each your mouth. You can either eat like a man, or be judged an animal. As much as convicts and minorities crave respect -it's their primary concern

 Most of the time in novel situations and the reason they form gangs-you'd think they'd notice this excellent way to earn respect. But then, most inmates seem to think that you obtain respect by simply throwing a tantrum for it. This is how you get people to avoid you. Avoidance may seem like respect, at first, but over time, it gets plainer that you've only managed to isolate yourself to a very small group of apes who can rarely see the larger society that exists just across the hall from your cave.

Respect is a great basic need. Everybody would like to live in a nice respect-filled world. Within such a world, even though the cops made you sit cheek to jowl and facing another line of jammed-together inmates, we could still act like men, without spraying food out of our mouths onto another's tray. We could walk around with our families and not hear a bunch of epithets and sex or restroom 'humor'. We wouldn't have to be officiated to look at hideously deformed bodies of people trying desperately to obtain respect by scribbling ugliness on their skins to hide beneath. Vandalism is a poor, street-schooled jerk trying to get respect. In a society where respect was taught we would see many fewer of these infantile eyesores on every surface, like dog's urine. People freed from their endless quest for respect would have more time to learn something to be respected for.

The basic need for respect is amazingly intense among captives, probably because inmates' most popular pastime is disrespecting each other. Especially among minorities their game of seeing how much they can disrespect a target is a means of finding victims weak enough to exploit. If they detect enough weakness they will I sneak into your cage and steal from you, sometimes paying a token amount of the loot to the shit you are forced to exist with inside the cage. They generally have no real respect for anyone who won't stab or kill them, or at least bash their heads in with some type of bludgeon. This is why so many of them have their teeth bashed in, ugly welts and puckers, smashed noses and hideously scobbed heads and faces. These are instances where they miscalculate. They mistook politeness or forgiveness for weakness, and let their avarice outstrip their basic needs for safety and good will from their fellow man.