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Non-necessary technology:  not sure if this still exists, i think it does, but there used to be a dimmer switch for dashboard lights.  Only found that out coz i unwittingly brushed the brightness dial with my knee - hidden as it was under the dash.   At first, & at second, then for a long time i thought it was an electrical fault that my dash had suddenly dimmed to a barely readable level.  It was on the list for the mechanic to check out next time the car was in for a service. 

But then i was preparing to pick up a hot date, meaning you're going the full car-clean -  (up there with  mix-tape) -  down on my knees, vacuuming the carpet up all nice when, bugger-me-dead, i spied this dial for the dashboard lights.

Turned it back to 10 - problem solved. 

Thank fuck i found it before i made an idiot of myself in front of the mechanic ...

Why would you ever want to have a dial for dashboard brightness in the first place?  You're driving at night - 10 times more dangerous than daytime - yeah, right let's dial down control visuals to 4... for what ...?   It's not safety, we can safely say that ... mood ...? 

 Meatloaf's Paradise by the Dashboard Lights was moody - i'm betting in that scenario, the interior lights were out for sure, but the dashboard lights were still at full brightness.  No need for a dimmer switch. even then ...

According to this control dial, cunningly hidden away under the normal control panel, you could dim the brightness all the way down to zero, if that's your bent - driving blind.   Otherwise, why would you have it? 

That's one example, there are others, it's creeping meaninglessness - symptomatic of system-fog gas-lighting - first-thing-you-know-about-it, you're in-the-muddle-of-it ... 

Ron Mad-dog Cottinger’s advice on dealing with a bully from 1982, Kensington, Melb:

Golden rule: Be aware that a fight is potentially going to happen. Get ready. Quietly get yourself into a side-on position like this, legs spread about a metre apart, weight on you back foot. What are you left or right-handed - right, right?

Yep

So put your left hand up in an open palm conciliatory gesture - he's talking shit, you're saying 'ok, mate, let's dial it down, calm down mate, whatever' - meanwhile you’re right is loaded and cocked behind you. Don't wait all day, let him get within range then release that force off you back leg like this - like it's spring-loaded - bring your right fist through nice n straight to the solar plexus - do it, let me see - yeah that’s right - left arm up palm open - get it in his eye-sight - then right fist bang - again - good - use that power from the back foot like a cannon shot - good, follow all the way through transferring your weight forward with the punch - all the way through - you gotta commit everything to that punch - again, one more time, good - straight to the solar plexus

But i feel like i wanna hit him in the head

I know, that's normal, but it may not be enough to drop him. You hit him hard in the solar plexus, doesn't matter how big they are, they're gonna double over - then just pile in, you can hit him in the head as many times as you like ...

A traumatic event is an explosion of bad adrenaline - gives a slow-mo effect - as the magnitude infuses its mental shockwaves through your bio-system - you sense that seismic impact rippling out through you into your future - well not your future - that's the thing - a derailed future - but unlike a train which rages through whatever when it leaves the tracks, but eventually comes to a halt - the trauma derailment careers on ...

Poem idea: panning for gold at Diggers' Hill

Aus disaster response: tremendously well geared up telling you what a tremendous job their doing - prime time ads - whole dept geared