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Monday -the Wakefield Doctrine-

February 10, 2025 By clarkscottroger 4 Comments

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RePrint to give the Monday-fingers an easy warm-up stretch?

the funny thing, clarks who encounter the Wakefield Doctrine, if not immediately ‘recognizing’ another Outsider’s effort to organize an understanding of the world ‘out there’, will be comfortable with the concepts underlying our little personality theory.

…nope, nothin’ yet?

Well, sure we could do a few of the more fun, provocative pronouncements from the early days.

‘the Wakefield Doctrine is for you, not them’

fine.

we’ll deal with that. So, what about this statement puzzles you, scott? roger?*

”if you’ve come back here more than twice then you’re a clark or you’re a scott with a significant secondary clarklike aspect, (and a friend who actually is a clark) and thought, seeing how you’re laid up for a while, (no, nothing too serious, just restricting your free-range energy temporarily) or, you’re a roger with a secondary clarklike aspect and are feeling like everyone has stated to take you for granted and if there’s one thing a roger will not countenance it is not being appreciated, valued or affirmed to being one who presents the way to live that is correct and worthwhile.

ya know?

clarks (out there)? do you concur?

… quick Doctrine predominant worldview description check: ‘in the morning, before the day has flipped all the switches, do you tend to think in terms of dealing with ‘the world out there?’

St Valentine was he a roger or was he a clark, the Wakefield Doctrine deals with the important questions of the day

February 14, 2012

Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine ( the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers )( psst! yeah, you! anyone looking? I’m supposed to be working on the Wakefield Doctrine book… I promised that I would stop with the nearly every day Posts so that I could apply what little energy I have to putting content down on paper. Long story, that’s not important now… what is important is today is Valentine’s Day! And there is not a single person out there who writes a blog that can resist the obvious appeal of such a… a contrived, culturally supported, private interest initiated “holiday” as Valentine’s Day. So a quick, totally self-indulgent Post and then back to work… if Ms. AKH or Molly asks… tell them you haven’t seen me….)

St Valentines is the worst, most contrived and cynical, gyno-centric guy-bait(ing), toy-with-the-emotions-of-innocent-bystanders, holiday on the whole damn calendar. Of course we are all familiar with the origin of the holiday and the internet is positively turgid with countless blogs, and stories and articles that tell us all about Hallmark and the candy industry and the rest of the sordid tale of this day in February. I will not try to compete with these other more skilled and capable Commentators ( and -torinis), as I do not have the time or the ‘writing chops’ to do such a ripe topic justice. Instead, let me tell you about my most lasting memory of Valentines Day.

Third grade, parochial school (St. Imelda*) and a classroom of 25 students. The boys were required to wear blue shirts and blue ties with OLM printed on the front, fortunately ‘clip-on ties’ had been invented by this time, so easy-peasy; the girls wore the catholic school uniform, i.e. plaid skirts white shirt, socks. damn, little did I realize at that pre-pubescent time of my life how potent that little Roman Catholic Church fashion dictates would become for me and countless other men at a later stage of life. (In fact, I am feeling the tug on the cynical side of my writing-self, there is something about the whole, church-sexual-abuse-dress-the-children in outfits destined to become so hawt… lol sorry, again I lack the time or the writing skill to do justice to a topic like this… back to the story.)
So with much fanfare, Valentine’s Day arrives and we 9 year old boys and girls are told that in the afternoon, before the end of the school day, we would have time to deliver our Valentine cards to each other. ( The day before we spent ‘Art Period’ making little baskets out of construction paper and taping them to the front of our desks. These would serve as ‘mailboxes’ for the cards we would receive the next day).
The thing was, the horrible twist to this introduction to the world of love, relationships and rejection was that, the time when class stopped and we were allowed to get up and deliver our little cards was not the end of the school day! It was right after lunch… and it lasted 15 or 20 minutes…as in ‘ now return to your desks and we will continue with the afternoon’ classes’. To sit for 90 minutes staring at the contents of the container on the front of my desk… I will leave it to the Reader to decide the emotional landscape of that afternoon on a February 14th.

Anyone out there not comfortable with finishing the story, or satisfied with their conclusion of this little tale, write us a Comment! Regular Readers know that the rogers gave the biggest cards, the scotts received the most cards and the clarks delivered the most cards….secretly without the recipient ever knowing who the really fun card came from…

Now I better get back to work, before I get in trouble.

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Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine- [an Ian Devereaux Six] ‘still at the IHOP, back in 1970’

February 8, 2025 By clarkscottroger 10 Comments

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This is the Wakefield Doctrine’s contribution to the Six Sentence Story bloghop.

Hosted by Denise and defined by a single number: 6 (the exact number of sentences in qualified stories)

Previously on ‘an Ian Devereaux Six‘

Prompt Word:

RANK

‘Think, Devereaux’, my habitual self-admonition ranked right up there with, “Of course, just being friends would be great” in the category, ‘Change one thing about myself?’

“Alright, one hint and we move on,” the guy who’d started out pretty impressive, not gonna use the ‘intimidating’ word, but given my present circumstance, was looking like someone I’d better pay attention to, leaned over his maple syrup-drenched Cinn-A-Stack, “This is not a poorly-written sci-fi novel info dump where you retell the whole story because the Reader can’t remember that far back in the plot.”

His lip betrayed the friendly tone; the hint of a curl, of the low-life wife beater, proclaiming justification for his growing anger, “But, now that I think of tropes from this era,” he turned enough to linger on our waitress returning to the kitchen, “I could arrange for the wavy-wavy line transition, but given the risk of permanent brain damage, you might want to accept a simple, “Shut the hell up and I’ll tell you, ‘what the fuck is going on’.”

“I am part of an ancient organization charged with keeping mankind from destroying itself and rendering the world uninhabitable. You’ve come into contact with us before, when you helped your friend Dr. Leanne Thunberg search Europe for the cause of her husband’s death; your present client, a Mr. Lou Caesare, has you maintaining surveillance on a young woman by the name of Rosetta Storme, we need to know everything you know.”

Smiling with obvious enjoyment at the pile of pancakes and too-well-done bacon on his plate, he looked me in the eye, “If this was one of your culture’s even older memes, I’d be twisting the ends of a comically-long mustache and saying, “Or else.”

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TToT -the Wakefield Doctrine-

February 7, 2025 By clarkscottroger 8 Comments

Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)

This is the Doctrine’s contribution to the Ten Things of Thankful (TToT) bloghop.

1) Phyllis

2) Una

3) the Wakefield Doctrine

4) the Unicorn Challenge bloghop. ‘Fire and Rain‘ by ceayr

5) the Six Sentence Story bloghop. ‘Ah Paris‘ by Chris

6) new writers (new to the TToT, not necessarily new to Blogville) hey! Artmater and Sognafaret*. (to paraphrase absent friends, New ‘oT list writers are the lifeblood of this here bloghop here)

7) Wednesday of this week, remembering to turn off the date/time stamp before driving the 40 minutes home from my property where, rather than weekly inspection photos (needing aforementioned time stamp) I was taking marketing photos. I only took 13 photos when I thought…. “Wait a minute! Is the date/time stamp still on?” (once in my distant past, things in the business were much more active…. and I went through an entire afternoon of inspections (25 houses worth) and got back to the office and, sitting at my desk, a well-deserved rest and… yes ma’am not a single date stamp on the entire 200 photos. ;p to paraphrase Mr. Diddly “You should’ve seen just what I heard”

8) Non-Winter draws increasingly near. (shh!)

9) something, something

10) Secret Rule 1.3

music vids

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Friday-maybe-Friday -the Wakefield Doctrine-

February 7, 2025 By clarkscottroger 7 Comments

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Below is the Doctrine’s contribution to ‘the Unicorn Challenge‘.

An image-prompt bloghop, hosted by jenne and ceayr it has but one rule: not a single phoneme more than two-hunnert-fity.

Whaddaya gonna do?

I’m gettin’ up soon in the mornin’I believe I’ll dust my broom.

The floor was a clean as any third-floor walk-up ever needs to be. The kitchen cabinets were empty and the shower curtain was down. The ache crescendoed for the millionth time. Small comfort that it’s jagged-edge had worn smooth, welcome relief to whatever nerves that ran from behind the eyes, down through the nose on its way to the body’s ‘normal breathing’ center.

<Hey! This is not really happening. This is a memory, a fiction, a bit of unprocessed emotion. Stop!>

The weather was inconsequential, the Season of year, a frivolous affection. The emptiness of the apartment was a kingdom that, like an adult fairy tale, refused to relinquish the hero from the Quest and, as with the worst of nightmares, denied the healing light of a new morning.

I’m gonna write a letter, telephone every town I know

As true friends, everyone who had my best interests at heart had long since left. There is no company in a man who refuses to accept a world that, denied one person, offers the only true healing.

<Sure, the ultimate solipsism. A lifetime writing the same life-script. No one would do that. Condemn themselves to such a life, right? Right?!>

I believe, I believe my time ain’t longI ain’t gonna leave my babyAnd break up my happy home

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Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine-

February 6, 2025 By clarkscottroger 7 Comments

Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)

This is the Wakefield Doctrine’s contribution to the Six Sentence Story bloghop.

Hosted by Denise and defined by a single number: 6 (the exact number of sentences in qualified stories)

Hey, who said, “We love the serial story, but it’s been a while since you’ve gone to the weird side. Hit us up!” Aiight! Just a hint? cueing up one of those word reverser apps isn’t really cheating.

Prompt Word:

RANK

“Are you sure?”

seY, 001% niatrec!

“Man, this is messed-up,” Trying not to look at the mirror, the previous night played back until right after the fortune-teller booth; the other guys were ranking on how hokey it all was, but my date, Amber, didn’t think it was so funny, but the last thing I remembered was saying to her, ‘Hey, it’s a guy thing, just some good-natured fun,” but, of course, not only didn’t understand, she started crying.

lleT em gnihtemos I nod’t wonk!

“Try to stay calm, that ole sorcière, I gave her fifty dollars and she said, if we… I whatever, just hold the amulet against a mirror and touch our foreheads, the spell will be reversed and we go back to the way we should be, but better, can’t say I liked the way she was smiling,” feeling my way closer to the mirror, the brush of hair against my hand made me want to throw-up, and for some reason, my eyes began to sting, I held the fifty-cent charm on the glass and, still refusing to look, leaned into my reflection.

noD’t yrc, tiaw, on, og daeha uoy’er doog, I’ll ekat erac fo uoy, ebab.