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Monday -the Wakefield Doctrine-

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

Finally! The end of such a long and trying year! That would have been the fourth worst… maybe the seventh, not counting 1979, of course.

What?

You’d rather we do our lexical limbering with a RePrint?

…ok, ok.

But, before we do that here’s a quick, totally-free, so-fricken-useful insight into the three, (clarks, scotts and rogers), personality types of the Wakefield Doctrine. So, the next person you encounter in a stable situation (i.e. not about to move into next-to-final-person in the line, nor just you make your move on the first date (alternate: initiate jump-start protocol on 3rd date), pose the following question, (prefacing with ‘This is not a trick or anything embarrassing, just the first answer that pops in your head):

“How much is 2 plus 2?”

You’re welcome.

Your friends at the most-fun, crazy useful perspective on the world and the people who make it us are happy to provide you with a tool to aid in the identification of the predominant worldviews, (that of the Outsider, the Predator or the Herd Member), and, depending on your own personality type, your own*.

 

* kind of a trick answer there… your predominant worldview will not only determine the utility of this little metaphysical bon mot, it will answer (for one of the three) the question, “I wonder if anyone else is as weird as…”

 

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TToT -the Wakefield Doctrine-

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

This is the 2,390th post offered in the tenure of the Wakefield Doctrine since being asked to be a co-host. (Who said that? Excellent idea. We shall post, as Grat Number 5 the first Doctrine TToT post.)

Shall we proceed?

1) Phyllis

2) Una

3) the Wakefield Doctrine

4) technology cum work-required photation: the Grat about this photo of an attic in one of my properties? Glad you asked! We did a ‘scary’ Six this week, hoping to produce the appropriate emotional response, i.e. scary house. It was actually a number of years ago, when I a had a number of old, vacant houses to inspect every week, that the concept of scary old house came up. We are brought up as children to have a respect, if not fear haunted houses. Mostly because, in theory, they might be home to ghosts and/or other inimical beings. So I would have fun (on these inspections with a ‘What if there’s a spirit or monster in this property?’ Alas, the innocence of childhood. The true horror to be encountered in a putative haunted house, for an adult (and, we include ourselfs, for the purpose of the narrative) is far worse than banshees and werewolves, it is so mundane. Approaching the stairs in the photo, hearing a sound and catching our toe on the insulation (white stuff)… that is the scary thing. To lie paralyzed at the bottom of the stairs in a vacant house, real horror.

This is a Grat on this week’s list because: a) we enjoyed writing about childhood and 2) We didn’t trip on the insulation

5) putative first post by the Doctrine to this here bloghop here. June 7 1913

6) Return of a wandering hostinae, Readers surely took note of Kristi’s return at the beginning of the week this week. Welcome Back. (New Readers: she is one of the original Hostinae chosen by Hallowed-be-The-Founderina’s-Name…) back in, the records are… imprecise, lets call it 1967 just to err on the side of caution.

7) the Six Sentence Story blohop.

8) the Unicorn Challenge  Picked’ ‘corn of the week:

9) something, something

10) Secret Rule 1.3

 

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Tuesday -the Wakefield Doctrine-

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

Lets get started.

The narrative of this post, while veering in theme, execution and style like a Dodge Coronet full of teenagers on a back country road during their first ‘the-parent’s-first-weekend-away… in other words, hurry-up lets see where that road leads.

The Wakefield Doctrine is an additional perspective on the world around us and the people who make it up. It proposes that there are three personality types:

  1. clarks who maintain the relationship exemplified by the psycho-social term: Outsider. Not introvert, not really shy… just cautious. You know, refuse definition and you can never fail.
  2. scotts the most natural of the three, think Predator. Without the connotations of confidence without reflection, aggressiveness minus accountability and sheer exuberance for life. (ok. may a little of those three)
  3. rogers the foundation of society, culture and human advancement courtesy of being a Member of the Herd. Without the majority of humans falling into this category and it’s innate drive to analyze, quantify and organize, our cars would be of a certain quality, (as Johnny Bond might describe) ‘The brakes are good, the tires fair” and our libraries’ checkout desk would be automated to the point of total anonymity .

Anyway. This is the core of the Wakefield Doctrine. Three personality types. …because there are three ways to relate to the world that we, as very young children discover as we develop our social style and strategies. We never lose the potential of ‘the other two’ they can have an influence.

The thing of the Doctrine is, if we grow up in a certain personal reality, (the aforementioned character-of-relationship), then we all have the best personality type! (You knew there was going to be at very least a ‘but’ and in this case, also an ellipses) …given the character of the world we experience.

Damn! Running out to time!

What we started out with was: Hey! I remember that book series (the All About Books)! That said, if you read even one more post on the three personality types and can’t identify which of the three (clarks, scotts and rogers) treasured the concept of this YA series, then… maybe we could interest you in a website such as: ‘www.Guns ‘n Dames’ or ‘http.Fly-Fishing for the Modern Man’

…wait. just.a. minute!

This: the Wakefield Doctrine is gender, age and culture neutral. The system applies to human beings, (and, sometimes, to dogs), but there is no distinction, qualifier, modification of the three types based on any further description.

The insights and advantages afforded one who learns the principles to a sufficient degree (what we refer to as ‘fluency’) are not mirror shaped clubs, with which to assault friends and loved ones, (‘Honey? Come take this test, they have you down to a ‘T’“)

The Wakefield Doctrine is for you, not them.

Well, that gives us plenty of loose ends and trailing narrative to jump-start the next six posts.

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Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine- Part 2 [a Café Six]

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 it has but one rule: make it Six Sentences, binyons

This being a Six Sentence Café & Bistro story, it is most likely there will be other writers contributing views, perspectives and parallel (as well as intersecting) storylines. For example, our host, Denise’s first Six is set in the Café later on the same New Year’s Eve.

Prompt word:

STYLE

The tall, thin man, holding open the inner door, allowed himself to be caught in the riptide of cigarette smoke, Viktor & Rolfe and good, old-fashioned pheromones as Rosetta Storm swept into the Six Sentence Café & Bistro.

He spotted, in the fairly crowded club, his fellow Proprietors in their usual places; the Gatekeeper stood outside at the top of the three stairs leading down from the sidewalk to the Café, Charon didn’t have nothin’ on him; Chris, who, at times aka’d the scene as Raconteuse, was at her table just beyond the small stage, bathed in the halo of colors streaming from the laptop that served as anchor while she jaunted through worlds both fictional and real; Tom, visible in the kitchen by way of the porthole windows of the swinging doors, a ghost with a cleaver, he could be heard speaking to someone out of sight, “Well, faith ‘n begorra, I know it’s not ye style, why don’cha tell her off now …me head’s chocka, life’s too short lass.”

Walking towards their table, the tall, thin man heard friendly greetings and well-wishes from new customers and regulars, yet was enchanted by the glittering cascade of sequins that claimed to be his young companion’s evening dress, giving truth to the fact that magic spells draw the majority of their power from the soul of the target rather than the mind of the sorcerer.

Rosetta stopped at a table occupied by two couples and stood, an ever-so-slight cantilever to her left hip; there was a dip in the temperature of the air to make an 18th Century ghost hunter wail in envy; with barely a nod to the hapless group, Rosetta tossed her Birken clutch onto the table as the hapless foursome gathered their personal property and sought the social balm of being indistinguishable among the crowd of celebrants surrounding them.

The tall, thin man stepped behind the young woman at the now empty table; her smile was deflected by his grin as he contimued to scan the bar for one or both the remaining Proprietors, Mimi and the Bartender.

As carnal ransom, (or profane obeisance), Rosetta pressed back against the Proprietor’s hands as he held her chair, exceedingly confident of herself as well as her couture, and recalled her dresser’s shy comment earlier in the evening, “If the eyes are the mirror to one’s soul, this dress is a reflection of the Underworld.”

 

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-the Wakefield Doctrine- ‘a short-little Xmas post’ [a bonus Café Six]

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

This is an early (by a day) Six Sentence Story.

Holiday post tomorrow am. Then this and perhaps another Six.

The tall, thin man sat behind the Office Supply Depot grey-metal desk, frothy Christmas music breaking against the office door, waves of cultural merriment relentless, but neutered.

The other Proprietors were in the public areas of the Six Sentence Café and Bistro, their voices, like tastefully-applied tinsel, effective as a group, yet each individually distinctive.

The voice of the Bartender moved lightly, easily determined if not constant location, in no small measure due to Tom‘s voice creating the slightest of reverb to her combination of hospitality and non-directive hostility

Chris‘s voice was a pool of quiet, rather evocative of her homeland, a life giving oasis in an otherwise predator-heavy environment; her laptop open on the small round table near the small stage, it’s display a wonder of multiple streams of stories, each independent yet linked in a way to include much more than a single narrative. Nearest the street-side door, now bedecked with a magic marker’d sign; Κλειστό για τα Χριστούγεννα Nick sat beneath a cumulus congestus bank of cigar smoke, smiling as Hūnga made his rounds, his species being the only true manifestation of the ubiquitous wandering figure of good will.

Mimi, sitting at the end of the long bar, turned her head ever-so-slightly towards the dark hallway and smiled, “Admission”.

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