I downloaded this book to my Nook, and read it in 2 days--all 199 pages of it. I saw a fair number of people both in my life currently, and in my past--which frightened me, quite a bit.
There has been something in my life, my very personality, that draws these people to me, and that frightens me even more.
And the "condition" of sociopathy is, at least to me, far more prevalent than the 4% of the population that the book seems to indicate--the idea that the percentage is growing is also frightening.
We all need to watch out for these "charmers" who lie in wait, because they are not always "killers" or "theives", and they do not look like the strangers that our parent's warn us about when we're kids. Many of them come wrapped up in very pretty packages, and if you could apply the phrase "If it seems too good to be true, it probably is" to a person, TAKE HEED and LISTEN TO YOUR GUT! It's probably telling you that there truly is something wrong with that person, but you won't be able to lay your finger on it until they have left your life in shambles, if not outright murdered you. Those who escape the clutches of the sociopath breathe HEAVY sighs of relief when they are gone.
As I said, there are enough of these people in the world now, preying on the "helpers" and "fixers" (which many women are prone to) that I believe the percentage to be FAR HIGHER than the book indicates.
Also watch for the ones who blame their circumstance on everyone but themselves, and look at you as if to say "poor me". BEWARE the one you feel "sorry for", when in fact, if they just got up off their collective and DID something, they could far better their own lives. BEWARE the empty eyes and soul-lessness, the risky business dealings, with life and limb--FOR GOLLY'S SAKE! OPEN YOUR EYES AND SEE THEM FOR WHAT THEY ARE.
God help us all should one make it to the White House...READ THIS BOOK. It is a valuable piece of information that will literally take the blinders off and allow you to point them out WHEREVER you might be. In fact, I plan to read it again in a month or so, once I shake this feeling that I narrowly escaped something years back, when I was too young to figure it out--and all I had was my intuition. The book is a MUST READ for anyone considering marriage during the pre-marriage therapy. Trust me, it can't hurt, and might save your life.
Friday, July 8, 2011
Thursday, July 7, 2011
How Long Ago?
Well, I was in high school when it happened. I have never forgotten it. I wish that I could get to the high school reunion so that I could relate the information to the person I did it for, but I have no idea...well, let's just start at the beginning.
It was 9th grade French class, taught by a teacher who was feared by everyone (even me, but to a lesser degree), and respected but only out of fear, not because he was a "good guy". He wasn't a good guy. He was verbally abusive and probably beat his wife as well, but we won't go into that, because I can't make those types of statements.
The setting is a sports assembly/pep rally, and everyone was in the gym preparing to cheer on the football team. When the French teacher/coach came to the microphone to say a few words, there were "boos" coming from the 9th grade section of the gymnasium. This is not something you did to this coach, and he was ticked off about it.
When we returned to French class, people were still milling about in the hallway, and the teacher came into the class and asked us who was booing him. One student said he thought he saw some guys in ties--and that was all it took.
The teacher stepped into the hallway and snagged the first student that was on the 9th grade football team, and asked him about the booing--to which he flatly denied--I mean, what the heck is he going to do? Tell the truth with the prospect of being tossed from the team???? Yeah, right.
So when this teacher returned to the classroom, he sat in his chair and started in on this 15 year old boy. This lasted for the entire rest of the class hour. By the end of class the young man was entirely humiliated in front of the entire class and crying. It was a horrible scene, and I determined that this teacher was not a person I could either trust or respect. I also determined that he would never have the chance to berate me or treat me that way.
The day came, however, when all of us were diligently cramming for the expected pop-quiz. He went around the room, one by one, and asked each of us if it was important to study.
Now, I will admit, I'm probably not the sharpest knife in the drawer, but I was pulling an A in this class without even trying, and I hoped that he would pass over my head, but he did finally come to my station, and ask me the same question. I didn't know at the time that he was REALLY saying "It's not necessary to study today because I'm not going to give a pop-quiz, I just want to jabber about how great I am." Instead he's asking for my opinion, and so I gave it to him.
"Yes, if you want to get good grades, get into college, get a good job and have a family, you have to study and do well in school." I kept on studying. He repeated the question to me, and I was starting to feel singled out, and as I said, the incident with the other boy in class fresh in my mind, I was NOT giving this person an inch of my attention!
"Of course, it's important to study!"
Then he made a mistake.
"Where did you get your mouth?"
And I answered "I got it from my FATHER, and you need to leave me alone!"
And he answered "Well, maybe you'd like to go to the library and count carpet squares?"
"If that's what it takes."
So I went to the library. I was thankful that I didn't have much more than what I got. But after this, the teacher told the school superintendent, who called my mother, and then I was called into the office.
My mother, bless her soul, knew about the teacher, how I felt about him, what he'd done to the other kid, and told the teacher and the superintendent "She just doesn't like you." Why she didn't tell the superintendent what had been done in the classroom weeks before, I will never know.
So I was called into the superintendent's office, and asked why I behaved that way in the classroom. There was no way that I could speak. I'd NEVER been in the superintendent's office for ANY sort of infraction--save perhaps for grade school when I was telling secrets to my friends on the wrong side of school, but that's not what this story is about. I was simply NOT the type of kid to make waves.
The teacher asked me why I didn't respect him. So I looked at him, incredulity in my eyes, and I said
"Because with me, you have to earn respect, and you don't have my respect, and you never will."
And then I left the office, crying, emotional, and finished.
But all these years later, I still feel that what I did from that point on, and what I said at that point, was my only way to stand up for that guy in school (who, by the way, I had a huge crush on). But it has always been my way--to stick up for the people who are picked on (since I was one of those for YEARS), and not to let people like that teacher have a chance to humiliate me in front of class.
Later in life, I found out that he was now superintendent. I cried when that happened. I thought that the asshat's of the world got ahead in life, and that people like me would forever be relegated to the lower rungs of the ladder forever.
Well, I have news for you, Mr. French teacher. One day, you will pay for what you did to my friend, and you will do well to heed my warning. I will be the FIRST to come to Jesus and tell him what sort of "man" you were, and then you will pay.
Just like the person who killed Caylee will pay.
It was 9th grade French class, taught by a teacher who was feared by everyone (even me, but to a lesser degree), and respected but only out of fear, not because he was a "good guy". He wasn't a good guy. He was verbally abusive and probably beat his wife as well, but we won't go into that, because I can't make those types of statements.
The setting is a sports assembly/pep rally, and everyone was in the gym preparing to cheer on the football team. When the French teacher/coach came to the microphone to say a few words, there were "boos" coming from the 9th grade section of the gymnasium. This is not something you did to this coach, and he was ticked off about it.
When we returned to French class, people were still milling about in the hallway, and the teacher came into the class and asked us who was booing him. One student said he thought he saw some guys in ties--and that was all it took.
The teacher stepped into the hallway and snagged the first student that was on the 9th grade football team, and asked him about the booing--to which he flatly denied--I mean, what the heck is he going to do? Tell the truth with the prospect of being tossed from the team???? Yeah, right.
So when this teacher returned to the classroom, he sat in his chair and started in on this 15 year old boy. This lasted for the entire rest of the class hour. By the end of class the young man was entirely humiliated in front of the entire class and crying. It was a horrible scene, and I determined that this teacher was not a person I could either trust or respect. I also determined that he would never have the chance to berate me or treat me that way.
The day came, however, when all of us were diligently cramming for the expected pop-quiz. He went around the room, one by one, and asked each of us if it was important to study.
Now, I will admit, I'm probably not the sharpest knife in the drawer, but I was pulling an A in this class without even trying, and I hoped that he would pass over my head, but he did finally come to my station, and ask me the same question. I didn't know at the time that he was REALLY saying "It's not necessary to study today because I'm not going to give a pop-quiz, I just want to jabber about how great I am." Instead he's asking for my opinion, and so I gave it to him.
"Yes, if you want to get good grades, get into college, get a good job and have a family, you have to study and do well in school." I kept on studying. He repeated the question to me, and I was starting to feel singled out, and as I said, the incident with the other boy in class fresh in my mind, I was NOT giving this person an inch of my attention!
"Of course, it's important to study!"
Then he made a mistake.
"Where did you get your mouth?"
And I answered "I got it from my FATHER, and you need to leave me alone!"
And he answered "Well, maybe you'd like to go to the library and count carpet squares?"
"If that's what it takes."
So I went to the library. I was thankful that I didn't have much more than what I got. But after this, the teacher told the school superintendent, who called my mother, and then I was called into the office.
My mother, bless her soul, knew about the teacher, how I felt about him, what he'd done to the other kid, and told the teacher and the superintendent "She just doesn't like you." Why she didn't tell the superintendent what had been done in the classroom weeks before, I will never know.
So I was called into the superintendent's office, and asked why I behaved that way in the classroom. There was no way that I could speak. I'd NEVER been in the superintendent's office for ANY sort of infraction--save perhaps for grade school when I was telling secrets to my friends on the wrong side of school, but that's not what this story is about. I was simply NOT the type of kid to make waves.
The teacher asked me why I didn't respect him. So I looked at him, incredulity in my eyes, and I said
"Because with me, you have to earn respect, and you don't have my respect, and you never will."
And then I left the office, crying, emotional, and finished.
But all these years later, I still feel that what I did from that point on, and what I said at that point, was my only way to stand up for that guy in school (who, by the way, I had a huge crush on). But it has always been my way--to stick up for the people who are picked on (since I was one of those for YEARS), and not to let people like that teacher have a chance to humiliate me in front of class.
Later in life, I found out that he was now superintendent. I cried when that happened. I thought that the asshat's of the world got ahead in life, and that people like me would forever be relegated to the lower rungs of the ladder forever.
Well, I have news for you, Mr. French teacher. One day, you will pay for what you did to my friend, and you will do well to heed my warning. I will be the FIRST to come to Jesus and tell him what sort of "man" you were, and then you will pay.
Just like the person who killed Caylee will pay.
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
NO JUSTICE FOR CAYLEE...
Innocent of all the homicide charges. Guilty of lying to the police.
Did any of these people on the jury even listen during the trial?
I can't believe what the world is coming to. I just can't believe it. The whole world has gone nuts. I will admit that leaving the body so long to decompose made it harder to prove it was homicide, but the prosecution was right--there's no reason to mock up a murder if it's just an accident! I mean, you mock up an accident FOR A MURDER.
It must be there was no air conditioning in the hotel that the jurors stayed in, because there seems to be not a single brain cell amongst them. Had the cops come and found the body SOONER, as in when Kronk first called them, then MAYBE they could have proven (or disproven), because the decomposition wouldn't have been so advanced...perhaps they would have found pool water in the lungs, which would prove her innocence--but THIS!
It's a travesty. There was no justice for Caylee today. One day, she will get her voice and the perp will go straight to hell and not collect $200. Never mind JAIL.
I think I'm angry enough to spit, but I'll wait until I'm away from my computer monitor. Right now, must think of something to eat. Too hot to cook, so I'm thinking a sandwich would hit the spot right about now. I also need to put my hair up off my neck because I'm roasting...get it? Spit? Roasting? Nevermind.
Cards today are (and of course, probably relate to the trial since it's all I could think of today)...
3 of swords (reversed)
3 of Wands
5 of swords
There was not a lot of disagreement in the jury. They based their decision on the foundation of the case--that they couldn't prove it was murder, and so the prosecution lost.
I guess the picture of the duct tape over the mouth and nose wasn't enough. Sad. It's just so sad.
****
In other news, the ginger cat hasn't been around for a little over a day and a half, so I wonder if he's moved on, or perhaps found a home. That would be nice. He is a nice cat. We'll see if he turns up again tonight. It's REALLY hot outdoors--thank goodness for the inside of the house, and the A/C in the bedroom. I'm going to close the windows, turn on the A/C and leave, make my sandwich, and return, watch NCIS on my little television, and maybe order up Direct tv tonight.
Did any of these people on the jury even listen during the trial?
I can't believe what the world is coming to. I just can't believe it. The whole world has gone nuts. I will admit that leaving the body so long to decompose made it harder to prove it was homicide, but the prosecution was right--there's no reason to mock up a murder if it's just an accident! I mean, you mock up an accident FOR A MURDER.
It must be there was no air conditioning in the hotel that the jurors stayed in, because there seems to be not a single brain cell amongst them. Had the cops come and found the body SOONER, as in when Kronk first called them, then MAYBE they could have proven (or disproven), because the decomposition wouldn't have been so advanced...perhaps they would have found pool water in the lungs, which would prove her innocence--but THIS!
It's a travesty. There was no justice for Caylee today. One day, she will get her voice and the perp will go straight to hell and not collect $200. Never mind JAIL.
I think I'm angry enough to spit, but I'll wait until I'm away from my computer monitor. Right now, must think of something to eat. Too hot to cook, so I'm thinking a sandwich would hit the spot right about now. I also need to put my hair up off my neck because I'm roasting...get it? Spit? Roasting? Nevermind.
Cards today are (and of course, probably relate to the trial since it's all I could think of today)...
3 of swords (reversed)
3 of Wands
5 of swords
There was not a lot of disagreement in the jury. They based their decision on the foundation of the case--that they couldn't prove it was murder, and so the prosecution lost.
I guess the picture of the duct tape over the mouth and nose wasn't enough. Sad. It's just so sad.
****
In other news, the ginger cat hasn't been around for a little over a day and a half, so I wonder if he's moved on, or perhaps found a home. That would be nice. He is a nice cat. We'll see if he turns up again tonight. It's REALLY hot outdoors--thank goodness for the inside of the house, and the A/C in the bedroom. I'm going to close the windows, turn on the A/C and leave, make my sandwich, and return, watch NCIS on my little television, and maybe order up Direct tv tonight.
Monday, July 4, 2011
Yesterday's Cards...
Well, I think I found out who the Queen of Wands turned out to be...
Last night, a ginger cat, very much like my Chat, turned up on my back porch--yowling like an alley cat.
I took a little food out. He seemed hungry. He ate half and then ran off. He's definitely not feral, but he's lost--as if someone recently dropped him off here (like they did last year to that poor, half starved kitten. Now, hubby won't let me have another indoor cat. My step son doesn't live here anymore, so I can't palm this cat off on him, either. Hubby says it's fine if the cat stays outdoors, but there's really no place for him to stay in the winter, because the barn is all closed up. He's had fleas or ticks biting him, so I'm going to put some of the stuff on him that keeps those parasites off, then I'm going to try and befriend him and take him to the vet and get him fixed, so that he's not out there making babies and bringing more kittens around.
I hate when people just drop their pets off at our house. They think that just because we have a barn that we have all sorts of money to take care of extra pets, and that is just not so. Even so, I think that's what I'm supposed to use this extra money for--neuter the cat. I hate to have to do that to an outdoor cat--they often don't last long, and he'll probably find another home where they can take him in (already neutered). He's very loving, and seems to have been someone's pet already--but there's no telling WHOSE pet he was. It's also possible that he climbed up on top of a wheel well of someone's car, who stopped to the neighbor's house, and when he felt safe, he ran off. That happens a lot. Then some little girl calls for her cat, and it's not there, and never comes. I've had that happen to me.
But more often than not, it's the irresponsible type who just drop off poor defenseless kittens to starve. That's a hateful thing. I'll try to get a picture of him later. He looks just like my lovin' kitty, Chat. I mean, they could be twins, except Chat is quite a lot older. I would say the kitten is about 6 months old. He's good size, and seems to be reasonably good at hunting. But he was quite thin, so I gave him some food. If he shows up again, I'll feed him some more and maybe set out some clean water. Poor thing.
Last night, a ginger cat, very much like my Chat, turned up on my back porch--yowling like an alley cat.
I took a little food out. He seemed hungry. He ate half and then ran off. He's definitely not feral, but he's lost--as if someone recently dropped him off here (like they did last year to that poor, half starved kitten. Now, hubby won't let me have another indoor cat. My step son doesn't live here anymore, so I can't palm this cat off on him, either. Hubby says it's fine if the cat stays outdoors, but there's really no place for him to stay in the winter, because the barn is all closed up. He's had fleas or ticks biting him, so I'm going to put some of the stuff on him that keeps those parasites off, then I'm going to try and befriend him and take him to the vet and get him fixed, so that he's not out there making babies and bringing more kittens around.
I hate when people just drop their pets off at our house. They think that just because we have a barn that we have all sorts of money to take care of extra pets, and that is just not so. Even so, I think that's what I'm supposed to use this extra money for--neuter the cat. I hate to have to do that to an outdoor cat--they often don't last long, and he'll probably find another home where they can take him in (already neutered). He's very loving, and seems to have been someone's pet already--but there's no telling WHOSE pet he was. It's also possible that he climbed up on top of a wheel well of someone's car, who stopped to the neighbor's house, and when he felt safe, he ran off. That happens a lot. Then some little girl calls for her cat, and it's not there, and never comes. I've had that happen to me.
But more often than not, it's the irresponsible type who just drop off poor defenseless kittens to starve. That's a hateful thing. I'll try to get a picture of him later. He looks just like my lovin' kitty, Chat. I mean, they could be twins, except Chat is quite a lot older. I would say the kitten is about 6 months old. He's good size, and seems to be reasonably good at hunting. But he was quite thin, so I gave him some food. If he shows up again, I'll feed him some more and maybe set out some clean water. Poor thing.
Sunday, July 3, 2011
What Should I Do...?
I received a check in the mail today, and asked "What should I do with this money?"
I drew 3 cards, all reversed:
Queen of Swords
The Wheel
Queen of Wands
I am not entirely sure what this means.
Usually, I use the Queen of Swords as my own significator, but the reversed orientation of all the cards puts a very odd spin on things. I read this that I could keep the money and spend it on myself, OR I could give it to another, but the person likely wouldn't appreciate it. The Queen of Wands is a fire card, and the woman on the face has bright red hair. I have no friends with red hair, (although I DID have a friend who colored her hair red, but recently changed it back) and therefore it might mean another woman with a fiery spirit.
Or it could mean to spend it on something that speaks to me of both air and fire, or it could be telling me that I'm really completely undecided about which way I should go at present, in which case, I should probably just put it in the bank and hang onto it should something happen with my car.
The other thing I could do is spend it on something fun with my husband. We have an anniversary coming, but I haven't any clue what to do. He's very difficult to get things for. Last year, I bought him socks. This year I got him underwear for his birthday. He seems to appreciate those things a lot more than something that he doesn't really need.
So I'll have to hope for the answer to come in the next few days.
I drew 3 cards, all reversed:
Queen of Swords
The Wheel
Queen of Wands
I am not entirely sure what this means.
Usually, I use the Queen of Swords as my own significator, but the reversed orientation of all the cards puts a very odd spin on things. I read this that I could keep the money and spend it on myself, OR I could give it to another, but the person likely wouldn't appreciate it. The Queen of Wands is a fire card, and the woman on the face has bright red hair. I have no friends with red hair, (although I DID have a friend who colored her hair red, but recently changed it back) and therefore it might mean another woman with a fiery spirit.
Or it could mean to spend it on something that speaks to me of both air and fire, or it could be telling me that I'm really completely undecided about which way I should go at present, in which case, I should probably just put it in the bank and hang onto it should something happen with my car.
The other thing I could do is spend it on something fun with my husband. We have an anniversary coming, but I haven't any clue what to do. He's very difficult to get things for. Last year, I bought him socks. This year I got him underwear for his birthday. He seems to appreciate those things a lot more than something that he doesn't really need.
So I'll have to hope for the answer to come in the next few days.
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Too Warm!
It's only July 1, and I'm already complaining about the heat.
I took a shower this morning, but by noon, my deodorant not only FAILED, but I had to take another shower so that my husband could be in the same room with me and reapply the deodorant, which by evening had failed again.
I guess I need a new deodorant--or maybe a new husband--nah. The former is DEFINITELY a cheaper alternative.
I did run out of the house, take refuge in my car for about an hour and drove to town with the idea of getting something to eat. Instead, I came back with chips and dip and a few other items, plus a laundry hamper. We've been trying to watch television all day--which reminds me, we did obtain a new television yesterday, and it works no better than our first one did. Can't tune in any local stations, and I think I'm going to have to bite the bullet and buy Direct TV again. HATE that option--it is SO expensive. But right now, I am in my bedroom, in the dark, with only the computer screen keeping me awake, and the air conditioner is on full-blast, keeping the dog cool, but not yet doing much to keep ME cool. Give it time, I tell myself. It's only been 5 minutes. It has to draw all the moisture out of your hot little fingers!
It's true. My hands are so sticky that it's difficult to type, and I want to stop, head to the bathroom and wash my hands. Okay, so perhaps I will do that---when hell freezes over. There is just no way I'm leaving this room except on an emergency. Oops. I just thought of one. Dang. I can't win this can I?
Okay, two hours later, I return to the computer. I spent a little time in the living room with my hubby watching 48 Hours Mystery, and I'm back in the room that is much cooler now. Ahhhhhh.
Oh! Tweet!
Sigh, just more on the Casey Anthony trial. I guess tomorrow hubby and I are going to his mother's to mow the lawn. I will stay in the house and knit, help with supper, and try hard to stay cool. I might watch some of the Casey Anthony trial, too--you never know.
I'm going to miss having my kitty, Chat, laying on my chest tonight. He won't come in the room with the a/c on, and the door has to be kept closed, so unless he's in here when we turn it on, he doesn't come inside. I'll miss him terribly. I really love how much that cat loves me.
Well, I suppose that I will leave the cool room and go back...oh, just shoot me. I really think that all I want to do is go to sleep in here. Maybe I'll go into the other room long enough to get the tv controller and come back to the bedroom to watch some television? Oh, that sounds like a spectacular idea! Maybe I'll get something of a cool drink as well?
I think I have a plan formulating. Time to put it into action.
I took a shower this morning, but by noon, my deodorant not only FAILED, but I had to take another shower so that my husband could be in the same room with me and reapply the deodorant, which by evening had failed again.
I guess I need a new deodorant--or maybe a new husband--nah. The former is DEFINITELY a cheaper alternative.
I did run out of the house, take refuge in my car for about an hour and drove to town with the idea of getting something to eat. Instead, I came back with chips and dip and a few other items, plus a laundry hamper. We've been trying to watch television all day--which reminds me, we did obtain a new television yesterday, and it works no better than our first one did. Can't tune in any local stations, and I think I'm going to have to bite the bullet and buy Direct TV again. HATE that option--it is SO expensive. But right now, I am in my bedroom, in the dark, with only the computer screen keeping me awake, and the air conditioner is on full-blast, keeping the dog cool, but not yet doing much to keep ME cool. Give it time, I tell myself. It's only been 5 minutes. It has to draw all the moisture out of your hot little fingers!
It's true. My hands are so sticky that it's difficult to type, and I want to stop, head to the bathroom and wash my hands. Okay, so perhaps I will do that---when hell freezes over. There is just no way I'm leaving this room except on an emergency. Oops. I just thought of one. Dang. I can't win this can I?
Okay, two hours later, I return to the computer. I spent a little time in the living room with my hubby watching 48 Hours Mystery, and I'm back in the room that is much cooler now. Ahhhhhh.
Oh! Tweet!
Sigh, just more on the Casey Anthony trial. I guess tomorrow hubby and I are going to his mother's to mow the lawn. I will stay in the house and knit, help with supper, and try hard to stay cool. I might watch some of the Casey Anthony trial, too--you never know.
I'm going to miss having my kitty, Chat, laying on my chest tonight. He won't come in the room with the a/c on, and the door has to be kept closed, so unless he's in here when we turn it on, he doesn't come inside. I'll miss him terribly. I really love how much that cat loves me.
Well, I suppose that I will leave the cool room and go back...oh, just shoot me. I really think that all I want to do is go to sleep in here. Maybe I'll go into the other room long enough to get the tv controller and come back to the bedroom to watch some television? Oh, that sounds like a spectacular idea! Maybe I'll get something of a cool drink as well?
I think I have a plan formulating. Time to put it into action.
Friday, July 1, 2011
Rant on Best Buy
Okay, I am really miffed with Best Buy.
At Christmas last year, my mother in law gave my husband a cash gift to buy a new television at Best Buy. We did, and we got the $100 warranty alongside.
We never expected the thing to break before it was two years old, I mean, face it. When we had tube televisions, the tubes went out, and you replaced the tube, and got your tv back. Then they came out with transistors, and you had to replace a circuit board, and then you got your tv back.
Now, it would appear that you have to replace the tv!
Our tv died last month. Since we had the warranty, we called Best Buy and they had someone come out and get it. They "couldn't" work on it in our home, so I suppose I don't understand why it took them 3 days to come and get it, but that's another story for another blog. Poor thing said "Fzit" and went to black and wouldn't turn back on.
We found out that if the repair cost more than the original purchase price, they would replace the tv with the SAME tv or one of better value, and that was our understanding.
What they DON'T tell you is that once you USE the warranty, it is then NULL AND VOID, so if you get another tv for replacement, you have to buy another warranty! The tv's get really hot, and that burns up the capacitors (which are cheap at the manufacturing level), which burns up the board, which can take out your screen (and those are the most expensive part), and then while you have a replaced tv, you have no warranty for it.
And of course, they don't tell you any of this--that the tv won't last but a year or so. They are basically throw aways. I don't know about you, but spending that kind of money on something you're just going to throw away in a year is too much!
I have a friend who replaces these capacitors....so if you DIDN'T buy the warranty, know that all is not lost. But they can only be counted on if it's a higher end television that will SHUT ITSELF OFF BEFORE IT BURNS UP THE CIRCUIT BOARD AND THE SCREEN IN THE PROCESS. So when you BUY the television, make sure that it has a SHUT OFF that will shut off the television before the capacitor burns out everything.
Also, if your television is continuously pixelated, it's probably telling you that the capacitor is going out.
Also, check the FAN frequently, and dust off the air holes. The bigger the fan, the better it will help cool the television.
So keep your eyes open for these things, and make sure of that shut off, it could save you hundreds of dollars.
At Christmas last year, my mother in law gave my husband a cash gift to buy a new television at Best Buy. We did, and we got the $100 warranty alongside.
We never expected the thing to break before it was two years old, I mean, face it. When we had tube televisions, the tubes went out, and you replaced the tube, and got your tv back. Then they came out with transistors, and you had to replace a circuit board, and then you got your tv back.
Now, it would appear that you have to replace the tv!
Our tv died last month. Since we had the warranty, we called Best Buy and they had someone come out and get it. They "couldn't" work on it in our home, so I suppose I don't understand why it took them 3 days to come and get it, but that's another story for another blog. Poor thing said "Fzit" and went to black and wouldn't turn back on.
We found out that if the repair cost more than the original purchase price, they would replace the tv with the SAME tv or one of better value, and that was our understanding.
What they DON'T tell you is that once you USE the warranty, it is then NULL AND VOID, so if you get another tv for replacement, you have to buy another warranty! The tv's get really hot, and that burns up the capacitors (which are cheap at the manufacturing level), which burns up the board, which can take out your screen (and those are the most expensive part), and then while you have a replaced tv, you have no warranty for it.
And of course, they don't tell you any of this--that the tv won't last but a year or so. They are basically throw aways. I don't know about you, but spending that kind of money on something you're just going to throw away in a year is too much!
I have a friend who replaces these capacitors....so if you DIDN'T buy the warranty, know that all is not lost. But they can only be counted on if it's a higher end television that will SHUT ITSELF OFF BEFORE IT BURNS UP THE CIRCUIT BOARD AND THE SCREEN IN THE PROCESS. So when you BUY the television, make sure that it has a SHUT OFF that will shut off the television before the capacitor burns out everything.
Also, if your television is continuously pixelated, it's probably telling you that the capacitor is going out.
Also, check the FAN frequently, and dust off the air holes. The bigger the fan, the better it will help cool the television.
So keep your eyes open for these things, and make sure of that shut off, it could save you hundreds of dollars.
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