Monday, September 28, 2015

Behavioral Ethics announcement: A new positive reinforcement activist group is forming: Occupy Punishment-Run-Amok Happily (OPRAH).

This post has been written by Dave Jersey of Facebook - friend request me, please - blogger of Reward and Consent, also known as Safety Pat the Proud Schizophrenic Clown.


I have formed a philosophy I call Behavioral Ethics which merges the behavior sciences with ethics. I've written it down as a preliminary manifesto. See Dave Jersey (2015c, section one). If there is solid interest in the idea, I would like to jump start an international Facebook group called Occupy Punishment-Run-Amok Happily (OPRAH, which means fawn, young deer, in Hebrew).

OPRAH will stress positive reinforcement above coercive punishment.

OPRAH will advocate positive reinforcement of ethical behavior and oppose coercive forms of punishment, including the technologies and methods of the nuclear weapons and the prisons-for-profit industries. It would target businesses with BUYcotts for good causes and politicians with populace-driven bulk internet messages and petitions soon after they did the right thing, which activists have done a bit, but not enough. Positive picketing and peaceful assemblies of thanks would bring media attention to so-called "well-behaved leaders." OPRAH membership would decide as a team what how to define “doing the right thing." This would encompass any activity, law, or policy that does not involve coercion as either a means or an ends.

Financial reparations dollar per dollar of damage done by a guilty party would not be out of the question, as long as said payments were not physically enforced by potential jail sentences. Judges could simply seize the money from the bank accounts of offending parties, whether they liked it or not.

OPRAH first aims to help the advocates close the Judge Rotenberg (electroshock "treatment/torture") Center (JRC).

Its first objective would be to help the disabled and parent advocates to finally #CloseTheJRC, the Judge Rotenberg Center, which is probably the worst Applied Behavior Analysis (ABA) institution in the USA. Applied Behavior Analysis (ABA) is a profession filled with behavior modification  scientists and "therapists" who use punishment as its ultimate method of control to allegedly and typically "solve the socially-important behavior problems" of people with less power, especially autistic children as young as one-year-old toddlers.

JRC uses extremely painful electric skin shock contingent upon noncompliance (a step up and out of a seat without permission), self-injury (a pop of one’s own pimple), aggression (a staff provoked so-called “problem behavior” such as defending one’s self from a JRC assault), and classroom disturbance (a shout out loud to one of Director Glenda Crookes' teachers by saying, “Leave my poor mate alone!”) in order "to teach its students" to submit to its cruel, unusual, and unreasonable authority. Retrieve Israel (2009) by entering "event #403" and see Davies (2014) and Dave Jersey (2015). The United Nations calls JRC a place of "torture." See M√©ndez (2013, p. 84-85).

Equally as badly behaved as JRC's staff and Board of Directors are the old-guard and current leaders of the Association for Behavior Analysis International (ABAI). ABAI is a network of well over 10,000 Applied Behavior Analysis (ABA) professionals and Facebook group users which officially “approves” the JRC.

OPRAH will "forge straight on ahead" to become a "$99,000" United Nations Non-Governmental Organization

To get going, we will use electronic media to meet with internet users from all over the World Wide Web. We'll also invite visitors and locals to and from the Jersey Shore area to attend in-person meetings near my home. Other OPRAH groups can meet anywhere else. OPRAH's members should determine our self-governing methods. I would prefer that fundamental decisions be made by universal consensus or by super-majorities, but that isn't written in stone. The USA Senate is ruled by a sixty percent majority. OPRAH could nurture its own candidates for office and leaders of businesses, organizations, and places of worship. We would start as an informal network and grow "straight on to forge ahead...rolling along, doubling the money... all the way up to the Ralph Kramden $99,000 Honeymooners answer" and become a non-profit organization with a board of directors, an executive director, and a paid staff. We could ultimately become an international Non-Governmental Organization (NGO). All kidding aside, however, let's go just one step at a time, of course, and simply see how it goes in the Facebook group before we barge out of the starting blocks too fast and run out of steam.

So how does it all sound to readers of this Reward and Consent blog? Please add a comment in the box below this post or send me a message. Let me know from anywhere on Earth if you would like to join the effort. Interested people can contact me in Facebook (Dave Jersey), Twitter (@RewardConsent), Google Plus (Dave NJ), or by way of email ( I welcome friend requests and followers in social media. When serious, I go by the name Dave, but my fake name is Safety Pat the Proud Schizophrenic Clown. I'm one of the performance artists at the Asbury Park, NJ Boardwalk.

Sunday, September 27, 2015

Pat Report: Behavior analysis of a comedy of errors: My days are full of agony with swipes, smears, and smudges!

Dave Jersey in Facebook - Do send me a Facebook friend request. I'm also known as Safety Pat the Proud Schizophrenic Clown, a comic on the Asbury Park, New Jersey Boardwalk. My great buddy, Photographer Ed, took this picture June 2015 at the Boardwalk in the Grand Arcade which connects Convention Hall with the Paramount Theater.

Disclaimer: This post includes an anatomically correct description of what takes place when a typical old man has trouble emptying his bladder. If the reader is squeamish, he or she is better off leaving this web page now before viewing it any further. However, out of respect for the guest who shall continue reading, certain parts of the aforementioned problem are censored away from the story.


This post has been written by Dave Jersey of Facebook - friend request me, please - blogger of Reward and Consent, also known as Safety Pat the Proud Schizophrenic Clown.


Somebody please help me! My oily skin always touches my Walmart Vision Center glasses and I can't take it any longer!

Here is the case analysis. On a typical day, the alarm wakes me at 8:00 a.m. I snooze to the bell until 8:02. Then I reach for a case, remove the distance glasses, and set them down into the ear gaps and over the bridge of my nose. Then I tilt my side to the left and poke at the corners of my right eyeball socket to dislodge the eye buggers. The right hand index finger slips out of the socket, pushes at the frame, and slides it a quarter inch down the long slope of my nose. I'm unaware of the sleight of hand. Accidental Lens Touch One occurs at 8:04. Automatically and instantaneously, the slip of the finger causes the unconscious appearance of Lens Smear One.

The stain is composed of 1) sebum, skin oil made up of wax monoesters, triglycerides, free fatty acids, and squalene; 2) rheum, the grimy sleep-induced discharge of mucous membrane from the eyeballs into the corners of the sockets, which contains mucus, dust, eyelid skin cells; and 3) teardrops, with their glucose, lactate, Na+, K+, Ca2+, Mg2+, Cl−, HCO3−, urea, pyruvate, and ascorbate.

After picking out the sleep from the eyes, I get up out of bed to pee at 8:07. My Risperdal-induced head-smog begins to clear at about the three-minute half-way-done mark of the ongoing drips. Then all of a sudden, I focus my eyes on the bowl and see that freaking see-through spot which doesn't belong on top of a container of fluid that's supposed to be covered by an unbroken horizontal plane of solid, light-yellow dye, except for a few bubbles. Since I've only just begun my highly-irregular fifteen-minute routine of private stuff coming "out-o'-me-anatomy," I'm pissed off at the smudge because I'm too busy in the bathroom to address the irritant.

As soon as I'm done with the wake-up project, then the terribly long struggle with my glasses begins to take shape in the kitchen. The first smudge is much like the rest of them, but it only gets worse and worse. I grab a clean Walmart rag off the dish rack. It's half the size of my hand. My hands are not as dextrous as when I used to play the guitar. The ends like to flip over with one side doubled over the next. I struggle to unfold it. Then I poke a finger into the middle of it over the Walmart logo. Then I point at the smudge and swipe with the segment of cotton that's covering the finger. This takes several minutes to coordinate properly.

Then begins the maneuver of an ever-developing smear. Each swipe of a lens smudge makes a new smudge on a rag and a wider or thicker smear on a lens. As the day wears on, specks of dust never cease to appear. If I try to blow them off, my spittle adds some new kinds of content into the dirty mixture. At randomly-occurring, frequent intervals, some unknown part of my skin touches either of the lenses, be it left or right hemisphere, be it epidermis of finger, wrist, upper cheek bone, eyelid, or the frontal ridge of the skull on top of an eyeball socket. The rag smudges are barely visible to the naked eye, so I can't find a clean gap on a partially smudged rag until after I've smeared a smudge or thickened a smear with what used to be a vacant part of the rag. Before I know it, all four rags are ruined and both the reading and distance glasses are filthy.

I never feel like washing them, but when I do, I must wait until bedtime, because they take half a day to turn as dry as a bone. Cleaning involves scrubbing with soap, water, and the pot-scouring side of a sponge, rinsing, wringing, and hanging it on a rack rung. If I should swipe a smudge with a slightly moist rag, then a watery surface sets down upon the lens, and the only way to get rid of it is to wait until it dries.

It's taking me three days to edit this post. I can hardly read the screen on my laptop. Not only this problem, but my oily skin is abrasive and it's worn the stencil marks off every key except Q, Z, and X. I'm typing from memory from high school typing lessons. It's trial and error to position my index fingers over the hand position anchors, the F and the J. Sometimes I have no idea what I'm typing until after I press a wrong button.

It makes no difference whether I'm looking beyond my lenses through a layer of grease or water. The entire world is terribly smeared and speckled with see-through spots all throughout the day. I'm completely annoyed in public places because every man I approach has a wart on the tip of his nose!

I'm in dire need of advice! What am I to do?

Friday, September 25, 2015

Behavioral Ethics manifesto: Ethics can marry Behavioral Psychology to fix problem behaviors of power elites.

This post has been written by Dave Jersey of Facebook - friend request me, please - blogger of Reward and Consent, also known as Safety Pat the Proud Schizophrenic Clown.


A little story about a $20 burglary by Rite Aid upon one of its customers is turning into a bit of a manifesto against the highly unethical profession called Applied Behavior Analysis‬ (ABA) and its misguided ways of doing things, but in favor of the marriage of Ethics and Behavior Modification into an ethical inquiry of the sciences of human behavior or, if you will grant me the term, into the field of Behavioral Ethics.

It seems obvious that since behavioral psychology has the most highly developed scientific methodology regarding how to change behavior, though it unfortunately has a horribly unethical record, and since ethicists are pretty good at deciding how behavior ought to change, but they've decidedly failed if they've ever tried to fill the world with well-behaved leaders, that the only way humanity can save itself from annihilation before we colonize outer space, where we'll be capable of moving to other planets before we blow up the planets we inhabit, is to learn en masse how to change the behaviors we ought to change coupled with a highly-developed popular philosophy concerning what behaviors ought to change. Neither human science nor ethics is more important than the other. The professionals in these fields need to work together and teach the public their ways, in balanced combination with each other.

Furthermore, if the populace only knew how to modify the behavior of the power elites in ways that these they would appreciate, even though ABA has abused its power and led by dismal example, which makes convincing the public to accept Behavioral Ethics an extremely daunting task, then we can teach the people how to change the behavior of the most powerful forces of society in highly ethical ways. From among the ranks of the 99%, international leaders would rise and become well-loved by the great numbers of individuals of all walks and stripes. Only then can the planet solve its addiction to punishment run amok. Hopefully, it's not too late!


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