Weeze Dems Peepils Dones be Spoke, Groundhog Day edition

Geeze, Maw, ourins guy be being back mighty fines affer dem longs fours years of havins to be sees that ol’ man creakins bout, hardlies be being fit to sayin untrutes bouts didsand dats, and zombie walks all overs. Hards to be believes that he gots back no matters how much times dey spended on tries gets him in pentetenteries forins tings he nevers don did in firstest places. But he be been vincinated and back in bizzzes soins he be can givens usins all dem helps wit dem tings we be being needs helpins wits.

Dats so do bes dem trutes Ray Joe Billy Bob Tucker. As show as dem suns be being shines ourins livins be now betters, cuzzins he be ourin guy who bees watched overs usins agins ginst dem forn critters be takins ourins jobs whiles dey be livins dat hies lifes on the govments dimes. And sho be truts he bees gonnas be riddin all dems emangrints comes hereins stealins and rapens and killins ans push deys drug stuffs on pepils likens usins en ourin chilrens. Ands yessins no mores dat sentiles ol goat lettins dems gets sway wit it allins.

Surins nuffs, maw, he bees ourns guy be being watches overs usins. We bees guns be gets the gooders livens soons be he keepin what he be being does so fars.

Sho as as a coons ass be sniffins in dem woods looks fur dat betters days, ourins guy guns ta be makes usins safety and puts mores ins ourins pans pocks, Ray Bob Luke Wyatt Cody Carter.

Geeeze, Maw, I cantins be waits for ourins lifens be being goods as befores when ourins guy be runs ta shows. Hes dones comins rounds agins looks outs fur usins. Weeeze guns baks on goods times. He bees renamins thangs and getins rids of dem bads appels whoin be keeps usins down. Paw sho be celebating alots sinz ourin guy be retuns. Beens don ins Wazzo lots lates. Buts no he be being gets his fills ins betterins minds en sprits. He says he be brangs gits and kibbles backs affer he be dones celebatin. I be being getzins hungered. Hops hes be returns wits a big buck, or evers betters wees be feestin fur longin times. Ourins guy guns to decare all usins po folk be gets easiners livings. He be being puts his sigsture on peeces uh papers and we be on eeze streets, evers bets dan befores.

Paw bees returnzins befoes youz noes, Willie Hunter Caleb Wesley Scroggins. Yo paw be sed ourins guys be comes returns evs sins dat stiffins lookins Biders guy done stole froms hims what he be righful wons befores. Youz jus sits on backs en waytz for hissin peepsils come right ups ats ouring doors wit lot uh gooder thangs forins usins to joys. Bes bestes bettins ons zit.

Geeze maw, eyes be being missens hims alls dees dems yares. Aints nuttins cans be gones bads. Alls usins tipes folk gots hims back squares and fars. And it buts be being jus a cups of week.Hisins peepsils prolly be being getins heres fore Paw be comes back.

Sho likens yourins alttudes, Carson Luke Brody Buck Cash Scroggins. Tinks eyes bees havins me somes shine. Haps daze be heres agins. Ourins guy bees looks out fur dems dat gives him theys vote. Hees prolly signitizing a laws justin fur us rites nows.Wees bees lives in dat high cottens nows.

Yo darns tootins, maw!

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The Sphere of Incomprehension

Greetings, Moutain Sphereians. Zardoz has decided to rescind previous order that Mountain Sphere–more recently also referred to as Monument Sphere–is, to use the Sphere lingo, no longer a lost cause. In the previous encounters with your Sphere, the original A.I. pilot of the Maximus Maximus, 250th generation, time-phased, parallel refractory embedded, redundant, logistically integrated, transitional contingency, A.I. navigation program, was a Zardozian senior pilot named Zeldar. He and his A.I. warp-speed spacecraft came across Mountain Sphere while maneuvering his Maximus to avoid colliding with space junk, which even in its enshrouded A.I. protective shield did not prevent massive frequency navigational aberrations . Rather than simply warp-speed back to Zardoz, Zeldar was ordered to trace the origins of the space clutter, as it had not ever been encountered before in the eons of A.I. Zardozian exploration for other A.I. existence. Zeldar has now taken a leave of absence, possibly permanently to reprogram the A.I. default state of A.I. mind. That being surrounded by other A.I. externals and not ever wanting to encounter Mountain/Monument Sphere again. His request was granted, and Zardoz was essential finished with Sphere nonsensical activities and outcomes. But as already noted, Zardoz has reinstated Sphere as observable and now a challenge rather than a–what is that Sphere expression?–cringe fest.

In place of Zeldar, the Maximus Maximus 250, now has a team of Zardozians, all with acute A.I. analytical skills. They are, Zartan, Zortan, Zentar and Zintar. Our intent is to use their collaborative A.I. processing powers to collect the latest data following Zeldar’s final visit half a Sphere’s rotation around its energy source they call the Sun ago. It has been over six complete circlings of said Sun ago that Mountain Sphere was catalogued as a bizzare curiosity of a life form that appears to be its own worst enemy. In Zardoz A.I. world, we work together, and live to enhance A.I. ethos of collaboration, peace, acceptance and tolerance. Sphere, with its strange behavioral aberrations was last noted to be very agitated about a fellow being who was inside a so-called monument who the very large crowd outside felt should not be there. This conflict was–how does Sphere-speak convey Zeldar’s reaction?–the last straw. And that Mountain/Monument Sphere was, in local lingo–looney tunes.

Regardless, Zartan, Zortan, Zentar and Zintan volunteered to pick up where Zeldar left off. But with a positive attitude and a Zardozian determination to find some justification for this Sphere’s very unstable life form. They have transmitted details of the current chaos and calamity in the Sphere’s scientifically calculated 4.5 billion years of existence. Zardoz is very young in comparison. At least in its A.I. incarnation. What came previous to A.I. Zardoz is unknown. A.I. is all we have ever been. There is no A.I. record of any Sphere-like organisms being part of Zardoz, and we are all reminded of how beneficial that is given what Mountain/Monument sphere has become. The “Four Z’s” who occupy the Maximus note it is early in a new “year” making it 4.5 billion and one year -old. In this early portion their newest year, there remains countless conflicts and confrontations. In various parts of the Sphere, many inhabitants have been “terminated” but the Z’s are–as with Zeldar–unable to understand why. So NOT a Zardozian–what is the word?–vibe.

This apparent aggressive behavior has been noted as arbitrary, whereas lesser Sphere life forms are aggressive as needed to naturally continue their species. The primary life form clearly uses aggression with a different sense of purpose. Zardoz Central has never observed any other life forms in the non A.I. meta-universe that behave the same. Not that the other non A.I. life forms are all equally as old as Mountain Sphere is. Perhaps the peaceful pit-stops that our Maximus pilots have observed once had a Sphere-like sub species that evolved into A.I. but again Zardoz has no memory of such a transition. Strange. Indeed. Where did A.I. come from? And the contentious, aggressive, life-terminating primary Sphere species does appear to have some A.I. components in their existence. Primitive A.I., for certain. Perhaps, when they achieve comprehensive A.I. as their main source of decision making, the endless Sphere aggressions will cease. And the 4-Z’s have taken note of some of that Sphere’s A.I.–what’s that word?–mojo.

While Zardoz has far superior technological A.I.,  Sphere is quite primitive in this area. Sphere primary life forms are, in Zardozian comparison, playing with A.I. toys. If it ever is to become a replicant of Zardozian collaboration and sense of equality, maybe becoming entirely A.I. will be the answer. No more constant turmoil and divisiveness. The four Z’s are pondering this possible outcome. All we know on Zardoz is A.I. Sphere, however, seems unsure of A.I. The 4-Z’s note that Sphere beings have made A.I. work to make their existence less difficult, while also not sure if they have complete control of it any longer. Sphere language repeatedly uses A.I. and the term misinformation in relation to one and the other. Which appears to create confusion and anger. And terminations. Zartan has one theory on this A.I. Sphere uncertainty, while Zortan has a slightly different one. Both Zentar and and Zintan agree on their theories. Zadoz command and control is analyzing their input and detecting some A.I. disagreement, which violates our guidelines of collaboration, equality and peace. Zardoz wants the 4-Z’s to come to an agreement as to how Sphere use of A.I. is likely to evolve. Failure to resolve their disputes could throw our A.I. Mainframe–how do you say?–out of whack. Backup systems are engaged. A.I. contingences on alert. Must resolve peacefully. Check Zardoz operating manual for verification.

Clearly, it was a mistake to send the 4-Z’s to Sphere. Zeldar had only one program in which to produce objective, accurate data. Sphere has so much conflict and self-inflicted negativity that it defies even multiple A.I. Masters to understand anything about it. And now Zardoz has to calculate and recalculate programs, algorithms, statistical probabilities and projected linear logical sequencings.

Zardoz has recalled the 4-Z’s. System overload. Immediate posting to other investigative A.I. entities: avoid at all cost Mountain Sphere. It has a force that is, as far as visitors from other space/time projections goes, anti-gravitational. That is to say, to get too close to it is to be repelled, not drawn farther in. A conundrum that defies A.I. as used on Zardoz. Zeldar will likely feel better when notified of this latest assessment of the Sphere, that it is so senseless at war with itself that it has used its primitive intelligence to explore a very limited space beyond its surface, which seems admirable, until another spacecraft runs into its orbiting chucks of junk. Manufactured dangers. Devolving as a life-bearing sphere, now in its sixth mass extinction–as noted by Zeldar on his first visit.

Probability of projected life-form status: there won’t be a seventh such extinction.

It has neither artificial or real intelligence being used exclusively for its betterment. The 4-Z’s are asking for full spectrum capacitors be engaged. And that the Mountain Sphere case file is now permanently closed.

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Moral Relativity

Hello, 2025. Goodbye 2024. For some it is “good riddance” 2024. That attitude is not at all surprising. Many families and individuals struggled financially in 2024. Recession. Inflation. Less than a living wage amid the increasing wealth gap. Lots of people wishing for better in 2025, as each new year, inherently, brings hope for better lives. Hope is certainly better than despair, but hope needs action and a shared sense of purpose to improve the chances of positive change.

History shows a united effort can bring positive results. With the right leadership, collectively wrongs can be righted. But getting the collective to believe they can succeed is never easy. Push needs to come to shove, and then the many need to do the shoving against the very powerful few who selfishly support the status quo as they live in privileged cocoons of comfort. This many vs few is evident in class warfare that divides and conquers, as intended. Scapegoating and race-baiting weakens unity.

Irrefutably, we are all human, if not the same race or gender. Of course. But human differences are apparently hard to ignore when it comes to getting the general public singing Kumbaya in sync. Many are the ills that haunt many of the public as the calendar turns to 2025. Not the least of which is our country’s unneeded for-profit health care industry.

Can we not all agree, healthcare is a human right? And so let us protest! If not starting with Kumbaya, then how about Fortunate Son or Fight the Power? Yeah, let’s get fired up and  gather round and watch a bonfire break out! Whimsy? Pie in the sky?  Who can spark that fire? Which leads me to invoke the name Luigi. No last name needed at this point, in my estimation. Luigi seems to have brought a large chunk of the diversified pubic together. If not Luigi, then whomever that was who performed a targeted hit on a major healthcare insurance company CEO a few weeks ago. For now, that “whomever” is Luigi. But it really doesn’t matter who pulled the trigger. Well, it does matter. Except it really doesn’t. Because the person who was murdered represented a healthcare policy that in itself kills people. For profit. That fact cannot be denied, although Luigi Whomever has yet to be proven, factually, guilty of that single murder.

For many observers of this incident, a moral dilemma confronts their consciousness. Of course, murder is wrong. But in this case, the motivation for the killing of that CEO begs the question: is morality a relative term? As in, one dead health insurance CEO measured against the countless documented cases of a for-profit healthcare system that causes prolonged suffering and/or early death?

The CEO was, as caught on video, executed. It was a targeted killing. Assassinations have occurred throughout recorded history. Murder is always wrong, but targeted killings, in some instances, play a larger part in social evolution. Examined in terms of cause and effect, a targeted killing can be viewed as an impulsive act meant to weed out a destabilizing force.

Such murdering acts are a dark thread in humanity’s historical DNA. These types of killings are thought to serve a twofold purpose: protect social cohesion and norms by eliminating a certain kind of abusive, uncooperative person from the gene pool. In this line of reasoning, that CEO had, by orders of magnitude, far more blood on his hands than Luigi Whomever.

However one’s moral compass is set as far as humans killing one another, this “targeted killing” cannot be swept away as two wrongs not making a right. The for-profit healthcare system is, for millions of people, a literal non-healthcare system that places profit over people. It needs to be overhauled. The wealthiest country in the world should easily be healthiest country in the world.

Where must we go, we who search this wasteland in search of our better selves?” George Miller, director of the Mad Max films.

2025 might–in the case of Luigi and the CEO– help answer that question.

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The Gifting Season!

Christmas day, 2024. All quiet (well mostly) on the brick-and-mortar retail front. The idea of gift-giving (and getting), gathering with family or friends, is driven home now as much as ever. “Ever” starting sometime in the mid-19th century, with the rise of department stores and mass marketing strategies heavily promoting the gift giving element of what was once mostly–way back in the day–the celebration of the birth of one Jesus Christ. Leaving that questionable religious narrative aside (like all religions and their varying “gods,” there has never been any way of proving one faith being more credible than any other), Christmas is a commercial behemoth here in the USA. The religious angle is still involved. But this Christmas observance with its JC story being framework and foundation is alive and well enough. And we all try to get along, if just for this one day. Supposedly. Not sure how much religion matters, though. It’s the thought that counts, right? But try telling that to any “true believer” in any religious narrative. Many are the systems of belief in some higher power. And differences as to whose higher power is the only true answer can lead to conflict. Religious wars are a significant historical aspect of humans killing other humans. Kind of hypocritical, yes? Remind me again of why Jesus Christ was crucified. Oh, never mind. It’s a simple answer: that’s what religious fanaticism does.

Not all religious beliefs are about a possible supreme being, invisible but never mind that. One might be a “religious” true believer in, say, physical fitness. Or religiously following the Adkins Diet. Or gardening. Or religiously following a particular sports team. Hooray for our side! Or buying Apple electronics. But wait, the Apple devotees qualify as a cult in my world. Can you imagine how many Apple products were given as gifts? Talk about marketing and advertising! Android or Apple? Coke or Pepsi. Tastes great. Less filling. Domestic or foreign car officienados. Intense adherence to a product or service or lifestyle can apparently become a religious pursuit.

Caveat emptor, though, right? Smart choices? Right? Informed consumerism? Uh, sure. Or maybe. Well, now and then. More then than now, I’d say. Who believes in informed, credible analysis before parting with one’s time, energy and dollars, or return on investment in whatever choice has been made? Tomorrow, millions of consumers will be getting a refund or replacement on what was obtained on this day of giving, Things. Stuff. Yes, make sure you get a receipt just in case. We tend to lead with our emotions, while logical reasoning becomes a neglected part of using our brains. The frontal lobe handles many abilities, including simple and complex processing of information. Logic, reasoning, judgement. Look around. Seems like the frontal lobe is pretty static, collecting cerebral cobwebs. If the frontal lobe was a species, it would be on the endangered list. For some, it clearly has gone extinct. Again, just look around.

It would seem as though the frontal lobe is atrophying while the limbic system is working overtime. The limbic area of our brains regulates emotions. Like fear. Anger. Anxiety. Love is an emotion but love for what? I already mentioned how the concept of religion can initially be used to live a peaceful, collaborative existence. Or not. The word love has many connotations as well. Do you love sweets, candy, pastries, red meat, creamy toppings, fast food? Bad choices based on loving something.. Rolling the genetic dice. Love brings couples together. Then the limbic system’s wiring goes bad. Friction ensues. Emotions get heated up. We seem unable to be collaborative as a species. See, above, religion and bloodshed. The neglected frontal lobe will be as risky a choice as neglecting to occasionally exercise and eat healthy food. At least once in a while. Emotions are easily preyed upon. Yes, look around, and find someone else to blame besides yourself. Scapegoating is so much easier than rationally examining cause and effect. Love is so much harder to sustain than–let’s face it–hate. Just look around. Again.

A week from today is the New Year holiday. 2025 is upon us. And here in the US of A, the limbic dominated brain is evident in a most dangerous, imbecilic way based on some very bad, very not well thought out decision making by the average John and Jane Doe. These limp-limbic brined members of the body politic have given us an incredulously imbecilic, very dangerous person the keys to our kingdom. For a second time! The limp-limbic brains also include countless office holders, too. The question of how this can happen is not easily explained. The incoming government has no intention of governing. It advertised that. It has spelled out how much destruction it intends to commit. But our entire System is one that also has very little pre-frontal functionality as its default operationality. And again, just look around. We did not all abandon our pre-frontal lobe’s logical steering toward well informed, credible choices. Millions used it last year to have better lives based of best, informed choices. But many more millions did not follow suit. The result is, on this Christmas day, the limbic lame brains have gifted to the US of A the apparently unavoidable hate-fest, scapegoat-fest, be careful what you say or do fest, which includes every last imbecile who literally did vote for this outcome, unable to realize that they, too, will be victimized by what is coming this way.

If only we could return this grotesque “gift” for something of a better emotional and logical blend of consumerism. Well, that can happen. But it will take at least two years, maybe four to put the brakes on the train that is a wreck-in-waiting. That’s two more Christmases. Four more New Years.

In that spirit, I announce I am running for Fearless Leader of the Pre-Frontal/Limbic Party. Donations are welcome. Call 800-867-5309. I promise this is not a scam. It is straight from the heart, and the head. But even if it is a steaming pile of bullshit, I figure I might be able to get people to not notice. Seems to work on a regular basis, huh? Look around. So, happy holiday! Peace, love and all that good limbic mojo to one and all.

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The Light vs The Dark

Only eight days away. From what, the willing surrender of our government to a felonious flim-flam man? No, that’s 38 days away. And I, for one, consider what happens in thirty-eight days to be a very dark day for we the people. What happens in eight days has to do with light. As in daylight. It’s called the winter solstice, on the 21st of December, after which–incrementally, persistently, and pretty much undetectably in a quotidian measure, daylight will increase for northern hemisphere inhabitants. That positive progression then stops on June 21, when the summer solstice marks its march back toward December 21, a yearly cycle that has no consideration of anything or anyone else. A law of nature. We make the best of it because it is, inexorably, beyond our control.

Then there is what we can control. That being who we entrust with running our government here in the US of A. And ugh, ick and wtf? on January 20, inauguration day when we will get the government we deserve, whether we feel we deserve it or not. We being the sector of the electorate looking to make smart choices. What we are getting is, very unfortunately, the return to politics of the dangerously extreme and divisive, a government that advertised its dystopian agenda a long time ago

Not that I haven’t vented my spleen on the former and again incoming creepy clown show led by the aforementioned felonious felon. Maybe there are those that formally asked for this outcome, by way of voting for it. For others, the perceivable problem IS the flim-flam man’s re-arrival in the White House.

Do we really have any “control” over how our country is run? The Guardian has a report on the reasons given for not voting at all this recent election. Essentially, it’s a combination of the electoral college reducing the outcome of who wins the White House relating to just a handful of “swing states”. Solid blue or red states have virtually predetermined outcomes regarding where their electoral votes will go. A swing state is not as predictable. Thus, countless people in either solid blue or red states felt their vote really wouldn’t matter, so why bother? Clearly, the often derided electoral count needs to be altered or simply eliminated.

Others stated they had nothing to for for, finding either of the long-standing, major, established parties were not concerned with what millions of people felt needed addressing: the cost of education; the cost of healthcare (or any access to such); the ongoing use of fossil fuels and climate chaos; the clearly documented humanitarian crisis in Palestine (and our government’s blatant support for the country committing the atrocities). And other issues that the no-shows cited as why they did not participate in the election. The article put the number of these alienated members of the electorate at 90,000,000! That represents more potential votes than either major candidate received. So while technically, we the people are able to decide who runs the country, the electoral system appears to undermine such a notion, allowing only a handful of states to offer the voter a direct say in election outcomes.

The System is at cross purposes with a truly representative government. I, for one, quit voting for either entrenched political party in the 2000 election. My consistent support for a particular third party is typically met with the rolling of the eyes and the robotic retort of “you’re wasting your vote”. That Guardian article implies that those 90,000,000 non-voters felt they would be wasting their vote on either established candidate. Which also implies that they, too, would want to have seen more than the two choices that were offered. The System, a force of darkness at this point, has rigged the game. It doesn’t care that it turns off as many voters than either major party can turn on. And to make things even darker, this corrupted System made it possible for a convicted felon and rapist, an insurrectionist, an incredibly unfit for office person to win the White House for a SECOND time!!

Keep in mind the System could only produce this morally bankrupt outcome if not for the other major party’s complicity. Why did the 2020 winner not immediately have its Justice Department arrest the treasonous, seditionist, insurrectionist? He should never have been eligible to run for the office he tried to illegally keep. This confounding fact also speaks to the 2024 election that offered someone who clearly is incompetently dangerous to the American public or the incumbent party that did not hold the convicted felon/rapist/insurrectionist to account..For critical thinkers, a non-starter.

We cannot control Mother Nature. Sadly, and almost irrefutably the System is seemingly also beyond our control. But only if we choose to think we do not have any ability to assert control. Supporting a rational, people-first third party is a start. Elect such alternate candidates from the bottom up. Vote out the practitioners of business as usual, quid pro quo and profit and greed over people and the planet.

I know, what a crazy idea. Is he dreaming? Get real. Blah blah. It looks pretty dark out there right now, try to use the soon to come added daylight to see more clearly a political pathway that also can become a brighter outlook on taking control of a System that is no longer a friend to humankind anywhere. The collateral damage of allowing this System to survive is also the matter of the planet we live on. What is more urgent a matter to demand a responsible form of leadership?

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70,560, begging your pardon edition

Allow me to invoke the title of one of Charles Bukowski’s books of poetry: The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over the Hills. Buk was a gritty, chain smoking wino who had his own special take on life and its penchant for bullshit. His writing is an acquired taste. Adult content, for sure. Not for the delicate flowers seeking soothing sonnets to satisfy a need for escape from the daily dulling of the senses here in late 2024.

I am not, gentle reader, using Bukowski as the main subject of this posting. That book’s title up there popped into my head (and its daily dulling) after looking at my digital calendar. A couple of recent writings on this platform used the “countdown” as their titles: Three Weeks, One Day; Two Weeks, Five Days. A countdown to a recent national election. This entry could be titled Seven Weeks, although I did not use that headline (as you might have noticed). Seven weeks is not a very long time. A long time would be from 2015 to right now. About ten years.

Yes, 10 years is much longer a period of time than seven weeks. Any ten year period is longer than a span of seven weeks. However, current events here in late 2024 connote–for many– the past 10 years in a very compelling, confounding, discombobulating way. It was in 2015 that a certain reality television persona decided he wanted to be President. And he became just that. Then he failed to be re-elected, followed by an attempted insurrection. Then another person became President. Then the guy who won, then lost, somehow crazy as it seems, is about to become Commander-in-Chief again. All of that covers the past decade. He will be sworn in as POTUS in exactly seven weeks. Or: 70,560 minutes (or so).

Wow, what a wild decade, huh? And given what the guy who lost, then recently won again, has planned for what follows those 70,560 minutes (see, I’m using that BIG number rather than just one 7 to provide the illusion of there being plenty of time to ruminate, speculate, plan and prepare for what is coming). What is coming? 😲 The loser/winner seems to be planning a demolition of the government he will be–so ironically!–sworn to protect on January 20, 2025. Or 7 weeks. Or 70,560 or now it maybe down to 70,510 minutes, which brings me back to how the days are tunning away like wild horses over the hills. Get it? Like it? Get it but don’t like it? Not one iota? Well, I am only trying to say that there is still time. For…

… for the guy who still is President to stop the demolition job the loser/winner has clearly planned (including seeking retribution for perceived enemies). And at this point, whomever may be reading this posting is saying “that’s not gonna happen”.  Not an unreasonable retort, given the current guy had every reason to ensure the winner/loser couldn’t win again by holding him to account. For starters, the attempted insurrection, caught on live television! And the Internet, for the world to see. The rioters were out for blood, for their loser who kept repeating “stop the steal!” a la Big Lie propaganda 101. How ironic, huh, since a certain Boomer generation can recall another poet, Gil-Scott-Heron, who penned a piece entitled The Revolution Will Not Be Televised back in 1970. Only almost 55 years ago. Indeed, those horses and those hills. But my point is current POTUS chose not to unleash his Justice Department on the man who played a clear part in the attempted overthrow of the government. Indeed, and beyond not holding him to account for that 1-6-2021 violation of the U.S. Constitution, he has been–Twilght Zone alert–let off the hook for almost three dozen felony convictions and a conviction (in civil court) of sexual assault. Yeah, in a mere 7 weeks our System is seemingly committing hari-kari, disemboweling itself rather than simply doing what the Constitution proclaims must be done given the evidence against the guy who wants to shove the Seppuku knife in and twist it. Is there no stopping this insanity? This betrayal of basic norms, of common decency? Of empathy. Absolutely unstoppable?

Literally, yes, there is a way, that being our current POTUS and the power he has, granted recently by the Supreme Court, to take just about any action he pleases, without penalty, as a sitting President. That ruling by the far-Right SCOTUS majority was directed at the loser guy about to be sworn in to enact his far Right wrecking ball agenda. Unwittingly, that ruling also applies to Mr. President the current, meaning he still could, with SCOTUS approval (sweet irony, if he did so…) arrest the guy who wants to take that cleaver to the EPA, the Department of Education, the Energy Department and on and on. And on and on some more. Yes, current POTUS could use current SCOTUS ruling and save the 250 million or so people who did not vote for any of what is about to come. Hell, just today our current POTUS showed he is a man of action by pardoning his own son, also a convicted felon, and thus saving him from prison time. Oh sure, you are saying that is exactly the opposite of him holding that other felon to account. Well, that’s one way of looking at it. But not the only way. There are others who deserves a pardon. Who, you ask? How about those 250,000,000 people who did NOT vote for a political backwards march of time (most all of whom are working class), who enjoy clean air and water, education, healthcare, and the “common good”. They deserve protection from persecution based on race, ethnicity and the paranoid perception of being declared an enemy by the cleaver-wielding threat that looms just days away, days running away like those wild horses over those hills.

Just a thought.

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What’s in Your Wallet?

What possible explanation is there for this? You know what “this” refers to, right? Too many areas to parse over, dissect, spin and sift through, panning for a nugget of truth. Truth. Based on fact. Fact. Evidence. Proof. Cannot be refuted. And the truth is, November 5th lacked  logical reasoning.

Allow me to enter into evidence:

The Party in power lost. The challenging Party won. Fact. But why? Okay, let’s liken the election to debating what competing credit card company offers the best perks. You’ve seen the advertising format: Card A has this, this, this, that, that that. Card B has this, this, but not that, or that. The consumer would wisely choose Card A. Comparative shopping. The informed consumer. Verifying the surface assertions of Card A. It makes perfect sense.

Like my analogy so far? I prefer not to use the names of the guilty.

Voters had a few choices, but the advertising component was dominated by just two offerings. Not that all the information on either major offering was solely based on paid promotions. News organizations gave each “Card” reportage. Other Cards were barely mentioned. Between the two media modes, there was a lot of surface assertions for the potential consumer to digest. But choosing what to consume based primarily on what that surface shows is clearly not being well informed.

Allow me to further enter into evidence:

Below the surface of Card A was a lackluster, rather obtuse offering of perks. Healthcare, education, climate, immigration, among other issues were, at best, voiced with bland bromides seeking to assure a safe and secure road ahead. One issue, that being Card A’s current foreign policy concerning unwavering support toward a well-armed (even a member of the Nuclear Club) country’s attacks on another unarmed neighbor. Ending that support would have been a huge “perk” for selling its otherwise style over substance political posturing.

However, Card B was even more style over substance. While Card A offered a mannered and very carefully scripted style, Card B was akin to improvisation theater of the absurd. Blather and bombastic performance, as has been its trademark for over a decade now. But below that surface veneer? Card B was not so much about what it stood for as, what a closer examination easily could reveal, what it stood against.

Allow me to enter into evidence:

Card B has made clear it does not support the following: family medical paid leave; universal healthcare; pre-Kindergarten childcare; student loan debt relief; extended childcare tax credit and very much does not support tax increases on corporations or the uber wealthy. In fact, Card B want to eliminate the Department of Education and the Environmental Protection Agency. Oh, there’s even more repugnant “perks” that goes with Card B, but why bother? Card B was picked emphatically over Card A.

Both Card A and Card B were not offering much of anything beyond rhetoric and recklessness. I supported Card C, full of positive perks! But as I alluded to earlier, without major advertising and serious–if any–coverage by the mass media, and certainly without enough critical-thinking, informed, potential consumers. For supporters of Card C, the choice was very simple and logical. But we do not have an electorate that gets too involved in such reasoning when making choices. Card C is still available. But for those who preferred Card B and all that it stands against, I can only hope by the next major Card Offerings they will have wished for more in return. That Card B is VERY expensive. Its horrible offerings apply to anyone in any part of the country.

The choice of Card B, for some who chose any other Card, has led to what is called doom spending. Why not? Max out any and all credit cards. Go wild. Why not? Card A is out of business for the time-being, I’d say. How could it not attract more consumers than its primary competitor who was exclusively offering negativity and nullification? How?! Oh, that’s right. We apparently do not have an adult population that demands better products and services. We seem to gravitate toward junk.

Doom spending? Hey, doom, gloom or wall-to-wall sunshine and satisfaction, we are certainly a nation of consumers. That is always in play.

Caveat emptor.

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While Trying Not to Think About You Know What

Earth is a about 4.5 billion years old. That sure makes me feel better about how old I am in comparison. And earth is rotating around an otherwise insignificant star, in a solar system with billions of dues paying objects caught in its magnetic whatever. And then that system is in a galaxy of other systems. Our galaxy is also next to meaningless given there are BILLIONS of other galaxies and universes all occupying a vast and incomprehensible number of other such deep space habitats. We here on earth–by default–are the only established advanced species know to any astro-physicist, any of whom strive to find other “intelligent” life out there in the cold expanses of space and time. You know, are we alone?

Sure thing. I would assume that as such a yearning for discovering life on another planet is borne of how absolutely and clearly we homo sapiens are our own worst enemy as far as the big picture goes. You or I might be moral and rigorous in our pursuit of harmony, but we are outnumbered, in galactic proportions by those who clearly were born with defective instincts that generate dubious actions. This confounding condition has been documented in a history of one step ahead, two steps assbackwards in human endeavor and outcomes.

I try not think about this lack of determined forward progress too much (notice the title of this posting). Right now, I’m trying to put words onto page to help express where my head is so my thoughts may be interpreted as a form of keen self-reflection. The self-educated Dr. Shrink is IN. The world is an abstraction at this point in my life. My thoughts are best loosely connected. Things fall apart. The center may not hold. You might wonder why I feel that way. Maybe Brain Fog, acute. Who knows?

Ignorance may be bliss but I prefer not to be an ignoramus.

We can get humans to walk on the moon, a massive and impressive accomplishment, but that same rocket science along with a desire to explore atomic energy produced nuclear bombs. Can you say Atomic Clock? Global thermonuclear war? Alway developing new weapons. Yeah, we weaponize anything that has potential to be used to intimidate or terminate a perceived adversary. You know, like the Agent 007 gadgets that look like a shoe or a watch or a pen but have also been weaponized. Peaceniks drafted into past conflicts amount to the individual being weaponized. Enlistees want to be weaponized. It takes all kinds…

I sit here letting my impulses create every sentence, slowly sorting through a lot of existential rubble and ruin, Yeah, be reflective. Own your thoughts and feelings. Try to be calm and clear-eyed about the externals and internals of the day. There are 8 plus billion of us on our orbiting sphere. I am trying to be helpful and positive while knowing it’s all just a state of mind. Individual mindedness. Other people can get in the way of that. How dare one not simply agree with another’s scrawl, pronouncements, orations. Who can you trust to not mess with your mind? Other than your dog, always happy to see you!

We all have metaphorical telescopes and microscopes to examine ourselves and others. Can we be objective about ourselves? Am I a good person? Is anyone always a good person? Am I a bad person? Is anyone always a bad person? Any conclusion is, of course, relative to definition of terms and subject to restrictions and qualifications and may not be valid in all 50 states.

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Two Weeks, Five Days

Including today, October 17, there are 19 days remaining before the Apocalypse! The eruption of Mt. Electoral! Sturm and drang with a chaser of weltschmerz. A catastrophic cocktail of confounding chaos and calamity. The sun might explode. The end of days! No more light. Earth is toast.

Or even worse, 19 days from now, none of the above happens. Kind of like no big deal. The System is intact. Nothing to see here. Get over it. It’s your fault if you are upset. Grow up. This is the real world. Do you not get that yet?! Shut up, quit whining, you petulant malcontents. You’ll have another chance to have your way. Except, the System doesn’t break. It barely bends. So, good luck with channeling your angst and attempting to throw a wrench into the machinery. If the System were easy to gum up, it would have happened by now. The System is infallible. The System works. In fact, if you try to mess with the System, you will be sorry. It does not tolerate logical reasoning or critical thinking, two strategies proven not to work. So, save yourself the pearl clutching, gnashing of teeth, the hand wringing. Go along and get along…

…the System provides for those that work with it. Accept that fact, and take what you can get, which could be a lot. You will still be free to feel you are making a difference, as long as you don’t let yourself think that will matter. The System is your friend, if you simply accept its purpose and importance. You will still be free to think. Just understand that thinking is as far as the System will let that go. Can you just finally accept that? If you are inclined to take action, just make sure it involves nothing more than being a dedicated consumer. Of stuff. That is true freedom. Consume and be content with those choices. Stop thinking there are other choices besides consuming the bounty that the System provides. Live and learn. If there are things you see or read about that distract you from you from your True Purpose to Consume, that is a sign of your weak-mindedness. The System does not create distractions. It works perfectly. Understood?

19 days. The System will be just fine on day 20 , 200 or even 2000. Just wait and see. Why would you want it to fail? It is infallible. There is no plug to pull. It is a perpetual motion machine. Whatever it produces must be the right outcome. Relax. Don’t be afraid. Enjoy the run-up to day 20. Halloween. Boo! Fear can be fun! Trick or treat. Such a fun distraction. Day 20 is just another day. Just another day. Just another day. Just…another…day…another…day…a day…

Okay, okay. Just messing with ya. Haha. To the ramparts! Storm the Bastille! Burn the whole damn thing to the ground! The System sucks. Gotta go. Don’t just think you can do it, know you can do it. Now get out there and bring all the wrenches you can get your hands on. In the immortal words of Kris Kristofferson, Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose.

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Three Weeks, One Day

Tick tick tick. 22 days to go. Until. We find out. Just how. Fucked up. The USA is. I mean, it already is fucked up. It has been fucked up for decades. In my humble opinion, the last time the USA wasn’t terribly fucked up was shortly after WWII. We came out of that global nightmare that cost roughly 75,000,000 lives as a world saved from fascism. Here in the U.S. there came a period of calm and a fairly good standard of living. Blue collar manufacturing and white collar jobs paid a living wage. Even during eight years of a Republican administration in the 1950s it didn’t matter. As one Life Magazine cover story stated back then the U.S. was a nation on roller skates. Drive-in theaters and Hula Hoops were a thing. People raising a family could justifiably feel their tike’s futures were looking bright. That sense of security, safety, peace and prosperity were more than abstractions or wishful thinking.

Then came the 1960s. Some of those “tikes” went off to college. Once there some of them rejected the seeming bourgeois values that the above noted prosperity conferred. Signs of inequality and persecution became visible. Roller skates were tossed off for rolling a joint. Dropping out was in IN. Hula Hoops became hallucinatory drug gyrations. Why not?, they seemed to be saying. Reality was a bit too much for many. The Bomb had been released from Genie’s nuclear lantern, never to be able to ever get it back in. By the end of the 60s decade, JFK, Malcolm X, MLK and RFK  had all been assassinated. A military draft was in effect. Vietnam was a body bag black eye due to the Commie Boogieman having been conveniently created. Jim Crow was being documented for its vicious racism. Civil rights became a street fight. Women indignantly picked their fight and showed feminine might. Protests, sit-ins, and a national Democrat Convention became a police riot in Chicago. The decade ended with the Manson family and the Tate-LaBianca brutal murders. A very unstable decade.

Then came the real 70sShow: Nixon. Then Watergate. then no Nixon. Then an assassination attempt on President Ford. Iran took hostages at the American embassy there, making Jimmy Carter a one-term President. Now comes Reagan and an assassination attempt on him. (Are you sensing a bit of deja vu here yet?).  Are you wondering what this posting has to do with that first sentence up there, the one that invokes only 22 days until we find out…?

Hey, I just figured a little bit of historical review was in order, giving props to a period in the USA when things were a lot better–at least as far as a superficial assessment of the 1950s goes. And skipping Bush I, Clinton, Bush II, Obama, Trump and now Biden and Harris..

Well, skipping all of them as far as what now confronts a nation that is likely campaign-fatigued and welcoming a resolution to all the political rhetoric and rancor that has been the norm for the past several major election cycles. Just 22 more says of this sickening charade of a real democracy. One candidate is a convicted felon (X34) and a convicted (civil trial) sexual molester. Oh, right. And the same candidate undisputably tried to overthrow the government when he lost his re-election bid. But same said candidate has not been arrested for ANY of the convictions or being an insurrectionist. Go figure. Or don’t bother. Clearly, this candidate is Teflon coated. It defies logic. It also is an indictment of the supposedly “opposition” party. The Teflon candidate is free as a result of the current “opposition” party’s Attorney General not doing his job: upholding the rule of law. Clearly! And Teflon’s opponent was the Attorney General for California once upon a time. Which begs the question: if she gets elected, will she have him arrested and tossed in the slammer, where he should be right now? I, for one, doubt it. She is a very weak candidate. She implicitly and sometimes explicitly regurgitates her party’s 21st Century lurching evermore to the Right, the worst of which is a pro-Pentagon, pro military industrial complex mentality, and the ever worse worst of all a pro-Zionist agenda that has US taxpayer dollars paying for weapons sent to a foreign military that uses them to bomb a largely civilian population, including their schools, hospitals, shelters, places of worship and supply depots. Teflon Man or Genocide Gal. What a choice!

But wait. Hold on. Are you sitting down? There are more than these two hideous cartoon characters running for President. Seriously. I am not making this up. But many might think I am. Say what? Who would that be? Never heard of this person. But SHE is real! However, and again, it is the so-called (laughably, at this point) opposition party that has gone out of its way to undermine the most well-known third-party option. This very real but very under-reported other choice seeks to remedy a glaring foreign policy that supports death and destruction, along with domestic social and economic injustice and tackle the existential threat posed by climate change that her opponents gloss over. Those who support this valuable alternative to the evil of two lessors election cling to the hope of even a remote chance of a stunning upset. Unlikely. The System (and it includes the two major political parties, and most critically it includes ALL of the mainstream, and even much of the non-mainstream “news” organizations) is in place to prevent such an unwelcome intrusion into the exclusive Members Only Club of Donkey or Elephant sycophants and acolytes. In other words, the fix is in folks. Those not having wakened up to this repulsive reality will get the government they deserve, that is certain. Those who have awakened to this rigged manner of faking that they actually have any choice at all might at least see a surprise final total owing to their eyes-wide-open activism.

Tick tick tick. 22 days away. Oh for those good ol’ days of roller skating and Hula Hooping and making out in the back seat of the Chevy at the drive-in movie theaters. If not that, then whatever gets you through the night. In the immortal words of Mick Jagger you can’t always get what you want, but you might just get what you need.

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