Monday, December 17, 2018

The Learning Adventures of Conga and Bongo

Ain't nothin' EZ and there's NO SUCH THING as a "Free Lunch" THAT'S what ya gotta understand about the True Nature of the Universe. 

The word and concept of "Free" is one of the cruelest jokes the Universe plays on us.  I have proffered that God is a Stand-Up Comedian.  If you want something you gotta work for it.  But then, there is a Happy "But Then", the Universe is splendid with Miracles.  Here's one rite now, "I draw water, I carry wood." 

I refuse to leave you Kidz with the Half-Filled Half-Empty bi-abolicism that annoys the fuck out of me.  It don't matter if it's half full or half empty if the contents are fucking polluted.  I just want Purity and NOT Shit Purity, I want the Pure Nectar of the Gods.   As a matter of FACT, fuck the glass, I want OCEANS of Purity even if they are disgustingly Beautiful.

I'm gonna leave this here.  I've been at this since 1 a.m. EST America, and I'm out of gas.

The title is about my Little Books for Adult Kidz.  I have plans to do books like Tim Snyder's  On Tyranny ---they are gonna appear at the check-out aisles of Stores and Marts.  I'm gonna make a FRACTOIDKAZILLION dollars and do BIG stuff with it.


Rock steady........steady as She goes....

Sunday, December 16, 2018

Mullified

So when I get a "Cosmic Revelation" I gotta just sit there and mull It over.  For me it was "the thing about Impeaching trump".  Trump is an OBSTRUCTION to American Democratic DECENCY and he's just GOTTA go.  The Problem with Impeachment is the Daunt of Whelm, overwhelming daunt-ed-ness.  It's EZ to get overwhelmed by the dint of daunt.  ALL THAT WORK.  This shit about being "Too Much Work" MEANS you gotta live in the FILTH and SQUALOR of American Degeneracy, Sloth and Political GLUTTONY that can ONLY promote Disease, Plague and Pestilence.  Nobody WANTS that but it would seem that democrats are reluctant to don shoulder pads and tackle the BEAST.  WTF ?  THAT'S what Old Age DOES.  It decreases your desire to take on Tasks that require BIG League Professionalism. 

THAT is why the New Kidz On The Block have an advantage, they're YOUNG or at the least, Young-ER.  They shouldn't be daunted by Whelm or whelmed by Daunt ---at least you'd think. 

That's what I mulled.  I got mired in mull there, at least for a while.  I was a while in Mull.  I was mull-ified.

Rock and Rose

You can have ANY "Vision" you want to have.  I will tell you of this one rock.  I wanted  to move it to a better location, one that would increase the electrical current from a Quartz MONSTER about 3 feet away.  It was the usual Daunt and Whelm.  I could see its path and that path required extensive digging.  Here's the Cosmic Point, In order to move shit, you gotta re-move OBSTRUCTIONS.  This rock wasn't gonna go NOWHERE until I dug it out and dug out a path to its new location.  This rock had GREAT VALUE. Half of it was Quartz, ROSE Quartz,, and its Potential Electrical Ionization gave me INCENTIVE cuz once in Position and combined with the Other Quartz MONSTER I could   V  B    A    E   at a higher Cosmic Frequency. 
                                                 I    R    T
I know it's fucked up but I WANTED "Fucked-Up".  I mean, who doesn't wanna get Fucked by UP ?

I'm just sayin'.

Don't miss the Point.  In order to achieve Movement you GOTTA "Remove Obstructions." 

Cosmic rite ? 

It requires EFFORT to remove Obstructions.

Moving Rock

So now I can tell Youse Gize about Moving Rock, and about how I am Mister America and about Zen and how you GOTTA do 1st things FIRST.  I get to add that EVERYTHING is a "Boot Strap" "Operation"- - - that EVERYTHING requires Vision, Motivation, WILL POWER (in my case Won't Power) and at least a "sense" of a Utopic Aesthetic.  Your Goal should EQUAL your Ability.  For example, just because I can swim a 200 I.M. it DOESN'T mean I'm ready for the English Chanel or Dyann Niakk's "Swim to Cuba".  "Dirty Harry" said it best, "A man's got to know his limitations." 

Zen is "Meat and Potatoes".  Zen is about "doing first things 1st".  Zen is Mystical Common Sense =  "I draw water, I carry wood" converts to = I get chain and Lug-All, I move rock.  There is, however, an Essence.  The "WHY" of things MUST be considered SACRED.  When you're in the Temple you learn that any and all "Free Time" MUST be devoted to Temple Enhancement.  Your DUTY is to make the Temple MORE Beautiful and MORE Functional.  At that Juncture there can be no WHY.  This is what I think we need in America---the importance of DUTY ---unquestionable OBLIGATION to American Democracy.  Here it is that paying Taxes IS NOT ENOUGH.  Here it is that Duty to America is DUTY TO ONES SELF.

I will gag - - - Make America Beautiful Again.

Cock-eyed

I have repeated again and again, over and over, that I value the Ancient Chinese and the Philosophy that "The Individual is the Foundation of the Empire".  I have also echoed Hesse, "A Society rests upon its Artists and Its Criminals".  Oddly and quite profoundly, trump is such an individual and criminal.  Go figure on that.

The "thing about trump" was that he had a "Vision" of America - expressed as, "Make America Great Again".  He lied, cheated,, and stole his way to Presidential Fame and OUR Misfortune.  What I want to scribe is the Vision itself, he had a Vision, Clinton did NOT. 

Great Leaders have these Visions, Malcolm X, Martin Luther King Junior, JFK, Gandhi, Genghis Khan, the list is Long and Impressive - - - ... .  The Deal with "Vision" is that Each and Every  One Of Us  should also have and carry a Vision.  I borrowed from John McLaughlin and his Teacher Sri Chinmoy who poetic-ed "The Emerald Beyond".  I love that.  It's adamantine Utopia. 

The Problem is Acquisition, the HOW do we "get" the Vision to be actualized .
Here it is that "nuts and bolts", steel and lumber, are necessary for Construction and/or Movement.  In my Particular Instance, it's chain, jacks, Johnston Bars and "Come-alongs".  Moving Rock demands Movement, Prying,, Digging,,, and LEVERAGE.

Archimedes =  "Give me a place to stand, and I can move the Earth."
Carole King = "I feel the Earth move under my feet".


Acts As Bold As Love

I wonder that I live on or by vituperative dissonance.  From my Lofty Mountain I disparage, debase,, condemn,,, and mortify Mortal Egregious with only the expectation of dour relief.  I can't get by myself, I can't go back and I constantly get ahead of myself in an effort to express Political Perfection.  It's the Perfection of a Concrete Mason, where "Level" is anathema and "pitch" and "grade" are Industry Standards of "Correct Perception", where "angle" is The Way Of Life.  This THIS is EXACTLY what I have been trying to describe in yesterday's blogs.  Perfection is Relative to the Task At Hand and the Goal of Function. 

Nobody, not one of us, even ME, has been able to "get our shit together and KEEP it together".  American Democrats cannot agree on ANY political "Agenda":  individuals-as-elected-officials value their constituency and their "needs", and as a result, Order and Primary AMERICAN Considerations are blurred, there is no Vision, there can BE no Vision when Personal Interests ( in the form of LOCAL "emergencies") supersede National Well-Fare.   If Folks of LIKE Mind cannot agree to Terms of Engagement, then Folks of OPPOSITE Thinking have NO Chance of Political Reconciliation, Appeasement,, and most definitely,,, Compromise.

I've oft quoted Jimi,
"I know what I want /  but I just don't know /  how to go about gettin' it".

The dems don't even know what they want ----gettin' ANYTHING is therefore OUT of the Question.

Saturday, December 15, 2018

Abomi Nation

A couple of months ago, or it could been 2 years, Some One accurately described the Bitter Chaos of Present Day Exigency, the one where trump's tumults and tempests are the Ways and Means of Governmental Machinations.  It's also the One where there is ADMITTED defeat with regard to the access and availability of Ancient Wisdom, that shit the Builders of the Constitution used to glue French Idealism and Italian "know-how" to bond AMERICAN Ideology.  In short, there was NO FUCKING WAY that the Ancients figure that One Party would COMPLETELY IGNORE the Conditions of Constitutional Exaction and instead SUPPORT a Madman President whose very Essence is one of Democracy Destruction.  "This" was their Impossible, yet their "This" has come into a Fruition of Abject Misery for those of US who have maintained a Sobriety of Values the least of which is Love of "America" and Its IDEA of Egalitarian Justice. 

Egalitarian Justice is epitomized in "We, the People" and in "Justice throughout the Land".  That "It" is fucking bullshit.  We are EATING that fucking bullshit because the 1% are hoarding OUR Resources-as-FOOD.  ALL of Us remember Marie Antoinettes's abomination, "Let the peasants eat cake" and here we are again, NOT as Valued American Citizens but as paupers and peasants, trying to feed off "Crumbs from the Fat Cat's Table".  "Abomination" may NOT cover it.

Death Null

I want to make certain that we grasp the ENORMITY of the political task at hand.  I fear that a sense "change" is expected and with it results that harbinger a "better life" for the Majority of Americans.  I don't see how that's possible. 

Just because the democrats have gained control of the House of  Representatives DOESN'T mean that cataclysmal political reparations are "at hand" or even nearby.  The Senate has ALL the Power and trump wields the Weight of Veto.  Remember that Nixon started all this shit--a madman obsessed with himself and HIS "Vision" of a Presidency with UNLIMITED and UNRESTRICTED Power.  His Statement of Insanity, the one where he deadpanned, "If a President performs ANY operation, by definition, that operation CANNOT be deemed "criminal".  In short the President is NOT (just) Above The Law - - - He IS the Law.  

Recently Wise Men have generated a Rationality that understands the Defense of Political Insanity.  They understand that questioning Presidential "Authority" is questioning the Entirety of America.  Does trump have the Authority to commit High Crimes and Misdemeanors in the Name of Presidential Executive Power ? 

Can the Pres declare the Constitution Null and Void ?

You can see the Problem.

..."Wax on, Wax off"...

I've been trying to build the American "Super-Citi-Zen" while making a half-assed attempt at applying Zen to American Politics in order "cure" a (Religious) Disease
labeled "trumpism".  It's a distillation that renders trumpism as "Cult".  Thing is, I'm uncertain that I've been successful, even by MY standards.

Here's the deal with that.  When I do Sword, EVERYTHING is Sword, INCLUDING "Life".  It's the same when I move Rock, when I Paint,, when I Carpenter,,, Life makes COMPLETE and TOTAL "Sense" when I am absorbed with the "Task At Hand".  However, it makes NO "Sense" to metaphor a Nation's Politics with Occupational Brevity.  The Problem is The Problem.  How many of you in Out There have handled a Chain Saw, Sword,, or have even "pounded a nail" ?  The Metaphor, at that level, DOESN'T "work", it doesn't "apply".  For "It" to "Work" the Metaphor must be available and accessible to All and Every.  I'm obsessed with "All" and "Every".

When Universalism is described by Specificity, Comprehension evaporates.



Super Chisel

Now I COULD hand sharpen the chain but I have hand sharpened it a few several times and now I gotta remove it and put it on my "Jolly" Mini machine.  That "machine"  is Fast & Strong, but it's gratingly shrill,, it tears micro-fibers off your brain,,, and sears the hide-lining off your inner ear.  Really it's thrilling in a grotesque sorta delightful way.  The Jolly Mini evens the saw teeth and returns the so-called "angle of attack" back to Factory Issue.  It make me delirious.

What you WANT a saw to do is "PULL you into the cut".  THEN, and only Then, do you KNOW that it is as sharp as it can be ---- spending time inside a cut is maddening, ESPECIALLY for some asshole like me,, who is fucking LAZY.

But I digress :   the Point is something about "Boot Strap Operation".  A "Boot Strap Operation" is when you want to do tree work but instead of just getting out the saws you need, you gotta do 15 HUNDRED other things FIRST.  It makes a job set up ridiculously excruciating. 

But that aint the Point either....





Slugdugery

I gotta do some tree work on this property.  I'm beaten to a body PULP from the tagging 8th inch plywood to the "ceiling" of the "bend-over" storage space.  Working in a back-breaking, neck-hostile environment SHOULD be "All I Ever Wanted", instead, it's been one trial after another and NOT in the Herculean Realm of HEROIC Under-takings--- except for the   UNDER part I SHOULD take time out to heal, rest,, 
and recover,,, but THAT aint who I am because that "That" leads to my Slug-dugery, the one where I Steve Miller myself to "sit around the house, get high, and watch the tuuube."  That's not good, I mean, it's GREAT but... --- ___ .

The thing is, the saw I WANNA use needs to be sharpened, not the saw,, the Chain..
I could use my Stihl but the Dolmar is just lighter and stronger, plus it runs .404 so when it bites it bites HARD.  The Stihl runs .325 in case you wondered.  Also, the Dolmar starts with two or 3 pulls, the Stihl, is Old and needs severe "coaxing". 

There's a terrific Story on how the Stihl came into my possession, but THAT'S for another Rainy Day.



...like half an ass...

I silently promised You Gize I would write when it rained. Well, it's raining NOW and I don't want to write- - -  I mean, I DO - - - - but I don't.  I'm NOT the BIGGEST FAN of Effort.  I'm like a half-an-ass Fan.  I go from caring enough to "get by" to "Biting- The-Iron-Wall"-fucking-BERSERK.  There ain't no Buddhist "In-Between".  Zen aint like that.  Zen is FULL ASS !  There's a song from the Ancient Musical Comedy "Oklahoma", Some Dizzy Chick belts, "With me it's ALL OR NOTHIN'".  Go figure on that, I'm a 60's Show Girl Song-Stress.  Did NOT see that comin'.

I "know" every Musical Comedy Rogers and Hammerstein CERTAIN.  Blame my Sister.  I do.

In Times Of Yore, I use-ta be able to sit and write for 3 and four hours.  These daze I get stiff and my knees swell making it a CHALLENGE just to get up to relieve myself.  Old age sucks and then it hurts to go and pee.  It's like, I KNOW I can write, that aint the problem, the Problem is my Bod - - - getting IT to sit quietly whilst I distil and ferment Fret. 

I WISH "that" was my only problem... --- ___ .




Saturday, December 8, 2018

"Slippery Fingers".

What we loath and despise about (and "in") trump, what we abhor and incinerate in Others, is Incessant Lying.  Lies disrupt the "Continuity" of Truth. We MUST somehow establish Truth as a PHYSICAL manifestation but of WHAT ?  We sometime hear, "The BODY of Evidence".  Can Truth have a Body ?  Time is icono-graphic-ly depicted as an Old Man With A Scythe.  Justice is a Blindfolded Goddess.  I have elsewhere offered Truth as a "Dakini" a Naked Woman.  But as  Naked Goddess I may have offended Her with a Vulnerability.  If Truth is a Dakini, what is Lies ?  We KNOW that Lies can defeat Truth in the Combat Cage.  It fucking SUCKS that They can be Equals.  Indeed, Lies, Deceit,, and Deception,,, have a POWERFUL Alliance.  What's a One to do in the Face of Such Awesomely Grotesque Adversity ?

You want a laugh ?

We should make Miss America POTUS.

So much for useless metaphor.

I'm leaving this here.


Rock steady........steady as She goes....



Tengu Voodoo

I'm suppose-to be writing about the Neo-American Citi-Zen, a One who contributes to the Wellness and Fare of American Culture, Society and Civilization.  The Steve DeSilva who wrote Yesterday is in Nowhere-To-Be-Found .. instead,  "I" am here, the Cave Man Pond Dweller who NEEDS to write about Time, Relativity, Truth and Relative Truth.  It get's worse.... ___ ---- .

I have written elsewhere of my Tengu Masters.  You Kidz will prob-lee never get to The Demon's Sermon On The Martial Arts but, quite oddly, the Tengu HAVE been "represented" on The History Channel's "Ancient Aliens" you MITE catch a knowledge glimpse of Them there.  The Tengu are FORMIDABLE Task Masters.  They rely on The Power of Sword to E-X-P-A-N-D one's Conscious.  All "Things" are utilized by the Tengu, meaning, tricks, schemes, street dramas and dislocations are used to ensure a qualitative "off-putting" that somehow generates an Inner Balance.  Horrors and Ecstasies are EQUAL tools and weapons.  Great Swordsman are CONSTANTLY "Aware".  This is the Goal of Tengu Instruction.  The Tengu regard Time as a toy.  They have little use for Time, since Mastery is eternally UNAVAILABLE to ALL.  Instead, as I have previously noted, Continuity is Valued as The Absolute.  Time and Truth can be "disrupted".  Continuity, by its very definition, cannot.

The Tale Of The Indian Trial

There was a trial in India.  A woman testified about Some Thing.  The next day, the lawyer asked her an ancillary question with her previous testimony still fresh in everyone's mind.  Incredibly, she recounted a set of statements that, on the surface, REFUTED her words of the previous day !   The lawyer was baffled, as were the others who had heard her the day before.  The lawyer demanded, "What is the meaning of this new testimony ? "   She enigma-ed, "What I told you yesterday was true.  But today is a different day and I am a different person."

I find that Tale absolutely PUNISHING.  Two sets of Truths related by TWO separate "Individuals" who somehow inhabit ONE body. 

I find myself "that" "way".

Can Truth be Truth in the Past ?  How can it be ?  Obviously there can be no Future "Truth" as well.  I mean, you'd think.  But take the example of water being placed in a freezer. The Future Truth is, It will freeze.  How can Truth be subject to the LAWS of Physics ? !! ?   I don't think it can.  Human Truth can NOT be subject to Universal Physics. 

Is there a Cosmic Law of Truth ?????

Sins

When I finished-up yesterday, as I was benching, I wondered what the fuck I had written, did it make any sense, and how the fuck did I end up where I Ended-Up.  Within seconds I forget the titles of the blogs (chapters).  It's an eerie feeling, one filled with dread-as-spice.  I know what causes it, an Old Poet Who Lived By A Pond.  He was happenstanced by a visitor.  Visitor looked inside to see poems in the cracks of the Poet's Cave.  He read them.  Some were beautiful.  He turned to the Pond-er-er.  "These are amazing, why do you not share them ?"  The Cave Man shrugged.  "These are sins.  I write the poems on the water's Surface where they should remain."

 I want that--to be free---.  But I have an Ego, the Pond aint enough.

Today I wondered if Truth is relative to Time.  How the fuck would that even work ?
I wondered if it's the way Steve Winwood lays it out, "Time is a River / flowing through to Nowhere".  Is Time a River ?  Is THAT what carried me to Ended-Up ?  I wondered that my writing is just a description of   The Land That Time Passed By.

What's THAT all about ?





Crap sap

Sorry about yesterday. I left for a moment and when I returned I couldn't get back onto the In-turd-net.  I don't know why that happens.  I have multiple conspiracy theories, all make me delirious.  I have issues---deep, hard driving,, and pernicious,,, all and to the last.

I don't like revisiting waste land.  Once I exit a territory it becomes Skull and Crossbones toxic.  My psyche is contaminated by Suspicion and another word for potential-repeat-discovery that just will not surface.  I use the image of a Maple Tree sap-tap. Once I remove it, I'm hard-pressed to position it, precisely, at the EXACT spot.  Creative (juices) Sap varies with Location.  Plus, I HATE reading myself a day later.  Even the Good Stuff appears to be penned by a Some One Other.  I read my shit and wonder, Who the fuck wrote this crap ?  I never know . . . .  To get closer, I figure I'm "tapping" the Tree of Knowledge.  This allows me to be a "conduit" free of Responsibility. 

It doesn't help that Time changes conditions.  It's not as if I can maintain a focus either.
Good Writers can.  I have a fly mind, I flit and fritter about.  I also have a monkey brain.  A Fly mind and a Monkey Brain.

What a combo....


Friday, December 7, 2018

Romancing the Stoned or Overcoming Inertia

"Overcoming Inertia" isn't the greatest title for ANYTHING except Overcoming Inertia.  An object "in motion" has Inertia, so to an object "at rest".  Inertia, it would appear, has EVERY aspect, trait and characteristic, of Zen Perplexity.  Inertia is BOTH "Movement" and "Stillness" at the EXACT Same Time.  What's not to love ?

There is the infuriating aspect of Status Quo that is somehow Inertia GUARANTEE !!
The American Government is, for all intents and purposes, "DEAD in the Water" and still "things" are getting done, Life goes on and on with not only abject simplicity but with a subjective complexity that borders on Political Mysticism.  Folks don't know HOW things "work", HOW are they to know when things DON'T Work ? 

We experience Politics.  Politics is a "Sensation".  You can see the Problem.  The Solution is Zen because Zen gets to BEFORE Sensation.  Pretty tricky but VERY "Real". 

The Reality of Inertia is that OUTSIDE Forces direct its Trajectory.  We gotta take that slow as we organize the ramifications.  Here's the first consideration :  The Status Quo MAY not have Internal Forces that execute Movement or Stillness but what it DOES have is "Mass".  The Status Quo has GREAT "MASS".  It takes unbelievable POWER to make it Move or make it STOP Moving. 

That's where I come in.

Boulder crowd around you

I'd LOVE to write, "BIG things amuse BIG Minds" but I can't.  I mean, I just DID, but I can't "Can't" because moving boulders that weigh just under 437.34278 pounds AINT the measure of Philosophical "Greatness", instead, it's "Up There" with "The Little Engine That Wheezed, 'I Think I Can' ". 

What I am SUPPOSE-TO "be doing" is devising the Infrastructure for "The Politics of Zen".  Marc Fortin once diagnosed, "The SICKEST People go to the STRONGEST Cure" --- a microscopic essay on the Reality of Zen Practice.  The MEANING is straightforward even if it is enigmatical.  MY "Thinking" is that Christianity has "run its course" in American Democracy and that Corruptionism is a Disease that can be arrested by the Use and Practice of Zen Principles, THAT'S my Speculative THEORY.

The Question in my teeny-tiny monkey-mind is imbecilically simple, What would a Capitalist Democracy "look like" were it to have Zen as its "Guiding Light" ?

Now that Description is HIDDEN among the Bolders and Rocks of Bewildering Inertia, at least, for ME it's Hidden.  All I gotta-do is MOVE those Boulders and dig OUT those rocks in order to uncover Secrets. 

I am in need of SERIOUS "Professional Help".

Multifarious Malicious-tudes.

I gotta be honest with ya' Kidz, If my body wasn't so god-damned mangled I'd be outside doin' stuff.  Urgency and I are have a RELIGIOUS Intimacy that manifests as NON-STOP  Now This, Now That.  When you trust that Meteorologists are LYING to you, the Universe dun Blows UP when Truth is actualized.  I was mentally-ill-prepared for Freezing Temperatures and Frozen Grounds.  It's hard enough to do even the simplest tasks at my age, for instance, just FINDING the Chalk [Plumb] Line can be a Lewis and Clark EXPEDITION into the TWILIGHT ZONE.  I have 4, maybe 5 even, and I still can't find The One that I WANT.  What I AM "discovering" is all this shit that REALLY needs my UTMOST Attention, like NOW, is distressingly resistant to MIRACULOUS EXIGENCY, so rather than dogged and intrepid I am helter-skelter and incipient but not in any GOOD way.  I trudge, I plod.

I can't stay focused because really BIG shit gets in my way.  I gotta do stump extractions and chain "mail" HUGE Boulders just to get a flimsy scintilla of recondite jurisprudence of the "Kitchen Table" order.  As I mentioned above, just getting tools MAYBE a Ritual of Transcendence that alters Reality and manipulates my Consciousness.  And when I finally complete a task it MAY look WICKET FUCKED UP and that causes me to sit down on my Throne of Crystal Magic and berate my own Philosophy of Magnitude. 

I don't even know what that means.

Saturday, December 1, 2018

Ignore Anus

See how gross that title is ?  THAT'S how I get your attention. LMAO.

I routinely IGNORE the Universe's Directive to sit in front of this screen and conduit Universal Knowledge.  Dr. Ken Ring advised me that my "job" was to restate Time Tested and Time Traveled Cosmic Axioms in order to refresh and restore Tradition-As-Wisdom.  Such is the Nature of modernizing the Classics, such as "The Three Little Pigs" and Little Red Riding Hoodlum, see what it did there ? I added "lum" to hood to modernize it.  Little Red Riding Hood becomes a metaphor for the Drug War Refugees who seek Political Asy-lum in the U.S. where EVERYTHING is NOT Too Hot, NOT Too Cold but Just RIGHTEOUS.  In MY head Little Red is BIG Red, a Criminal Trespass-er who is subject to Bear LAW.  Here it is that abject Innocence is purgative BLASPHAME.  Little Big Red, in modern times, is subject to the PRE-EXISTING Law of the Land, the one that decries, even in the face of Adversity, one's "right" to escape personal calamity AT THE EXPENSE OF NATIVE INDUSTRIES. 

Listen Kidz I KNOW I'm "on the 'worng' side" of this one.  I can't help myself.  When you Gize wonder why I DON'T write everyday it's because I CAN'T.  I WANT  to be level headed and scale balanced but sometimes my personal experience, such that it is and ISN'T, blocks me like a Wall.

I think the Universe is DEMANDING me to  attend to, at least, state what is Obvious.

This thing about stories and myths ---  they E-X-P--A---N----D your Consciousness.

THAT'S the deal --  that's MY deal.

Those 5, count 'em F-I-V-E staples MEAN "Start using your HEAD".


Rock Steady, Rock Steady Baby, What it is what it is. 

"Whaddya got --- a hair across your ass ?"

I mean, as a writer, you are ALWAYS on the search for deliverable accents, those items that add texture, richness and FLAVOR to otherwise anti-droll, mundane and BORING text, the kind that DEADENS reader interest.  I could type, "I was obsessed with the urgency of the task, OR I could use, "It's like I had a hair across my as to get that goddamn shed put together".  A  hair across your ass-HOLE is more correct --there's that disgusting level of personal intimacy that "grosses-out" EVERYBODY and THAT'S what you should be lookin' to do 'cuz THAT gets and KEEPS your readers' attention. 

THAT'S what I had yesterday, a hair across my ass.  I felt URGENCY to get the min-storage unit assembled and I chose to IGNORE my "Gut Feelings" that "Today is NO day to work because you just had eye surgery and you should be INSIDE resting and recovering LIKE ANY NORMAL PERSON !" 

If only it were "Just That".

It was more SOOOOOOO Much More.

Horton hears a WHO

Many of us are quite familiar with the colloquialism "pound some sense into" as in "All I wanted to do was grab him by his throat and pound some sense into him".  I'm like, hard-pressed to understand HOW "Sense" is "pounded" "into" somebody's FACE.

Maybe it's because the face is as close as we can get to his brain, which also makes  no sense.  I LOVE using the IMAGE of grabbing someone by his throat and beating his face into a bloody PULP because it soothes me, like, relentlessly.  For some of us, abject physical violence IS a guarantee of MENTAL "Relief".   It's why I hit the speed bags and kick my heavies.  After I release Energy I FEEL better.  The bags and the training are DESIGNED to take a beating.  I'm certainly NOT pounding any "Sense" into them so much as I am pounding "Sense" into ME.  Funny how that works.

So yesterday the Universe saw fit to "pound some sense" into me by pushing an 82 X 48 inch 2 x 6 DECK onto my head.  That's why I needed the 5, count 'em, F-I-V-E staples and the CAT SCAN.  Apparently the Universe HAD sent me Some Knowledge that I had steadfastly and obsequiously REJECTED.  I told you Kidz, I'm a fucking Know-It-All, so Who did the Universe thing it was to send ME shit I was gonna ignore, like, ANYWAY ? ? ?!!!!! 

Well I'll tell you   MIGHTY,  BIG and AWE-FULLY POWER-FULL, that's Who.

Diabolicism

You Kidz may recall that I posited the abject NECESSITY to harness ALL of one's "Faculties" in order to divine "Truth" and survive propaganda and sensory bombardment that seeks to explode our Values and Idealism.  Treachery and Diabolicism has RADIOACTIVE ramifications.  Political Detonations tear our Faces of Reality OFF.  Trump's infantile FANTACIES are then used as "reconstruction".  I refer to them as Myths.  Media-atics refer to "it" as "The Narrative",  they say "Trump is controlling the Narrative".  The "Narrative" IZ "what we live by".  I have aggravated that the Constitution as well as the Declaration of Independence are also MYTHS, and that These Two parallel BIBLICAL "Narratives".  It's EZ to see that our Civilizational Mores and Morals are derived  from the 10 Commandments and, further back, and my personal FAVS, Homer's The Iliad and The Odyssey.   I hold as "True" the Values represented in these Stories and Myths.  When All is "told" we live by Stories and Myths. 

Now I'd like nothing more than to drag you kidz over terrain we have ALREADY hard-scrabbled, thing is, I have 5, count 'em, F-I-V-E staples in my scalp because I DIDN'T "go with" my "gut feelings". 

Here's the first knowledge, LISTEN TO YOUR GUT.

Remember, Your Brain has ITS Brain, your Body has ITS Brain, your Heart has ITS Brain, as does your Soul.  The "Brain" of your Body IZ your "Gut". 

The Brain of you Gut is FAST, wayyyyyyy faster than your Brain's Brain.  We refer to it as one's "Gut Reaction".  We FEEL well before we Think and Reason.

The Humilitarian

I've complained that trump and I have (share) traits and characteristics.  In the Universal COSMIC Scheme Of Things we ALL share "Commonalities" requisite with our Human Status.  It would then be deemed  'appropriate" to acknowledge (with sordid care) even the vast Negatives of trumpian Childhood Psychology and I have done so with fetid alacrity.  It pisses me off that trump declares that HE is the smartest man in the Galaxy because it's ME not HIM who holds that Esteem.  I made MYSELF King Know-It-All at the same time I deemed myself the Most Awesomeist Humilitarian of ALL TIME .  Geritatric Senility makes strange read-fellows.

Recently trump declared that his "Gut" "Is more smottah" than Other Peoples' Brains.
On the surface, trump's inability to think in and construct whole and complete sentences SHOULD be cause for astringent exasperation - - -  I've often used "moronic imbecility" to describe his flagrant misuse of Street and Gutter Carnal Ir-rationality ---  that's MY Realm.  However, his Proclamation of Ego-Driven Stupidity made me sit up and take 2 hits of "Advil".  You recall my ongoing effort to construct a Neo-American, a One that REQUIRES Governmental Policy Monitoring as Obligational DUTY to one's Self, and one's Community ---  and here "Community" is parallel to Fareed Zakaria's "Global Public Square."  The Neo-American IZ R.D. Laing's The Politics of Experience.  I have argued elsewhere that it was erstwhile and steadfast COMPLACENCY that was the medium in which Corruption was to FLOURISH. 

Please allow this shift of metaphor :  "While the Cats away, the rats will prey".

It's like that - - -  sorta.

Saturday, November 17, 2018

Guaran Tease

I GUARANTEE you Gize, when Fortin was in the Temple with me he had NO "plan" to get to Poland and lead the Eastern Bloc to Zen Buddhist Sword Glory.  When Gallogly and I were living in Barbara Manor, he had NO conception of his FOUR-TIME  Immaculate Conceptions.  Listen Kidz, LIFE DOES NOT WORK THAT WAY !!!!

There ARE, however, True Individuals that can actually SEE their Fate, Karma and Destiny(s) with LASER BEAM INTENT-SITY, and attend to their private executions with DEVOTED SAGACITY.  Their lives parallel, in one sense, the lives of Child Prodigies, whose Past Lifetimes have ASSURED them GUARNATEED COSMIC FAVOR within their chosen Discipline.  They are Blessed indeed.

For the rest of Us, ours is to be cloaked by layers of dirty Karma, Karma that MUST be cleansed, like sins that MUST be expiated, in order for our Destinies to be revealed, for Heaven to give us out Purpose.

In the meantime, when God sends you a Boulder Buster, then, by ALL and ANY Means, start Busting Boulders.  This Ritual Activity, and that of Day-to-Day Callings, act as a preparatory medium that will provide foundation for your Cosmic Relevance.

"Have in your hold, the Great Image, and the Empire will come to you."

Believe it.


Rock steady........steady as She goes....



HILTI Skillty

During A Way Long Time Ago I tried to figure HOW Marc, David and I were connected, like, in Past Lifetimes, an' junk.  Marc and David are POLAR Opposites, and my Bi-Polar-ism allows me to polar bear both of their Existences with UTMOST Reverence.  Marc has already built THREE Zen Buddhist Temples, has a FLOURISHING Martial Arts Garden AND he and his Family have just returned from Poland where he and his gave lectures and demos for the Salvation of Eastern Bloc Zen Swords'men Wanna-bees.  PLUS Marc has his own Zen Garden and Zen Landscapes business.  He is a Boulder Buster.

While running Boston with Mayor Menino, Gallogs raised FOUR KAPPA Daughters who are currently transforming the Nation as Ireland origined Educators.  Gallogs is presently overseeing the Repair and Reconstruction of his Religion Structure. 

I do twitter and rite blogs.

Somebody shoot me.

I always figured to be famous for writing about THEM.

I have the Myth in drafts.  But ------------I'm lazy.

The Catcher With The Wry

Back in The Day, the hottest question was "What is the MEANING of Life ?"  Only mental Heavy-Weights bothered to burden themselves with such esotericism.  Answers ranged from "Life HAS no Meaning" to "The Service to God"---then, Nietzsche had to go and kill God making Life devoid of Meaning, which was OK for nihilists and hedonists for that matter, but left the Rest of us scratching our heads.  We were left with, the Meaning of Life is to Fuck all we can and Die.  Cruelly unattractive at best, at worst, funny and urbane. 

These days we struggle with, "What is the PURPOSE of Life ?"  I have a rough time figuring if IT is any better.  It does, however, suit ME. The Purpose in MY Life is to inform, console and Guide.  I warned you Kidz, I'm the Catcher With The Wry.  You'd think that THAT "would be enough", Ultimate WORLD Salvation ain't for the feint of Heart, and I'm FEARLESS when it comes to sitting on my fat fucking ass contriving vituperative dissonance with which to beat and batter pernicious plutocrats.  I'm GREAT at doing nothing !

If only I could generate a fortune by ACTUALLY doing nothing !

Woe is me.

Bolder or Bust

We still gotta traverse some territory we set foot on yesterday.  I began our trek with a spurious, What happens when God sends you a HILTI TE-56 Hammer Drill and a Yashica 35mm Camera, a one you've wanted your entire adult Life ? 

I gotta take things back to their Source.  Besides writing poetry I always figured that my ritual reveries afforded access to an artists camera-atic vision.  My High School classmate Rob Shields won the Newport Art Festival during our Friendship Before Got Married.  I knew my way around his cameras, enlarger and dark room.  So there was that. 

The Larger Question has Cosmic Ramifications.  Somewhere, somehow I ALWAYS felt that the Universe had something Significant for me "To Do".  Don't misunderstand, when I was a t U.Conn. ALL I wanted to do was get my Degree and Bail Out into Reality.  It wasn't until I had the Meeting With The Invisible Messenger that I felt the Universe had rescued me so that I could execute Cosmic Decree.  Thing is, WTF was that Decree ?

That's where I am rite now, in La-La Land where I have UNLIMITED URGENCY to devise Some Sort of Artistic Agenda, be it of the Martial Arts or Writing Folk Tales, Fairy Tales, Fables and/or Camera-ing.

I suffer from "Grandma Moses" Urgency.

Friday, November 16, 2018

Whipped Scream

I "found" the text at the Town Dump.  I shit you not.  It was in the Town Dump's Free Library, an UN-electrified, (NO LIGHTS) concrete-block-what-looked-to-be-an-old- Milk House-type structure.  I almost feinted from whipped cream delight.  Here now my beloved Perceval, Tristan & Isolt, Sir Gawain & the Green Knight, and of course who cold forget Aucassin & Nicolete ?  Well ME, me forget.  I had to ask myself WHY the Universe saw fit to "Send" me those Romances.  And WHY the Dump ??? ! ?

Listen Kidz, in AA there is a chilling caution, "Be careful what you wish for".  It means that once you wish for something, it is ALREADY "on its way".  When I just TOUCHED the anthology I was FLOODED with Romance Whimsy and nauseous vicissitudes.  I had survived Jambec and his Damsels by sheer love of learning.  I suffered and suffered greatly.  Where I had hoped for a B only a strong C came my wayward way.  But THAT ain't the point.

The Point was the book, I had asked and had Received.  It scared me then, terrifies me now.

Secret Manifestations

So one time in the Secrets and Manifestations Realm I had "Sent Out" for an anthology titled Medieval Romances, a Required text for Dr. Jambec's Medieval Romance Course, you may recall I described that Course in one of my Earlier-est Blogs because I was the ONLY Male in that SEA of FEMALE Jambec Devotion-ists. the Class was in the School of Education, a Place where Future Teachers of America wore heels, skirts and blouses DESPITE Storrs's sometimes ARCTIC Climate.  These chicks were gonna teach Common Sense ? ! ???  I don't think so.   But nonetheless there I had to be.  I recall getting to the first class EARLY so I could grab a desk next to the windows.  When I arrived the room REEKED of perfumes.  The place was PACKED.  Jambec WAS ALREADY AT HIS DESK shuffling papers.  I was psychotic.  I had to pass in front of him in front of the class to get to the only window lounge-desk I sorely needed.

As I passed in front he did NOT look up, I heard him whisper, "Mister DeSilva" not "Good morning Mister DeSilva" --- just "Mister DeSilva".  He OBVIOUSLY knew I was in his class and that I WAS THE ON LY MALE.  It weirded me out.  I slunk to my window like skank-ass no-know hobo.

The guy who could fly 50 yards.

The story titled "Seeking Yashica" SHOULD begin with "Once upon a time in the Mind-Light Temple".  I mean, like, I WISH it could begin "like that".  With THAT title I could describe Student Fortin as moving around the Zendo floor wielding Camera, as similar to Dave Gallogly's almost spiritual GRACE on Ice when he wields Hockey Stick.  Ya know Kidz, you can forgive Gallogly for being so fucking GREAT because he went to La Salle Academy where Hockey RULES.  With Fortin and his camera, it just pissed me the fuck OFF.  Fortin was GREAT at everything except Humility.  When I went to compliment him on his camera he just shrugged it off with Tabor Academy condescending hostility, as if to imply, "What the fuck do YOU know about cameras ?"  I didn't shrug it off ---Fortin could infuriate me like no other human being, he was THAT good.  Somehow through all his bullshit vomit he MAY have spat, "All you need is a Yashica."  DECADES later . . .

But that AIN'T the title. 

By the way. I can do the swimming stroke "Butterfly" for 50 yards.  In swimming vernacular, Butterfly, is reduced to "Fly"---hence the above title.

I just wanted to brag.....

...max-out to the HILT-I...

I felt it would be adorably clever to preface a question with, We KNOW God wants us to make lemonade when He "gives" ( or sends ) us lemons - - - and then to query =  but what is SUPPOSE to happen when he sends us a "Hilti" TE-56 [Super-Professional] IDUSTRIAL SIZE Hammer-Drill along with a "Makita" [Super-Professional] INDUSTRIAL SIZE Angle Grinder with 2 Stone Grinding Wheels AND a 40 pound bag of MAGIC BOULDER BUSTER DUST ? ! ? ! ???  And WOULD that it were to be just THAT.

In the Tao Te Ching Lao Tzu codes,
"Never allow yourself to have desires
  In order to observe Its Secrets.
  But always allow yourself to have desires
  In order to observe Its Manifestations."

Supposedly we are allowed to "Send Out" as my Hero Ken Kesey once described in his Sometimes A Great Notion.  Thing is, you gotta "Send Out", ASK for Stuff, with a Clear Mind and a Pure Heart, otherwise it's just selfish Egoism that denies a Spirituality that REWARDS abject Humility.  Interestingly, Getting What You Desire MAY or MAY NOT take YEARS, even DECADES. 

So now here comes the tale of "Seeking Yashica".

Messyironic Skull-Sluggery

I'm writing today our of Guilt, Unworthiness, Sluggery, (that's the Art of Being a Slug), and because I CAN'T go outside to task the property because THERE'S SNOW ON THE GROUND and technically WINTER HAS ARRIVED.  There's also the deal that I have a NEW eye.  Yesterday Dr. David Rivera ultrasounded my cataract, vacuumed it, and then inserted a lens that made my vision 20-20.  For the first time in my LIFE I can see.  Come to discover, the World AIN'T dingy and moldy, it's bizarrely CLEAN and BRITE.  But that ain't why I'm here doing this NOW. 

I missed Marc Fortin's Birthday cuz I was so fucked-up with the Mess of Life that is the OPPOSITE of Messianic - - - Messy-Ironic is a better grasp.  I USED-TO miss Dave Gallogly's Birthday cuz I had HIM set-up to take on my Son-I've-Only-Seen-Once's Birthday which is August 14th.  Dave's is August FOURTH.  I'm completely "no-good" with Names, when it comes to B-days "4-ged-about-it".  It ain't like some folks who are born on Christmas Day, like my father was.  How you gonna forget THAT ?

I have some Urgency which I must expound --- today's the Day.



Fects

Hey Kidz ---  I know it's been eleven days since my last confession and it's time to kneel before you guys and dolls (while I'm sitting on my ass) and to get you updated on the Comings and Goings of Grampa Whole Ass.  My "selfs" have been scattered because of my volcanic activity --- you wanna believe that I can get and KEEP my shit together but that's warm yak shit and cool camel drool.  You Gize KNOW I pride myself on my ability to STAY Insane, Insanity being the hall mark and floor register of "Outside the System".  But sometimes my supposed "Diamond" Mind gets faceted and returned to nothing more than lumps of coal, not even anthracite but bituminous, the soft and shitty kind.  It seems that Prevailing Pressure subverts the authenticity of Pure Intent, reducing it to Escapist Cynicism and NOT the Good Kind either.

My make believe "job" is to render perceptual fat into viable Essence, meaning, the Contaminated Sensory Bombardment we experience through Media Artillery MUST be "reduced" from GIGANTIC interpersonal ex-PLOSIONS, to bite-size assimilation-al morsels.  When Information is "weaponized" it is necessary to provide a protective filtration system that diminished its af-fects and ef-fects.

Thing with me is, sometimes the bombs "done blowed me the fuck UP".  Frustration, (in me), begets a Fury over which I lose control.  I can't THINK when I get fucked-up.  The Media Explosions, trump's relentless Sensory Invasion, destructions a Chaos where Confusion blinds us from ANY Location of Reason, Pure Sight, and True Sound.

By the time the dust settles and the smoke clears, eleven days have transpired.

Monday, November 5, 2018

STOP TRUMP NOW

One of my Psychology HEROES quoted himself by formalizing, "You can judge a man by the amount of Suffering he has endured." 

The catastrophic underpinning of Martial Arts AIN'T "Discipline" it's SACRIFICE.  If you want to get ANYWHERE in the Arts you gotta SACRIFICE.  That's all there iz PERIOD [ . ]

THIS is where Ideology confronts REALITY.

This is the problem-as-solution when viewing both trump and the Hag - - -  In their lives THEY HAVE HAD TO SACRIFICE NOTHING !!!!  All things have been GIVEN them by their Parents, Teachers and Business Others.  THEY HAVE NOT EXPERIENCED OUR SUFFERING !  How could they have ?

How can WE, those of us that have known and LIVED by Sacrifice, trust THEM to hold OUR Values as Sacrosanct ? 

Clearly, we CAN'T !!!!

I ain't gonna ask my fellow Citizens for Much, I'm gonna ask them to, for one day, SACRIFICE their time and go and Vote.

If Voting is as close as we get to being HEROIC then BE BRAVE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Rock steady.......steady as We go....





Woe as Rampage

Trump tells "The Tale of Woe and Rampage" which claims America is War-beset by Fury-driven Journalists and a Raging Mob of Democrats incensed by Liberal Utopianism.  Republicans are CONTENT with animalizing CHILDREN into Cages while Democrats want to feed, clothe, home and educate those same CHILDREN. 

Which Story do you want to believe ? 

I've asked myself and members of my Group [One Flower Zen] what would be the nature of Zen Buddhist Politics. 

The answer that surfaced, at least on my end, was based upon Simplicity as PURITY. 
It has been recorded, "Hungry ?  Eat, Thirsty ?  Drink."  Democrats have missed this Purity by thousands of Light Years.  The Democratic Story SHOULD be based upon Kitchen Table Ideology.  "Charity begins at HOME" but spreads to Community AS IT MUST !!! 

Republicans have DENIED their OBLIGATION to PAY THEIR TAXES.  Their Story is "The BIG Bad Wolf Who Guards The Hen House". 

Republicans figure WE OWE THEM for being "Around". 

When they get hungry they slaughter and butcher US. 

As if that ain't enough, they want to be PAID for killing and eating US.

That's some story.

De-mock-rat-see

Listen Kidz, Democracy devoid of Humanism AIN'T "Democracy" at all - - -  it's De-MOCK-rat-see.   My Guy and HERO Arnold Toynbee reconfigured Reality with Capitalism devoid of Democracy becomes a merciless Mercantilism .  American Democracy is foundationed upon Capitalism.  A Recent BIG Brain hallowed, "Capitalism has failed America" as if WE are the CAUSE of Capitalism, I mean, we ARE, only in that Capitalism is a HUMAN Abstract Conception --- the thing itself is subject to Manipulation.   Suppose Democracy had as its Foundation, Socialism ?   suppose Capitalism had Socialist Components that GUARANTEED "Competition".  Gallogly et al have presented the failure of Capitalism because of the Lack of Competition.  In order for Capitalism to be HEALTHY it NEEDS Competition.  No competition means Capitalism becomes BLOATED by eating itself.  Prices DO NOT reflect Health but DO reflect the filth and squalor of Gluttonistic Damn-Nation.  The Nation be DAMNED.  

Here's my Story.  Trump ain't Human.  Our Nation is Damned.

The Barbarian Bewilder-beast

I DIDN'T "Set my clocks BACK" because I WANTED to RE-LIVE that HOUR.  Psychologists refer to "it" as "Magical Thinking", the kind and sort of Liddle Kidz, who don't know shit about Reality and DON'T CARE TO KNOW.  I don't EXACTLY live in Magical Thinking Land but I vacation there FREQUENTLY.  I'm no good with Reality - - - but here's the Deal with THAT - - - guy's like trump deal in Reality MANIPULATION.  Above all else, trump MANIPULATES Reality in order to suit his "just now" needs, and these "Needs" are a plethora of Horror and Terror. 

Trump Magic thinks that just by "tweeting" he can "run" a Nation.  Trump treats the Armed Forces as TOYS.  Soldiers are his TOY Soldiers.  Trump can't "see" he is a Hitler Wanna-be.  When trump looks into the Hitler Mirror he CAN'T see himself, Vampires can't see themselves in ANY mirror, (Mythology as Revelation) - - - I'm jus' sayin'.

What's-her-first-name Kearns Crone-Sages that "The Guy Who Tells The Story Of The Nations LEADS The Nation."  She directs our attention to the "Story" told by trump and how IT is "leading" our Nation.  You can see the problem.  Trump is a madman.

For me, trump is the Engineer on the Crazy Train and he's "leading" us into The Acme Tunnel painted on the mountainside by Wile E. Coyote.

Catastrophe awaits our Power Addicted "Casey Jones".

Kearns catastrophes, "The Democrats don't have a Story".

All they have are Dreams, Fantasies and Phantasmagoria.

Cultural Humanism

With So Much at stake in tomorrow's Midterm Elections, you'd think I'd be all hepped-up to Proclamize some sort of Pericles-ian Exhortation, a One that would MOVE an ENTIRE Nation toward Political SANITY.  Ya know Kidz, I gots the ABILITY I just don't got the TALENT.  Clearly, with the END OF THE WORLD at hand, this is NO TIME to lay out my plans to dis-arm my War Wagon and build, not one, but TWO new storage "areas" for my Harley and the Cement Mixer.  The Story of My  Micro-Mini Green Board lies in wait, like a cat in comatose THREAT.  I KNOW where I want it, I just don't KNOW if THAT Place is the PERFECT Place, because it will be on the Cellar Door, and therefore will swing open and swing shut.  All that swinging ------  I don't know if I can handle it.

I had visions of pumpkin heads abounding in my filed of schemes.  I had plans to empty my Book of Revelations of all the "Trump-is" and "Trump is like" scratches, scrawls and skitterings so you Kidz can have ammunition to berate your Friends and Family Members, those of the Walking Brain Dead who single issue Sanity DEFIANCE, the Those that think a vote for trump DOES NOT bind them to the Sub-Human CRUELTY and Perversional Criminality that manifests as Trumpunism. 

I say, ask your Female Friends and Family Members if they are ready to have their vulvas violated by trump's paw.  I say, ask your Friends and Family Members WHY they voted to treat CHILDREN as WILD ANIMALS, and Journalists as ENEMIES OF THE STATE !!!!  

I say, a Vote for ANY republican is Vote to END American Life As We Know It.

Republicans can no longer claim ANY aspect of Cultural Humanism.




The Toilet Tissue Issue

I'm all messed up.  I don't know what I should describe, my inability to adjust to the
"new" "Time", what we call in America, "returning to Eastern STANDARD Time", which advents the GAIN of an ENTIRE Hour ---  OR --- my inability to locate the rite size Allen's Wrench so I can remove a toilet-roll-holding-fixture that is driving me BERSERK !!!

I have, like, 100,000,000,000 million ZILLION Allen's Wrenches.  I have many several THOUSANDS in clear plastic containers BUT NOT THE SIZE I NEED.  It's a "Dog Gone It" situation, "Oh where oh where has my little dog gone, oh where oh where can he be ?"  I vacillate from making a "hard target search", to wanting to C-4 the entire Tools Museum. 

I must keep reminding my Ego/Self, "This ain't Life or Death"  but I gotta confess Kidz ,

IT'S LIFE OR DEATH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The toilet-tissue-roll-holding-fixture is where it needs to be, rite beside the toilet, but it's in the WORNG space for ME !  See what I did there ?  I spelled Wrong wrong by spelling is W-O-R-N-G ! 

I need professional help ----  SERIOUS Professional HELP.

Monday, October 29, 2018

Dudley Choat

I'm not gonna kill "Chatterley" for you kidz nor will I complain about Steinbeck's finish of "Wrath'.  I WILL say that the Hero in "Chatterley" DOES fuck the shit out of a ravishingly beautiful Elitist, a seeming oxymoron, and Steinbeck DOES offer a Vision of Maternal Compassion that belies Reason-ality but again, that's the way IT goes.

I have my punching bags set up because I get to punch out those aspects of my own Ignorance which Demon me unmercifully.  I punch my self to Out, that aspect of Rage Sublimation which begets a health of Mindlessness and Body Submission.  I'm better when I beat myself up.

I'm figurin' to leave this at healthy.

I had just finished buying and installing a new radiator ad exhaust system for my Dodge D-500 Stake Body dump Truck.

I got in and turned the key.  There was a crash and caggle.  I looked under the hood.
The fan had busted loose, torn through the radiator and a blade had lodged in a brand new battery.  I pulled the hood down and stepped off the bucket.

My neighbor was outside and had heard the clank of disaster.

"You ok ? What happened ?"

I told him, man to Man.

He said, "I may have something for you."

Next morning there was a radiator from Only God Knows Where AND a new used battery.

I broke into tears and ran to his door.

He would accept NO Promise of Re-Payment. 

This was the Act of a TRUE American MAN.


Rock steady........steady as He goes.

Sewer Water Slush

There's a Passage in Steinbeck's The Grapes of Wrath that turned my guts to sewer water popcorn-ed shit slush.

The Hero / Protagonists is suddenly caught in a reverie of Atrocity.  He stands near an Orange Tree Grove, and sees the ground MASSED with Vitamin C laden Value, a Value that could alleviate the nutritional NEED of THOUSANDS of Famine-stricken AMERICAN CITIZENS.  He stands at Transfixed as his Mind sees the Farmer spray the oranges with a toxin that PREVENTS Human consumption.  He would rather DENY Life than have his profitlessness be Compassionate Relief. 

I don't know how Steinbeck was able to get that shit out. 

My eyes tear now and it has been YEARS  - - -

Heartlessness can't POSSIBLY "Cover it" but aye SUB-HUMAN CRUELTY comes close.

That's where I am.  Transfixed in incensed.

Incensed

It "ain't like" every morning I get incensed, I mean I do.  In fact I light a stick of incense when I get incensed.  It fucking KILLS  me that "incense" is both a noun and a transitive verb.  Like Life, and what my Guy and Hero Bruce Hornsby and his Range announce, "That's just the way it is."   It sucks.

After "discussing" Winners Take All and American Unification Factors for what seemed like EONS, Gallogs and I were standing inside Providence Rail Way ----I had to pee, Gallogs had to sum it all up. "It ISN'T 'Opportunity' for All, the way Elitists think it is.  It has to do with PARENTS". 

Realization collapsed upon me.  I looked at David, You know what the difference is between us ?  When you told your Father that you wanted to attend Law School he supported, "I'll do whatever I can for you."  I never received ANYTHING like that from my folks.

Parents provide ORIENTATION and when available, supportive Resources.  That's the GOOD end of the stick, but then there's the shitty end.

Look around at our kidz.  Look at them but see their Parents..... .



Connie Bowels

You could see it rite ?  How the Upper Classes view us who live in Down Here.  Lawrence's DESPAIR was put into the Heart and Soul of "Connie" (Constance) a One of what Huey Lewis and his News consider, "One of the Chosen Few".  Folks of Lawrence's "Upper Classes" consider us NOT AS FELLOW HUMAN BEINGS but in DH's terms, "half-corpses", ZOMBIES, if you will, and as such, their HUMAN TREATMENT is hideously UN-NECESSARY.  It's trump and his putting CHILDREN in cages, it's "American" conservatives stealing food off Poor Families' Tables, it's American banks foreclosing on AMERICAN SOLDIERS.  DH gets it rite and misses It by fucking LIGHT YEARS ----it ain't just a "nightmare" it's a Planetary CATASTROPHE. 

I am DESPERATE to find a "Unifying Factor", a One that binds ALL of US to an Americanism that promotes not just Democratic Values but Democratic VIRTUES. 
I thought, like, for sure, Taxation would be a divining rod to locate the American Soul of Human Kindness and Generosity, meaning, Taxes as Resources should be spread around to advantage ALL of Us.  I WANT my Taxes to be applied to Education, Sick Care, the Infrastructures, and Those PROVEN Institutions of Political Compassion.

Apparently, there ain't gonna be no FIGHT to have Rich Folks and Corporations PAY THEIR FAIR SHARE.  This is what turns my bowels to "Connie Faint".  The American Half-Corpses has already resigned themselves to Infrastructure Criminality.

I was wrong.

...fine line or hangman's rope ? ...

The shit-whole thing about being a Martial Arts Instructor, it means is to make your students stronger, faster, smarter and more disciplined in EVERY class.  They gotta leave BETTER than when they walked it.  If they don't, if all you did was exercise them with skill tasks and speech rote, YOU FAILED THEM.   so it is with me and this effort.  Without Insight what the fuck is the use ?  My job is to give you kidz armament and weapons, so that you can, FIRST OFF,  protect yourselves and SECOND OFF, Defend the Truth and PROTECT Others.   When my Students get to Red Belt I smite them with, Your Body and Mind ARE NOT YOUR OWN ---  You train to ELEVATE Humankind---THIS is the Virtue of Self-Sacrifice AND Its Obligation.  Same is true here. 

There's suppose to be Virtue in Artistic Endeavor --- on my end, it has ALWAYS been tough to find, tougher to express.  Look at what just happened.  I wrote about my heart and soul, good numbers---  but when it came time to read Lawrence, the numbers dropped to abysmal.  That's the way it goes ----

Steve Winwood laments, "It's a fine line, it's a very fine line".... .

The "grim" in Pilgrimage

Here we go, hold on.


"Merrie England!  Shakespeare's England!  No, but the England of today, as Connie had realized since she had come to live in it.  It was producing a new race of mankind, over-conscious in the money and social and political side, on the spontaneous, intuitive side dead, but dead.  Half-corpses, all of them :  but with a terrible insistent consciousness in the other half.  There was something uncanny and underground about it all.  It was underworld.  And quite incalculable.  How shall we understand the reactions in half-corpses?  When Connie saw the great lorries full of steelworkers from Sheffield, weird, distorted, smallish beings like men, off for an excursion to Mattock, her bowels fainted and she thought :  'Ah God, what has man done to himself ?  What have the leaders of men been doing to their fellow men?  They have reduced them to less than human-ness;  and now there can be no fellowship any more!  It is just a nightmare.' "

But wait, there's more : .

"She felt it again in a wave of terror, the grey, gritty hopelessness of it all.  With such creatures for the industrial masses, and the upper classes as she knew them, there was no hope, no hope any more. "

From the title page cover ;

"In 1928, already desperately ill, Lawrence wrote Lady Chatterley's Lover.  Banned as pornographic, the unexpurgated edition was not allowed  legal circulation in Britain until 1960.  Lawrence called his life, marked by struggle, frustration and despair, a  'savage enough pilgrimage'.  He died on March 2, 1930, at the age of forty-four, in Venice, France."

Lady Chatterley's Other

Good morning Every-One.

 It's "good" because we all awoke above ground and (hopefully) no one is shooting at us, nor is there a U.S. Kill Drone hovering nearby with our position "Locked On".

Today is suppose to "be about" a passage in D.H. Lawrence's Lady Chatterley's Lover, a Novel that was required for Dr. Moynihan's "Modern Novel Class" my Senior Year.
D.H. Lawrence is just one of the Reason I DON'T consider myself a Writer, Riter suits me just fine, Blogger is even better.

I MUST transcribe two paragraphs, (one is lengthy) in order to express an Elitist Perspective gone the way of sophisticated "authorial intrusion".  DH puts HIS mind into the character "Connie" and THAT is what I wish I could do.  I can't.  Still, I have access to DH's Introspection and it is IMPERATIVE for me to provide You Kidz with this sort of literary Politics, even IF it is Psychological in form and structure. 

I'm no fan of Fiction, but here, in The Realm of Writing-as-ART I abide in sleepless terror .  Objectification of Truth-as-Fact breeds a dry-boned powder that chokes the nostrils and blurs one's vision.  I mean, NOT for me, I LOVED Origin of Species, it was a delightful trog through a fucking DESERT of Evolutionary Biology save for ONE oasis, the oasis where Darwin describes the Evolution of the Human Eye in almost mystical terms.  I LIVE for passages such as these...I find them breathtaking and Life-giving.

So it is with the passage that follows.

Friday, October 26, 2018

Fear Fear

The Battle of D.C. was LOST.  KKK-Neo-Nazism is the NEW Americanism.  Listen Kidz THOSE ASSHOLES WON, trump is POTUS.  The combat concept of "Resistance" is utterly USELESS.  What is required from us is INSURGENCE.  The Battle of 2018 MAYBE the BIGGEST Battle OF ALL AMERICAN TIME. 

If there is NOT a "Great Flood", if there is NOT a Landslide, if the races are won by only a scant few votes, the shit-cans will declare Recounts, or simply declare the Voting as "Null and Void" due to Chinese and Russian "intervention".  Voter Suppression thought the Nation is RAMPANT.  The shit-cans HAVE NO HONOR, nor do they value American Idealism.  THEIR "Idealism" is Plantation and Slavery.
Make no mistake.

We are in a War for Human Political Decency.  This yak shit about "We have nothing to fear bur fear itself", is mindless, senseless, political embroidery.  I'm yelling to all of you FEAR FEAR.  According to the General Who Won, Fear is POWER. 

NEVER forget, trump is the General of Generals.  His Fear reigns as Supreme. 

We MUST use Our Fear to counter His. 


Rock steady ........ steady as She goes....

99 Questions of Fear on the Wall

Thing with me is, I wanna know where EVERYBODY "is".  Where are those 18 year old Anti-Gun Slingers who promised to vote out Pro-Gun Insane-ism ?  Where are the Pussy Hatters that MILLIONED the meadows after trump's Desecration of Nation ?  Where are the DREAMERS who dreamed of Citizen Security ?   Where is the Millenial Generation that swore off and spat out Political Corruption ?  Where are the Black Panthers and for that matter, Where is Black Matters --  where the fuck is the Black ARMY ????

WHERE THE FUCK IS ANYBODY ?????

I just wanna see Something-- ANYTHING -- from true AMERICANS who want Peace-as-Prosperity - FOR ALL OF US !!!





Sandy

After the Puerto Rican "Sandy" there was a Hurricane Migration to Florida by Citizen-Migrants numbering in the THOUSANDS.  Media Nit and Dim Wits proclaimed a VOTING MASS of pissed-off Puerto Ricans who were gonna fight fang and claw to ravage the U.S. Elections and U.S. Treasury.  According to the Post PR Sandy Media Assholes, the fight for governor-ship between the Racist and the Obama Wanna Be SHOULDN'T EVEN BE CLOSE.   Republican DE-REGULATION has activated SEVERAL Ecological EXTINCTIONS.  You gotta figure that Old White Folks, despite being geriatrically deranged and senilically encrusted, should STILL want their Lands and Waters "Purified" at the Violators' Expense.  In order to DO that, A NEW Government MUST be installed that GUARANTEES Purgative ACTION.  It SHOULD be a Done Deal iff the Pissed-Off Puerto Ricans were to wade through the Red Tide and slog to the Polling Stations. 

I'm asking    WHERE THE FUCK IS THE PISSED-OFF PUERTO RICAN BLUE TIDE ?????

What --- did they fucking DROWN coming ashore ????

Miss Trust

So now the republic-cans, I use my own "shit-cans" are claiming THEY are NOW "The Party of Obama-Cares Essence, That Of  'Pre-Existing' ".   A couple of days ago, or it coulda-been 2 years, I evicted that trump STOLE the "Working Class" right out of the hands of Democratic Stewards.  They saw it happening and they seemed UNCARING.  He just walked in and declared, "I am all about JOBS" and sure enough, the People BELIEVED. 

It was a fucking diabolical but BRILLIANT Strategy.  The democrats, I refer to them as rats, were paralyzed by his Neanderthal Creativity.  Arrogance breeds stupidity and boy were the rats ARROGANT.  Clinton, in all her ARROGANCE, did NOT campaign in Old Guard Workers World, she considered herself ABOVE that mercantile minimum wage misery, poverty laden Menace --- she IGNORED the rats' OWN, and so trump ASSUMED Ownership, he simply and completely "Took Possession". 

So now, it's Sickness Care.  Trump, and the shit-cans, are simply and completely gonna ASSUME OWNERSHIP of Pre-Existing, once again DIABOLICAL but once again strategically GENIUS-FUL,    DESPITE    having voted SEVENTY TIMES to incinerate Obama-Cares until not even ONE molecule remains.

How great is America once again ???

Psychotic Surreal

One Guy ejected, "Let's call him (trump) what he is, a NEO-NAZI, a KLANSMAN !  My fear, actualized by the Voice of a Pundit.  It was hard to swallow, the United States is now "run-by" a fucking Nigger Hating Nazi. 

Look at this and look HARD   ---

Trump is a NIGGER HATING NAZI !!!!

THAT'S why I am so sick.  Never in my Life would I have conceived of a Time of Paradise Lost, when a deranged senilic MORON with Nazi Driven Criminality and a LETHAL Xenophobia could be elected as "America's BEST". 

It's like, Holy Fuck, what comes after Psychotic Surreal ? 

Donold Duck

Recently, the President of the Untied States of America, declared himself a "Nationalist".  It was if I had been hit by a sledge hammer to my gut.  I was instantly sickened by an avalanche of Grotesque Ramification, the 1st of which was, "Hello, I am Hitler reincarnated".  Yesterday's supposed Campaign Rally, was a conflagration of Hate filled lament.  I believe he denounced American Journalism, the Press, The 4th Column of American SANITY, by making himself a VICTIM of what we know as TRUTH, what he knows as Crimes against HIM.  His arrogance knows no bounds (it has never) and he wretched, "Don't compare ME to historical villains."  I though my Head and Heart would fucking ex-PLODE

We teach our CHILDREN, "If it waddles like a duck, if it quacks like a duck, if it swims like a duck and LOOKS like a duck well then WE MUST CONCLUDE IT'S A DUCK." 

I went ballistic.

...then I got sick...... .

Karma-kazi

Once again I was unable to maintain sleep.  I awoke at 1 a.m. alert and aware that I was drowning in a cesspool of shit, piss and corruption.  Pipe bombs, Supreme Court Horror, and the advent of an "Invasion" perhaps origin-ed by South American Communists, laid over from countless Local Revolutions gone catastrophic-ly  wrong, as well as my own inability to stay focused and maintain a disparaged dejection of objective disconcertion has rendered me first exhausted and then chronically moribund. 

Instead of the Pericles-an Ideal of Oratory Exhortation, I find myself fighting just to keep my OWN "wits" about me, dim they are and full of nits.  Every morning I push myself AWAY from desk and screen, to IGNORE my Duty to discharge Information that MAY be able to relieve the Suffering of Others, in order to salvage and maintain my own Shame-ity, in the face of fucking IMPOSSIBLE Odds, Odds that I want YOU Kidz to Battle as though MY Life depends upon YOUR Strength and Courage.  Every blog would end with GET YOUR FUCKING ASSES OUT AND VOTE - - -  WE ARE FACING THE END OF DEMOCRACY WORLD - - -  THIS IS THE APOCALYPSE !!!!

Shit like that don't go nowhere --- it can't.  Call me Chicken B. Little.

Wednesday, October 24, 2018

...star-dumb...

I'm gonna go outside and set up a staging area for recycle, trash, yard waste and other.  The containers have mud sloshed all over them from being carelessly set on the ground.  I know better, I KNEW better, yet I devalued their cleanliness.  Even though I have already procured the pallets, there they rest only in Potential.  I told you Kidz, I'm lazy.   So now, whenever I handle them I get shit all over my clothes, not very "Temple".

My biggest fear is that Hatred acts as Obstruction and prevents the Hateful to go out and vote.  It's what happened to Hillary.  She was so despised that DESPITE her politics, Folks chose to give her a Silent Fuck You that catapulted trump to Super-Stardom, in his case, star-DUMB.

This is the resounding manifestation of Absolute Despair.  I feel this Despair to my Bone and Marrow.

Because I want a cleaner, safer, life, I'm gonna FORCE myself to get my lazy fucking ass outside and task this shit-hole out of observable existence.  It is a duty to MYSELF as a devout Zen man. 

The Foundation of America is The VOTE. 

No Vote No Life.

Only this.


Rock steady........steady as She goes....


Gamboa Constrictor

According to "the polls" Americans are most concerned with Sickness Care, and the cost of Medical Attention.  In a BRILLIANT display of Street and Gutter Savage, the republicans have claimed Obama-Cares and his "Pre-Existing" AS THEIR OWN.  These are the Very Same that voted to ANNIHILATE Obama-Cares OUT OF EXISTENCE not once but SIXTY times.  Their commercials are CONVINCING.  They ring as TRUTH, and are therefore COMPLETELY Believable.  Here it is that the "Truth" "don't mean shit" as my fellow Seekonkian Alfred Gamboa mob conscious-ed. 

My Joan d'Arc, Rachel Maddow used "Look at what they DO -- Don't listen to what they SAY" as a backdrop for her program last night.  The shit-whole thing of "Actions speaker louder than words" rings as sensational knell, the Truth be FELT.  Trump and his have already allowed the States to circumvent MANDATORY "Pre-Existing".  It's a DONE DEAL.  It was done a mere 2 days ago, in the shadows of cellar squalor and backroom stench. 

This was done despite SEVENTY PER CENT of Americans who WANT Obama-Cares to CONTINUE and be EX-P--A---N----D-----E------D.

Trump FUCK YOU-ED all of them, and to the last.

He bellowed, EAT SHIT AND DIE !!!!!  The taste of shit is real.

I Kant

On my worst days I write "Lies are Truth".  I note, "The Truth of Lies" - -  each "Lie" a "Truth" unto its Self.  Understand,  the expression of ANY statement is TRUE, in that, "It's true, I spoke words".  Content is only of secondary importance.  "Truth" somehow unites words, meaning, the Physical TRUTH of Speaking gets absorbed by Words Spoken.  Somehow, what should be and REMAIN Mental, becomes Physical as "Truth" becomes Sensation : so when trump Lies (where Lies are Truth) if FEELS "Real".  Clearly trump is SENSATIONAL.  We are TRANSFIXED by his ability to Lie in the exact same way we are Transfixed by the Once Spoken Words of Christ, JFK, MLK, Gandhi and Others.  In this rabidly insane sense, all words are Truth.  Whether or not REALITY enters as judgmental agent is of little consequence.  Words as Reality become nothing more than "Interpretation".  We all know that "Interpretation" is exceedingly "subjective". 

Read these words,   Democracy is a rotting carcass .  Truth is, I just typed those words.

Can you see it ?

Might is FIGHT

Obama stood behind the podium in a Pericles Moment that defied Exhortation.  He ain't no Pericles.  Should you Kidz have the opportunity, compare Obama's THIS IS IT oration with Trump's THE INVAISION IS UPON US.  Obama looks like a Nigerian undernourished  Intellectual while trump's Battle Suit and FLAMING SWORD-TIE regaled him with CONVICTION-FUL CERTAINTY.  Who ya gonna believe ?  Which one drives you to the polls ?  Regardless of the election outcome, Obama and his are gonna be OK, you could HEAR that in his voice.  It WASN'T "life or death", whereas in trump, HIS "Sound and Fury" rang as Liberty Bell TRUTH.  Trump was the New Paul Revere, "THE IMMIGRANTS ARE COMING -- THE IMMIGRANTS ARE COMING !" 

Insane Passion has POWER, Intellection has - - - - - - - - - - -  .

When Obama almost whispered, "This is the most important election of my life" all I could hear was "This ain't my first rodeo". 

Trump's PATHOS was LIGHTNING and THUNDER, he ROCKED his maniacal minions to FRENZY.

I could hear them  KILL ALL IMMIGRANTS, EAT THEIR CHILDREN GOD BLESS US ALL

Terrifying can't come close...... .



Man of La Monster

I sometimes get caught floating in the Land of La Mancha, this ain't good for a Samurai Scholar with Zotoichi Tendencies.  A blind Don Quixote, a reverie-laden Swordsman, how can that be good ? 

I get caught by webs of Honesty and Truthfulness.  That passage in the Catcher in the Rye where the Head Shit Head confesses, "I want to be a catcher in the rye".  I'm there with that Utmost Impracticality, the Savior of every human Lemming that has ever existed, Those Ravaged who lack their own Identity, who are transported by Mob Irrationality, Those who are assailed by the Futility of Exstence and All ITS HORROR,  the Ones that I want to yell out STOP !  JUST FUCKING STOP THIS !
YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU ARE DOING OR WHERE YOU ARE GOING !
But if they listen, look and stop ---  then what ?  What do I HAVE for them ?   Salinger never addresses This Next.  I mean, what then ?  I mean, Suppose they're rite ?  Suppose the ONLY solution to Suffering is DEATH ?  Why should I stop them ?  Who am I to stand in their way exhorting "Life is what you make it ?"

Would I then not become my BIGGEST Fear ?  A hapless, once nobleman, demented from geriatric senility ---- waving a "feather" Sword at Towering Windmill Infernos ??


Monday, October 22, 2018

The Battle of 2018

I first wrote, The War of 2018.  It ain't.  But it also ain't "Just another Battle".  It's the Battle Hymn for the Republic. 

The Blue Coats MUST win this Battle.  Every Vote is a singular Battle for Life.  This Bull and Yak shit, that we must "come together" as a Nation, is cesspoolic dredge.  There is NO CHANCE that this, our Abomi-Nation, is gonna miraculously UNITE to defeat trumpunism De-Evolution.  The Civil War NEVER "ended".  The Battle of 2018 is yet The Continuation.

We are under attack from Russia, China, and North Korea.  Our own family members stand against Moral Decency and Democratic Idealism.  Family values have transmogrified into TRIBAL Convulsions.  America is ridden by political plague in the form of Corruption and pestilence in the form of Perversion-laden Cruelty. 

As I was just sitting yesterday, this surfaced =

              Republicans play for keeps, democrats play for weeps.

We must now fight as if our LIVES depend on our Efforts - - -
For surely, they do.


Rock steady........steady as We go....



Trumpunism

When I completed Winners Take All I jumped rite into Elizabeth Economy's The Third Revolution.  Imagine my surprise and then HORROR when she described Xi's Rise to Power.  Here I read of the WAY in which Xi used Public Voice to announce the Myth Of Communism and All Its Glory.  Xi was ACCUTELY aware that the People had LOST FAITH in Communism and he made it his PRIMARY GOAL to inflict RE-BELIEF in HIS brand (or version) of "The Party".  Toward this end he restricted Internet Access, refused the Public Delivery of Dissention, ( same old restriction of INTELLECTUAL "Activity"), denied prolonged Study in Foreign Countries, and curtailed Foreign Industrial Engineering.  There was to be a MINIMAL of Westernization.  Democracy and Freedom were viewed as toxic agents to HIS brand of Communism.   Nothing new here. 

What frightened me was the HOW of all of it.  Here I found Trumpunism and Communism's EQUAL.   Trump ADMIRES Xi.  His shit transcends WHAT-THE-FUCK.  The mechanisms employed by Xi and his Party are also being utilized by trump and HIS propaganda machines.  Identical machines produce identical products.
Misery begets Misery.  1 = 1.

It was the thing about LOSING FAITH and re-establishing BELIEF IN "THE PARTY" that struck my gut like a mason's sledge-hammer wielded by Death himself.

Communism as RELIGION.  Trumpunism as RELIGION.

Belief in Xi is belief in GOD.  Belief in trump is also Belief in GOD.

You Kidz having fun yet ?

King Gorge

I have FEARS.

Yesterday during Sunday Media Discharge, several of the Authentic, arrested development by cautioning that the Election Machine could be hijacked by republican War Lords.  Already, there is Voter Suppression to a degree hitherto UNKNOWN to Modern American History, post-Jim Crow.  Voter Scrolls have been decimated.  I fear that should the elections NOT "go the way of corruption and fraud", the Way of republican Cruelism, then the shit-cans will declare the Entirety "Null and Void".  I fear that THEY will CANCEL the elections, hold them as INVALID due to CHINESE and North Korean Cyber "Interference".   Should there be resulting RIOTS trump will be EAGER to call in the National Guard, as was done in Ferguson to quell and squash Voter Fury.  It is NOT "beyond" trump to declare MARTIAL LAW, thereby suspending the Constitutional RIGHTS of True American Patriots to Gather and Protest. 

No One thought Trump would be King---I mean President.

Never again will I be lulled...... .

Err-rationality

What I am seeing is the Set of Athenian/American Democratic Ideals being supplanted by a Capitalist Materialism that uses the so-called Business Model as a Political RELIGION.  Hello CULT.  Scholars of Politics, we use to refer to them as Political Scientists, agree that the Kim Dynasty utilized the Christian Value System (of Belief) to transform North Korean Governmental Politics into a Cult of Kim.  Trump declared that he LOVES Kim.  What we are confronted with NOW is That Same, where trump is trying to advance his political ascendency as Salvation-ary.  He ranted, "Only I can fix America."  Since trump knows only BUSINESS, his "model" now pervades the American Consciousness.  Giridharadas complains that the Elites have adopted trump's Business Self-Aggrandizement AS THEIR OWN.  Trump vomits, "What's good for ME is good for America".  The Elites pus, "What's profitable for us is profitable for EVERYONE."  You can see and feel it rite ?  What's Truth for THEM is Abhorrence for US. 

Truth is RELATIVE.  Einstein had THAT Part Right.

Junk-sure

The Truth of Abstract Ideals is fraught with SERIOUS complications and complexities.  As thoughts, they are both REAL and Unreal (where unreal is manifested as invisible) in that the only way to SEE a thought is by putting it to pen and paper or typing them with electricity onto screen.  Writing at THIS fucked-up Junk-sure becomes MAGIC.  You guys are reading my mind rite now. 

Since thoughts have Mind as Root and Source, you can see, feel and hear how DIFFICULT it is to "Change" someone's Mind and therefore to "change" their thinking and resultantly, their thoughts.  THAT'S the problem we liberals must face when dealing with Cultist Others.  What They Believe is VASTLY different from what WE "Believe".  You ain't gonna chop someone's arm off because you don't like it.  Same is true of their Mind.  Ain't no one gonna perform a frontal lobotomy on Trump, ain't
 no one gonna perform ANY frontal lobotomies on ANYONE.  That ain't how "IT" works. 

All that we have is a choice between dialog & social intercourse and Riot & Violence.

We can be Civilized or Barbaric.

It would seem as if there is only ONE choice but no and FUCK NO.

That's the problem.



Shit Spit

As I noted in this morning's twitter, My Guy and Hero, Carl Bernstein, noted that America's Democracy Foundation is built upon Truth.  He added bludgeoned that trump is at War with Truth and American Institution of Truth are being bombed into oblivion by trump's bombasts against Education, Finance and Justice.  I LOVE this kind of Patriotic Shit but I gotta tell ya Kidz it wears on me.  What is this Truth of which Bernstein rails ?  

I have issues with Universal Truth's that cannot be verified by Experiential Pragmatism.   THAT'S my problem with Einstein's Universe, we gotta TRUST a Guy NO ONE CAN UNDERSTAND.  How does that make any COMMON Sense ?  We live in a Cult of Einstein.  How the fuck did that HAPPEN ?  Even when Einstein's Theories were used to radioactively ATOMIZE hundreds of THOUSANDS of INNOCENT Human Beings, we STILL honored and revered Him.  The same is true of the Bible.  Despite a God who ordered the SLAUGHTER of ENTIRE Villages, "every one and to the last" we WORSHIP the "Father Almighty".  The Qur'an and the Muslims didn't get "IT" any better.  Words on Paper.

Now we are being forced fed that the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence are MORE THAN "Words on Paper" and we are to sacrifice our lives for these Words and Paper in an almost FUTILE Exasperation of All That Is Supremely Pathetic. 

I'm tired of eating all this shit.

...just axe me...

You guys may want to read my "Twitter" this morning  desilva_stephen @twitter.com in order to get a better appreciation for this mornings "mind meal".  As I wrote there, I awoke at 1 a.m. full of a questioning anxiety over yesterday's flow.  I never know if I "get it rite", if what I write is of any value given who I am and WHAT I am.  Intellectual largess can appear as vacuous anomaly ---  just because I read books doesn't mean I can offer DEPTH of Understanding.  What's worse, what I MAKE worse, is the valuation of "Interpretation" which is all that MY History can "intend".  Insight as Opinion can harbor outright Danger.  Knowledge as Power is fucking DANGEROUS.

At the close of yesterday's production I left you Kidz with the image of conservatives being lashed to altars and drawn by stallions and quartered by axes.  I gotta tell ya, even for ME, and I wrote that shit, it was scary.  Needful to say, I have axes to grind on the skulls of the Privileged Elite, Those that BELIEVE they have no Equals, least of all US.

They adamantly REFUSE to pay WHAT THEY OWE, firmly CONVINCED that THEIR Money should be spent on THEIR projects, and as such, should GUARANTEE them some form of Profit ----  they should be REWARDED for their CHARITY, and their REFUSAL to submit to American Democratic Taxation BE RIGHTEOUSLY IGNORED. 

I can't, at this point in my needful life, get passed their IT.

Sunday, October 21, 2018

Infliction Jurisdiction

...so when Einstein posited "E = M CxC" all I could figure is that the Universe had, as its All, Energy which could be manipulated by Velocity, which, in my mind, made the Universe JUST Energy and Speed.  I'm all like, THAT'S IT ?????? Energy and Speed ? That's all you got ?  I HAD-TO  question, Where are the equations for Evolution and Human Dignity ?  Where's the equation for Rupts ?   What's the equation for ME ?

Last time I checked Prayer did NOT stop Hitler.  God created Hitler as sure as I am hitting these keys.  THAT'S why we must be ever so careful applying GOD to HUMAN Carelessness.  WE are responsible for HUMAN Atrocities. 

This "Responsibility" is what I want to inflict, "Inquisition" Style, upon the Filthy Rich and Squalor Elites that want to be "responsible" for our Society as Culture.  They MUST be forced to fully accept THEIR RESPONSIBILITY for electing a Pure Cruelist to the Office of POTUS.   This idea of ONE ISSUE representation is, at best, REREHENSIBLE.  Those folks that voted for trump because of ONE Issue, and then want to DENY his Criminal and Human Atrocities as NOT THEIR OWN, must be suffered onto HISTORICAL Torture by being drawn and quartered by stallion and axe.

When they DENY the SAVAGE BRUTALITY inflicted upon CAGED CHILDREN and INNOCENT Diplomats, they MUST be brought to OUR Jurisdiction of Common HUMAN Decency and made to endure the Punishment for Earthly Human Defilement.

So it is, so it must be.


Rock steady........steady as We go....

The Power of Rupts

I don't know how LOVE is gonna make my fucking CRIMINAL "neighbors" PAY THEIR FUCKING SHARE of OBLIGATIONAL Taxes.  God's Bi-Polarity breeds a fucking CONTEMPT for an Abstract "Fairness", itself, (the Contempt), a VIOLATION of Abstract Justice, an Ideal that both confounds and confuses those of us subject to the Laws of Common Decency to which ONLY WE abide.  THIS is what leads Exasperation to Infuriation.  If we are all HUMANS why should Human Nature (as an "Itself") deny us Truth as Egalitarian Equality ?  Where is the so-called Uniformity of Human Nature ?  Why is it (Human Nature) so susceptible to Fracture ?

Power Core-rupts.  Power Dis-rupts.  Power Inter-rupts. There are Rupt-Ures.  "It" must be in the "Rupts".  Rupts is its own Cosmic Force. 


Human Nature is susceptible to Rupts.

The Secret TO God is Steve DeSilva

It MAY be GARGANTUAN-ly inappropriate to express, The Secret of God is Steve DeSilva, but I gotta tell ya kidz, because of my Guy and HERO, Ludwig Feuerbach, Pen-Man of The Essence of Christianity and the Phrase, "the secret of God is Anthropology" I MUST confess that in order to make God in MY "Image", well then, I GOTTA "make" Him Bi-Polar.  God is Bi-Polar.  Only THEN can I account for HIS Love of Absurdity as Actuality, HIS Poetic Malfeasance, that of   "Love Thy Neighbor As Thyself".  Go Figure on that.  My fucking Neighbor is robbing me the fuck BLIND and swindling all my hard earned Medicare and Medic-Aid while HE sits on HIS fat fucking ass watching re-runs of  "Tosh.0" and nibbling on Deli thin-sliced Muenster Cheese.    Been there on that.   When Grotesque Horror is on the TEE VEE, you know the kind, starving children dying of thirst, I gots to click to Comfort & EASE 'cuz Human Atrocity leaves a bad taste in my mouth - - -  it's the HUMAN "Thing To do" IGNORE THE SUFFERING OF OTHERS.  Guilty I am.  Make no mistake.

I can live with that Guilt.  And let me add the Absurdity --  I MUST live with this Guilt or I will DIE.  THAT'S what the Instinct of Self Preservation does.  It PROTECTS us from our own Defilements. 

What can we do but shake our heads ?

Tactical Deception

Why "work" if you can steal ?  

In his text, The Prehistory Of The Mind   The Cognitive Origins of Art, Religion and Science, my Guy and Hero, Steven Mithen, infuriates with a passage titled "Tactical Deception".  Pre-Historical Man could simply sit and wait, while his Industrious Neighbor set out to ravage for food.  While Mr Industry accomplished HIS private ends, Mr Tactical Deception helped himself to the stores secured by his neighbor, adding what we now consider CRIMINALITY to the genetic code for Human Asshole-ism.  Why risk your life attempting to kill DINOSUARS when you could sit on your fat fucking ass killing TIME ?   Once gone, Tactical could play Hide and Seek, [hold the Seek] to gain a month's FREE meals.  Even if CAUGHT IN THE ACT, if Mister Criminal was BIGGER and STRONGER from eating all of his neighbors succor, Mr Industrious was screwed five times to Hell and 7 times to Over.  The irony is FABULOUS. The true Hunter exhausted from a days Calgary, is TOO weakened to FIGHT for What is Rightly HIS. 

You gotta figure the Wonderful ODACITY of the Prime Creator.  You work for a living -- all to have it STOLEN by a one WHO DOES NOT WORK.

God is Sinful.

I, too, know what it's like to work hard at Doing Nothing.  It is GLORIOUSLY Sinful, and I REVEL in this Sin.

But is it SIN or a composite of Genetic Material ?

Psycho Logic

It's like, all I want to know is WHY rich folks don't want to pay their obligated Taxes, and WHY they will pay the SAME AMOUNT IN DUE TAXATION to lawyers and accountants just to (seemingly) ESCAPE their Duty to American Democracy.  WHY do they HATE paying Taxes --- WHY ARE THEY SO FUCKING SELFISH ?   What aspect of their genetics PREVENTS them from being TOTALLY HUMAN, where Being Human registers as being able to Love Compassionately, Generously and Devotionally. 

There is a Psycho-Logic that infuriates me.  It explains EVERYTHING, and what it doesn't, Karma,  DOES. 

In a drunken stupor I once scrawled, The Unknowable is COMPLETELY knowable.  In  stoned-out delirium I quoted, "The Finite [Mind] CANNOT understand the Infinite" --- which means Man's Mind CANNOT understand [or fathom] GOD'S MIND.

I LOATHE that Mystery becomes Mystical.  Here, the only leverage that can be applied is that of Imagination. 

Trump got elected --- Mystery upon Misery.  The Rich Poor and the Squalor Elite elected a man who refused to pay Taxes. 

The Driving Theme in American Democracy  ---  AVOID ALL TAXATION.

And now we enter Jane Mayer's World of Dark Money.

The Ancient Geeks

I have a situational scrutiny that relies upon Zen Influence to excrete the Marrow from Bone.  I feel it is my job to secure the Essence of Value, as best I can, in the same way that professors offer pages and passages of a book in their effort to squeeze out only the IMPORTANT aspects of a theme or paradigm.  Geeks like me LOVE to read, but I KNOW it is a LUXURY, therefore my Efforts are to keep it Real by offering MY "interpretation" as YOUR foundation.  When addressed you can at least offer your understanding of my evaluation ---  that, at the least, gives you something, which is SOOOOO much better than SILENCE.  I want you Kidz to be "tuned IN" not tuned OUT. 

The problem is that there remains SOOOO MUCH MORE shit that NEEDS to be addressed. 

Within Giridharadas' Winners Take All are categories of Rich Folks that NEED  a darker and RICHER micro-scope-ism along deeply Psychological Textures.  Anthropology, Sociology and the sub-system Ethnography don't exactly offer ENOUGH to give us operational success, the success that somehow offers solutions to problems of Human Authenticity, those of Nature and Substance.  For me it's ALWAYS the content and manifestation of Human Nature itself.  I am quite obsessed even though I can EASILY resort to "Karma is Karma" and leave it at "That".  It's bull and yak shit of course --- I CAN'T.

Ben Foar

This was no "What the fuck was THAT all about ?",  it was completely knowable, I have so much Academic shit cluttering my mind, and I'm apparently too fucking LAZY to address it, choosing instead, to deflect ACTUAL book and desk effort with seismic "industry" --- I'd rather work out of doors and train rather than sit inside, review old notes and categorize paragraphs of personal historic applications. 

I have issues ----- ALL of us have issues ---- Oddly there is NO solace in that --- If only....... .

I coulda let it all go, the dream and its meaning, had it not "been for" what was playing in my head ---  Huey Lewis and The News's, "I Know What I like".  Here there was SOMETHING "going on" that was troubling in its sheer delight.  Huey and his News Guys offer a DRIVING Pound-On Beat with RAGING Horn Harmony for a simple Statement of Fact.  Who actually GIVES A SHIT if Huey and His "know what they like"  what's the BIG fucking deal ???  But this Statement of Fact is OVERWHELMING as a Self Identity in that maybe and perhaps it's so freaking IMPORTANT simply and merely because Other Folks DO NOT KNOW "What it is they like". 

There's the COSMIC Problem.  Folks that don't know "what they like" but float about on the Stream of Dream blown hither and tither by the winds of Time and the Breath of the Fates. 

You can see it rite ?

Idiot-syncrasy

I awoke 3 times from the same dream in which I had chanced upon a degraded enterprise operated from a "goody 2 shoes" who was Kind Hearted but out of touch with Business Industry, not the noun, the adjective.  In the dream I entered what should have been a flower and plant emporium, of the nature of niche-ism, the one which availed the owner's identity as "selling point".  Her place was a mess.  Idiosyncrasy had devolved to DeSilva's IDIOT-syncrasy and she needed all the help she could get.  Even within the dream I recognized her as "Crone", the Sage Witch of Jungian Archetypal Periodic Table--- she had yellow teeth, a sledge-hammer of frog-as-princess identification. 

How she was able to procure even minimal sustenance was question formidable.  She had precious little on her shelves, the floor was littered with Treasured Useless deemed HIGHLY-SOUGHT and you could tell, rather I could tell, she was one of Those that could perceive Rare Beauty in the common place of gadget and gizmo.

Adorable about covers it.