How funny is it that the web site which publishes this blog has one immediate "reader" of my blog, based on the words: DONALD TRUMP.
(trolling) . (assholes) . (idiots) . (computer hackers) . (2018)
Hey, Donald: twitter tweeted back: shut the fuck up and do your job.
Monday, June 18, 2018
#donaldtrump, part 2
What in the bloody fuck is the current president of the United States of America doing?
Here's a rundown ...
Immigration: Let them come. They will find out on their own that the United States is quickly circling the drain, therefore, they should stay home and fix their own countries in whatever way necessary. ("By any means..." said Malcolm X.)
Immigration, part next: Do not put children in holding pens. They are not veal. They are not industrial byproducts; they are human beings. Find a way to keep them with their parents or something. Send them back to their country if necessary, but don't fuck around with kids. Destroying the foundation of a child's life does not make America "great"; it creates a whole generation of people who have no home, no family, and nothing to lose (which is of no use to anyone).
Indictments: How many people can DJ Trump fire and/or pretend who he doesn't have collegial relationships with? The number, unfortunately, is (apparently) infinite. (For now.) . When a person's lawyer(s) are hiding (seemingly) everything they know, we might have a problem. I'm reminded of the Kendrick Lamar song "No Make-Up": don't hide behind the imperfections and reality - just be who you are. Let the justice system do its job (if America is place where justice still occurs).
International Relations: I am probably talking out my ass here, but it seems to me that DJ Trump is on his knees in front of many foreign, head-of-state murderers. Ironically, DJ gave Obama shit for apologizing for atrocities committed by the US of A, but here comes an orange idiot who will sell his soul for a compliment from some dictator who treated him like shit, just recently, if only to make sure he's as "cool" and "powerful" as they are (at least on twitter). DJ is like a fucking freshman frat pledge-boy who will do whatever makes him seem "cool" to the fuckwads who have more power. (Remember that just a few days ago, DJ said, "I want my people to sit at attention" like they do for a North Korean dictator who is more interested in Dennis Rodman than he is in feeding his own people.)
Falso idols, DJ. That's, like, the first commandment, sent down from Moses from the mountaintop. If you want the Christian vote, read the bible, or shut the fuck up and make another shitty, unwatchable TV show.
(I'm just saying, be careful America. We are in an Orwellian world of obfuscation and deceit.)
Here's a rundown ...
Immigration: Let them come. They will find out on their own that the United States is quickly circling the drain, therefore, they should stay home and fix their own countries in whatever way necessary. ("By any means..." said Malcolm X.)
Immigration, part next: Do not put children in holding pens. They are not veal. They are not industrial byproducts; they are human beings. Find a way to keep them with their parents or something. Send them back to their country if necessary, but don't fuck around with kids. Destroying the foundation of a child's life does not make America "great"; it creates a whole generation of people who have no home, no family, and nothing to lose (which is of no use to anyone).
Indictments: How many people can DJ Trump fire and/or pretend who he doesn't have collegial relationships with? The number, unfortunately, is (apparently) infinite. (For now.) . When a person's lawyer(s) are hiding (seemingly) everything they know, we might have a problem. I'm reminded of the Kendrick Lamar song "No Make-Up": don't hide behind the imperfections and reality - just be who you are. Let the justice system do its job (if America is place where justice still occurs).
International Relations: I am probably talking out my ass here, but it seems to me that DJ Trump is on his knees in front of many foreign, head-of-state murderers. Ironically, DJ gave Obama shit for apologizing for atrocities committed by the US of A, but here comes an orange idiot who will sell his soul for a compliment from some dictator who treated him like shit, just recently, if only to make sure he's as "cool" and "powerful" as they are (at least on twitter). DJ is like a fucking freshman frat pledge-boy who will do whatever makes him seem "cool" to the fuckwads who have more power. (Remember that just a few days ago, DJ said, "I want my people to sit at attention" like they do for a North Korean dictator who is more interested in Dennis Rodman than he is in feeding his own people.)
Falso idols, DJ. That's, like, the first commandment, sent down from Moses from the mountaintop. If you want the Christian vote, read the bible, or shut the fuck up and make another shitty, unwatchable TV show.
(I'm just saying, be careful America. We are in an Orwellian world of obfuscation and deceit.)
Catherine, and Other Drugs
Getting high is inappropriate (said Nancy Reagan - "just say no" and so forth), so of course I don't endorse ingesting drugs :)
Anyway, Catherine makes me look at the world differently. She is nervous and happy and absent-minded. Sounds about like me. I, however, do not leave my keys, my wallet, my car, or my clothes in a second location. (Anymore.). Her flightiness is lovely, in the sense that I don't have to directly deal with the ramifications of collecting all the lost goods the next day. Her problems are not mine. Her presence, though, is often a bonus. She's a keeper, for sure.
She is not "mine" in any way - she is simply in the karass. Kurt Vonnegut would agree and approve. We choose the people in our lives, whether we know it or not. We might meet them in a bar, or we meet them via someone else, but those who belong, stay. Those who don't belong (you know, they make us uncomfortable or awkward) often stick around in our space, but they are definitely not part of our larger/abstract meanings of life.
(By the way, life arguably has no meaning, except to be happy in any given moment, and to potentially improve that which surrounds us.)
* Here are some games to navigate other people (to see if they are your type of person):
Darts: a good way to know people. Playing darts is a valid way to interact with other people's personalities. Do they shoot quickly? Slowly? Accurately? Are they confused about the rules? Do they have a touch of the ADD? Do they belittle themselves when they miss? Do they rub it in their opponent's face when they hit a number they need? Do they want to bet money on a result?
Dice: solely a game of circumstance . You roll; you record the sum of those rolls. You win or lose on (literally) the roll of the dice. Random numbers in a sequence. But the REACTION of someone after they roll the dice tells the story of their attitude. Anger? Surprise? Excitement? Competitive, reactionary swearing? Do they throw the dice, drop them on the table, or bend their head down in defeat?
Pool: (my favorite): this one takes a bit of skill. Hitting one ball into another ball sounds deceptively easily. It's not. People play pool with different attitudes, which speaks to their personalities. Are they really drunk? Have they been "talked into" playing by someone else? Are they looking at the ball when they shoot, or are they saying many unnecessary words? Are they angry when the ball doesn't fall? Or are they even paying attention to who's winning and/or losing? Can they drain the eight ball when it's sitting in the middle of the rail and slide it along the side rail, gently, until it falls into the corner pocket, winning the game? If they win, do they put the stick down on the table, or talk loudly about how good they are?
Music: this is a no-brainer. If someone turns on music for the benefit of others - not just inside their own heads via headphones - what does the vibe sound like? Are they enjoying it? Are they emoting? Are they telling everyone to "be quiet and listen to the words"? Are they dancing? Do they close their eyes? Do they feel it, or just listen to it?
---
I told Catherine earlier that I was writing about her (which turned out to be marginally untrue), her only response was, "really? cool."
That's the best answer I can give for anything, really.
"Really? Cool."
In the karass.
Anyway, Catherine makes me look at the world differently. She is nervous and happy and absent-minded. Sounds about like me. I, however, do not leave my keys, my wallet, my car, or my clothes in a second location. (Anymore.). Her flightiness is lovely, in the sense that I don't have to directly deal with the ramifications of collecting all the lost goods the next day. Her problems are not mine. Her presence, though, is often a bonus. She's a keeper, for sure.
She is not "mine" in any way - she is simply in the karass. Kurt Vonnegut would agree and approve. We choose the people in our lives, whether we know it or not. We might meet them in a bar, or we meet them via someone else, but those who belong, stay. Those who don't belong (you know, they make us uncomfortable or awkward) often stick around in our space, but they are definitely not part of our larger/abstract meanings of life.
(By the way, life arguably has no meaning, except to be happy in any given moment, and to potentially improve that which surrounds us.)
* Here are some games to navigate other people (to see if they are your type of person):
Darts: a good way to know people. Playing darts is a valid way to interact with other people's personalities. Do they shoot quickly? Slowly? Accurately? Are they confused about the rules? Do they have a touch of the ADD? Do they belittle themselves when they miss? Do they rub it in their opponent's face when they hit a number they need? Do they want to bet money on a result?
Dice: solely a game of circumstance . You roll; you record the sum of those rolls. You win or lose on (literally) the roll of the dice. Random numbers in a sequence. But the REACTION of someone after they roll the dice tells the story of their attitude. Anger? Surprise? Excitement? Competitive, reactionary swearing? Do they throw the dice, drop them on the table, or bend their head down in defeat?
Pool: (my favorite): this one takes a bit of skill. Hitting one ball into another ball sounds deceptively easily. It's not. People play pool with different attitudes, which speaks to their personalities. Are they really drunk? Have they been "talked into" playing by someone else? Are they looking at the ball when they shoot, or are they saying many unnecessary words? Are they angry when the ball doesn't fall? Or are they even paying attention to who's winning and/or losing? Can they drain the eight ball when it's sitting in the middle of the rail and slide it along the side rail, gently, until it falls into the corner pocket, winning the game? If they win, do they put the stick down on the table, or talk loudly about how good they are?
Music: this is a no-brainer. If someone turns on music for the benefit of others - not just inside their own heads via headphones - what does the vibe sound like? Are they enjoying it? Are they emoting? Are they telling everyone to "be quiet and listen to the words"? Are they dancing? Do they close their eyes? Do they feel it, or just listen to it?
---
I told Catherine earlier that I was writing about her (which turned out to be marginally untrue), her only response was, "really? cool."
That's the best answer I can give for anything, really.
"Really? Cool."
In the karass.
Sunday, June 17, 2018
17 June (and other random dates)
Farming.
People actually farm. Like they plant corn and shit. Hundreds of acres of little plants on which they base their entire budget. Odd.
And yet, being out in the middle of nowhere is pretty fucking awesome. The air is better; the clouds are better; the sunset is better; the silence is unbearably beautiful.
And a nice porcelain bathtub, outside, filled with cold water from a hose (after it has warmed up a bit) is an added bonus. Literally SUNBATHING feels amazing (especially when no one can see me, so it doesn't matter what I am or am not wearing).
I don't know if I'm the type of person who could live in isolation like that, but a mini vacation now and again is priceless. Having access to three-wheelers and motorcycles and cocktails - playing guitar in the back of a '69 Chevy - these are all game-changers too - feels like freedom on a completely different level. Freedom TO and freedom FROM. Both are important.
So, I'll be a day tripper like The Beatles for now. When days start to blend into each other in the summer, and I don't know the day of the week, my quality of life improves. I'll drink it in.
People actually farm. Like they plant corn and shit. Hundreds of acres of little plants on which they base their entire budget. Odd.
And yet, being out in the middle of nowhere is pretty fucking awesome. The air is better; the clouds are better; the sunset is better; the silence is unbearably beautiful.
And a nice porcelain bathtub, outside, filled with cold water from a hose (after it has warmed up a bit) is an added bonus. Literally SUNBATHING feels amazing (especially when no one can see me, so it doesn't matter what I am or am not wearing).
I don't know if I'm the type of person who could live in isolation like that, but a mini vacation now and again is priceless. Having access to three-wheelers and motorcycles and cocktails - playing guitar in the back of a '69 Chevy - these are all game-changers too - feels like freedom on a completely different level. Freedom TO and freedom FROM. Both are important.
So, I'll be a day tripper like The Beatles for now. When days start to blend into each other in the summer, and I don't know the day of the week, my quality of life improves. I'll drink it in.
Tuesday, June 12, 2018
Life is a Four, on a Scale of Ten
It's been a while. I'm not writing. I'm not doing anything, really, which expands my life expectancy. I drink too much. I smoke too much. I think too much.
Ironically, I think that last one is the one which will prematurely kill me.
I can's stop thinking about everything and everyone. Here is a list of my (current) top intrusive thoughts:
Ironically, I think that last one is the one which will prematurely kill me.
I can's stop thinking about everything and everyone. Here is a list of my (current) top intrusive thoughts:
- I am ready for the next stage of my life. Unfortunately, due to the current state of the government and the world, I am unable to quit my job to move on.
- Parenting. (I'm not sure I need to say anything else. If you have kids, you understand. If you are a kid, you understand differently.)
- P.S. I'm not sure I'm doing a good job at raising people. We all think too much and want more than we can afford.
- Pussy. I said it. There's a cat in my house now. I would never have done that myself, but Humphrey's presence in my house has kept me marginally sane in the past few weeks. He knows nothing but food, love, play, and sleep. I love him, unconditionally - something I wish the people in my life would do for me.
- Nebraska. Fucking stupid weather. I hate being hot. I used to love gardening, but now I just sweat and curse most of the time, because no one will help me do anything outside, nor do they care (on any level) about the area surrounding our home.
- Oh, and maybe they could pick up their fucking shit? (Just a thought...)
- Love. What a bitch. I think I know what I deserve as a human being - at least I know what I want from a life partner, and yet I have never had a partner who cares enough about me to surround me with love and companionship. Everything seems to be conditional to everyone. I don't know if part of that is my fault, or if I simply cannot find another person who is willing to give up part of themselves to be part of me (something I do for literally everyone I love).
- Food. I eat like an asshole, therefore my body treats me like the asshole I am.
- Marriage. Fuck it. What a racket. I'm not sure what's worse: marriage or college. It's all about commitment and money. Marriage ended up not being about love; and paying for my children to go to college ended up being just a very expensive financial experiment.
- Death. Yep. We're all going there. Why fight it?
My list is not meant to be depressing or attention-whoring. I only mean to point out the things in life which make me a little bit crazy, and about which I cannot stop thinking. I didn't even include the news, because I stopped watching it. I only READ the news now, because the talking idiots on the tv screen don't get to take up space in my head. DJ Trump can do his best at destroying America, but I think Americans are doing a fine job of destroying the American Dream all by themselves. We didn't need a reality tv person as president, but we have one, and now the rest of the world knows what I already knew, which is that people don't really care about anything except themselves.
I shall make a cocktail and go pick weeds, because that's the only thing over which I have any control. And even then, the weeds take over. That's life: a series of recursive tasks which get me nowhere, in a place where I will never be a star. I will only be an empty satellite orbiting in space, wondering where all the other satellites are and why I can't communicate with them on a transcendental level.
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