New Theory for Mystery in post Below

Not knowing how the workings of that faith operate, other than that they multiply like rabbits,  I can only guess at ritual and dogma.

I'm thinking the way it works is that things Must be done in this order: a-get married, b-consummate marriage, c-have the hooplah celebration in the church basketball arena.  That is why they marry one night, do the party the next.

What if, for whatever reason, they tried all night and all day but just couldn't get the dang thing consummated?   They can't be doing things out of order.  It explains everything.

Maybe people looked unworried because, after 3 or 4 hours, the couple shows up and the brethren and sisteren help them get this consummation business accomplished.  They may look straight arrow, but those folks love sex.  I can tell.

California Dreaming, part 7262013

One of the big surprises for me, here in sunny SoCal, was the big churchy aspect.  I encountered nothing like this in the South, and they have churches everywhere, but they are often smaller, some the size of a small barn or taco stand.

San Diego county houses maybe a billion Mormons, and big showings for Seventh Day Adventists and some Caledonian thing--they be somewhat foreign--and who knows what other group that would probably piss off the Baptists down south.

I played a little music with a Mormon guy over the last couple of years.  I even played for a Mormon event at a Mormon church--or whatever term they use, if not church.

So, that guy was marrying the girl singer, also a Mormon.  Mormonette, if you will.  You won't?  Yea, guess not.

Apparently they do the church stuff and actually get married the night before.  That is what they did.  Then they have like a reception-party thing the next night.  At a mormon place.   All their places have a very nice indoor basketball court, which also serves as a banquet hall, dance hall, etc., as needs be.  At the end of all of them is a first class stage, complete with curtain.

So, I was invited to the reception, as was the bass player who had played with us.  He gave up on that group at same time I did.  We figured we were the only non-mormon infidels in the place.  We were concerned about the possibility of a sacrificial ceremony.  We were concerned that we might be the martyrs of the event.

As it turned out we sat around with a Mormon lady that we know, sampled the buffet, sat around some more.  The invitation said it started at 6:30, then at 8 there was to be a ring exchange---I thought you did that when you got married.

It doesn't matter.  They never showed up.  Family and friends had that place looking like a mild Las Vegas.  Lights, glitz.  Nothing.

People sat around the tables and talked because they all know one another.  Some recorded music was being played.  Actually a good selection for what was at hand.

Everyone appeared to believe that the newlywed couple--marriage 2 or 3 for him, 2 for her--was still alive and hadn't fallen into a well, as I posited.

At nearly 8pm, the guy playing dj, announced the couple's phone numbers and suggested barraging them with calls and texts.  I didn't hear if any answers were received.

I left at close to 830.  Not to show to your own party is a bit odd.  He was going to play music and wanted the bass and I to play, was my understanding.  The erratic degree of reliability involved with the couple, particularly the groom,  has those people conditioned to assume it is due to irresponsibility so I'll bet it will be some time before family church people start looking at wells to see if they fell in.

If they find this couple in a well, I'll tell them 'I told you so'.   Every encounter I've had with this guy and his world has left me wondering how reality works in that dimension.  Nothing ever makes sense, and it is never quite a represented, but then the representation rarely makes sense either.  Not showing up to something they know family and friends worked very hard to set up has to be for good reason.

Maybe they know something I don't.  Maybe I'll find out tomorrow that they were abducted by aliens, or sent to gitmo to make us safe.

Whatever the case, I think 2 hours is a large enough window of time to allow for ADD, lack of awareness, and the need to be fashionably late.  This guy is overly absent minded and quick to shift his attention in an almost randomly chaotic fashion.  So, he could easily be walking along looking at something shiny, over there, and fall into a hole, or well, dragging his new wife along.

A mystery to be solved, though I think the truth is that they just showed up late for some complicated reason that would only happen to them.  That is the MO.  Just not sure.

It Won't Matter When I'm Gone

The ever present attack of personal liberty and choice has been going on since before God was helping people win battle with the jawbone of an ass.  Things have evolved to the point where the thing is run by the brains of asses.

But, it won't matter if a speeding bus takes me out tomorrow.  So, why do I even care?   I do not know.

The fact that people are mean and stupid will not change in my life.  That assertion is backed by the support given to agencies, which intrude on lives and terrorize citizens, by the citizens themselves, and their alleged representatives.

It is bizarre.   The IRS thing should have led to its demise, but no, it becomes dem and rep establishment vs tea party if you read Huffington post.  The nature of the acts, and the principles involved mean nothing.  The IRS is purely the tool of bullies, is so far outside the law they don't even bother to pretend, yet those who point that out are deemed kooks.  Collectivism is like that.  Centralized control quickly becomes arbitrarily uneven and abusive.

The 911 pretense still prevails in matters of surveillance and national security.  Had they acted upon intelligence they had in hand prior to 911, on more than one front, it may have been prevented.  The unlawful collection of data on everyone is not a cure.  It is another weapon for those in power to ue against those who may not support those in power.  Yet, representatives and citizens seem perfectly OK with this all seeing arbiter of our lives.   At least enough of them so that the abuse of power by NSA won't be reigned in.

The whole thing is a very messy, very orchestrated play, which is so muddy and complex that many of the most vocal supporters of an all powerful state, in which we have privileges rather than rights, are unaware of the possibility they may one day be on the receiving end of the monster's wrath.  It is enough for them that, right now, their perceived enemies are hurt and don't like it.

People are shamelessly shallow.

Obama administration's assertion that Fast and Furious, Benghazi, IRS, NSA, etc. are "phony scandals" is only true in the context that all these things don't look good for the phonies being exposed.  They are not phony scandals.  They are symptoms of a society who sees government as their parent or God, and the answer to all ills, even those created by government.

If you think republicans are cool, check the split on the vote to defund NSA over reach.   Interesting that strong numbers in both parties were willing to reign in this abomination, but for once in our lives, more democrats wanted to cut funding to this agency.

If you think democrats are cool, I'm sorry for you.  Both the dem and rep establishments are immoral, lying, abominations.

Both parties were fairly well split on the issue.  Some went through dramatic speeches about 911 to justify trading freedom for an invasive government.  The trouble is, proof of anything being claimed is tough to prove or disprove.   For one thing, you cannot actually prove how many lives have been saved or snuffed, even though they spout figures and statistics.   Can't really prove it.

How much of this global threat we all must fear to the point of giving up our autonomy is the result of a hundred years worth of bad foreign policy?  Or just the erroneous notion that God wants the USA to run around the world "spreading democracy" at gun point?   We aren't supposed to spread anything.

Oh well.  I don't really care that much.  I think the obvious mistake of how things are run and people bullied by the state just adds to my mounting personal fears.   I'm so tired of being on the edge, in a fog, and in painful solitary that I don't dare own a pistol, although I am for very loose gun laws.  Maybe even for no gun laws.  The ones in place do little to protect the innocent.  Just look at the place with strict laws.   They either get violent in other ways or shoot each other regardless of law.

You are safer in most parts of the US than you are in Britain when it comes to violent crime.  A a matter of fact, if you take a few of the craziest cities out of the mix, you are safer here than in most of the world.

Not going to change any of that.  So, what do I do while I wait for my last breath?  I don't know.  Not every day do I wake up glad to wake up.  Living being should have a bit of a better outlook than that.  I am tired of it.  I blew it and I can't shake the disappointment, regret and, sometimes, horror that brings.

I'll continue pretending so my family will never know the real deal.  I owe them that.

The ultimate answer may be to drink the koolaid, and become another mindless fool following one or another of these parties or movements.  

Is it because I am white that women act nervous when I show up in an empty parking garage where they are exiting or entering their cars?   Our buddy who saved Guam from capsizing, Rep Hank Johnson, is sure it only happens to black men because we all hate them, and crime statistics in no way indicate that you are more likely to be mugged by a particular age and gender specification of a particular race.

I never discriminate like that. I hide from everyone.

Is it normal that police accused me of a robbery I didn't commit, cornered me in a diner about some bank that jut got robbed, threw me against a wall a few times for poor performance of a breathalyzer test, made me follow a pen in circles and figure 8's for fun when I'd done nothing wrong and hadn't had a drink for more than 20 years,  stopped me in my driveway, blocking me in with five cop cars, searched my car, didn't give an excuse for over an hour, then it was a lie,  stopped me about five different times for no reason then trumped one up and finally took off,  gave me a speeding ticket instead of the person in front of me who was really speeding, gave me a ticket for turning my lights on at night?   Is all this because I am white?

If I were black I'd be sure that every unexplained abuse by employers, police and women who broke my heart was all due to race.   It is not, and what they are promoting now is only half truths and outright lies.  Another shameful Obama ploy to divide.

Oh, and I have been scoped out in department stores and elsewhere.  If I walked in acting thuggish, I'd expect it.  I expected it in the old days when I was with friends who did not know how to act.

I'm a victim too.  I want laws tailored to me, and I want to go stop traffic and break things to prove I'm a victim.

I am no fan of law enforcement in most cases, but mostly because of the laws themselves, and the methods used to enforce laws.  Sting operation are 90% entrapment schemes and wrong.  Roadblocks and random stops are just wrong.  I could go on. But I already went on too long.  In many ways

San Diego Staying Classy

Politics is largely public theater.  Never mind that it is a distraction while an army of Artful Dodgers pick your pockets clean.

I must say the San Diego political machines have created some theater that is more peculiar than most.

I'm in SD county, but not city.  Huge county.  Anyway, the mayor had been annoying people.  Some nicknamed him, "the emperor", but I didn't keep up with why.  The funny thing is that lot of people said they liked things he'd done as mayor but not how he did them.

Then his own party said he was rubbing his staff the wrong way--literally.   They even came up with a name for one of his moves, the Filner headlock.

Demonstrating their inability to do anything sane, republicans are jumping on the bandwagon in self-righteous competition with the democrats who got the band wagon going, and were trying to crank up the self righteous media posturing.   Republicans should play quiet calm and sympathetic to the dems who are leading the charge to get rid of their own mayor.

It's like two guitar players trying to one up each other.  Each surreptitiously bumping his volume up until you have ear bleed.  So the trick to looking better is to subtly encourage the other guitar player to bump his volume beyond sane, while never increasing your own.  People can only take so much hysteria.  They need breathers.


Everyone is outraged, "on behalf of women everywhere".    They are overacting.  I peg many of them for creeps, themselves, and the outrage act doesn't ring quite real.

Now his very recently exed fiance has come out with some kind of dirt.  Nothing really all that bad compared to the workplace accusations.  He may be a creep, but when exes come out with non-essential information just to join the mob, or for revenge, that is kind of low, too.

The classy thing is that they all seem to agree that righteous outrage is the way to play this opportunity. I predict this sort of thing will become more common as it clouds the view of how their power is being used and abused.  The impatient will be taking notes.  It is the 21st century American answer to a coup or storming the castle to capture or kill the king.

It is great that Filner won't quit.  This will drag out the drama.  I'm hoping for a complex twist of plot to emerge.  Air time guaranteed now that Gloria Allred is involved.   If you abuse a position of power, the least you can do is give the public a few months of good theater.  Filner has lived on the public dime for quite awhile.

If he's slick, he'll claim this public drama is "his way of giving back".

This is what happens when someone gets away with abusing power and position to grope women, and then he gropes the wrong one.  And then other women in the place get the word.  No putting back that can of worms.

The downside will be the cost to taxpayers for the probable trial to come.  Entertainment involving government and government people is never ever cheap.

I wonder if an Diego could ever be as classy as Hialeah was the last time I lived in Dade County, FL.  Hialeah's mayor had to cut his term a little short due to a conviction for embezzling from the city.   He did a little time, then ran for mayor again, and won.

That is classy.  A city full of people who elect a guy who steals from them then are too crazy not to do it again, enthusiastically.   And there are those who think mob rule is fine.  They are nuts.  

Maybe I'm Not A Fish

Sunday I decided to go this Parkway Bar and hole in the wall for an open jam.   It was all plugged in, not acoustic at all.   That seemed interesting.

I did not know any of the players there.  The way they do it is have a sign up sheet with four sets listed.  You put your name on any of them and say what you play, like guitar/vocals.   These people know one another.  I had no idea which set would be a fit.

So, I tried to ask some of the apparent hotshots.  No help whatsoever.  If I were to pick a word that describes R&B/ rock/loud musicians, or musicians in general, with exceptions for most country/bluegrass/BallisticMountain, "gracious" would certainly NOT be the word.

All these players were really good, and obviously knew what they were playing.  You can be the ace of all time, and still be very difficult for a stranger on stage.  It is easier to jam with those who are secure enough not to make life a pain for the newcomer.

The main front for my set was a guy whose exaggerated angry frown and over abundance of tattoos seemed to telegraph a message of "I'm Mr Badass and I hate everyone".   By the time I left, I think he and I were of the same mindset.  For a little while there I hated everyone, too.  Including him.

I could not hear myself at all.  And it seemed the guy kept pulling out stuff that had irregular and odd progressions.  It almost seemed as if he purposely threw curves.  I noticed a slight look of shock when he thought a minor key thing would be undoable for me.  It happens that minor stuff is usually much easier for me.  Once he figured out I had a hot at sinking my teeth into that tune, he made a point not to let that work out.   Some guitar players should be sent to an isolated place where they can annoy one another death,  rather than foisting themselves upon the innocent and decent.

I stayed the whole set and added what I could, but overall I do not think I did anything to further my standing in that crowd.  Maybe if I had the prescribed look it would help.  Maybe if my increasing aversion to strange crowds was less intense that would help.

Maybe if I did not dislike a certain type of attitude among musicians I would be OK.   I was in disbelief at the lack of information and assistance I received when I asked.  Usually people do better than that.  They had their cliques, and their fun.  I did not have a good time.

I won't be back even though some of what they do attracts me.  Overall, as good as it was---and these people were very professional, skill wise--none of it was the kind of thing that lifts me up, makes me want to move, be happy, live.

Certain music hits me like that, and I need everything I can find that make me want to be happy and live.

Maybe I'm too vain.  My feeling is that I'm at least as good at what I do as they are at what they do, but I am more original and less of a tired stereotype.  But I may be more tired in general.  Also, that doesn't mean I'm better to listen to.  I'm just tired of so much same old thing from various groups.  I must bore more easily than I thought.

I've never liked it at all, on a job or elsewhere, when people play that game of not making life easy for the new person through the door.  I've seen it a lot and I try not to be that type.   One thing for sure, I've dealt with enough of that in music scenarios to last a life time, and I won't put up with it ever again.

So, I gave it a shot in order to broaden my horizons and I won't deal with those people again.  I left wanting to smash their guitars over their affected, empty heads.  But I behaved the whole time.

It turns out I may not be where I think I should be, doing what I ought to do, to justify continuing to play, but the people I do play with are good people, not Jr High cool boys and girls showing off and finding satisfaction through exclusion of the unknown.  These are the most decent and gracious of any groups with which I've played; the ballistic Mountain three and their friends.

That's how I met Joel many year ago.  I answered questions he had that people at the jam wouldn't.  I was helpful and often felt shut out myself at that place.  Besides, it is simply good manner to repectfully answer sincere questions if you can.

I'm quite mad at myself for waiting it out at that open jam (I played last set), for wasting my time doing something that I would rather not do unless I am good enough to be making some money doing it, for putting up with nonsense, for stagnating in my life, for letting people go, for ever getting divorced, dumped or leaving in error, for being whatever it is that I am.  I'm angry for all of it.

One thing for sure, few things in life are more obnoxious than a roomful of people who think they are rock stars.  Most likely a room full of real rock stars would be equally annoying, if not more so.

Usually the most real of pop musicians play jazz, country, bluegrass, and such.  From the heart, and they know they'll never be rich and famous anyway.  I don't think I'm doing much of anything from the heart any more.  Seriously, rock and roll types are by far the most closed minded, rude, and insecure of all musicians---speaking in wide generalizations.  Facts are facts.  Not all are so bad, and many jerks can play well.  Still, rude is rude, and creeps are creepy.


Maybe I should do something else.  I'm restless and want to move.

Obviously, I regularly pine for places where I am not.

At the Parkway Bar jam I felt like a fish out of water.   Now I think it is possible that I'm just not a fish, so why keep trying to be one?

Had to Delete

It became clear to me that things get beyond the humor point from time to time.   Now is one of those times.  Your biting satire and wit could easily be viewed at a glance as incendiary.

So, why knowingly do that?  I don't.  I see the problem and I take care of it.  So, you should hire me to hang out until I see a problem.  That way you'll be ahead of the game.

I May Call My New Song, "The Great Pretense"

Parts of this are really old.  The melody I have in mind is one of those kind that never really ends or has a hard resolve.  A skip to school, happy go lucky sort of thing.  The cheerful melody is a contrast but also fits the point.  But it can be talking about whatever you want.

in the distant night
a baby sleeps
a flower screams
a mother weeps
and the fog from the hills
rolls and rolls
stealing the sight
from the valley below

as innocence
alive and free
is spent like a
cheap commodity
by laughing lords
and puppeteers
trading souls
for another beer

and time and time again
my life flashed before my eyes
praying for lightning in the
thundering rain
begged for lightning
yet here I am
and the fog from the hills
rolls and rolls
stealing the sight
from the valley below

 you thought
we were lying
when we said
they were dying
see them play
in the shimmering sea
no one hears
a drowning plea

the fog in the hills 

rolls and rolls

stealing the sight 

of  the valley below

innocence
alive and free
spent like a
cheap commodity
by laughing lords
and puppeteers
trading souls
for another beer

the fog in the hills
rolls and rolls
stealing the sight
from the valley below

the fog in the hills
rolls and rolls
stealing the sight
of  the valley below


All rights reserved, of course.  No one can use these lyrics for anything except to prove I'm whatever.

If I could write something good, it would look like Heaven, or Volare, or Whiter Shade of Pale
If I had a window, it would look like that one that got shattered

If I Had a Wife, She'd Look Like Nicole

OK.  Almost have it all out of my system for now.

In other news, my colleague, Joel, has confessed that he is the one who is nuts and that I am sane, stable and always right.

Not sure if the last part is verbatim, but I'm sure that is what he meant.

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A little tip when it comes to caulking in tight places which are still visible so it has to be neat:  if you aren't careful it can become messy, tedious and troublesome.  If it involves a very small gap, cut the tip so that it has a small opening.  Ignore their little guide dents on the nozzle.  They just want lots of stuff coming out o you buy more sooner.

A damp finger is the ticket for smoothing it.  Also deft use of a sponge, and a case of paper towels help things along.

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I guess the fire is about out up on Sunrise Parkway, Mt. Laguna.  It was only 15% contained for days.  The whole fire thing, and the fact that little is done in the way of clever prevention to limit the fire's fuel and spread so it doesn't ruin people's lives, makes me think of this location as temporary.  Good thing I'm a practiced vagabond.  Most of the logical steps are illegal for one reason or another.

So, do you go back to a city that is populated by racists but doesn't catch fire except when they riot?  Probably not.  I've long viewed learning to love freezing weather as the answer to peaceful living.  Places with few rabble rousers and not much population density--in more ways than one--are usually places with harsh winters.   Good weather tends to attract riffraff.

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If I had a dog, he'd look like Old Yeller.
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What to do if They Stop Traffic

If these alleged demonstrators and protesters are attempting to stop you from getting where you need to go, I suggest you refuse to stop, and instead accelerate and, where useful, prop a door open.  That is my solution to that.

These people are lunatics and liars.  Disagreeing with some verdict way the hell over there does not translate into robbing, looting and satisfying sadistic urge and racial hatred.  At leat there is no legitimate, sane or logical connection.  The morons who do these things are thrilled that Al and every other pretender validate their greed, stupidity and sick love of inflicting pain on others.  The Reids, Obamas, and Sharptons of the country pretty much declare open season on everyone not of the correct ethnic group.  They are shameless.  It serves their devious dishonest ends.

I'd be ashamed to be as easily led as these mob people are.   Can't expect people to think for themselves if they are braindead.

I swear, if I knew of a country that wasn't suckered into insanity, I'd move.  But I know of no sane country.  The world is over-regulated and largely comprised of people incapable of being responsible with technology, and they are philosophical vacuums.  My impression is that most of the world is about as smart and moral as what Oakland Ca puts on display regularly, often in protest of something of which they know virtually nothing, like this case.

I'm going to see if maybe one of those Caribbean places is feasible.  I think the usa is screwed, done, over with.  

Ever Wonder How The Hitler Episode Could Happen?

That Nazi thing could never happen here, we thought.  Look around.  In the USA we are ripe for at least that kind of insane tyranny and manufactured conflict between factions.

Except the Germans are probably a lot smarter than most of our various groups.  Imagine, if being smart didn't provide them with better awareness, our dumb asses are in real trouble.

Charlatans, witch doctors, power hungry community organizers without conscience are seeking to use bully and thug tactics for what, I do not know.  To execute or abuse Zimmerman?  Apparently, screaming and breaking windows in cities hundreds or thousands of miles from the scene of the crime in question is supposed to be a righteous expression of honest people who don't like the concept of innocent until PROVEN guilty.

Maybe he was a nitwit.  That is not the point.  No one can demonstrate that the Martin shooting was racist, yet irresponsible "leaders" are agitating their idiot followers as if it is a clear case of white on black crime, motivated by race, and done without consequence.   No one has or can back up such claims.

Some people do not care where the herd is headed, they just want to be part of it.  I'll wager few of them have a clue what the word "proof" and the phrase "reasonable doubt" even mean.

Now, when I'm out late, as I was tonight, working, if I see a black guy at the gas station, I pay extra attention because of all the talk about shooting white people if the (hispanic) Zimmerman was found not guilty.  That is how these bastards manage to split us up by race, sex, etc.

Of course when you have the majority of a group willingly allowing themselves to be spoken for and led, it is unlikely good will come of it.

Now let's see what kind of white idiots come out of the woodwork.  The hooded ones will be stepping up the membership drive, no doubt.

I'm so fed up with people who seem too stupid to know they are stupid, or too stupid to see how it is ridiculous to be proud of being stupid.  Many people are proud of being stupid.  I guess some just have no shame, no honor or sense of values, so they wreak havoc in a quest for power, and maybe a new computer if enough businesses get vandalized so they can help themselves to things they want.

That's what unconstitutional democracy looks like.

You want justice?   Fry the black panthers who harass people at the polls, fry the people who spy on citizens without probable cause of a crime, fry the people who create tricky gun tracking schemes which result in deaths here and in other countries, but yield no other positive result, fry the people who kill citizens without due process with remotely controlled aircraft, fry the people who arm every lunatic group in the mid-east and give them tax dollars, fry the people who pretend to give news but lie and edit videos and recordings to suit their slanted agenda, fry the people who locked up Lt Behenna, Ramos and Compean,  fry the unprincipled creeps who pass laws they haven't read,  fry the people who incite riots,  fry every creep who cries racist if you disagree with him/her/it, fry the IR, fry the NSA,  fry those who have hurt our country and taken away rights beyond a shadow of a doubt.
Fry yourself if you really believe the bullshit that is being passed off as a cause.

And don't look at me like I'm some uncaring white racist.  I've been around the block and I have stood on principle where few of my guilt ridden brethren would.  I quit a job because the owner fired my black friend for little reason, and wouldn't ever promote him because of race.  In my mind you have the right, but I have the right to deprive you of the benefit of my services for being a jerk.

And I did.  If you can say the same, then judge away.  It wasn't a "look at me" grandstand play.  Few people ever knew why I quit.  That business owner knew because I told him.  Almost came to blows over it.  I guess we could have marched and had the usual bullhorn and parrots.  I hate that stuff.  We could have broken windows and vandalized his property.  Instead he lost a lot of business because his clients wanted to see my friend, and wanted to buy the product from me.

The point is, I'm not guilty, and I'm not afraid to declare the Big Pretense for what it is--a big dog and pony show---a huge lie made up of innumerable lies, half-truths, and deceptions.

My little quit the job protest was nearly 30 years ago.  I've seen far cases when the most qualified job applicants, by a huge margin, were turned down in favor of a marginal prospect based on race, and out of fear that the diversity police would label the manager a racist if he/he hired based on merit.

None of that thinking is good.

I've experienced racism and sexism on a couple of jobs from cuban women, and white.  I probably could have sued.  Not my way.  I eventually left to find a better environment.  I have also had good working relationships with women managers, so don't think women don't like me because I'm creepy.  The like me because they know I love them.

Pissing in the wind.  how can people continue to pretend and be so unbelievably stupid
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