The drawback to playing music, unless it is symphony or other situation with which I'm unfamiliar, is that you have to deal with lunatics who aren't always the fun kind of crazy. And you deal with club owners, who are often quite seedy and creepy, dishonest, and unpleasant. If you drink enough they seem like swell folks. I don't drink so that stretch is one I can't make---from reality to thinking these creeps aren't creeps.
Obviously something set me off. I like to play, so I put up with some nonsense in order to do so. Mostly I like playing certain things with certain people.
It is some consolation for sidestepping my true calling, which was broadcast in a language I didn't understand, so that explains it.
The important thing is to hope to be of some positive value to good people. Why be of use to bad people? Net positive influence overall is the important thing. To me, I think that is what counts.
No holiday travel this year. Sometime soon I hope for a nice trip to somewhere. You never know when or if such adventures will be realized.
This looks like it will be a rather significant time. It may be life altering. Just how the cards fall. That could be OK. Or maybe nothing at all will change.
Monday, November 24, 2014
Sunday, November 23, 2014
Out Loud; not brazen enough to call it thinking
Machines often goes south. What breaks or wears out when and how is not usually a constant. It can be this or that. And God does not just decide to be meaner to some machines than others, although I don't think he is fond of Jerry Lewis or Eric Holder. Don't think it is a he or she, but that's neither here nor there.
I'm not sure of my outlook but I know views I don't embrace. Most of them somehow seeded in the victim mentality. I think my philosophy was best brought to the fore without even thinking about it, way back when Hurricane Andrew hit South Florida.
People were calling themselves hurricane victims. I couldn't quite embrace that. Mostly because of the attitude surrounding that. Trees fall on people. People get struck by lightening. It's all physics at play. Things doing what they do according to how things work. This is where we live. People think conflicting thoughts about that fact.
There are big movements with their driving idea being that the earth is the victim of the people. Some of those same complainers think they are victims of nature because they fall apart or contract some physical malady. Or they are victims of spring or the cold or the humidity, altitude, lack of humidity, etc. Victims, no matter what.
I'm a victim of me. I'm quite abusive if you get stuck living inside my mind and body. In any case, I guess I always wait until the last minute to take care of business, in almost all situations. Number one goal, get it all straightened out and simplified. Organize and try to second guess the state. CA is wacko if you are above board, on the grid, in the system. There are times you have no choice but to have them all up your business.
You can give away the farm as long as you're alive. But try to do upon your exit and they want to steal a big chunk of it. People are so easily led or no way would they allow that. They think they're sticking it to the rich. Creepy, both from the standpoint of ignorance, and from the standpoint of greedy jealousy.
I'm not sure of my outlook but I know views I don't embrace. Most of them somehow seeded in the victim mentality. I think my philosophy was best brought to the fore without even thinking about it, way back when Hurricane Andrew hit South Florida.
People were calling themselves hurricane victims. I couldn't quite embrace that. Mostly because of the attitude surrounding that. Trees fall on people. People get struck by lightening. It's all physics at play. Things doing what they do according to how things work. This is where we live. People think conflicting thoughts about that fact.
There are big movements with their driving idea being that the earth is the victim of the people. Some of those same complainers think they are victims of nature because they fall apart or contract some physical malady. Or they are victims of spring or the cold or the humidity, altitude, lack of humidity, etc. Victims, no matter what.
I'm a victim of me. I'm quite abusive if you get stuck living inside my mind and body. In any case, I guess I always wait until the last minute to take care of business, in almost all situations. Number one goal, get it all straightened out and simplified. Organize and try to second guess the state. CA is wacko if you are above board, on the grid, in the system. There are times you have no choice but to have them all up your business.
You can give away the farm as long as you're alive. But try to do upon your exit and they want to steal a big chunk of it. People are so easily led or no way would they allow that. They think they're sticking it to the rich. Creepy, both from the standpoint of ignorance, and from the standpoint of greedy jealousy.
Friday, November 21, 2014
Sometimes I'd Rather Be A Mental Case
If it is all in your head, a result of a defective attitude or personality, you can change it if you really care to do that. If it is not like that, then this may be about as good as it will ever be.
So, you tell yourself that at least you aren't crazy or making stuff up. Then you say, "I wish I was a bigger liar than I am". You may say "were" instead of was. I'd probably go the 'were' route. No idea why.
Nothing is carved in stone. But it is becoming increasingly evident, or narrowed down. Good time for an improved attitude.
My main anchor in most ways, at the moment, is playing music with my Blue Sky friends and Sande.
Get it while the gettin's good. That could be fifty years, or maybe way fewer.
So, I may be seeking that parasail, and some guidance regarding how it works, sooner than later.
Almost a year with no cigarettes. I'm losing the tendency to have frequent desires for one. It smells nice to get just the first whiff of fresh cigarette smoke, but not that nice. I like being free of that, and anything else I'm free of that would own me if it could.
In some ways, maybe these are simpler times. All in how it is viewed and approached, I suppose.
What I don't know is a lot. As is what I have yet to learn.
So, you tell yourself that at least you aren't crazy or making stuff up. Then you say, "I wish I was a bigger liar than I am". You may say "were" instead of was. I'd probably go the 'were' route. No idea why.
Nothing is carved in stone. But it is becoming increasingly evident, or narrowed down. Good time for an improved attitude.
My main anchor in most ways, at the moment, is playing music with my Blue Sky friends and Sande.
Get it while the gettin's good. That could be fifty years, or maybe way fewer.
So, I may be seeking that parasail, and some guidance regarding how it works, sooner than later.
Almost a year with no cigarettes. I'm losing the tendency to have frequent desires for one. It smells nice to get just the first whiff of fresh cigarette smoke, but not that nice. I like being free of that, and anything else I'm free of that would own me if it could.
In some ways, maybe these are simpler times. All in how it is viewed and approached, I suppose.
What I don't know is a lot. As is what I have yet to learn.
Tuesday, November 18, 2014
My Court Would Be the One You Want
That is, if you had to go to court for something, and you weren't a cop or abusive authority, then my court would be the best one. I say that because, without real proof, and without watching the trial, I refuse to say OJ was guilty. I did not go to that circus or pay it much attention, except for OJ over-acting when making sure everyone could see the glove did not fit.
And I never even liked Bill Cosby. One of the few who didn't. I didn't think he was very funny. But I refuse to make the assumption that he is guilty of these ancient accusations. Maybe yes, maybe no, maybe he has a penchant for rubbing shoulders with crazy people. I do not know.
I do know that when a bandwagon of opinion starts rolling, and it is the stuff of Letterman's lame ass jokes, people pretend that their view is actually well founded when all they are doing is behaving as the media molds them into behaving. Haha, everyone knows Cosby was raping tall women, so there. That takes him down, and makes me feel just that much bigger and more important.
I also know that in some worlds, some circles, one can piss off the wrong people, and very damaging PR can be arranged. People can be ruined. Often they manage to use government somehow. And that reminds me, Obama weighs in on neighborhood squabbles with drunk Harvard pals in distant cities, shootings in distant cities, and he has no more facts than what we have with Cosby, so has he offered his omniscient viewpoint?
You would think, with all the advances in communication, that reporters and the public at large would make more effort to get all the facts before jumping to conclusions and behaving like the lynch mobs in old Hollywood Westerns. Remember how stupid those people always were? Now they're in Ferguson. Lynch mob cowpoke rednecks turned gangsta in your face in the hood rednecks. Dumbass knows no color.
And it is tough to point these things out, as in the case of Ferguson, because I think the police mentality has become highly dangerous in this country, over all. And I think the "authorities" generally handle things like thugs would. So, like the old Spy vs Spy, it is Thugs Vs Thugs.
It's tough to defend that arrogant bigot to the point of admitting that neither I nor any other unconnected party knows very much regarding his guilt or innocence. Unlike what some have said, I feel it is the validity of the charge, not the weight, which is of most importance.
But I am not so sure the cop coldly gunned down the poor lad who was beating him. Then again, I know nothing of the case. I was not there. I've only seen enough to convince me that most of the info, official or on the street, is highly suspect regarding veracity.
Changes nothing. The protest is opportunistic bullshit from many directions.
And I never even liked Bill Cosby. One of the few who didn't. I didn't think he was very funny. But I refuse to make the assumption that he is guilty of these ancient accusations. Maybe yes, maybe no, maybe he has a penchant for rubbing shoulders with crazy people. I do not know.
I do know that when a bandwagon of opinion starts rolling, and it is the stuff of Letterman's lame ass jokes, people pretend that their view is actually well founded when all they are doing is behaving as the media molds them into behaving. Haha, everyone knows Cosby was raping tall women, so there. That takes him down, and makes me feel just that much bigger and more important.
I also know that in some worlds, some circles, one can piss off the wrong people, and very damaging PR can be arranged. People can be ruined. Often they manage to use government somehow. And that reminds me, Obama weighs in on neighborhood squabbles with drunk Harvard pals in distant cities, shootings in distant cities, and he has no more facts than what we have with Cosby, so has he offered his omniscient viewpoint?
You would think, with all the advances in communication, that reporters and the public at large would make more effort to get all the facts before jumping to conclusions and behaving like the lynch mobs in old Hollywood Westerns. Remember how stupid those people always were? Now they're in Ferguson. Lynch mob cowpoke rednecks turned gangsta in your face in the hood rednecks. Dumbass knows no color.
And it is tough to point these things out, as in the case of Ferguson, because I think the police mentality has become highly dangerous in this country, over all. And I think the "authorities" generally handle things like thugs would. So, like the old Spy vs Spy, it is Thugs Vs Thugs.
It's tough to defend that arrogant bigot to the point of admitting that neither I nor any other unconnected party knows very much regarding his guilt or innocence. Unlike what some have said, I feel it is the validity of the charge, not the weight, which is of most importance.
But I am not so sure the cop coldly gunned down the poor lad who was beating him. Then again, I know nothing of the case. I was not there. I've only seen enough to convince me that most of the info, official or on the street, is highly suspect regarding veracity.
Changes nothing. The protest is opportunistic bullshit from many directions.
Thursday, November 13, 2014
Almost Missing Memphis
The highlight of my life, lately, has been playing with Sande and band. She took a trip to Memphis for a week and wanted to play some while there.
As it turns out, she wanted to play at an open mic just blocks from my old abode. It is also just a block or two from Steve, the snakedocs bass player.
Upon arrival she discovered that her guitar was in two pieces, with the head dangling by the strings. United struck again. No telling if it was the Memphis work force or not. I'll take this opportunity to reiterate my educated viewpoint regarding the Memphis workforce, in general; worst, most dishonest, incompetent and lazy workforce I've ever seen. Obviously, there are A team people no matter where you go. In Memphis, they are just fewer, and their colleagues are sorrier than most, if not all, others.
So, I reach out to my old pal Steve to help out Sande. He was able to loan her a guitar, and even have her play her stuff during his group's breaks. It turns out they were playing down the street from the O.mic venue, an hour or two earlier, so she played their breaks, then hit the Cabana place and played.
It sounds like it worked out. Steve was playing with a group other than the Snakedocs for this Cooper-Young deal, although the docs are still going and doing Beale once or twice a month. It was good to hear I'm missed.
Speaking of missed; it was not the same here at all. We played two days of Day of Dead here--almost 8 hours total. Then she jets off to Purgatory (Memphis is, in fact, Purgatory). The playing in the interim was interesting at times but felt off to me.
Finally, we had a practice, sans bass player, and it was a relief. I'm pretty sure this is the thread that keeps me moving at the moment. Every morning and day are spent avoiding this ...whatever the hell it is..physical troubles. Isn't improving much overall.
I'll see what the test on the 20th yields and then decide if I ever go back or just deal with it however. They can't cure much, so sometimes you have to decide if pursuing the prescribed official medical route is a waste or not. Usually it is if it involves any trouble shooting. Such a drag. They play the God role to the hilt, even when they can't fix you. That is the scam side of that industry. Their tendency to do that pretense of omniscience slows the progress of healing, but so be it.
One has to decide when the medicos are worth the money and when they are just going through motions with no clue. I have a fair guess at how it will play. It is worth having evidence and deciding myself what it means. Rehab in this case will be a very difficult process which will require discipline and a desire to thrive. Both those things are not commonly a part of me lately.
I wanted to be in Memphis to play with Sande, and then to go crash the next Snake doc gig on Beale. Little flights of fantasy. The humidity would most likely leave me itchy and burning and all that. Pretty sure that altitude and low humidity are my friend right now so I'll stick in Cali until it is impossible or I have outgrown this madness. Then I'll probably go back east, or not.
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As it turns out, she wanted to play at an open mic just blocks from my old abode. It is also just a block or two from Steve, the snakedocs bass player.
Upon arrival she discovered that her guitar was in two pieces, with the head dangling by the strings. United struck again. No telling if it was the Memphis work force or not. I'll take this opportunity to reiterate my educated viewpoint regarding the Memphis workforce, in general; worst, most dishonest, incompetent and lazy workforce I've ever seen. Obviously, there are A team people no matter where you go. In Memphis, they are just fewer, and their colleagues are sorrier than most, if not all, others.
So, I reach out to my old pal Steve to help out Sande. He was able to loan her a guitar, and even have her play her stuff during his group's breaks. It turns out they were playing down the street from the O.mic venue, an hour or two earlier, so she played their breaks, then hit the Cabana place and played.
It sounds like it worked out. Steve was playing with a group other than the Snakedocs for this Cooper-Young deal, although the docs are still going and doing Beale once or twice a month. It was good to hear I'm missed.
Speaking of missed; it was not the same here at all. We played two days of Day of Dead here--almost 8 hours total. Then she jets off to Purgatory (Memphis is, in fact, Purgatory). The playing in the interim was interesting at times but felt off to me.
Finally, we had a practice, sans bass player, and it was a relief. I'm pretty sure this is the thread that keeps me moving at the moment. Every morning and day are spent avoiding this ...whatever the hell it is..physical troubles. Isn't improving much overall.
I'll see what the test on the 20th yields and then decide if I ever go back or just deal with it however. They can't cure much, so sometimes you have to decide if pursuing the prescribed official medical route is a waste or not. Usually it is if it involves any trouble shooting. Such a drag. They play the God role to the hilt, even when they can't fix you. That is the scam side of that industry. Their tendency to do that pretense of omniscience slows the progress of healing, but so be it.
One has to decide when the medicos are worth the money and when they are just going through motions with no clue. I have a fair guess at how it will play. It is worth having evidence and deciding myself what it means. Rehab in this case will be a very difficult process which will require discipline and a desire to thrive. Both those things are not commonly a part of me lately.
I wanted to be in Memphis to play with Sande, and then to go crash the next Snake doc gig on Beale. Little flights of fantasy. The humidity would most likely leave me itchy and burning and all that. Pretty sure that altitude and low humidity are my friend right now so I'll stick in Cali until it is impossible or I have outgrown this madness. Then I'll probably go back east, or not.
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Friday, November 7, 2014
Everything is Changing in a Hurry
The possible job I thought would open up and make me well financially is now off the table. We don't know how that bodes for the future. For now, I'm OK.
Playing a lot with various musicians. May have a gig on the USS Midway on the 11th. Maybe. Some things are just a little odd. That is likely the way of life for young people back from battles with full tilt psychos in the mideast. Some of us are backing a marine in "music therapy" who has started playing out places. Writes some nice stuff. Hard for me to play on it though, so I'm not sure what to think.
We'll see if there is any worthwhile change in blood stuff in a couple of weeks. I feel like something changed this year and I'll never be the same, whatever that was. My life revolves around avoiding the annoyances of stupid physical things that hardly anyone else ever has. So of course it must be anxiety, or nerves, or I'm crazy. That is tiring. It is not those things at all.
It's just karma for being a bad human being or because life isn't fair or because things happen. It is not personal. I don't believe there is any big crime and punishment or test thing, or reason relating to God insisting I prove my love or any of that. I think I'm making it up and even fooled myself.
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Playing a lot with various musicians. May have a gig on the USS Midway on the 11th. Maybe. Some things are just a little odd. That is likely the way of life for young people back from battles with full tilt psychos in the mideast. Some of us are backing a marine in "music therapy" who has started playing out places. Writes some nice stuff. Hard for me to play on it though, so I'm not sure what to think.
We'll see if there is any worthwhile change in blood stuff in a couple of weeks. I feel like something changed this year and I'll never be the same, whatever that was. My life revolves around avoiding the annoyances of stupid physical things that hardly anyone else ever has. So of course it must be anxiety, or nerves, or I'm crazy. That is tiring. It is not those things at all.
It's just karma for being a bad human being or because life isn't fair or because things happen. It is not personal. I don't believe there is any big crime and punishment or test thing, or reason relating to God insisting I prove my love or any of that. I think I'm making it up and even fooled myself.
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Thursday, October 30, 2014
A Few seconds from last Sat Night
It is rare that I meet someone I like as much as this singer. I'm about to believe in angels. A positive influence on me, but like most such influences, not something that would ever cross that line. Still there is an element of the supernatural at play here.
They Still Call
So, I emailed people, and mentioned on facebook that my phone was not working, so best to email me, and what happens? They text and leave voice mail.
My phone has somewhat come back to life; enough to know I have texts or voice mail, but not enough to get at these things.
I think it may be a conspiracy, and they are all in on it. Well, they can send me a letter if it is important. Or maybe I'll give up and see if I get a replacement phone.
I want to go back to a time when one or two misguided moves, undone, would have changed my life.
Just a moment in time.
Can't do it. All I can do is play some music with those who play stuff that I'm capable of enhancing, or whatever I do. I should have been a physicist, or a pilot. Believe me, most of the science world is so wrapped in very undeveloped, dysfunctional egos that possibilities are delayed decades as a matter of course. And those ego bound creeps feel power in marrying up with the political world.
They get to be treated as mystics, seeing things mere mortals wouldn't understand, and politicians then pretend that they "have to DO something" based upon the science and opinions of *gasp, bow, scrape* SCIENTISTS!! "Scientists say..." Only those who really are, or think they are, incapable of ever learning any hard science or math really buy that priestly facade that many science types cultivate. It is highly annoying. Always has been, even since grade school.
It is the stuff of population control, culture shaping for power of the few. Seriously, the whole pretense and self serving atmosphere surrounding "science" has become nauseating. The part I find most troubling is that for every dire prediction regarding earth, ice, food, etc, the assumed solution is more governmental oversight and control; less individual choice, autonomy and mobility. They go for your money and your ability to travel easily and freely.
Have people really checked out the greedy bastards they so willing bestow with such power? Probably not, because people enjoy seeing others harassed, believing they are exempt.
Somehow this all relates to my phone which fell in the swimming pool at work.
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My phone has somewhat come back to life; enough to know I have texts or voice mail, but not enough to get at these things.
I think it may be a conspiracy, and they are all in on it. Well, they can send me a letter if it is important. Or maybe I'll give up and see if I get a replacement phone.
I want to go back to a time when one or two misguided moves, undone, would have changed my life.
Just a moment in time.
Can't do it. All I can do is play some music with those who play stuff that I'm capable of enhancing, or whatever I do. I should have been a physicist, or a pilot. Believe me, most of the science world is so wrapped in very undeveloped, dysfunctional egos that possibilities are delayed decades as a matter of course. And those ego bound creeps feel power in marrying up with the political world.
They get to be treated as mystics, seeing things mere mortals wouldn't understand, and politicians then pretend that they "have to DO something" based upon the science and opinions of *gasp, bow, scrape* SCIENTISTS!! "Scientists say..." Only those who really are, or think they are, incapable of ever learning any hard science or math really buy that priestly facade that many science types cultivate. It is highly annoying. Always has been, even since grade school.
It is the stuff of population control, culture shaping for power of the few. Seriously, the whole pretense and self serving atmosphere surrounding "science" has become nauseating. The part I find most troubling is that for every dire prediction regarding earth, ice, food, etc, the assumed solution is more governmental oversight and control; less individual choice, autonomy and mobility. They go for your money and your ability to travel easily and freely.
Have people really checked out the greedy bastards they so willing bestow with such power? Probably not, because people enjoy seeing others harassed, believing they are exempt.
Somehow this all relates to my phone which fell in the swimming pool at work.
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Wednesday, October 29, 2014
Rice and Phoning it In
It all started because I thought I could do a little work. But yesterday was one of those days when the whole attack issue raised its wily head as I sweated out of proportion to the exertion.
So, I tried to extend my time getting stuff done before it became too much and I had to find heavy sedative or scalding shower. I've actually bumped up the water heater temperature there because this is a regular deal.
I was taking off the outer shirt, and my phone fell, and battery came out. The rest slid into the pool. I just peeled off the rest of everything and jumped in to get it. I worried about modesty later at some point. Fortunately no landscapers or delivery people or housekeepers were there so no worry. Not sure it would have made any difference.
Then I hear that putting the phone in a ziplock bag full of rice for a day will help it come back to life. I had set it in the sun, rag-dried it, used a blow dryer, etc. Nothing. After a long night in the rice, it at least appears to turn on, but it is still wacko.
The phone has been acting up for awhile. I think they owe me one anyway--I suckered for all kinds of dumb person phone insurance when I bought it. I rarely do that sort of thing, but I know I am not easy on things like phones and watches. That is why I wear no watch and didn't for much of my life, even back in the other century before they built the "Bridge to the 21st Century".
Believe it or not, the only jewelry type item I very much miss wearing is a wedding ring. I wonder if I'm ever going to be the right one and have sense enough to know I landed in the right place. Doubtful, and that sucks. What offbeat chick wants a vegetarian who doesn't drink and is domestically challenged when it comes to making a good home? Or even keeping the stupid clutter at bay? I would scrub the floor every day under the right motivation I think. But I also hate to argue but I require a lot of education in many ways. It's tricky, and possibly worth it to the next Ms X
So, I tried to extend my time getting stuff done before it became too much and I had to find heavy sedative or scalding shower. I've actually bumped up the water heater temperature there because this is a regular deal.
I was taking off the outer shirt, and my phone fell, and battery came out. The rest slid into the pool. I just peeled off the rest of everything and jumped in to get it. I worried about modesty later at some point. Fortunately no landscapers or delivery people or housekeepers were there so no worry. Not sure it would have made any difference.
Then I hear that putting the phone in a ziplock bag full of rice for a day will help it come back to life. I had set it in the sun, rag-dried it, used a blow dryer, etc. Nothing. After a long night in the rice, it at least appears to turn on, but it is still wacko.
The phone has been acting up for awhile. I think they owe me one anyway--I suckered for all kinds of dumb person phone insurance when I bought it. I rarely do that sort of thing, but I know I am not easy on things like phones and watches. That is why I wear no watch and didn't for much of my life, even back in the other century before they built the "Bridge to the 21st Century".
Believe it or not, the only jewelry type item I very much miss wearing is a wedding ring. I wonder if I'm ever going to be the right one and have sense enough to know I landed in the right place. Doubtful, and that sucks. What offbeat chick wants a vegetarian who doesn't drink and is domestically challenged when it comes to making a good home? Or even keeping the stupid clutter at bay? I would scrub the floor every day under the right motivation I think. But I also hate to argue but I require a lot of education in many ways. It's tricky, and possibly worth it to the next Ms X
Saturday, October 18, 2014
If It Wasn't Real, It Would Be Fiction, And That Would Be A Better Thing
I'm pretty sure Fin called this. Not positive. But now we actually have an Ebola Czar.
How to say it without using expletives, over and over and over. Are you kidding me?
I actually busted out laughing when they first said his strangeness was considering appointing an Ebola Czar. Of course, plenty of people aren't old enough to have experienced life when there were no czars at all in the government of the USA. It was not paradise, but I do feel that the lack of czars was a preferable condition.
I can just hear the discussion: "Ebola is really scary. Just the thought of it, or saying the word out loud, generates enough fear to constitute a crisis. Hey!!! I know!! I'll appoint a lawyer to be the big
wahoo of Ebola. King of this particular lethal disease. What could go wrong? Besides, if we can keep this thing rolling we can do better at controlling people and modifying behavior."
Do we have a breast cancer czar yet? And an erectile dysfunction czar. Czars galore, yet I don't think we have a surgeon general at this time. I remember Dr E something Coop. He was a busy body, trying to screw with smokers. He was kind of an act with his affected image and Amish style, old sailing captain looking, beard. He was a know-it-all.
But, you knew who was attorney general. And they did not have SWAT teams at his disposal. So now we have the SWAT teams but no surgeon general. The CDC guys have it under control.
People don't get that all this costs money. Their money, one way or another.
We should have a One Way or Another Czar. The extent to which the majority of humanity are philosophical, political suckers is amazing. People are attracted to puzzles and to having power over others, so they will rationalize like crazy trying satisfy their lust for making others pay or act a certain way.
Whatever.
An Ebola Czar. Rumor has it this guy is going to face off against this virus by filing a restraining order and some sort of punitive tort claims on behalf of "the American People".
I happened to catch Real Time with Bill Maher for the first and maybe last time. He really is a sleaze. But he didn't make me as ideologically angry as I expected. I just thought his material was unbelievably lame, unoriginal, banal, and childish.
Either his writers are so bloated on the progressive koolaid they can't think or they just had a really bad day.
But then I see some allegedly right wing stuff that is embarrassing. The idea is not to "put God back in government". It is to so limit government that it can do but minimal damage, precisely because it and it's officers are not God, yet they are likely to imply that they are. And they love it when the public goes along.
Hey! I know! Here's how each side can "reach across the aisle" and fondle the other's ego in a bi-partisan manner. Instead of an Ebola Czar, appoint an Ebola God. Or a government-clergy task force for Ebola Strategies and Faith.
That's the kind of thing that makes everyone happy. Or the majority. Actually the way authority creep works is off of a floating majority. The percentage of the population who support or go along with the state remains relatively constant, but the actual make up of the numbers will vary according to who is being robbed or scapegoated at any given time.
I would never accept a job called Ebola Czar. Maybe if I were a confident and curious doctor, but someone who wants it as a stepping stone or political tool. No, that is creepy.
How to say it without using expletives, over and over and over. Are you kidding me?
I actually busted out laughing when they first said his strangeness was considering appointing an Ebola Czar. Of course, plenty of people aren't old enough to have experienced life when there were no czars at all in the government of the USA. It was not paradise, but I do feel that the lack of czars was a preferable condition.
I can just hear the discussion: "Ebola is really scary. Just the thought of it, or saying the word out loud, generates enough fear to constitute a crisis. Hey!!! I know!! I'll appoint a lawyer to be the big
wahoo of Ebola. King of this particular lethal disease. What could go wrong? Besides, if we can keep this thing rolling we can do better at controlling people and modifying behavior."
Do we have a breast cancer czar yet? And an erectile dysfunction czar. Czars galore, yet I don't think we have a surgeon general at this time. I remember Dr E something Coop. He was a busy body, trying to screw with smokers. He was kind of an act with his affected image and Amish style, old sailing captain looking, beard. He was a know-it-all.
But, you knew who was attorney general. And they did not have SWAT teams at his disposal. So now we have the SWAT teams but no surgeon general. The CDC guys have it under control.
People don't get that all this costs money. Their money, one way or another.
We should have a One Way or Another Czar. The extent to which the majority of humanity are philosophical, political suckers is amazing. People are attracted to puzzles and to having power over others, so they will rationalize like crazy trying satisfy their lust for making others pay or act a certain way.
Whatever.
An Ebola Czar. Rumor has it this guy is going to face off against this virus by filing a restraining order and some sort of punitive tort claims on behalf of "the American People".
I happened to catch Real Time with Bill Maher for the first and maybe last time. He really is a sleaze. But he didn't make me as ideologically angry as I expected. I just thought his material was unbelievably lame, unoriginal, banal, and childish.
Either his writers are so bloated on the progressive koolaid they can't think or they just had a really bad day.
But then I see some allegedly right wing stuff that is embarrassing. The idea is not to "put God back in government". It is to so limit government that it can do but minimal damage, precisely because it and it's officers are not God, yet they are likely to imply that they are. And they love it when the public goes along.
Hey! I know! Here's how each side can "reach across the aisle" and fondle the other's ego in a bi-partisan manner. Instead of an Ebola Czar, appoint an Ebola God. Or a government-clergy task force for Ebola Strategies and Faith.
That's the kind of thing that makes everyone happy. Or the majority. Actually the way authority creep works is off of a floating majority. The percentage of the population who support or go along with the state remains relatively constant, but the actual make up of the numbers will vary according to who is being robbed or scapegoated at any given time.
I would never accept a job called Ebola Czar. Maybe if I were a confident and curious doctor, but someone who wants it as a stepping stone or political tool. No, that is creepy.
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