Friday, November 16, 2007

ON FRIDAY, November 16th, Heard about The Iran Agenda?

The Ultimate Dog and Pony Show
Most “experts” claim and all seem to agree that that public spin of the United States and its efforts overseas and in the world at large and on the world stage and in hemispheric public mindsets, that it’s all a dog and pony show. Some kind of smiley diffidence laden bullfuckshitcrap deal of nothingness, misdirection and obfuscation, utilizing the classic prestidigitation when it comes to Iran & Iraq, Afghanistan, and even Darfur, in Africa.
Something else is really going on despite what’s getting reported in the papers. You can hear and you can read and you can figure out on your own that that crap they’re feeding you on CNN and the papers (what little happen to exist any more), is just that, CRAP! And I tell you mister, if you don’t bury it or shovel it away, and you work in it, you’re going to have respiratory and other “problems”, for the rest of your life. You won’t get a rest. It’ll kill you.
My life, my body, my psychic aura or something or another is trying to tell me something is wrong, but do I listen? Do I do any thing about it?
I need rest. I need to consider. I need to get straight what’s going on. What can I do? Where can I start? I do not know. I simply do not know, and it is a grave and troublesome phenomena in my life.
NO sooner do I get fixed with the cough and get rid of it, when I hurt my back. Or my back is hurting me. No sooner does that get cared for then I have my left ear clog up and cause discomfort with pressure and sound coming in all fragmented, buzzy, and crackly. What gives? What is going on? What is being said to me through these things and I assume more, that I’m not getting?
What is the message? I need a vacation. I need a new job. I am grateful for what I have and what I have is not all paid for yet. Brand new car really. First year of 5 for paying for it has come to an end or will be done next month, for it was a year ago then that I “bought” it. Which when you get a loan you get it paid for by a loan company and then you pay the loan company back with interest, causing the car to cost even more, but, what can you do? YOU can’t afford to pay cash outright for a car. You’re a loser. You don’t have any thing but good credit. Who the fuck are you?
The car’s 7 + years old but it’s brand new really as it’s cherry in condition, so far…the vanity mirror folding thing on the driver’s side sun visor fell out several months ago. But so what? That’s nothing. Hurts. But, you know, it’s one of those things you’ll let go and not fix because it’d cost more than you could believe and you don’t want to hassle it.
You can’t find the clothes you have to wear and yet you want to buy more. In fact, you get coupons and you get to the stores on the way home from work and you’re tired and out of sorts and you go to a store and try clothing on. FUCKING EXPENSIVE CLOTHING, that really costs too much and then you think how it’s going to be paid for…trying to find a way. You still have not got your payment for your coral/lava tooth cap/crown figured out. And for today, the dentist was going to get you fitted/situated with it, but dammit all her subordinates canceled your appointment. You tried for another but no go. What’s going on there? What gives? What doesn’t really. What doesn’t give is your dream of writing for a living…in a world where no one really needs writers. No one needs to pay them really.
Some one said once, the writers are on strike. Go to Hollywood, network man, network. Do they understand striking writers don’t need or cannot possibly help folks to whom they’d have competition from, coming up to them on their picket line and asking how they became writers or just who their agents are so that they the would be crank on the street can become a writer too? But it’s done with good will. It’s gone done with decent intentions and I appreciate it like hell. I really do. But it’s not how it’s done, is it? What is the way? How? NO one has read my script and the one person who did want to read simply didn’t respond. Maybe because it was in such a piece of crap state. But I did fix it and it rocks now and is perfect and all but so what? I have to look as a project, for my novella of it and get it going and see what’s what there and make that happen. Get that an agent. Go from there.
Ultimately it is about us. What do we do? What’s next? Where do we go from here and what do we do to get there?
The U.S. is doomed as a country if we can’t get it by for of the people and have if the really smart people seem to know what’s really going on, our tarnished trashed and ultimately damaged world view image resuscitated on the world stage, and get to where we need to be, get going, and get out of here. Moving on. Moving on. Moving on.

Monday, November 12, 2007


Oh, I just want to write. I want to read. I want to be able to sit and read and write all day for months on end and not have to worry one whit about bills rent or being a loser or getting caught lying, cheating, breaking the law, having the law invade my house or houses or homes...or picking up my car in the middle of the night, or any thing else like that. I want the continued joy of putting my thoughts on paper on the internet and having people like them so much so as to pay me to do so and pay me for promoting things too. That's what I want. I don't want to have to do any thing else.

Friday, November 09, 2007

The Game Is Played In Pain

Yeah, sure, but it can keep one from playing or playing well too. Sure, deal with the hand we're dealt, Warren Hinckle (Who Killed Hunter Thompson?--The next Oral History of Hunter S. Thompson due...?) once wrote a book that was titled words to the general effect of the old saw: If Life Gives You Lemons, Make Lemonade. Sure, Lemonade. That's good with limes and rum. Good rum, with fresh crushed iced and mint leaves. Spearmint, Peppermint(?) and ? I don't know. What else would you want in it? More rum? Vodka? Never mind, just don't mix it with explosives or driving or any thing stupid like that. Just sit back with friends and read at that point. Watch a ball game. We don't need any thing mean or violent. It just causes pain. It hurts, and life interfere's with plans enough: My Ship Came In While I Was At The Airport Catching A Plane. And that pretty much can sum up life at times as I've found it at least.
You finally get that pair of pants or locate those beautiful mountain climbing "approach" shoes you'd been wailing about and they're moth eaten or something....the bottoms fall out or every time you put them on you get athlete's foot. Terrible thing. What now? What do you do then? Buy new ones? They don't make them any more. Buy something else or just move on and try like hell not letting it get you down. That's the main thing, because there's more life to be lived and its yours to live and share with others and freedom aint free but you have to do something about it any way.
Yeah, that's what life is. You tell yourself no more books. Read the ones you have and you go right ahead and buy more. You have to stay inspired. Somehow some how you'll find a way to write read pay bills work your job etc. Somehow. Some how. Some way, on and on and on. Moving On.


Friday, November 02, 2007

Seven Thousand Dollar Dental Visit. Or, I Got A Loan From the Stage Coach Company I'll Have 6 Months To Pay

MY DENTIST IS HOT but so what? If your dentist has to be asked to get you new toothbrushes…if your dental hygienist is different every time, then there’s a problem…and, esp. sic. Every time you go in there, there’s a “crown” required, on a tooth that of course isn’t fully covered by the highest dental program/coverage plan you have through your work, RUN! Run like fucking hell!!! Sure, you’ll have all the latest knick-knacks and gew-gaws of technical machinations. There’s a TV/computer screen and screen savers about porcelain veneers and they’re all photo-shopped to hell I’m sure. In two week’s time the prison factory tooth designer/builder team is ready with another crown, zero metal in this one thank goodness, but dammit all, I’m sure YOUR doctor won’t be there to put it in. Uh-unnh. She’s going to be on maternity leave, delivering her second (I’m guessing.) baby. WTF?! I’m tired of all this crap. A co-worker said the other day: People really should get hobbies. (Pointing to all the strollers he has to corral.) I think it’s true. This world is a fucked place, not just because all the medical crap is bogus and unnecessary, but with the way the world is going…the pain and fear of bills and payment schedules…having to scrimp and not buy any thing and do without all the time, just blows. Just absolutely blows. What the fucking bloody hell are people going to be working at? What jobs are there? What are people going to do? What the fuck is there to do? As far as I’m concerned, there’s nothing, absolutely nothing, which is why the arguments for not living are really appealing right about now. It’s a fucking waste being here. What am I here for? What are we here for? There’s nothing coming. We can’t get out of here with any thing, so, what’s the fucking point? What indeed? One can only conclude: Have Fun While Here. Fuck Around. So, how do we do this? Make a bunch of money and party. That’s about it. Have fun while doing it…else-wise, it’s a complete waste of carbon we are.

The War We Should Really Protest

Fine and well for the present day Iraq conflict, but it's really a waste of time. What we should really protest (as if it would be any affect good/bad), is the IRAN invasion, you know? That's the one we really must protest and get rid of the present ruler in office's job over.