"Thoughts, and Prayers"

Saturday, November 2, 2019

"WHY?!"

"Why Haven't The Space Aliens

Taken Over Yet?!!!"

COM'ON GUYS HOW MUCH WORSE

DOES IT HAVE TO GET DOWN HERE?!!!

"I'm Voting for this Guy"

Chester Mary Ellen Bumstead.

Comrade Chester here just announced he's tossing his tiara

into the ring to be Emperor of the Earth.

Which is, and for a short time further

The President of the United States of America.

His two point program for peace, and prosperity

is the soul of wit, and brevity.

Sez Chester, "...First. Everybody stop fucking everybody else the fuck over. This will solve all war want oppressions, and stupidities.

Second.

"After that we bring in the Golden Age."

"Forever."

"Any questions?"

Yep Vote Chester a Multi-gendered sweet soul for our times.

He also suggests that nude swimming at Boy Scout jamborees be at once re-instated. No reason,...Chester just thinks it better that way. Ya know like them old time Greek folks did.

He's got my Vote!

"~\Days go by/~"

If I were 14 or 15 again. Shit would be slightly different. I'd be braver. Nearly 70 years in this blood splattered madhouse has taught me ironically,...there's nothing to be afraid of.

Even the fucking Pope said, "...do not be afraid."

Makes sense in an Ort Cloud sort of way.

In other words regards bullies Nazis assorted buttholes, and that guy that really pisses you off,...fuck'em.

If I were once more like the sweeties above I'd start work on the Queer Anarcho Free Lunch, and Tuition Revolution both earlier, and with far more passion.

Comrades it's your life nobody else's. So love, and be Loved.

Fuck ya brains out,...with precautions.

All that, and have a Fucking Ball.

Also don't forget to Vote.

These thing not only matter, but have serious consequences.

"Who Knew?!"

"Taking the Jews with them"

I was wandering around my files.

I stumbled over some shots I took in the Newsroom of the station I wasted my life at. Me, and my old pal Tom. He was the military affairs research editor @ the place. We're seen here playing.

Yeah model makers do play with the product.

I never grew up neither did he. We were well met.

Here we're re-enacting an actual incident.

Vichy French Dewotine Fighters, and transports

stationed in Syria made a break from their Nazi captors.

Them gaudy yellow red stripes were put there by them Nazis.

This to identify them as neutral. Which Vichy was.

The Vichy were very happy to turn Jews over to Nazis,...went out of their way to do so. As did all of the occupied countries.

Point is these Vichy pilots refused to turn over the names of Jews in their squadron. So they took off for British Egypt.

Taking the Jews with them.

They ran into Nazi Bf-109's over the Med. Two Vichy planes were shot down, but six confirmed Nazi fucks bit the fucking dust.

Twelve Vichy planes made it out.

They became Free French after landing.

Tom, and I re-enacted this in the hallways, and newsroom to the befuddlement of the rest of the staff.

Friday, November 1, 2019

Two comments from another page I go to.
One about the report that sez voter turn out will be at a 100 year high,...near 70%. The other about the violence that may happen no matter which side wins the 2020 election.

The polls cannot be believed. They should not have been by the republicans in 2012, and the dems shouldn't believe them in 2020. Both said each would be a shoe-in. Not. So vote as if your life home, and family depended on it. The other side will most certainly be doing this.

So yeah I buy a vast turn-out. It will be close no matter what they say. However remember no matter which side wins. The country will still be hatefully divided. Half the population will feel as if they're in a country occupied by they're most hated enemy.

If the republicans win,...likely by Electoral College again. There 'may' be rage possibly violent...esp. if by the College,...again. If the Dems win the red caps 'will' be violent. #45 has stoked this for four years. Lives will be lost. Where we go from there depends on what the winners do to re-unite us.
Given the deep hatreds I do not believe the republicans will even consider such a thing.
It looks at best dicey for the survival of the Republic as we knew it.

*(A comment was made that if there is violence Antifa...the anarchist anti-fascist militia will fight #45's Confederate, and Nazi terrorists.)

We've already normalized the idea that each side has an army.
The Proud Boys for #45, and Antifa for the left. I want neither. Because both are a danger to the Republic. They're existence sez so much about where we are now. These are literally Vigilantes. This country has a bloody history with such groups.

That we may favor one or the other changes nothing. It just codifies our hatreds. We need to think such things through. Groups like these just don't go away.
They metastasize into profoundly evil things.

Such are the times we live in.

Thursday, October 31, 2019

"Remember"

Remember remember the Fifth of November!

Gunpowder Treason, and Plot;

I know of no reason why Gunpowder Treason should ever be forgot!

Guy Fawkes, and companions did seek to contrive,

To Blow the King, and Parliament all up Alive!

Three score barrels, laid below, to prove Old England's Overthrow.

“Evening at the Institute”

I got an invitation to attend though not speak at the Brooklyn Institute for Social Research. They might think I’m still on the air. Anyway the subject is evil, and what it means. A bunch of high brow noise about the mayhem. This by crapping out the works of Augustine, Nietzsche, and Arendt at each other.

If there’s a buffet, and drinks I’ll go.
On the other hand I could hold a counter forum outside that joint. I’ll set up a card table, and a folding chair where I’ll explain the real deal. This without the customers having to pay the $315. bucks cover charge.

I’ll take donations in a pink plastic Jack ‘O Lantern.

Thank you.
I’ll be here all weekend.

"...Five cents"

Things being what they are in 2019. I needed to get the fuck out of Dodge for a few minutes. Above I time portaled this morning to West 38th Street Manhattan October 9th 1953 1:43pm.
I was dressed in my 2018 jeans Nikes NASA sweat-shirt, and Vietnam veteran's cap. I wear it for my brother.

No one noticed. I love NY.

What strikes one are the smells. Unfiltered exhausts smog soot from light industry which was all over the city then. Also a background radiation of cigarette smoke. In them technicolor days everyone over the age of 15 smoked like chimney.

It made me light headed.

I weaved into the street taking the snap above. 'Was almost hit by a '53 Hudson delivery van. The guy yelled assorted ethnic slurs, and traffic rules at me. I would have taken his portrait, but didn't want to start a race riot.

I stumbled along a side street time shifted ahead two months, and came to this news stand. I asked if the guy had "Fantastic Four" No.1,....he never heard of it. Seems I was about a decade early. Anyway I got a Hershey bar which is twice the size as ours, and costs 5.cents!

That, and a copy of the December 1953 New Yorker which I'll sell on eBay, and I was on my happy way. Btw common 21st century home printers are swell currency duplicators of ancient currency. The down stream yokels are impressed.

I went behind a phone booth,...yeah these were all over the place.
I then warped temporal shifted phased or whatever back to the glorious freedom loving demented, and expensive future.

I Hate it Here.

"November"

Being a partial shut-in is mostly not a problem for me. I've always been solitary,...since childhood. However complete shut-in life is more than one should do. At the moment the only people I see or speak to are my doctors or shop keepers.

They're nice folks, but a soul needs more to function.

Mind you I've certainly no wish to be in peoples faces. However a visit or chat now, and then is nice. Social Services sends folks over to make sure I'm alive.
Pleasant folks. I remember they commented on how spear, and tidy my digs were. That the elders they usually visit have homes full of stuff from their lives.

I have the advantage of having been houseless some years ago. In that I lost 95% of all my stuff. I never replaced them. Really didn't want to.

So it's just me the walls the dining room set my bed mostly empty book shelf computer, and TV.

Well a few boxes in the closet from my radio days dolls toys, and scale models I never built. ...but am starting too again.

What more does one need.

I was waiting for a sunny day to go to the park or Coney Island.
So far no dice.
Well the sun comes out here, and there, but mostly it's slate grey.
Did I mention my elder crap like my guts are fucked up my feet hurt, and my eyesight is shit.

...never mind.

Maybe November.