26 May 22: The Good Kind of Class Traitor
https://yewtu.be/watch?v=jjz-a4D20z4
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30 June 22
We the People of the United States in Order to form a more perfect Union
–establish Justice
–insure domestic Tranquility
–provide for the common defence
–promote the general Welfare and
–secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity
do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America.
It sure sounds good.
I have some ideas, about why for instance there are cabinet-level positions for Justice and Defense, but none for Liberty, and god damn if I’d even been ambitious, my ambition would have been to be the Secretary of Tranquility.
The Book of Revelations in the New Testament lists the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse as:
- White Rider (Pestilence), or Plague
- Red Rider (War)
- Black Rider (Famine)
- Pale Rider (Death), who is clearly the officer in charge
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7 July 22: Revolution In The Air
Kim Iversen: MASSIVE Farmer Protest Rises Up Against AGENDA 2030 Climate Regulations
“Protesting farmers and their children sit in their tractors at a blockade outside a distribution center for supermarket chain Aldi in the town of Drachten, northern Netherlands, Monday, July 4, 2022. Dutch farmers angry at government plans to slash emissions used tractors and trucks Monday to blockade supermarket distribution centers, the latest actions in a summer of discontent in the country’s lucrative agricultural sector”.
Once upon a time there was The Sixties. And then Occupy Wallstreet. In the freshly modern era, France had its YellowVest movement, and then the Canadian truckers of all people jammed the streets of Ottawa.
The backlash in Canada was truly Orwellian. People’s bank accounts being illegally seized. Their employers and insurance companies contacted by spooks and their coverage, their jobs, revoked without due process or recourse … Trudeau the nice pretty liberal, taking a long first step toward totalitarian control.
The American truck convoy saw all that and it broke their will to fight before they were within five hundred miles of DC.
Now the small farmer protest in the Netherlands is ramping up sharply
Yet in the face of this climate emergency,there is nascar and formula one racing and espn arranging leagues to fly cross country, instead of close to home. The rich build mansions, have yachts, and fly private jets. It’s hard to take this seriously when our leaders do not change their lives, but expect us to starve.
Alexander Mercouris, commenting on the fall of Boris Johnson’s government in the UK, and Biden’s plunging poll numbers:
“The event that has turned what was already a difficult inflation crisis, that we already had at the start of this year. into an all-encompassing crisis is the economic war of attrition that the West blundered into against Russia when they announced all those sanctions back in February.
They didn’t expect that the Russian economy would absorb the blow. They didn’t anticipate that they would find themselves in that war of attrition. That’s what they have. They’re not prepared for it … They’ve done enormous damage to themselves”.
Elsewhere this morning I heard someone identify the sanctions as the mechanism behind a ‘circular firing squad’ throughout the West, and this seems perfectly apt to me. Germany decides to boycott Russian oil, and now they’re looking–not at a great win for ‘democracy’–but just at a winter without heat, even for those willing or able to pay hyperinflated prices for it.
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14 January 23
Later, one night in Portland, my first real girlfriend called the cops on me because she thought I was losing the thread.
When they got there I was sitting quietly in the big chair, reading Walden.
They asked her if I was hitting her and she said no, I wasn’t like that. They ended up baffled about why she called them at all, and finally in frustration the cop who drew the short straw told me that if I was any kind of man I would just leave on my own.
I laughed and I suggested I might, if maybe there was an extra bed for me at his house. Offi-cer.
They seethed and left and she seethed and left too.
I put down Thoreau and I went to bed.
For the next few days I got real high with the downstairs neighbor lady every morning, on her supply. She at least was impressed with my genius, and my smooth turning of a stoned phrase. Thank you, Dora.
Then I packed my single bag and found that studio walkup in the pre-gentrified Northwest of the naked rose city.
A few weeks later, girlfriend called to say that she might have chlamydia and her doctor told her she was morally bound to inform all her partners, which consisted of … me.
I went and got checked and I found out some unexpected things.
First, that I was free of any infectious disease.
Second, that the dumb frustrated cop had been accidentally right about one thing.
I wasn’t any kind of man, not of the kind known to common medical science.
There was not then, nor had there ever been, a single droplet of testosterone in my mortal shitkicker’s blood.
I was a chromosomal mutant. I was XXY. All that on top of the stupid religious cult, and the willfully indigent father, and the big bruises on the face of my mother and eventually on me too, and the hitchhiking adventures in starvation and the lost scholarship and the graveyard job at the convenience store and the girlfriend who loved me so much that she called the bacon raining down on my scrambled head.
I had every fucking right to be mental. Certifiably and forgivably, as batshit as Syd Barrett or John Bolton.
But somehow I wasn’t.
Not very, anyway. And some of the other stuff was treatable.
A year after that I was 24, and a reasonable simulacrum of a functioning adult. I grew a first downy beard just to prove the fictive truth of my apparent masculinity, to the whole world, to myself.
And so, everything began all over again, like if a Temple chose to migrate under a double full moon.
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30 July 23
the hunter gatherer’s guide to the 21st century
Kim (Iverson?)
Bret Odysee
https://odysee.com/@BretWeinstein:f?view=content
The Rise and Fall of Eric Weinstein (feat. Joe Rogan)
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14 August 2023: About A Cat
It took her three days to decide to come home this time.
She made the choice finally from hunger, and so she still doesn’t know if it was the right one–her doubts run deep.
So deep I can feel them as if they were my own, although naturally correlation does not always equal causation, and a simile is not a smile.
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19 August 2023
The Truck is designed as an instrument for movement of itself, and me and some tools along for the ride with it.
The Bed is designed to remain perfectly still in a single secure place forever and ever and foster restful sleep.
The laptop is one of the tools and a musical instrument for playing data.
Water/jugs. Pantry. Chuck box. Stove. Fridge.
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7 October 2023: “Quarrel”
from Old French querele “matter, concern, business; dispute, controversy”
…
directly from Latin querella “complaint, accusation; lamentation”
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That’s it, until the present year. There are about ten of those left to go, and I will probably finish this little project off with one of them, actually fleshed out in living color and full glory.
But not today.