What's the deal with intellectuals?   Are they all jerks?   Am I a jerk?  Am I really an intellectual, or a jerk who thinks his theories are as valuable and important as other people's theories?   

Yours truly is not associated with a university or long standing non-government agency.  This means that no university will validate a word of anything that enters my little head, or that I self-publish.  I don't get paid to produce art objects or recorded music.   I am not recognized as an oppressed minority in spite of being one.  My brand of dysfunction isn't drawing charity.   What does a person have to do these days?   

Live like a mouse, on a string, in someone else's kitchen, scurrying among baited mouse traps.   Survival of the happiest.  There's always room to get smaller.

Why I Feel So Blue support marginalized writers. me for example

Philosophy Up My Sleeve

 

I like the new way of being.   Triple, quadruple thinking, but fewer errors dealing with people.   It's like baseball (ha ha,)  forced and unforced errors.    People get put off.  But more difficult these days to meet the need, one has to filter out anything stressful from conversation.  One always converses as if the medical establishment wasn't performing slow genocide collateral to the normal run of medical services.   Or that the government is containing nearly all aspects of pedestrian daily life.   Futures are being converted from limitless to singular.   Monotony is what comes out the back end of voracious government control over people.  So what.  Learn to love boredom.

High Rise 1 -29 2024

an arrant rant with improvisational music

 We will be talking pecking order.  Social class.   Let's traipse o'er the illusory mounds of guano.  In one regard, there are only two social classes, depending.   One strand of fringe is binary:  there are Brahmans, and Nobodies.  If you must perceive three social classes, fine, here:  Bahmans, middle class, and invisible ugly pieces of crap.    In this view, the middle class is desperate to curry favor with Brahmans, and have no respect, extending no honors, to Nobodies.  

Let's change the world, linguistically.   The new word for the local middle class is 'middlegets.'   Etymology:  middle class plus midget.  Tiny people who spend their lives sucking up to the A list.

 

Above freezing, scant snow in wet strands, otherwise, wholesome bright  winter sun.  Anticipation preceding my lead water line replacement, I had no idea till I hiked right up  to it.  The water company said they were going to replace the water line leading from my front sidewalk to my basement, where the water meter blinks and rats to the authorities whatever my use of water tells the thought police.   They neglected to say when they were going to do it, so it was a lovely Roald Dahl-like serendipity when I came upon over a dozen workers, myriad large trucks equipped for Himalayan  disaster relief, and several smiling warmly dressed people from the waterworks, there to deal with fucked up people, me too, whose poison heavy metal water conduits  are rotting everyone's weak little brains out.  They needed my permission to enter my house. 

How democratic.   They had already demolished one square yard of  sidewalk and were six feet down it, a fellow in the hole with steel appurtenances oscillating and plunging, and  there was an oblong hole in the street about six by eight feet, ten feet down,  showing wide shitty corroded pipes in several directions, like the Jolly Green Giant's heart after he smoked a carton of unfiltered Lucky Strikes a day for sixty years, like since birth, as is common around the North Side.  There was a person in that hole, working away.   I knew this was coming, but realities deserve a medal for their inventiveness.  It was so different from my mixed anticipations.  

Did you ever read William Faulkner's book As I Lay Dying?  At the end of it, a character, after a novel full of hardship and loss, gains a victrola, or, primitive record player.    I got a free water shut off valve in the basement, and I'm so happy about that I could pleasure the load of people who replaced my water lines, assuming everyone takes a bath, first. It's a good thing that won't happen.   It would not be near as serendipitous if everyone had to blow the water works.   In other news...

The electric company sends me emails reminding me that I am a  little puke for using more energy this week than last.  That don't give a flying fuck about my woodworking project, they know it's my table saw,  only pricks like me run that many amps in what normal customers  use as a spare bedroom for their relatives, and the thought police are aware no one visits my hovel.   Commissars are scratching their heads, wondering why a zero like me would use more watts than a common shit kicker.    I'm trying, trying damn it, to explain, to make their lives easier.  

Experimental music: Old Hyena 1 22 2024

rant 1 21 2024

 Here, like 'eurkea!,'  the Perry South district, was a wonderful place a long time ago.   There is a vacant, mostly disused marble institution for shitheads a few blocks from where my ass is planted, the eleventh floor of a subsidized highrise apartment building.  A great building, that school that taught thousands of stupid children how to be less useless to society.   It's been a long time since great people were anywhere fucking near it.  It's a fossil of an animal that went extinct...the collective talents and morals of people who lived and kicked the bucket in what is now more an occupied territory than a neighborhood.

Across an alley from the school there is a long puritanical brick building built in small, tiny, apartments suitable for housing dirt poor school teachers or nuns.  There are still big stone seminaries and friaries.  I contend the soul went out of here a long time ago.   People are alive and without souls.   

 

Hey, get Milton.   You heard me, pal.   Milton Fucking Friedman.   That short, pudgy late Nobel Prize winning ass motherfucker once popular among  academics and a diverse libertarian fringe.  Unregulated free markets.  Global ones.   Solely domestic ones, too, you know, like for reasons of security, like where you don't want foreign enemies pulling shit.  You wanna'  keep some of the economy and what the fuck ever else safe from outside fuckers.  But we're in a huge bat shit global economy.   Free trade, if we call it that in all fucking reality, with pals of ours like China, for fucking example, is a grubby little entanglement.   Let's bunny hop to the basics.

Essentially, free trade is any and all goods and services exchanged, cash or credit, a cash flow model usually discernable by owlish regulatory agencies and the CIA.   This at once a simple and complex process, we fucking hope, is not being dictated by the government, it's is a system of exchange among privately owned and operated happy manufacturers, retailers, the prostitutes fat assed executives frequent,  all the single malt scotch fat rich piggy men can swill down, and commerce.   That's people, earning money, free of government intrusion or influence.  Commies, damn-it-to-hell, favor complete government control of the economy, usually resulting in manic greed and pervasive peonage.   They have a habit of going genocidal.  People in academics, the Marxist leaning ones, tend to gloss over that unpleasantness when bragging like a cowpoke about what they believe to be both truth and sophistication:  Capitalism is terrible, socialism is a low budget worker's Emerald City, like in the film The Wizard of Oz.

More shit about dynamics of social and private economics, macro, micro, big, grand, shitty, what the fuck ever...   read this fucking blog.  I'm a sage ass mother fucker.   Thanks for reading.

Rant/Lecture/Nonsense 1 19 2024

 

One hundred dip-shitty years of social science, and people are still primitive jerk-offs.  Most of that time cowardly milquetoast academics were blaming everything wrong with people on a blanket causality, fat greedy libertarian economics.  Hail Karl Marx.   That pudgy bearded wonder will solve everything.   

The problem is not capitalism.  Even communists forbid people jerking off in their open cublicle, visible to passersby.   Where have we been as a species?   The sexual revolution of 1960s produced now terminal VD and rounds of hatred among men and women.   Men are killing for pussy.  Women are fucking for dominance.   Then, on a greasy, vile time line,  post-AIDS epidemic, woke culture has pumped gender dysphoria and sex change surgery, with pharmaceuticals for life for everyone.    All that wonderful progress, and people are not allowed to masterbate in front of each other in their corporate work places.  

It’s hostile and  discriminatory, defamatory for fuck sake, to allow this job discrimination against people who need to whack off.   PWNTWO are a highly productive and horny interest group.  Few of us care who is watching when we do it.    I, for one, have a nice cock.  Thanks for reading.

 Have people become a mass of un-chivalrous motherfuckers?  Self-sacrifice used to be popular among some religious ethnic groups, but isn't really the preferred American archetype.  What I'm driving at is that there are two political parties, and neither party is supportive of the other's position.  Dem's oppose everything GOPs do or stand for, and vice versa.   While 45 was prez, Dems opposed everything he did, irrespective of merit.   This was harmful.   

Chivalry is hating 45 as intensely as it gets.   You are honored to hold  a 9.5 on  a scale of 10 for unsullied  fulminating revulsion, yet you acknowledge that it was common sense to impose tariffs against imports from China.  Suppose you admit an agenda favoring private small business could benefit a few dumb lucky little pedestrians. 

Suppose, as well, a plan to shift power from the federal government to state government could enable a more vital democratic process and possible fairer disposition of resources.  Or not.  That last thing could suck, bad.  The point in coughing it up is that I think it's worthy of unbiased consideration among other points of view.  It is chivalrous to consider opinions that may oppose your own, and those you care about.   No one in this happy hovel is suggesting anyone sell their kids and granny up the river for a tax break or paid vacation on the corporate arm.  Chivalry could be happy, cheerful, honest, friendly bipartisanship.  Chivalry was known, thought,  to exist in that past.  Or the fucking whole matter is a goddam fairy tale.  I'm just hucking it out.  There may be a purpose in discussing chivalry.  Maybe I'm not wrapped to tight.  Thanks for reading.

I am providing a Sunday Sermon. A shitty one.

 The European Enlightenment fizzled out in the United States, like a wet firecracker.  It was we who fizzled it.  Well, shit, maybe our forebears.  Maybe modern people had, passively, their thumbs up their ass while people around them devolved into stupid, unprincipled crapola.   People are out of their element through no fault of their own.  Forced to work for telemarketing firms and food service holes, people become their jobs.  They become shitty.    In the 1950s the narative, the book title, The Ugly American defined Americans as rude, inconsiderate, abusive, narcissistic, greedy, duplicitous, cowardly and willfully cruel.  They are.   And I am one.   Sorry, folks.   I feel disgusting.  I feel at one with a collective revulsion for self and society.  Join me.  It is sunny, freezing outside, like a witches mammary gland, like Satan's wife's best friend.  Happy Sunday.  Who cares how fucked up things are.   Join me in rejoicing:  Far Fucking Out.

 The humor is really picking up here.  What do you call a mailman who lost his job?..Just some dude!  Hilarious. It's a way-homer.   If you think about the linguistics, the semantics, the fucking semiotics for fuck sake, you can't help comprehending the humor that is being offered to you, dear people, and you should be shitting yourself with intense, uncontrollable laughter.   I told a joke.    Some folks find it funny when a person breaks wind.    Anything.  Laugh.  Like the opera in which an ugly clown makes this miserable show of emotion.   Yock it up.   No sense being a ass-fucking stupid sour puss.   Thanks for reading.  I feel closer for writing this to Dale Fucking Carnegie.  I'm fucking nearly Will Fucking Rogers.  Thanks again.  Big ones.

3 Bed Bug Haiku (with guitar) 1 11 2024

 Are people spending enough time, in public, or on video, in a fetal position?    I believe we, as a society, may have lost our place as complete, total non-persons.   It used to feel good on the fringe of society, un-athletic,  self-ritious and neurotic.   Playwrights created shitloads of annoying, helpless, emotionally desperate characters from Blanche Dubois to Felix Unger of the beloved Odd Couple.  Annoying sickly people were in their glory, each a Mr. Mojo Rising.    People should quit going to therapists and let their freak flags fly.  As for my needs, I'm one of those rare geniuses that curl up on the floor sideways and play an electric bass.