The Great Poet Kill Off

 

Check your television page and watch a few hours of Wagon Train.   It's a cowboy western series from the beat era.   Post jazz-age cattle drives and mass migrations.  Very different attitudes among people.  On the television show, as compared to people now.    Yet people were always missing a few spokes.  Troubled.  Dealing with conflict that was either carried in, or that attacked from behind a bush.    In so many ways, people are a danger to themselves and others.    There were no therapists on Wagon Train.   Only conflict, resolution, and attractive cow personage.    Let's aspire like rattle snakes under a flat rock beside a cactus.

I'm making an innocent proposal.  The federal government should kill 98 percent of all people who claim to be a poet.     The surviving 2 percent can be absorbed into institutions, whatever type they belong in.  Universities.  Jails.   State hospitals.   Free nymphomaniac therapists.  An audience on demand when you need to recite your latest work of genius.   An orgy.   It would be great.   The end.

Rant

 

'Neutrality' is a nice ripe weasel word for clamming up about politics.   If I said I was a disinterested party with regard to fucking near anything, it means no prejudice in the matter, supposedly.   Being unable to provide assistance isn't all but is some of a basis for docile, smiling jocular isolationism.  It might be another matter in cases of people who have authority or power with which to take action.  It would be sweet about now to specify what action, but I'm too far removed from the Land Of OZ  to comment on the poppy fields this year.  I feel as if I've retired from discussion on world, national and local politics.  The latter thing, though, gate-crashes into idle chat at the bus stop sometimes.   No worries.   I'm Irrelevant.

My Great Big Slant On World Affairs

I'm still keeping my trap shut as much as possible about the subject of politics.   Speaking only for silly little old me, it seems social politics is taking its course independent of what pedestrians do.  Does this mean wander around with one's thumb up...no, no, no.   Opinions can be rendered in itsy bitsy sound bites, obscured in loud throbbing dance music.   No one will give a shit what is intended.   They will be dancing.

I keep forgetting to blow smoke about my theories pertaining to entertainment.  To encapsulate, sort of, it's highly influential.  People are more responsive to music, television and film than they are to pure reason.  The greatest service people may provide one another could fun, fun, fun.   Jokes.  Singing.   Skits.   Dancing, for fuck sake.    Q:  What goes through a billionaire's mind when his submersible implodes?   A:  Plankton.   

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What Kind Of Fool Am I?

 Somewhere out there Sammy Davis, Jr is singing that beloved tune.  I can hear it in the mind's cache of party faves, like the songs youtube saves up for you like a deeply caring close relative.   The internet deserves a medal for replacing what used to be normal human relations.   Bravo.   I'm a happy little munchkin.  But not entirely.  There are some sore spots.

Real human relations appear to be at an all time low.   Homicide and suicide rates are up.   People are experiencing stresses and hardships here to fore unguessed.  The sense of self has always been to some degree under attack from without.   In days past people blamed Capitalism for it's pounding idiotic demands and intrusions.  Advertising has a way of telling people they are jerks for not buying things that could make them better people.  Implying that people are stupid until the buy brand X.   The new sources of misery, some of them, are the result of national agendas to change people.   We are all being blamed for someone else's misery.   If you didn't get your covid shot you are infecting people who did.   That's the kind of stress people are being subjected to.   Centrism, elementalism, universalism and flat out denial of the Two Party System are some of things I pitched over the last Lousy Seven Years, and having done so, I'm rather miserable.

For brevity, I wish people would ignore the two opposing parties and take action where needed.   I've noticed that some Democrats make it a point to accuse republicans of sex crime.  Some Republicans accuse Democrats of being subversive, treasonous Communists.   While you-know-who was president, Democrats obstructed every move he made, irrespective of merit.   Currently, and long before now, the government has been in a supposedly unconstitutional relationship with corporations.  One of the Bush Dynasty said the Constitution was just a sheet of paper.   I think this was in regard to the 'Patriot Act,' which enabled lots of government intrusion into privacy.   That's not what this blog post is about.

I'm suggesting people pretend there aren't two political parties that oppose each other.  Democrat and Republican voters should move closer together, mediate, play fair and nice.  Have a bi-partisan outdoor barbeque, fer chrisake.   I already made a fool of myself proposing a resurgence of hippy era Flower Power.   If you want to know what kind of fool I am, I'm trying it one more time.   Peace, tolerance, mediation.  Aggressive political agendas are probably contributing to the homicide and suicide rates.  And to a great deal of harm in general.  Get hip to Peace and Understanding.  Please direct agendas to politicians, and quit bashing each other.   It will be whole new year soon enough.   Make Peace and Tolerance top priority.

Moaning

 What a drag.  Some of  my favorite things are gurgling down the drain.   No sense talking about politics beyond kissing up and bashing.   Theory is a waste of time.  It isn't being published or discussed.   Philosophy isn't applied to anything anymore.  And dirty jokes are career suicide.   It doesn't leave much to write about.  Or talk about.    What is a thinking person  supposed to do these days?

Food is a fairly safe subject, but not entirely.   You might get sent to Siberia for liking meat.   Beef is killing the atmosphere.  It's probably guilty of causing bad weather.  So I hear, cow flatulence is the new Wicked Witch of the West.   Conservationists are a threat to the new economy.   Everyone is supposed to be a Green mass consumer.   If any of this is depressing, see a shrink and take a pill.   All cases closed.

Let's Not Pole Vault to Concusions

 

The caste system in Pittsburgh runs, in descending order, the A-list, the B-list, and Non-persons.  I'm a Non-person.   That means I get no support or help of any kind from the City/Corporate/Nonprofit partnership.   The 'Burgh operates on a mix of pay-to-play, quid pro quo and Party Favorites.   It's the most intensely partisan culture I've ever dealt with.   But let's not worry about that right now  There was an article in an online newspaper about an incident that took place at the Regional Transit Authority office downtown. 

 https://triblive.com/local/destructive-disgusting-acts-force-pittsburgh-regional-transit-to-alter-fare-vending-machine-hours/

Quoting from the story,  "People have defecated in the vestibule, and drug paraphernalia was found there on multiple occasions, said Adam Brandolph, a Pittsburgh Regional Transit spokesman.

“This came to a head this morning when it was discovered that someone had defecated in the vestibule and smeared it all over the windows,” he told the Tribune-Review Tuesday."

That's disgusting, but it is unfair to assume it was a homeless Non-person or junky who did it.  Maybe some filthy rich fascist on the A-list did it.   It takes all kinds of disgusting people to make the world what it is.  I don't think Elon Musk would sneak into town just to take a crap and spread it around, but anything is possible.   Please keep an open mind, and understand that life in the 'Burgh is sweet for many, and horrible to Non-persons.   And if you must relieve yourself downtown, please do so behind a dumpster, in an alley, like people on B-list do.   The middle class has bodily functions, too.  Let's be fair to everyone.