I feel like a complete idiot, and a lucky bastard, both at once, like the angel of crippling ambivalence flung pancake batter on my Nehru jacket.  It's the kind of good luck that keeps life slightly toxic.   

 I stupidly mail ordered a purported 8 terabyte external hard drive, offered from GiantStupidProducts  at a stupid low price.   Only a stupid, stupid fool would trust that simpering gaseous pipe dream.

Great mail service.   I got the thing in two days, took the risk, right out of the box.  Plugging it into the only desk top computer I have left, the precious few video and audio programs I use free of charge, and bazillion of photos, videos and text work could all eat shit for eternity if the device contains malware.    The defective hard drive appeared to be letting me copy terabytes of files and folders.  Elated stupid me till I checked results and the drive was defective in the same way other super-cheap storage devices have been.   I am a stupid slow learner.  I must 'splain.

Me, low net worth.  Very low.  I always risk misery such as I just had by buying items running at insane low prices.  It works well sometimes.  I've done well buying bargain musical equipment and jewelry.  The hard drive posed serious risk of damage to equipment, but luckily the only problem was it doesn't work.  It did no damage to the computer, so I'm happy about that.  Better, the seller will refund my money without my having to return the item.  I was fearful if I sent the hard drive back I could be vulnerable to cyber crime.  I have no way of knowing what info may have transferred from my computer to the shitty item.   Bastards could steal my identity, if they are that fucking desperate.

There's nothing illegal on my computers, but hackers hack into computers how ever they do and steal intellectual properties.  I'd rather they not grope the hard drive.  I'm sharing I still feel like a moron for buying the hard drive.  It wasted a load of time.

 Heavens to Betsy, for some reason I feel like my thighs got a million times flabbier when I pontificate on the meaning of words and phrases, in this instance, 'attractive nuisance.'   I'll get less attractive, physically, yet, when I get to 'hostile and discriminatory environment.'

Insurance professionals gave the world 'attractive nuisances.'   Home and business owners are liable for harm people incur by their own stupidity and disrespect for others.   People who owned swimming pools were sued because people went swimming without permission, and drowned.   Rather than opine, or command,  for instance, adults and children have no right to trespass, and are expected to use judgment of normal people, it is on the owner of the pool to install fences and other appurtenances to protect stupid people from their negligent, disrespectful selves.   Invaders could have the sense to bring their own life preservers, but  home owners can be sued for not providing them.   People who need them are unfit to make decisions that affect other people.   Back to square one, people are sued for things people do to themselves without permission based on the reasoning that swimming pools are an attractive nuisance. 

Fast review:  Homeowners know people can drown in their swimming pool, and that children and adults are likely to trespass and drown.   Meaning no tall fence and warning signs, no Klieg lights, no security staff, no pontoon boat to extract indigent families who invade your pool and are drowning, if you are negligent in not providing everything conceived by man or God,   Your pool is an attractive nuisance, and you must obey.  Now to bring more shit into the great stone soup of philosophy.

I've noticed over the years that people create attractive nuisances by bringing outside agendas into schools, libraries   This example is sick as fuck, sorry, but programs intended to help people addicted to drugs can have the effect of attracting drug dealers.   Dealing precipitates anyplace addicts meet, rehab facilities included.   Sorry again for bringing it up, but any institution that serves kids can attract sick disgusting perverts.  Again, the concept of attractive nuisance pops up.   

This blog entry happened after reading something in a newspaper opinion section.  It had to do with signage and other media supporting the Rainbow and Inclusivity, DEI, other common identarian  political movements.  There are many sides to the arguments for and against gender and race politics in public institutions.   I have noticed what I considered to be hostile environments, and as well as complex of attractive nuisances on college campuses.  Agendas for or against Israel constitute both nasties, hostile leaning environments and the nuisance, in this case, violence and malice.   Any protest activity on a campus is likely to endanger people.   Sad to interject that any agenda could be inherently malicious, fraudulent, or criminal.  Marxist agendas are hostile in more ways than can be wunked out here.   Peace.

 Dearest friendly residents of where ever, I'll talk blithely about where I'm at...no place anyone should shit or celebrate over...but, not right here and not me, seen through powerful comic-book binoculars, Temu equipment all over this dump I gracefully inhabit,  far fucking a-ways out there...   there is a land inhabited by badly proportioned people who are born and live laughably sterile.  Speak of wet hairy conundrums.   The people, residents of a hillside district called Beagle Puke, exist by spontaneous generation.

People are such goofballs.   Centuries ago people believed rats and flies come into existence by spontaneous generation.   Germ spreading pests  would appear by magic around garbage piles.   No one in the old days went to much trouble to realize rats and flies fuck same as ugly, stupid people who observe everything, to the realization of bullshit.   Misanthropy is a byproduct of meeting people.    Rats have sex and produce infant rats, not unlike people everywhere.   Sadly similar. 

The story I am working on, in serial mixed media form is called 'Beagle Puke.'   it is about the daily life of hillside dwellers.   Hope you love it as dearly as I like doing this.    Let's discuss anti-natalism.

The philosophy has  been around, in extreme minority, for sure in enlightened Europe and Scandinavia, and the slouching dim  US.  It states that the world is over populated and at risk of all catastrophes natural and man made.   Anti-natalists bruit people should stop having babies.   It is probably the most humane and effective approach to environmentalism, to allow the Earth to clean itself as less people are around to pollute and destroy our fair Planet.  Fewer people competing for fuck knows everything from real estate to food and  gas guzzling cars is the best hope of improving the psycho-social hell daily lives have become.   Years ago everyone blamed Capitalism for all evil, but over-population is pernicious independent of standards, practice and the college economics taught to stupid people in schools.  No subject of study can stop people from being pieces of shit.    Now more of my story about Beagle Puke.

It was prehistoric times, obviously I wasn't fucking there and this is a load of conjecture, but there lived a dog, size of a brontosaurus.   How the fuck do I know how it came into existence?  Noah's Ark is a hokey fable, and modern scientists quit talking to people like me decades ago.   Fuck them.   There was a giant beagle year holy-fuck-whenever, and it drank shitty stagnant water, got sick as fuck, and vomited.  An ocean.  The giant beagle puked an ocean of viscous doggie barf down the hillside safe miles from here, seen through Temu big optics, the telescope.   Not once did I see residents of Beagle Puke fucking.  Not that I want to.  I'm an observer.  No perverts in this biosphere.  

 They reproduce by spontaneous generation.   People living on a hillside made of petrified dog vomit is perfectly normal.  Homely ignorant people live as happily as my telescope allows me to watch.   They don't fuck.  They come to life by magic.  What the fuck is wrong with that?

 

City leaders here are proposing, and may succeed in enforcing mandatory 18 week paid parental leave from employment.   I did the math.  Eighteen weeks is one third of one year.   Small business owners will be forced to pay moms and the workers needed to replace them during their leaves.  In the case of public utility companies, they will pass the increased labor cost to home owners and everyone else, higher utility costs.

Water will cost more.   Gas and electric power, too.   Property taxes will increase to pay for parental leave.  But I want to clock the shittiest point of all:   There is no proof of competence or character on the part of parents granted eighteen weeks paid leave.   What if parents are drug addled spouse/child abusing alkies?   They get more free time to gamble at the Casino, or online.

What if parents are patently stupid or sick,  and their kids would be set better examples in  a day care?    I contend it is unsafe to assume parents are safe to be with.   No one is discussing the character of parents.  

It's a shithole out in the real world.  Fuck me for bringing this shit up.  Kids are exposed to horrible people and shithole home environments.  Have you heard the lyrics to mainstream music these days? 

 Not only will the paid leave mandate destroy what's left of the local economy, it will pay shitty people to produce more people like themselves.  At worst the plan will pay people to produce gangsters and inmates.   

Yes, I'm a prick for bringing this up.   I'm producing the crap like Charles Fucking Dickens.   Thanks for reading.

addenda:   In the worst case senarios parents will get eighteen week paid leave to drink, do drugs and gamble.  It could mean more time to incubate an addiction to drugs or other vice.   Some people are sadistic child abusers.  They will be eligible for  paid leave.  More time to inflict harm and endangerment.

Costs of food, housing, transportation and fuck knows what else are going up.   Literacy has been atrocious in Pittsburgh forever.  All the more since leadership imposed its will on the school system.  If parents are illiterate and incompetent, it might rub off on kids. 

 What fun cigarettes were back in the day.   People looked forward their next one.  "Time to pound another nail," people would say, coughing, leaning  back from their desk, in the 1960s,  lighting one up.   

People were still allowed to do it, with their big expensive designer ash trays on their desk like dirty cut glass sculptures.   At the time a full ash tray, piled a foot high with ciggy butts, was a sign of a strong work ethic.  Cigarettes helped sweating office bulwarks, all of whom played sports in high school, to focus on corporate objectives.  In those days people had heart attacks at work and people respected them for choosing a name brand, rather than some cheap inferior tobacco  that lazy winos had to subsist on.

People had standards back  then.   Honor.  Health bushido.    None of that pussy cop-out routine.  No blame game.  Rugged individuals smoked cartons of cigs per day.   And puffed off when their number came up.  

Now only poor people smoke cigarettes, and everyone acts like a pussy over anything health related.   When the middle class snivels, everyone lobbies congress for health care reform.  I think there would be fewer mass homicides all over the US is everyone got free cigarettes in the mail, want 'em or not.   Call it a precaution.   

Maybe people have it all wrong about the epidemic of violence that is  permeating our daily lives  Maybe the Planet Earth is in a collective nicotine fit.   The world needs a  Camel Straight.  

Back in the day we called it 'pounding a nail in the coffin.'  It sure felt good doing it.   Go figure there was much less gun violence back then.  I am certain universal free cigs will help keep the peace now.

 

I admit this is shitty hash to sling, but I must needs to comment about tax exempt arts organizations.  In Pittsburgh and elsewhere these organizations, and the people that comprise them, have created a social class of professional mourners.  And professional victims.  

People who are victims of oppression are more talented in all areas of the arts and sciences, per popular modern myth of the persecuted intellectual.   Through history there have been Easter baskets full of martyrs.   And professional mourners, people paid to show up at funerals, dressed like grim fashion models.   

Arts organizations arrange events that mitigate 501c3 status, while soliciting donorship and public revenue.  All the while, nonprofit executives draw handsome salaries and bonuses.   A short list of victims become wards of the establishment.  People jailed or otherwise mistreated elsewhere in the world, or here in the dangerous, callous US.   Someone has to pretend to care.  Why not make money caring about professional victims?   The system is economic genius, even if it renders the arts invalid.   Racketeering can have the effect of invalidating almost anything.   It's a racket.

Mission Statement: I am a terminal art major

 

There are artists and also there are terminal art majors.  I'm the latter.   No W2 forms from selling art objects, I am not some stupid, nauseating dilettante .    

Dilettantes are NFG.  Histrionic pains in ass.  Those individuals are shit, shit, shit.  Terminal art majors do their things till death parts busy beavers from their exploits.   We give a big fat fuck, for real, honest, heartfelt, about validity.   

Dilettantes don't give a flying fuck about that crap.  And substantive crap, it is.

By the fucking way, I took the photograph, above, and all photos used on blogs and other social media. My bullshit, poems, fiction, youtube videos, and photographs can be found on  the internet.  Seek, and yee shall groove on my many creative exploits.  Peace.

Limerick: A Sad Banker

 Limerick: A Sad Banker 

described as otiose
histrionic and lachrymose
the pecker from Yale
currently in jail
formerly suave, now gross

I wrote the dirty limerick, below, and am fucking proud:

 

Back from her date in a sable

A silastic dummy named Mable

Said “I model fur coats"

On a diet of  oats

Also milk  of Clark Gable

 

Who ever you are, I've always told strangers what crap is playing Yahtzee in my head.   I feel as if I'm having sex with Blanch DuBois from the play Streetcar Named Desire.    The criminal charges against James Fucking Comey are damned interesting on a shitload of levels.

The supposed crime, publicizing numbers made of sea shells, like a little girl with sand bucket and creepy tin shovel.    Trump says it is a threat  made by the former FBI director, to put a pic on his web site of the numbers, in sea shells, like Little Miss Muffet,  numbers supposedly signifying with the number 86 that harm is intended, and the 47 part indicates Trump.  That's the basis for the criminal charge, or it's some of it.  

I like to roll handfuls of dice and make up bullshit about what the dots mean.   

Off the top this could appear to be egregious on the part of Trump.   The sea shells in sand on a beach could be a harmless expression of disdain for the president.   And, Trump may have a reason to go zero tolerance on Comey because Comey is expected to have better than average judgment, even when retired. 

 He holds top secret info, has worked with people capable of legal and criminal violence.   Capricious or impulsive behavior on the part of a retired FBI director could be construed to be extremely dangerous.  And undignified.   What kind of people code messages in sea shells?   Fairy maidens and former FBI directors with possible serious character problems.   No matter what the creep intended, there is reason to take action against dangerous jerks.  People who don't support Trump, and people who do, could agree like Welcome Wagon in Western Valhalla on one thing...no one needs goofy people in the top slot of the FBI.

 Two weird-ass peas in a pod:   Christianity and statutes of limitation.   Me, I'm not the forgiving kind,  this is blather, but since we're jamming...  Jeffrey Epstein.   What a shitty topic of discussion.   I know everyone is about to puke about the Epstein files, which many people are accused of sandbagging, holy jesus, to protect the guilty.   The two campers, one spiritual (e.g. Jesus), the other secular (adjudication), among the vast shitload of whats and wherefores, exist in the first place to enable everyone good, bad or indifferent to go forward with their shitty, shit eating little lousy lives.   The statute of limitations for some civil rights violations is two years, but there are other stories on that.   Could be five years for burglary or other felonious bullshit.  Depends what you steal.  

I'm gonna' bing forward here in suggesting maybe everyone should forget the Epstein affair, and maybe admit that it could be impossible to prosecute the scumbags Epstein showed a good time.  Resources could be redirected to finding and prosecuting other creeps and perverts.   I think, after a time frame expires, it's a waste to continue chasing larks and herrings while kingfish continue to rule in secrecy.  Everyone is focused on Epstein while ignoring the gestalt of global pervert creeps and assholes of the universe

.    In other words, catch creeps who are doing it now.  Don't waste time and money chasing old crimes.  Go after the big bastards who are active now, and who can be caught and prosecuted.  Epstein' dead, his cronies who may have gotten away with sex crimes, let's hope they shit them selves in terror.  If so, I'm glad.  Logically, is does the rest of humanity no good to remain angry with Jeffrey, Ghislane, Bills Gates and Clinton, Alans Dershowitz and Woody.  This essay is going to shit as I compose it.  Fuck.  

Make like Jesus, and forgive assholes (sinners) much as you might want other nice people to do for you, like cut your poor miserable ass a break.  You probably did shitty things.  But I wouldn't know about that, in specifics.  I don't know what shit you pulled in the past.  Why dwell on ugly sad crapola?   Be blissful.  

A statute of limitation means people can quit looking over their shoulder after they did some chickenshit illegal thing.  Authorities have a specified, finite time frames in which to play Dick Tracy, catch the prick, and throw his/her ass in prison, where assholes fucking belong.  And John Q Public can just as well choose a jig saw puzzle and some drugs.  Don't think about shit that no longer matters.

 Let's think, friends.  Let's think about how the No Kings protest could be all wrong.  What if a monarchy beats holy fuck out of the current American two party fuck up?  It can.  It's less confusing.  People comply with the king, and that includes being civil towards fellow peons like your penniless, slavish self.  Let me explain why you might like it.

There existed a kingdom somewhere near Romania.   It was a cheesy regional kingdom, that's why no one heard of it.    My people hail from that shithole that will someday be thanked for its good sense in disbanding.   It had a good run. Our King Bongfarts was humane, tolerant and open to new ideas.  Everything was great.  Anyone, sane or nuts, smart or a shithead, was allowed to walk right up to King Bongfarts and suggest to him ways to make life better.  Bongfarts listened, and life became so unbearably enjoyable, so insufferably utopian, that no one noticed a certain miserable sad MF.   Out of sheer envy, that jerk hurt King Bongfarts, and soon the region devolved into a democracy.  Now it sucks.  The end.

As long as everyone is in a comparable, equivalent  different-but-similar emotional free fall it's a groovy-ass time to pose a question or two.  About the recent 'No Kings' protest.   How the fuck does everyone know that choosing a king, and complying with the asshole religiously, isn't the most beneficial thing that could happen,  with all the light/years and galaxies above and around farting in hope right now?

The American two party system isn't working too goddam well.    Animosity among common chicken-minded voters, Dem and GOP, has reached such a toxic level that neither party can function its peachiest. 

Dems have had only one strategy since 2016, to oppose Trump and everything he does.  Understandable, but Dems haven't presented alternatives, or built the economy independent of the GOP, which, if there are libertarians out there, is said to be cool about democracies:  people can be productive independent of the president and congress.   In a free market economy.  It is the Dems that demand the federal government provide for them.  

A kingdom might be simpler.   Think how that can stream line an agenda.   Or how it can secure a supply line of food, H20 and common consumer goods that we all eat, shit and wash our clothing and ass in.

Whatever this shit sounds like, I am a progressive libertarian.   What did the No Kings protest do for women?  For feminists.  Nobody said word one about women's reproductive freedoms, some of which were lost to the Supreme Court.  The Roe v Wade reversal.   Did the No Kings protest restore those freedoms? No.  The health care systems sucks assholes.  Did No Kings demand anything, specific, from Trump?  No.  No one said,  "Hey Trump, I demand socialized health care in the European model, not the stupid, criminal chickenshit model the Dems produced way back when, but let's not talk about that.  The No Kings protest did nothing to secure health care for everyone in the US.  Maybe we need to hire a king to get that achieved.

Who gives a flying fuck?  President: asshole.   Politburo:  assholes.  Congress: assholes.   Let's hire a king, and treat the jerk like one.  Just for the fuck of it.  Thanks for reading.

 Did you ever wish everyone could take a Quaalude and wake up someplace nicer?    

 Hot damn!  This is dreadful.   The Rob Reiner double homicide.  Tsk.   I'm watching a stupid quazi-news and info program about Nick, family annihilator.    

Personalities are debating how Nick and nut/murderers should be adjudicated, treated for illness, and kept from killing moms and pops.   It's possible, rotund healthy maybe-like, if young Nick had been lobotomized after his umpteenth psychiatric freak-off he wouln't have killed the mums and dads Nick Xed.    Zzzzzzzzip!

There are long acting medical needle drugs, like prolixin, that keep violent loonies calm and free of aggression for weeks or months at stretch.   No need to make sure the jerk took pills as prescribed each day.  He get the shot on schedule, and maybe he won't kill.

Team Reisner right here is rooting for lobotomy.    This is because there are so fucking many dangerous assholes out there, and no good way to confine or medicate the jerks.  Another answer to the Nick Reiners of the world is confinement in state hospitals, locked up, long as necessary, maybe till the end of crazy time. 

 Holy shit, this is awful but I'm watching youtube shows again.  What if it's an elaborate hoax.  It's a surprise party, the joke's on everyone, the FBI is in on it, so's everyone celebrity or near enough to it.  Common stupid, emotional, meddlesome television viewers, overweight and infirm are on pins and needles wondering what happened to Nancy.  

I'm making all this up, it's happy horseshit and nothing else.  What if they all have Nancy holed up in suite in Trump Tower, Trump's in on the joke.  The cast of the Today Show is in on it.  Hoda will pretend to search for Nancy, it will be like hide and seek for adults, and then...surprise...Nancy is a live, the FBI was pleased to waste money on the hoax, Trump liked the idea because it's fun, has glitz, people buy tickets of anything.

Maybe it's a hoax.  This could be real fun.   

Mummery

 I mummerate.   Flail.  Gesticulate the way swarthy ethnic people  do. I perform acts of mummery.    One must when slinging hash on the least popular of subjects, in his moment, a major scumbag, criminal, pervert, pedo, and asshole of the universe, Jeffrey Epstein.     In spitting this out I expectorate zero tolerance for creeps and perverts, but need to explain that there have always been cults and civics groups, societies of geniuses, philanthropists, intellectuals, and everyone likes sex drugs and rock and roll.

Assholes like Epstein provide sex, drugs and rock and roll, caviar, stogies, also dip-shitty  alcoholic drinks with paper umbrellas in them.  Wealthy, powerful pigs like Chad Computer Genius and Mr. Big Dick Former President of the US, and they all enjoy hospitality such as Jeffrey provided them along with the digs to do what they do best, whatever BS that may be.    

Just examining possible ways to go forward absent of sex crime.  The fun and games can be a good thing.  Been thinking hospitality businesses could be a direction in grass roots politics, if you get my drift. The key  to cooperation is in providing sex, drugs and rock and roll.   Thanks for reading!

Epstein... the new and much worse form of a J. Edgar Hoover type

 Old late J E Hoover of FBI fame was an expert in finding dirt on people.   He extorted the bejesus out of many big wigs.  Getting photos of men and women doing illegal sex was best of all.   Anything taboo is great for shutting people up and for making people do what they are being extorted to do.   Do it or Edgar will rat it to anyone bad for his victims.   But enough of Hoover, that prick.

I'm conjecturing stupid stuff about fucking Jeffrey Fucking Asshole Of The Universe Epstein.   No respect at all his way, the man was a pig.   Start with a grocery list style analysis.   Both men used compromising information for similar reasons.  Other reasons, too.   I'm not saying anything in this barf bucket is good, but...

What if  Epstein was operating a sex and drugs business, illegal in the US, that is bad, not so?   If one turns a quickie blind eye to law and ethics, he may have used Pedo Island as a brain trust, or think tank.  Suppose he did it by providing guests, like Bill Clinton and so many great brilliant gifted other, Dershowitz, sex, drugs and rock and roll.  He created a pleasure business, and used it to place smart people, such as college faculty, industrialists, artists, brainiacs of all kind in a common meeting, Pedo Island.  Disgusting, yes, but maybe the people brought  together on Pedo Island will find a cure for cancer as a result of meeting with genius perverts of all kinds?   Maybe guests on Pedo Island will find a cure for the common cold. 

Maybe together, they'll design a vaccine that prevents perversions and criminality.   One shot in the ass, and we can empty the prison industrial complex.   Epstein is a total skumbag, but what if he saved mankind, not that he really fucking did, he didn't, still, what the fuck if?   The world was always a creepy place.  Remember Raspuntin?   De Sade?   Other famous perverts.  Okeeeeee.

I Need To Compose A Song Called "Why Do I Feel Like An Asswipe?"

 

I feel like shit because I'm talking.  Tough shit, one could say.  

Maybe there is no equivalence.  I  say there is, between transgender surgery and the once optimistic procedure, lobotomy.    Both have been considered  good ideas.   As the old joke goes, once lobotomized one has nothing to worry about.  And nothing to worry with.  I ripped that from P.T. Barnum.   

He said it about a circus freak in his side show.   I'm making a jingly paperclip chain out of several things that trended in the last half century.  The trend in changing gender surgically and chemically, with the old trend in generous frivolous psycho-surgeries of the 1950s.   Could, sometime in the sci-fi future, transgender medicine be in the same paper envelope as cosmetic surgery, in the widest way?  Remember the late singer, Michael Jackson, the way his nose, after a zillion alterations to it, nearly died on his face?  People all over were having excessive surgeries and were getting grotesque long term results.   

No shit, I mean no harm to anyone with this post.  I'm concerned a lot of people could be worse for wear after too much medical procedures and meds.  The future might suck worse than now. But hasn't it already?  

Thanks for reading!

 It's easy to opine from a safe space, like me, here.   So fuck me for being a presumptuous little prick.  And it's easy to be crass.  I don't mean to be, but to simplify, one gets rude...  Shitski.

Without specifying one goddam idiotic brain damaged thing, people began back in the 1950s to  say, "let's bomb (fill in the blank) back to the stone age."  That's crass.   It's of interest over some shit in the news, overseas, the US involved, some rough stuff, missiles, what have you.    Suppose the plan, maybe now, is to inflict a shitload of harm over there in hope of divesting the where with all to attack the United States.  Cave dwellers don't have much in the way of weapons.  If the plan works, life is safer for Americans.  The bombing destroyed the resources terrorists would have used, in this smiley faced possibility.  

This is shitty.  I hate being a blowhard.  Just weenie wagging the outside opinion there could be benefit, in the long term.   Shit, shit, shit.  It is so painfully true.  Opinions.  Like assholes.  Everyone has one and they all stink.  Thanks for reading.