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Political Science Fiction

. . . somewhere deep within the video game . . . level 33 and a third (Boss Level!) the genre or polyscifi has been utilized to craft a video game titled Carnival of Swamp Horrors a chemical spill at a wetland has mutated the locals into reptiles, amphibians, and birds, (oh my.) But it just so happens to have also leached into the buildings at the Institute of Fuss and Control somewhere in secret-man-landia outside of the 495 area, but still within metro-control megalopolous And all of their 'mueee hee hees', giggling like bit part actors in a B run horror flick or is it a political convention?

So we don't really have an answer for the power mad. Why do we need to keep trumpeting out the message: we don't buy your lies anymore.

Years go by, they never give up with their operant message. if you were smart enough to notice the assumptions, the overwhelming top-down dictatorial vile authoritarianism of their assumptions: we are the the 'they' who know and you must do what we say now. Look at the shiny ball.

The shiny ball is that which they use to hypnotize their captive audience. The captive audience might be the whole world.

An organizational analysis: systematic procedural accounting, and organizational structure charting would reveal the pyramid and be illuminating to those of us who have eyes to see within those realms. That gigantic theory of power and control exists as part delusion, part people-pile of cheerleaders letting someone stand on their back. And then we see how perverse the coaches could be as to how large a pig-pile they want to have so that their tiny leaders can use the bodies of their subjects as a staircase to heavens above, destiny to be in control, and 'do as we say' always 'do as we say'.

The public grows weary. The falseness of all of it compels one to be in a different sphere of life. We recognize the institution as corrupt just by the stench we can imagine by just seeing the kind of organizational structure that thrives within. What kind of swamp do they allow it to be? Look at the petty functionaries and access their social consciousness. What kind of assumptions do they make about their relationship with those around them. Are they egalitarian or are they elitist? Do they believe in being 'better than' others, by some natural process which they dominate? Is it a top down structure without morality so that the 'leaders' have different codes of law than the ones upon whose backs they stand? Do those who let others stand on their backs know that this is what is happening? Do the 'lords' act like bad-bosses (ahoes) and make it obvious as to their dominance? Do they institute piddling-upons of those 'lower than them' as a way to assert their dominance? Is it a dominance and submission culture of leadership? Are there obvious ethno-social casts? Is the ruler-ship class a bunch of ahoes?

You see the crumbling walls at the fringes of this. Access the era of this kind of tyranny. What kind of cray cray will their processes convey? Maybe walk on the ceiling so that you are out of view. You make your way inside.

The gardens are all of fallow plants. The court yard is set up like a puzzle level from a circa 1999 A.D. vintage video game with dungeon levels, and puzzle garden tombs or grave yards, and swinging things, from a giant cantilever, made some time in late antiquity judging by the motif of the iconography. The plants cultivated here are noxious and toxic. Poison ivy. Hog weed. toxic fungae. all kinds of poison.

What do you see at the door? Who is there lurking? Can you make it past the evil gate keeper? It's not a gate but a desk in this scene. He knows the cheat. The animated receptionist lets him in. Next he's at the staircase. How many rooms are there at this facility. He's looking for a secret door somewhere. It was a luscious facade back in the day when it was new. By now it all seems trite and scripted. Bots as the troupe that performs this play, the animation is too clinical by now. The VR goggles? not interested in seeing blood spatter virtually in three dimensional slow motion.




Meanwhile, outside the horror film, seemingly in the audience

how did they engineer so many snowflakes?

a feat of social engineering? The plan of ? ? ? As if it hasn't gotten obvious.

What has gotten obvious?

More Conjecture

Those on a rampage of mean politics . . . stop it!

how come there are so many snowflakes? 'They' didn't engineer anything.

It's just the illusion of a blizzard. People in the real world aren't as craven and mean as some of these political operatives.

The illusion of the blizzard. In fact it's not a blizzard at all. The false consensus, the unreasonable narrative.

In fact? False consensus? people get away with what others let them get away with. The stage show of the left never ends, they are their own most important legends in their own minds.

Everyone craves purpose in living. Politics is an easy form of psychological 'crack', which gives people a sense of euphoria from the delusions of group think. It's a ready world in which, as if a kind of virtual society like from a video game, the false consensus of false cause better-than-them-ism, is a kind of emotional crack: a super drug in the sense of it's purposeful way of just infecting the thoughts and behaviors of people. There is a feeeling of selfrightousness, a 'better-than-ism' that justifies very very selfish and willful people to continue on with their regime of utter and nasty meanness against anyone whom they delude to oppose. In fact this kind (this type? 'type'? I type when I write.) probably doesn't bother to listen or to hear, and probably couldn't really convey what the ones to whom they oppose believe.

Sure of being right. Sure others are wrong. Sure that the others, who are seen as wrong, are also evil and subhuman, and possibly even. . . dare I say it . . . Republicans . . .

As if the mantra, which they chant with their giant meanness: "Peace and love and kill Republicans." And they seem to be sure that you are one of them.

Leave the moshing for the rock club. Keep your meanness at home. Put it in a drawer. Leave it there. Never use it. Don't kill anyone. Do you even know any Republicans? How can you tell?

 
dunt 

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Constitutional Crisis?

What crisis do they think it is? That the Constitution might start to be enforced for a change?


blah blah blah blah

June 6, 2017

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room-tomb-tomb-ulous (who said that?)
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clouds of memory
a face from college
but no name
praying for an old friend
you read about
in the sad-news pages
of the lonly Internet
lost in time
outside the factory
in the fog
on the day of the lay off
leaning on a brand new convertible hot rod
with painted flames
and driving off
chirping the tires
playing
"Long Time" by Boston
and never looking back.

clouds of memory
graduation is over
I've made fool of myself
by fawning over someone
and inviting myself to parties
that I shouldn't have
and trying to tell a friend
that I . . . 
which is too embarrassing to even say now
so I won't even put it in here
but I've thought a lot about it
putting it into a spontaneous poem,
like a confession
in the morning
when it's hot out
and the prospects are
too much time in dull moments
the politics of living through the hard times.
Understanding the constant deletion of delusions.
locking all the insight into rhyme
delete delete, delight in the delete.
Keep it inside when meeting the creatures of the street
and the constant operant on cause messaging of on narrative parrots of power
swacking
in their idle hours
as the time releases all explode in their heads yelling
'resist. resist. resist.'

We are that,
resisting all your fowl urge cause
and constant on message jonsing.


There are doves on the walkway,
she calls them pidgeons.
He blesses the scene
she curses the cabby.
They think that they are in love.
He's aware of her meanness
he thinks he's being forgiving
by putting up with her ways
as long as it makes things right.

She's often upset and lonly
even when he is around her.
She plays her part so well when she's in character
as long as he accompanies her to the protests.
He knows her instinct is to be a black widow.
She's craven and greedy and waiting for her great grandparents to die
scraching him acrross his back and cursing his seed as he . . .
hoping her baby will be a demon world slayer.

He knows that the baby will be a jesus.
She be dead of pills before she knows it.
She'll never bare his child without him lashing him down.
who is more evil than who?
the person who writes degenerate poems?

He knows his poem won't be anything.
He's ready to throw away all of the old records
he doesn't care if he ever hears those songs again.
Some time in your life you make the delete in time.
the rhythum of story doesn't need to be published now, even if spontaneous.
the porn of the story must be dleted, it's too horroific to publish . . .

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Be nice to yourself and others. What other choice?

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What we have done
What we have failed to do.

Wake up!

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The Message Column


An old proverb:

Those who say do not know. Those who know do not say.



Well, what did you think I'd say?

Just a little bit,
a little bit at a time, Lord.




 
 
 
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Political and Media Inanity

Kafka was a dillhole, Orwell was a submissive? depends on who you ask. . .

by Truck-u-later

Truck-u-later

in this column Truck-u-later steps in deeper . . .

So what did just happen?

There has been a very lot of very important very very this week and I could let you know what I've heard myself but, it isn't anything. I'd just be repeating what you can find on your own. I have no insight or new knowledge, but a lot of questions.

If I started putting out my conjecture about what has just 'gone done' and why, I'd me just fanning the flames of conflation of simultanious events as being related, or reveeling, by just making a good guess, someones close to the mark explanation about how and why and who and who's doing it and when will it end, etc.

I ran into someone who I didn't know who wanted to show me a photo of him in Vegas with a famous Rock Star (who I love) and it was cool. and I was like 'way cool. But then I asked him 'how it was' in Las Vegas since the beginining of last month. Were people still upset? He said not that he saw. So what can I conclude from that ? Business as usual? I'm asking questions and no one can answer them so why?

One of the euphemisms that is being used to describe the mass-arrests in Suadi is that there is a 'corruption probe' going on. Another was that it is a 'counter coup'.

Two 'princes' died in unexpected suddenness, one in an heliocoptor crash, the other in a fire fight with his body guards defending him. So the government by consensus is over? Or did the situation warrent this for reasons that won't be put forward for 75 years because the nature of it is too sensative?

And our State Department is on board with the on-going 'corruption probe' in Saudi. There are many other dots in this constilation that we could connect. I't all over the news who is connected to who, who was puppetting who. And as we know the things that come from one place that are lauded are often copied elsewherre. We know that Saudi didn't invent the purge, but they sure have given us all food for speculation.

But what do I know? Nothing. If there are executions I'd prefer there also be trials. In the world of kings and international regime mongering, and funding of foreign operations, know this: they don't just go and target anyone for no reason. There is always a reason that these things happen. And it's never just arbitrary and it's not without a lot of forethought. So we can make up something. And most of us will. It will trouble us. We'll glom around The Net looking for frozen insight, something dated from before, when we didn't know, someone who might have been eyes open and wide and sucking in the stream of what is actually ahppening.

The narrative of 'corruption probe' is . . . lacking. People will write a Hamlet. to fill in the blanks. They'll cast politicians as failed Lady McBeth's. She'll be bubbling in toil and troubling (very troubling)

Ya, so explanations are scant. And now Twitter has upped the number of characters that they allow. Wow. So if it's dumb before, with twice as many characters is it twice as dumb?

Ya, if I don't know why am I going on with this?


Nov. 9, 2017

tell us how you really feel . . .

. . . well . . . Truck-you-later!




delight in the delete.




Remember the Sultana!

April 27, 1865

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Cleaning up yard waste

Yard work is a necessary part of having a dwelling in New England. You must clean up the debriss that gathers, or else you yard will turn into a forest. You have to clear away the growth of trees that you don't want, or else you're yard will become a thicket. And if a tree gets too big, it's very expensive later to have it removed.


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Somethings never change
nothing need stay the same


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A butterbean, because the baby likes them. Buy a, poppa, poppa, The people said.

A butterbean,
a butterbean
because their good
because their good
and the baby likes them.
You're the best dad
anybody every had.

My daddy's
really strong
and he's never wrong.
dude!
Buy a . . .
Father,
dad,
something different for me.
Poppa
pagga
Poppa
pagga
Poppa
pagga

A bob'n'bob dad!
You're the best dad
any body ever had
It's always a special day
when you're coming my way
when I think of you
I can't be sad.
But it's making me sad.
My dad had.
Like my dad had.
and it's making me sad.

Poppa 
pagga
can you pay?
Won't you come around
on Christmas day?
Poppa
pagga
A bob'en-in' dad
You're the best dad
anybody every had.

Baloppa daught dad . . .

Derrick dreaming lyrics
at the dance rave.

My moon said to your moon
"reason escapes me
let's not take too long
to resolve these serious issues"

Your moon said to my moon
"Reason dictates
that  I suggest you
have a nice show. 
Now I'm going to dance over here."

My moon
danced off
and forgot all about your moon.

no issues really ever needed
to be resolved.

After that Derrick never went
to another dance race

. . . only 50 days from this week . . .

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Don'cha know my mommy needs ya?
Don'cha know my grand da needs ya?
Doe own't leave my grandma needy.
Half way back from Sausa-lee-ta
Dough ount leave my dear mother alone.



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Poem Shards


Eulogy
I met him in the fog
  of war
 after he was already dead
 his visage in videos speaking
         dread
 and how the public is
     mislead.

  If only I could have known
       you before
      you gave up the ghost to
           haunt the crossing ferry
  off to places unknown, an
      undiscovered . . . 
     virtue.
  A new country! 
      A new type of people who
   respect the things that work that
       ferry churning 
        through the fogs and mists and 
               dank smelling out-gassings
     of these many foul rethorics spewed
         plausible
     no one knows
  who is sure?

   Which shore
     does your ferry 
  pull up to
       to let out the ghost, so
   the story goes, the one
 that gets told . . . better
    be one that people can
              hear when their kids are there
   outside the house
       at the top of the stair.

 She
     can't hear that story if he
     is but a ghost now she
     knew him he was
        her friend and
 told her how he had
       been
 destroyed, remorsed, 
  fallowed, wasted, lost 
 abandoned on the battlefield of soul
 blow up your fallacies, this war
       needs to be taken way down inside those
              dark-thought places where
      hate channels freely destroy
            the hate by sending it off to unthought
                rhyme
  unspoken
            words unkind
      unthought hate.

  We try not to think of it, what
      the plausible story can be he's
 off on that Platsburgh ferry a shroud
        of fog the mists
         and fowl outgassings must
  some how be endured one last time
        to say good bye, come back to me
       come back to me you friend now gone and lost
  never known all hopes
   of how to write this story . . . his story . . . if he had asked me . . . 
   I'd start the book:
      "He faked his death to escape . . ." 




from Unipoems
 She asked 
 " If you get across
  can you take this
       to the King of Nowhere
 and tell him,
   plead to him
  to think of her
  and the way that she needs him?
       but he won't come home
     so she goes out looking for him
 went down to The Flatiron Building
         asking anyone
    wrote a card
        mailed it home.

  I imagine her
       collapsed on a bench
        people shuffle through
     she feels the lonely loss
          why won't he come home?
     I imagine her.
 She wrote it like that
      on her card.

  But it was all for sympathy,
       just an expression of her drama
 and she felt lost because of it
       and didn't know how to proceed
         the tricks didn't work with him
      he'd gotten willful,
     run off with a different girl
   who doesn't go to church.

     Hear the steam whistle
  of an approaching ferry turning to make a smooth connect.
      Moving back
 from the railing and the ropes
       she notes the impatience of the people at the dock
     and how the other women really like to talk.
  the crowd rushes forward
  have your nickel ready
        she gets swept along
     now she is way out there
       in the ferry
 out past the jetty.

 Ferry to Red Bank 1906





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🌑 🌒 🌓 🌔 🌕 🌖 🌗 🌘 🌙 🌚 🌛 🌜 🌝. 🚤 🚥

sometimes there is beauty within the fragments . . .
🌜🌜🌜🌝🌛🌛🌛 

Sprongg . . . onng . . . ongg ga

Her tired morning
seems more like poetry
than anything you can
find on a blog.


Bark Bark. Bark Bark. Tree
Bark Bark. Bark Bark. Dog

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Woof and woe🌝 
🌑 🌒 🌓 🌔 🌕 🌖 🌗 🌘 🌙 🌚 🌛 🌜 🌝. 🚤 🚥



who da thought?

thought is sequential the end of it is never flood on, river of wise neglect let the bough break let the wind blow removed the baby from that cradle long ago and took him somewhere safe. Thought is over rated when it's thought for being mean to be mean being mean what you mean when you are mean when you 'mean what you say'. Memory is overrated there is joy in the person even when they don't know who you are anymore they still love you they usually don't forget that they love you usually. It was cold that day he'd driven all the way there and plodded through the snow to face the sorrow of his loved-one who didn't remember him but thought him to be someone else as thwarted. Memory is overrated when it's hard hurt of past tragedy as if it happened yesterday from the long ago. Bill Perilli, writer of all of the things on this blog. 🌜🌜🌜🌝🌛🌛🌛

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Fedora core 27 is coming out this week, and I jumped the gun and did the upgrade on two of my machines. I have to say it's been rather flawless. Cudos to Fedora for getting the dnf system-upgrade right this time.

I have a legacy system that's about a little more than 10 years old. I replaced it as my desktop box, but I decided to leave it as a server. It's got Nvidia, so that's been an ongoing issue over the years. But I got the blender bug, and I decided to upgrade to a dual head nvidia system so that I could render much faster (much much faster). My recommendation is that it is worth the money if you are graphically inclined, and that's a good reason to do it. One of the main purposes for doing this is to do VR, but the only VR I do is crafting in minetest. I do that as a hobby. I also like to make tuxkarts, for the game supertuxkart. It took some time to get more proficcient. I came up with some ways of doing it. It really comes down to, in blender, learning, learning, and learnig more. Blender is one of those realms where you couldn't possibly use it all or know it all about the product. It's too fast. And not only that, it's got boucoutte plug-ins (in python) so . . . it's a real big thing."

My oldest system, that will still boot, though I haven't done it in years, is a legacy Compaq 'notebook' computer, a big black brick of a thing, heavy and it was very cool (very very cool) when it was new. Years ago there was a 30 days of the dead and I loaded on 30 days of Grateful Dead songs and turned that machine into playbox. But, as it is in the real world, when would I ever have call to use the thing? If I set up a music server, why do I want to run a 20 year old machine with a ten year old operating system? But it's cool to have a working copy of FC10 (or whatever the version of fedora was in 2006 or so). I suppose I could try and yank the drive and load the latest just to see how it works. In lieu of getting a new music machine, I think that I should investigate what I already have. Even though some of the android from a few years back really are inadequate the way that they are, they do have a lot of good features that a non-hobbled operating system (I consider Android OS a hobbled version of Linux, Google built their house on usurping open source. I see no advantage to keeping and maintaining an Android system. If it is to be made into something useful it mostly needs to have a less commercial, and more real-time operating system. But I just haven't gotten to the part where I take the mistake purchase that I made of an android tablet, some years back, and have some old version of Android on it. I think I got a hobbled version of the OS. I wouldn't be so derisive of it if it were actually a reasonible operating system that let you upgrade to a new version, like you can with Fedora and linux.

I have an old phone that I could convert to a linux. I haven't tried to do it. I guess it's doible, as long as the thing is 'unlocked'. But . . . instead . . . I would rather work with a newer system.

Nov 5, 2017






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