The Right Column

MLK Day

2017

It's a shame that so many think that MLK day is a day about the story of Race in America. It's that, yes, but only partly that. It's also about the 60's. When Martin was killed it killed a lot of opportunity.

Years ago my friend moved to a part of Boston. My friend lived in the Neighborhood where Martin Luther King lived during his time in Boston. I don't know what that neighborhood was like in the 1950's when Martin lived there, but some few years ago those streets have a distinction which, easily seen may be obvious when you go there: the way that people inhabit the park, the moods of those who ask for help. . . And obvious drug activity. People in the throws of nodding out, sometimes calling out. entranced by the chemical effect. Sometimes, people there might be upset at anyone who happens by, lash out with venum and vitrol, and blame the world for being the world, for having to watch it through the agony of withdrawal. Bob Weir asked the question in a song: are we the victim or the crime? The activity is obvious, not prostitution but junky behavior, goes on there in that small park, and up and down the street for a few blocks around there.all about in the park, on the benches, at the corner. The police always riding by. Some of the people on the benches are in various locations of . . . mind as associated with various journeys of the conscious soul, between the nothingness of sanity and the eternity of insanity. Purposeful and without clear meaning, society leaves this problem for the future: what to do with that percentage of people who can not, and seem as if they won't ever, turn away from their favorite yum?

So, that's a real problem, on the streets of Boston, Massachusetts Avenue, south of Boylston, some might call it 'the Hospital district'. Maybe you know the name of a square that's near there. The real truth: any place that gets inhabited has part of the character of the inhabitants. So if you go to this square, on Massachusetts avenue, you will bring with you your own flavor and perhaps befriend the people, and the junkies on the street, and help them on their journey to redemption, because that is the story. Just up the street and around the corner, or behind these buildings (I'm imaigning my self there on Mass Avenue) there is a school, and a church. And if you show up on a Sunday morning you will not easily find a space during the service of that big and lound and boisterous congregation of chanting Baptists. To them this isn't junky central unless you are jonesing for Jesus. I turn this narrative into a trite cheerleading section for Christianiy? Might as well. that might even help the Junkies, if you all, reading this, think of them in sincere prayer.

So you can go on a freedom trail quest (future freedom trail extensions?) for the habitats of the Most Reverend Martin King (who could be declared, with special new methodologies of our first Jesuit pope a Saint in the Catholic Church, because he surely is in the minds of most people anyway, and on account of the way that he died (Children, it was kind of rank and horrible and when it happened I was too young to really know what was going down and what the bad possibilities were at that time, in those dark times of the 1960's.)

And even then it was a dark and sad time even though we were all enthralled with television and evening news and news readers, and that outraged sensibilities of the just-folks kind of announcer, with their shotgun psuedo-journalistic ambush 60-minutes format where people are made to look rediculous when warrentless accusations are presented as if it's not just entertainment. It was entertaining for a while untill the approach, itself, got a taint of being seen by many as mean and brutal, accusatory and slanted, and often with obvious color-of-cause (not rightgeious cause, but paid-for cause). And it was a brutal method to do journalism and didn't provide a reasonable and legal channel to mitigate the possible damage to real people's lives and businesses, reputations and rantings, as well as their ability to continue to procure work. But it made good television. For a while.

Ambush journalism. Shotgun politics. MLK died and then went straight to heaven, sanctified by those horid blasts.

Who? Why? We can wrangle over the details, try and comprehend. The conclusions, from that age? We don't hate them, they don't hate us, we are they, they are them, who are we all talking about? Let's not fight. It will be alright.

In Boston that night the mayor and James Brown did some mitigation of emotions, and people eased their grief in congregation at a concert by the King of Soul. So many town errupted into riots. But, people, children, everyone: it doesn' thave to happen. You don't have to meet horror with horror.

So, ya, today is MLK day. And the banks are closed. So is the town hall. And the Airbase and the Army Laboratoy. And there are peple out shopping, like it's a Saturday. What to do with their money?

and if you are in the city, and where the junkies are, exjunkies some of them. Yes, the problem persists. But for some it gets solved. Some people find a better way to proceed and overcome their addictions. Some fail at that and the addiction overcomes them. The world weeps. In the case of politics, as obcession, and that total unholy jones for cause, it often compels the addled to act out, to lasch out. It's a lust for an ideology, a jones for a cause. And that cause, even if it be tainted, becaomes a compulsion. someone morphes into a lone-wolf.

They have a plan. They are going to act. They see some cause, some purpose. some, such as Martin, becomes a fixation, as if the world is different when tht person . . . do I need to say?

People at that point of mind are loosing themselves in the tides of History. Nothing is ever accomplished through brutal methods. It is always a destruction and a desicration to other people to believe in cause so much as to do , or try to do, . . .

I leave things out. I'm channelling worse case conjecture. Today is a day to remember what happens when frustrated and impudent people try and effect change by being brutal and murdorous. Let it not happen again. Let it never happen again. Let anyone with that state of mind be popped into sudden awareness. The Junkie will be cured. You are that junkie. Your junk is cause. Some cause, whatever the cause. Make yours the better cause, that cause that we all know and some are more bold to say: Praise the Lord. Make Him your cause.

There is the idea of doing and failing to do. Some forms of not-doing are success. IN the case of the junkie, the not-doing of the junk is success.

Well being doesn't ever come from the external sources of news and politics. The world doesn't need operatives to effect posative change outside of the democratic traditions. Effect anything you want as long as you stay within the law. And stop looking for reasons to negate laws, on technicalities, to enforce some new regime and then try to put it at the same level as those trusted and tried traditions of democratic nations: Liberty, Freemdom, Justice, Equality.

To some that is just rethoric.

For the junkie in the park, who might some day make it out of there, out of that self-imposed exhile from being civil, maybe on their way back to . . . The Glass Factory. But that's a different issue.

Even if everyone gets helped, and all are successful at overcoming addiction, there always seems to be another addict right away to fill their bed. If you have friends and ears and read you alreayd know about the opium plauge. Some people don't get cured. They end up dead, overdosed.

Even without opioids people still get addicted. Some to having to have things be a certain way. And when the world is different, the world cares about some other concern, and the apocylypse doesn't happen the way the situation-junkie wanted it to happen, such a person, addicted to 'cause' and ideology, unable to chill out and go with the flow and get out of the way: sometimes it's not enough for them to just be out of the way, not to cause a problem. The election came out how they didn't like so they are going to protest?

I celebrate the right to protest, when the cause is just. To protest against an election based upon fake-new-monger crowd using their operant conditioning media-factory to farm out the discontent at the awesome selection of the people of our next president (who is going to do an excellent job).

I've said it over and over that Mr. Trump, our next president, has an insult comic's sensibilities for celebrity roast. And in his world the roast to him seems most joyous. It's a venue where you use your jesus-sword-mouth to cut to the bone and point out the obvious warts on other people's personalities and do it in a way that touchy people might find mean, but fully aware, and human, and loving-forgiving people often find such dead-on insult comic sudden-lightning awareness to be halarious, makes you roll over in glee at the honesty of it, so maybe, finally, our well lvoed friend, the subject of the barbarous and hilarious putdown, and being a conscious and bright light of his/her/? own truth: they don't take it lightly. It's an atomic bomb of snark and love, designed to kill your inner cry-baby-actavist and toughen you up for the real conflict, that might be coming later.

So here is the thing: it really is just words and ideas that Mr. Trump uses. As do the insult comics, some of whom seem to love Donald (for real) and celebrate how he celebrates others: not by molly-coddling, or by flatery, but through deep-impact asteroid collision concept about the nature of the personality flaw, in a way that makes the crowd roar. But you have the right, in such a venue, to back-at-cah with some snark and insight of your own. What you can't do is actually get physical, attack someone, start a riot, or real fist-to-cuffs.

All of you who hate Trump? What is fair game? Give him back what he gives: dead-nuts-on insight into the morbid and putrid methods of some within the political and social spheres. As far as being riotous?

An effective leader gives what he gets. As far as Trump goes, you can take him out of context or you can put him into context. In context, ya, some will see him as brutal. But right now he is about ready to be the general in charge, the George Washington of or generation. Trump went to the University of Pennsylvania for his business degree. His alma matta, founded by Benjamin Franklin, has always been a bastian of Liberalism: Classical Liberalism. And it's not the same thing as what some say is Liberal now. My point: Trump is more of a Benjamin Franklin than some villain of history.

If you go on youtube and watch some clips from roasts where Donald participated, you might find some insight in the joyousness that they express, meanwhile doing a hatchet job on the other person. But no real hatchets are used.

I've heard that 'bikers' will be doing some public ushering at the inaugaration. I'd like to go to it, but it seems like it's going to be a very large crowd, and it's a lot for a night in a hotel there. I got an email, purporting to be from the man himself inviting me to click through . . . to a page to get . . . drum roll . . . free inaugaration tickets. But I'd already investigated it, and I'd have to ask my Senators or congressperson for tickets. Maybe they'd have them but I decided, ya, no. I'll be here, in Massachusetts. A cold day in January in Washington DC? I like it in DC.

I like it in DC. I've been there a lot. I find it a very accessible tourist city. At least it was years ago. I had a very strange experience there during a snowstorm where I went through there, on a very snowy day. And even though there was no one there, all the spaces were for the handicapped, so there was no where to park.

If I were to go to DC on Friday, it's still a possibility, I don't need tickets for most of the activities. I've got no where to stay, no one to go and be with. I'd be all alone in the city on a day when it's really cold, with wind and rain as a possiblity, and a day when the sleaves are going to be rolled up and the pens will be out and all of them will be working: because it's work on what has been spoiled. So, ya, it will be a celebration, but it's also going to be some rock-n-roll. Rock-n-roll from the new President: working on what has been spoiled and draining the swamp.

Alright, I admit, I get up early. It's early and I'm reading about 'protests' for Saturday. Why don't they invite the president elect to speak to the crowd and they might be surprised at how gracious he would be? I can't speak for him. But here it is: can't all of you 'protestors', addicted to the feel-good protest, wait until there is something real? Something real woudl have been drones use escalation 7 or 7 and half years ago. You could hve protested the constant lies from the most mendacius generation. So Mark Ruffalo and Alex Baldwin, you waste your energies. If there are real things, things that are important and that matter that real will save people, and not just be a false-cause for the obvious reasons, you just speak right up. I haven't closed my ear. The world doesn't want tryanny.

So my advice to 'protestors' this week: be celebratory. It's your democracy too. You should be happy for the peaceful transition. You ought to celebrate the difference. Why cna't you just acknowledge that you fear irrelevence due to the effectatious and headstrong nature of the coming storm of a man, who will be president, on Friday, at noon, with the hail of trumpets, and many marching bands of young dreamers. They dream for celebratory purpose, something that we all need. We crave that 'gathering together'. the communial urge becomes a kind of . . . junk . . . like an opiate. You need to be in the scrum. You have to have that feeling of being together, of fitting in, of being at the dam as it's breaking and holding back all the water. No, no nooooo ! We worked all our lives for the purpose of the Federal preserve, that festerbog off in the foggy lowlands and one populist millionaire's smile comes rampaging through our fallow wastelands of false-decorum and brings the insult-commic put-down sensibilities, who loves ya, babe. Hollywood has always been a tough crowd. The crowd is mean tonight. There is a sizzle. You can feel it. You can cut it with a knife . . . But that's just a bit. and I haven't put in proper quotations, as I riff off this idea of . . . the hollywood roast, the ghost of Dean (dean who? Really? dean who? you are NOT from Jersey).

There is a joyousness as truculence rampages it's niceness across the landscape. There is a joyousness, and a sense of romp, like the car is all gassed up and destination party city. We've got a dam breaching party to throw. Clear out all ye in the lower muddies. Wave is comeing down through the Valley. Get ye out and off to higher ground. The marshes will be swelling. Scum guppies may come pouring out. Pooring forth? First time? Very First time? Back at the beginning.

It is far fetched to imagine that any administration could actually clear out all the corruptoin in this land. In politics, in government, and in governance of instittuions, there are always those who do not concern so much with the mission of the organizatino, but instead with the mission as so instructed by fussy operators 'higher up.' Hence a highway administration suddenly decides that 'global alarmism' and environmental cause must be the most important thing in their agenda which basically says: this agency will do whatever the suggestors say to do. Who are these suggestors? More conjecture? Who is it that names out policy? Who plays the flute that Mark Ruffalo dances to?

Ya, it's wonderful, being in the scrum of righteousness. But in some sense that is always faux. If you say it is that, you'll be scoffed at by many. But those who say they do know well enough to be part of a 'cause' that will go and insurrect for that cause, and do bullshiitt things to innocent people as if that is 'free speech', but it's riotous.

Ya, gathering together. It's kind of nice. And it's like a kind of opium. So they need some reason. And their choice for a reason? They hate our next president? Get over youselves, if you plan to insurrect. The world is so over it, all that cause farming. If it hadn't been Trump it would have been some one else. The world is fed up with some few who delude to be of rulership-class and special citizen diplomats feathering up their high-mountain nests and trying to hide out from the coming troubles which they seem to want to brew up stronger so as to highten their portfolios. Come down from those lofty heights, come in from the cold. Gather together to celebrate our commonness, our even purpose, our steady causes, our overwhelming joy in others, in being with others. Of huddling close in seemingly common purpose. But don't make that purpose hatred or subversion of election results. Don't make that purpose false-cause liberal buzz-topics generated from the operant wastelands of agendad agencies fully funded efforts. Get over the hatred and the scare tactics and the war against democracy and celebrate. Celebrate.

Mr. King wasn't just a hero becase of what he did for civil rights. He also was a martyr for Democracy. Sad to say. We need no more of that ever.

It's said, and it ought to be obvious, if you want to dance you have to pay the band. Civil rights says that anyone at all ought to be allowed into that club. The real world knows better and some clubs really aren't for some of a different crowd. We know this. We shouldn't make a big deal about it. If you aren't a hip-hop guy you might not want to be at the hip-hop club. You're not a friend of . . . the cause, what are you doing at the cause bar the night that they got their jig band and their Patriot songs? If you don't go out with that kind of girl then why buy her a drink when you know what she's here for? If you are going to look at teh very expensive ring you better at lesat be ready to buy it when the jeweler , loving you in the moment, gives you an incredible deal so you can do it up right tonight when you propose . . . the world is actually much nicer than (what many call) good fiction conveys. Gathering together is holy effort at a better future. We can't all agree what that is, can we? But we can agree what it is not: rioting and insureection. You have so much in common with everyone that why would you want to start a fight with strangers over the outcome of an election months later?

So on Friday, the old king will be thrown from the wall, like Humpty Dumpty (and only as a methaphor and without any harm or bad to the real people involved). And then we will loose an imperious pajama-king and gain a new President in the traditoins of George Washington, John Adams, Thomas Jefferson, Benjamin Franklin (who was not a president, but better than one), and, of course, the oft contriversal Andrew Jackson.

The purpose of democracy is not the constant cedeing of the obligations of elected officials to heedless apointed 'czars-for-life' outside of the approval process of legislation, and common rules of procurement and oversight of budgets and constant audit. We need law and order to assure that our society isnt' looted. The new president will be a return to normal times when the oversight wasn't ignored when it served the purposes of imperious operatives of governance: those who effect the way of the world, but for private purpose and outside of democracy. That's not always a bad thing, it's what we all do all the time. When coorindated by organizational bullies, this kind of behvavior results in . . . organizational failure at the highest levels. VEry many enthralled by the lie, having swallowed the snake of the lie, and needing to be cured of it but afraid of the physician. The physician doesn't care if you like him as he cures you of your delusions. If you are a threat to his causes then you had best understand that he doesn't cotton to fools. And if you pretend to offense by his truculence, you probably learned something from him but are too proud to admit it. Yes, it's pride, in some sense, that keeps them at it even when there isnt anything for htem to protest. So, ya, Pride and a lust for that cum-bay-ya gathering together. AS if common delusion is a necessary part of that.

I expect some controlled demolition, the preferred kind, in te coming weeks as various aspects of the dykeworks of the festerbog are (methaphorically dynomited) to drain the swamp in Washington. And no offense to real dykes, I misspelled it and it's just too humourous to change. I don't think that Trump is the kind ot needlessly and with impunity just go blowing up important parts of infrastrucute (i'm talking in allegories, no real bombs are used). So whatever programs really work, whoever is actually doing good work for the people, and not just for some small part, those people should be supported, even if they are jingo-saying leftist ideolouges. Even if they are true believer marxists, and dedicated, if they do well for the pepole, and not jsut some small crowd, they they should keep doing that. But if it's the cause of constant agitation and false-cause agenda mongering, they ought to cease with all of that.

It's going to be a lot happening really quickly. After Friday we really need to pay attention to the news. And Mark, Alec, Michael Moore: if bad shit starts happening and your worst fears are realized and . . . dunt dunt dunn don't you think that everyone will still be on the page of Justice and Liberty? The nonsequotor of the climate alarmists cause: that monolithic governance, and heedless regulatory over reaching, of a single minded political hitjob organization: you either agree with everything that they say or they throw you out in the cold. It's a recipe for one-world tyranny of some few. And why you buy into it, like it's a holy cause? It's because it's a cult and you are hypnotized.

I keep adding things. I probably should edit this stuff better. But I was trained as a typist: rule one don't break the flow by back spacing to correct while negotiating a first draft. Consider pretty much everything here like a draft.

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