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Work on what has been spoiled

The ongoing situation

Supporint the on-going anticorruption efforts seems a priority. The constant slanders against our president continue. Some rumors include . . .

But I'm not interested in spreading rumors. What is news? That congress is holding on to a secret memo that details aspects of (alledged) efforts of . . . to . . . in a grand and slanderous fashion. Other rumors in clude . . .

And here is a priority: to support the on-going anti-corruption efforts which are necessary to smoke the foxes out of the chicken-coups of public governance (chicken coups of public governance)

Strange times. I hear the president needs to know that we have him in our hearts and prayers. of course we do. And those who are working with him. And we (I) know that he's a good guy and working with good people to clean up a great big mess that was an intentional defilement of the offices and stature of our nation.

here is another important point: the team involved with the delivery of the special requests for appearance, that kind that you can't refuse, does not want to jump the gun with the announcements concerning these aspects. As well they would like the public, at large, to have amuch wider understanding of what crimes might be possible. But it's very very dark. So many people are having a hard enough time dealing with the day to day gloom of defeated people walking around like zombiess and blaming other people for the individual pain felt, but it can't be their fault. I'm divigating.

Crimes so horrible that when people hear of them they loose sleep over it, and demand justice. That is what is alledged in some of these rumors.

The MSM is full of paid for liars for the cause of them getting paid. And if that funding is cut off, then a lot of the manufactured 'dissent' ought to also tapper down.

Logical and civil opposition is a tradition of American politics. That has always been the expectation.The problem that the liberal lie-writers (those who write their 'on-message narratives' is that those liars, having lived in the lap of the privledge of being a ward of teh ancient corruption, didn't really know anyone real, or deal with real pepole. They were raised in a bubble and fed marxist lies as education. And so they couldn't possible comprehend that after the election is over, and the Repbulican wins, or the Democrat wins, that they all go home and have a good meal, watch TV together, and then go to bed. And some of them slip away and cannoodle together. Because when they love you at the house because you are part of the family they don't care at all if you are a D or an R. And that is a fact in america for real Americans. So the manufactured hatred between the two groups, that shows up as a literary fiction in comments sections where ever chat bots are spawned off into, the young don't care about party affiliation. That was always a fiction and everyone always knew it was a fiction. In the mall, at the lunch counter, outside the library, along the avenue, camping along the Santa Anita River . . .If you are full of shit about politics they over look that flaw in you and love you anyway. And maybe don't even care to know if you are dem or repub

The propaganda war rages on. I think that those who side with truth and against propaganda of retchid dividers, those who side wiht justice, those who side with Liberty and Freedom of political expression: they, we, will succeed.

when it really is time to clean up the broken glass, most people are up for the task. They want safer environment for their families and communities. If we have to get the people motivated, we try to help them overcome obsticles so that they will be able to succeed too. For example in Orange county upwards of 500 people who have been living in a three mile long tent city, along a bike path along a dry river, are being evicted by the local authorities. It's a public health emergency with the Hepititis scare in that region, so the local authorities are enforcing the laws about public camping.

None of the social service people who go down there to help those homeless people find new localles is going to be asking about the poltical affiliaton of those who they seek to help. And if they did, they might face a civil rights law suit, and be accused of descrimination. That is America. Not the fiction of the 'on-message narrative' writers who are fully piable and willing liars for their handlers.

So, ya, strange time. Nothing is going to be let go as far as the horid crimes go. If there were horid crimes . . . as has been alledged, those responsible, the narrative goes, are about to be exposed and charged. That is the narrative.

Yes that is the narrative. And the obvious fraud of the false-talking-point writers is now so widely known, and that cartel has been so throughly discredited that their crimes will be exposed and the frauds that they put forward will be revealed, and very much will be made correct, restitution as part of it too, is the expectation and a great big peace dividend as technologies held in culmony are made public, because they were essentially developed with public funding and then stolen by the cartel companies, the narrative continues.

That includes all kinds of cool supertech/futuretech/ancient space alien tech. But we get to the incredulous part. And some of the posters of this kind of narrative do go to that whole whole-earth lumarian , highly evolved lemurs theory of ancient aliens, whihc is a narrative that most pepole rejects as fiction.

I am compelled to remind those who present conjecture as possible explanation of events that including the spiritual or the metaphysical explanation must be coupled with a non metaphyscial explanation that follows all the rules of logic, and also the laws, as we know them, of science. As well it ought to follow the basic rules of human interactoin. That is the part that makes so much of what the deviders publish so obviously fraudulent: they present charactures of real pepole behaving very very badely, and then create other charactatures who do battle with them. And they try to create conflict where there is none. Here is a clue third-world lurid tail writers (tatoo your reptile tail) lurid tale writers: if a white guy and a black guy in America disagree about politics they probably already knew that they would and they get along about everything else, so they have beer, smoke a joint, play some music, and talk about something else. It's not like it is back in your hellhole home where you keep the subjects as slaves. We don't have that here. and we actually care about pepole even when we have nothing in common with them. Because it is not about being an American. It's about being human. That's the way most people are everywhere if you let them. Or, you can do your whole domminance and supremacy bit and foment war and try to cause people to hate each other to give you soe sense of power. And who is really doing this? Well, revelations are that there have been ongoing divide and conquor efforts, by operators who have infiltrated our our government. That is the narrative. So maybe the statement that "if he wins we all . . . " was a kind of prophecy on her part. If you need to ask 'her who' then please find something else to read.

I was good with the idea of her just retiring quietly. But I guess that cartel or moiety, who paid for all of these they get to do what they want them to do through blackmail and intimidation, is the narrative. I've edited out some of my fictionalization of this as being maybe a prideful attempt to be correct about something so lurid and desturbing, even to see it as an explanation of other people's behavior is like swiming in that same kind of a tank, septic.

It takes time to make a good case. Sometimes in these issues timing is everything. Clearly it's time for people to read 'the memo'. Seth rich, michael hastings, Sean Collier, the thousand killed on n/11, all those people in Las Vegas , all of the dead of Syria, Libya, Eygpt, Yemen, and other places where the unholy alliance mongered for dominance and met with opposition and went on a rampage of killing at the behest of . . . ? ? ? for the good of? ? ? to 'get the population problem under control???' Like the plot of a science fiction novel written in the 1960s.

The portriot that these on-line presentations of 'intellegence drops' present, and their supporting narrative implies that . . . there were horific things in store for the world had the election gone to the loser. They make her out to be the incarnation of the worst kind of lurid pigish betrayer that is possible. Could anyone really be that horrible? Is this jumping the shark on the deep-state-take-out propaganda? Time will answer these questions.

Of course the narratives are rediculous. The ridicle of it is real. But woven with in these canyon tale of the mean-tails, and the grove of groovey cretin spoofy . . . voice of a goose staring as the voice of the . . .

And that way the whole thing can always be passed off as yet another fraud, because that is there too, or at least some people put it next to it. And what is real, and what is not real? The reader must always be aware of the context of the material. If the whole world were a funhouse, and you could pass out a simple door and out into the day and the street of the metropolis, hopping and dancing, and doing, from a place that was like a meat packing facility, where people pretend that they are dead and agree to hang as meet, and get compped? THis is the description of a fictional scene, but an algorgy for being trapped into a shallow existence toiling for nothing within a broken system. At any time you can wake up from this and move on with your life. Forget the false narrative and embrace the factual ones. How do you know the difference? You ought to know the difference.

So what is the true narrative? If it were that easy, then everyone would be singing in the sunshine and walking in the light. But even that might make you loose your voice and get sunstroke. So it's maybe hanging around in the shade and trying to understand why the world spins from day to night? But then you find that the bugs have nested around your stuff, and you got to keep swatting them off of you. So anything you do has a duration, the endevour ends when you want it to end, yes, but if you linger there, in the field of dream, for too long, the experience rots. You are suppposed to know when the picnic is over and the critters of the field have spied you out and have decided to come and take what you won't give them, like seagulls in front of Kellys at the beach pulling a whole bellied claim right from your lunch plate.

It's better to root yourself in the real world. There is enough going on around you that is 'off' that you can do something about without hunting for causes by reading and reacting to possibly bogus news reports that you get to from links on politically motivated postings. In the case of Q, I thin that there is really a comm channel there. But here is what it is like: a new canal. And that is in the open source world (no capitilization because its is wider than just the Richard Stallman movement) any channel is filled up with other traffic mascaurading as the originators of the traffic. So you can believe that you want to believe about any of it, and it's got to be sane and rational and presentible to the public. Lurid fictions that seem to be ripped from the discard pile of the science fiction racks of 1964, and a lot of very fantasmagoric freak-out pieces, purporting to be hidden prophecy? I put in a question mark for a purpose: because obviously not. But the idea that it is that seems to be clear, in a fictional way. What am I really saying about any of this? About politics? About communications channels: people ought to know the difference between fiction and news but clearly it's not so easy for some people. And so this is used as an excuse for censorship. But what we find that often it's that people are censored not for being rediculous, but for being political.

Keep your head screwed on, and you won't have anything to worry about. Remember, if the news account is too rediculous it probably isn't really true.

OK, here is what I am talking about: science fiction by John Burnner who was a . . . science fiction writer, listed as 'British', but maybe not because somewhere else said he was Polish. In any case some of the sad-saps who interpret 'Q' seem to have also read one of Brunner's books called The Atlantic Abomination. Here is a link to a review of this piece of pulp: www.charge-shot.come/2011/05/yellowed-pages-atlantic-abomination-by.html

Readers, I haven't actually read this book. But someone must have recently based upon the kinds of interwoven totally outragious narrative that some people put in with their deep-state-narrative-take-out-order (and do you want an extra large soda?)

What else makes sense to do? We have to make fun of it just a little, don't we? I mean if we are too serious we will never be a success. As far as old moldy science-fiction goes: it might actually be a biohazzard to have those old book at your residence. I recommend that you read them with the awarness that it isn't just the plots lines and the stories, and the sick-headed assumptions about humanity that you have to contentd with, a polution of your wellbeing by the paranoid delusions of some long passed-on 'great mind' out there scareying everyone and being the smartest guy in the room. Such men, with their constant dark vision, hold people inthralled with their super mystic minds. Or is this more science fiction? Oh, well, so, ya know you know some of hte source material probably popular with whoever is churning out the extra-terrestrial mind-mush commentary about the deep stake take-out, when the stake is removed and the patient returns to being human, and is no longer a vampire. Wait a minute, I've changed genres yet again. Hey, if we really are all attached to the matrix (just one?) then why wouldn't we all want to make a great big joke out of it. If it's really a matrix, it's got an aweful lot of processor power. How does everyone stay alive if they can't get away from it?

Bad science fiction makes for horrible reading. But if you are stuck somewhere, and that is all you have to read . . .

Burroughs and Kerouac would write out-there stuff. Especially Burroughs. And the story is that for his most famous novel he took the pages and put them into a random order before he published it. Is that the truth? I know not, really. I found that Burroughs was fascinating. but again, he often seemed like he was talking in code, and he really had an insiders view of the . . . and not always a happy story to finish to the end. I can't say that I did or that I could finish it.

I don't think anyone has an obligation to carry on a legacy of someone else. If that other has become a burdan, you bought the works, you kept them on your shelf. You played their cassettes. At some point it seemed trite. The family was just imagined. Everyone left the shows and went home on their own. The people you were friends with through the band you would have been friends with them anyway. The fact was that by the end of it it had turned into a road show drug maven. And it wasn't fun anymore by the time your out of college if you don't go with real friends. Yes, it was a way to make it easy to say hello to people. But later on the ones saying hello often had serious jones which they carried around with them, either some kind of political urgency that wasn't congruent with self-sufficient buy-your-own beer code of middle-class kids. And then it became just a place for people to go and score. Score: meaning acquire somethign that is hard to get and possibly illegal or immoral.

People shouldn't be destroyed because they associated with someone who has fallen out of favor. It's a sad thing, and a sorry story, to hear about that. But the fact is that if the situations become clear abotu what it really was. how people actually achieved their . . . whatever it is, and it gets somehow shown that most fame is manufactured, and most 'art' is just spur-of-the-moment tripe that people pawn arouind to either launder money or virtue signal as to their own value as a cultured human. Is this fair to say? That everything is and has been fraudulent and most success was just annointed by special secret arbiters in the background and passing out success, like the stories about how tweet-land staulkers (followers in birdland) are often just fake. But Rob Lowe says . . . none of his are. Rob was vocal the week of the flood in Mendecito, touchy about some young starlets impatience with the closed roadway. Supposedly this young singer was unaware that there had been floods, or why the road had been closed. No fake followers or not Rob might owe this other person a little bit of a forgiving thought, at least. How gossipy of me to talk about this now.

It's very easy to fall into paranoia, especially if you get enthralled with bad science fiction. But when you see the original sources, you start to understand. Oh, ya, we did, and are fooled again. It isn't that we won't be, that probably isn't possible. Or if it isn't us in our dotterage, in our prime years of being observational and not trying to interfer. Maybe we aren't fooled, but a new generation might just be again. Especially if all the adults are on opiods.

Sometimes you have to stay up all night. But if you do go to bed, and wake up with a head ache, then maybe you need some more sleep?

When I was a kid if I got into a book I'd stay up all night until I finished reading it. I was like that with some of the science fiction. But now, I don't do that.









Bad Jokes . . .

the old standby joke: what to do in case of a nuclear attack: put your head between your legs and kiss your . . . goodbye.

Worry about such things doesn't help you or anyone.

Work on what has been spoiled. But what about those who pretend that there isn't a problem?

If the forest service gives you fair warning about the impending erruption of the nearby volcano (Mt St Helens, was it 1980?) then who is at fault if the worst that can happen does? It's not about the government or authority. It's about the actuality of nature and how it really behaves. One volcano will destroy you suddenly. Or you will live through it and mourn for the dead. Let's hope for a third case, which should be for most things, adn the result of most events: the third case, the most importan6t and constant case: everyone lives through it and thus no one needs to mourn for any victims of the non-event. Like what happened in Hawaii. It was a not-happening. Maybe it was someone thinking 'hey, this is funny'. Or it was some psychotic finger on the button guy (unlikely) who 'pushed' the tizzy-switch. Everyone, OK, tell that old stock joke about kissing your . . . good bye. The punchline that was a non-punchline back in the early 1980's when that nuclear thing was a-hanging low: what are we all going to do, get in our cars and get on rt 3 north to New Hampshire? No, it wasn't going to matter. If it ever got that far, being 36th, we were told, on the 'this place is going to be destoryed -o- mometor' our town, not in a wilder way, was going to be 'blown up to hell and gone'. But that ended up being one of the third choice: that no , it didn't actually happened. We never had a nuclear event of that sort back in the early 1980s.

There were two nuclear events that did happen, and they were rather dire, back in the 1970's and 1980s: Three Mile Island, in Harrisberg, PA area. Cherynobel, a reactor of the old Soviet (and that's not an old-timesy folk-rockabilly band).

Work on what has been spoiled. The first thing a hotelier needs to do to get his staff to make a place sanitary for public inspection and eventual guests is to identify the problem. Permission to speak freely ought to be the rule for bosses and head directors, presidons, and other strange creatures of upper management. We ought not censor the one who is acessing the fate of things at that hotel chain, club Hell? Or something else? If it's a hellhole, then they say it's a hellhole, or a different type of hole it be, the other kinds. A house of that. A mouth like that. A person with that as their main feature: to give out the hell for anyone with whom they disagree. Instead of hearing the message, they pretend to a fowl message. This does not help.

The first step is to recognize that it is something that has been spoiled. It has become a hellhouse (not a hell house but a s__thouse). If you don't see it that way, then you don't rush for the bleach and the hazmatt suit. If governance is at the point of being so poison as to need a hazmat suit, then we are in a sad situation indeed. If you disagree with his choice of words, at least you can understand his emphatic request for a mop and bucket, a cup of bleach and a few gallons of water. Or how about cleanup robots, that spray the sidewalks with bleach like they have to do in San Diego now because it's turned into a hellhouse. Well, not a hellhouse, a s__thouse. It's Choloric. antiseptic activity is required.

Or the place should be abandoned. You can't do that to a whole country? The reason that you would 'take in' people from such countries is simple: to help them. But is it better to do something else instead? to give them the bleach and the mops? But then maybe someone says 'oh you busy bodies, imposing your theories on antiseptic livestyle upon a foreign nation. What if we say 'you can come and visit but only after you clean up your own room. But they are not our children ad we are not their parents and the interaction doesn't have a sitcom quality parent child explanation of events. We live in the real world.

Let's choose the third case

The third case is the boring non-click-bait story. In the third case story there are not casualties. There is no sense that anyone ever felt any sesne of peril. Whatever harmful event might have occured was mitigated quickly, if any such possibility even existed in the first place. Management will be notified. The situation will be handled. And if it were somethign caused by some unknown players, or whatever (whateva?) then they will be added to the watch list, and life will go on as normal.

The third boring case, about which no spy movie is ever made. The giant icecle of doom hanging over the heads of the citizens is removed before it ever became an issue. threats are noticed. Most of the times it is found to be nothing, but just caution of the watchers. If real peril is possible, the third solutin says 'this is a nothing.' It is not even a burger. It isn't even a burghar. Well, if it is a scoffing burghar, as novelettically this kind of creature is possible in a story, if not in the real world (like the Barrymoore character in Its a Wonderful Life), if such a creature is possible, and such a creature is out to do harm, the third solution is that they do not succeed. And they are known. And they are not allowed to keep being creeps and stealing. But that kind of person is a fiction, correct? I say yes such a person is actually a fiction and no such ultimately evil person even does exist but if they did . . . and there were heroes of the unknown who fight for the comic book ending of everyone is safe and supermensch catches all the fallacies before they ever get published, and there are no misspellings, and there are so many edits that its all perfect, and all inequality is solved forever just from the words. How far fetched.

So the better solution: if the road is icey, it is salted and made safe before anyone gets hurt. If the icecle hangs above the halls of governnace, it is removed safely so that non of the halls and walkways that the people need to be safe ever come under any kind of architectural distress from falling ice.


Jan 14, 2018



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and sending you greetings from the future!
and gifts for everyone.

An old proverb:

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



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The second dream
is the lake in May
a big bay window
where does the time go?
I wish I could say
but I never really know.

It's so dumb, though
they say they love you
the storm is coming
now they say you can't stay.
Pick up the phone.
Isn't anybody home?
I'm here alone
and the car won't start.

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scented candles and a 
big bay window
where does the time go
she says she know
but she just can't say.

Pick up the phone
isn't any body home
I'm here alone.
and I'm locked out side.

The next thing I'm driving away.
I'd charged up the car and drove down the long drive way
the car slid and slided along
but I was alright
just singing this song.

It's so dumb though.
He pretends to be humble
He doesn't know what
he just won't say.
He'd pick up the phone
but he's not there alone
He's not just high, not just stoned on a bone.

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Political and Media Inanity
by Truck-u-later

Truck-u-later

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

Work on what has been spoiled.

If you have to spray bleach, you have to spray bleach.

have to?

Or have unsanitary areas.

Read the hexegram.

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Jan 14, 2018

tell us how you really feel . . .

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




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Dude
you wrecked my truck!
you got it stuck
on a highland sholder
perched atop a bolder
at a mountain pass
you'd stomped on the gas
and went rolling over
the mountain clover
in a mountian pass
stomping on the gas
at three AM
in the blizzarding wind
in the blizzarding wind
in the bilzzrding wind

At 3:15 the cell phone rang
it was your boss telling you you've gotta come in
the storm took down at least 33 polls, 
and that's the story, just how it goes.
You said no way I'm stuck up here
my green bean buddy is full of fear
he says I got him stuck by jamming a gear
So we can't be coming anywhere near.

Dude
you wrecked my truck!
you got it stuck!
perched atop a blouder
near the mountain clover
by the mountain pass
you'd stomped on the gass
and popped the gear
which we had to hear
the tires chirpping loud
the metal scraped the ice
and it shrieked out loud
and then you hollared thrice
"Dude, you wrecked my truck! . . . "

At 4 AM the cell phone rang again
it was the boss saying we gotta come in
how much sooner or longer will it be?
Did you get my call at quarter past three?

In twenty minutes he was calling again
You said what's his problem, he's been phoning it in.

At 3 Am
in the blizzarding wind
in the blizzarding wind
in the blizzarding wind












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   the        the        the
   Lord       Lord       Lord
  for his    for his    for his
 unfailing  unfailing  unfailing
   love!      love!      love!



  well, little else now.

Bill writes all these columns.

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