A MIND FOREVER VOYAGING THROUGH STRANGE SEAS OF THOUGHT, ALONE


This is my second blog.

My first blog chronicled my experiences over three years caring for my dad as he lived through and finally died from Alzheimer's. That is the book that is for sale.

This second blog kind of chronicles of life, what it is like to start your life over in your late 50's. After caretaking, you are damaged, file bankruptcy, and the world doesn't care what you did. After 8 months of unemployment, you wake each day knowing the world doesn't want you. Finally you do find a job, 5 weeks before homelessness, but doing what you did 30 years ago and getting paid what you did 30 years ago. So this is starting over.



The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape finding oneself in the ranks of the insane.

Friday, November 29, 2013

HOW TO KNOW WHEN A WRITER GETS LAZY

Edited at 9:50pm same day.  Caught the song blended in with the paragraph and also was amazed at how many websites are referring to shoppers now as zombies.

The past two years, I wrote a blog on Black Friday mocking our culture.  This year, I am reposting them because there is nothing really more to say, other than in 2011 I predicted the continued encroachment of Black Friday into Thanksgiving itself and this year many stores were opening at 6am on Thanksgiving Day, now known as Grey Thursday.  


Friday, November 25, 2011 

BRAINWASHED MASSES OF PAVLOV'S DOGS 

Boy, Black Friday! You can now start shopping at 10pm midnight at others, still some hold off against the onslaught of commercialism and wait until a reasonable 4am to open the door to hoards of apes, hippos, and monkeys who trample, shoot, pepper spray, stampede, stab, punch, kick, and riot their way to toys, TVs, and a whole bunch of other diversions to keep them from thinking about living. So what if a few people have to die to get your child/lover/spouse that special gift this holiday season!   

And I sincerely apologize to all the apes and monkeys reading this blog for the comparison. If Darwin could observe our annual shopping ritual, he would instantly realize his theory was backwards.   

Watch the films today of how people behave at shopping malls and stores and remember these are the people who currently have jobs and can afford to buy Xmas presents this year. In other words, in capitalism, these are the best of the best. And watch them behave and ask yourself what would happen if supplies were ever short, cutoff, or inflated till a day's wage would buy a loaf of bread.   This won't be your grandparent’s depression. A moment of good advice this holiday season. Find a good local farmer with produce, chickens for eggs, cows for milking, and start buying direct and cut a deal with him if the EMP attack ever comes, you will be coming to live on his land and help protect his farm.   

And next year, since Walmart opened at 10 on Thanksgiving this year, someone will open at 6pm on thanksgiving and next year it will be noon and before you know it, it will be midnight on thanksgiving and another holiday spent giving thanks to God will be spent standing in lines buying crap made in China. 

Speaking of crap from China, anyone catch the story last week where someone went around buying lots of clothing from China, like fur gloves, coats, etc. and then tested the materials. Let's just say if you ever wondered what ever became of Lassie or Rin Tin Tin, well, you are wearing them.   Boy, you can't manufacture that type of quality dog wear in this country. But you can wear low quality dog skin products straight from China.   

Me? I put pop to bed at 10pm last night after a nice Thanksgiving dinner of Quiche and a salad with a lobster tail, stayed up reading until 1am and then slept until almost noon. I didn't save vast amounts of money, but then, I didn't spend any money either. Ran out to the grocery store around 1:30pm today and just for kicks cruised by a Super Target that just had to open at midnight.   Their parking lot was half empty. How stupid do you feel now late night shoppers?   

About 30 years ago, I moved to Dallas. They had Texas Blue Laws that kept malls closed on Sundays to protect the small business owners. It was strange, but I honestly miss those days. Progress ain't always progress. Soon, we will have no more holidays; Xmas will be a workday due to it's religious nature, Sundays are no longer a day of rest.

Interest rates were high back then too. You'd pay 15 percent for a mortgage. Of course, you'd also get 8 to 12 percent on your savings and CD's. So who really benefits from these artificially low interest rates? The consumer? No, while you paid more for the house, look how much more you wrote off from your taxable income with the interest deduction, thus you paid less in taxes. You also got to write off your credit card interest from your taxable income. Old people could get a nice monthly income from bonds and CD's. But, large corporations didn't like it, the government didn’t like it like they love the low rates, which lowers the debt, so we pay more in taxes. Think about that when you wake up from your overnight shopping spree.   

By the way, recommendation on lobster tails. Don't buy the BP Lobster from the gulf. Yea, you get a free quart of oil with every lobster, but it just tastes better with butter.   

How can you be so sure? 
How do you know what the earth will endure? 
How can you be so sure? 
That the wonders you've made in your life 
Will be seen By the millions who'll follow to visit the site 
Of your dream?

Lane, Dick (2013-07-17). FOLIE A DEUX: A Madness Shared By Two (Kindle Locations 2756-2769).  . Kindle Edition. 


Friday, November 23, 2012 ZOMBIE FRIDAY

Do you want to know one of the reasons we have preppers in this country?  It's called Black Friday, which is now really Zombie Weekend since it begins on Thanksgiving.   I slept in, though not as long as I would have liked, this morning.  My dad woke up first and kept opening the front door, which sets off the alarm.  Damn rude, Alzheimer's or not, if you ask me.  After the fourth time he did it in about 30 minutes, I gave up, got up, got him his breakfast, took dog for walk, picked up his dog crap, fed dog, and thought at least I don't have a wife dragging my ass to shopping malls at 1am.   I made myself a tall cold glass of Nestles Quick, the choice breakfast of people suffering a nervous breakdown everywhere,  and sat down at the computer to watch the video of all the moronic zombie shoppers shoving, punching, pulling, pushing, stabbing, and shooting one another over a toy, a phone, or some other piece of Chinese made crap that will probably give the winning Zombie cancer.   Dad is walking around right now picking up a pair of pants, a book, or something, wanting to take it to the car for his trip back to Princeton, MO; except we aren't going back to Princeton or anywhere else today.

Does anyone know what a stroke feels like?   But the shopping mania is why preppers prep.  We see the shopping mania and know all of these people will not have months of food, ways to get good drinking water, stay warm, or anything else in an emergency.

What you see on the TV right now, these shopping maniacs are the Zombie apocalypse who will mass rush stores and homes searching for food until they turn on each other and start eating the weak.  You really think I am kidding?  One solar flare, one nuke 20 miles above Ohio, and our whole electrical, electronic, "don't do anything without an app telling me to" society comes instantly to an end.  And one of the keys to survival will be to be able to withstand the initial rushes of the Zombie Black Friday Shopping Morons who think anything and everything belongs to them because they want it.  Hmm.  Maybe for Xmas this year I'll order a couple hundred more rounds of 357mag.  That was a lot of zombie this morning at the mall.

What happened to us as a people?  Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Years Day use to be days where nothing was open and everyone had a day with themselves, their families, etc.  On the day after Thanksgiving, the stores opened at 10am, people went shopping, music played, and people were nice to each other, wished each other Merry Christmas.   Now the corporations have mindless drones, formerly known as middle level management in companies that were moved to China and no longer exist in America, working for minimum wage to sell and stock the formerly made in America stuff now made in China shit to those fortunate enough to still have a chair in this game of musical chairs from hell, all working on Thanksgiving Day, Christmas Day, and New Years Day; so moronic zombies can push, shove, trample, stab, and shoot their way to that special toy for their special kid or most likely that special toy for themselves.

 Well, I don't like it.  I'm not romanticizing the past.  I like change when change improves but change for the sake of change sucks and we are changing in ways that are not good.  It's like that new Apple podcast app that doesn't improve anything but seriously screws up your iPhone and your playlists and made me have to reset the damn phone yesterday just to get it back to what it was.

This country needs to reset or reboot.

I'm starting to think not only do we need to break up Goldman Sachs and other banks, we need to break up the whole damn corporate system.  Walmart, Target, McDonalds; break them all up into state or regional corporations.  Or maybe we should start a union.  The American People Union.  No corporate sponsors, no teaming up with corrupt unions like Teamsters, SEIU or UAW.  An American People Union who says NO to businesses being open on holidays, NO to businesses creating zombie hangouts, well, except Starbucks, NO to businesses moving overseas, NO to foreign imports made by slaves, NO NO NO.

Okay, I feel better.   Zombies.  We are nothing but mind numbed brain dead zombies.  I don't know if it is the food, the water, or the television, but we are a nation of brain dead go along with anything zombies.  Even the Alex Jones crowds are Zombies to whatever Alex says.  Followers.  We get up to go shopping in massive crowds at 4am then bitch most days getting to work by 8.  And pity the poor workers who have to put up with all this crap for minimum wage.  I think all employees of Walmart and Target and other such stores, if they have to work these insane hours with these insane crowds, should be issued handguns and be allowed to shoot any shopper that pisses them off.  Thin the herds.

For some reason, this reminds me of the old story about a small town that was having lots of problems with wild pigs.  Everything they tried didn't work.  Town Council held a meeting and were going to hire some big firm, probably Chinese, to come in and solve the problem and some old geezer in the back stood up and said he would take care of it for half of that.  Everyone laughed at him, but they said sure, if you succeed, and we will give you thirty days.  The old guy left, went out to the street, got into his old pickup an drove off.

One month later he collected his check and they asked him what he did.

"Well,", the old man began, "first you put some food out for the pigs.  They smell it, get real suspicious, but after a couple of days one of them tries it and then the rest dive right in and eat it all.  The next day, you put some more out and the pigs come right back again for the free food.  And you do this everyday for 30 days."   "But how did you capture the pigs?"   "Well, after a week, you slowly start building a cage.  Floor first, put the food on top, the pigs get nervous about the new floor, but eventually the thought of free food overwhelms their better sense.  Then you slowly add the walls and the roof at night over the next three weeks and finally a gate.  And the pigs just walk right in for their free food one day, you spring the gate, and all the pigs are caught."

There is a whole lot of lesson in that story for a whole lot of us.

Lane, Dick (2013-07-17). FOLIE A DEUX: A Madness Shared By Two (Kindle Locations 7253-7255).  . Kindle Edition.


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