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.

Sunday, October 26, 2014


Anyone who thinks life is normal of late is living in a dream.  Two stories today illustrate my point, with some additional rhetoric.

First in Oklahoma City, where they still dare to have a statue of the Ten Commandments, have a statue no more.  First, the individual walked up to the statue and pissed on it, then got back in his car, took a running start, and plowed into the marble and shattered it.  This all coming not long after some satanic ritual was performed in the state.  That is the least of the weird.

In Connecticut, some woman who kept a rescue Pit Bull in the backyard on a heavy chain because it was a vicious dog and they were trying to 'rescue' it, looked out into the backyard and saw a naked man, whom she thought was being killed by her dog.  She got her gun and when she came out on the back porch, realized the dog was not attacking the man, the man was sexually assaulting her dog.  She fired a shot into the ground, which will probably see her sent to prison, and the man stood up and walked toward her saying something like shoot me, we are all going to die, ISIS is coming, and prattled on about a great evil while apparently the vicious Pit Bull was smoking an after sex cigarette or something.

Signs and wonders people.  Pay attention to these stories.  They are warnings.

Which, of course, leads us to the Republican National Platform, which, unfortunately, isn't done in simple bullet points of ambiguous wording but is actually written out in compound sentences and full paragraphs, showing if you enjoy reading details, the republican party is your party.  If you prefer short simple cliches that sound nice, then the democratic party is for you.

So that is the Table of Contents of the reps platform which I guess means they want to turn back the clock some, not a bad idea, use the constitution again, good idea, suck up all the resources in our country, which I think means a chicken in every pot and a fracking well in every backyard, not sure if 'serving the people' means working for us or a cookbook, renew values which I think means those out of date JudeoChristian values liberals despise so much, and America's exceptionalism, which is a myth at this point in history.

It's a much better read than the democratic platform, one I really agree with overall.  Too bad it is all bull crap.

I promised that today, and I delivered, but what I really wanted to talk about is how through books, movies, and television shows of the past we really should have paid more attention to what was coming.

I am a big fan of Star Trek TNG, especially the last half of the series, they had some of the great sci fi stories of all time.  The episode I am thinking about today is the one with Ashley Judd, whom I don't care how liberally stupid she is, she is cute.  That would be sexism I am sure.  The episode was about some game that someone brought on the ship, which was worn on the head, and it was putting some disks in the right order and everyone on board started playing and getting hypnotized by the game and Wesley and Ashley were the only two catching on that something nefarious was afoot.

I thought of that show several times recently when I was out, and the number of people I saw with their face buried in their smart phones.  Eating, walking, standing around in the parking lot, just playing some game on their phone, and thought how fascinating the writers in the late 1980's saw a day when the population was totally whacked out on staring at smart phones and totally oblivious of their surroundings.  I swear if I were a bad guy, I could knock off dozens of people a day because they would never see me coming.  What I am really fighting is starting to walk up on these people when I see them and when I get close shouting "BOO".

Who the frack would want to rape a dog?  Note to self, next paycheck, add 200 rounds of ammo to supplies.

All along the icy wastes there are faces smiling in the gloom.
Roll up roll down, Feeling unwound? Step into the viewing room.
The cameras were all around.We've got you taped you're in the play.
Here's your I.D. (Ideal for identifying one and all.)
Invest your life in the memory bank ours the interest and we thank you.
The ice-cream lady wets her drawers, to see you in the passion play.
Take the prize for instant pleasure, captain of the cricket team
public speaking in all weathers, a knighthood from a queen.

All your best friends' telephones never cooled from the heat of your hand.
There's a line in a front-page story, 13 horses that also-ran.
Climb in your old umbrella. Does it have a nasty tear in the dome?
But the rain only gets in sometimes and the sun never leaves you alone,
you alone, you alone, you alone, you alone, you alone.

Lover of the black and white it's your first night.
The Passion Play, goes all the way, spoils your insight.
Tell me how the baby's made, how the lady's laid,
why the old dog howls in sadness.

Jethro Tull