Americans are idiots thread

[BO]

Because that about sums it all up in a 'nut' shell. And because I need a place to satisfy my misanthropic rantings and save funny videos.

[Mouse]

I was in the union for a while, it meant work in the print industry, secretary in newspapers and magazines, never for longer than six months, because then the job would be mine.
Natsopa it was called, we used t drink with a father of the chapel, that was the title in the union. It was the best pay I ever had, was with them for two years, left to go to St Martins inLondon, art college. Was secretary to the editor of the Times Health supplement at the time for its prepublication months of preparing

you are just about the only people I talk to, be there

visiting is ok

[pan]

From David Fewster, "Folksingers in Hell", and onetime dancer in my Migrant.

THE SAD DAY I REALIZED THAT FAMOUS PEOPLE DO NOT READ
YOUR COMMENTS ON THE THREADS OF THEIR FACEBOOK POSTS

A famous poet is prone to posts
railing against 'Amurka' whenever
something happens somewhere
that seems to highlight our fascistic tendencies.
Which, by the way, is
ALL THE TIME.
Finally, I broke down and wrote
"Spelling like this is what
rotted Ezra Pound's brain."

He did not unfriend me.

[Mouse]

find this world of not quite but constructing batters innards like chain saws and thus remain aside secluded and keeping the peace by staying away from the people who desire not that I should prick their bubble with a word.

[waldopaper]

Damn, mouse, you're good.  

And the Lord God said, It is not good that the man should be alone; I will make him an help meet for him.

-- Genesis 2:18  King James Version (KJV)

Compartmentalization to Dissociation to Fuge.  Denial Anger Grief Acceptance.   Where does it go from denial?  Back to denial, probably... but the kind of denial is far more permanent.  That is one of the paradoxes of Zen from the standpoint of most.  Personal identity:  to deny it is to accept it if one is to avoid anger and grief.  This is not to say  that anger and grief can or should be avoided or accepted.  

[waldopaper]

The approaching avoid is is outside our event koan.  Warp and WWOOF.  Neither linear nor circular, but a spiral... not a macro or micro, but a fractile:  Socialism, Peak Oil, Permaculture, Equality, Authority, Singularity, Civil War and Magic evolved over time.  Now they are called by name as eight great dancing Manitou in the opera opening before us now as individual and collective transform  Energy matters.  If the electricity goes off, a weak old man has just as good a chance as any of surviving the next five years.  

[waldopaper]

Sometimes you stay on the same page even though you are addressing people and issues in different times and places.  

It is a cauldron, Kleinabit.  Queen Mab is very particular. 

We are the only ones who can see her, Henry.  Mutti nicht die Hugel Konigin… 

You musn’t talk Dutch to me, Rosie.  There is going to be another war. 

 

Listen up.   I am sorry to approach you in such an aggressive manner, but here's the deal:  you are the only sibs i have, and you're both girls.  I am having serious problems with girls right now.  They are human-specific. yardle-blah, and don't bother me with that bullshit.  

zzz

 Hey, wasn't that fun?  Fucking heartbreak.  And I got the drill down so good by now it's all over me like a cheap suit.  So the deal is that Mab is not going through that Gate until she finds her replacement.  If replacement refuses, then the replacement's daughter is the price.  Elizabeth Thorn did not Rosa was going to be a daughter.  Right now Rosa is more real than my wife.  

Planning a wedding, 1987 I said let's go on headsets and have Craig do sound and you get the graphics team together.... hey- it's a fucking show!  And boy am I going to write the hell out of that fucker.  Oh no.  That's not "romantic."  This is about "family."  Well I did show.  On time and sober.  All I got to write was my speaking part.  And during all that "planning" I only totally panicked once.  It was right after the rehearsal dinner.  

I got in my car and started driving east.  In the middle of Ohio somewhere I started to think.  What... hang a right when you hit the Atlantic Ocean?  Then there's Key West.... and then what?  Fucking Cuba?  So I got back home about sunup.  That's right.  Drove all night.  Now I am up to my ass in allegory.  She wants to drain the swamp.  Gotta call for a rewrite.  Could you please try not to make plot so eminently predictable? If it holds interest deep into the beginning, skip to the end.  If you ask yourself how the hell did you get from there to there, then the rest is worth reading.  If you connect the dots right away, don't bother.  

Now comes the part where you do all the coulda shoulda woulda shit.  I shoulda gone to fucking Cuba but my my car couldn't swim.  I coulda tried it.  I woulda drowned.    Probably not.  Arrested is more like it.  So when do the cops show up so the movers can pack up her shit while I am getting served my divorce papers?  OH I know.... her new boyfriend is a cop,  And his sister is a judge.  Shoots me in the back of the head while I am out in the yard taking a leak.  You thought that was a weapon?  Haw haw.  Wait it gets better.  God was there and everything cos mom is a Lutheran you know.  

Whole family is chock full of pastors.  Do not expect to be seeing any of them any time soon.  Can I get a refund?  It didn't work.  

 

[BO]

The best electric vehicle design so far. They just need to add a built in composting toilet and a small fridge.

http://www.cnet.com/videos/link/7do8eeKnzjYPcCHu3AIvisdqJ_nYBIYJ/

[waldopaper]

Dunning-Kruger effect.  

I use AFFORREST (amnomic device)  

Alliteration
Facts
Formal Language
Opinion
Onomatopoeia
Rhetorical Devices
Repetition
Emotive Language
Three (rule: three-tellum)  

[waldopaper]

God just spoke to me regarding two letters to the editor in the 9/7/14 Journal Gazette.   She told me to remind Paul Schmucker ("Media bias drives anti-Israel sentiment") that the Israelites are gone and the Israelis are there now (and they are behaving rather badly).  Remind Tom Wagner ("Illegals undeserving of benefits of US") that only actions are illegal... not people,  

God did not write the bible, people did (except the part on two stone tables-- we did not discuss that).  She mentioned all the blather about sportsball when the oceans are dying, but that was unprintable.  God has no need to plan.  We need to plan because we do not know the future.  God wills.  People plan.  God's plan is science.  See the difference?  Medieval thinking does not know allegory from axle grease.  

She told me the future is not fun in the Middle Ages.  

[waldopaper]

Here is the"published" wordpress version so far.  

"Great minds discuss ideas; average minds discuss events; small minds discuss people."  

Eleanor Roosevelt  

They all talk about their kids.  That's what young mothers do.  It's normal, healthy and productive.  When the children are small, it's usually children and events.  Hoola broke a glass.  Guys do talk about even stupider shit.  Like Loola wiggled her ass.  Whatever. Abstractions usually take a back seat to what's happening in the carbon world.  People and events.  Formalist and postmodern.  Here in the postmodern everything is relative and the Canon does not matter.  As we move into compost modern,  Reality becomes the canon.  

Canon not reality, difference is plain.  Formalist: "God's Word."  Postmodern: "What do you mean by "Word?"  Compost modern:  it really does not fucking matter.  We are dancing on coffins.  The oceans are dying and we are talking about gay marriage.  That's fucking stupid.  That's Reality with a capital.  That is compost modern.  As a former postmodern, I would ask what you mean what you mean by dancing.  One size DOES fit all.  We are are talking about the planet, not somebody's dick in somebody elses' ass, see the difference?   

They do not see the difference yet.  Time parks her memes whether we "choose" to see them or not.  Formalists decide what is important.  Postmoderns decide why.  Reality is what compost moderns do.  We can not decide anything.  We look at the data.  Reality decides for us and we only see a footprint of the manitou.  If we are lucky and avoid  becoming a cookie in the footprint.  Then we can still do recon.  That's what Henry Repeter did, moving through Avery's boys who were out there in the dark thick as fleas.  

Here come the fucking judge.  All night long Henry had to help make coffee and talk like a cracker.  But Henry made it into the Cannon.  A ten-pound Parrot named Bess, and when Henry said he was one of Greene's boys, it was the Gospel.  Truth is, only one fellow asked which army and Henry's answer sounded like sarcasm to the postmodern pickett.  Formalists are no longer in a position to judge once everybody sees the elephant.  Come morning it is gonna trumpet judgement day dancing mad.  Henry had seen enough for one night.  

Reality has a capital for a Reason.  The Reason.  One Size fits all.  Formalists diddle with words like sex toys.  Postmodernists blow them through the air like shrapnel.  Compost modern is herald of mourn before battle as light lifts and muskets cackle like barnyard hens. Filing into works by fives and tens, you could almost hear the factory whistle future.  Henry snored loud all day.  Nobody liked what he had to say.  Woke up twilight and saw where he wanted to go.  Anywhere but here.  Henry had been dancing on coffins for years.    

Henry mumbled in Kiowa"...you can't change what can't be changed, there it is, there it absolutely and positively and fucking well is."   Henry could see through the time portal.  So could Sam Watkins.  Lincoln probably could as well as anybody.  That's where Magic comes in:  rituals, symbols, actions, gestures and language.  Henry used Magic to get through the Reb pickets as soon as it got dark in the glowing fog of war.  Lincoln used Magic to transform pointless to purpose, and the glue held fast for over a hundred years.  

They said the war was going to be over before sundown.  Formalists believed it because General Lee believed it.  Postmodernists, although they had not yet been named, speculated on Lee's intention.  Compost modernists were born in that dung-hill, scarab beetles for coming generations.   Nationalism, patriotism, pride and honor are still stinking from that place.  It was nothing to be wearing a Yankee uniform. But this Yankee is not dead yet.  And it is only a series of crude inventions that made him a Yankee in the first place.  

 Had to think about killing a Yankee to get back into the Rebs he knew who thought he was one of theirs.  Once he got through them, he kept going.  Frozen winters and steaming summers had gone by before Henry got back to the Hill where he found a little girl watching him with with Bess' eyes.  A flaming cannonball from Heaven was heading for his hiding place.  Only the Queen in the cauldron has the cure.  Tell the girl it is coming or be a cookie in a footprint.  Henry was already a cookie when he came rolling along the Baltimore Pike.  

Great minds discuss ideas.  Right.  Like fillilee-fillaloo birds whistling through our tweets in the desert. a reedy fart in a roaring hurricane.  People and events boil on the toilet and spray potable water with fire rumbling Taco Bell.  They couldn't see the germs.  We can't see the memes.  Similar results.  Nationalism, patriotism, pride and honor float on top like coconut oil cream cheese.   We push the lever and it goes somewhere else.  Pathogens stay invisible even if we can see the germs,  

First we become stupid by thinking the symbol is the idea it represents.  Then the symbol does not represent anything.  Then we become cruel.  We become so stupid we can not see our cruelty, just like we can not see the difference between planet and peenie.  Halloween approaches, followed by Reformation Day.  Or preceding it if you are going the other way.  Maintain the mask to catch another... leave the bodies and wreckage to stink in the sinking sun.  Had we remembered the cost we would have no cause.  Human guile,  Disposable people.  

We wear the mask!    

 

[Mouse]

that is good , Waldo. We are thinking of it awhile more...

we are going down the garden to nestle twigs in sheltered places for winter homes.

with contrite heart I ask you to forgive me for the last shock, I hope that this chap is right, and that there is a coterie there working a scam, causing desperate imaginings with their shenanigans:
http://youtu.be/YbUKCMIc0yg

[BO]

I spex memorialising Gettysburg is s'pose to mark the end of the south's plantation society and slavery and remind us all about how free we now are. But of course, all it really does is mark the shift from agrarian fiefdoms to a more centralized form of slavery that's eminates from Wall Street through it's corporate distribution network. Quite the coup if you ask me. Too bad the south didn't win. I think distributed totalitarianism would be more personal. But Lincoln was quite the PR guy. Kind of like Obama.

They should put a Reagan memorial next to Gettysburg so folks don't have to travel far to celebrate the beginning of the new plantation society. Kind of like the way the old Disneyland sits next to the new California Adventure park. 

Sorry Waldo. I'm a cynical bastard with poor writing skills. But somehow I think we're saying the same thing.