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As the shit hits the fan, it's going to become harder to dodge it. Seems like I step in it daily. Got some on your own shoe? This is the place to share personal experiences.

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Well BO... had to wipe the slate clean of the drudge link... so here's another from BoingBoing about (yet) another elephant in the room... the fact that you are far more likely (in the USA) to be killed by a cop than a terrorist.   

Shit I experienced today:  googobs of blue lights flashing,  Why?  It's the end of the month.  They have to make their quota.  In Krakkerland where "cutting taxes" is an easy vote-getter, this is how you get revenue.  So eye specs there will be more predation by the "knights" to squeeze the peasantry for their hard-earned Schickelgrubers.  

Neo-feudalism is is bold-ass in your face.  And guess what:  crime is lower in immigrant communities where they already fear the mercenaries... be they cartel or King's Soldiers.  Privileged burgher-boys in their hot cars are easy pickings for the mercs.  They let the speed alleys go until the end of the month and then round up the easy grinkles for the Overlords.  

Guessing it is not so in congested areas where some immigrants turn into violent tweekers and the cops then have to deal with real crime... which they hate... because there's no revenue generated by busting tweekers.   But here we have docile Messican pickers and docile Burmese refugees who just want to stay the fuck away from anything military-looking.  

There seems to be an epidemic of cop-shootings of black people who simply want to run away from the paperwork, expense and hassle of living in the old angry white man system.  Really don't understand why black individuals can't understand why running gets you multiple warning shots in back of the head.  

Dude:  you're simply not worth chasing.  


Oh yeah... not shit experienced today... but at least 30 years ago:  

I was coming out the front door of the main downtown bank... the one with my great-uncle's name on it.  There was a naked white guy... (in those days we called them "streakers") running down the middle of the main street downtown.  I laughed.  Until a local constable stepped into the street and fired multiple rounds at the disappearing streaker  Never hit him, thank god.  

I was outraged... because spraying multiple bouncing rounds was clearly endangering public safety.  I called the metro police chief... I knew him from High School.  And he said, "Jeb... this never happened."  I understood.  So why don't these black silly-fucks understand?  Don't fuck with the mercs... or they'll kill you.  I presume it's because black dudes have more experience.  

Does this mean that nothing ever changes?  


Think you just explained the backstory in the 'Legend of Robinhood.' At leasty those medieval peasants had a sort of Jesus character who wasn't afraid to shoot an arrow in the King's ass. But how are ya gonna rile the masses when their heroes are Justin Beiber and Taylor Swift and twerking becomes a national pastime? 

Nice to have iPhones and other electronic shit to play with, but I can't say that as a culture we've advanced at all from medieval times. Same social dynamics at play. I s'pose 'messicans' will survive neo-feudalism best. They know the drill and aren't as opposed to living on their knees as we WASPians are. We prefer living on our asses.

Personally, my hope for humanity is gone. Long gone. But as long as we're here, might as well enjoy the show and hope that we don't become part of the movie itself. 

Shit I Experienced Today?...Oh yeah, just another shooting in my hood. The cops didn't do it. Just some of the locals having fun. “I’ve been to more funerals than graduations,” the victim’s friend said. “I’ve been to more funerals than weddings.” 

Note the photo: Is it not surprising I forget what country I live in from time to time?

Negrettes wearing Hajis... oh my!  Guess in some circles the collection agency just shoots your ass instead of ding-donging your answer machine all day long.  Each isolated species finding ways to cull itself I would guess.  Mullahs... fashion designers... potayto potahto... telling you how to dress.  Stocky guy with dreds probably got reshuffled to another collection mess.  Specks this is rooted in different media of exchange.  Munny or dope.  Soon enough it will be ammunition.  Then water.  

And guess what, girls:  dress makes you a medium of exchange too.  Sort of like a uniform.  Changin' Luck.  

Hope to die among the Germans.  No return-- crossed that line some time ago.  

Man it's like a ghost town here.  Probably because of the shit that you experienced today.  No importa.  There's still some good shit on yootoob before they take it down:   

I mean it.  Where are ARE you assholes?  We were fame's favored few who met on Teedie's gatekeeper site who recognized the 911 false flag and said so- out loud- right away.  What happened?  This Ning site was the best "social media" platform I could find.  It seems to be based in the UK now and I gotta pay for it.  Yeah- it's shitty... but wtf?  Facebook?  Twitter?  What the fucking fuck.  I got divorce-raped (double blind-sided) and now living on 1100 USD a month and it ain't easy... but in comparison- I'm a Lucky Ducky.     Being an old fuck my health is probably as shitty as yours... but really- wtf.  BO- where ARE you?  Pan- we created the world's first (maybe) Compost Modern Movement opera together.  Where did you go?  And Mouse?  Hannah?  Little Old Me?  My great ladies... what happened to you?  I cannot sustain this platform without you.  Click Here- you asshole-  Where are you?  You can't see it-  access it-  don't care-  burned out-  or... dead?    

Been off the grid for awhile. We did a performance at the site of Black Mountain College 

on April 2.  Our collaborators were from Idaho, Georgia and Kansas - so I guess there are some folks who think that what we do is worthwhile.  The woman from Idaho was Copper Knot in DBS. The text for the event was created through a simultaneous version of Exquisite Corpse game via Google Docs. Then we did a simultaneous editing to create variations of the texts. Not as brilliant as Waldo's lyrics for DBS but still some good stuff in there.

Then we headed west, sleeping in the topper covered bed of our F150. Mostly trying to outrun some pretty extreme weather systems while managing to spend some quality time in some gorgeous landscapes. Too bad about the people here though. Saw a billboard for White Power Radio outside of some small town in Arkansas, or was it Oklahoma... 

Just arrived at our three week artist residency in Jemez Springs, NM.  Gorgeous here but there was a major burn in the forest just over the crest of the mountain.  And then there was the very disturbing portion of the road that went through Los Alamos National Laboratory, having to show my ID to pass through a gate under a machine gun nest, being told to drive straight through without diverting onto any local streets like Oppenheimer Way or Bikini Atoll Road.

But now that I'm back online I can't indulge in the blissful ignorance of the internet dispersed information of all that is disturbing.  I often see posts from Hannah on FB.  Bo seems to have exited that platform. I enjoy your posts Waldo - really wish I could find the funding to remount DBS as it is even more relevant than when you wrote it.

Hi Waldo

You called?

Felt like saying hello? Hello backatcha.

Good to know you're still out there with that weltanshauung that takes no prisoners and bestowing your cantankerous lovability on your immediate environment. Utah, is it? Bit of an enlightenment hotbed probably. Drove through there once, north to south. Xmas Eve in a motel near the Temple thing. Some nice geography. Don't remember if i spoke with any of the natives.

Maybe two to four times a year i think to drop in here to see who's still scratching marks on the wall. I don't comment, but i don't do that anywhere. Ever less certain i have anything to say, or that if i did there'd be anyone to hear it.

All's well in my world. I'm currently 74 but that's probably just a phase i'm going through. Some days, most days, it seems if i felt any better i'd have to start a religion. Other days… are other days. It does seem, though, that happiness (or whatever) approaches biggerness as the number of fucks i give approaches zero.



Doug hello.  Good place for a brain dump.  Cos those who confess to 911 are damned few.  Best believe there shit can do.  One big union.  Cities like forests- buildings like trees.  Permaculture.  I left Utah by train 2 years ago with only what I could carry and now am back in the Indiana swamp where I was born 74 years ago.   

When I was a boy the catholic place at the end of the block had PARATE VIAM DOMINI above the door.  I thought said pirate. So now I'm an evil old pirate who scares the kids.  Heh heh.  Domino,    

I'm here.  Currently in Atlanta waiting for probably the last grandbaby arrival.  Maybe today.  Watching the 5 yo.  We're still in Moline.   Youngest is getting married in Portland mid May so a trip that way soon.  I have been hit hard by long covid.  Really sucks.  Getting better but hair loss, taste and smeller dulled and strange, fatigue etc.  I knit my way through 2021.....all I could do.  No being able to do shows to sell our stones has cut our income by more than half.  But Patrick got into roasting coffee and baking bread so that was good.  We are full up with cats and they keep us laughing.   If you're in the neighborhood stop by!


howdy hannah. bread and beer.  can't go wrong there- except growing weed.  But that's another struggle innit.    

In 1971, Michel Foucault published a lengthy critique of any enterprise that aimed to attain historical truth by uncovering its elemental beginnings. “History,” he wrote, quoting Nietzsche,

teaches how to laugh at the solemnities of the origin. The lofty origin is no more than “a metaphysical extension which arises from the belief that things are most precious and essential at the moment of birth.”

This is a perverse fantasy, Foucault believed. Actual historical origins were neither beautiful nor ultimately very significant. 

In the coming decade, China is expanding its plans for sponge cities. They can help prevent flooding, promote biodiversity and cut emissions. But what exactly are these cities and how do they work?

We been talking about this.  


Enlightened despot     Corrupts absolutely   

Glamping by the Shenandoah, 1895

Fuck all the medical pukes.  The healthcare system in this country is designed to sell you a procedure... preferably a profitable one.  Exercise extreme caution when dealing with doctors.  Girls (60%-  sorry- my sexist roots ) seem to trust them unconditionally.  The system has weeded out all but obedient robots.  Watch out.  Shrinks are the worst.  Like surgery in the time of Aristotle.  I'm not saying that there are not good ones.  But they are extremely rare.  Be careful.  That's all.  

ALL workers in the Healthcare industry.  ALL.  Even a fucking cardiologist.  Or some twit who sets your broken arm.  Like ALL our industries.  None are above corruption.  Academia.  ETC.   When profit maximization becomes the Holy Ghost- we all become meat puppets fucking and squirting.    Frankfurters und alles die dammit Leute.    

Threats.  Work best when theyre served up as cause and effect.  But thats only the presentation.  They gotta pass the sniff test.  Islamic terrorists.  Sniff.  Nope.  No raghead fucked with me today or anytime or anybody I know or ever.  COVID.  Sniff.  Uh-oh.  Buncha dead fuckers right next door.  Now we got the efficacy of masks.  Use one when youre working with nasty chemicals.  As a fashion statement it sucks.  Unless you had to plug toilet paper up your nose today because its running like a faucet.  Then the fashionable black M5 is like wearing a tie for dinner.  Or an (wink) interview.

My lady in SLC took me to the vet regularly- like a good farm girl takes care of all her critters.  Docs in SLC make $erious and nobody cares if youre mormon.  I had a competent cardiologist- a nice german girl- and she fixed me up good with a new 30k battery and I felt great.  My GP- Dr. Kookla - could only repeat what I already read in medical journals online which are boring as fuck.  Dr. Kookla nearly killed me and I know what that means because emergency room where your heart stops and you see angels and shit.  Broken arm?  Nobody will even fuck with it except an ortho fuck. It works almost exactly like the criminal justice system.  Except you can check out any time.  But you can never leave.     


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