Shit I experienced today.

[BO]

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.

[Mouse]

or perhaps a third helping of coconut and sesame seed cake with organic double cream from the West Country and redcurrants from the garden that Small picked, when she had finished stirring three quarters of a cup of rich dark brown sugar into the quarter pound of melted butter, and waited all that time for it to cook and cool.

[waldopaper]

That's "homeless."  The chikken don't type very well.  I think when I get back to the house, the chickens will be gone too.  Blip blap and all that and soon must vacate the building that was home for over 40 years.  

[Mouse]

so sorry, Waldo, buns in poor taste, lived here nearly 28 years, homeless for a few months in the seventies.

cake the perfect antidote for hopelessness

[pan]

Just talked to the neighbors of seven years.  It seems the new owner isn't going to move in - gonna use the house as a second home, probably for ski vacations - great sadness about the garden that we loved going to waste.

[pan]

I liked the typo.  Even when one no longer holds onto the hope of the American dream of home there is beauty out there.

Driving the moving van from Idaho through Wyoming, Nebraska, Kansas, Missouri, Illinois, Kentucky, Tennessee, Alabama and into Florida I was struck by the beauty of so much of this land.

[hannah j]

why we keep driving long distance.  that and that there are not enough trains.....

[BO]

That's harsh, Waldo. Makes me angry to think anyone in their late sixties could end up homeless. Probably time to touch base with a social worker to see what kind of options you might have. I'd work the system for everything it's worth. 

[waldopaper]

Nah.  There's a difference between homeless and nomad.  Gypsy tinker whatever.  Difference is choice.  You are only homeless if you wanted a home in the first place.  As cashed-out member my dole is about 12k a year.  Lotsa places a rubber tramp can go with little bread.  And there's medicare and medicaid.  Thanks to socialism and shit.  

I am just astounded that word got into the lexicon thanks to guys like Bernie and Bill Maher.   Now we can throw out more shit like proletariat and bourgeois and in a hundred years or so historians will call this era some kind of ism collapse.  Capitalism communism, whatever we thought until the bankers decided to shit in their own skillets.  Monetary system.  

Feelings are not a good indicator in times like these.  It's like like flying on instruments.  Believe your instruments.  But don't go chasing needles.  Paradox, whoa.  Vertigo.  Pilots call it "the leans."  Seen a lot of people auger into the ground that way because of their feelings.  Abrasiveness becomes abuse and all that PC horseshit the baggers are on about.  Grain of truth.  

Defensiveness.  Like the way the fucking war department became the department of defense.  From the Latin de-fendo or "off-strike."  Offensive.  Defensive.  It's in the USAn DNA to want to claim self-defense.  When you are defending yourself by blowing up people on the other side of the world by remote control, there are going to be bull-the-fucking-shit feelings involved in that kind of cleanup.  Like teary-eyed kitsch.  

Everybody is a moderate. Everybody is a fiscal conservative.  Nobody is an extremest.  Nobody is a player. Unless they say they are.  Then you can be pretty sure they are not.  Call me a sexist pig, but women seem to like talking about feelings.  Women and shrinks.  To most guys, it's like talking about turds.  

Nothing to be ashamed of.  But I wouldn't polish it and put it on the dashboard.  You can prove turds.  You can not prove feelings.  Other than that, the similarity between feelings and turds is striking.  Or splashing.  If you think about it.  Every morning we take a dump in a big bowl of potable water.  

Then we open a bottled water and talk about our feelings.  Because our feelings are sensitive and turds are offensive.  Thinking and feeling is not the same shit.  Now, be sure to flush.  Gosh, hon. bathroom bowl sure needs cleaning.  Think of the germs.  I'll use Sani-flush.  Nobody really thinks of the germs.  

Not like we think of the children, right?  But that's way too fucking complicated.  It's easier to think of the germs.  Whatever they are.  But they make you sick, right?  Somebody told us in a book to worry less about the nasty outside and more about the nasty inside... whoever that was.  Different kinds of sickness maybe?  

Difference between dirt and duplicity  

[waldopaper]

Saw a Polaris Slingshot live and in person today.  Didn't track him down like I did a couple of years ago with the Spyder... but I specks it's the same dude... and specs he live in my hood.  

Don't get many of the scary apocalypse signs you guys get in congested areas...  but they're there.  Like Tweekers.  Haven't gotten my draft notice yet... but did get an ad from a law firm who noticed the case was filed.  

Lots of young folk coming aboard the Eco-ship.  I try to avoid telling them we are fucked.  Even we started living like 19th century Indians tomorrow... we would still be fucked. I think that was the last plate for Ruppert.  

 

[BO]

Been following the story of the fuckhead lion-killing dentist today. Latest poster boy the American Zeitgiest. Destroy anything and everything that has true value.

Yep, weeze fucked. Was bing-watching 'The Newsroom' last night. In one episode they interview a scientist who says we've gone past the point of no return. Eyes glaze over and he's written off as a nut case. Oh, well. I'll have to see if I can find a clip.

[BO]

Actually quite funny were it not true.

https://youtu.be/6CXRaTnKDXA

Note the comment section.

[waldopaper]

Dentist from Minnesota kills Cecil the Lion.  We are past 350 ppm now.  Yeah, we're fucked.  When did feelings become more important than truth?  The usual answer is, "whose truth," like truth is some kind of commodity. Not just any lion.  Cecil the Lion.  A celebrity.  Well, that's different.  Fuckhead jets halfway around the world to kill a lion with a bow and arrow.  While 90% of the big ocean fish are gone.  What happens?  Fish pirates.  

Money memedemic.