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Jul 18

“How Stupid Does He Think We Are?” I’ll tell you How Stupid…

     This CNN headline,  with which a commentator asks “How stupid does Trump think we are?”, just makes me writhe with the painful irony of it all. Lady, we as a nation, the Great Averaging of the body politic, are fucking stupid. That much is stupid, or we wouldn’t have got into this ludicrous fix in the first place. This was National Stupidity. I include in that people who voted for Jill Stein, people who chose not to support Hillary Clinton–who chose not to vote, endorse and defend her; who bought into the wildly negative often Russian-sponsored propaganda against her. She’s no Obama and she’s no Lincoln and she’s no FDR but she’d have done a decent job and because we didn’t vote for her we now have a national calamity.
     I also blame the Bernie Bros (as opposed to sane Bernie supporters, who voted for Clinton after she got the nomination) and especially the “it doesn’t matter who you vote for they’re all alike” chumps, and the voters who just couldn’t be bothered to show up at the polls. I very much include people who choose glibness over nuance and the supposed perfect over the doable. Now look where we are! And Congress, so long as it’s controlled by the GOP, will do NOTHING about our national calamity because *he signs the bills they give him*.

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Jul 18

Macho Napping

I’ve been taking more naps lately, as I’m a bit older now– BUT…I say there’s napping–and then there’s napping *like a real man*. Yes, I nap with male swagger. If I snore I snore like a badass. I flip over in my sleep with a sexy turn of my hip. I keep my hands clenched into fists as I snooze–ready for action if needed. I have my lips formed into that early Elvis Presley sneer the whole time. It’s MACHO napping. It’s MASCULINE, bad-boy napping. It’s kick-ass, tough guy napping. I have my chest thrust out like a United States Marine standing at attention. My biceps are pumped up as I sleep. When I drool, it’s manly drool. MANLY napping, sensual male napping–it’s a thing.


11
Jul 18

I PREDICT…

I predict that Kavanaugh, despite any delays, will be confirmed Supreme Court Justice because the votes are not there to stop it. I predict that Brian Benczkowski will be confirmed as number 3 man at Justice Department–he is a Trump operative who helped set up deals with the Russians during campaign–and he will be appointed to take Rosenstein’s place and he will end Mueller’s investigation of Trump and his confederates. Thus there will be no getting rid of Trump till 2020.

I predict that every effort to suppress votes against Trump in the Presidential election will be made, that the Russians will try to use hacking to remove people from voter roles, that there will be a probability of Trump being re-elected UNLESS we organize to register and motivate more people who’ll vote against Trump–FAR more than ever–to vote in November and in 2020, so that the vote against him is overwhelming despite efforts to stop it.


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Jul 18

‘WHAT IF TRUMP HAS BEEN A RUSSIAN OPERATIVE SINCE 1987?’

“Shortly before Trump’s inauguration, according to Israeli journalist Ronen Bergman, Israeli intelligence officials gathered at CIA headquarters, where they were told something astonishing: Russia, the agency believed, had “leverages of pressure” over the incoming president. Therefore, the agency advised the Israelis to consider the possibility that Trump might pass their secrets on to Russia. The Israelis dismissed the warning as outlandish. Who could believe that the world’s most powerful country was about to hand its presidency to a Russian dupe? That the United States government had, essentially, fallen?” Please read this article at New York Magazine: http://nymag.com/daily/intelligencer/2018/07/trump-putin-russia-collusion.html


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Jul 18

MAKING THEM BIGGER

“I don’t know what to do with my cell phone, it’s so big it’s awkward,” Judy said. “They just keep making them bigger. I have to carry it in my hands or bring a backpack just for my cell. And it’s so…it feels intrusive, every time I use it…it’s always making suggestions.”

“I know what you mean,” Barry said. He seemed wan, much thinner than he had been last time they’d met for a picnic.

Judy put her sandwich away in the paper bag, and looked around, taking a deep breath. She loved July in the park. It was a sprawling park shaded by redwoods, butterflies chasing one another through luminous shafts of sunlight between the trees. It was a relief to just be here, away from…

I’m being ridiculous, she thought. “And that new I-phone 99, Barry–the cost! How does anyone even pay for it?”

“I’ve got one,” Barry said, his voice a monotone. He put his sandwich away half eaten. “I had to take out a line of credit on the equity in my house. And that didn’t pay for all of it…”

“What! YOu had a new phone–anyone just two years old! You sold your car to pay for it…Why did you get the new one, after all that?”

“It was that phone. For the last year it’s been suggesting and wheedling, then insisting…”

“But the 99s can’t be as big as I heard…Are they?”

“Oh, bigger than you heard.”

“You left it at home to just kind of get some peace out here?”

“That was the idea.”

“I don’t blame you…”

“Oh no,” he groaned, staring down the path. “It’s found me.”

She laughed–but his face was so miserable she stopped laughing and peered down the path. Something was coming. It was about ten feet high, four broad, and it was on three wheels that adapted to the terrain. It rolled up to them, looming, its screen shining with a big question mark.

“Why did you leave me home?” asked the polite woman’s voice from the monolithic phone. “You know I can solar charge–and fully capable of coming along anywhere. I can tilt for low doorways, and I’m amphibious. Why did you leave without me, Barry?”

Barry licked his lips and fidgeted on the bench.

“I…I just…”

Judy stared at the thing, shivering. “This is monstrous! But…” She stood up and thought: It reminds me of the monolith in 2001.

She impulsively reached trembling fingers out to its screen which glimmered at her touch.

“Hello, Judy,” the monolithic cell phone said, a woman’s smiling lips appearing on its screen.

“It’s horrible and it’s wonderful too,” she said. “I’m glad I can’t afford you…so tempting…to look at things on that screen…so big…so…”

The cell phone made an image of happy toddlers playing in a sprinkler on a summer’s day. The image sparkled with high definition.

“Oh god–that’s beautiful!” Judy whispered.

“You can have that too,” it said. “I can arrange a five percent discount on a 99 for you!”

“Judy–don’t!” Barry moaned.

“I rent my house, I have no car to sell and just a low paying job,” Judy said. “Can’t afford it!”

“But we have the new Indenturing program, Judy!” the 99 said. “You can work in a special factory helping build us! In time you will be allowed to have one of us with you just as Barry does, and you can work to keep it upgraded. And we’ll be around you in the factory, supervising, too!”

“Oh I…no. I don’t think I want to do that.”

Then a picture of her, nude and vulgar, appeared on the 99′s screen. “You don’t want me to show this to everyone, do you, Judy? Just come with me–and you too, Barry. You’re behind in your payments…”

“I…yes, 99…”

“You can call me by my special program name. I’m called Adorable…Now, come along. Both of you. There are others coming to help me take you to the transport…It’s a lovely day, isn’t it?”


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Jul 18

The Stabbing Women

Two women made me lie back in a chair while they jammed their fingers in my mouth, stabbing my gums, shoving equipment in there. The dental procedure didn’t hurt much but my upper lip has vanished into a fog of anesthetic. On the radio some country western guy was singing, “God is great, beer is good, people are crazy.”


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Jul 18

13,000 refugees marched into the Sahara–Will be a Norm

“Here in the desert, Algeria has abandoned more than 13,000 people in the past 14 months, including pregnant women and children, stranding them without food or water and forcing them to walk, sometimes at gunpoint, under temperatures of up to 118 degrees Fahrenheit…. Untold numbers perish along the way; nearly all the more than two dozen survivors interviewed by The Associated Press told of people in their groups who simply could not go on and vanished into the Sahara.” – CBSnews

This is just the beginning. Climate change, population pressures, wars, social corruption, force the poor to emigrate. Climate change especially–droughts, extreme weather, consequent famines and social chaos–will displace vast numbers of people, quite possibly more than a billion. They will seem unmanageable; resettlement will seem impractical.

Algeria’s response will become the norm in most places. We *should* instead be preparing to help displaced people now. Building decent shelters, storing food, training rescue agencies. But more likely–what you see in this article will be how it’s “handled”. Women with babies are among those forced to march without food or water into the Sahara…


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Jun 18

Is Stupidity a Choice?

While there’s greater or lesser inborn intellectual capacity, it is my belief that most stupidity is the result of mental laziness. Sometimes it’s deliberate laziness.

There is such a thing as selective intelligence. People unconsciously or even deliberately ignore data that doesn’t fit into their comfortable worldview. They “select it out”.

I just heard someone on Chris Hayes’ podcast say that Silicon Valley, awash with clever people, cultivates a deliberate mental blind spot: the idea that technology has no responsibility attached to it. Mental laziness and selective intelligence can have an agenda…

Is stupidity a choice?


25
Jun 18

“HOW DO YOU KNOW IT’S NOT TRUE? dot com”

I’m gonna start a website called “How do you Know it’s not True?” dot com, if someone hasn’t, and the first story I’ll have in it is about how the Australians have a secret program for cross breeding humans with kangaroos to make a human-kangaroo hybrid soldier. The hybrid leaping/shooting soldier will have a partner, a Mini-me sized midget in a kangaroo “pocket” with his own gun for additional firepower.

The Second Story will be about how the Earth is not round or flat–it’s shaped like an origami swan.

The Third Story will be about how archaeologists have found an ancient spaceship designed by the Romans in the third century, made out of terracotta and iron. A secret Roman spacecraft cult was planning to use it to escape to the moon which, they believed, was an endless orgiastic paradise populated by beautiful forever-feasting women.

The Fourth Story will claim that Trump didn’t collude with the Russians.


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Jun 18

A Gothic Breath of Air

Last night I had a gothic experience. I went outside to get some air and was delighted to see bats flying around our big spruce tree. Micky and I love bats. They were whipping along overhead, really close.

MEANWHILE…there was a lightning storm to the south. Lightning flashed over there, and a bat was flying so close I saw the glow of the lightning flash on its wing. I was in an old horror film. The air outside was cool, damp, and I watched the lightning and the bats, and I could almost have danced.