why is it not patently obvious that obama is as much part of the democratic machine as is hillary? with all due respect. the republicans are great at the lizard-mind thing, but the shifty democrats got quite good with obama at making a list of what most of us libtards desire (self-declared libtard, here) and putting it out with a most handsome, actually quite pure (likely) and wholesome face that most libtards drool over. yes, promise us gmo-labeling, etc., etc. (i’ve mercifully forgotten all the goodies we were promised and that were conveniently reneged on). so cynical am i. of course, he had the most obstructive legislature in history, but we also knew that going in. his political appointments told us the truth.
the tide has turned; the days of vision and intelligence will drown as we go down, and going down we must, from our high-living daze. i begin to muse ironically at the gods who have put this new buffoon in charge of what must be the glory daze of our descent. hail nero!
so now, listening to ‘the young turk’ calling obama out, i see how fooled i am (once more!): obama a cog in that same machine; it’s all the same machine. i way cut back on facebook once i saw, nothing new under the sun. it took me 70 years, and facebook, thanks mr. zuck, to see our interminable human nature and the lizard nature of progress: is there such a thing as progress? the wheel turns, churning out more and more ‘gizmos’; our very advantages turn against us; we cure childhood death and end up in overpopulation. but it’s true, we then cure overpopulation (thank you, dr. pincus). our ‘progress’ is the old story of ‘good news/bad news,’ and here we are.
canada’s contribution to the final daze? hockey sticks (thank you, james creighton and mcgill) on our pi charts! out of control usage of the last gasps of gas! i will make a confession here: i’ve done my best, usually, to be conservative in how i live, now i question this illusion, the illusion of how i live, life, and conservatism. because, my lifestyle includes the expenditure of gasoline. yesterday i read, somewhere, the story of some famous or rich person, not a bad person, who unconsciously wastes a half glass of water without considering what labor had been expended (she was in some remote region) to obtain that water. well, that, less famous and waster of much more than that half glass, is me. and i’ve represented myself otherwise. yes, thus and so entangled am i in this miasma of wastefulness of life. you could nearly call every aspect of my life a waste, including my last breathe, as would be acknowledged by any jain in our midst.
especially, and maybe you can get it, hard to admit, my wastage of gas. i waste gas, to go to my work, such as it is, to spend time with friends. i know, you are all living more frugally than me in this respect, but i am not. and i finally just wished to admit it. (i’ve censored the swear words in that last sentence; feel free to sprinkle them back in.)
so, how do i feel about all this? as you may imagine, in many ways. if you are reading this, please nod your head in agreement: one way or another, you are as deeply yanked into this system as i am. i am choosing my life, my lifestyle; i’ve chosen many in this lifetime, as maya would have me believe, or they’ve chosen me. in this current hallucination, i’m 71.5 years old (just about today, i think), and there are things i can and can’t do. i have deepest admiration for my farmer friend, jonathan, for so many reasons, but the main one being he is capable of farming, in as sane a manner as i’ve ever seen, and hats off to any farmers who are similarly engaged.
i grew a tomato two years ago; it died. i figured out it was about water, and last summer grew one more successfully, shared the last of the four that showed up with what i presume was a hungry deer, in my fantasy, she nibbled one day, then returned the next and a few more nibbles, then it sort of got old and i tossed it to the side. so that’s my success so far in growing my own food, oh, about seven raspberries from the raspberry plant i nurtured. no complaints; she is pretty.
and a coyote got my cat, i believe, though that is another very sad story.
i live a complicated life. it takes me hither and yon. it’s how it is; it’s not your life, i know, you have a different life; mostly more interesting, with deeper, more beautiful relationships, and that’s okay. i bet you think i do too. 🙂
i depend on the largess of the government plus an assist from the detritus of a marriage; i am most grateful. both of those dependencies come from a source that is less pure than i’d like you to perceive me as being, i.e., the gov’t and a ‘fund.’ don’t worry, i won’t be sucking these tits for too long, age and all. 🙂 😦 🙂
so, i am thrilled to be writing this, and addressing any other belief systems i may hold dear whilst trying to cling to this life-form, tenuous though it may be, amigos! ❤ hasta la hasta!