Suspiciously prognosticating, I could see this coming, combining my limited high school science knowledge and a decent amount of palliative hospital time with our dearly departed. On first glimmer of bicycle weather, I escaped our families self imposed hunkered-down quarantine headquarter, slash, cuckoo’s nest, to enter the outside world and try my luck with newly implemented public health protocol requiring, ‘social distancing’, or to aptly describe, ‘mental distancing’. Heard somewhere, a leader claim, we aren’t socially or economically designed to endure, self-inflicted precautionary all-encompassing shutdowns, in protecting against an invisible enemy virus. I haven’t slept this well since my last long ago trip to sparsity, in vicinity of our family farm. We subsist deep inside our city jungle and finding normally bustling streets evacuated, exaggeration begins to almost hear, a pin drop. Some oddity has taken place, displacing the casual savagery. Having been deployed to the front lines of humanity my entire adulthood, a suddenly now threatened into extinction career, I find this change refreshing. I could get accustomed to it. It’s hardly a surprise as to why leadership, with collective zeal, is attempting to put Humpty Dumpty together again. Freedom is beautiful to behold and with it, the multitude and those plainly incapable of physically recovering, may ponder moving off the plantation, forever. Cobbling the fragile bonds that tie man together, has never been easy, even in the best of times.
Of course it’s evident this isn’t for everyone, the looming threat of horrible, painful, lonely death, added punishment if loved ones mourn in absentia but put that aside and this episode has been a breath of fresh air. Apparently India is mystified. Looking to the skies, invisible of littering airplanes, unintrusive open spaces between clouds, void the rumble noise of artificial, breaking speed noise, removes the mind from pressures affiliated with the pace of, to and fro. ‘Twas a peaceful rainy day feeling that never seemed to end’. The racket buzzing of steel glass plastic cars, replaced by silent scents, portends the impending arrival of hummingbirds, mosquitoes, butterflies and bees, ever so benevolent by suggestive comparison. Highlight was witnessing in sequence, a pole fisherman catch decent length gill, photographed in lawfully distanced pride, along my devotedly traversed route, on the periphery of Cabbagetown touching the Don River banks, a mere stones throw from the Toronto Stock Exchange. Buses that cavalierly carriage free slaves, packed as canned sardines, saunter by in emptiness, instigate thoughts of converting to limousine or mobile home. It all felt quaint and civilized, as if meant to be. Crossing our byways and highways, the noticeably fewer motorists are liberated to movement, in fashion intended by city planners projected design, as my senses are shattered from such obvious sensibility.
We were smitten in outrageously referencing our society ‘the rat race’ during my teens and this unabated pyramid scheme for decades, exponentially multiplied, so imagine the size and number of them now…. Hearing another infamous leader chime “We have to plan restarting life”. Maybe it be a good time to reconsider some of our prior failed follies but powers that be, seem to still be paralyzed, of lamenting. Grieving is, as functioning adults know, a stage, before determining an objective way to move forward. Expropriation of lands from other forms of life would seem to need, halt. Depopulation, reclaiming slums, cessation in creation of new ready made slums, growing local and sustainable development would be a fulfillment of some wonderful concepts, begging implementation. The oddity in my words is that I’m a right wing liberal. Whatever that still implies. It doesn’t mean destroying the planet. Efficiencies prolonged, turn into deficiencies. A former now deceased Canadian Prime Minister as well philosophical theorist, argued during a university visit to South America that political systems are engine’s, when successfully functioning, are depended upon, to solve a countries evolving national interests and these systems might need to change should conditions require drastic action.
Golly, who was aware the barely lucrative ‘restaurant business’ was vital to the socioeconomic dynamics of nation building. Appears that food and booze served in a preferred setting, is the glue that holds communities together. The livelihoods I had contemplated studying, to complete my soul, have lost luster during pandemic. An epic accident of fate, has elevated my self-worth from the trash heap of the ketchup industry. Engineer, architect, human trafficker, physician, epidemiologist, drug dealer, marketer, lobbyist, politician, gaming operator, officer, diplomat, administrator, pimp, corporate lawyer, journalist, coalesce their brain thrust and lubricate our financial system through patronage of the hospitality trade. Suggestions of gloves, mask, thermometer and who knows, a child’s playful fantasy stethoscope, could be sophisticated trickery of promotion but how to draw energy to proceed, with suspect opportunity to gain, should it all be wasted, displaced effort. Mapping the way forward, needs vision. Foreshadow a swell of plague, should we return to previous habit and can we ignore this premise, in crafting new solutions. Historically supernatural events were attached to omens delivered by soothsayers warning humans to impending unknown dangers. Before and after predictions, ‘I told you so’, are forgotten, until the next approach of a high body count. The unfortunate side effect of genius pharmaceutical development, is false security, exposing us to ever increasing vulnerabilities of calamity, in our misplaced belief of science superiority. We need to apply layered defensive approaches to our survival, given that mad men in control, periodically run amok, a recognized tendency. Conundrum when wise men discard their appreciation to awe, anything but themselves. Nature won’t be outmaneuvered. Begrudgingly, we shall learn to cohabitate with other living, or face an ugly surrender. Adjustments wouldn’t be profound upon the arrival of an acceptance. Our foundations utilized properly could make us healthy and prosperous. Uncompromising greed, is the real virus.
Cycling along, observing unusual, contributing self induced amusement enhancement imagery, I was undesirably visited by an absurd dark visual, from a particularly disturbing movie. Dennis Hopper is responsible for a collage of mind numbing theatrical performances, interrupting two generations of who’s who in Hollywood. Cataloging a subconscious list of sick cinematic memorabilia is short, mostly the result of infrequent dead time or derived from unwanted invitations, as ‘must see’. Sometimes there’s absolutely nothing else to watch and while lulling, the quality of filming engrosses, capturing an outpouring of deranged passion, submitting to squirm. ‘Blue Velvet’ and other things ‘Lynch’ or genre and scenes accredited to Hopper are unbearable to watch without prior conditioning to a world of morbid cynicism. His portrayals messaged controversy and skirted realms of twisted.
Jargon familiar to insiders, lined-up, packed, in the weeds, my four four tops seated, the love couch was being reset, as I was picking up drinks at the service bar. Returning to intersect a fellow waiter, he and I having come on board this fledgling tour, from separate postings, when one could shoot a cannon and strike loneliness. Each week our stature as ‘hot spot’ was elevating and camaraderie was gaining hold, in sharing this accomplishment. Dino, an endearing personality, dutiful, organized, efficient and thoughtful, possessed the qualities of an A grade employee. Initially a part time commitment, we hired into placement because of similar profiles, regularly serving powerful, intelligent and prolific people. Identically in mid-life, wasn’t much we hadn’t seen, so when Dino gave an exuberant grin, as if flashing all the keys on a baby grand piano and threw his hitchhiking fist with thumb over his shoulder, this motion clearing the tassel of hair from his lively eyes, awaring me “You’ve got Dennis Hopper”, was another notch, indicating we were hitting the top of our game, which is why we play. Twelve paces around a pillar, in those moments having grafted from air, said recognition, was to the next, looking at Hopper, leaning forward over the table with a menu in hand, his female companion, adjusting, seemingly perturbed, into her position of cushy couch. “You got a burger”? placing down the menu he probably hadn’t looked at, making a circular gesture with both hands suggesting the preferred size of patty, his head tilting repeatedly, motioning peek at hopeful portion, “I just want a burger, you got a burger”? “I want a burger”. I refrained because patron’s were within earshot, instead internalized my response, ‘You want a _uckin’ burger, I’ve got a _uckin’ burger’. For providing me over the years, hours of thought provoking, certifiable, film entertainment, I’ll produce one, ‘come hell or high water’. He’d probably have laughed and if the clock permitted, I’d have ventured probe of his disposition. Feasibility, prioritizing, prerogative, perk, standing, goodwill, command structure and distribution of responsibility are a number of elements, functioning waiter’s filter to complete tasks. Customer obligations were consuming my concentration. On advancing and receiving his affirmative, still carrying alcohol on my tray during interruption, continued with delivery, then headed to see chef about mincing a steak, peeling some potatoes and agreeing to send my busboy to purchase condiments, further to the bakery for hamburger buns. Reactions to this blurring emotional pace of rigmarole, are suspended, then reconvened to digest in the solace comfort of bed, where your mind is a darkroom, reflectively reprocessing snapshots of incidents, leading to releases of delayed amusement, sorrow, shock, discovery and stamping indelible marks on later to become hardened opinions. The space separating an actor’s on screen aura, to real persona, is negligible. Who and why they really are, well, it takes a lifetime knowing oneself. Film gimmickry and sleight of hand shan’t obscure a rabid public, from idealizing their favorite. To do so would defeat the purpose of adulation, connecting to remunerative interests. However, and here I’m not dissecting Hopper, having had the luxury of intimate contact with movie star’s and celebrated musicians, I’ve had to bite my lip, stopping myself from asking, “you do actually understand the implications of your film, do you grasp the significance of your ‘popular song’? The disconnect is numbing, or maybe it’s us, or me, or the audience, drawing pie in the sky, of malleable performers, guided by an ensemble of direction and an undefined personal belief system. Interpret, as generalization, impressionability and detachment, are applicable constructive methods, as if canvass, of an actor’s art form. On the other hand we have Dennis and I doubt just anyone would want to crawl beneath his skin, to take a good look under the hood and examine influences of his distress and torment. Some have attempted to brush up, uncomfortably close and were forced to leave disillusioned. A counterweight to tinseltown reputation, he was fearsome, sometimes loathsome, the bad boy was always hardcore authentic, appreciated among his and my piers for his work. Certainly a great guy to visit, valuing spirited insight but you probably couldn’t want to live there, for preservation of sanity, only if you happen to know, what’s good for you. I’d give him this unmatched legacy. The lesson, personified, avoid evil, it isn’t pleasant. I had the good fortune, to briefly, bask in his presence, demented as that might be.
The strange about this virus, is how it has rendered our intelligentsia, downright stupid. I consider this the upside. It places the power of humans in perspective, relatively speaking, in light of the unknown vastness of, you know, the universe. Of course we have to worry about the downside, that being, we completely lose it. In that case, grab a rake, for gathering of dead leave’s we are about to receive and prepare ourselves for the next growing season, should good fortune provide us this opportunity. For other’s, things could get dicey, turning into something resembling, a dog eat dog world. We expend endless amounts of energy, selling theories (bullshit) we absorb ourselves into trusting, discounting every evidence to contrary, as it’s linked to a means of financial reward. There’s the crux. I wait on the novelty and distinction of receiving my first government check, never having utilized the welfare or unemployment system. Things change. Fascinating to see our way of life inverse. I feel like bursting out laughing but we must for the sake of appearance’s, remain solemn. The government is sending us money to sit at home. Will wonders ever cease. You know organized crime is in crisis. Amusingly, that’s always messy. And they scratch their heads, huh, feigning surprise, huh, about what amounts to temporarily ordering soft martial law, generating the highest unemployment rate since the Great Depression. This is what cheap labor brought our continent, mass destruction. Imbeciles. Blowback ramifications to ameliorate the entire system from crashing will be mighty interesting, mighty interesting indeed. Knowing my fellow man from both sides of this equation, they’ll be chasing and dodging these monies, all over Gods acre for years to come. A likewise stunning anomaly is television doctor’s and health professionals pretending to represent integrity. False Gods. Updated. Fake Gods. Their tentacles, scour the globe, probe every crevasse, came weeks, months, late to the party, with a diagnosis. How useless are they. Why are we giving them our attention. My pets serve better as early detection warning systems and can’t speak the lingo, nor are we beached in far away tsunamiville. Dontcha know. Highly dubious, doesn’t add up, for ‘the evening enlightenment news’ to be this out of the loop, at bare, have laid ground work to assess images from the east, hundreds of bio-suited teams spraying city streets with lord knows, what kind of chemicals. Didn’t look healthy. Am I to understand, skeptically, computer models forecast this disaster? Are we off human input altogether and have the high tech martial art guru puppet billionaire giants, become mere talking heads to there robot master’s? Did a supercomputer and a batch of humanoid zombie operatives order this up? Is the 010101010101010101 dial, set to high probability loss ratio? People I was indulging, surmised this incoming pandemic problem, minus a background in medicine or foresight from access to hundreds of employees embedded in corporate tech networks. Before Christmas the uptick of transit commuter’s wearing masks was noticeable, due to foreign exchange student’s in our neighborhood college. Overheard a couple chattering, some wear masks to hide their acne, resulting from soot. How gullible am I. Meantime the House of Representative’s was focused on eating or growing or canning peaches, or something. What the heck was that about? Circumventing democracy? Why celebrate with gusto, women’s suffrage, to a century later water down and disqualify every citizen’s vote. The fourth pillar is complicit due to lethargy, performing the prerequisite qualifier of their mandate, mainly rigorous investigative journalism. They don’t seem remotely moved to outgrowing their useless pretenses, because the truth is increasingly inconveniencing their sponsor’s agenda’s and the days of extrapolating life saving tidbits from their manipulations, are kaputski. The question is, who’s pocket is W.H.O. in. Certainly no one I know, directly. Demeaning the motive’s of people isn’t what this is about, as optimism is a virtue I best cling to, but comes a time, things get out of hand and we need intervention. I’m convinced this virus, is that. An intervention. If your okay, don’t bother paying attention but continue to follow the guidelines provided by your province or state ministries, to a tee, additionally tailoring them to your criteria of common sense. If you don’t happen to survive, you can always be content knowing, that you knew, ‘only the strong survive’. The rest needs to be ignored, for their own sake, as taking themselves too seriously isn’t helping. Delightful in observation, is our controller’s rationale, as they seem sad and ever sadder, yet manage never take an eyeball off the prize of clinging to power, even if we’re all depleted to death and there’s nothing left to power. My peeve with liberal communism, it desperately needs someone to communist. Prejudice is an ingrained defense mechanism, when it shows up collectively, becomes an uncompromising vicious animalistic mob. Is the collective mind more interesting than the individual mind? I would argue that larger mass is cumbersome and oppressive, the individual free and nimble. The one threaten’s at every level, the other open to comprehension. A babbling authority figure, unwittingly spewing matter’s of fact, as foresight to his constituents, interlinked to discussion of mortality rate statistics, stated “we’re all going to die eventually,” anyway. They are now indulging in lecturing the obvious, as strategy to make us feel better. It’s a stretch to believe, this governor of large jurisdiction, has ever been to funeral and there contemplated implications of biblical events. If you wonder how scenarios like Jonestown and Flavor Aid happen, look no longer. Me, I’m running, running like that first American upon realization of crashing wave, away from the Fukushima Daiichi Nuclear Power Plant, it’s precursors Hiroshima and Nagasaki. But Where? We created this monster, now we need to put this Chernobyl, Three Mile Island type genie, back in the bottle before we exterminate ourselves. I’m tired of them saying we’re all in this together, because if we were, you’d be following my advice. I’m tired of them thanking anyone and everyone who’s listening, as substitute for payment in helping the distressed, because good intentions have never been affordable. Sounds like begging. Who do you think you’re fooling. Just make sure you have the wherewithal to keep feeding me. What’s with the steady stream of attacks on worshipers? I know members of my sect can be a bit crazy, but no more, or less, than any other relevant group of religious and institutional fanatics. Ain’t no better policy, ‘moving forward’ (another overused catch phrase that ill’s me) than removing any breath of hope to your followers. This is a winning formula? Stigmatizing the quality of our mental capacity, as master plan, to eliminate our doubting the possibility of an afterlife! Give us something. Com’on throw us a bone. A warning should do, otherwise leave us, to our own vices and our way of expiring. People devoured by science are morons of a special sort, smearing themselves in omniscient stoicism, like honeytrap, they come across as instruments of the devil. Research, experimentation, hypothesis, out the window, when spirituality becomes the topic, simply because it isn’t tangible. They’ve turned it toxic. They need tangible. Microscoping lounge time to debate weather the covid-19 catastrophe was intentional, or a breakdown in shoddy enterprise, (most likely) fluctuates. Either deserve outrage and an ensuing explanation is essential to determine a first step towards healing, however, the invested are busy diverting our attention, from a definitive answer. To me, just like they, we’ve all become part of the same problem, which is the problem. I need a bit of space, to breath and grow and find myself, then maybe I and the rest of the world, we can hook up again and find a solution to these troubles, or if need be, go our separate ways. (permanently). No hard feelings, we just weren’t meant to be, you and I. I’m sure you’ll find someone else to manipulate, hopefully on another planet, in the mean time let the judicial system run it’s course assessing blame, if it can locate it’s misplaced scales of justice and blindfold. Initially, you’ll have to clear the buildings of lawyer’s and the body politic, fumigate, then search again. Oh yes here it is. The statue of liberty. Needs a good wash. Whoever or whatever unleashed the conditions of our consternation, screwed up, big time, because they’ve screwed a system that needed to be screwed on behalf of all the living things it was screwing. For me the seed of this destruction was planted with Sunday shopping. I new something irked me then and they went ahead and did it, without my consent. Instead, we should have cut our hours of labor, added a day of leisure and extended religious holiday’s. Disheartening, is finding my idealized childhood hero’s, for their profundity, performing music as shtick, while background slot machines, roll out sounds of jingle jangle, between guitar licks, bing bang bong. Feel good words and meaning, have lost value. At the cusp, we were sold out, to carpetbagger’s. I’m guessing all those joints we smoked, dumbed us down, made us lazy. While I’m in this area of poker chips and touch screens, here we find example, of good intention, turned nightmarish. Our public transport seating is arranged to facilitate conversation among strangers, when in the company of a hostile, glaring us, we uniformly become hostage to a steady diet of deranged, or walk. Can’t tell you how much I miss the lunacy. As we sit there singing ‘Kumbaya’, spittle visibly or invisibly all over each other, thrashing around, holding for dear life to our handheld technology, between stops picking at it with our finger, like someone’s nose and no less applying make-up, because we got up late, as some guy, who hasn’t washed his body in six days wants the window seat, ‘gotta get to work’, ‘gotta get to work’, a too loud, yoga vegan tattooed environmentalist who’s multi-manifold fuel injection car broke down at the airport, “yeah, I’m on the bus, no, no, seriously, I’m taking a bus”, and as you place that cellphone to your mouth to answer dad’s call, overhearing the latest tomorrow, some children in New York have died mysteriously, might be virus related, well you can see why everything has gone to shit, until we have a vaccine. Or Plan B. I’m in for plan B. By the way, I’m not George Carlin.
Here, I have to give a shout out, addressing two groups of concern. My fellow restaurant workers must be insanely fidgety, given the physical and cerebral qualities of our occupation, having been squashed, like bugs, from employment. Waiter’s in their secretly nameless contribution, ‘disseminating thought’ and for those that wholeheartedly deserve to be in this field, appreciating the unique feature’s of our job description, I sympathize, especially the youthful, capable and exuberant. Hopefully the duration of your inconvenience is short, although I’m sure the emotionally stable will adjust without fuss and move into other opportunities, representing your numerous skills. Consternation is directed at the hygienic aspects of duty, accounting for most of what we do as second nature, in preparation for receiving and during the service of our guests. Under normal conditions this work load in the hands of conscientious employees is essential and therefore can’t be understated, time consuming. With the advent of this pandemic atmosphere, the idea of fulfilling intimate service safely, is stretched from logic, in particular when assessing those segments of our work force, that are altogether incapable, of this expected performance. They become a menacing hindrance. Training and overseeing people who should already have been put to pasture, as they were never remotely capable of achieving the fundamental standard, well, this mountain is too steep to scale, rationally. The profit margins will disintegrate and the paranoia of advancing germophobia, disable our jobs disagreeable. This of course is my humble opinion. Until the disease is eradicated or designated boundary type conditions secured, to strictly protect abiding groups in isolation, I won’t be a customer to any location, what’s the point of being an employee. This leads me to regard the status of high-octane performer’s, including the casual philosophic adherent’s of physical fitness, correlating the symbiotic relationship of body and mind. I feel terrible for our professional athlete’s and the egregious livestock treatment they’ve been forced to swallow, mummifying men of action to mute. It’s a cruel world we live in. The strongest, quickest, flexible, mathematically accurate member’s of our physical world are forced to park their specimen torso and add insult to injury, devoid them of noticeably participating as moral support, to following in footsteps youth, who are in evident need of continuity. Admittedly bizarre, we can’t place sport’s legends, into hospitals or direct social contact with fans, because apparently the healthiest are unwittingly rabid spreader’s of this pandemic, alarmingly infecting those with weakened immune systems and compromised organs. Protecting the vulnerable is a cornerstone, in a thriving compassionate civilization and humiliating that we find our elderly in nursing homes ignorantly sacrificed. Helpful honest input should be dialed in remotely, communicating with past and present athlete’s, unbridled, uncensored, unapologetic views as contribution to solution and counterweight to verbal diarrhea politicians, irrational opinions, related to unknown positions counter to our countrymen’s needs. It will be curious to examine on sports imminent return, the impact covid-19 has on athlete’s who’ve had the misfortune, contracting this virus. Be patient, for what is man, without the joy of games.
Sci-fi novels, movies and comic books copiously portray villains unleashing bio-warfare and in pursuit, a gaggle of Superhero’s, to spoil their sadistic entrails, always in the nick of time. Roused into this imaginary world, finds youthful beginnings with the needle prick of a child’s inoculated arm. Fear and wince, the unwanted forced administrative subjugation of foreign substance into the blood vein, awaiting a herd of perturbed classmates. We sense our frailties and in lieu of comprehension, summon the superhuman, mixed in good measure super-animal hero’s, as resource, to help in formulating a defense. Batman, Robin, Catwoman, Captain Fantastic, Superman, Superwoman, Spiderman and my personal favorites, from bygone era, the bad discreetly good, defender’s of social justice, The Outlaw Kid, Kid Colt and Rawhide Kid. Today the luster shine of these supernatural figure’s has replacements in the form of space character’s and robot’s, that walk, talk and evidently are able to produce hard up espionage sex to infiltrate the enemy. Leadership’s biggest fear? The off switch! When you realize you’ve become your own worst enemy. When psychotics overtake positions of power in thirst to complicate self-absorbing suicidal tendencies, eliminating everything and everyone with them, to make depraved. Cowards. Drones, have replaced the old world charm of rapacious Al (Kool) Capone and the gang’s notorious hit men, as they mysteriously blow a noggin to smithereens, while the unaware target, isolates in desert, during habit of answering a brand new, gifted, no return policy, cell-phone bomb. Projection is, coming soon to a dealership near you, because surveillance by intent is inherently evil. The futuristic self-drive vehicle, will indulge monitoring every aspect of external and internal surrounding, included penchant and quality of your lifestyle. Decidedly disapproving of a dissatisfactory trajectory, self-lock, allow for last-rites if that happens to be part of your problem, permit final vaping, drive scenic picturesque lakeside, tenderly drown you. reverse out of the water, deliver your corpse to crematorium, drop by the car wash for detailing and return to lot, for resale to the next unsuspecting victim. (idiot) Alas even as unsafe children we despised being spied on but for needed parental guidance, saving our bacon, from some obvious. If Moses had to do it all over again, the 11th engraved Commandment, THOU SHALT NOT BE A PEEPING-TOM. Stealth bomber’s, facial recognition, fingerprint and retina identification, soon they’ll micro-chip the male member upon birth and in adulthood, charge tax, according to how often I’ve intercoursed my wife. As I partake viewing our current road rioters, in political protest, swearing profanities, coagulating in violent march, was it this way, centuries ago, fighting tyrannical regime and the use of expletive F.U.C.K. Fornicating Upon Consent Of The King, or version. Modern day argumentative by etymologists denounce this conjecture, yet from linguists I know, a Portuguese priest among that group, I’m dubious of recent dismissals. On a wide field, deciphering subtleties is interpretative. Did royal subject enjoy control by Monarch, deep inside the loins of sleeping quarter, without a murmur of conflict? Or does the ruling class find implication of this connotation inconvenient? Who knows, maybe the acronym will evolve into meaning something apparent and profound, if it wasn’t. Thou doth protest too much. The future is a battlefield of thought control and mind meld gestalt. So I ask myself in this framework, where they can locate, forget humans, but a particular type of insignificant cockroach, desolate on region planet earth, capture it some distance below the surface membrane, but an entire city can have all it’s movement wiped out by edict and no one knows anything about what’s really going on. Again, I am a gullible guy. It helps in creativity and adventure. Welcome to topsy-turvy downtown Toronto, the present set of ghoulish Gotham City, chock-full stocked with complimentary cast versions of Joker’s, Riddler’s and Penguins. We always had plenty of lunatics, now we have plenty of diverse lunatics. Density and anything related is unfriendly, is what makes this virus ‘so acutely spectacular’. Bring your own bag, don’t bring a bag, we only take cash, we only take cards, wear a mask, don’t wear a mask, don’t stand, don’t stand, don’t stand so close to me, false positive, negative negative, negative positive false negative, positive negative false false false, send me out an S.O.S. send me out an S.O.S. message in a bottle, message in a bottle. I heard people are drinking a lot, chug chug chug and work place hostilities, have come home to roost. Divorce is imminent. Who let the dogs out? Break the glass ceiling. Our entire approach to living has been upended because we outsmarted ourselves, again. Dense. We have rules that usurp the rules. I’m so confused. I think I’ll stay home, or thereabouts. Tranquility is around the corner.
I want a wide berth, the full nine yards. I don’t need to know your philosophy, your views, opinions, beliefs, who you work for, where your from, what you like to eat and how you got here. The suicide hotline number is posted on the subway platforms. If laws provide for six feet, tack on a significantly increased orbit for me, otherwise your terribly close to becoming an enemy combatant, or surely a heathen. Consider me exactly as the character played by William Holden in conclusion of the 1953 movie ‘Stalag 17’. I have an abundance of friends, family, considerations and conditions, without inadvertently being culpable for having endangered their lives, through contact with unidentified mental degenerates. Shocking incident’s, if I cared to relive, would volume another chapter. I’ve had female friends claim this virus a godsend, because the traditional custom of hugging and kissing can be omitted. Who new there were so many undesirables in their sphere. This plague could be an enormous premeditated fabricated farcical fiasco for all I care, because more than two months in, I’m unaware of a single person who’s died from this thing and if I wasn’t connected, this mightn’t seem unusual. From the severity of our institutions reactions, you’d think I’d be seeing stacks of piled up bodies everywhere and they’d be scrambling diligently, gleeful to show me the horror. It’s certainly possible that I fought and disposed of this virus, back in December during a serious bout and the Parents/Grandparents being of firm stock were mildly impacted. That’s not the point. Point is we started down this road as precaution and if World War 2 didn’t get them, then in the off chance we are coincidentally overreacting, so what? How many times have we heard ‘better safe than sorry’. Yes we’re on the way out but not this flu. Could be something worse but not this flu. Drowning in a bowl of porridge would be far far far better, then some asshole quacks screwing around with virology. We survived the Mengele era (Angel of Death) phase of our lives. Not looking for repeat. Sorry. However, this reexperienced bunker mentality has caused hardship to member’s of my Post Traumatic Stress Disorder relatives and won’t any amount of war reparation payments, suffice to comfort. So keep it. Limiting our already diluted movements, restricting the methods of grandchildren physically interacting with elders, well, we’ll keep this pretense up a little longer, then let wild, have them go out in style, with their boots on, at a place of our choosing. That’s the plan, Stan. See you at the backstretch! We’re dying on the finish line!
A relative, recently sent informative reading, that deserves a gander. Should be helpful to insightful futures investors.
The Risks – Know Them – Avoid Them Erin Bromage University of Mass Dartmouth
Canada should identify, functioning as the planets lung, identical in ideological theory to the Amazonian Jungle of Brazil. A one two punch contributing to ecological well-being. This pandemic is a glorious opportunity, speaking as an environmentalist, to reconfigure our economy and create a peaceful coexistence with our fellow critters, insects and plants. I was aghast recently on trek North to pristine Muskoka after some twenty years, to witness incredulous scaring of countryside from an overrun of human manipulations. And equally offensive, the trash, garbage and crap littering the fields. What’s happened to my country? Have we become barbarians? We should eliminate immigration to zilch and decommission human trafficking pawn brokers, as currently we are beautifully diverse, descendants representing a collage of all the peoples in the world. Before we proceed evidence is needed that other regions in the world are capable of these same policy characteristics, with equitable percentages of diversity, before we allow any more radical changes to our current structure, otherwise it’s only a flawed exercise in domination. We can’t allow this continued assault on the fundamental values of Canadians. Allowing hordes of invaders to escape their captivity to exploit our wilderness isn’t going to benefit them, or us. Might make us some money upfront, down the road it’s going to get ugly. Pressure them to address overpopulation, make repairs internally on their soil, for the good of mankind. Continue to hesitate, sinking into this quicksand mentality, of lowest common denominator, will suddenly result in, too late. It serves no one, past, present or future. Curtail mundane unneeded travel by every speck of moving molecule to interject on each others domain. It’s asinine. We need to appreciate and be responsible for where were from. Our movements unless holistic or purposeful should be bike, jog, walk, run crawl, hop, skip, jump, waddle, swim and in the off chance a truly balanced puritanical local community transportation system. Take pride in enjoying who and what, we are, where we are. The metaphor ‘the grass is greener on the other side’ could fail to qualify soon because at this breakneck rate of deterioration, it will come a horizon, they’ll be no grass whatsoever on the other side. We shouldn’t permit every Tom Dick and Harry as part of a work vacation package, pay homage to Jacques Cousteau, a tranche of National Geographic photographers, leading in safari a military charge the few remaining earthly elephants or invasion of polar bears skinny dipping the subarctic circle. There’s been a clatter of bitching about how marine-land and zoo-world or is it zoo-land and marine-world have exploited wildlife to detriment and now we’ve taken this same audience, lock stock and barrel, transported all, to harass the concerned in their own enclaves. This is better? We don’t need another brick in this wall. Many of our inner-city problems are related to ownership and taking away peoples ability to be responsible for some kind of personal space or possession. How much ownership should be relegated into the hands of one person or corporation? On the one hand you wouldn’t want to abandon ambition, to lazy, on the other hand you don’t want ambition overwhelm the rights of the individual. It’s a balancing act, but important to temper with the widest scope of opportunity, to relieve the masses from oppression. I think racial discord is less severe, than financial greed. If this virus has exposed an obvious weakness that will be revisited, is density and over-population is restrictive to decent living and manifests human hardship. I’m against centralized control because it eliminates choice, options and eventually thought. We’re committing the world to globalist uniformity and turning it into one weak organism as opposed to strong separate entities, as a result, we really can’t afford to make error’s because the cancer will envelop the entire body to disease and destructive force. Not to bright, placing our fragile collective eggs in one early evolutionary basket. Woe are they who err on our behalf, should they even care. There’s nothing complex about this thinking, so it feels silly, berating.
Saw the first positive signs out of the good old U.S of A. in years, with rocket launch into space strata, instead of skirmishing, beheadings and anonymous violence, which as a liberal had never supported, beginning with the Vietnam War. “One small step for man, one giant leap for mankind”. The next intelligent step would be for them to withdraw their military forces, bringing them closer to home and let all these great nations resolve there own disputes under their preferred auspices, enhancing there own identities without interference. Also good to hit the reset button on 200+years of gratuitous industrial revolution and do a rethink of when things looked big and we looked bigger. Wouldn’t want to indulge the general public of notions prude, as I entirely support the awesome adventure of technology, mechanization, super-computers, robotics, genetics, artificial intelligence, as my prime driving concern, is the complex issue of unfettered dispersal and use, of this power. The accident of Covid-19 should serve significantly to curb our appetite for consumerism and as gateway to restructure the ways we operate, smatterings of which are already occurring. This is essential for locations on our planet that haven’t already been spoiled or ransacked or slaughtered altogether. Others will have ample opportunity in this new environment to claw their way back to pleasant. Cities are growing monuments to irrationality. We have become the infestation that needs to be culled, presumably, hopefully, humanely, as infringing expansion is a death wish and the attached lifestyle, an exercise in schizophrenia. Density contributes to mental health problems, which never quality of social work maneuvering, will resolve. It also contributes to reductions of intimacy and compassion. Cage conditions lead to violence. What’s the rush? Where are we going? Why are we so selfish? Why do we need to construct so many toilet’s in the sky, that more recently have begun to emulate self incarceration, that illogically include mortgaging ourselves, for double whammy. Bring back the good old-fashioned outhouse, please. To merely get back to a position of sanguine, to again contemplate compromise, consequence will be to create space, until we’ve gauged our motive’s in a world diseased by frightening deceptive intention. Fully believe when we get to a place of less incessant overcrowding, perturbs will resolve themselves and we can plan on maintaining equilibrium. It’s not just about us but the ground beneath our feat. You’ll not have for a moment effective human rights reforms in isolation, until you advocate to honestly arbitrate serving all living things rights. It’s tomfoolery. When we destroy what created us, we destroy ourselves. We need a complete overhaul of our current contracts, meaning that many will have to climb down from financial control positions they’ve established or been clinging to jack pot. It’s obvious from this episode that we have enough to survive without holding each other hostage. Independence from each other and a release from the tyranny of group think is paramount, and you can see our institutions disolving praying to establishing, that’s never easy. Historically Things like that lead to civil unrest or war, or global war. The one advantage the America’s have is were still a managable size. We don’t need anymore people on our continents. I find it spectacle to frequent my local food or beverage mart and the employees on behalf of management intrusively instructed, as if paupers, to shame me donating to a charity. In researching the status of clients, be they some a fraction of sum means and continue as if unaware that majority clientele are living hand to mouth, and likely worse, still have the audacity to guilt them into feeling they have fragments of energy to keep the Joneses in an accustomed lifestyle. Have we witnessed a single significant contribution handed from corporate or individual billionaire to fund a society currently in need. Now I do understand these resources are precious, to competitively keep the industrial complex afloat, peons working and molding capital, requires a skill set but can our governments refrain from panhandling our point of purchase. Spiritually speaking. We can individually determine which needy from our pittance surplus to worthy of our donate, before heading us off at the pass. These extreme’s to me are indicator’s a system out of kilter and in imminent potential collapse.
As I literally role out of bed and position my head as not to be impolite, would include my elbow, to attend an online meeting, I’m loving this, I mean I’m loving this, with absolutely no need to hurry, an accurately adjusted to perfect temperature shower, or careful shave, or look for socks, find pants, tie tie, worry about state of the son of a gun SUV, always stuck in traffic, idling for a lineup of habitual coffee and d-nuts, you can flip all this into feeling good about yourself not wasting time or gas or wear and tear, to all your resources. Just bring your brain. Sit in on a virtual meeting, where virtually nothing was really happening anyway but for exchanges of bravado to justify expected levels of gratuity, that are usually not mine. Talk about saving myself humongous amounts of tick tock. A hardy hardy LOL.
Less is more, quality over quantity, possession of worthwhile craftsmanship, instead of unlimited irrelevant trinkets and toys. redonkulous You can’t say you’ve commited to a higher education in any field and support this kind of unsustainable economics. In a pinch to travel furturess distances for specialty exceptions could be expected Turning planet earth into desolate planet mars or a gaseous cloud Jupiter is radical, very radical. Proffesorship is commonsense tutelage must include outside a specialty vaccum, instead of servicing as breeding grounds for jagged prolonged adolesence.
Curtailing the auto-mobile-motion industry is an extrodinary hit to every aspect of our economy, because the proto made for everyone tank is resposible for a percentage over 90 of all human involment and endeavor. Oils plastics lubricants steel glass aluminum copper If we innitiate a poison bullet hit on our population advantaging our computer advancement superiority, we can eliminate large volumes of waste.
Instead of physically zooming in and out of multiple nonscencial meetings pretending to be in a rush and scaterbrained about how busy you are to get to a now coronavirused cubicle, you place a cardboard cutout of your favorite bikini location and roll back into bed to listen to everyones machinations. Of course there’s always something to learn but we scaratch all the bullshit getting there. Of course you always like the smorgasborg of potential human contact to grapple with in person, but you also eliminate yourself from the control freaks that make your life uncomfortable, sometimes unbearable. You can actually be in a meeting and doing useful things that are good for you like growing food and cooking. Of course the downside in this is a removal of friction and conflict. That’s always bad for an economy that demands this inorganic lifestyle for activity.
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, …” Charles Dickens
Big Yellow Taxi—————-Joni Mitchell Woodstock————-Joni Mitchell
Carey——————————Joni Mitchell Help Me—————-Joni Mitchell
California———————–Joni Mitchell Both Sides Now—Joni Mitchell
You Turn Me On I’m A Radio—————–Joni Mitchell
Monday Monday–Mamas and The Papas California Dreamin-Mamas and The Papas
Tambourine Man—-The Byrds written by Bob Dylan Experience——-Jimmy Hendrix
Born To Be Wild—-Steppenwolf Hey Joe————-Jimmy Hendrix
Me and Bobby McGee–Janis Joplin written by Kris Kristofferson
Piece Of My Heart——Janis Joplin This Is The End—The Doors
The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down—-Joan Baez written by Robbie Robertson
The Weight—The Band Message In A Bottle——————-The Police
Signs—-The Five Man Electrical Band Here Comes The Sun——The Beatles