Life is good when calling the ducks to shelter is the high point of your day - don’t believe me, try it yourself. So the lullaby begins and our covid weary planet rests its head to a troubled sleep while the barely concealed ignorance of fear-fueled hatred crawls back under the nearest solid squalor to fashion pustules of fetid rancor to maim and wither limbs until the pertro-nazi-borg can install pre-singularity-android responsive limbs to the pathetic zombies of socially engineered hate-wraiths wandering without a Corporate North Star to guide their mincing, but resolute Goose Steps to the next “Reichstag Fire” - Fuck you Mr. Buffett, i’m sure you’re a very nice-a-guy, but fuck you for your cowardly comedy japing for your Omaha homies about your “ah shucks, t’weren’t all that” shuck and jive. I’ve seen orphan artists on the streets of Oaxaca with more game than you proclaim.
But this is now: “A time of healing; reconciliation and good-deed-doing, while the same capital hoarded in off-shore mountains of money destroying a planet for the enrichment of a handful continues, just without the constant, “ WE’RE DOING YOU - AND THERE’S FUCK ALL YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT” trilling on Twitter, because now the voice you hear is a DNC sponsored “public utility in service of humanity” - ¿right? ·
The challenge remains, how to guide old people to safety where young people can hear them recount a life prior to the “screen.” There have been 11 storms directly across the coast i live on in the past 6 weeks; logic dictates this exacerbated pattern will increase in the years to come and all the well wishing of visionary foreign investment, nor sand-bagging grit of a DNA strand born of heinous ecological cruelty of the gene pool, nor simple common decency born of an enlarged world view by an enthusiastic but “experience vs blog” bonus points based consideration of human growth for our species remains no more than a petri-dish of social engineering bullet-points in some too, too smarmy swarm of “ideation” by a class of techno-nobility long since rendered flaccid and effete by their own hubris.
It would seem as my fingers fly searching for meaning in a world that would entertain d._rump attempting to dismantle eons of democratic tradition while covid_19 choked the larynx of weak and muted windpipes worldwide - the minions of order and profit are guiding us most benevolently to a comfortable demise depending on our own particular brand of ecological or religious torment slated for the “excitement” channel at that date and time for perfect “social engineering” keystroke-campture-impact. Laugh if you must - i just witnessed 4 years of naked aggression by a “water boy” for the ‘shot caller’ of the ruling class who doesn’t apparently possess cajones sufficient to say for the record ¿“t’was i who murdered the conceit of your democracy; whaddya gonna do - sue me?”
I’d like to sue, but without class action revenues on deposit, the shyster lawyers, i bounced elbows with in the Superior Courthouse of Los Angeles won’t even acknowledge that dead-people’s money is sacred; how the fuck am i going get them to acknowledge $gazillions of potential revenue for fraud claims against ‘merican nazi potentates not yet charged, much less dislodged from the “Department of Justice.” SCOTUS fumigation alone won’t begin until January, much less arraignments and due dates for the plaintiffs. ‘Remember, technology is wise and way ahead of the curve, so if you have questions about whether your grandchild’s tumor is “Agro, or Petro” in nature, consult your MAGA representative in the nearest just-moved-Boutique-Business site Mini-Mall-in-Default whose electric bills reflect a 24-hour shredder having bee recently actively destroying records.
jts 07/11/2020
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