"In Other News"

Things are pretty bad in these times. I'm not a happy camper. Nothing specific just the accretion of all the ugly shit out there. In my case the usual early 21st century Senior Citizen sob story.

Remembering how it was where we thought we were going. Loses of family friends position responsibilities purpose. All that swell stuff. The world is now a science fiction William Burroughs Philp K. Dick Samuel Delany Three Stooges nightmare.

...and getting more interesting all the time.

The Newspaper mass shooting today sort of did it for me. The normalization of mass murder the rise of 1930's style fascism everywhere don't help. One becomes weary of the spectacle.

So I called the Suicide Hotline,...expecting to get a machine. A digitized Confessional. I figured I'd complain into some hard drive. Then tell it to go fuck itself. I'd hang up refreshed, and ready to face more shit slammed into my face.

Instead I got a human being.

Imagine my surprise. She listened as I unwound decades of chaos into her ear. Such patients. I imagine being a catholic confessor must be much the same. 

If I were one of the folks I'd just prescribe watching a few episodes of "Mayberry RFD",...google it, as a cure all penance.

Perhaps repeat viewings of the boxed sets of "Walking Dead" for any republicans.

Anyway my Confessor just listened, and made a few thoughtful comments. Her timing was impeccable. She knew her business. I'm still here. So another day another mass shooting, and #45 curses his hatred of more than half the country.

Stay Tuned.

"End Times"

As another sign of the End of Days.

A surprise Snow Storm struck a two block area of Brooklyn today.

The Mayor is hiding in the Subway. 

Trump sez we had it coming.

When reached for comment

Uncle Sidney is reported to have said, "...Holy Shit!"

"Merry X-Mass"

The Universe Explained

G-d has moved on. We didn't work out.

So the celestial Fuck Face is off somewhere trying again.

He's busy totally ass fucking some baby universe into hell.

As for us.

We got dumped in some box like a failed 5th grade science project.

Then kicked into a basement with the

other Trillion Zillion Killion Eternities he mutilated for fun.

He Date Raped Burned Gouged, 

and Drowned us in the Blood of Infants.

He Tortured us with Dreams of Hope Joy, and Love.

Then Ripped out our Hearts Eyes Cunts, and Cocks.

This just to see what would happen.

He filled our Eternity with Fire, and Nightmares.

Then got bored, and moved on.

The End

"The United States of America"

This is where we are certainly going. This is the only outcome of our visceral Tribal hatreds.

This will be our legacy. I don't see any way of avoiding a great fall. 

A great fratricidal blood-letting. 

Millions seem to actually 'want' this. 

The good as always will do little or nothing so it 'will' happen.

Something will replace us our system I have no idea what. 

However our short lived Empire is finished. 

Just a few details to attend to then over.

Still the 1950's, and part of the 60's were fun.

I lived it was there for it. I saw it with my own eyes. 

The Empire at it's height. Now the stuff of legend.

Tail-fins Doowop cheap gas color TV, and 10 cent comic books.

Our dads had jobs summer camp ice cream polio vaccines. 

For real space satellites. Beatniks integration.

Good King John was on our Throne.

It was a kind of Paradise.

A Paradise Lost.

"...darkness"

This is a very bad era for us as Americans. We despise, and hate each other on a tribal visceral level. Much as during the lead up to the Civil War the Civil Rights era, and the Vietnam War. It's everywhere. Now even in the few peaceful bubbles online. 

I just came from a flame war on a classic TV/movie site. Guess what that war flame bath was about. "Little House on the Prairie". 

Seems the author, Laura Ingalls Wilder, of the original books hated Native people. Spoke well in her private journals of their extermination. 

So her name was removed from an awards prize for literature. This ignited a Confederate statue style flame war,...neither side gave an inch. 

Hatred name calling mutual contempt. There is no shelter here from it anymore. 

We are two nations now. Locked in tribal hatreds. 

I say again we're actually fighting over "Little House on the Prairie" now. It no longer takes much to set us at each other. 

I'm too damned old, and pissed off for this dark madness.

"Uncle Harry"

"Harry Hay"

 The Ignored Founder of the "mid-20th Century Queer Movement"

Uncle Harry up there now repudiated was the founder of the third wave of 20th century Queer activism. Yeah there were two others the one before Harry was in Europe, and wiped out by the Nazis in the mid-1930's. Harry, and some very brave comrades tried again in the late 40's early 1950's.

Google him.

Later in his active life he declined to be part of the "We're just like you" Stockholm Syndrome homophile movement. 

Saying that we were Queers, and not remotely like the people that had been killing us for basically 1000's of years. 

He liked Boy Lovers, and the culture they had which he said was the oldest form of Queer Love in western, and other Queer histories. 

By the surviving record it seems they are.

For this he was finally rebuked along with Allen Ginsberg, and Hakim Bey. Who through their research came to same unwanted conclusion.

This a horror to contemporary culture that views it in 'any' form as rape, and nothing more. This is why both the Thomas Mann book, and Visconti's film of "Death in Venice" has been withdrawn, and any revival profoundly unlikely. 

This despite both once being honored as works of art. A new version of the film a producer in the know had commented in private,

"...they will not make another version of that film faithful to the book for perhaps another century."

So here we are.

"COPS"

Well meaning friends even family have wished me a "...happy pride day". Rather than be polite, and just say thanks or nothing.

I unloaded. To the point I said that this was once a life, and death struggle. 

It's now a gaudy vulgar carnival. One limited to acceptable types. 

See our new friends above/below.

These guys hunted blackmailed beat, and killed us,...remember?

I plainly said "...Fuck'em all to hell they have nothing to do with me or me with them."

My well wishers backed off in confusion,...they really didn't, and don't get it.