"...he was serious"

I don't remember if I posted the following on this particular page. I suspect dementia,...I should be so lucky.  Anyway I just came across it in my files so here it is for the first or second time. I've been musing about my broadcast years, and this came back to me.

"My latest smarty pants adventure is reading the first book, "Swann's Way", of Marcel Proust's epic triad of words, and dreams. "Remembrance of Things Past". All three books should slowly take me through the winter. I've had an off, and on relationship, like many I imagine, with these books.

It was shoved into my life in high school, and again later in my short, but world opening university life. It has hovered just out of sight with me ever since. My last involvement was during my radio career when "Watson" of "Listening with Watson" fame did a serialized reading of it."

Bill Watson was a dear friend to me. Some I hope will recall him from his classical music programs from long back in the day. A vignette. During a period of racist incidents...more than normal back in the early 1980's here in Manhattan. He offered to give me shelter at his country home if things became too dangerous in the city.

...he was serious.

He actually gave me a copy of the keys, and detailed directions if I had to leave suddenly. That was Bill. So Marcel Proust "Remembrance of Things Past" "Listening with Watson" classical music my radio life violent Jim Crow are all jelled together in "Swann's Way". Interesting how events persons works of art, and the ways of history come together in our perhaps ordinary yet still unique lives.

Btw I'm reading "Swann's Way" on "Project Gutenberg".
A wonder house of online work free to all. Google it or go here...

http://www.gutenberg.org/

"...histories"

I was on a friend's page where she said the history of our country has so much intrigue. She's in South Africa. That, and what a movie this period of our history is going to make. I replied that the thing is our history is many histories going on at the same time. From time to time one or the other comes to the fore. Right now the worst part of us is running things. In time our better Angels will restore order. With that our rational boring history will resume

"Peace"

Above is the Christmas tree I installed in the News Room.

This was the only part of that radio station

I liked working in back in the day.

The gang loved that damned tree so much

they kept it up all year for Seven Years.

I loved them guys.

Happy Holidaze Comrades if ya into that.

As for the Jebus stuff. Who the hell knows

what the hell that was all about.

All I know is we got the day off.

That, and sometimes we had a party.

That was plenty for me.

Peace.

"...paint it black"

In these evil days I've been passing the time tinkering about. Like all 12 year olds, and  the retired I'm building model kits.  I have tons of them from when I was still working. I was just too fried with work back then to ever get around to them. However now I have vast fields of absolutely nothing to do.

So I'm slamming this stuff together.

This latest done while listening to a cable music channel that only 'casts Holidaze music. I sat for many hours banging away at this thing, and heard their whole cycle. How sad is that. 'Heard their whole bleeping playlist. They re-started from scratch. The whole damned thing over.

Bleep it I just kept going.

Even at that it's only 70% done.

As you history fans know it's the "Potemkin". Yeah from the Russian movie, and 1909 revolution of the same name. Though I painted it different. Originally it was supposed to be black. Most of the Russian Imperial Navy back then was black...why who knows they're Russians.

"Art of the Deal"

Last Friday evening as I was about to post the call to Sabbath air raid siren went off. I live near an high Orthodox Jewish Temple. They're in, and have been for decades. In a Messianic Fever. Like Evangelicals they expect the Big Guy to show up any minute.

Unlike as in my former Catholic faith where we figure he'll leave us alone for a few thousand more years.

They decided to use the siren to make the point of the urgency.

There were complaints. However we settled it in the usual Brooklyn way. We had a meeting agreed we couldn't stand each other, and they turned the volume down a bit.

Same happened with the Haitians when their religious stuff went nuts for a while. We came together confirmed that we can't stand each other, and reached a compromise.

Would that the whole world would be so reasonable.

"...mail call"

Ol' "Bob the Bunny" just sent me some snaps shot of him delivering mail up in the Yukon. This for the *"Toon Reservation", and nearby settlements.

He's been flying airmail up there since late in the summer.

'Told me he needed a break from the demented madness of Brooklyn. I  
would have gone with him, but couldn't fit into the 1:16th scale P-40.    He cobbled it together in my bedroom over the last year.

                    * ( Cartoon doll puppet, and fictional characters reservation.)

Btw the 50 cal. guns in the wings are for rouge UFOs. Those deranged saucer guys that don't abide by that secret U.N. treaty. They go wild fucking up isolated towns, and such.
Shoving crap up peoples butts chopping up live stock, and using folks credit cards to buy insane shit on Amazon.

See what I mean.

"What do I Want to Be?"

Alright here's something from several years back when I was nicer. Btw I thanks to my dear comrades for their concern for my sanity. I'm working on it.

What would I be? I'd be a benign President for Life of some small Republic in the South Pacific. I'd be very hands on. I'd deliver the mail, and drive the ice cream truck.

I think I'd have a tv show too where I'd do puppet shows run old Max Fleischer cartoons chat with my shrink, and take calls from my adoring citizens.

Also our gleeful little Republic would be a refuge from persecution to anyone that could get there,...sort of like the U.S. of A. was supposed to be.

..eh, gangsters war criminals, and assorted hoodlums will be tossed back to the sharks. We're nice, but not stupid.

I think I'd wear some sort'a crown too, but that's as far as I'd take the imperial presidential drag. Okay maybe those weird Aladdin shoes that curl up at the ends. ...but that's it.

I'd have a Presidential Toy store as well.

Every Christmas, and Chanuka all the stuff would be free. There'd be complimentary spiked eggnog too.

That's our flag up there.

Btw I'd work a secret deal with them space alien saucer guys. This to keep America or it's client states from bombing the crap out of us. As we say, "We may be nice, but we ain't stupid".

"...throat"

Why are these fuck heads smiling? They just passed a horror of a national tax bill. This added more than a $Trillion$ bucks to the deficit, and robbed the middle class, and poor. Especially the poor who will pay with reduced Medicare, and Medicaid.

'But who cares.

"Are there no work houses are there no prisons." "But many would rather die than go there." If they are to die then they better do it, and reduce the surplus population." ..."A Christmas Carol".

A revolution is coming. Not sure how or which parts of the culture war will lead it, but it's coming. You can only kick a dog for so long. Then it leaps for your throat.

"Heralds of the New Age of Darkness in Europe, and America"

"...a business conversation"

Hello Uncle Sid,...yeah hi,...Don. Look what the hell's going on over there?! I just got a copy from NSA of the shit you did online. No not that Facebook crap,...who cares about that. No your real page that blog dump you got,...yeah that one.

Look I'm reading that in your comments you want to exterminate Europe. Yeah that's what you wrote. You want the Russians, and Chinese to wipe them the fuck out...slow with knives, and boiling oil, and shit. Are you nuts what are you smoking?!

What do you mean you don't fucking remember?

No don't start there were five million at my inaugural, and no I never grabbed no pussies that didn't want it. What no I ain't a racist fuck head,...hey I used them yokels to get where I am it ain't my fault they're that stupid.  Anyway your avoiding the topic.

Com'on dammit a person in your position,...I mean adored, and all. Folks think your some sort of gentle saint or some shit. However we know better don't we,...Special Forces Deep Black Ops Colonel Smith or should I say "Uncle Colonel"?

I bet your fans would love know what you did to all them villages in Central America. Threat,...who me? Look just lay off the genocide talk that's my side of the street. Yeah yeah you'll get you payoff for getting rid of them bodies from the Woman's March last January...it's working through the system.

What,...yeah the bodies from that fucking Indian thing about the pipeline too. Your a fucking maniac ya know that...you enjoys your work a little too much. Btw expect some new work coming your way regards certain potential candidates that might make trouble for us in 2018,...yeah the usual. I leave the details up to you. '...and they say I'm frigging evil.

Still lay off posting that mass death stuff. It's too far out of character, and will draw attention. Yeah I like your pre-production work for them nude girl scout videos with that commie fuck Bernie. Hell they look real as shit. You're a fucking artist.

Anyway I'll see you at the compound for the New Years North Korean nuking,...right a Merry Fuckmas to you too.