A Sticky Situation with Major Suckage

I wanted to start this blog entry with the phrase, "The only thing funnier than public television trying to fund drive with anachronistic music is the level of musical intelligence of the average American." I didn't have the second part of that sentence, until I typed the first part into the computer.  The only thing funnier than public television trying to fund drive with anachronistic music is a group of guys in a tunnel at Fort Bragg having sex.  President Obama has done some applaudable things during his tenure.  Repealing "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" was not one of them.  It is a sticky issue, a group of guys in a tunnel at Fort Bragg having sex with each other.  I mean it's a sticky issue, "Gays in the Military."  It seems there is a lot of homosexuality in the military.  Who knew?  I was familiar with sexual impropriety in the military.  There is a history of shenanigans.  When photographs surface of military men and women sodomizing prisoners at Guantanamo Detention Center,  well it's a sticky issue.  It's a sticky issue when Major Suckage is back at work sucking air out of my house and monitoring my speech both at the same time.  Maybe they are reliant upon one another.  Nothing could be funnier than public television trying to fund drive with the music of Frank Sinatra and the folk movement, when millennials know nothing of it.  Nothing could be funnier except Major Suckage sitting in a tunnel at Fort Bragg monitoring my conversation.  Those planes flying around with infrared sensors are not funny or sticky.  They are unconstitutional, but who is asking?  Funny is a train engineer sitting in a cab 24/7 assembling war trains headed to Sunny Point.  Am I a conspirator?  Not really.  do I like it when writing disparaging things about the rail industry invokes their wrath?  "Oh you don't like SD70MAC's?  Well try on a C40-8W for size.  If you didn't already know Norfolk Southern has rebuilt many of them into the 4,400 horse power version.  Now they use AC traction motors.  With these come power inverters what produce the infrasonic pollution I so love.  Train engineers are not very bright, but neither is the rest of America.  I, after working on my doctorate of music composition, lost track of American education.  I lost track after spending twelve years abroad working in the leisure industry.  Coming back to America is like Deliverance.  "Soo wee, boy.  Better take them panties off."  It is frightening, the level of intelligence of America, but I am beginning to understand.  I'm not sure if the meek will inherit the earth.  The earth already is doomed, so I'm ready to move on.  Trouble is Major Suckage will find you anywhere.  Successfully I hid in the Mexican Riviera for a while.  The Rocky Mountains eventually did well at keeping Major Suckage's surveillance to a minimum.  It was amusing when sitting in the belly of a huge cruise ship, I could feel him lurking.  Once I heard my next-door-neighbor ask his wife in bed, "Did you feel that?"  I was at least a thousand miles away, but that is a node point in Fayettenam.  We have CSX-T to thank for that.  They service Fort Junction.  It's a sticky business, sex in a tunnel.  Then again President Obama repealed, "Don't Ask, Don't Tell," so soldiers can go clubbing like a seventeen year old and won't pay a price, at least with their jobs.  If it's anything like the cruise industry (close quarters) it would be like spearing salmon in a tank.  I had a roommate once who upon waking was thinking of non other than how he could have anal sex with a pretty boy dancer by the end of the day.  UNC-Chapel Hill committed academic fraud to ensure student athletes would be eligible to play sports.  Now PBS has donned their Barney Fife bow ties and is attempting to raise money for public television.  It is not working, because millennials know nothing of this by gone era.  Bill Friday is dead, and that is a grievous loss.  His integrity drove the university system.  Now we have fake African-American studies courses.  Now Major Suckage is in some sticky fluid at Fort Bragg.