The Sacrifical Lambs of National Defense

Necessarily I am roused from bed and driven to the computer to escape the ill effects of yet another diesel-electric locomotive.  I am guessing it is singing the GEVO DEVO song, an asynchronous, cacophonous assemblage of disturbing electricity and sounds that emanate from an ES44ACH.  ES44ACH is a new acronym for me.  Certainly I have shouted, "Dash 9" loudly enough for the last few years.  I am not a fan of the Dash 9, mainly because it had a propensity to sit idly in the Milan Yard in Fayetteville, North Carolina.  Dash 9 is a pseudonym for C40-9W.  Seeing as we ignorant heathen Americans no longer can pronounce complete words or complete a variety of other tasks of which Gen. X was capable, we must find a pleasing nickname for otherwise deadly paraphenalia.  Tom Schuman, the keyboardist for Spyro Gyra, could write and perform an effective blues, but for it to be accepted by the crowd of belligerant drunkards attending a concert, it must be renamed "Shoe's Bloes."  (or would it be "Shue's Blues?")  I am not keen on nicknames, because nicknames sidestep reality.  A Dash 9 diesel-electric locomotive, while the most powerful freight locomotive ever designed and built, is a menacing and harmful machine to those in its ambient environment.  When I lived in Cowtown, there were homeowner associations which demanded meetings with local railroad executives, because their irresponsible actions harmed neighborhoods.  These same diesel-electric locomotives would side idling on their tracks for hours at a time spewing diesel microdust, heat, and vibration into what formerly were upstanding and equitable properties.  How is it that an upstanding and equitable property say such as VanStory Hills in Fayetteville, North Carolina becomes a graveyard?  It's the same reason that when I attended the Cumberland Country Oratorio concert last night in Holy Trinity Church a loud, disruptive, and undulating hum sound was ensconced in their sanctuary.  I knew what it was, because I have been dealing with this demon since I left Cowtown.  (Cowtown is Columbus, Ohio, and because I am not keen on nicknames I should not use this term.)  Nicknames are an effective license in expository writing, so I am taking this small liberty.  I do not disparage Columbus.  Conversely I have come to believe that this controversial urban mecca is a paradise compared to Fayetteville.  It is where I discovered the source of this demon "hum" sound.  I have a large cardboard box of 35mm photographs of the train activities in Cowtown.  I figured if I could not beat this hum (and I mean tune it out of my ears and body and compose worthy artistic music)  I should study it and further receive some enjoyment.  I did have fun trainspotting all around Columbus.  I found the Norfolk Southern Yard, the CSX-T Yard, and the former ConRail Yard all tucked neatly in between Columbus's interstate highways.  (There are many, and this is why there is slate of suspect drug crimes.)  The intersection of major interstates traveling both north and south and east and west draw such drug traffickers.  After discovering the hum, its source, and then moving away I was disillusioned to find it was everywhere.  In fact as I traveled back to Fayetteville from Columbus, it got stronger.  I pulled up into our driveway in VanStory Hills, stepped out of my Toyota Tercel wagon, and into a standing wave.  It is here most of the time, and it could come from a variety of sources.  To this day I am not sure which, other than to suggest the underground corridors at Fort Bragg house its effects.  General Electric saw privy to construct possibly the first underground hum machine.  Would genius-level engineers know that low frequency alternating current, low frequency drives, and an Insulated Gate Bipolar Transistor could cause such a stir?  The folks of Taos, New Mexico thought so, and over the course of a decade complained about this undulating hum sound until it merited its own website and a governmental inquiry.  They correctly did attribute the source of the sound to an underground conveyor belt at a Moly mine nearby.  (Moly isn't a nickname for Molybdenum, is is a shortened version of the word)  As a writing license I am using it to bring attention to this precious mineral most people don't know about.  Certainly millennials won't know about moly, because they have their heads up their iPhones.  (and other places that don't matter in the scope of American life) The internet has spawned a generation of socially maladmusted, precocious, entitled assholes.  Effectively the millennial generation almost has destroyed America.  We are not out of it yet, and personally I do not think we will emerge.  There is too much personal wealth being held offshore in Grand Cayman or Swiss bank accounts.  This money never will be reinvested in America, because the new nickname for the United States should morph into "The Rise of the Machines."  George Orwell was on the mark, and although it has taken thirty more years to achieve fascism in America, it is here.  When a value judgement must be made over human beings beset with flood catastrophe or diesel hauled rail freight, evidently the machines will win.  They are winning now.  They are winning, because the health of Americans is in jeopardy.  Always it has been, and class-action lawsuits became common as did labor unions standing up for the rights of workers.  With the millennial generation most things that have assured the longevity of man in America have become extinct.  Instead increasingly we live in a fantasy world where the term twenty trillion dollars of national debt doesn't raise an ear.  Neither does cancer caused by electromagnetic radiation, something that has been proven time and time again in government studies.  The first man, in his diligence to balance America's national debt, chose to ignore the caution of the the Federal Communication Commission, and instead chose to auction off dangerous microwave frequencies of the electromagnetic spectrum creating our now cumbersome, overwhelming, and dangerous wireless communication industry.  Never have I agreed with it, and I do not possess a cell phone.  I do not agree with placing microwave ovens atop tall towers and placing them all over the country, because any ignorant heathen could understand that global warming is not a fantasy.  Summer temperatures in North America were the hottest on record, and at this very moment in Fayetteville, where Fort Bragg-manned heavy hauling machines creep beneath the surface of the earth, we are enveloped in another record-breaking heat wave caused by diesel-electric locomotives such as the ES44ACH.  The primary difference I can deduce between a Dash 9 and this new-to-my-knowledge machine, is that the C40-9W used direct current traction motors.  Initially railroads like Norfolk/Southern chose not to buy locomotives equipped with AC traction motors.  Was it because Erskine Bowles and his fellow board members may have known that rotating electromagnetic fields traveling around our landscape was not a good idea?  Certainly the infrasound produced by a Dash 9 is not, but they were immune from the effects of processing large amounts of electrical power, cramming it into a  conductors box, and seeping it into traction motors for low speed locomotive operation.  (this is what AC traction accomplishes)  While a throbbing diesel prime mover necessarily will produce an invasive infrasonic wave that will produce all of the same effects Vladimir Gavreau studied when experimenting with forms of "non-lethal" weapons, a DC equipped diesel-electric locomotive would NOT produce low frequency alternating current.  Secondly it would not produce low frequency alternating current that escapes into our environment causing a host of problems that effect every day life.  I have studied this technology enough to understand that low frequency electricity and a rotating electromagnetic field of themselves do not produce a low frequency electromagnetic wave.  A transmitted or oscillator is needed for that.  To transmit that through the air will take an antenna of massive length, say a hundred and fifty miles possibly located in the midwest states of Illinois and Indiana.  We must ask the Ash Carter, the CEO of the pentagon or the Joint Chiefs of Staff, or the Commander of the Navy's submarines for details.  Currently we use this technology to communicate with sub's far far away and near Vladimir Putin.  With the Base Realignment Commissions work moving America's Ground Forces Command to Fayetteville, with it came a multitude of federal spending building interstate highways, underground compounds, and a more effective and powerful logistical machines that supplies the Middle East with taxpayer purchased munitions.  With all of the comings and goings of train traffic in Fayetteville, one is staying constant.  I used to perceive it floating in a cruise vessel in the middle of the Gulf of Mexico.  I was and still am in intimate contact with the butt-munching engineers responsible for moving that lever.