Mum is the Word

I have been sitting around waiting for the doldrums to pass.  Regularly my personal surveillance aircraft passes overhead.  It was in the news recently although not front page, that thousands of troops amassed at Fort Bragg are ready to deploy.  This is the hum drum.  Quick Response.  North Korea is firing missiles into the Japan Sea.  Shaking the tree.  That is what is happening.  I am sitting around on a Sunday afternoon trying to recuperate from an abdominal illness, and I am listening to trains.  All day.  That's what they do in Fayetteville on Sundays.  I took down some of my recent posts, because I am tired of being punished by the oligarchy.  It is easy, when they know you are bothered by something, to push your buttons or make your life more difficult.  This is not an ethical procedure, but then again just because an American corporation is in the Fortune 500 does not mean they are ethical.  One particular company regularly breaks their own power axle rule, but who cares about that?  They also try to hide their boisterous money-making activity from the public under the cover of nightfall.  People die, and more people are dying.  It gets worse.  (I have to go see a medical professional tomorrow)  I would rather them follow safety procedures and blow the horn at grade crossings.  Then you would know there is a 180 car freight train nearby.  Instead they cruise through with as little fanfare as possible.  People die.  In Alabama a tourist bus full of older people became stuck on the tracks.  These things happen.  People died and were hurt, most of them.  I am tired of being surrounded by bad behavior, ignorance, and greed.  America is regressing at an alarming rate, and I sit here on a Sunday afternoon trying not to hurt, trying not to worry about my health, and feelings trains in my bed.  I almost have them figured out, the ones that cause me physical discomfort and the ones that are tolerable.  I am not sure about the juice train.  I have been saying it since the inception of AC traction.  Spilling low frequency alternating current into the environment (flashover) is not good.  Since Fort Bragg has been at a state of readiness (almost two weeks) my home is filled with electricity of all varieties.  It is unpleasant to work in my music studio.  I have all kinds of physiological symptoms related to magnetism and electricity.  Truly it is an age of electricity but in no way good for our earth.  I have thought about wrapping our attic in foil.  (Seems paranoid)  A metal roof would go a long way in reflecting RF energy from the environment, which is great.  At 4:30 a.m. jets are flying over the tree line of our back yard.  The activity is teeming, and I am ready for it to subside.  Patience is a virtue, if you don't die first.