The Dawg Daze of Sumner

Yep, we are in it.  There is no question that this point in time, the part of the year that is the most challenging for those dwelling in the American South, is August.  Because of public shouting over Global Warming since the election of the Donald, we have had a mild summer.  That is my opinion anyway.  It has not been three months of +90 degree mercury, where one must stay inside to be cool.  Duke Energy smiles!  They must love the utility rates and especially Global  Warming.  When it is hot, you must use their energy to stay cool running Mr. Carrier's glorious invention.  In Fayettenam temperatures coincide with the war.  The underground war machine at Fort Bragg tools on.  Since the mainstream media is championing a new cold war with North Korea, it must be tense in those tents (in the field).  The guns are not blazing at the moment, but many soldiers from the 82nd Airborne have arrived overseas, first in Germany, and then on to Afghanistan and Iraq.  They are not here spending their dollars and screwing their wives.  During the l980's with Ronald Reagan, there was a respite in war activity.  It lasted until the Bush family oil regime decided to protect Kuwait from the advancing forces of Saddam Hussein.  They were an oil family you see.  It was the first television war, and we watched on CNN and C-SPAN.  I am not sure anyone knows what these networks are anymore.  Instead we watch Netflicks with a Hulu.  Things just ain't what they used to be.  I archived a wonderful PBS Irving Berlin Biography last night on the computer.  Elgato provided a nifty device that allows video capture from your VHS VCR.  That's a lot of acronyms.  The latter stands for video cassette recorder.  I don't know what VHS stands for, but it was in competition with the Betamax.  Beta and VHS were the two video types when the video boom broke.  Remember Blockbuster?  America really has changed drastically in the last decade, and I don't like it much.  I don't own a smart TV, not that I would mind having one.  I don't watch television on the computer, because I am from the old school.  I grew up partly in the Golden Age of Television.  Perhaps a bit later, but certainly television when I grew up was at a peak.  Happy Days.  I Love Lucy.  The Wild Wild West.  These shows were pioneering entertainment the likes of which we have not seen since they were bought by Time Warner and put on the shelves.  Luckily many of them are available on DVD collections, and some, probably the stars took the time to have them re-mastered, packaged, and promoted.  Every once in a while I will get the bug and buy one.  I bought the complete series of the Andy Griffith Show on DVD.  I have watched maybe two episodes, because I am not accustomed to programming my own television.  It used to be done for us to a very high degree.  It drove advertising and the cultural habits of America.  There can be no doubt that American culture ONCE highly was influenced by quality television.  Jump to today.  Newspeak is the order.  The news is laced with blatant lying, propaganda, and patronizing manipulation.  We have exactly what someone wanted.  When did this begin?  When did America, American government, and American business begin to exploit Americans rather than support them?  That is the day our Constitution was rendered impotent.  Disguise history, fail to teach, and exploit the masses.  It wreaks.  America wreaks.  I try to forget it each day I wake and continue caring for my mother, cooking, working in the yard, a dabbling in music production.  Staunchly I believe that one must live in the present, and that means being aware of world current events.  Will it be long until Mr. Trump is impeached?  We need to get on with it.  The underground war machine is rumbling at Fort Bragg.  They are loading munitions to supply all of those soldiers overseas.  When they do so the Army's locomotives run non-stop often underground.  I guess they have really good ventilation.  They have learned how to bury Ground Forces Command with help from precious Cold War installations.  If you look at Google Satellite you can see the underground installations including the ammo dumps.  Evidently they are afraid of a terrorist event, but with the largest mobile fighting force in the country, who could ever attack Fort Bragg?  It is a bit like War Games.  Generals are having fun playing war, and now The Donald is included.  I discovered last night a Gulfstream jet is based in Fayetteville.  I see it almost every day depending when I decide to venture outside into the refuse of the rumbling underground war machine.  Often it flies directly over our yard just above the tree tops within shouting distance, except that two Rolls Royce turbines drown out local sounds.  Casually I lift my middle finger into the air.  Recently when I have been watering my tomato plants after midnight, the annoying little Cessna that flies from Grannis Field to Camp McKall (I don't know that for sure), but I thought I would drop the name.  It also flies directly above the tree tops.  As I am standing watering with my hose, both of them, I have begun to give the SOS signal to the plane via my trusty Riobi flashlight.  Dot dot dot..... dot dot dot..... dot dot dot.  The pilot motors up audibly and flies away.  "No soup for you!"  No aid for a needing citizen on the ground.  If he is not aware of my situation, and it not open for communication and support, what good is he to me?  Capitalism.  He works for others, but uses my land and sky just like the railroads.  It's an Interstate Commerce Commission kind of thing.  In their charter it gives the railroads the power to fuck the populace.  I think it should be changed.  Low frequency (infrasonic) standing waves have been on our house for weeks.  At times there are more than one, and truly it is like being on the ocean at Military Ocean Terminal Sunny Point, the big motzah ball.  Huge commercial cargo ships are contracted by the Department of Defense with their 850 billion dollar budget, and carry munitions to our soldiers overseas protecting the Afghan poppy fields.  Poppy fields forever.