American Motive Stepford Wives

New Christine is the ES44AC.  Old Christine is the Dash 9.  New Christine is Old Christine equipped with an extended auxiliary electronics cab housing her inverter stacks.  New Christine used the GEVO temporarily as required by the EPA but then reverted back to the 7FDL-16 making New Christine old fat Christine on steroids.  Neither Christine would be possible without Hewlett Packard.  New Christine would not be possible without Nikola Tesla.  New Christine defies the traditional practices of alternating current and slows down its gait into the ELF range.  Technically while not creating low frequency electromagnetic waves, New Christine instead creates ambient transient alternating current in the low frequency range.  While it is not well known this unbridled Tesla-created energy manifests itself on our daily lives, most often in our local power grids.  Christine and her cousins can be heard creating the Taos Hum.  The Norfolk and Southern commissioned all of the Old Christines and currently with GE are transitioning all into New Christines.  Like Stepford Wives created on an assembly line by American Motive Power, Inc. in Dansville, New York, more fat Old Christines on steroids are emerging.  Do you know what happened to the Stepford Wives?  They were idealistic until a fatal feasibility study.  Harvey, Charlie, Matt, and Bill all fell from grace for eating their own cake.  AC Traction has eaten enough of American's lives. 

The Graveyard of the Infidels and "The Manufacturer"

CFM International is a joint venture between GE Aviation, a division of General Electric of the United States, and Safran Aircraft Engines (formerly known as Snecma), a division of Safran of France. The joint venture was formed to build and support the CFM56 series of turbofan engines.
The names of CFM International and the CFM56 product line are derived from the two parent companies’ commercial engine designations: GE's CF6 and Snecma's M56.


Piss and shit.  I have a headache, and it is not coming from my head.  It is coming henceforth a tunnel at Fort Bragg.  My gun is not out.  Maybe it should be.  Our military.  Miss McGillicutty.  A tunnel at Fort Bragg.  Of all the things I want to think about, it is a standing wave in my home sourced in a tunnel at Fort Bragg.  They are not too bright our military, kind of like the NRA.  You can't argue with stupid, or a suicide bomber who kills fifty plus people in A.  They really want those poppies, us and them.  Maybe I should buy an Artic Air.  Spare.  Me.  Put a frozen gel pack in a fan and B-L-O-W!  In my small shopping excursion today to buy garden supplies and groceries I saw two differing consists.  Two sets of two locomotives.  One set were antiquated 1970's technology, which translates to:  Not up to EPA Tier 4 standards.  Grandfathered in.  Pollutes like a hog farm.  Why?  Because a
GP series locomotive from the 70's or even 60's uses a TWO STROKE turbo-charged prime mover.  Great news for us.  I'll bet my left nut that they have been rebuilt by "The Manufacturer."  What the fock is "The Manufacturer?"  Ask the national television news.  In each and every reported story on the aircraft engine explosion, the reporter says, "The Manufacturer."  What significance does this have to us today?  Ask Big Brother and you will understand.  "The Manufacturer" is the Washington Lobby Machine produces for its efforts.  When an aircraft engine explodes mid flight killing a woman sitting in the plane, the designated responsibility for the death is "The Manufacturer."  The car manufacturer who tampered with computer chips to alter the emissions data of their onboard control systems in cars.... "The Manufacturer."  In this case the manufacturer was exposed and convicted of malfeasance and fined a hefty amount payable both to
Washington and state governments.  (VW) What a way to run your country, collecting fines and poppies.  America is such a disgrace, and I have a headache.  There is a tunnel at Fort Bragg less than five miles away with a consist in it.  They load munition trains down there.  Word has it they got smart enough to vent the diesel micro dust exhaust. I wonder how many soldiers or civilian contractors suffocated in this tunnel?  "The Manufacturer?"  How can any upstanding news organization gloss over such a fact?  A woman was killed and the national television news is instructed not to say the name of the manufacturer of the engine.  Are we babies?  "The Manufacturer?"  GE.  General Electric until now would boast of their massive production of aircraft engines.  They are a corporate monopoly.  When CSX-T failed to unlock a padlock and change the tracks, two Amtrack engineers were slaughtered in a head on collision.  The television news said, "The Rail Company."  Thanks to Washington lobbyists, the great American companies have morphed into shell companies operating with impunity, under the radar, and without regulation.  How wiener can a television network be, that they won't say the name of the company committing the crimes in their stories?  That is some kind of protection, and I am sober.  It sucks with a royal, newly born baby heir to the throne, suck.  There is a standing wave in my home, and I saw two different consists today.  One was the illustrious CSX-T.  Two SD-40-2's with no freight just toddling around The Ville.  The second were the two rebuilt GP's.  I'm not sure they are rebuilt, but from the conflicting summation of standing waves in 'Nam I would guess so.  GE is responsible for some of the re-builds.  Then there is the new company that absorbed EMD.  Electro Motive Division.  They have a new name, this conglomerate, and they re-build locomotives in Pennsylvania on the Ohio River.  Who cares?  I would rather get laid then have standing waves in my home.  GE built the engine that exploded killing a helpless woman, and they have not said their name on the national news.  That is some mob-like protection.  They are falling from grace rapidly like DuPont.  I intended to reinforce my thoughts this evening, and this is what came out.  The cleaning lady comes tomorrow, so we must clean up for the cleaning lady.   All I have done is yard work for weeks.  Spring almost is here, if it weren't for the unusually cold weather.  I haven't planted my tomato garden yet, and I am glad.  They will grow into November.  I am in no hurry.  The rest of the yard looks wonderful, and the pine worms keep falling.  Whatever.  It comes with the territory.  So what have I done musically to keep my sanity, Hannity?  I played a small gig, which required a lot of musical preparation.  It only was thirty minutes, but it was a heavy set list.  A few of the tunes I all ready had good sheets on.  A few I had to write out.  Almost all of them had a range of an octave and a half making it tricky to score them for female alto voice.  The rule in jazz is no screeching over the "break."  No soprano range unless it is "Summertime" from Porgy and Bess.  The gig went well, but I was paid less then half of what I was told.  That is bad business in the music biz.  Never should you ever tell someone something and pay them less.  That is the end of it.  No compromise.  Basic business.  That is why I have no desire to play music in public anymore.  So what have I done musically that is gratifying recently?  In the process of rehearsing this music, I used my newly miked Yamaha P3 piano.  I knew it recorded well, but I decided to test this particular mike set up for live performance.  The piano is not loud enough to play as is.  You must take off the front cover and bottom to be able to hear it well.  If you do, it sounds good.  This method defeats my mike set up, which relies on recording the "sound of the box."  "The Manufacturer."  GE.  Yamaha made my piano, and it is a good one.  It does not explode when you play it.  To get the good recording sound, the covers must be on enclosing the harp.  The box.  Box is good for many reasons.  I need some box, so I mike the box of the piano.  The sympathetic resonance of the strings create a rich sound often lost live.  I tried the live miking set up, about twelve feet back with the covers off.  It sounded like a grand, a rock grand at that.  It dawned on my that piano players go their entire lives without hearing what their instrument really sounds like.  @#$%^&!!!  Can you dig it?  We sit at the instrument, playing it, and yet we have no idea how it sounds to the patrons.  I didn't like it at all.  The intimate sound inside the box is much richer, so I miked it.  In preparation for the gig and during our rehearsal I used the internally mounted mikes, their accompanying DI's, and routed them through my two Roland Cube 60 keyboard amps.  It was amazing.  In stereo left and right, the piano sounded fabulous.  It was natural and resonant.  It didn't make me play better or make it easier.  That is the responsibility of the pianist, and I feel I am losing some ability.  Music must come from within, and with the political and social climate of America, we are in a dark time.  Because I love music, and can create joy if left alone.  I can't overcome "The Tunnel at Fort Bragg,"  "The Manufacturer," or "Jive."  Jive is all around us, like infidels waiting to die.  It finally has dawned on me how stupid America is.  My standards are really high, because I have studied at the doctoral level.  Whoopie.  It is natural to try to push the envelope.  If you are not, you are wasting your time.  Thelma looks pretty good, but our TV will go out anytime now.  It is raining.  That is pretty low tech in today's society.  Rain and you lose television service.  Anything is better than Spectrum.  My piano records and plays well live.  I all ready knew this, but it was good news.  Did I say the cleaning lady comes tomorrow, so we have to clean up for her?  That means I have to get up early.  Still I have a headache, because of the "Tunnel at Fort Bragg."  They are not very bright, our military.  When is the last time they did anything for the American people?  Really?  Eight hundred billion dollars for a private security force serving America's shell companies.  It is a shite state of affairs.