Poltergeist and Sheets of Sound

I dare not play music in my den at night, because it upsets the poltergeist.  Not everyone in a now-becoming predominantly military influenced town revels in the 5:00 a.m. bugle.  That includes the long dead, Russian/Jewish immigrant, American composer Irving Berlin.  He did not enjoy his short stint the army, but he made the best of it by writing songs and eventually penning a full length musical replete with a cameo singing, "Oh, How I Hate to Get Up in the Morning!"  It included the annoying bugle call, "Reveille."  Not everyone in a military town works for the government.  Most of the people in America now work for that government, and that is called Socialism.  There is not a publicly-owned means of production.  Mostly the lives of Americans have been reduced to modern slavery.  I say this because most of us aren't breaking even.  We, as a nation and middle and lower classes, are going into the hole.  The elite rich are disconnected from this reality and continue to live in their billionaire bubbles robbing the poor of just a meager existence.  Inasmuch as it feels necessary I do not relish the thought of playing Robin Hood or becoming a terrorist the last chapters in my life.  It would seem it is needed.  Corporations and the rich need to pay their fair share of income taxes.  If they did the exorbitant tax on alcohol and gasoline could be lowered.  We are funding Washington with half of the price for these precious liquids.  It is atrocious.  All of the wealth, from the words of Barack Obama, has been accumulated to an elite few.  Wasn't Covid convenient?  Mr. Bezos all ready was set up to supply most of our goods.  It didn't take a lot for him to shift his Amazon into overdrive.  Then the delivery services emerged charging us high surcharges to deliver cooked food to our homes.  Both things almost decimated the tradition and efficiency of brick and mortar stores.  American retail has not recovered, and it is unpleasant as ever.  We have lost faith in America and our fellow man, and life is hell.  Why is it that we can hear each other?  Everyone is connected together by huge sheets of sound, and they are not spilling from John Coltrane's bell.  They come from rail.  They come from afar.  They are near.  They are transient.  They are intertwined in the American infrastructure like the root network of a bamboo forest.  I would say this network in its anonymity and stealth is the perfect medium for smuggling contraband.  No one knows what's on the trains, and they relish their noncompliance with any type of regulation.  They are free, free to ship fentanyl in containers all over the country.  Sheets of sound produced from locomotives connect us all together against our will.  What could be more unconstitutional than that?  Shattering the concept of personal privacy for everyone, so rail can pay shareholders?  Rail is like Amazon.  It has become a corporate monopoly, but Washington looks the other way.  If they paid their fair share of taxes, America would not be in this state.  We might live again.