Vast Barren Wasteland

Quietly the news subsides.  Record breaking high temperatures in Fayetteville receive nothing from local news broadcasts, because their news like everyone's is bought and paid for like the Associated Press.  Bill Bowman did an authoritative article on the  Fayetteville Observer.  I need to read it again.  His publication is the Up and Coming.  Folks in "The Ville" (Da Ville) thought it would never fly, but it sprouted wings and has become better rag journalism than the Observer.  I think the Observer is capable, but their veteran writers are fleeing.  (or else they are being let go)  They publish my Letters to the Editor, and I am grateful.  I don't like the assembly line news they publish chosen by a mother company that owns seven hundred other newspapers.  Certainly Big Brother or their shell company owners tell them what to print.  How can record breaking high temperatures not make the news?  2017 was the hottest year on record, and 2018 will surpass its record.  Global Warming is nothing other than man run awry with capitalist industry.  There is no greater example than Da Ville.  Da Bragg, and it is nothing to Bragg about.  Record breaking heat.  Eighty degrees Fahrenheit in February, and not one news broadcast has anything to say about it other than casual chuckles and jokes about an early Spring.  I must digress.  Our plants are so confused, the entire yard is blooming in February.  When the cold snap hits again, and usually snow during the first weekend in April, the foliage will get damaged by the freeze.  Their what should be pretty green leaves will be marked with brown for the rest of the Spring and Summer.  Last year was not a good year for hydrangeas.  The year before was.  Last year they were damaged by the late freeze after record breaking high temperatures caused by carbon emissions.  Trump covertly has unzipped the fly of the EPA and exposed its taint.  Taint doing nothing.  Jeff Sessions, our Attorney General, has made it a life long career of suing the EPA.  Why is he our Attorney General?  Al Gore's attorney, the one that represented him in the Florida court case against W., (and they lost) has filed suit for infractions in our Electoral Colleges.  They are controlled by individual states, and they are being manipulated just like voting districts.  Legal representatives of Chemours are using the courts and politics to try and slide their carcinogenic emissions under the rug.  The EPA has not designated Gen X as a known carcinogen.  Republicans are so adept at manipulating the courts with our laws.  Congressmen write the flawed legislation with back doors cemented in.  The Republicans slide in those back doors on the down low before anyone knows what is happening.  Duke Energy is trying to slide out of their responsibility to clean up their own coal ash.  Why have they not been doing this all along?  It is because Bill and W. have eased regulations on industry.  The Donald, with his pasty, emotional, defeated self lies straight to the American people.  A pathological liar, our president.  Not President.  They are such amateurs.  At least Ronnie was a professional actor.  The fine for Duke energy also was a record breaking high.  One hundred million, and quietly Governor McCrory decreased it to less than two million.  I shouldn't criticize our FEMA Director.  They committed to reimbursing Fayetteville for hurricane damage.  Our dam, Mirror Lake, is owned by the city of Fayetteville.  They are responsible for rebuilding it.  FEMA consented to pay for it, but that meant a two year waiting period for the money.  The Donald diverted our hurricane relief money, because Houston and Puerto Rico took precedence.  Okay.  Our dam still has not been rebuilt one year and four months later, but a thirty million dollar baseball stadium is being built in our downtown.  They really need to sell those over-priced condos.  Our dam sits in decay as the street threatens to collapse.  One more strong Spring storm and it will disintegrate.  The spillway is still in tact.  I remember when they rebuilt it.  It is a strong concrete affair.  It still works, but the dirt washed out from under the street behind it.  The City Manager says it has to be torn down and completely rebuilt to FEMA standards.  What's the hold up?  On the agenda for the City Council and Mitch Colvin is not our dam.  The streets of Greenwood homes are smooth and wide, freshly paved and beautiful.  Vanstory Hills?  Westchester Drive is laden with pot holes so deep your car suspension jolts your kidneys out of your back.  I have a chest infection but no antibiotics.   You can score heroin, crack, or tea on the street, but I can't find a doctor who seems to understand medicine.  The downside is the United States is the world's leading economy but the world's biggest shit hole.  A vast barren wasteland of toxic emissions, but the money rolls in. 

Flank

So you huge douche bag.  Whether you be a surveillance engineer, via hob nob satellite bratalite, an Army plebe stuck in a funnel, a munnel, at the Bunnell, a fag in a hag Army private in a tunnel at Fort Fag Hag, a CXS-T schmindimeer, a fulkaney, a Dulkaeny, a puse a laney, a Dandy.  Alot of them around.  Dandies.  Dandilions.  Fock off you buse toff.  Listen.  Listen, and hear.  Me.  I hear you.  Your buse oft.  Your noise.  Your huddled masses, flem bashes, seeking to empower ISIS.  (not)  The NRA, the huddle masses of rich, white, weak, limp-dicked old men with money.  Afraid and scaring old women.  Listen to me, you cheese winded fock, weak fart jack hag. M.f.  Get out of town, M.f.  Maynard Ferguson.  Jim Ferguson.  Dimm Simmerson.  Dank, on the wank.  When I find toi.  Moi, will?  Thwart, your wart on your dak.  Shack. 

Ain't LIfe Grand in Fayettenam?

I sit in my room, I sit on a shelf, like an elf.  Delphi.  Smelt.  Smells like fish.  Smells like rendering animal fat.  Smells like cat chow.  Funk, and not the good kind.  Smells.  I sit in my room, and it hovers all around me.  Funk.  Electrical funk.  Acoustical funk.  Not the good kind.  For the period of one month, funk, for the period of one month, we, the underprivileged are inundated with funk.  Electrical funk.  I have not been able to work in my home recording studio because of the funk.  I call it the Fayetteville death ray.  It is on right now.  The first time I experienced the Fayetteville death ray I lived in Cow Town.  (Columbus, OH)  Ohio I say.  I lived five hundred miles up the road in the Midwest, but I could feel the Fayetteville death ray as clear as a bell.  (That doesn't make sense, but neither does the world in which we live today)  I could feel the Fayetteville death ray.  I was evicted from my apartment for threatening my neighbors.  First when I moved in the maintenance crew did not torque down the sink trap.  I bumped it with my popcorn bowl, and it moved just enough to allow the water from my sink drain to pour underneath the unit.  Straight through the cabinet floor underneath the unit.  In a week or so that rogue water accomplished something.  I don't know exactly where it went, but suddenly the subflooring of this apartment came loose.  Now when I walked inside there was play in my floor.  It was like a trampoline.  The inside floor of my apartment was a trampoline, and now when my neighbors walked around my floor moved.  I'll repeat that.  When my neighbors walked around next door, my floor moved up and down.  It made me sick, and I wrote them a letter asking them if they could take it easy.  They were not sympathetic.  They did not understand that water had been flowing from my sink to the underneath part of my apartment for over a week.  Where was that water going?  I complained to the management, and they came and went into the crawlspace.  Clearly I heard them say, "He has a leak."  Then promptly they boarded up that same crawlspace, so no one else could take a look.  The denied any damage to the subfloor.  It was a gymnastic event, living on a giant trampoline with three people next door competing.  I've never felt so sick.  I complained to no avail.  They denied any damage, so I put the rent in an escrow account downtown.  This did not go over well.  Before the apartment manager could get her rent, they had to attempt to make a repair to the floor.  They did not.  Instead she evicted me and turned me over to the FABCO collection agency.  She also gave my personal information to a telemarketing company, so the junk mail just began flowing.  It took a while, but I used Legal Aid.  They negotiated a bargain with FABCO, and got her request $1,400.00 down to $400.00.  Promptly I paid the debt.  It now was reasonable.  She had trumped up the fees including replacing linoleum in the kitchen where my piano's wheels had made ruts.  I asked her first if it were okay to have an acoustic piano.  She said yes.  I drove all the way, five hundred some odd miles, to Fayettenam  all the while getting closer to the source of my disturbance.  While my subfloor was damaged by the water and possibly cracked, there was another element at play.  It was the Fayetteville Death Ray.  When I pulled up in our driveway, opened the door of my Toyota Tercel wagon, and stepped onto our asphalt driveway there it was.  The Fayetteville Death Ray, not to be confused with Jeff Ray who was a guitarist who attended OSU when I was there working on my doctorate.  Jeffy was hit and killed by an Amtrack train while taking promotional photos for his music career.  Jeff was killed by an oncoming Amtrack train.  How could they not hear this train?  A passenger train traveling over sixty miles and hour, and they didn't have time to get out of the way.  Damn.  Poor Jeffy.  I instinctively knew he would not live long.  I knew it when I met him at OSU.  Jeff would not live long.  He would die tragically, and he did.  It is a tragedy.  I stepped onto our driveway, and I could feel my movement reciprocated in the air.  The air in Fayetteville was pressurized to a point of being animated, only it wasn't.  It wasn't animated.  It was not cartoonish and happy.  It was alive, moving, and angry.  If I pushed on it, it pushed back.  Later I discovered these are the properties of "Standing Waves."  RADAR is a standing electromagnetic wave.  Instead of dissipating into the air they stand.  Acoustic standing waves are created in a variety of ways, and often if there is a reported haunting it is because of an acoustical standing wave.  Standing waves mostly are low frequency, because they have much longer wavelengths and move more air.  Below twenty hertz they become sound pressure rather than audible sound.  Vic Tandy can tell you a thing or two about standing waves.  He has studied them.  Later I came to understand what causes this pressurization in our air.  We are lucky to be at the crossroads.  It's too bad I can't strike a deal with the devil and find success in the music business.  Instead at our crossroads we are at a common point for multiple rail freight yards.  Yahoo!  (and not the internet kind)   Multiple rail freight yards.  How, you say, is that possible in the burgeoning megalopolis of Fayettenam?  Easiest answer?  BRAC.  Previously before BRAC there was Bush.  What's worse, BRAC or Bush?  They are about the same.  Bush Sr. invaded Panama back in say 1989?  This is when I became depressed for the first time.  I was living in Columbia, South Carolina.  I no longer was working for the university in their music department, and I was living a Park Place Apartments.  For some unknown reason my mind and my senses shut down rendering me helpless.  After many years of trying and exploration, it only was a few months ago I connected Bush Sr.'s invasion of Panama with my depression.  Able American fighting forces mobilized and descended upon Panama from all directions.  It must of been something.  All of these American military bases bugging out to harass Manuel Noriega, who died only recently about the same time my father passed.  It is fitting I guess.  My depression was from low frequency sound previously that did not exist.  My tuned, sensitive, and artistic inclinations using sound in music were being bombarded by the war chants of Bush Sr.'s invasion of Panama.  AC traction had just come into existence in the railroad industry, and rest assuredly they were going to use it to haul all that military might around the world.  Still they are doing it, and it all originates at Military Ocean Terminal Sunny Point south of Wilmington, North Carolina.  Here in little old Fayettenam we are lucky to be in the cross hairs of multiple rail freight yards.  What you say?  How is that possible?  Multiple rail freight yards?  1.  Honeycutt Marshalling Yard, Fort Bragg.  (Their mainline runs underneath Gruber Rd., where they have built multiple loading ramps to be able to load munitions on the down low.  These are in buildings and go underground to the tracks hidden below Gruber Rd.)  Please correct me if I am wrong.  With BRAC came Ground Forces Command and a plethora of other high profile military commands.  Shit is coming and going 24/7, especially since our Army is a privatized security force for corporate America.  Ask Cheney.  Along with those underground ammo dumps, I'm sure there are a handful of nukes sitting in silos.  All in all it has become a high profile establishment, and little old us are of no consequence.  Who cares if they load trains 24/7 with heavy haul AC traction locomotives, like the Taos Hum transmit low frequency sound and vibration through the ground.  We are so grateful for such a thing.  That is just number one.  2.  DAK Americas.  CSX-T hauls out their polyresin supplies, and evidently N/S switches them.  My Google Maps shows a Norfolk Southern locomotive sitting in their freight yard.  I would wager my left testicle that that old hunk of junk has been rebuilt to AC.  3.  River Terminal.  This is the Aberdeen and Rockfish's piece of cake.  I always ask the question why a shortline railroads engine house is in Aberdeen, but they drive those antiquated rust buckets to our fair town to do their business.  Whore?  10:45 A.M.  Used to be their engineers would blow that infernal annoying horn.  It toddles past our neighborhood, a two stroke turbo-charged outdated diesel engine, to the N/S switching yard on Russell Street.  It is unmistakable, the vibration of this machine.  Always I have said it is like sleeping on the hood of a running eighteen wheeler.  We are so lucky to have this each and every day, an A/R locomotive or two freely roaming around Fayetteville.  Then they drive back to Southern Pines to bed down for the day.  They drive to Fayettenam to do their work, then drive back to Aberdeen.  Convenient set up, huh?  Isn't that nice.  I'm sure Pinehurst appreciates it as well.  Do you're dirty work in "The Ville" and come back to a golfing community to rest.  3.  CSX-T Milan Yard.  They have been putting trains together continuously for one month.  The engines run all night, sitting, idling, just the way Hunter Harrison would have wanted.  That's four, right?  Four discreet railyards, and what is the bonus prize?  If I take a scale and measure the distance to each of these railyards on a Google map, what is the result?  1., 2., 3., and 4. all are about the same distance from our crossroads.  Five miles.  You could have not achieved a better triangulation in high school geometry class.  Assault from all side, north, east, and south.  What's on the west side?  The Normandy Drop Zone.  Ain't life grand, in Fayettenam? 

The Rise of Communism In America

Never consciously had I disliked North Carolina, until my graduation day from UNC- Chapel Hill.  I just completed the most rigorous, taxing, and enlightening four years of my life completing a Bachelor of Music Education degree.  When I stepped off the stage I was offered $17,500.00 a year to teach in North Carolina's public schools.  Nothing has changed.  Our state is one of the nation's bottom five for the lowest teacher's salaries.  Why would I consider this token job in 1985, after spending four years in one of the countries best universities?  I was insulted.  Consequently never have I taught in the North Carolina public school system.  Both of my parents did, and as Baby Boomers their chosen teaching careers were rewarded greatly.  America was different then.  We all know that.  It is drastic how much America has changed.  It is politics, not the American Dream, American stamina, American spirit, or our Founding Fathers.  Politics, the system of negotiation our elected officials use to govern our nation, has failed.  It has failed, because the lobbying industry has become so strong they either bully, coerce, tempt, or bribe our elected officials with money.  Lobbying from corporate America in our private sector governs America in complete abandonment of how the Founding Fathers intended.  Does this corporate-controlled government adhere to the United States Constitution?  They could not continue to govern if they did not, but rest assured the allegiance to our nation's charters is not what it once was.  Times have changed, our economy has changed, and our priorities have changed.  Whether they abide by our Constitution is not the foremost issue.  The foremost issue is that our elected officials, including the President elected by an Electoral College, do not represent the interests of America's citizens.  While close, three million Americans chose Hillary Clinton to be our new President?  How was Donald Trump elected?  This question never has been raised.  What is an Electoral College, and who are these individuals?  Why do they get to make the decision who is the President of the United States?  What good is a popular vote if it is not used to choose the President?  George W. Bush defeated Al Gore in the Florida court system.  I do not think he won, but Al Gore choose to concede thinking he was doing the appropriate thing.  He had too much dignity to continue the fight.  Consequently since George W. Bush's election, the country drastically has declined in every way possible.  It is almost as if God is baiting the American people to revolt.  Both Russia and France revolted against their governments.  Will we?  Since the Bush family inhabited our White House, things have gone awry.  Oil men it would seem have no interest in representing the interests of common Americans.  They are interested in making money from oil.  Dick Cheney would not allow a Muslim dictator to control a large percentage of the world's oil market, and now we have America's longest war.  We are still attempting to clean up the Bush mess.  Not many months ago our Congress created an eight hundred billion dollar slush fund for America's military.  This was not part of Donald Trumps fiscal budget, which he recently submitted.  Since 9/11what have we seen our military do?  They are attempting to clean up the Bush mess.  We attacked a foreign country under false pretenses, utterly destroyed their country by bombing their infrastructure, and left our military equipment there to fuel the formation of the most deadly terrorist cell in American history.  ISIS was created by George W. Bush, and today our American military is employed not to serve us, but to clean up W.'s mess.  If we were to utilize our military, a well-paid, in shape, trained fighting force to rebuild America's infrastructure, we would be smart.  Instead as America often has done, we spend America's money on War Economy.  This is what we have today.  There is no other economy, because Bill Clinton forged the path of Globalization at the behest of Corporate America and Wall Street.  Globalization is what wounded America, and we will not recover.  Never will America's economy recover when corporations will pay foreign labor forces a fraction of the needed salary to live in America.  Americans have been forced into poverty, and it will not be long before we are back in slavery again.  Since the day I graduated from UNC-Chapel Hill, that is what is has felt like to me.  There is a simple remedy.  Cow tow to the man, submit, don't make waves and they will hire you.  Be American, free, strong, and independent, and you will be unemployed.  In my four strenuous years at UNC I never learned this.  No one ever told me that you had to be subservient to be employed in America.  No one ever told me that I had to live in the "little black box," the box held by the rich, the mafia, corporate America, and now our government.  I was naive enough to think that if you adhered to Christian principals, abided by the Ten Commandment, and worked hard you would be rewarded.  The way America has rewarded me is by making my chosen vocation irrelevant.  In recent years our great American values, values which built and grew this nation, have been discarded.  The grassroots professions, skills, and services that built America no longer are deemed valuable.  Agriculture, textiles, furniture, the arts, and other humanity-based professions have been become extinct en lieu of cheap foreign-made crap.  My profession, the professional music industry, is thought should be free.  An industry which was an integral component of the twentieth century, the music industry and its appreciation of quality music, has been deemed unimportant.  Thus the values associated with quality music, a quality life, have been usurped.  Instead we rely upon instant gratification from addictive technology allowing Americans to be controlled like drones.  I tried Distro Kid.  I posted five of my original music projects in internet stores.  What all ready has been understood by mainstream musical artists was true.  Spotify, Rhapsody, Apple Music, and the rest think that our music is worth only a minute fraction of what it should be.  They want to play our music for their own gain for free.  Musical artists other than the small handful of produced bought-and-paid-for pop stars have no opportunity ever to see financial gain from their craft.  That is what I see each day when I wake, a nation, a state, that wants to pay me nothing to teach our young people, and an economy which thinks my artistic renderings should be free sacrifices to the graven images of the modern American economy.  Then there is this NRA.  There are special interest groups, but this NRA defies any logic.  The same groups of grassroot Americans who believe in militias and prepare for the end are not represented by this special interest group.  It is a ruse.  There is no logic to a "civil rights" organization that feels military weaponry should be made available to common people.  What kind of training has the populace received to be able to handle assault rifles?  When I try to discern who this group is, this NRA, I have no answer.  In light of mass shooting after shooting after shooting on our home soil, still a civil rights organization thinks military weaponry should be available to the populace.  Are any of these people, the elite businessmen who created and fund the NRA going to pick up a weapon and hold a post?  Are they going to sit on that wall?  The answer is "No."  The availability of assault weapons is not a literal right.  It is a figurative right, a right that extremists use to fight abstract, propagandistic, wars of attrition.  It is a small group of weak, afraid, Caucasian men who want to rule the world at all cost.  They are Hitler, they are Lenin and Stalin, and they are Mussolini.  As I have reiterated time and time again, extreme terrorism all ready has been in mainstream America for years.  It has become our American government.  Our military is a private paid fighting force used to secure the interests of these men.  These interests are the natural resources of the Middle East.  That is why we still are fighting America's longest war. 

N.C. on My Dumb Ass Mind

The reason why North Carolina is hot in February, Feb. 11 to be exact, 70+ degrees in the middle of winter, splinter, schinter, Global Warming, forming is the Motza Ball.  Military Ocean Terminal Sunny Point.  Doink.  Joint.  No point.  The MOTZA ball.  Hall.  Haul ass out of N.C.  D.C.  She for me.  Dee pee dee.  Mime.  Rhyme.  N.C. is hot in winter, not because of a splinter, but because military trains, reins, Gaines, are fraining the membrane, "Mop!", flop on the dop, MOTSU is loading shite on the kike.  Dyke on the kyke, heard the hype?  Military Ocean Terminal Sunny Point is loading munitions from trains and trucks to cargo ships, amuck.  Heat, heat, and not petite.  Heat that surges from the murges, right up the Cape Fear River Valley, to Fayettenam.  Heat.  Heat.  Not Petitie.  Ripe.  Precise.  Not concise.  Hot in Feb.  No debs.  Debutante.  Not!  Rot.  Golden pussy.  Lick it before  you stick it.  Halt!  Grammephone.  Damn, it's the phone.  Global farming, and warming.  No one questions, we just gesture.  No conspiracy.  Just lunacy.  Heat in Feb.  No Debs.  Summer in winter, Mother Nature will splinter.  Soon, to boon, to Mar, Del Mar.  It's too hot for February.  MOTSU ball is causing the fall.  Ships and trips, locos and docos, Datsun, defunct....   It's too hot.  Humidity coming fromt the Atlantic, right up the Cape Fear river basin.  Military Ocean Terminal Sunny Point.  Joint.  Smoke. Weed.  Need to be held accountable...  The U.S. Military, takes 800 Billion, people are dying.  No denying.  Trump is Gump, but Gump was intelligent.  Gent he's not.  Know.  Dot  Frot.  Frog.  Mo Hog.  Dawg.  Heat is going to kill Earth.  Not so many years left.   Better make you peace with The Creator.  God knows it.  But we have to live in it.  Word.

Disrespect Fayetteville

In 1978 my family purchased a home in Vanstory Hills.  My parents worked their entire lives to be able to afford this home.  "BRAC" and a handful of oligarchical businessmen have disrespected our neighborhood and continue to lower our property values.  As investors attempt to improve the image of Fayetteville with downtown development and urban sprawl, citizens continue to leave Cumberland County.  Crime has risen to a critical point, soldiers are moving to Pinehurst, and Vanstory struggles to survive.  Mirror Lake Drive has been closed for over a year inconveniencing neighbors and congesting traffic.  Vanstory unknowingly has become Miramar.   Flight paths to Grannis Field have been changed, and BRAC has made Fort Bragg the largest military base in the country.  Air traffic strafes our neighborhood continuously.  Low flying aircraft above the tree line spew allergens that continue to make our eyes burn inside our homes.  We cannot open the windows, and the toxic jet wash is killing our foliage.  Our neighborhood has become expendable for the good of BRAC and the wealth of local industry.  DAK, Cargill, Chemours, Valley Proteins, Hexion, Fayetteville Block, and Goodyear are priorities for CSX-T.  PWC is overcharging customers, and Duke Energy demands users pay for the clean up of their coal ash.  Never has such a community including the Gold Coast, Skye Drive, Vanstory Hills, and Huntington Park been treated so poorly.  My father is turning over in his grave. 

The Shape of Shite

I'm in no mood to write lucidly.  I don't know if I can form a coherent statement, but I am hot, aggravated, and tired of the Fayettevillle "Death Ray."  Others I see around me look similar.  Their eyes are taxed, their emotions wrought, and their demeanor one of survival.  Fayetteville is HOT, hot from its "Death Ray."  How is it possible that it can be 65 degrees one day and 11 the next?  How could have Mother Nature run so awry that she cannot control her temperature?  How do the plants know when to bloom, when to pollinate, and when to go dormant, when the temperatures are all over the place.  Ask Trump.  Ask Guillermo Del Toro, the director of "The Shape of Water."  How can you include every revolting sexist stereotype in a film and have it be revered by the masses, nominated for awards, and heralded as art?  Rapidly I am learning about Trump America, white America, elitist America where everyone seems to believe everyone should own a Negro.  How could one not be revolted at the sexist behavior in "The Shape of Water?"  "I still have my thumb, my trigger finger, and my pussy finger?"  "Why am I interviewing the people that swab the piss, and the shit?"  That the New York Times or the Washington Post can say this is a wonderful film, a dreamy, clever homage to American cinema?  The embodiment of white supremacist America by a Mexican director, surely he has danced for his supper and the plantation owners are clapping.  "Bring me another nigger to dance for me!"  "The Shape of Water" is worse than a Beanarritu bought and paid for DeCaprio Emmy.  Repugnant characters, stereotypical Little Rascal cameos, and racists undertones.  Was it a satire?  Was it a parody?  For the New York Times and the Washington Post to sing its praises so highly, it only could have been.  Who would laugh at Fascism on the screen?  Those ignorant enough not to understand it gross implications?  Trump America?  Yes Indeed.  If The Academy saw fit to reward the most amateurish soundtrack of 2017 to "La La Land" (and it is no surprise seeing its competition), then this vote paved the way for the most ridiculous, cheesiest, and infuriating film in years.  "La La Land" was insulting, with its cruise ship musical score and amateur production.  Maybe it had a story, but Del Toro's take on the "Swamp Thing" or "Creature from the Black Lagoon" was as self indulgent as "Showgirls."  With no plot, intrigue, surprise, or mystery, "The Shape of Water" was a comic book, a graphic novel meant for children, but who in America would let their children see that?  Masturbating in a bathtub in the first five minutes of the film?  The most low ball ethnic jokes found of the floor of the toilet the maids cleaned?  How anyone agreed to be a part of such a mockery of America, well they are limping to the bank.  Bad dog.  Bad dog.  Bad Del Toro.  Go back to Mexico and give your own country a bad name for a while.  America demands better from you.

It's an All Points Bulletin (The B.S. is as thick as moss)

I never have been bombarded with such B.S.  B.S from every front, from all fronts.  It's very afronting the B.S.  B.S. on the ground.  B.S. in your gown.  B.S. in the air, Pee Pee in your hair.  B.O. on the down low, B.S. Weiner News, with a capital W.  Women's right to equal pay.  Yes.  Women broadcasters?  A thing of the past.  Hen parties, clucking and clucking about nothing.  Should be f--king.  The national news was a cell phone commercial.  Immediately it tells you who owns their station, their network, their institution, everything.  The "Man."  He owns it all and is dictating the news, Weiner News.  How about the particle accelerator in Switzerland?  How about the U.S. Military's triumph over ISIS?  We get Weiner News.  Weiner News.  Amateur news reporting.  B.S so deep I am tired of stepping in it.  The most evolved and successful nation on earth?  The most expensive health care costs AND children of dying of the flu?   @#$%^&^$##@!!!!!!!!  Failure of the status quo on a massive level.  Deception.  Defeat.  Trump.  Government shut down?  Tax cut for the rich. A trillion dollar addition to the deficit.  For the rich.  B.S.  Kids dying of the flu?  America's health care system failing at a massive level.  Not enough fluids.  Can't fight the flu?  Can't do, anything.  I'll do anything to escape the B.S.  Today FedEx called and told me that I would be getting a package today, and I should be here to sign for it.  I waited, at home, ALL DAY.  No package.  FedEx.  Fred X.  Freeda Burrito.  No package.  All day, waiting for the cable guy.  Time Warner.  How inconsiderate.  It's the weather they say.  It was 100% sunny today.  Sunny on all fronts.  Slave compounds on 87 South.  Human trafficking.  The murder of whores in Lumbieville.  Drug dealers.  50 caliber machine guns going all day, in your back yard.  Anxiety over death.  Anxiety over war.  People dropping like flies.  Is there any news left.  On You Tube to be eligible for monetization you must have 1000 subscribers and 1000 view minutes per month.  I have more minutes than that but only 250 subscribers.  Subscribers?  To what do they subscribe?  Precrime?  Free trial?  You will never make a penny from You Tube unless you are Sandy Somers, a Brazilian ex-porn actress who unpackages Disney toys for tots.  Kiddie porn, and I hear she makes two million a year.  It's all politics.  They choose.  They decide who gets what.  All of it.  Living in a box, and not the right box.  Hot box.  Jennifer's hot box.  Boxy.  Foxy.  Toad.  Chode.  Afrode of the dark.  Monster's Ball.  Billy Bob T.  Halle Berry.  "Make me feel good."  

Dickendorff

So (beginning a sentence with a conjunction, which is a "no-no,") Hans Zimmer and his buddy stepped in to do the score for Bladerunner 2017.  (Sorry, it is another date, but what significance is '49'?  Summer of Forty Two.  1981.  2012.  2049.  Blade Runner 2049.  It was a heavy film, heavy in content, tone, and intent.  I liked it, but I was not ready for the Apocalyptic content.  After realizing that I would be frightened by the scenario (and it was realistic, mainly from little sounds morphed into big sounds via EQ).  This is a new cinematic technique that untalented composers are using.  If you can't really compose themes with a pencil, you can improvise on shitty samplers and turn the bass up.  Infrasonic textures will emerge, not really music or a score, but sound effects that emulate war.  Not my cup of tea for a film, but it was effective enough.  I am tired of looking at the Apocalypse.  Fully I believe it could  happen in our lifetime, and fully I believe if Trump remains President it is likely.  It is our decision, the U.S. of A.  Keep Trump in power as our president, or impeach him for the Nazi.  It's bust however you look at it.  Pence?  Cheney?  Nazi?  What is worse?  Cheney was awarded no bid contracts to rebuild Iraq.  Haliburton masterminded "The War on Terror" and went to the bank.  Only today, 2018, have we cleaned up his mess.  Cheney should be prosecuted as a war criminal at The Hague.  Maybe he will die in prison like Slobodan Milosovich.  We would be so lucky.  All of our recent presidents are corrupt and evil, so it is this chapter in American history in which we live.  It is tiring, although Hollyweird is trying.  Tony Bennett always has been my favorite jazz singer second to Joe Williams.  He was awarded the Gershwin prize and he deserves it.  That was a nice band, and the eccentric pianists had feel out the whazoo.  Tony's pianist didn't swing that much, but his interpretation of words is Frankian, or perhaps better.  Bennian.  I enjoyed the show at the DAR Constitutional Hall.  The acoustics were impeccable, and the sound was rich, full, and full of life.  G-Phan was on her regular game and "The Words Did Not Get in the Way."  For a middle-aged man and single, those gals were punk.  It is a tragedy that Amy Winehouse died.  America may be the best country in the world, as Tony saith, but we have a long way to go to even catch up to our former glory.  What we have are rich kids having fun.  I want to say this emphatically now.  The new CEO policy, CEO's being paid exponentially more than anyone else, for their influence on Segal Street?  All ready it has become apparent that if you don't PAY employees who do a job, the company will fail.  All of them will fail, because you need employees to do jobs that CEO's and their rich kids can't do.  Trump.  (Subliminal messaging)  Not Gump.  Trump.  Trump is the example.  Slavery.  Do nothing at the top, and fire all of your employees because revenue is being created by bubbles and futures.  Eventually your company will die, because no longer is it a company.  Companies have employees, diverse rosters of intelligent, talented, willing, artists who create content and lead the world.  When you pare down you company, eliminate these jobs, and refuse to pay anyone, then you get, well WalMart.  Sam is turning over in his grave.  If you don't PAY sound engineers, lighting technicians, and grips, you won't have a quality show.  You will have Steven (or is it Stephan?) Colbert.  Lousy sound, no boom mic, no AKG or Sennheiser on the desk, and amateur lavaliers.  I had to stop watching a fruity drummer in a Brokeback Mountain cowboy hat.  Jimmy Fallon, James Corden, and Steven all of show-worthy talent.  James Corden sings as well as anyone, and he knows the songs as well as the artists.  Car Pool Karioke is the highpoint of his show, and Madonna to this day makes me hot.  Why?  Not because of her button-pushing, but because she understands music and dance.  The choreography is just as important as the music, and while she or Brittany may not be the most capable of vocalists, they do understand and feel what they are singing.  It is visual, and I am becoming more visual, a visual artist.  A poet, don't know it.  A Jackson.  A Johnson, on a farm in Iowa seducing Clint Eastwood, or Johann Johannson Johnson, aka Jerimiah Johannson big boobies.  Without job descriptions, work, and a concept, no company can exist.  Renderman just cannot do all the work.  The slavery concept that has been emerging in America is not new.  It is our soul.  Affluent dickheads that believe that slaves should work for free for their gain?  It is why Abraham Lincoln said "Nay!"  (and hundreds of thousands of Americans lost their lives on our native soil)  Remember that?  It draws nigh. 

Bladerunner XXX

Since I bashed the technology of our time in my last blog entry, a defensive front was launched.  It was a good thing.  It reminded me that there have been some great strides in modern technology.  The only thing is now I can't remember them.  One was Alexa.  Bezos's invention, or rather his further expansion of voice recognition software into Alexa, was an entrepreneurial achievement.  Apple, before Time Cooke, all ready has developed most of the things any computer company is marketing today.  Tim Cooke just took nerdy professional home computing, computing not done on the UNIX platform in a company, watered it down, sprinkled it with pop, and addicted most of America.  Even adults took a bite of his apple.  When a plumber comes to you home to fix a leak in you tub oozing through your downstairs ceiling umbilically attached to his phone talking to his wife....  He couldn't even put the phone down long enough to tighten the pressure fittings.  He acted like it was an inconvenience for him to be there fixing his partner's mistake.  Finally he put the phone down on the toilet seat and in a few seconds fixed our problem.  In the process he broke the fifty-two year old tub trap.  Not only did his partner leave without tightening the fittings, he didn't plug the tub when he drilled through the tile.  All of that debris went into the tub trap and clogged it up.  This guy acted like we were fabricating the whole thing.  His only point of interest was having to come back and replace ALL of the tub's pipes in the ceiling to fix one broken screw.  We had been waiting for them to return for a few days, and now they wanted us to wait two more weeks with the ceiling caving in downstairs.  It's hit and miss with plumbers, just like it is with auto mechanics.  Most of the time they are pitching you a repair that doesn't exist.  Anyway, Tim took Apple's great products, laced them with crack cocaine, and started going to the bank.  Never was I interested in "apps."  Microsoft's first versions of Word were the best.  Later, like most things today, companies lost direction, focus, and morality.  Computing has become a crap shoot of keeping up.  Apple and the rest, because the best products all ready have been made years ago, just keep tweaking their operating systems to make your life more difficult.  The biggest erroneous trend was basing your home computing, not web browsing, on the internet.  Registering your products.  Receiving product support.  Banking.  This opened the door for Chinese and Russian hackers to bugger the lot of us.  Anyone who would trust their information to a plural cloud server is stupid.  You deserve to get hacked and lose your information.  I don't even use Drop Box.  Because I have been a professional composer for a while, I protect my work.  It all is copyrighted by the Library of Congress Copyright Office.  I have certificates for each submission, and there are a lot.  Today, like everything else, the significance of copyright seems moot.  Once, when ASCAP and BMI were power players in the entertainment industry and collected royalties, copyright was important.  Today the modern technology consort has deemed artistic content, almost everything, worthless.  Technology, really internet technology, with digital streaming dramatically has lessened the value of visual media.  If your content is available on an unsecured internet, then how can it have value?  Music was first, and Mr. Napster is responsible for the collapse of the recording industry.  I can understand using a hard drive as your home entertainment system.  It is convenient especially if you work on a ship.  I debated buying a laptop computer for a long time.  After I did iTunes became indispensable to me as a professional tool.  I archived everything I had ever done musically, performances, compositions, and the like.  When a Guest Entertainer came to a ship, most likely I would have a self made recording of their show.  I never shared it with anyone, but it was a valuable learning tool.  I used a Sharp mini disc player with a specialty miniature condenser mic.  German engineers created the compression scheme for the mini disc player, and the modern MP4 we use for digital music is based on it.  The mini disc sounds incredibly good, and I have hung onto these machines.  I have four, and three microphones.  I prefer them to any stand along portable MP4 recorder available today.  When I stopped playing on ships for a living, it took a long time to acclimate to the old school.  I still had my stereo equipment from back in the day, just like I had all of my professional music gear.  It just needed TLC.  The turntable finally I pitched into the garbage only a few weeks ago, but the rest of it I still use.  I have begun to appreciate again CD's, DVD's, vinyl albums, and cassette tapes.  I have my great uncle's vintage classical collection on vinyl, I have tapes I made while studying for general exams at OSU, and I have CD's and DVD's.  Most of the DVD's were purchased while working on the ships.  Before the crew channels began showing first run movies, I carried these around in folders for late night entertainment.  The laptop is a great faux miniature movie theater which sits on your chest as you are lying in your bunk.  Now I am remembering how to use all of this information.  It dawned on me that part of your life is spent collecting invaluable media, and part of your life is intended to consume it.  We must remember when it is okay to consume.  In times of spiritual malaise, political despair, and depression it becomes time to look to this media for upliftment.  I went to see Bladerunner last night, and I was shocked that it became a horror film.  It was a heavy worthy movie, but it was more emotional intensity than I expected.  I will give it the prize for what is happening in the world today:  How to make as much money as possible from nothing.  The musical score for Bladerunner was the epitome of this philosophy.  I have not yet looked up the composer for the score, but I can say without a doubt that it seemed like a beginner.  This leads me to believe that Bladerunner was a low budget film.  Computers can do a lot these days, but the visuals were pretty high brow.  The music was not in the same category.  They did what people do today.  Without having an understanding of a craft, you just turn up the EQ.  Take some crappy digital samples, and turn up each band of EQ until the sounds morphs from instrument into sound effect.  That's what most modern films do anyway, jungle drums and low frequency sound effects.  The sheer volume in the theater turned the film into a horror experience.  The sounds of war, machines, violence, and death were omnipresent, and they were effective enough.  They amateurishly were created. 

Deserved Hacking

What's frightening about what's happening in "technology" is the mergers.  Conveniently as Big Brother re-writes history, the break up of the telecommunications industry into the "Baby Bells" is absent.  Does anyone remember?  The only difference to what is happening now is the cycle has not completed itself.  Back in the day the "wire" was our lifeline.  Telephone lines were important and thus capitalism gave them worth.  Like what is happening today companies keep selling their wares at a profit, and a small group ends up controlling everything.  It is called a Corporate Monopoly.  Luckily in the l980's our federal government was honest enough to see this monopoly as a threat to capitalism and our economy which supports our populace.  Also luckily not that long ago our federal government was honest enough to see Microsoft's actions as a threat and broke their company up into individual pieces.  They lagged for a bit, but if we believe what we hear and read today computer technology is breaking records.  How is it humanly possibly that Apple could be approaching the trillion dollar mark?  It is not because consumers love their products.  It is because stockholders and board members are hyping the product.  This product, whatever is may be, is called tech.  Tech today is a broad term that encompasses anything and everything internet and computer companies are pitching.  It has been being gobbled up like tainted Halloween candy.  Then Zuckerberg drops the ball, sells thousands of ads to Russian lobbyists, and the jig is up.  Net neutrality becomes an issue and Congress passes legislation that does what?  I don't really know, other than it is something about slowing down and speeding up internet service.  I'm sure censorship is involved.  So all we know is AT&T is trying to buy Time/Warner, and because they all ready bought Direct TV this rapidly is becoming an ensuing corporate monopoly.  Blah. Blah.  What is means to us is more inane commercials about whose 3G network is the fastest.  Who really cares?  Who the fuck is J.D. Powers anyway?  I don't care.  I don't care because I don't own a smartphone.  I prefer a laptop computer, because the screen is too small.  I have no interest in using Wi-Fi over a cell network, watching streaming video over the internet, or sexting underaged women.  I am content with what America has produced over the last two decades, and it is good enough.  The rest is deceptive hype.  Allow Amazon to unlock my front door and deliver a package?  Not gonna happen.  Control my home security system with a phone?  Not gonna happen.  If anyone is gullible enough to buy any of these products or like corporate America use a Cloud computing network, they deserve to get hacked.  Hack that. 

Human Survival

I blew off a lot of steam in my last blog post, but that was not all of it.  Things keep occurring to me the more I refuse to succumb to the submissive demands of the American South.  "Why make waves, boy?"  "Why stir the pot?"  "Why can't you just leave things the way they are?"  If we do, then all of the predictions of the fall of America will happen.  The eradication of the middle class, rule by oligarchy, and then the impending civil war which will ruin America.  Most of the plots in science fiction movies in America's past are on mark.  Skynet is real.  As soon as Bill Clinton paved the way for airborne, space-oriented, microwave transponders Skynet became real.  My point is about perceived technology.  That is all we hear about today.  Technology.  I have been reflecting on technology, and it dawned on me refusing to succumb to the submissive demands of the American oligarchy, that the technology that is being pitched today, and I mean feverishly pitched on a minute to minute basis, is not traditional technology at all.  If one takes the time to look back in America's recent history, most of the technological demands, the meaningful ones, all ready have been met.  We in technology, like in jazz and cinema, all ready have reached the pinnacle of achievement.  We just don't know it yet, because we are too brainwashed to acknowledge anything other than what media is pitching us on a minute to minute basis.  We would never know that anything else existed except automobiles sanctioned by J.D. Powers and G whatever wireless networks.  As I was watching a movie circa 1956 on the MGM channel last night, it dawned on me that this film, this achievement, far surpassed anything we see today.  True American technology, the great inventions of necessity which have built this country, dwarf the horny minds of Silicone Valley.  A distinction will be made in the near future.  Technology, great American technology exists in the past.  It, like jazz, all ready as reached a pinnacle of achievement.  We only must look back.  Technology is building the Hoover Dam, the Brooklyn Bridge, putting a man on the moon, or providing clean drinking water to the masses.  What is being pitched to us today as technology merely is online and wireless networking.  Yes strides have been made in computing such as 3D printing, but making computers smaller and equipping them with trite "apps" to control our home security systems or pay for drinks is not really technology.  It is software development, a bit of entrepreneurship, and a whole lot of young money reaped from the same technology bubble which created online E-Commerce.  We keep hearing about technology.  Are Dr. Dre's $200.00 headphones really that much better than Bose or Sennheiser?  Most of what we hear today is hype, spin, bubbles being blown by Wall Street step children.  Technology is the Yamaha DX-7, the Korg M1, or the first sampler which could digitally record sound and play it back from a computer keyboard.  These trite little "apps," violent games which actualize and foster suppressed mental illness created by our own polluted environment, and Social Media which all ready has proven to have been Big Brother only disguise true America.  It is a scam of giant proportions.  Hype, crap, and spin which eventually will burn out leaving the vacuous black whole that is Wall Street.  If you don't make anything, if you don't engage in the survival of the human species by the sheer nature of biology, we will cease to exist.  Like in War of the Worlds, a minute speck of bacteria will infiltrate our systems and it will be over in the blink of an eye.  Today Monsanto, GE, and Big Pharma have pushed the envelope further than it ever has been pushed by irresponsible man.  God has destroyed the earth before, but today evil man is accomplishing the same task.  If they Mayans predicted 2012, then it merely is taking a little longer to make itself known.  If we tried to believe what the media and government are telling us, it would be impossible.  That is because both are pawns of the oligarchy.  What they tell us is not truth, it is Donald Trump's attempt at being liked.  Global Warming, Global Warming, and Global Warming.  Flick.  They flip a switch, turn off Skynet (Star Wars), and record frigid temperatures are at hand.  Believe yourself.  Believe in yourself, because never was it more necessary to human survival than today. 

Doomsday

I was just going to write a straight blog entry, until I noticed that "Roy's Lolita" had more hits.  It was laced with Hip/Hop jazz, rhythmic rhyming at which I am good.  Poetry is like music, and while I was on ships and the music muse evaded me, I took to the poetry pen.  It flowed like wine, but it also flowed because I was in love.  There was my muse.  I have no muse today.  All I have is total and inescapable depression.  I have become well equipped to actualize my own happiness, but that is not possible when the entirety of your country is steeped in despair.  There are few places to turn.  Then I realize the only solution is to recognize and confront reality.  It is a shite state, one so bleak that it defies the majority of my life's experiences.  I remember back in the 70's during the era of Viet Nam.  Life was bleak then.  The war was on the news every night.  Turbulent times in America often spark immense creativity, but that creativity is impotent unless The Man allows.  Today we have an unprecedented corporate monopoly possibly unlike any other time in American history.  From high school history I remember a time when Trusts ruled the roost.  Old money which was passed down through family generations ran America.  The names are familiar, so I will not say them.  The names now have changed and tech companies have inherited the power.  I am so nauseous watching the local news I barely can stand it.  It is the same feeling I had when I graduated from UNC-Chapel Hill in 1985.  It was clear to me that freedom was not possible.  A small handful of socialites ruled America, and I was not interested in kissing their ass to fit in.  Thirty-eight years later I am no better off.  I spent the last five years of my life bringing my father's life to an end.  I stopped working, moved in with my mother, and took care of the family in an abstract way.  Never was it understood what I was doing.  In reality it was seen as mooching.  I was living in my parent's house for free, but it was not free.  It far was from free.  I earned my keep and continue to do so, but I am tiring of the responsibility.  I am tired of not being independent and free to pursue my own life.  That is the call of family.  I was in close proximity to my father until he died peacefully on May 6th, 2017.  I am glad I was here, although it was a tumultuous time.  I began cooking for my mother and myself.  As she looked over my dad, I looked over her.  I continue to do so.  With that task at hand the future looks bleak.  I tried emphatically once to try and plan for my impending future, but it was met with outrage.  I retracted any plans to be a responsible, independent, productive adult and resigned myself to be a child, a child with a large amount of responsibility taking care of a property and a mother.  I am not a care-giver in a literal sense.  I am an abstract care giver masquerading as an adult.  I have no life of which to speak, but that is okay.  I have been through it before.  I was exploited by academia and then cast aside.  My life was ruined, and yet I started it anew.  It took a long time, and now I am back in it again mainly because I am back in the same area where things never have changed.  It is amazing how things have not changed, not one bit.  Vehemently they stay the same because the baby boomers who forged this place never will relinquish their control.  Instead they just die off leaving a completely unprepared populace to wrangle the shit that has been dealt to my generation.  I am unusual.  Most of my colleagues have successful lives, those who do not live here.  Here is a place undefinable.  It wreaks havoc on the unsuspecting.  It is a sewer, a toilet of the United States military.  Like everything life in America today is a faint shadow.  Pale and polluted life in America is a depressed, hollow, spiritless ghost running the alley's of Donald Trump's country clubs.  Everywhere I look, everything I see, every word I hear is a mockery of the American Ideal.  Yes, people are making money, but they are making money the wrong way and for the wrong reasons.  As I watch the local news I hear fat cat talking about restoring downtown Raleigh.  He is so happy that he is doing something historic, tearing down history and building inconsequential shit that iPhone watching panty wipes want.  I can't listen to it.  I can't listen to the fact that sixty new people are moving to the Triangle everyday.  To me that means overpopulation, L.A.-like traffic, and pollution.  It does not mean prosperity except to the fat cat that has bought up property in downtown Raleigh.  It makes me want to puke.  He is a beady-eyed pig who barely can communicate with an average reporter.  He is so ensconced in his own material wealth, like most Wall Street bankers and traders, his disingenuous bent is tangible.  It is all he can do to convey his selfish and greedy business.  He is an opportunist, someone who has no inclination to watch out for the future of America or the world.  We are so misguided, so off path, so dishonest, and disingenuous how can God even consider us?  Recently a college aquaintance posted a blog entry about moving into administration from the humanities.  It was all I could do to listen.  He has had the grail, a college teaching position for most of his life.  He has had the family like many of my friends from high school.  They all grew up the same way, into their parents, yuppies with kids.  I have spent the last five years of my life burying my father.  I gave up what life I had for my family.  I didn't think about it too much.  It was the right thing to do.  I gave up any prospect of having a future for myself in lieu of providing support for what was left of my family.  Any time I made an attempt to be responsible by thinking about myself and how I could be productive, it was met with scorn.  So like Jesus I gave it up.  Most days I get up and feel an impassioned urge to be productive in the field of music, but what's the point?  The jobs in Fayetteville died with my father.  His era, the era of the Baby Boomers, which wholly and totally took care of their own generation, up and left the remnants of America to us.  To Trump.  To an Army that is rife with homosexuality, a private security force protecting the poppy fields of the Sackler family.  The media is nonexistent.  Here are my headlines.  The American military victory in Iraq.  The repair of the power grid in Puerto Rico.  The fleecing of America by Congress.  The skewing of heterosexuality and God.  The fall of Capitalism.  The death of art in America.  None of it gets coverage.  We are in complete denial of the reality of what America has become.  The media is promoting tech, the thing that has killed the American spirit.  It won't be long before it all will come tumbling down, and only those capable of sowing a seed, tending a crop, or fetching a pail of water will survive. 

Tesla and his Innovation

I never really even got started, but I did it in a passive humanitarian way.  I never really even hit the nail on the head, because none of us, me included, really know the answer.  Maybe Tesla knows the answer, and I don't mean a car company.  Electricity, this magical wondrous thing that fuels our world.  It, like everything else, we have exaggerated into a technological marvel which better was understood in America's glory days.  Those who created our country, those inventors, apprentices, and master craftsmen who designed, shaped, and built America are gone.  The legacy they alone created by sweat, toil, perseverance, and love has been exploited, re-branded, re-purposed, and manipulated by a petty few who seem to be good at trading numbers.  Within this mix there are innovators who deserve credit, millennials who have found something new like Alexa.  The problem is as soon as the novelty brings revenue, North Korea, Russia, or China will steal and use the idea for political gain.  It all ready has happened with the internet.  It has been infiltrated, and the Cold War has begun again.  Tesla may know the answer, but none of us do.  What is happening in an ES44AC is anybody's guess.  I know roughly what is happening, because I have read about it.  Tesla invented the AC or alternating current driven motor.  It differs from a DC or direct current motor by not having brushes on the rotor to carry current.  Instead like magic, there is no touching between the rotor and the stator, a cylinder with complex wire windings which carry current and create an electromagnetic field.  Somehow when alternating current is applied to the windings the electromagnetic field begins to move along the circular shape of the stator.  It moves in a circle over and over again, and this moving electromagnetic field drags along the rotor with it.  It pulls the rotor without touching it by producing a strong magnetic field.  Magnets are what make the motor spin.  Until the early 1990's we did not have the technology to know how to control the speed of an AC motor.  Maybe we used rheostats.  With the advent of a reliable and portable personal computer (Bill Gates) strides also were made in the field of semiconductors.  Insulated Gate Bipolar Transistors and Thrysistors were invented allowing electrical switching.  Amazingly a system was developed that allowed the computer to control the frequency of electrical power.  The computer.  A PC.  Wow.  Of course that is not all there is to it.  A large maze of electrical gear is needed to handle the high voltage of a diesel/electric prime mover.  Inverters, rectifiers, and alternators are needed to change the frequency of AC current, which in turn somehow is in ratio with the motor speed.  Less frequency of AC, the slower the motor turns.  Higher frequency of AC, the motor turns faster.  Word.  How does that relate to a train?  Traditional diesel/electric locomotives used DC traction motors.  They were motors built into the axles of the locomotives.  These are what pull the train.  It would seem the railroads were not satisfied with the performance of these machines.  On heavy haul applications such as coal trains traveling slowly on small grades the motors would overheat and burn out.  Enter AC traction.  Someone versed in the art of electricity would know that it performs in ways similar to sound.  Interestingly electricity has frequency, wavelength, and harmonic content which you can hear.  It is organic, alive, and dangerous.  When dealing with a concept with which no one has before such as variable frequency alternating current, precautions should have been taken to study the process.  In short I have a recording on minidisk of a departing AC4000 locomotive.  I was parked directly adjacent to the pair of engines when it took off.  I pushed the record button on my machine, and what I captured could have been used in a science fiction film.  It was like a UFO taking off from earth and flying into the heavens.  The sound of the processed electricity were breath taking.  It roared, it hummed, and it grumbled, and none of this was the sound of a GEVO or 7FDL engine.  These are sound solely that are produced by the electrical system of the train.  America has been hearing 'The Hum" for years, and the hum created by this processing is most of it.  When you create megawatts of electricity with a massive rotating alternator and only let a small amount of it out, the rest of the harnessed energy has something to say.  It is like Beelzebub in chains, in a metal box screaming at the top of his lungs.  Okay.  The electricity makes noise, but the thing I do not know that Tesla might is leakage.  I am familiar with the infrasound waves of trains.  I live within earshot of the CSX-T mainline and a stone's throw from their Hamlet and Rocky Mount installations.  I hear freight and passenger trains day in and day out, but something changed.  Suddenly there was a new girl on the block.  In addition to those undulating infrasound waves, and I have not yet described them all, is a new phenomenon.  This wave changes in frequency in response to physical stimuli.  At first I was sure it was the AC component of this new technology, but now this electrical processing is producing its own low frequency SOUND?  Or could it be electricity?  Because electricity behaves in similar waves to sound, perhaps what I am perceiving like sound actually is electricity.  How could variable frequency alternating current be escaping into our home?  At one point in Tesla's career, he had the bright idea of transmitting AC current to the world from a huge dish for free.  That proves that AC can be transmitted through the air, but is that such a good idea?  Certainly because we know both low frequency sound and electromagnetic waves are dangerous down low, wouldn't electricity follow suit?  I feel this wave vibrating, and I know vibration is the result of magnetism.  Also it is the result of electricity flowing.  Consequently that means it could be an electromagnetic wave, but to broadcast or transmit low frequency electromagnetic signals one needs a 150 miles long antenna like the Navy has to communicate with its subs.  This energy is not changing frequency.  I postulate if it is not the United States military's targeting systems in the field, which some do use this technology, that is is "leaking" alternating current emanating from heavy haul 4,550 horse power GE locomotives.  I have heard people say in Chicago along the tracks if you hold out a fluorescent bulb it will light up.  That proves that truly we have electricity in the air enough to light up small appliances.  If we as American citizens could not find a way to utilize this free energy instead of growing cancer cells. 

The G.D. Stock Market

America has become a bubble.  As industry and jobs in manufacturing have left the country, a large percentage of our GNP,  only online retail has emerged as a possible replacement.  We have seen how that goes.  Online retail.  The spoils stay close to the tree.  The money no longer is dispersed in a logical way that supports our system of Capitalism.  The recent scoop has been trillions of dollars are shelved in Switzerland and Grand Cayman.  Private banks have been created to provide a tax shelter for the wealthy.  No surprise here.  I have known that for years.  Capitalism is not working, because the money has been sucked out of the system and is sitting in banks not circulating.  Circulating.  Money which circulates is a quintessential element of Capitalism.  It would seem this has been forgotten, so in a nutshell our socioeconomic has been abandoned.  The system responsible for creating the great wealth that sits in overseas banks, has been deemed defunct.  Enough money has been made by the oligarchy that they are content with their fortunes.  We as American citizens must recognize, acknowledge, and concede that the system that created America is no longer.  Capitalism is extinct.  This is why the country is floundering, and yet prices still are rising.  Part of it is the holidays, a time when many of us are programmed to spend.  It is part of our nature, and will we do it regardless of inflated consumer prices?  That is yet to be seen.  Cyber Monday was a huge success, so the internet it seems has become our new system.  The converse side of that equation is that our spent money also is not being dispersed or circulated to those who need it.  It also is being hoarded into those great fortunes sitting in Swiss and Caymen banks.  It would seem that amassing money is more important than America herself.  I have known this for a long time as well.  Globalization murdered the American Dream.  What CEO in their right mind would pay an American work force when foreigners will do the same job for a fraction of the cost?  American made.  American made used to mean something, and it meant quality.  It meant products were manufactured by people, and those people took pride in their work.  This pride was a result of a dedication to an aesthetic, a work ethic that is incorporated in a lifestyle.  That lifestyle was America.  For the cycle to complete itself, one must take pride in their work.  They must care about it.  It becomes part of them, and that work supports their lives.  Then there was slavery.  There was slavery, and bigot elitists felt they had the right to demand labor for free from lesser beings.  They were entitled.  This sentiment again has emerged in America, and again we as Americans who should understand Capitalism has been rendered extinct also should understand the ruling oligarchy in America cares naught for us.  We are lesser beings.  We are stupid, and how can we not be when the building blocks of a fruitful life have been eradicated.  Our environment.  Our system of public education.  Religion.  God.  Fairness.  Peace.  These components systematically have been removed from American society with the intent of dumbing down our populace.  It has worked.  We are hooked.  Each and every day is a struggle to stay above water when our entire system is trying to make us fail.  The idea of helping people.  The idea of providing opportunity and nurturing for talent.  All of it.  Instead we have the cheapest, lowest, superficial system, like Mother, like Big Brother, like a giant computer who only is playing odds, gambling on a two bit one armed bandit with the future of America the Beautiful.  Take Amtrak for instance.  Anyone who is familiar with American history knows.  Amtrak was a dog, a dog Washington decided to bail out.  Never was it any shining star.  It was a mule, a low performing mule which like city buses provide root level services to the poor.  In the new and exciting aesthetic of Wall Street, sprinkle a little sugar on a turd and sell it as a pooled mortgage disguised as a financial instrument that promises the holy grail.  Deception.  Deception is trying to turn Amtrak, a decrepit skeleton of decaying America into a stealth European bullet train.  With no high tech infrastructure, only the dying bones of a neglected American landscape, emulate a high earning, successful, progressive investment built with thousands of employees, jobs, and support.  Like the internet, Big Brother, Mother, a guy in a cubicle run Amtrak trains faster than they are capable and sell it for quick profit.  What's the fucking rush?  Unlike winding highways, rail lines cut through middle America.  They are the most direct route to get anywhere, but they are old.  Consequently you should not run a Porsche on a dirt track, but they did.  Without proper vetting, without the oversight of the National Transportation Safety Board, or the Federal Railroad Administration, or anyone they decided to open a new quicker route promising holiday shoppers something special.  It is America on Crack.  America on Meth.  America on Sacklers.  We are operating in a drug induced delirium, stoned on opiates, and in denial of the condition of the human race.  It is called Delusions of Grandeur.  It is called Trump. 

The World's Contentious Mobile Convection Oven

A General Electric ES44AC diesel electric locomotive in Notch 1 begins at 450 revolutions per minute.  Whether it is a GEVO or 7FDL twelve or sixteen cylinder prime mover, both are turbo-charged four stroke engines which at full load turn at 1050 r.p.m.'s.  At idle (450 r.p.m.'s) the rotating crank shaft acting as a mechanical oscillator produces a 7.5 Hertz infrasound wave which audibly cannot be heard.  This figure is deduced simply by dividing the engines revolutions per minute by the sixty seconds found in a minute.  Cycles per second is the designation for Hertz, the typical measurement of wave frequency, in this case for sound.  Infrasound like ultrasound is an extreme designation for sound meaning it is so low in frequency it cannot be heard by the human ear.  Typically humans can hear down to 20 Hertz, so logically we can hear both the low E and the fifth string low B on an electric bass.  Their respective frequencies are 41 and 30 Hertz.  Humans cannot hear a 7.5 Hertz infrasound wave produced by all idling diesel/electric locomotives, but do we perceive them?  The answer is yes, and like the experience at a rock concert the reason why we are effected by the music is because not only do we hear it with our ears, we feel it with our bodies.  While the definition of the term otoacoustic has changed significantly during the last two decades, once is was used to define how we hear with mechanisms other than our ears.  It has been proven that unborn babies respond to sound in the womb.  That is because our bodies can perceive sound in many ways, most often through our tactile receptors.  We hear with our skin.  Because human activity is both chemical and electrical and is carried in waves, sound may be the most effective vehicle for carrying emotion.  That is opening Pandora's Box, and Mr. Stravinsky would disagree.  In my experience as a doctoral level composer, fully I believe the feelings we may actualize through music composition may be carried directly to the listener through this complex interacting system of perception.  Because music at its most effective level merely moves air, and Beethoven said music is the breath of God, I believe this to be true.  As human beings were are graced with the ability to perceive this nuances of sound.  The trouble is the infrasonic region of sound in particular is problematic.  First we cannot hear it, which makes it invisible.  If we cannot hear sound how do we know it is happening?  The answer is there are all kinds of litmus tests that confirm we are perceiving infrasound.  Unfortunately again they turn out to be negative.  Low frequency sound has been determined over the years to be harmful to human beings.  It is akin to the sounds produced from natural disasters such as earthquakes, tornadoes, and burning wild fires.  The easiest way to personify infrasound is to imagine the reaction primitive man would have to the looming footsteps of a dinosaur.  Infrasound creates a plethora of tangible human responses which largely are ignored today because they are invisible.  Industry has slipped under the radar and proliferated along with their massive output of infrasonic pollution.  With simple mathematics it is easy to discern that a diesel/electric locomotive at idle, that being 450 revolutions per minutes, a 45,000 pound four stoke turbo-charged twelve or sixteen cylinder prime mover creates a 7.5 Hz infrasonic wave which never subsides.  When the engine is engaged as the operator moves the throttle up in notches, the r.p.m.'s increase to 1050.  This is when 4,500 horsepower is produced by the locomotive's onboard electrical system.  1050 divided by sixty seconds in a minute is 17.5, a frequency that is at just the threshold of human hearing.  In one instance as the locomotive sits unused, like they often do in switching yards waiting for personnel changes or the next shift, it is creating a sound wave that is more capable then the lowest strings of a bass guitar at a rock concert.  The question is what is its amplitude?  The conundrum of locomotive building is that an engine is useless unless it is running.  When it runs it runs continuously unlike the notes played in a rock song.  It runs continuously.  Again with simple mathematics or physics it is easy to calculate that a 7.5 Hertz low frequency sound wave is longer than the 112 feet of a 10 Hz tone.  This is the lowest conversion I could find easily on the web.  Let's assume that it is 130 feet.  For the soundwave to complete itself, that is to be perceived in some way by the receptors of the human being, one would have to be at least 130 feet away.  This is good news for locomotive operators, and it is one reason why you will find little discussion by them on the ill effects of their trade.  Not unlike the cruise industry employees often are not affected by their own ship.  More likely they are affected by surrounding vessels operating in close or relative proximity.  When one is cruising solo, meaning there are no other ships in sight, it is a comfortable and relaxing situation.  As soon as other vessels come into view, a value similar to the body's tactile receptors, we begin to perceive their presence the way we will perceive that of a locomotive.  We can't hear them, but we will sense them.  We will sense them in the ways that have been determined over the years, most notably by French Scientist Vladimir Gavreau.  The nature of the diesel is that is produces sound wholly that is unlike any other sounds in the universe except those of nature.  The droning of a waterfall, the crashing of waves, the rumble of a volcano.  These can be frightening events because the sound is ominous, relentless, and non stopping.  Every second an idling diesel/electric locomotive outputs a 7.5 Hz sound wave with a frequency say of 130 feet.  Each repetition of this wave sums itself on the previous wave and they continue to sum proportionately ad nauseam.  If the amplitude of the original wave is nominal, which probably it is and which is why operators rarely complain about their jobs, the amplitude of this infrasound wave continues to increase as it travels seemingly infinitely.  It has been recorded that infrasound waves from natural phenomena will circle the glove five times.  Rest assured that for each locomotive in operation in the world, and GE alone brags about their 30,000 ES44AC's, each machine is producing an infrasound wave that is traveling long distances and carrying massive air pressure, the kind of pressure that cannot be rivaled by the loudest rock band in existence.  It is almost impossible to imagine such a scenario and yet it exists.  It largely is what is creating Global  Warming.  The burning of fossil fuels, and certainly the diesel/electric locomotive falls into that catagory burning diesel for its combustion, is a large part of Global Warming, but sound waves capable of moving air around the world are escalating the problem.  How else could warm air be reaching the poles?  It is because warm air is being pumped through them like like a giant convection oven, and that oven is diesel/electric prime movers. 

The Illustrious GE ES44AC

Many of your lucid thoughts come from sleep.  Unfortunately sleep is rare to me.  I can tell you which vehicles are disturbing my sleep and causing both physical and emotional pain like an Amtrack timetable.  Hunter Harrison has put a stop to that, and the integral industries surrounding our home have begun to complain.  Although Chemours is under investigation for malfeasance, it would seem they have an opinion about CSX-T's newly implemented high earning operating plan.  In the past I would know the time by The Aberdeen and Rockfish's operation.  Their local arrives at 10:45 a.m. and departs at 1:45 p.m.  As necessary as it crosses Skibo Road it blows the necessary series of  alerts for grade crossings.  You knew what has happening from the sound of a Leslie train horn.  While Fort Bragg has been preparing for World War lll, local train whistles have been mute, but their activity has  escalated.  This happens when Fort Bragg is "in the field" or rather practicing war-time maneuvers in the Normandy Drop Zone.  Camp MacKall has taken more responsibility in the War Against Terror.  Because I have been exhausted from lack of sleep caused by the practicing of war, I have been in bed.  That has given me the opportunity to reflect upon a transportation system providing logistical support for what my be the worlds largest military base.  Ironically the activity at Fort Bragg pales in comparison to the activity of Hunter Harrison's new company.  We shall only have to wait to see if his entrepreneurial railroading philosopy will make the trip from Canada to the American South.  It would seem his presence, while short-lived, has provided a stock bubble for  shareholders.  Much has been reported about the management coup transpiring at CSX-T after Mantle Ridge hedge fund purchased a 4.9 stake and demanding the hiring of retired Harrison.  Only in the last few days has he taken a medical leave of absence.  Wall Street aside only locals can know the real scoop.  Harrison's thugs would show up at hospitals and harass injured employees demanding they do not disclose details or receive their medical entitlements.  They were threatened.  Interesting way to run a company.  If my instincts are correct as sleep-deprived as they may be, Mafia-type business is on the rise all over the world.  Washington is no exception.  Once Gucci Shoe Guys wore designer suits and carried big checks to Washington lawmen.  I would suspect in this day and age they now are carrying weapons and consummate threats.  Because my schedule is disheveled and erratic the day begins at 8:45 a.m.  This is the new fifty.  It used to be 5:30 a.m.  For the longest time it was 3:30 a.m., the witching hour when the walls would bleed and floors would shake.  Then it became 6:00 a.m. for a while.  Now it is 8:45, and I have to get out of bed, pee (or lately try to pee because of prostate issues), and go downstairs to open the curtains.  After doing so I am overwhelmed by a feeling of exhaustion and make my way back to the bedroom to sleep.  Upon entering my room it dawns on me that my room has become unusually hot, and I must open the window and insert my fan.  Recirculating the air in this small bedroom usually alleviates the pressure that has built up from train number one.  It take approximately one hour and a half for this what must be Hunter Harrison extended freight to lumber through downtown.  It may stop and change personnel.  At about ten it is calm again.  At eleven it starts anew but for a shorter length of time.  At noon it is the bomb, and I mean the big one.  I have to get out of the room, because my head is pounding, my joints are aching, and my sciatic nerve is singing Nessun Dorma.  From noon onward we have both Amtrack consists to look forward to.  Luckily GE and their diminishing stock profile decided to become a locomotive manufacturer with large plants both in Pennsylvania and Texas.  They tout their environmentally friendly ES44AC as the most cutting edge locomotive ever built, simply because it contains a microwave tube that transmits engine diagnostics to a small Cessna and then to their central satellite for relay to Jacksonville.  "A three day repair becomes a three hour repair!"  gleefully states a GE representative.   He then proceeds to lure an attractive Lolita into their facility to show off his tool.  4,400 horsepower he tell her, and let's her get behind the wheel.  If bimbos are test driving the most powerful locomotives in the world in Texas, then Roy Moore was the foreman.  With some grease, a toe in your ass, and a pat on the back GE managed to slip its 7FDL four stoke diesel prime mover into modest Amtrack passenger locomotives.  (Damn, these clever internet boys just keep on ticking)  Bluetooth Turntable.  Self-driving cars.  And we could halt global warming and feed the world...  The GE7FDL, with its massive power footprint, eliminated the need for an auxiliary unit.  It was powerful enough, and GE had the know how, to create Head End Power and AC power for the train carriages with one engine.  It is the same tried and true engine that found its way back into the ES44AC after they fell out of love with their own newly developed GEVO engine.  Consequently the C40-9 (or Dash 9) for short still is operating under the EPA's radar.  The ES44AC is a souped up version of what all ready was the most invasive polluting diesel/electric locomotive in existence.  Yes, it was effective and as Hunter Harrison has shown can pull two mile long intermodal freights.  For those of us peons who live down by the river and not up in the Connecticut hills, that diesel microdust, infrasonic pollution, and escaping alternating current have wreaked havoc on our population.  Trouble is no one will say so.  In a world simple where we need good doctors, a lot of them, and a few good hospitals, instead we have miles and miles of bureaucratic red tape sealing the weeping wounds of the Sackler empire.  Agencies.  Departments.  Offices.  Companies.  All that perform USELESS functions for the health and well being of America's citizens except collecting our hard-earned dollar and turning it over to Uncle Sam.  It is a big circle jerk, Washington and  corporate America, and we are losing. 

Roy's Lolita

I will try to capsulize, on the franchise, verbalize, the Adirondack quackery of the flim flammery.  So life has beene.  Bean.  Mean.  Suffering.  The news of late is commensurate of the legislate.  Roy Moore is on the block.  Tuesday will tell a large issue for D.C.  The Donald, like any effective United States President, has stirred up holy hell in the Middle East.  Shaking the Tree as Peter Gabriel would sing.  I have seen a few glimpses of positive trends in the Republican leadership.  What are they?  Evidently, although our news has reported nada, ISIS largely has been removed from Iraq.  There was a large celebration of security forces, of which we know naught.  Gump has been shipping G.I.'s to the Middle East since he became Prez.  Lester Young might have objected.  If ISIS has been removed or better yet defeated on Iraqi soil, this is major news.  This is not wiener news.  Why have we not seen this?  We have seen snippets of the wild fire in Cali.  We have seen a lot of sexual harassment news.  I guess Hollyweird likes their sex scandals.  The Dem's laid Al Franken on the alter, a human sacrifice of a needed good guy in the Senate.  Bad move and more surprising he caved.  I would believe there was a large donation to his future.  Will Roy be more?  We will see.  Ironic that decades old issues suddenly have surfaced.  B.S.  Let it lie.  Humbert Humbert like little girls, and Nabakov proved it was beautiful.  In good ole Raleigh them white-haired fat cats are so afraid for their own daughters, because they are not capable of teaching or protecting them.  Losers.  I would like to hear more about "our" victory in Iraq.  This is major news, a story which is the longest war in American history, and yet we have heard naught.  That is because it is show.  Still if our American boys have been successful burning extreme towel heads, Sarah Huckabee Sanders should be telling us about it.  The news of late has been shate.  Holidays for everyone.  Bitcoin?  Shitcoin.  Well Street.  Mall Feet.  If ever Fight Club was relevant, it is now.  If ever "V" was relevant, it is now.  Destroy Parliment.  Destroy Wall Street, the scourge of America.  I am so sick of reading about these assholes.  Fascism has arrived in America with a capital F. 

The Opioid Highway

My nightmare of late is being murdered by cartel thugs.  Previously  this ultimate nightmare has manifested itself as various tragic and upsetting scenarios sprinkled into my lifetime.  Is there a reason at some points in your life your subconscious mind decides to relive all of your perils?  I believe there is an answer to that question, and I believe it has something to do with the unprecedented violence unfolding in America.  Life always has been a struggle.  The original settlers of North America, the "Lost" Colony perished at the hands of mother nature.  Mankind struggles, endures, and perseveres to at some point be rewarded for his efforts.  They could present themselves as small tokens, love perhaps.  They could present themselves as sustenance.  They could present themselves as material wealth.  In Christian philosophy what are God's rewards for man's superlative efforts?  Job.  Job toiled, prospered, and had everything taken away from him.  Certainly the knowledge of God should be enough to sustain us, but in today's political climate, it has become more difficult.  For the first time in decades survival has become more daunting.  It seems everywhere we turn the internet is trying to deceive us.  Phishing E-Mails crowd our In Boxes, and computer-generated telephone calls bait us with misleading opportunities.  Truly it has become a time of great turmoil, and we are being forced to reckon with it.  My nightmares manifest themselves as reflections of tumultuous moments in my life.  For example when my first purchased motorcycle was stolen by fraternity boys at OSU.  Secondly when freedom of thought and individuality were stripped from me while working at sea.  Like everyone I have quite a few almost tragic scenarios.  My mother dwells in them, and perhaps this is a symptom of aging or ensuing dementia.  Living in self-created tragedy in my humble opinion is not healthy.  It solves no problem other than reinforcing sorrow, strife, and pain.  If having these emotions reciprocated by a fellow human beings is the cure to them, than I must digress.  Simply this qualifies as displacing your own hardship on someone else.  Perhaps in some small faction of humankind this suffices as healing.  I cannot condone this psychology.  Making someone else feel bad, because you do is not Christian.  It is the antithesis of Christianity.  Christianity promotes love as a solution to ills.  Arguing for the sake of argument, for the sheer catharsis of negative emotion, is a pointless waste of time, and yet I am sure many families may still practice this.  My parents did, and maybe when you are cemented to your unchanging future, this seems like the only escape.  Perhaps heated, antagonizing, vitriolic argument serves some purpose, but not in my life.  I was discouraged from teaching public school, because my cooperating teacher during my tenure as a student teacher was a proponent of using emotion or temper to control his charges.  The entire length of my student teaching experience built up to nothing other than learning when to become angry at the students.  This was his wise lesson to me as an upcoming educator.  Like environment court in Columbus, Ohio I was dissuaded by what should have been a supportive mentor.  Two men failed by practicing non-Christian behavior.  This must be common in humanity, or is it just revealed in Capitalism?  When I went to environmental court I had recognized my mistakes, exercised a strong effort to remedy them, and was contrite.  This made no difference to Judge Richard C. Pfeiffer, Jr.  Before I entered his courtroom he and his public prosecutor all ready has decided how to proceed.  I made the grievous mistake of pleading guilty to my littering charge, and because I had, Mr. Pfeiffer proceeded to take from me the maximum amount allowed by the law.  He attempted to take my money, but he did not create justice.  I was so livid from his shortsighted decision only did I want to create more crime in spite of him.  I had been sorry, and all ready had made my own restitution, and yet only because I pleaded guilty he and his friend took my money.  Maybe they thought the sheer shock of having to pay a $500.00 fine for littering would teach me lesson.  In some criminal justice cases a hefty fine could serve as a future deterrent.  In my case as an intelligent, responsible, and Christian adult all ready had I paid by debt.  I reversed my mistaken action, sought forgiveness, and was punished anyway.  This must be an old school justice, like arguing for no reason.  It must be a way for those incapable of thinking, understanding, and learning to seek retribution by affectation.  We will challenge our emotions to be so disgusted with an action that it will cure it.  It is not effective, just as Donald Trump and his administration are not.  They are not smart enough to be in positions of leadership, because leadership requires more than shoot outs at the O.K. Corral.  How many more shoot outs must America endure before we realize that life and our earth are fragile?  Without God they will not endure. 

Chasing the Tale

America has become such a bass-ackwards nation.  Faintly can I remember when America was a leader.  Possibly this was when J.F.K. was President.  That didn't last long.  No good deed goes unpunished.  Now we have Trump, and since his inauguration murderous violent crime has dominated local news in North Carolina.  Watching three young news broadcasters become street wise against their own wishes is disconcerting.  They like to joke around, be light-hearted and happy, but now their job is describing where the next murder has taken place.  It's every night.  Raleigh.  Durham.  Fayetteville.  Crime rates have not improved despite what a mayoral or gubernatorial candidate will tell you.  We vote for mayor on Tuesday.  It is not surprising to me, because always I have known the true colors of Fayettenam.  They razed the old Sheraton Inn and built condos overlooking downtown.  They built designer luxury condos on Hay Street.  They are  building a thirty million dollar minor league baseball field with supporting accoutrements, and while I first disagreed with this decision have come to support it.  If they can turn that gravel pit into something useful, so be it.  It has become all smoke and mirrors, he said, she said.  Blah blah blah.  Trump lies through his teeth, the American President.  The point I wanted to make before becoming distracted with left ear tinnitus was that as a country we would rather view business and political leaders fall from sexual improprieties than see our nation prosper.  Perhaps one's sexual proclivities are a good litmus test for character.  Perhaps not.  I think any grown man when offered a blow job in the White House would take it.  Your anger at being impeached for such a slip of judgement could cause you to lie.  It's no one's business really.  I guess its the tabloidesque news media who desire such a thing.  Other senior nations have graduated the sexual academy first.  America has yet to catch up.  With our lovely system of Capitalism, without a moral compass involved to govern our buying, America's chosen system of economics has failed.  We are without a Capitalist conscience.  Once we had such a thing, and it was created by religion.  Only religion, an understanding of Christianity and God no matter what denomination, is the course of moral and ethical decision making.  America, in her bass-ackwards descent, has attempted to eradicate God from public consciousness.  This has nothing to do with the separation of Church and State.  America was founded on religion, and like most important tenants of our national heritage, this has been forgotten, eradicated.  Big Brother truly has stepped in, not through ISIS, but by being sold and bought by outside foreign interests.  When traditionally American businesses are discarded indiscriminately to foreign interests, such as Hollywood being sold to the Japanese, or Manhattan being sold to the Chinese, how can fascism and terrorism not encroach our borders?  What has brought America down has been globalization,  globalization not allowing America to out source our jobs, but globalization allowing non-America foreign interests to seep into our social fabric.  I see it every day on television (although at least in the news this seems to be getting better), on the internet, and in public.  I have become a bit of a snob, realizing it is necessary.  I am surrounded by shit, and to keep the shit off of you you must realize what it is.  America is shit.  We would rather watch our business leaders and politicians fail for ill chosen sexual improprieties rather than see our nation prosper virtuously.  Virtuously means with a moral and ethical conscience.  We will have to begin doing the right thing, and that will not start at the Trump White House.  Here in North Carolina, the state of the bathroom bill, white-haired Republicans try to protect themselves from darky.  Instead of recognizing one's sexual longings and implementing a system of satisfying those biological necessities, we hide behind a bridled scapegoat.  We are too immature to understand ourselves, the human being.  Jesus.  How ignorant can we be?  For propositioning a teenager we throw the book at a grown man.  Words, they are words.  "Hey honey, how about a little candy?"  Branded for life, not a child rapist, a sexual deviant, or a predator, but a man simply who asks a girl for something that once could provide healing.  We have perverted sex in America to unfathomable, inexplicable, illogical proportions.  Senior nations would not be seen scurrying for tail.  Chasing pussy?  Jesus.  You buy it.