Too Much Traction Action in "Da Ville"

     Thoughts on global warming and health.
     Hunter Harrison's revenue producing "Precision Railroading" is being implemented by CSX-T in America's "Spaghetti Bowl" creating delays for Amtrack and their own freight clients. 
     The Cape Fear Railroad at Fort Bragg is assembling underground munitions trains for Military Ocean Terminal Sunny Point.  This deep water port on the Cape Fear supplies American military bases abroad.
     The Aberdeen and Rockfish serves Hexion and Valley Proteins at River Terminal in Cumberland Country . 
     Progress Rail is rebuilding DC locomotives into AC's at their Huntington and Altoona plants in Pennsylvania.
     NS has invested in this rebuild program using EMD's two stroke, turbo charged, 645 diesel engine.  A rebuilt C40-9WAC produces enough electromagnetism to pull a two mile long fully loaded coal train.  It has inverters which produce the "Taos Hum" originally created by an underground molybdenum conveyor system designed by GE.   At low speed the inverters produce varying, low frequency, alternating current.  This AC and its accompanying magnetism turn the drives into oscillators propagating electromagnetic waves onto the electrical grid. Infrasound and a hampered grid hinder efficient air conditioning. 
     Siemens and ABB have introduced AC technology into industry, aviation, and marine with their "Azipods."  Azipods are mammoth AC drives housed in pods underneath the ocean's surface on large cruise ships  
     The combination of low frequency AC, magnetism, ultrasound, and infrasound are dangerous to humans causing cells to vibrate and mutate into cancer.  The cancer causing effect of electromagnetic waves has been studied and documented.

The Merry Prince of Thieves

So many things to express.  No one listening.  Only the goons who work for the railroads, uneducated mobsters who would rather kill a family than do the right thing.  “I’ve got to look our for my own!  There’s a depression on.”  Hurricane Florence renders almost a million North Carolinians without electrical power, and yet the trains tool on.  All day, all night, forever heating a storm-ravaged landscape, insult in the face of adversity.  No one knows.  No one cares.  We are without power, and yet which industry is most capable of providing power?  Which industry owns, leases, and operates thousands of ambulant generators used only for corporate gain?  These generators continue to operate while hundreds of thousands of citizens suffer without power.  A Class 5 hurricane pummels the Atlantic Seaboard, and yet portable, ambulant, reliable generators operate in anonymity hovering incognito near all of us.  Generators capable of providing power for all of us, and yet they don’t.  They operate for themselves.  They operate for their own corporate earnings, for their board members, their shareholders, and their CEO’s.  This is Capitalism.  Make it clear that a private corporation unwilling to help the masses in times of need.  It is clear.  They only want our money.  Who made this possible?  Deregulation of industry.  Now the rich, who were made rich from the lower and middle classes, continue to get rich while the middle and lower classes become extinct.  Now it is okay for industry to not give a corporate dump about the people, the customers who fill their pockets.  Like Wall Street Hedge Fund managers, they think earnings are magic.  This is Capitalism.  Take for the rich.  Disregard those who buy and consume their products.  Spit in the faces of Americans who created their lifestyles, their wealth, and their security.  Only a governing body with morality taught by God can administer a fair and honest America.  W. set the standard without even knowing it.  Regulation is stifling growth.  When we bailed out Wall Street corporate bonuses were given to CEO’s for their responsible leadership.  Will any of the twelve percent of federal corporate tax be invested back into the middle or lower classes?  Will small business loans become available again?  Will college students be given financial rewards for their scholarly excellence?  The answer is no.  W. set the course.  Deregulation.  Let the corporate top feeders skim all of the excess capital for themselves.  The rest of us are just immigrating wet backs.  Illegal aliens.  Spics.  Japs.  Kikes.  Krouts.  White trash.  Let’s reestablish the KKK, ethnically cleanse America, and exert the Arion nation.  The rest of us?  The middle class, the tired, the poor, the huddled masses yearning to breathe free?  Electrocute us with ambulant, self-serving, hovering generators who in the face of Earth’s warming, burn us into smoldering ash.  The rage against the machines.  It is true.  It is here, and they are being run by Uncle Homer and his inbred son, Stitch. 

The Great American Storm.

Maybe it is because I was lucky enough to travel abroad.  she was pretty happy about it, the broad that is.  All kidding aside, you never can go home, and yet I did.  The Pepsi Challenge.  Nothing is the same, except everything.  What is the same?  Certainly not your home town.  Everything in America today is, "Growth, growth, growth."  Screw growth.  How about just a well adjusted, mature, intelligent, semi-conservative, forward thinking community.  Ah heck.  We're not.  Not today's America.  Let's think back for a moment.  When did it all begin, as the song says?  It began after Bill.  Bill created today, now, America today.  The cell phone economy, the economy that hooked our youth on toys and took their college money.  We denied them adequate education and took their money.  Maggie Newland.  Storm Tracker.  We began selling kids high tech toys instead of their parents, because their parents were still intelligent enough to know better.  What a cavernous disparity between the Depression Era, the Babe Boomers, Generation X (slackers) and Millennials.  As I sit here and wait for the impending doom of the great storm, the thing that it creates it is in full swing, unfettered, collecting money for the rich who own them.  That is America in a nutshell.  There is no room for a middle class.  The poor will annihilate themselves after they spend all of the American entitlements.  When Matthew hammered through and wiped out the railroad tracks to Fort Bragg, nothing stopped.  The thing that creates the heat and thus the great ensuing storms never stopped.  PET resin must be manufactured, because Americans drink more beverages when?  During the blazing hot humid weeks of summer.  How do you make soybean oil?  Heat it to 190 degrees.  Where is the plant?  I am tired of my ears ringing.  I am tired of my belly hurting.  I am tired of sciatic nerve pain while I am lying in my vibrating bed rife with low frequency alternating current, magnetism, and heat.  I can't wait for the rain to quell what is causing the storm, and yet it doesn't.  Only snow does that.  Only that freezing, calm, slowly-falling snow curbs the activity that is creating some of global warming.  It is bliss.  Snow, and not cocaine.  Blissful snow that coats the environment in freezing flakes of pristine, microdust filled water.  I can't remember my original premise of which I was going to write.  What a pale polluted shadow America is of herself thanks to Wall Street.  Wall Street is only a gambling casino, but brokers are gambling with America's money, well rich America.  If Weinstein, Monves, Charlie, Cosby and the rest of perverted sex problems, no one says anything about the huge gambling problem in America.  It is called Wall Street, the former New Orleans but without the fine jazz and willing prostitutes.  They are willing in New York, but only rich bankers can afford them.  So here we sit. 

Cell Phone Extinction

I reckon I should improve my typing skills quick.  I have a new chair, and it is comfortable, more comfortable than the glide rocker.  It was comfortable too, but it began to cause my back trouble.  Out with the old, in with the new, new old, for $15.00, a new chair.  It reclines.  If I don't write for a while the mainstream media loses track of reality, so here I am.  Not much to say.  No music coming out at all.  Keep on trucking.  Let's start with Bill Clinton.  There would be no cell phone industry if it were not for Bill Clinton.  The FCC said, "These frequencies are dangerous."  Bill said, "We need to balance the budget."  One and done.  Auction those frequencies to future cell phone companies.  Bill created now.  He created today.  Bill Clinton created the vast void of neanderthals walking around staring at their palms.  I can think of other more productive things to do with my palms.  So can a bunch of Catholic priests.  They still are working, and the irrevocable implications of their homosexual sexual abuse will continue to torment millennials for years to come.  Thanks, Padre!  Now we have a heated planet.  The fingers wags all over the place.  I propose an oxygen tax, not a carbon tax.  Each vehicle which uses great amounts of our oxygen should pay for it.  They should pay for it, because they burn it for their own empowering energy and spews hyrdocarbons as a thank you.  Airline industry.  Rail industry.  They consume massive amounts of our what should be clean air for their own profit, and spew carbon back into the air.  How?  Why?  Not fair, but America is not fair.  Trump lives from this premise.  God teaches morality.  We have none, except it seems a senior White House official who claims to tell what we all ready have known.  I.?  Then Pence is the Prez.  Nazi.  The last heat wave we had was in early Spring.  It was created by a huge military operation at Fort Bragg.  Hundreds of vehicles assembled in the sake of national defense.  The budding foliage didn't know what to do.  We have our second heat wave, and nary a story about military operations in the Atlantic, Sunny Point Military Ocean Terminal, or in Germany.  The 82nd Airborne returned recently and drones from Camp Mackall fly over Fayetteville.  For two weeks straight beginning last Sunday, a discernible wave has been in the air.  People are dying.  Dropping like flies.  I feel like hammered shit, and that is after I quick imbibing alcohol.  I can't figure out whence it comes other than the illustrious Fort Hag.  The Honeycutt Marshalling Yard and their underground mainline transecting the base unloading munitions nonstop.  It creates havoc in my home.  The electricity is tangible, and I don't think it is static.  I think it is alternating current, low frequency alternating current.  Studies show, survey says 1 Hz of alternating current causes increased calcium in cells.  I have a kidney stone.  Whence did it come.  We have all kinds of strange electrical phenomenon in our home.  Static electricity.  Radar, a standing electromagnetic wave.  What is that?  Bueller?  A duality.  A reciprocating wave consisting of electricity and magnetism.  Catchy name, huh?  Electricity one one axis, magnetism on the other.  It is hot and it vibrates.  Human cells do not like this, and they mutate into cancer.  We have know this as a nation for a long time.  Nada.  Do nothing.  People dying.  Flu like symptoms.  Air quality approaching Asia.  Let's kill off our people, the poor, the hungry, the oppressed.  What better way to forge the Trump oligarchy?  Kill people from within our nation.  The terrorism?  It is ludicrous.  Towel heads trying to get to Allah.  Virgins.  Sinn Fein knew the drill.  Why kill innocent Americans working in an office building?  For spectacle.  For ego.  Sociopathic indulgence.  If you are going to assassinate someone, pick a person who has some influence.  Pick someone who is doing wrong to the country.  Get in line.  There are thousands of them, and yet nada.  This generation is so brainwashed on kiddie television, Netflicks, and their iPhones they wouldn't know how to murder a criminal.  That is a little to heavy for now.  What?  Turn on the tube.  Violence.  Zombies.  Murder.  War.  That is all TV is, and yet it all is meaningless, empty, shallow diversionary propaganda.  Pollute the minds of our youth.  Trump is the master.  Turn the masses on each other.  The Grandmaster Flash.  Agent Orange.  Beelzebub.  We are so confused, so unsure of who the enemy is.  Try Bill Clinton.  I had a nice time under Bill.  That's what she said.  He did a few good things, but the bad out weigh the good.  Cell phones heating the planet.  Word. 

Dear Editor,

      Recent statistics reveal Cumberland Country has sanctioned "Fayetteville Flight."  Our county is a no growth zone.  Why?  Several solutions are a stratagem for more peaceful living.  It entails conscientious, continual, and conservative restraint by our military industrial complex.  1.  Mr. Snoopy Dog FBI shell plane or Army Cessna must concentrate their surveillance away from neighborhoods.  2.  The Compass Call Cross Deck Tactical Weapons System must keep it in his pants.  3.  CSX-T must reel in their meandering Cargill dedicated ES44ACH.  (It's discernible low frequency alternating current "Death Ray" is a drag)  Please stop irradiating Fayetteville or at least schedule a heavy weight bout with the Army's AN/TPQ-53.  (I can't tell if its an inebriated locomotive engineer or an overzealous private with his finger on the button.)  If either one needs companionship, I suggest Match.com.  Because satellite sensor arrays, drone activity, and adolescent iPhone usage are interacting, their EMFs are twerking us like our original founding Shakers and Quakers.  Our power grid and visible light spectrum are tired of being modulated by these parasites.  "Fayetteville:  A Modulus-Free Zone." 

One's Own Destructive Behaviors

There are the times when the stars and military satellites align and open a corridor to hell.  This is when I relive almost all of my trying moments in my dreams.  These are moments during your job that create tension, because of other people.  While I don't have the right to paint myself as a saint, I have had a Christian upbringing.  I do have a value system, and I am honest.  The only time I have learned to tell a white lie is when I recognize my answer is going to cause unnecessary strife.  To thwart ensuing unwanted drama and angst I upon a short reflection lie.  "Paul, did you eat the last of the ice cream?"  "Yes."  In reality to keep the freezer uncluttered, and because two gallon drums of ice cream won't fit in the same space, I throw out the last small serving of yellowed frost-covered cream.  "Yes, I ate it."  End of story.  This is learned behavior, and I do not like having to lie.  This is the only time I lie.  I am brutally honest the rest of the time, and often my honesty creates tension with lesser experienced musicians, stage technicians, and musical directors.  In the process of working as a professional musician, I have learned not to lie, but when to lie down.  I have learned what fights to champion, and which to concede momentary defeat for the same reasons.  It thwarts unwanted drama, which is a huge waste of energy.  Your energy should be used for productive and creative purposes.  Always.  Basking in your own self deprecating behavior is a path to your grave and unhappiness.  You get up, shelf the recurring strife driven dreams, and create something anew in the midst of your non supportive environment.  This is what successful and intelligent people do.  This morning my recurring toil and turmoil was Tony.  Tony was the musical director on a ship to which I did not want to go.  My instincts about ships and musical directors are honed.  Always I am right, and I am a saint.  In this situation I needed a job, and a demotion was the path.  Usually I can handle most hostile work environments with learned political cunning.  Then I learned there are unworkable job environments that for personal reasons are not there to support your quality effort.  These environments employ insecure and often unskilled personnel.  When a work place is populated with these kinds of people, life for the skilled and talented folk often is unpleasant.  You can't do your best.  You can't create art to say the least.  You often can't even raise the bar of mediocrity.  You suffer, and you get out as quickly as possible.  What kinds of environments exist which do not support their workers?  I would say the Blohmberg of the Knees.  This was not a good working environment.  I don't even want to remember it, but I am being instructed by my  unsupportive environment to grovel in this horse manure.  I am being instructed not to excel, not to be productive, and not to be happy.  I am being forced to reflect upon my challenges which created unhappiness for me.  Hurray.  Unhappiness as a doctrine, kind of like Communism or even Fascism.  The life of a slave.  No freedom.  No free will, only penance for being unworthy in someone's eyes.  How can a musical environment be unsupportive?  Well if I must reflect back to times of strife, you can get a gig on a barge where they are so set in their ways, they are not interested in a new interpretation of the established music.  The gig has been played the same way for years.  Why change it now?  Why question the repertoire?  Why not just make the musical director the star he wants to be in the eyes of the guests?  Why contribute to the production show?  Why learn the music.  Instead only lip sync or fake playing the notes on the piano.  Certainly they did that on the Shendor.  Two of the working bands who had sparse hours, the keyboard players didn't play.  They faked their playing along with prerecorded MIDI tracks.  They did not do their jobs.  They masqueraded doing their jobs, and on this vessel that was what was demanded.  "Stand down, comrade!  You didn't really think you were going to get to play your instrument, did you.  Are you going to cry?"  I have two particular feelings about this behavior.  One it is fascist.  Strike one.  Neo-Nazi Hitler genocide.  Two it is gay in the most despicable way possible.  I am not a homophobe, but unlike the rosy pictured painted by LGBT proponents, not every gay person is happy, well adjusted, and content.  Often, and I have found more often they are hateful, self-absorbed, unChristian assholes.  It may not be surprising that an unsupportive musical work environment is cluttered with these types of people.  On this tug boat there are two I can recall.  Both were women, and both were gay.  They out of their own boxes were man haters, and I mean prescripted, hard wired, dogmatically man haters.  It didn't matter what you did, they were going to hate you with a vengeance.  This was their program.  This was their philosophy.  This was how they justified their on short comings and weaknesses.  They dog you, make it inpossible for you to be able simple to do your job, much less excel.  There you have it.  I had a dumb cunt man hater stage technician refuse to bring me a music stand for talent show rehearsal.  This was her job, but she refused for some reason.  I had to call our musical director, and he brought me the stand.  Of course he made me feel like an idiot for making him come bring me the stand.  It was her job.  I guess she wanted me to do it.  Then there was no bench upon which to sit to play the keyboard, no light, and no amplifier.  "Pull it out of your ass, Paul!"  Music is just magic anyway.  Just riff.  Riff it.  Then there was the Magistrate of the Bees, and Jesus Christ reported you to the office for sitting out large swaths of the production show.  There was no music for these sections in the keyboard book.  Just riff.  Make it up.  It was his responsibility as musical director to see to it that music was provided for the players in the orchestra.  That was his job, and yet he chose not to do it.  Instead he whined like a little baby and created animus in the work environment.  It is so easy as a manager to solve problems and avoid personal arguments, but like I have been writing there is a faction of folk who enjoy this filth.  These are the people that never will succeed in the world.  They may kiss ass long enough to get by for a while, but eventually destructive behavior (Trump) will be the death of them.   

What Sex Am I?

My father died a year ago May 6th.  It has been over a year since his passing, and although we have grieved his death I must move on.  That is if those of us remaining want to stay in the running.  So many people in America are tossing in the cloth, and I don't mean Catholic priests.  Easily it is forgotten these priests were practicing Jerry Sandusky's moves with their own alter boys.  If one reflects upon the psychological health of America, we find a dismal remnant of our former glory.  It is disgusting.  The reasons are varied, but mostly it is because of the risen oligarchy.  The rich grabbed the reins and galloped America to hell.  Even candidly as I remember my Episcopal upbringing and education from the University of North Carolina Chapel Hill (also a remnant of its former glory), and even as I try to live a positive, moral, and ethical life, I realize the majority of America is evil.  Evil is a strong word, so I will rephrase.  The majority of America, because of the lure of capitalism, are not honest or fair to their fellow men.  Capitalism is  being ruthless, getting as much as you can, canning it, and sitting on that can.  We have been pulled down the sewer by Harvey Weinstein, Bill Cosby, and the rest because of the simple weakness of sexual impropriety.  When did it become probable that wealth earns you sexual satisfaction?  My friends it is the oldest profession for a reason, and always you will have to pay for it one way or another.  These ridiculous men, who have been incredibly influential in American culture, believe that notoriety and power earn you the right to behave as a sexual predator.  I can think of nothing more adolescent.  I have learned over the last year  many people I admire behave as immature irrational children.  I have learned to separate my admiration for their intelligence and art.  Often they are mislead, selfish, and narcissistic.  This after all is how one gets ahead in a Capitalist socioeconomic system.  One must kiss ass, take it up the ass, break the law, and abandon moral and ethical standards to become wealthy in America.  I have forgotten this, how to be ruthless.  I'm not sure it ever was a part of my vocabulary.  I was taught to be nice, and that means telling the truth, respecting your neighbors, and trying to abide by  ten commandments.  That is difficult, because America evidently no longer is a Christian nation.  Every tangible cultural ritual that has shored up America over its relatively short life has been destroyed.  Simply it is Orwellian.  George was right.  Big Brother has taken over America, and now we know how.  Communism never has ceased to be the enemy of the United States.  Ronnie did tear down that wall, and it fell in Berlin, but Communism staunchly has stayed around.  Now an ex KGB operative with a cunning knowledge of statesmanship has sanctioned the America President.  It couldn't be more obvious, and the entire country is figiting in  disbelief.  It is the only way he could have won the American presidency, and this will decide honest democracy will continue in America.  With this transformation into a Communist state, the rights and quality of life of the middle and lower classes has faltered as has their economic mobility.  To be happy in America today one must be rich.  You must buy your happiness, because the things that once provided have been sacrificed for the wealth of this risen oligarchy.  Clean air, clean water, and an electricity-free atomsphere have become a distant memory.  Our air, which is necessary for human survival, is wrought with aberrant electricity.  Every sense in the human body is being bombarded with manipulative murderous electricity.  Why else would there be no hope for the majority of people who choose suicide?  How can one change wrong on such a global level?   This influence is so far-reaching, so massive in volume, and so unrecognized and misunderstood from effective lobbying, why stick around?  You really have to want it, to continue to live.  Yes, our original immigrating founding fathers had a tough time too.  The Lost Colony didn't make it.  It takes money.  In America now, unlike its original existence providing sustenance for native Americans, we must buy our own survival.  We must buy water.  We must buy clean air.  We must buy happiness, because our earth has been turned into a huge dump.  The world landfill full of the oligarchies' trappings coercing, stealing, and manipulating their way to financial prominence with a blatant and alarming disregard for the health of our Earth.  Truly we must be in the the last days, when each and every day is a fight for our own survival against the established infrastructure meant to support us.  Wages are stagnant, and they will continue to be except for the upper class.  Each time our government raises prices for utilities, insurance, or medical care we get poorer.  Each time a cable company, a cellular carrier, or an insurance company raises their rates, Americans are pushed further into poverty.  Further into poverty we will go until Americans see it and disagree.  A probable revolution.  Poverty is one thing, but the invasion of your psychological sanctity?  Big Brother.  As I am sitting right here right now listening to my new Teac turntable, the needle inexplicably is skipping.  It is of no consequence that it sits on a huge antique bureau atop a hardwood floor on the second floor of our house.  How is it possible that anything could disrupt the stylus on that weighted tonearm?  That is because it is being disrupted through the air by sound waves, massive, long wave length, low frequency sound waves created by General Electric.  It is fitting this one hundred year old company is failing.  Aside from their assault on our mental health through massive pollution, I am mystified by the assault on my humanity.  Is it really American to have to defend one's sexuality?  Never before has this been a public issue.  Never before did being gay become a platform for notoriety.  Tell Bruce that transforming yourself into a woman during your late life crisis doesn't change the reality of who you have become.  You still are a burnt out athlete like many who have trouble reinventing themselves during old age.  You are just a burnt out fag who likes to dress up in women's clothing.  I have nothing against homosexuality.  Like Queen Latifah says in the film "Living Out Loud," homosexual men possibly feel more than straight men.  Often they are more gentle.  As such it is possible they have more of an affinity for the expressive arts than straight men.  Cole Porter.  Pyotr Tchaikovsky.  Leonard Bernstein.  Aaron Copland.  Who really cares what their sexual preference is?  It didn't dominate their lives, their homosexuality.  Often they prefer BOTH sexes.  What bothers me is that because I am single, because I have not bought into the marriage sacriment, I must defend my heterosexuality.  It seems because I am not having it reinforced visually daily by a worker, another person responsible for showing the world that I am straight, that I must assert my heterosexuality in a much more powerful way.  Was this what God intended?  Is this why I am supposed to get married, to keep away the gay men?  When I do indulge in my own heterosexuality by allowing myself to remember that there is an innate biological nature that provides this for me, I feel challenged by the norm in American society.  Truly the LGBT movement has made great strides, undermining the human psyche, the ID, and our animal instincts.  Throughout time they have been extremely comforting in times of duress, when we are so heavy laden that allowing God to step in provide comfort is welcome.  It is the nature of God's love, and yet today we no longer have this comfort.  We must doubt our own biological nature.  We have taught our children to be vain, narcissistic, and juvenile.  They have been immune from any school of hard knocks that built America.  Get in line Bruce. P.S.  Not to mention that FB sold out in a microsecond to Russian mob interests to make their fortune.  Is it possible to say, "I'm sorry" for selling out the American people? 

Ten Telltale Signs Your Nation Has Regressed Back to the Plantation

1.  When shareholder dividends take precedence over workers rights and salaries.

2.  When the United States Military is used internationally as a private security force to enforce corporate earnings.  

3.  When the war economy usurps the desires of the middle and lower classes.  

4.  When the majority of the Gross National Product is shelved in tax sheltered foreign banks stifling economic mobility rather than circulating in the American economy.  

5.  When failing United States corporations coerce clients at the expense of public health safety.  

6.  When bigoted, cavalier, inexperienced law enforcement officers abuse and murder innocent civilians.  

7.  When corrupt lawmakers manage the Federal Government. 

8.  When the Supreme Court becomes bought and paid for.  

9.  When the arts become impotent, insignificant, and manipulative.

10.   When the media becomes an entity of the state.

A Short Story

It is not often that I have nightmares, but when I do they are unrelentingly lucid. It is as if I am living a surreal, threateningly suspenseful, parallel life that should be a novel.  My job is to resolve the issue, integrate with the indigenous population, and survive.  It is not rocket science.  It is just life, life in Fayettenam.   Several times I was expeditious enough to write them down.  A recurring theme in these lucid dreams is duping local yokels, and I don't mean duping in the sense of pulling the wool over their eyes.  I mean excavating a foundation for you own life in the midst of a local controlling faction that in all probability never has traveled to another place.  This doesn't necessarily mean hillbilly.  There are plenty of intelligent local yokels about.  Most of them have money, and hence they have influence on local politics.  In my dreams it is made clear to me after a lifelong pursuit of personal fulfillment that a small group of affluent men control most things.  Often they are bisexual.  Often they want to have sex with your, or at least they are intrigued by your rebel presence, want to sample those goods, or feel privileged enough to be able to have sex with you if they want to.  They after all are in control.  I am able to thwart these men for the most part with college-bred sensibility.  It is called intelligence.  Luckily I was reared in a God-fearing family with Christian values and manners.  I have no real need to commit crimes, lie, cheat, or steal, because I have learned through education that these iniquities in the long run will cause you distress.  I have an instinctual feeling that the FBI is trying to dig up dirt on me.  It may or may not have something to do with the Gulfstream jet which frequently flies over the top of our home.  This is no coincidence.  I have written about Leon Panetta's CIA jet before.  These organizations don't have much else to do but fly around America spending the taxpayer's dollars.  This is no delusion of grandeur.  This is no psychotic hallucination.  Within five minutes of exiting my house to water the garden, no matter what time of day, this jet appears flying directly over the top of our yard.  That is an example of clockwork.  I walk outside to water the garden, and this Gulfstream jet appears.  I must be really special, a real threat, or else the CIA takes pointers from my gardening skills.  I have a nice tomato patch.  I am getting tired of flipping the plane the bird.  I guess they are tired of seeing me flip them the bird.  Better yet they have nothing better to do than waste the taxpayers dollars.  L3 Communications has their own dollars, and yet also they come from the American taxpayer.  They are one of the largest defense contractors in America, hence their money comes from a private contract awarded by the President.  Often not upon are they bid.  Who cares?  Their jet wash is a small percentage of the dross that pollutes Cumberland Country.  Dig as they may, there are very few skeletons to be found in my closets.  I never have had sex with a child or another man, although I have slept with another man's wife.  Only was it with their consent.   Never have I buried dead bodies, although I dreamt of it least night.  Of one of the many apartments I rented in Columbus, somehow I made my way back.  There were the seams in the floor above where I had dug shallow graves to hold the dead bodies.  Somehow that group of Ohio oligarchs got it in their mind that I had taken their satchel full of money.  John Freeman and I had been joyriding on those winding roads north of Columbus.  I had been going to fast and my Toyota Tercel unibody wagon flew off the road and into a tree.  The next thing I remember is waking up in Duke University Hospital a year later with my wounds healed.  There was a slight scar on my neck, but all-in-all I was whole.  Completely recovered but with no memory of the accident.  The statute of limitations had passed as years passed, and the whereabouts of the satchel of money became a legend.  Still those bisexual men in Columbus somehow thought I knew where it was.  I thwarted them, and they didn't mind. 

Great Classical Music

In no specific order the music I have enjoyed on WCPE and purchased online in the last two years:

Saint-Saens-  String Quartets 1&2

Shostakovich- Lady Macbeth of Mtsensk

Mozart- Die Entfuhrung Aus Dem Serail

Brahms- Serenade No. 1

Bach for Brass- Laubin Brass Ensemble

Handel- Concerto Grossi Op. 3, Les Musiciens Du Louvre

Sephartic Journey- The Cavatina Duo

A Christmas Flourish- Hannaford Street Silver Band

But Not Forgotten- Music by African-American Composers
     for Clarinet and Piano

Dvorak- American String Quartet, Emerson String Quartet

CBS Masterworks Dinner Classics, The Christmas Album

Voices of Light- Richard Einhorn

EMI Classics- The French Album, Perlman Edition

Cameron Carpenter- All You Need is Bach

Wynton Marsali- Carnaval, Eastman Wind Ensemble

Albert Hurwit- Symphony No. 1 "Remembrance"

Aaron Copland- Quiet City

Repast Baroque Ensemble- Carolus Hacquart

Rebel- Violin Sonatas

Chopin Nocturnes- Earl Wild

Finzi Clarinet Concerto- Richard Stolzman

Rimsky-Korsakov- Night on Mount Triglav

In the Arms of the Beloved- The Music of Richard Daneilpour

Cello Concerto- Edward Elgar. Yo Yo Ma. Andre Previn

Cesar Franck- Psyche, Ravel- Rapsodie Espagnole, Debussy- Danse Sacree et Profane

Richard Strauss- Wind Concertos (oboe)

Hayden Symphony No. 6- The Hanover Band

Tchaikovsky, Prokofiev, Bartok, Piano Concertos- Emil Gilets

I Got No Kick Against Modern Jazz, She's Leaving Home- McKoy Tyner

Michael Brecker- Ballad Book

Bob Marley- Talking Blues

Bravo Brubeck

Bob Florence- Another Side Quartet

Sountrack from "The Russia House"

Soundtrack from "Leaving Las Vegas"



 

Touche of Medusa

Mrs. Beezleworth slid her petticoat down her thighs and stepped out of them.  The smell of burning rose wax permeated the evening air and a gentle breeze made the candle's flame flicker.  She kicked the undergarment out from under her hosed feet and slid her fingers under the waistband of her panty hose.  Panty hose and a petticoat?  It takes much vintage clothing to make a harlot she thought to herself.  Is a role on Broadway so important?  Yes.  She rolled down her hose until she was wearing nothing but her high waisted cotton granny panties.  These are so sexy she thought.  (But they are comfortable, especially when running about onstage.)  "You could carry your lunch in those," Dannon exclaimed from behind her dressing curtain.  "That's not all I carry, Love."  "Show me, Ms Moneypenny."  "I will."  Dannon slid from behind the curtain and crawled naked into her bed.  "Naked," he said.  "Yes dear, I know.  Give me a minute."  She exited into the bathroom and returned minutes later her face covered in cold cream and wearing her dressing gown."  "I'm a picture, huh?"  "Yes, he said."   She dropped her robe and like a heathen goddess made her way to the bed."  "If I didn't know better, darling, you could be Medusa."  "Medusa with the best mouth on Broadway."  "Touche."

Rex Tillerson Former Secretary of State

Professor Tillerson left his office early that night still reeling from the humiliation of being fired by a presidential tweet.  His head down making a beeline for his Ford sedan, he drove home and phoned Exxon/Mobile.  "Dan?  This is Rex.  Raise oil prices.  I don't care how you do it.  Frame it spring demand."  "Yes sir."  Tillerson hung up the phone and walked over to his antique bar, poured himself a Scotch, and sat down in his leather recliner.  His humidor in reach, he opened the box and took out a sublime Havana cigar and fired it up.  "Mr. Tillerson?"  "Yes, Sabrina."  "President Trump is on the line."  "Tell him I am busy."   

A Short Story About the Vanstory Hobo

Like most newsworthy, spongeworthy, James Worthy events, the departure of L3 from their portal located behind the Fayetteville Harris Teeter was innocuous.  For a decade the barricaded DOD building in close proximity to L3's transmission station operated in anonymity.  An Arms Room managing and planning weapons distribution for the United States Army completed its tasks under the close surveillance of two Beechcraft King Air 350 planes making lazy circles in the sky.  Unfortunately the location of the DOD compound and its accompanying L3 communications pod bordered the Vanstory Hills neighborhood including its elementary school.  The combination of high profile spoiled brats, a local flasher, and million dollar surveillance aircraft fused to create a local legend, the "Vanstory Hobo."  He often was seen climbing trees, building shelter out of vines, and otherwise ignoring recalcitrant rich children.  His steadfast animosity infuriated the children, and they concocted an urban legend who ate human flesh, terrorized rabbits, and had sex with neighborhood canine.  The DOD became fearful of the urban legend and that with his newly found powers may penetrate the walls of the DOD building and steal information for release on Wikileaks.  After months of endless fear and trepidation, the DOD decided to move their facility to a more secure location.  L3 followed although their Gulfstream jet often can be seen flying over Fayetteville as many as four times a day.  Legend has it they still are looking for the Vanstory Hobo as their mundane jobs crunching statistics for General Mattis become tiring.  It has been heard the Vanstory Hobo recently resurfaced planting a viable vegetable garden, planting herbs, and playing classical music outside. 

Fayetteville's Shit on a Shingle

There can be no greater erroneous supposition that usurps the active cognition that pizza in the south is more than doughy mush covered in menstrual fluid.  In fact that would be more tasty and more appealing.  Then again if menstrual blood on a bun were to become popular as a foodstuff, the General Assembly of North Carolina would want to control it.  They probably do, and that is why Papa John, Dominoes, and Marco's all agree upon serving the same revolting combination of wet diapers, scrotum cheese, and menstrual blood.  I guess if you have eighteen dollars, haven't eaten in three weeks, and are a Zombie then that recipe is for you.  Welcome to Fayettenam.  After capitalizing on Little Ceasar's five dollar pepperoni hot and ready for over a year, it was time for a different flavor.  Three strikes and your out, of pizza forever.  Two strikes here, and both are insulting enough to tell you straight to your face that the three dollar "delivery" fee does not go to the driver.  Why are we paying a fee for delivery if it does not do to the delivery person?  This is the Conditions of America it her best.  As Eric Cartman would say, "Send down the lubrication guy, because I liked to get lubed before I get @#$%3ed."  That is pretty bold.  We will deliver a putrid, waxy, nauseating, pile of dung on a wet shingle to your door covered in menstrual blood, and charge your three dollars more that by the way, "Doesn't go to your driver!"  He is free to harass you about the three dollars he doesn't see from the pizza sale.  I have no doubt they are instructed to tell you that they get none of the three dollars listed as a delivery fee.  In the future, as I look at the lovely images of deformed children begging for money on SONYHD, adamantly and with fervor I will not give the driver a tip.  You need to negotiate that with your employer.  Instead they condone the harassing of customers by irate poor pizza delivery droids.  I guess once again I am behind the curve.  I am down on the lip of the bell curve.  Slow.  Behind the times.  We don't order pizza, and know I know why we no longer order pizza.  Like everything else now I must create my own self made pizza.  No problem.  My tacos are better than any tacos in Fayettenam.  It doesn't take much.  Fresh ingredients.  A little effort.  In the pizza war (and I am resisting the urge to down a half bottle of hard liquor to forget my troubles) the South is askew.  I have visited the birthplace of Pizza, and that pizza wasn't much.  They raved about it, mostly because they were eating it at the birthplace of pizza.  It is the Italian port city with canals.  Venice.  "Ah, Bach!"  Venice was a toilet bowl, and its cobblestones hurt my feet.  I do wish I had appreciated the sculpture and architecture of Italy more.  The pizza was awful, but not as bad as the pizza in Fayettenam.  A wet diaper covered in menstrual blood.  A five hundred degree pizza stone will cook a pizza in a few minutes.  That is the trick, and a wood or coal fired brick oven is best.  The crust should be thin and crackly, crackly like a cracker, a mulatto cracker, white with black spots.  It could be New Orleans pizza.  The thick, coating, heart stopping fake cheese is naught.  That was Papa John's tonight.  A wet diaper covered in a waxy film of fake cheese covered in menstrual blood.  Here we are in Fayettenam, a Zombie-infested irradiated toilet bowl of chemicals in Cape Fear swamp water, and people are dying in droves.  If I were not sick and tired, it would motivate me to grow as a person.  Fayettenam is good at killing.  Any town with any High School that has a group called "Remembering Our Lost Friends....."  Dead people.  Our dead people.  People who die way before their times.  Up Jacksonville way, Camp Lejune once cleaned all of their war machines with powerful solvents and dumped them on the ground.  Those solvents made their way down into the local water table, and people started dying.  Birth defects.  Cancer.  Death.  It went on quite some time before it was settled.  Take a look at Fort Bragg.  A tributary of the Cape Fear River runs directly along the top border of Fort Bragg.  It is a stones throw from Pope Field.  Often I have wondered if they take or dump into that tributary.  As human beings we never have been able to drink the water.  First it was duck poop.  Then beer was discovered and solved this problem.  Since then we have been drinking beverages other than water for good reason.  The only thing I do with Cape Fear swamp water is bathe, and I keep it on my body for the shortest time possible.  For cooking and drinking I have been using good quality Florida aquifer water for a few years.  Spring water.  Not purified water.  Not twice distilled, backwardly osmosed, doubly filtered horse piss.  Water distributors like Nestle can purify tap water and demand you tip their delivery people because they don't see a penny of the delivery fee.  This is America. 

The Demise of Main Stream Capitalism

America deeply is ensconced in the bowels of evil.  The putrid feces of jive is swirling so thickly around us it is difficult to see the surface.  I am just below it, the sunlight an opaque hue that mocks and angers me.  There only is so much one can do.  Rage against the machine?  

American Motive Stepford Wives

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

It doesn't seem to matter.  The power structure of America has grown so askew, man has become but a speck of dust.  Cumberland Country is the only county in North Carolina which did not add population.  Urban sprawl has become prolific, and the situation is the perfect metaphor for the collapse of America.  I won't go as far as to say as Capitalism has collapsed.  It has not, but the socioeconomic system of America, mainstream America, the America most of us know and grew up in, has failed.  That is because there is no mainstream.  There is nothing binding together the American masses.  How can a country, much less a state, a city, a county, or a town exist with no commonality?  Commonality is the backbone of civilization, and we have forgotten this.  Thus we have no art.  We have nothing.  We have the rich and the poor, and sadly America has become a third world country.  It was inevitable.  Our middle class is forgotten, integrity no longer is an asset, and ingenuity no longer is rewarded in wage.  We have become a slave labor force, and we are paid to shut up.  "Be silent, be still.  Be silent, be still."  Laney Boggs.  It is disgusting.  I live in this country, and there is nothing before me that suggests anything of value.  Contrarily America is a maelstrom of anarchy, chaos, and destruction.  I have a theory about this decline of America, and directly it is related to the decline of mainstream Capitalism.  Again I will not say that Capitalism has failed.  It has not.  It has created for the rich, and these rich have forgotten with their billions that although they can continue to live on these billions, the longevity of America is reliant upon cooperation and a common ideal.  Therefore today's rich in no way care about America now or her future.  They are shallow opportunists and are doing what Republicans always have done.  Get what you can, can it and sit on the can.  America's can is overseas, in Geneva, and in Grand Cayman.  Until that money is freed up and invested back in America, we will continue to spiral downward back to the slave society as we began.  This too is inevitable, unless the masses protest.  All ready we are working at slave wages.  Each time it is announced yet another rate is rising, a utility, an insurance premium, or a tax, what were mainstream Americans become poorer.  Slowly and silently we are being forced into poverty.  What I don't understand is how Cumberland County, the only county in North Carolina that did not grow in population in 2017,  is allowed 
to be irradiated.  There is a tangible reason why Cumberland Country did not grow.  Visit it.  Hang out.  Stay a while.  Relax, or rather try to relax.  Alcohol is necessary.  Alcohol is necessary.  Alcohol is necessary, and the prudent business owners know this.  You will not be able to relax without help.  I would prefer a Rub and a Tug, but that is illegal.  Our prudent, corrupt, self centered, and self righteous state assembly members want to control everything.  If it has the potential to make money, they want to control it.  So in a nutshell is the problem with America.  This is why Capitalism has failed to work for the mainstream, and this is why no longer is there a mainstream.  Small businesses and public education have been abandoned, therefore creating the third world hierarchy of rich and poor.  If we do not educate our populace, and if we do not support small business, then the rich forever will proliferate.  This has been the plan all along since W.  It seems to have begun with W.  I used to think that W. was the devil manifested in human form.  Now I feel the devil manifested in human form is Mark Z.  W.'s people pushed him as their American president to enable the rich and forget the rest.  I am tired of fighting for it.  If my country will not afford me a reasonable living with my knowledge and talent, then why should I fight?  The answer is survival.  Like Generation X I don't give a shit.  If when you work harder they beat you down more, what's the point?  Kurt Cobain.  You become a martyr.  I almost have adjusted to the idea that not all of us are to prosper in America at least monetarily.  Jesus was poor, and He was alright.  I am alright being poor, but it is a drag.  Never have I been able to choose my own car.  Never have I been able to buy my own bedroom suite.  Never have I been able to design my own kitchen.  Never have I been married.  Never have I had children.  I have missed a lot of things, and yet I am not disgruntled.  I am not bitter, but I am longing.  It comes and goes.  It comes when my community, as small as it is, feels the same.  Because I am a support mechanism, I am not at liberty to exercise freedom of choice.  It is a unique and challenging state of grace.  I am not bitter, but I am restless with the prospect of not doing many of the things others have done.  (The radiation just began again.  It stopped for a brief moment, and my eyes were clear)  There is a lowly, uneducated, undeserving slave with his hand on the switch.  An affluent family is telling him what to do for slave wages.  Fighter gets fly over my house continually.  Helicopters thunder all night long.  Diesel trains operate non-stop.  Although America is not at war, Cumberland Country is at war, and no one wants it.  They do not want to live here.  That is why this county is the only county in North Carolina which did not grow in population in 2017.  We have a massive war machine.  We have 65,000+ soldiers preparing for war, and yet Cumberland Country is not at war.  Why should we have to live like America is at war?  Unless you exploit the training soldiers, why cannot we live a peaceful and serene life like others?  Move they would say.  I am not at liberty to do that at the moment.  For two weeks straight we have been irradiated, irradiated with electricity, vibration, and cancer-causing bile.  Gen X and other chemicals are in the Cape Fear River.  The "vibe" of Cumberland Country could not be worse.  It is if Elon Musk has pointed his supersonic laser directly at Fayettenam.  We are under scrutiny.  We are being scrutinized.  We are smuggling drugs.  We are trafficking juveniles.  We are committing murder, all because mainstream capitalism has failed.  When mainstream capitalism fails, a community ceases to produce.  When the parts of the puzzle do not fit together and support one another, the image deteriorates.  The fall of mainstream capitalism is because of the demise of domestic manufacturing, the demise of the production of textiles, the demise of the production of furniture, and the demise of the production of appliances.  It is because America's manufacturing jobs were out-sourced to Jihad.  We gave up on Americans, Americans who fought for and deserved a living wage.  We sold out America in the blink of an eye when Bill Clinton singed NAFTA.  Many South American economies collapsed, and many South Americans lost their life savings all in the blink of an eye, the flick of a presidential ink pen.  What is left?  What will you see if you travel across America?  What do you see in Cumberland County?  Strip malls.  Urban sprawl.  Green spaces that rapidly are disappearing.  Growth.  The only time growth is necessary is when mainstream capitalism has failed.  

American Motive Stepford Wives

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

The Graveyard of the Infidels and "The Manufacturer"

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


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

The N.R.A.

One question has yet to be answered.  Who are the NRA?  It is a difficult question.  We might be able to learn from Dr. Michael Burry's example.  He read the mortgages.  Is it possible to read the roster of this civil rights organization?  From the small amount of research I have done, they are a pro gun organization with three million members.  I have been trying to figure out who these people are.  If their lobby is so strong in Washington, there must be some heavy hitters in their league.  This question is simple.  Who in America believes that citizens should be able to possess assault weapons?  I am guessing the term assault weapon is a generalization in the view of the NRA.  They must be fundamentalists who are staunch supporters of our American Constitution.  Americans have the right to bear arms, because our history (as are the histories of most nations) is littered with war.  When war presents itself as a metaphor for our freedom, we must fight.  This is a postulate of survival.  Therefore a no gun America is not and never will be an option.  Our own militias defeated the British to earn our freedom from imperialist rule.  It is naive to think that America or any nation could exist without protections.  Australia is a nice pipe dream, but who has been there? Australia is not America.  It was a British penal colony truly that is hidden down under.  Other than recently discovered minerals, they  produce no products.  Therefore their global influence is minimal.  I respect them for banning guns, and I laud their result, much less violence.  Australia is not America.  We are guaranteed the right to possess guns for our own protections.  The issue is how to we keep these guns, often killing machines on steroids, away from our youth.  Further how do we keep these killing machines on steroids away from our youth who suffer from acute mental illness.  I do believe that the probability of violence is less if their were fewer guns.  Never will this happen in the United States, so we must accept it.  The question once again is who are the NRA?  Who feels Americans should be able to possess assault weapons, weapons formerly made available to our armed forces to protect America in case of war?  Does the NRA believe that it is likely America will be invaded from the North or the South?  While we have fought Mexico, most Americans probably would agree that we will not see an invasion of America from either country, Mexico or Canada.  The GNP of Canada is weed.  Sixty percent of their economy comes from the growing of Cannabis.  Do we really feel threatened by South America?  Ronnie did.  Those damn Commie bastards running drugs in Central America.  Please.  The likelihood of a domestic invasion in America demanding we defend ourselves with assault weapons is marginal.  Strike one.  The remaining answer is that assault style weapons will be used to defend ourselves against our own government.  That is ironic.  If this is the philosophy of the NRA, then it is ironic that they lobby the very body of people against whom they will be fighting eventually.  Trump's head is spinning.  This is what leads me to believe that the NRA is a shell organization.  It is a facade.  The real answer is no one cars about who will use assault weapons.  They only care that the AR-15 is the biggest selling gun in American history.  That means that the goons who support assault weapons never have thought about its implications to mentally challenged teens.  They could care less.  All they know is the selling of these weapons is making them money.  Thus the definition of current American Capitalism has been cemented.  We are not smart enough of a nation to think through any philosophical issue, because it only matters that we earn enough money to support our greed.  Greed is all that America has become.  The NRA is the gun industry, and they sell guns however they can.  It is that simple, and they are not that smart.  It is like Fayetteville, rednecks with money.  There is no point in trying to argue with stupid. 

The Nation of Child Genocide

I don't feel like writing at all.  My last two nights of sleep have been torturous.  Now I don't mind the sounds of the bombs bursting in air. Finally the local news reported a story confirming the Marines are in Fayettenam.  No surprise there.  They come twice a year, and you know it.  Is their activity related to my torturous sleep?  "Yes and No," as Wayne Shorter might say.  When Army men are returning from deployment they fly in covertly at night.  Their flight path is directly over our house.  Yea!  When I can't sleep, and I keep feeling constant vibration through the roof.  Well, you can "Imagine," as John Lennon might.  Living underneath an airport flight path.  "Get 'er done.  Get it done."  The bombs now are a comfort, like they were this morning when multiple diesel/electric locomotives were operating in close proximity.  It begins at 5:00 a.m., and it continues most of the day.  When am I supposed to sleep?  Ask the CEO of CSX-T or Norfolk Southern.  No one regulates their industry.  They operate with impunity protected by the Interstate Commerce Commission.  I'll bet not a millennial has heard of this body.  If and when I criticize either of these organizations, they punish me more.  "Think this is bad, sonny?  Take some of this."  As my broken record repeats, whence is this disturbia coming?  Disturbia is a film staring Shia Lebuff.  That is an interesting name.  Evidently he allowed himself to be raped as part of his art exposition.  We have multiple choices here in 'Nam.  Honeycutt Marshalling Yard, Fort Bragg, NC.  River Terminal, Fayetteville, NC.  DAK, Americas, Cedar Creek Rd., NC.  Milan Yard, Fayetteville, NC.  Downtown where the Aberdeen and Rockfish, the N&S, and CSX-T SHARE a small switching yard.  Take your pick.  Trains galore, and it begins at 5:00 a.m.  Most people think I am crazy, but musicians are more sensitive to sound and thus low frequency vibration.  Sound is vibration.  How about sound and vibration you can't actually hear?  Oh yea!  Conspiracy.  No, the root cause of many illnesses still yet undetermined.  Undetermined.  Enough of that.  I feel like shit thanks to this.  My sleep pattern and thus happiness are relegated by rail companies.  Here comes another wonderful flying apparatus now.  At least I can hear and maybe see them.  I am reflecting on the history of America.  That is stark and painful at most.  Slavery.  Racism.  Enough of that.  I am reflecting on the philosophy of America.  For what do we stand?  Does anyone know?  Can anyone say?  We are imperious.  We have gone to war for South Korea and South Viet Nam.  We have gone to war for and against Iraq and for Afghanistan.  We fought the Spaniards.  We fought Mexico.  We fought the British.  We fought ourselves.  When did America lose track of her charter and the Constitution?  When did we lose track of our Declaration of Independence?  Now Americans should be declaring their independence from Washington, DC.  I can't think of one mission statement from Washington that remotely is related to the charter of the United States.  Build a border wall to keep out Mexican immigrants?  Please.  Washington, DC imports the majority of drugs into the U.S.  Washington created ISIS and all of its preceding factions.  We are at war with ourselves, because the defense industry is raping Americans.  They have to create altercation to justify their industry, an industry of war.  I have a simple question.  Does anyone in America truly believe that our armed forces, if asked, would support the American people over Washington, DC?  In Washington is their chain of  command.  Their jobs are dependent upon W., not Bush W., but Washington W.  I am surrounded by the military on all sides.  While I do not scorn them, I cannot trust a body of individuals how are indoctrinated to take orders from a chain of command originating in W., especially with Dump as the Commander in Chief.  What evidence do we have as a nation that our armed forces will or are capable of protecting the American people domestically?  By domestically I mean on our native soil.  In America.  Here.  Would we need hundreds of thousands of troops and munitions.  Simply put, neither the police force or the United States military have been able to protect innocent black men or our school children from genocide.  That is not comforting.  When is the last time you can remember when the military was engaged in a domestic dispute?  Kent State?  What happened?  The National Guard was deployed and they killed innocent protesting college students.  What happened in Waco, Texas?  The most recent memory we have of any issue on a domestic level was 9/11.  Hundreds of local police and fire fighters swarmed the twin towers and were killed in its collapse.  That was and is a tragedy.  Was it smart?  You can live or die, and some choose to die in blind allegiance to our flag.  What history of success does America have in protecting her people?  Islamic suicide bombers infiltrated American air space and flew planes into the World Trade Center towers.  This would not have happened if the original W. had not been President.  Our most recent history has been the most incompetent politicians have been elected President.  What does this say about America?  We have lost faith in the system?  No one cares enough to vote?  Party specific gerrymandering has run rampant.  Our court system has become partisan and corrupt?  Dump won the American Presidency losing the popular vote by three million votes.  How is this possible?  What is the electoral college, and who are its representatives?  Is it fair?  The answer is unequivocally, "No" if Dump won the Presidency.  Luckily the stench of this corruption is noisome, and local state attorneys have caught wind.  Lawsuits have been filed, and the Democratic National Party is rallying its troops.  We need this.  I don't trust this nation.  I can't have blind allegiance to a nation which in my lifetime has not proven its honesty and value.  Our political system now elects representatives who represent only themselves.  Somehow the governing body of America has become its own entity no longer representing those that attempt to vote for them.  The system has become so corrupt that citizens have turned their cheeks.  Downward has America spiraled.  It is difficult to find anything good about America.  We cannot protect our own school children from genocide. 

Growth for the Sake of Progress

There are a lot of questionable professions in America.  Certainly the most questionable is that of a Wall Street Broker, a yuppie sitting in an ivory tower buying and selling companies.  Never have I really experienced this phenomenon until now.  You must be older to have seen some things like your hometown being whored out like a two bit hooker.  Oops.  What did I mean?  I mean at a certain point in life, a particular generation has something to say.  This is not new.  It was quite a while back when unethical Wall Street brokers began breaking America's balls.  Suddenly pensioned long time employees not far from retirement were cast out with nary a thought.  Devoted, diligent, loyal employees who had been working at companies for twenty-five years looking forward to a reasonable retirement income were flicked aside with the fickle middle finger of an up-and-coming Wall Street broker.  How is it possible that a small faction of wieners somehow became entrusted with the lives of American workers?  Who gave these men the right to terminate valuable employment and their pensions so they could make a buck?  It is unconscionable that what is purportedly the "Greatest County in the World" has empowered such an undeserving few, Wall Street wieners.  Dicks.  Pricks.  Cocks.  Assholes.  What kind of Congress could adjust legislation to allow such a peanut gallery, a theater of the absurd, or a pack of entitled trust fund babies to control the economy of America?  Hank Paulson?  John Snow?  What kind of country disrespects here citizens, turns on them, and tries to annihilate them with covert biological weapons, biological weapons that are so obvious that no one seems to notice.  The "Bird Flu."  "Flynt, Michigan."  Chemours.  Cancer.  There is no need for WMD.  They all ready exist in mother nature.  All evil has to do is discover and use them.  We have been poisoning Americans for decades, probably centuries.  Cleaning solvents released into the earth.  By products of nuclear energy production.  Tailings from chemical plants.  Why don't we collect the feces and urine of farm animals and spray it on our crops releasing it into the air for precipitation to carry hundreds of miles.  Welcome to "Hog Alley."  Welcome to North Carolina, one of the fastest growing states in our union.  My question is, "Why do we need to grow?"  Adults stop growing.  Eventually they have a say.  Eventually they get to stop being parents, and if America were operating correctly then they could live the rest of their lives in security, peace, and happiness.  That is not the case.  North Carolinians in particular are subject to unwanted growth.  The last thing I need is new growth, a growth on my back, a growth on my lung, a growth in my liver, or new foreigners in our town.  I am not anti-immigration.  The majority of immigrants during America's formative years were not Mexican.  Probably they were not Asian, while there were some "Coolies" working for plantation owners.  At that time these cultures were viewed as inferior and thus subservient.  Ouch.  "Put them wet backs and Coolies to work!"  The history of America is not pretty, and we continue to disguise what really is happening today.  It is the same.  Why do we need growth, if America still was operating efficiently?  She isn't.  That is why we need "growth."  Growth.  Growth is real estate developers coming into long standing North Carolina towns and buying up every available parcel of land.  With very little respect for their historical infrastructure, such as Fayetteville, buy up every parcel of land and develop it.  Put whatever new thing you see fit there and call it growth.  Katrina may be the best example.  If its Ninth Ward was destroyed, a low income region populated with ethnicity, why not replace it with LUXURY housing?  Let's venture to downtown Fayetteville, a drug-infested, low income, ghetto and build LUXURY condominiums.  Yea!  Great idea.  So has it been for ages.  Let's draw an economic line of demarcation so stark and insulting that no community could survive it.  Let's build the "Gold Coast," an upper class neighborhood directly adjacent to Savoy Heights.  Built a wooden fence to separate the two.  Let's build LUXURY housing in New Orleans in a place that once was the home for everyone.  Our coast, other than having become a military zone for practice maneuvers, has succumbed to the same ill.  Take our formerly down home, rural, and grass roots coast line, a coast line defined culturally by Pat Conroy, and destroy it and build LUXURY townhomes for the rich to visit a few weeks a year.  There is something wrong with that, and Eminent Domain created it.  That little nugget of W. created legislation not only allows the government to take your property for public use, but allows it to take you property for private enterprise.  This legislation is so Socialist, so Communist, it makes Obama look like Mother Teresa.  Socialist?  Barak Obama was not a Socialist, and those shouting such are thing are the stark raving mad culprits.  Looking for the enemy in America, looks at those shouting from atop a soap box.  Communism has found its way into America, and it began with  W.  We do not need to look for terrorism in Iraq.  Iraq only was a diversion to keep the American people distracted from Wall Street.  My question is, why not build affordable housing?  Why does it always have to be LUXURY?  I hate luxury, sterile furnishings, stiff fabrics, fake prints, and establishment.  If anyone were to take a moment and look at humanity, the human cause, and happiness they will see that the life that has been created in America is the antithesis of instinctual, loving, and thoughtful living.  It is shallow, short-sighted, and unfulfilling.  That is because the few simple things that we need to by happy are not high dollar, like sterile furnishings, stiff fabrics, take prints, and establishment.  The faction has worked long and hard to make us believe these things have value, like an iPhone.  The value of commodities.  That has been the ruse of Wall Street for the last two decades.  Make America think their commodities are valuable and thus devalue things that have real value like music.  Is it implausible that these grass roots things, textiles, furniture, crafts, music, and agriculture may once again be understood for their innate value to human beings.  Believe me in the near future they will.  When hellfire rains down on earth and when solar flares destroy our network of satellites, priorities will be reordered.  The physician who bet against the American economy in 2008 all ready knows this, and he has made his choice.  Potable water.  Take a good hard look at who is polluting our water, and why it may become more valuable in time.  Our campaign slogan.  "Let's destroy it and sell it to them."  I think real estate developers must be the lowest scum on earth.  Again my question is, why do we need growth.  If our system was working the way it always has been, then we would be in good shape.  Then came "Globalization."  Wall Street and Bill Clinton sold out the American people for the American people.  He got himself elected, and empowered Wall Street to raze America.  We will not recover.