POOP IN THE PIPES: How to Clean the Land and Save Geniuses

You know what, this writing thing is like cocaine, you start and you don't want to stop. If you can stop, when you want, you are not a junkie, officially. I don't mind being strung out, I have been forever. Might as well might as well, I might as well

Here it is, good news on the medical front, I am fine, do not believe it could be any better sans hitting the high note or making the grade for sexual athleticism, Ranked Number One in the world, I have this place all to myself, and until Friday when Jess gets back from California again. Tomorrow, right after I finish feeding my gorillas, I am trying out for a double a ball club for a small fortune, I say maybe I may need someone to come in and help me clean, but I will cook whatever I want and soon.....

....the cannabutter I am drinking in tea with honey, Tibetan Style, will practically level me with laughter and love...and my bones will cease aching and we are out of propane, we don't want to re-up until August when it's cheaper usually so our best heat is off and I am down to the 220 heaters all over the downstairs here, I am wearing fingerless gloves because it is 30 fucking degrees outside and it is leaking coldness into here, my tea is cooling off already and I am cold cold cold thinking about Russians, don't they know what he's trying to pull on them?

Is Vladimir Putin going to save the American presidency's posterity by making NATO beat the invaders back? I don't think the Russian people, who can get whatever they want on their cell phones, the truth is available there as it is here, it just doesn't belong to the public in Russia, not as much as here I guess, you have to go find out what's what, do not ever count on one source of information about anything, even if it is on sale and sanctioned by the UN.

Once upon a time Vladimir Ilyanovich Putin, wait, no, Lenin not Putin, set up boxcars with stages for plays they put on to explain to the country folks, the peasants, what a Russia was, why they should be proud of it and they belonged to it now, the country. This was a big shift as they always had figured they sort of owned the land not the other way around but they got mostly convinced, why not? They liked the shit from the city and they liked selling shit to the city, rents went way the fuck down, no more czars, it all seemed like a good thing.

The collective was explained and agreed to but then, this guy Trotsky kind of took over for Lenin who was having strokes and bad ideas pretty regularly so instead Stalin appointed himself Numero Uno Party Secretary where since he was a secretary no one worried about him until he killed them, then came ww2 and the Nazi invasion, they were allies and invaded Poland together but, ol' Joe wasn't smart enough for Adolf and almost lost the war. Before that, he decided to kill off all the peasants who "owned the land", they had been on it forever, ever since people were invented but it was time to move up, evolution got there and straightened out the system, kill everyone, take all the food away, keep killing everyone, take some other peoples shit away, I was taught and now have seen that that was the Soviet model of Communism, Stalinism, and it had little to do with what Marx was talking about.

Old Joe took the wheel. He and this really dirty smeg bag named Beria decided all the grain grown and harvested in the great breadbasket of the world, Ukraine, was to be taken away after it was harvested and no one got to eat any. They called it the Holodomor, he killed more people than Hitler, easy. No one knows exactly how many human lives Joe Stalin was responsible for taking and probably we never will. Putin is another one of those guys. He has to go. He should be got. For excellent reasons all my own, I don't kill shit but I can't stop you either, so there.

Winston Churchill, as he pushed the UK in WW2, never liked Stalin. Hitler didn't like commies but Joe weaseled his way in by calling himself a Socialist, good enough for those two liars, and lucky for him he ended up in Berlin with us and not with Adolph in Moscow... German main army groups were almost halfway frozen to death that winter out there around the same river that's accepting all the blood today. The entire war shifted for Adolph in Stalingrad, the middle of the end, but the glimpse of the trouble the Germans were in for doing what Russia is doing right now was enough for the "other" Russia, the one that came from over the mountains all new and ready and they just kicked the straight shit out of the German army over and over until they split Berlin and the rest of Europe with us...

After the war, black and white are different than they were before it. A rent in the fabric of decency, human decency, one to the other has been created that affects some sentient beings consciously on a planet. What I do with my share of the hole is up to me, there are opinions to be discussed, mucho after the war activity about what happened in the war, do we want to do it again? Now, there is a good opening for Ronnie's astrologer to call in on..

If it is nice where you are, you want to stay, right? Maybe not forever, but for growing up, living with a family, you are ok. I try to imagine...I think I am good at this, understanding is not the right word, projecting is closer, see where something is going and maybe get ahead of it or see what's coming as a result of something, simple physics, right? If you do this, then you have to do that....that's what I mean, I can usually tell what's coming. Plane his building, building falls down. Drink beer, take a leak...., A then B then C then D..

A kid from Africa, driven from his home and land and made a refugee because he is a member of a tribe, is relatively safe now and is looking forward to becoming the first NYC Public School System's Chess Grandmaster of the World. He is now eleven I believe, with a birthday coming right up.

I take my mind here, how many other kids like him did not make it, got chopped up by a neighbor, or watched while it happened to another kid. He now has an idea, has an opinion, makes a choice then a decision, and tries to get away, one makes it out and becomes a thing that he could never have imagined before, after a real game of life or death.

This kid is going more places sure, he may become a star, celebrity may smack him up some, but here he is, ready to go.?

While they were still at home, he had never played chess. It wasn't what he was thinking about while they were running, probably he just wanted to go home and his big hope was that he could survive his and his family's time under refugeeship and maybe go home someday.

Then, instead of drowning off the coast of Europe, he got here and someone showed him how to play chess.

Is that luck? How about fate. Both, right place at the right time for a whole host of coincidences and people cooperating and we all get him? If it was God that did that, the motherfucker owes that kid big time. It would never let anyone know it cared so little for a child, any one of them. It ain't, that's why. He would have been fine in his village, only who knows what's going to happen to him now. He probably won't need cattle to get married for. I hope he comes out OK and handles it well.

I read about a woman in Africa (must be Africa day in the pipes) that is recycling plastic, most any kind, into solid building bricks, paving, you know...fucking bricks, solid hard like a rock plastic waste bricks. Tell me, tell anyone who has traveled the country on the ground and seen the plastic shit in the wind wrapping fences across the country, crap blowing in the breeze all over the fucking place, somehow this wonderful person figured out with her own swell Little Master's first chemistry set with scientific research built-in, intricate and a little dangerous, but she did it and there they were making them bricks with her recipe...Take her and her factory straight to the patch in the ocean, tomorrow if you can get it there.

tell me all at once what a bad idea that is and it won't work here..

In Mexico, the Indio blood left in the culture has this inexplicable to gringos trash thing, wrappers fly in Mexico, they have that in their DNA from when everything came wrapped in leaves so you just threw them away anywhere and they decomposed but not m and m wrappers, they don't and maybe never will. Beer cans, too, although the recycling business is working pretty well on those around here.

Here's to Hope

just another Saturday night
I am honoring an old Steve Johansenn poster I found in a box of my old stuff.

The African lady's bricks can save the Mexican Landscape, you cannot tell me that half of Mexico will not be out making trash bricks to make houses, goat pens, keychains, hats, and t-shirts out of and sell in Tijuana and Juarez if they send someone to Nigeria to find her and bring her trip over here, too. I am assuming an awful lot about her. I saw a five-minute thing about her, maybe on a VICE segment.

Right now, today, I can think of six places around here I could use some bricks, more than I have stashed. I would buy hers if I could... like I want to build anything around here I can with TREX wood, recycled milk gallon jugs turned into lumber that doesn't rot.

Maybe I should go get her. I got a passport. I want to go to Africa and walk around. Ginger Baker lived in South Africa, post-apartheid and he liked it.

No, he didn't