anther one

                      What is interesting about me,  my take on wit and wisdom won't fix or change a fucking thing, like if god was here, who the fuck wouldn't know it, huh? Everyone would be in on it, there would be such a presence hovering over us all as it directed us about laughing, I hope. Whose coming to save me? We couldn't miss it, it would be all over us, we would be it, are we already? We got nuclear power, the grasshoppers don't but we do. Is anyone looking for me, again?

First.1.) Relatives*...HaHaHaHaHaHa

most of them are so glad they don't know where I am that they might pay to not find out.

down to

Second.2.) Cops...Nope...you know why?

 Weed doesn't count anymore, motherfuckers. 

Third.3.) Bad Information...Russians?..

could be they are using me to get to you.

Fourth.4.) My country needs me

Timmy got his Gun, it's loaded this time.

Going to Salem, straighten out the Homeless Crisis then, the Salmon

(that is a joke, don't turn me in....)

Fifth.5) My Fate is taking over, it is of the divine, all my activities have been fated to judgment in the court of the Effects of the Grateful Dead. 

Since the first time, I heard the Dead live. hopefully for you, too... realization... I realized then as now, music is the thing that humans were for, we made it already, time to clean up and get some rest. Lots of resting and using music at the same time. Soothe, Soothe, Soothe me, baby, right? Better than "Up against the wall, mother."  Find a hot spring that is still free.....bring a harp and an ax

Sixth.6.) I don't know, yet. There is a giant four-day blues festival coming up here in Portland, Sunday, we get Taj and Chubby Carrier, lots of the Zydeco and second-line devotees will have a good day Sunday, and lots of washboards...Inexplicably I have not gone, yet.

I have justified not going to the Waterfront Blues Festival because I would have to go alone. Jess doesn't care about music like me, it's always too loud for her. 

She did accompany me to one of the best things I went to for a long time, really, really special, Herbie Hancock and Wayne Shorter played three sets at Saratoga that night, one each solo, then one together. We floated home to Santa Rosa, 120 miles up the road we went for that, it has to stand alone though, could never be should never be, compared to anything else I ever went to, but she isn't into it like me.

Seven.7.) "I am ready, ready as a body can be...I am ready for you, I hope you ready for me."

 What about the Reagan Revolution, the original MAGA .Reagan carried 47 states in his re-election bid and I thought then, 'Oh boy, we are actually and literally all fucked up and over.'" .... have we survived the Reagan hole... I found out it wasn't really his, it was theirs, all of them, ours even,, I even have a shelf on the wall going down now, a little carve out I can hold on to for as long as nothing happens.

Ron was particularly demented, sending shitheels down to murder people in Nicaragua, the rebels are commies, we gotta get them and all their land. This demented old man was responsible for secret wars, stagflation, a whole giant pile of important matters of state, Oliver North's insertion into the political fray, just another little man reaching for the bloody stars he could get if he won.

If you look up "Skullduggery,"  there is a picture of the Reagan white house clan, most are dead now, from old age and dementia, maybe shame? I doubt it, they know how to deflect, they have degrees in it, PHDs even

Now, I heard that...

 Nancy, his wife, Reagans' not Norths', was getting instructions daily, daily, from Jean Dixon, a newspaper astrology blurber, (syndicated), and then relaying them to Don Regan, Ronnies ghost that wasn't quite dead yet, who kept whispering them over and over into the president's ear at press conferences. "Go ahead, lie, and then we can go kill them some more. It's OK, Your Mercury is out of retrograde, and your major lines are running right up next to Mussolini's and Idi Amin's so now go make your move...no, wait, let's try this, say that Daniel Ortega is a child molester and sells heroin to kids in Cleveland, we have a video." It would have been a movie then, we didn't have videos yet.

They were all Hollywood buddies, and the State House in Sacramento was now explained to me, It could be clearly seen all over California, what a ride. Ron didn't like the anti-war movement. He loved all that Federal Dough being spent in his town though and he had to at least act like he cared about something that mattered to about 50% of us but not him, to win an election contest is all he ever wanted like The Flaphead,  not ever him or any of his defense contracted friends down at Moffit Field in Silicon Valley minded one bit.

It was beautiful there then, way back then it was just Mountain View and San Jose, fruit and nut orchards, farms to the mountains.

Oh, yeah. Lockheed had a resort there, the beast that ate Alviso

The Reagan kids turned out alright and have been fairly active and for peace in general...

 

America is already in great shape according to real people that know how to look and read it, they know and they don't need to share with anyone, we know and that's good enough for us. The world still beats a path through more and more evil shit to get here. Hell, the border patrol is like the staff on a cruise ship to them after walking from Panama to the border with La Migra, the Coyotes, and bandits, the soldiers, dogs, they gotta work to get here, hard, then pay someone to get them in, which may work but it is about 50/50 the first try, more if you get caught and deported because now they got your picture. 

Today. I am going to tear down an old fence that is surrendering to the elements, as it should, ashes to ashes, right? I am neither disappointed or angry, it is an old fence and has worked itself out now and is retiring all over my strawberries. If I go do it, like I want to, my body will protest mightily and Jess is worried I might have a heart attack or something but you know what? I could croak any second,just like everything else, so I just go do what I want and make sure if I do croak, I can look at the real world, watch an ant, if I ain't convulsing and screaming, maybe in between. 

Don't worry, I don't.

Can't have that.