At the moment

 

Today is Veterans Day. 

From me, from the bottom of my heart and even for what the gods of war did to you, thanks for going and doing that for us, it ain't easy or lucrative, you could get killed easier in there than out here, you did what they said, you trusted the brass and the brass bullshitted you, it is the same as it ever was, the young men do the fighting while the old ones all look on. I really really appreciate that you are there, the crazy world is out there as well, and, lying and backsliding along, mostly for money, the integrative propaganda, the manufacturing of the consent to fit the narrative of the moment, get them off my back conferences with the generals, right, just execute and execute exactly and you will be fine, in spite of the reality of the government we are forced to serve, the good and the bad and the middle, you will help push any invader you have to off our shores. It sure goes on for now, like it has before...but...maybe...you guys will change the crap into good ideas like lets get rid of all these nukes...let civilians use Navy shit one day a year, I want a submarine ride, maybe an F-18 to NYC and back in three hours

A 1925 Sunbeam from the British. I would trade my submarine for it.

An "Atmospheric River" was and is moving through town, The Coast of Oregon is soaked, I am telling you, snow is negligible, and comes and goes but the rain is a living operation, gets in everything you don't wrap up good or get a roof over, I spend time every year getting the place ready for the event, it is one big event here, 

The Rain has actually slowed down, and I am hauling ass around here getting shit buttoned up, I had extra time this year and I milked it too much, things are better now but I always have more to do, you get caught up and you get to rest, yeah? Do you think so? Well...rust never sleeps and neither do 700-year-old Fir Trees. They do a lot of shedding, and so do weeping willows, I found an orphan tree in town one day and now it's known as the "Tree of Hate" because that's how my wife feels about it, apparently, it likes to spread around but why would you hold a tree responsible for wanting to grow a lot, what else are they supposed to do??

   So, when saying hold on a sec, or wait a minute,  just a sec, wait up, all of it means... let me think or, I am not ready yet. It is a request shaped like a demand but a polite one, easy to understand and grant the favor...wait one, I'M COMING...settle down now...

Out about in the altercations in town, the new no cash bail, let them go

"I do, yeah. Get a Fed in here and he can shine my left shoe, you get the right, you ready Mr. Badge? Here's the deal. Fuck you. I want a lawyer. I got nothing to say."

 all the lawyers bubbling around the ol' ex-president of the diminishing resources, slow returns getting fast and all kinds of new legal trouble for the big mouth to watch while his lying assball trip keeps sinking,  sliding down the social ladder, the guys he can't ever join, he doesn't have blue blood, watch him go, smiling gently at the folly of the man, imagine, "the lout wanted to be one of us, US!!" said ol' Mitchey Boy, from his perch at the Derby Grounds, "Mint Julep in the first, baby.... "

You do not have the right connections buddy, you ain't right, the Rockefellers and the Metcalfs do not concern themselves with all that, they are mostly "done with it now,  back to normal, you'll get crumbs on your blazer, boy, and remember...you did alright, rose to most of our occasions, we got a lot out of you and if we have to, we can always send the lawyers back into court...Hershell was a great idea, you get all the credit, now we have to get going, you just stay right here, right where you are. We could sure use another Epstein, are you any good at pimpin'? Let's try it, never mind what you want, get up there"

At the park the other day, I was reading a "newspaper' I found in the trashcan, my wife hates it when I fish around in public trash receptacles but I can't help it like a bag lady has to keep one bag at least after she gets cured of bagism, I retain my street cred by remaining interested in "what the fuck is that down there???" Cans are worth a dime around here!!!

 The paper said we are fucked, no change from the last one I saw

I will use a stick and if there are dog poop bags in there, I pass, but I will raid the remains of a drunken beer-soaked park party, gimme those cans, then I give them to the Little League and no, we ain't got a pro coming up yet, around here, but I might make one if I meet a subject worthy of my knowledge, patience and, naturally, my own unique mental acuity.

Right now, I am trying to just stay away from grown-ups, grown-ups do not play baseball, you have to remain a kid until the end of your career as a player and fan. I am a fantasy ballplayer, I fantasize I can still play ball,  but I'll do it, where's my glove?? I don't get to watch many professional ball games because I don't watch television if there are commercials.

Televised baseball has commercials, it is extremely disappointing but you gotta pay the players somehow, right...?

Baseball is a derivative, driven from a British game known as "Cricket" and Cricket is as big a deal to it's fans too, like soccer big.

Here's a free baseball tip, play the infield up on your toes, expect every ball is coming to you, you want it, hit it to me, if you play outfield I better never see you standing still, you keep moving and get the ball  it is ALWAYS useless in the outfield, hit the fucking cutoff man and hurry up, HE'S GOIN'...!!!"GET HIM!!!GODDDAAMMMIIITTT

But...you can talk to grownups like that, if you like them, not kids, them, at ages like 6 to 8...I gave them all nicknames, you gotta have it in baseball, nicknames, you know why? No one else does either, but it's true. I can remember names I thought up but not the ones everyone else does, not for a while, never in a couple of cases, it's psychological and I solved the problem that way, very, very civilized

"Hey, Burger King, get the ball in, no, wait, ok ok, no that's not in, that's out, let's go again, wheres Taco Bell? Wendys, you take first, Carls Jr. on second, Hey Mr. Taco Bell, we have a play here that needs you at short, hustle up...

  I TACKLE THE CLIMATE CRISIS, NO CHARGE, JUST DO IT

 I do have a couple of ideas yet, still,  the climate is above me, but look here, Elon wants to help save us, he is the right guy for the job, too. He is in space, he's building the coolest cars on Earth right now, and he now "owns" twitter which impresses the shit out of me. I am, however, not exactly ashamed or afraid to admit this, I am going to do it though, right here and now, I don't do it. Tweeting. I do not tweet, by cheating I can occasionally, unobtrusively snooping around someone who is doing it, doing the tweet, I am looking on and then, I am shown a 'tweet" between others than me. 

Now, technologically speaking, I am still confused, I actually do not know and I wish I did a lot of things, my mind inquires all right, enquires? E or I, heh?? I say I...

Now, if I was Elon Musk, I am not, don't worry, I am not ever going to impersonate a South African Billionaire, I would very much enjoy all that comes with it, but you can keep all the world savior shit for someone else, Elon is Howard Hughes with an intact mind, even better, I think he is smarter and ...this is big...he knows how to gamble, he knows how to play cards. He is really fucking good at it too, the game he plays, and he ain't scared either, could be good, could be bad...but here is the guy with the resources at his disposal, truly has the wherewithal to help, this space guy can figure out how to scrub up our atmosphere, get the carbon and methane into a frozen block and ship them off to the sun for disposal. 

We will need some big machines to do it, but let em float in space, giant air filters, use the space vacuum to suck all our air through hepa-filters until the gauge reads "Go To The Beach and take off all your clothes, make love with your favorite lover and have a nice dinner by the seawall, throw french fries to the seagulls out the window."

Go to the No Name or Legal Seafood, go ahead, Trump is gone and the sun is safe again, ozone repair service is maintained

I'll arm-wrestle you for it..

then, what about Cuzco', up in them Andes. Walls of Basalt, a mighty hard thing, Basalt is really hard, it gets a 7 on the 10 scales..blocks fit together so perfectly that there is just no way it could be cut and fit like it is...you will not, YOU CAN NOT do this work... with Bronze tools, they will not cut that rock, the rock would break them, easy, I am not positive about this but I will say it anyways, you probably cannot even scratch Basalt with Bronze....no way..simple physics, the simplest of the classificated minorly never thought about physics of everyday living for a five-year-old little baseball fan, just coming up, he could even tell you.

Maybe we could combine a few good ideas here and push our destiny back towards a few more fun and exciting years of enjoyment amongst one another, if you want, you could please leave me a cave in the Canyonlands or close, I gotta meet someone out there some day and I might not want to take a bus that far by then. 

A lot of ancient peoples have "remnants" of their "civilization recognized nowadays and we can spread the information like no one's business, zoom is right, zoom the info (good name for a punk rock band) right to the right places right now. We will pull ourselves out of this crap, we are the end of the "take your chances" epoch and are moving into the true Age Of Aquarius, here are some lyrics;

"When the moon is in the seventh house

 and Jupiter aligns with Mars 

then peace will rule the planet 

and love will steer the stars"

We have been holding on since 1969 when this song, a combo of two songs actually, from "Hair!" the musical that all my friends wanted to go see to see the naked women, we were like..14??

We snuck in to see Allen Funt's Candid Camera big hit,"What Do You Say to a Naked Lady" 

Not one of us learned anything from it except for how to sneak into The Strand Theatre in Quincy , Mass in 1970.

The thing is, or was, is this...we had no idea our grandkids would be able to design their children, genetically enhanced, no more, or very little and maybe even curable, genetically passed horrible diseases from one to another, I get dizzy when I actually sit and think about it, genetics and AI, THE  PRACTICAL WAY TO INSTANTLY COMMUNICATE WITH ANYONE YOU WANT IS ALMOST HERE, call anyone that ever lived, they will make an AI Bank where you can store and save memories, change them if you want, control YOURSELF...and please you guys, c,mon...lets have some fucking fun, alright??

In the oughta be halls of greatest all-time drunken drawling, from John Riggins, professional Hog, to Supreme Court Justice Sandra Day O'Connor, at the super bowl party, from under the table,

"C'mon...Loosen up, Sandy baby."