Sunday, February 21, 2021

Sleepy Sunday

  lava from the snake's eye when it opens

 on the move but not wanting to and waiting to drip.

 I know when the drop will drop, me and only me, and that's real power. 

when you know shit no one else does

and who doesn't need a little more power?

lies lies lies, of consequence and expense as a replacement

Amerika is the Bull Goose liar of all time, full of shit and shitters and

That Good Ol' Amerikan Way Power

I include myself, in a innocent way

A little, very small, Sunday Joke


Friday, February 19, 2021

The US Justice system, a small experience fraught with bullshit

 "Your education ain't complete until you've done a little time"  according to Jerry Garcia

                                When we finally got here, all of us, I had to spend a minute in the can.

                   I had to turn myself in to clear up an old warrant or I would have been DRAGGED off to the can.

Alcohol caused this, I swear. I walked across the street one day to look over a trimmed apple tree before I trimmed mine. I had been working around the place and using some gin I liked to keep me greased up, had some music playing so I could hear it outside as I toiled, my new "neighbor" did (does) not like many many things he detects that exist outside my aura yet still in me, but the fucking worst was....... he saw me on his lawn and called the cops. I went to court, at the appointed time, and when I checked in they said that I, along with my ticket for trespassing could just go on and get the fuck out of there, and I did.

I got off on a technicality, lousy paperwork by the "arresting" officer. I left for California with my little companion Salsa, the wonder Terrier, who had kept me company for a month or so, the very next morning.

While I was gone, they fixed the paperwork and tried to get me to come back. 

You know how I hurried......

hahahahahahaha

They were waiting for me to come back, and I knew I had a spy watching for my ass from the neighborhood so I jumped their gun and went down to the cop shop, took 160 mg of methadone, and checked in. 

                                       My kid had seen me drug off by cops before and I didn't want to scare him. What fatherhood will do to a guy, yeah? I had never never done that before, gave myself up like that. ( I had a little wifely encouragement as well, for support, you know?) I figured that they probably would cite me out in a couple of hours. 

 BUT

                  Because I "presented" loaded they put me in the detox unit. Ugly, dipped in bloody shit and moaning wino detox.

                                      Mostly my 'morality" is guided by my heart and a book of stories about 9th century Zennish-type hermit monks. And Chogyam Trungpa's shared wisdom in his writing, like say... " Cutting Through Spiritual Materialism."

So check this out...

The spying for the cops lady got sick, cancer. Jess and I didn't even know she was unwell until Bill, our neighbor, (next door) and her husband, came over one day and asked me if I could look in on her during the day from time to time, she had cancer and was almost gone?

  I know (knew) how difficult that must have been for him to ask me. It certainly indicated real desperation on his part, he knew how we felt about each other, she and I.

                               I am, at heart, buddhist and usually, I cannot stand by as another sentient being is suffering if I don't have to, so alright I helped take care of her. Her husband who is a good guy but couldn't control his wife, just like I can't mine, couldn't get anyone to help him enough with her while he went to work anymore, we never knew it but she had been sick for a year and a half.

                      I am home during the day and right next door and the dogs over there like me, so I did it. I am not sure she knew it was me, she could barely talk. I did what I could, a lady from down the street came and helped her with her most private needs... and she passed after a couple of weeks....

                               I made her peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and let the dogs out. She couldn't get up anymore. She was really loaded as she should have been, Hospice came three times a week....

I just sat helplessly with her and let the dogs sit on my lap. They were unhappy. They really liked it when we left the house and checked on her first thing when we got back. They didn't like me to leave when it was time for just me to go

The cops and me?

They gave me 80 hours of community service. I  contacted and paid back a grand to Allstate for a mysterious dent in the hood of a truck I may have walked by and used to steady up for a second, plus a $350 court fine. Probation, self-regulated. They have me down as a dope fiend up here now, too is what I thought. I showed them my prescription for christ's sake...

 Drug war money stats I suspect

The crisis that could be gone with two smart moves by the Feds. Leave us alone. Leave everyone else alone too forever after and even before that. People are never going to stop getting high or fucking, never. 

So..Detox, another hole in the hole of the full of holes criminal justice system.

Why don't they just give the shit (dope) away and let 'em go go go. Some will learn, some won't but that's happening anyway. It would not get worse, the stat is this, 1 to 3 % of the world is getting or is strung out. It doesn't have to be so miserable. Free your fucking minds and then us.

This subject is important to me, I know how to save us but the trouble it would cause during the initial rollout of a sane solution would require kind political people helping real people instead of greedy bastards helping Shanghai chemical cartels kill the tortured and split the money.

It isn't full of important enough beings to fix it, lots of money, lots and lots right there, tax money, the big spigot. Private prisons charge 128 grand a prisoner a year. They ain't worth nothing on the street but lock em' up and we got a big new industry to incorporate. 

All you bootleg Fentanyl lovers should know this... for a winter there was dope on the street in SF hyped as "China White" that was bunk Fentanyl and it gave people a kind of fast moving MS. Yeah, Multiple Sclerosis. 6 of the victims actually did early stem cell treatment in Sweden as volunteers, nothing left to lose so go get the plane. It helped some but not all.

It takes a week for me to feel sick from no medicine so I didn't have to suffer like the people I left behind in there, who had to kick on the floor with a little Tylenol now and then. 19 hours and they let me out with a court date.

I now knew exactly where to go get any kind of anything I may want, The Education of Detox Slim,

 The winos were, well, winoey. Not much to them that night

 What a "solution"

The lesson? 

Fucked if I know. 

I should probably go look for answers in another blog or somewhere. 

Tibet or Lo Mustang  have Oracles that can do it, direct one forwards

I heard there's this street cigarette selling guy in Mumbai who may talk to you , depending.

Chogyam left, with a bottle of gin under each arm.


 He's probably back by now, but I don't know where.

Wednesday, February 17, 2021

resistance or something



                             
         I been as radical in my thought and speech  as I could.
I barely believe anything

           Off and on, I felt beat, couldn't find the right vibe to even feel like it was possible to "win"
   So there was dope, probably there was no way I was going to miss that.
I needed it.
      I had a fuckin' great time sometimes, I met up with poets and artists and radical left guys, 
ran with the Family Dog and the Dead a little, got French kissed by Peter Orlovsky backstage at a Tribal Stomp at the Greek in Berkeley. That was a big surprise. He snuck up on me and I was tripping and thought he was Jayne Mansfield come for me finally.
The beard he had fucked it all up, the good part. I had to leave the show and took another 250 mikes so the walk home through town would sparkle and laugh with me. 
I remember I took my time......

   If there had been a Black Bloc in the street when I was out there.....
actually, they were there, we had different group monikers but I can't recall any Black Bloc before the big party in Seattle.
Pranksters, Diggers, Hippies, Yippies, NLF, FARC,IRA,FSLN, SLA,MOVE, SDS
And, the Mighty Black Panthers, 
yep, all of them were there and more too
 I hadn't read Bakunin yet. Or Marx. So I did that and I am still percolating it
Marx claimed the process is that capitalism unchecked would bring us into Socialism on the natch. 
To repair and save what we can before it's all gone.
So, we'll just have to see on that one
                    I'm a libertarian anarchist screwball hedonistic socialist or something like that with a fondness for the easy life, floating down the lazy river is the closest to; I think, describing my talents
but
 I couldn't have resisted the Black Bloc 
Did you notice I just tried out a semi-colon?

I only "partied" with them once
 Black Blockers
                      in the SF Rally against the bush/cheney,rumsfeld crimes getting going for real. They had us down to invade a sovereign foreign country that didn't do a fucking thing to us that counted, nothing at all
They were a fourth world country by then, all the sanctions the west (except France, bless their little commie hearts)had them under never did squash the Saddam Bugs out of their ultra catered palaces. 
Soldiers found"money huts" full of Amerikan dollars all over Baghdad, small houses stuffed with money and walled shut, no windows either.
Where did all that cash go? I hope they busted them open and walked off with a few grand each, leave the rest for Baghdaders who lived under the Husseins
Ibet the CIA got most of it and used it for bribes and ransom and...and...

                                  It was only going to take 6 months or so to straighten out Iraq, the oil would be ours, yee haw said the little cowboy, hardly anyone or thing will get hurt, we can teach them about bar b ques and Hamms Near Beer, really get them civilized and then teach them about jesus
That was four administrations ago and all three of those shitbags are still free, painting and fly fishing in Wyoming......
Laying Low, like Kissinger had to do
And the whole fucking region is still hot and practically no one thinks they should help the poor fucking people who live(d) there and had to run, or maybe even  worse, had to stay.
Reminds me of the Jewish people trying to get away from the Nazis and that's because it is like it


     The Capitol Stormers ain't nothing new, The Weather Underground bombed it in the early seventies, and the Pentagon as well
A real revolutionary outfit of Puerto Rican people who ducked joining any Amerikan radical left, 
blew up shit, stormed congress once too, I think they even opened up on the room from up in the gallery...1954? ...it's all coming back, appearing before me  now
I don't think anyone died but they hit 5 or 6 people. 
They did not expect to survive the action.
Earlier on, a couple of them attacked the house where Harry Truman lived, they wanted to kill him.
It wasn't the same action, they were earlier, while he still ruled... 
But....the capitol stormers did survive and Jimmy Carter pardoned them.
Nothing new, resistance, 
it comes up whenever people are feeling repressed and lied to long enough
it won't stop unless the repression and bullshit ends
 and good luck with that
evolution runs too slow to save us by growth and enlightenment, the world is going to burn before we get there
then we come back and start over
"life is a game
we're all the same
there is no end"

enough is enough, eye for an eye, don't fuck with me
there's the start for the new national anthem

Hooray for Me and Fuck You goes on all the money both sides