Trinkets

The van is back on the street again.

Maybe this is the year something will catch somebody’s eye.

Bribery and Blackmail

Both are crimes, and both fall under the pop name of hush money. Moral turpitude is really a rich person’s game, but the American dream is you too can make enough money to play. I guess hush money is like gout, some people handle their uric acid levels better than others.

Over The Top!

Once upon a time, spring was the time of war.  You plowed and planted your crops, the Lord in his castle called up the yeomen class to help make policy.  The women and kids got to do all the upkeep around the farm.

                Now a days, spring is the start of going out to get in trouble.  The Lord is pushing the yeomen to carry out policy.  The women and kids are still picking up the tab.

                When yeomen start trying to make their own policies, they are either called communists or criminals.  The Lord in his castle isn’t going to move out on his own.

                Good thing I’m not a farmer.  I’m more of a you set the policy, you are the first over the top kind of person.

Flocking Behavior

Stories

There are all kinds of stories, short stories, tall tales, news stories, long stories, back stories, and children’s stories.  “There are 8 million stories in the naked city, this has been one.”  I always thought that line came from Dragnet, but I was wrong.

All these stories are filled with characters.  What happens when you realize that you are no longer the main character in your own story?  We all like to think we are, but what happens when that self-actualization turns out to be bullshit.  We are not even a bit character in somebody else’s story.  The surveys from the Neptune Society start coming in the mail.  You’re lucky if somebody takes the time to think of where to scatter your ashes.

Nobody ever stuck the coffee can in my hand with anybody’s ashes in them.  I never had to look around for a place to ditch them.  Nature always took care of the bodies I was ever involved with.  If they weren’t corpses, they went away, or I did.

Like I said, the self-actualization seems to have been bullshit.  I am pretty sure I am not going to make it out alive.  We are already over the 12 million mark above 8 billion people on the planet now.  That can’t be a good thing.  That is just too many stories to keep track of, let alone the ancestor’s crap.

“You stole stuff from your dead family!”  No wonder Disenchanted is so funny right now.

Don’t we all! (creepy laughter off screen)

Hell, we are still paying off their debt to the 3^rd and 4^th generation.

Really need to get over the dead ancestors.

Until they explain themselves!

Tin Bale

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Wildlife Sighting!

They are starting to creep out of their burrows.

Yokohama Circa 1946

from My Father’s Footlocker

Woke

As a half-assed observer of human nature, there is no such thing as “woke” with people. There are a few things that help me verify this. A) The GOP is pushing the idea with the help of The Media. B) In 2016, according to Wikipedia, 62,984,82 people voted for Donald J. Trump. C) I’ve seen the movie Being There.

Chauncey Gardner, he was woke.

Ectoplasm

Nineteenth Century spirit photography in the Twenty-first Century.

The New World

One thing I’ve notice after years poking around in the bushes, trying to get away from it all, is when you get out there, somebody or something has already been there.

Maybe it was fate that drew me into the exciting and challenging field of solid waste management.

Air Drop

Tokyo Rose, Axis Sally, Tucker Carlson.