Flawed Character

He did not like team sports. He was not fond of planned events. They always smacked of conspiracy. ‘Fuck you coach! I am not playing.’

Civilized Nations

Here is a peace plan for Russia’s special military operation,

Russia withdraws all forces from the Ukraine to where they were

before two thousand and fourteen.  Then they start negotiating

to buy the lands they think are theirs.  When the Soviet Union fell

apart, they set the borders in return for the nukes, right?

I realize the ruble is not worth that much, poor economic planning.

Still, the merchant class has been buying up things

without war ever since they rose up around when God-kings

were slaughtering each other over what the peasants

grew and made.  When the middlemen turn

out to be as crazy as the serfs and the monarchs,

deals are the new warfare.  It screws over the common

people because the honchos make the law,

but it is what civilized nations do between

the blood frenzy.

Crystal Skulls

The real silicates around the house are laughing at me, but when I was out shopping for Legos for the kid I picked up a puzzle for myself: a red crystal skull. With the help of a YouTube video, I now have a crystal skull around the place. True, it is plastic, like the other faux human skulls I have in the closet for decorations. Apparently there are different colors out there. The tutorial I watched was a blue skull. But she mentions that they all go together the same.

Sapphires and rubies are kin, red and blue. I wonder if it has something to do with the Doppler effect? Whether the waves are coming or going, but with crystallography involved? Slow glass, and desert glass, how energy and knowledge are stored in alignment in the fermions and bosons. I would say perfect alignment, but nothing is perfect. Miracles and magick are for gods and sorcerers. You cannot trust either because every day they are just trying to keep their crap together. After all, they are just people of one kind or another, and we all know how much you can rely on people.

Well, that has taken a chunk of time away from editing. Prose is not going to wind up on the page without forgetting about the plastic red and blue skulls. Now, a real crystal skull, that is something worth wasting some time playing with.

The Guillotine

It was billed as a merciful means of execution.  But it couldn’t have been pleasant waiting around for the blade to fall.

                I hate to say that anything Donald J. Trump might have said could have some validity, an infinite number of monkeys typing might bang out a novel, and a broken clock is right twice a day if it has hands, but “Bring out the guillotine” sounds like a fine idea.  Set it up on The Mall and start from the top, working down to the bottom of the government.  Then it will be up to the People’s Committee who goes next.

                Ex-presidents, ex-senators, judges, law enforcement, the noisy neighbors?  Who are we going to pick for the committee?  We know that our neighbors are a problem, and we certainly can’t trust ourselves.  I know that I can’t trust me, and I don’t want the job.

                Who is going to pull the lever after everybody else is dead?  Death?

                God isn’t a micromanager, Donald J. Trump sure is, and he is more like a broken clock than an infinite number of monkeys, a time piece that has outlived its usefulness.

                Kind of ironic really, if it weren’t for the rat king floating up from the New York real estate sewer, the guillotine would still be gathering dust in a back corner of the museum of the Id. “Monsters, John, monsters from the Id.”

                We are a long way from the People’s Committee, and our government doesn’t use the guillotine as a form of execution.  We didn’t burn witches, we hung them, like merciful Christians with governmental sanction do.  Our governing system has only just touched on what to do with a criminal president in our government in the last fifty years.  When it did touch on it almost fifty years ago, the executive branch pardoned the executive branch.  The judicial branch didn’t even get a crack at it.

                We the people have a bit of time to see if the judicial branch takes its job more seriously this time and if they don’t, we have a bit longer wait if we the people can be trusted with an election.  A large portion of this population may be pro-crime, so long as they are the ones committing the crimes.  The king rats are firmly entrenched in their colonies and the rat bureaucracy slows down the process so that most of the colony is dead before the king is held responsible for their atrocities. The marriage of Heaven and Hell via bureaucracy. It is impossible to keep the crazies out of the bureaucracy. People tend towards bureaucracy, shiftless creatures.

My hope is that the new People’s Committee wouldn’t have the bureaucracy to slow justice down.  We know how screwed up rats and people are, but maybe this time, the people wouldn’t make a rat king.  And if they did, well we do have an overpopulation problem that we can’t figure out, because we are so special.

               There is an image in my head from some old silent film.  It has an old woman knitting in the front row of the crowd watching the executions during the reign of terror.  She is cackling to herself, “Guillotine, guillotine!” She has seen a whole bunch of nasty people in her lifetime and is probably pretty tired of it.  I think that there is a similar character in the movie War of The Worlds, the one from the fifties.  She is selling newspapers and knitting while calling out “Martians outside of Los Angeles”.  She isn’t cackling, but she is working hard at that knitting.  Maybe we should leave our fates up to the germs like Mr. Wells did, we don’t seem to be very good at it. “Guns, tanks, bombs, they’re like toys against them!” as the general said about the Martians in the movie. The law doesn’t do much against invaders either, especially when the invaders are from within.

The Nature Channel

I watched a nature show over the last forty-eight hours that took place where the brown wood molding meets the plastic white molding of the shower stall.  A tangle of cobwebs appeared with a blond daddy longlegs in it.  Good! It will catch the flies.  All was well.

                Then, a giant bull daddy longlegs appeared and sucked the life out of the other.  It rolled the maybe young other into a thistle cotton of a shroud and then, miracle of miracles, the whole dangling web was gone.  Do bull daddy longlegs clean up after their kills? Or maybe the hope for peace straightens out psyche after seeing horror? After a couple dozen millennium, it is all gone from probably everybody walking around free in the universe, at least as far as I’ve met so far.

Car Radios

I need to change out the CD in my rig, Pink Floyds’ Pigs On Wings keeps running through my head! There is just too much blah, blah, blah across the FM band these days. Some times there is a stretch were all you get is commercials all across the programmed channels.

Wearing Purple

My grand daughter’s favorite color is purple, mine is green. The kid in me is always aware of purple too, especially coming off of a long winter.

Cravings

One thin slice of cheesecake is too little and eating the whole thing is too much. I guess everything in between can be called moderation.

Not Daisies

They look like daisies, but they are not: chamomile. If I had picked it before it blossomed, it would have made tea this winter. The theory is that the vital essence goes into making the flower.

Common Senses

Flowers stand out to the eyes; needles, rocks, and branches are puzzles for the mind.

Photo by C.A.T.