A friend does not believe in the concept of Transsexuality.

Especially when it come to young kids. She felt to force a feminine identity on boys who are really just gay is a crime against them, and an insult to women.

Well I always felt people should just be as they are, and be left in peace.

As for Trans-folks they as I say are who they are. The labels we use today are as inaccurate as the 19th century idea of the "Third Sex". The mysteries of orientation, and identity is only just now being explored. So much we just don't know about how we become who we are. In my opinion we're still lost deep in the Dark Ages of this field of understanding.

Me,...I say, and do the best I know.

As for genders, and orientations I think there are as many as there are people...roughly 7 billion.

As for kids the torment they pretty much 'all' receive from adults is a still unrecognized crime against humanity.

It is not impossible that that putting gender identity labels mistakenly on youngsters may also be a cruelty...we still just don't know.

Like we didn't know medical "Germ Theory" in the 15th century.

Till then the best we can do is be open kind loving, and accepting as much as we personally can.

Stay Tuned.

U.S. President Donald Trump fired the federal government's top lawyer Sally Yates on Monday after she took the extraordinarily rare step of defying the White House and refused to defend new travel restrictions targeting seven Muslim-majority nations.

(Reuters)

From poster...Where was her "integrity" when Obama issued the same order, in 2015?

A consistent habit we have is to judge old sins, and ignore current virtue.

It comes from this nation being originally founded by religious fanatics in early colonial times. Original sin was a big deal with them. This invalidated any good a person might do later.

This prejudice is ingrained in all Americans...all of us.

So much so we don't even realize that's what we're doing. Yes Ms. Yates 'should' have spoken out about earlier offenses, and didn't. However she's doing it now. I do not believe this is hypocrisy rather spiritual Redemption.

We've all been in this,...interesting position I think. I sure as bleep have.

"Life" (...I needed to say this again.)

I am so encouraged by reactions of people around the country, and the world to the "Resident Elects" edicts. The Women's March drew near 3 Million people out into the streets. I don't know the numbers for around the world.

However in this land taken together it was the largest protest event in the history of our Republic.

I don't say this as a chant. It seems it literally was.

Now people at all the airports who are against the Muslim Ban. At so many airports here, and again around the world. I think we're recovering from the shock, and horror of that man's strange election.

Millions are moved to "Move".

However as I've read. This sort of power needs to be focused, and used. Otherwise it will be dismissed. Which is exactly what that man, and his administration, and his press allies have done.

It 'will' be dismissed, and forgotten.

If all it was a gesture, and everyone goes home feeling satisfied.

We can't stop we can't let the power that so many created just drift away as has happened so many times. The Machine counts on us to forget, and let it drift to nothing.

Oh to be a kid again.

Out in the streets as a teen against the Vietnam War, and later in my 20's in the streets again for Queer's right just to exist. We weren't fighting for marriage or any other convoluted middle class crap.

We were fighting for the right just to be Alive.

Do you remember? Do you get that?

The "Right" not to be beaten, and killed. It 'was' that basic back then.

The 'Right' to Live.

I think we all have to do that now. For all of us the whole sweaty deranged lot of us out there making art science wonders, and laughter.

We have a "Right to Life" too.

Stay Tuned.

"Snow Story"

I used to like being with my dad when I was a kid when he drove in snow storms. He had this "fuck it" attitude about danger. Which as a boy I loved as much as I loved him. He'd say "I was in damned battle of the Bulge!" "Snow is not my enemy".

He'd then go into Army life in the segregated service.

How none of his buddies wanted to fight the Japs. However they 'all' wanted to "tear the throats "out of them "Nazi bastards". ...and did. They also wanted to do the same to the cracker non-coms that were always giving them shit. However they had to hold off on those throats.

So with that attitude drive carefully.

This reminds me of another story about my dad.

My father was that rare combination of toughness, and gentleness. He hated cruelty of any kind. For example when we still had our farm down South he saw a man beating a horse that couldn't pull an overloaded wagon.

This back in the late 1930's.

He beat the crap out of the guy then helped him up bought the horse, and took it back to our farm.

That was dad.

Stay Tuned.

"Lobotomy"

Trump just announced he will eliminate the National Endowment for the Arts. Well no surprise there. Trump will give the Christian far right their wet dream of destroying all the institutions they for generations have hated.

PBS NPR a whole list of Arts institutions. Science, and History foundations as well. Basically the unleashed Christian Right will gut all of them.

This was inevitable.

One day they were bound to come to complete power, and they have. Now they will carry out their lobotomizing of American culture. This is how books, and libraries are burned in the 21st century,...you just de-fund them.

On a tastier note...

I went to an "Inaugural Brunch" with my pals today. There were many jaws hitting the floor in unison as soon as the "Resident elect" opened his trap. I believe "Utter Disbelief" is the phrase. Wow that old guy out did his self. One doesn't know where to begin.

With "America First" where the new boss declares economic War on planet Earth.

Apparently we're going to fuck over embargo, and over tax all the stuff that gets sent into this country...in particular shit from China. A country that we're already unofficially at war with.

Did ya hear how one of their Hunter Killer subs just surfaced in the middle of  an American Carrier Battle Group.  I mean surfaced with nobody knowing they was there all the time.

This was a shot over our bow.

This was a message from our old pals the "Chi-Coms". ...who we owe $Trillions$ to.

Simply put it said, "...Okay ya Arrogant Yankee Racist Greedy Shit-head Has-been!"

"Say Hello to the New Kid on da Block!'

...See What We can Do?'

"Get the Fucking message?" 

"You fuck with us we will sink every ship you got in an hour...so fuck off!"

...and it seems they can too.

Imagine if that sub was under orders to sink that group...they would 'a done them all before they knew what was happening.

Eh,...these are the guys that Trump is fucking with btw...just say'n.

That or the domestic "American Carnage" section where he promises to rip the country apart form end to end apparently for the fun of it. I was watching everyone on the ceremonial platform with him seething with venomous rage as he tore into them.

Liberal conservative didn't matter. If you were part of the government it was the gallows for you. Mind you I've often had the same sentiment. Just a bit more particular in who gets to dangle in the air with they're eyes popping out, and their tongues ridged as they involuntarily crap them selves. 

Eh,...or do I go too far.

I enjoyed in particular Michelle Obama's "if looks could kill" stare at the guy. In fact the whole crowd would have gleefully ripped that scumbag limb from limb. Like a scene from the "Purge". Suffice to say our hero didn't make any pals among official Washington that day.

Well actually that was the point. He's the new Capo, and shit is going his was or no way.

Well I look forward to the chaos as he tries to deport 12 million human beings out'a here that, and that Berlin Wall on Speed Crack, and Whiskey he still intends to slap up along the 1000 miles of the U.S. Mexico border. If done right it will be the largest public works program since the Interstates were built back in the 1950's.

It will be visible from space.

Imagine American xenophobia visible from the bleeping Moon...what will the saucer guys think?

Also there's all his noise about bringing high paying 1950's industrial jobs back...I imagine he'll have to build vast numbers of giant Time Machines to get all that stuff back here. Hell I wouldn't mind visiting 1958. I really miss my grandma.

Anyway we're off to the races gang.

If today's Zillions of Gleeful pissed off Folks in the streets from coast to expensive coast for Women's Rights is any clue about numbers. We're in for the Party of the Century,...several of them.

Stay tuned.

Oh the Climate...

I thought I'd mention that despite the two arctic vortex events,...that btw only skirted NYC. Seems January 2017 is one of the warmest on record for the Northeast.

At the moment we're weeks in the high 40'sf, and low 50's. Temps more normal for early April.

It's 50f right now, and will stay roughly that for the next week.

In fact the whole cold season roughly from November to late March has been tepid. However of course climate change is a Hoax by the Chinese.

I always thought it was the French.

Actually I was just speaking with an old friend about the climate change. How I actually mourn the loss of winter as we once had it.

It's now warm or vaguely tepid when it should be cold.

Rains when it should snow. It's windless when it should be howling through the bare branches.

My friend is Canadian.

She misses her climate too. Here in what for her is the deep South even our once "normal" winters were strangely warm to her.

She was used to -20f as a normal day. Snow that doesn't melt in a few days as it does down here.

Rather it accumulates all winter. It piled up to the second story of her childhood home.

To me that would be a kind of paradise.

To her it was just winter, and nothing to take note of.

We are creatures of where we're hatched I guess. Which is why I so miss my original natural habitat.

"Psalm of the Hungry Child"

The "City Dept. of Old Farts" thinks I'm nuts so sent me to a Shrink. This while deciding which Geriatric Gulag to deport me to. The doc' is a thirty-something with turquoise hair, and 1980's jewelry.

She asks how I feel.

"Swell" sez I.

" I haven't foamed at the mouth or shit my self in weeks now."

"Although I just had a dream where I was being chased down the street by my bed springs."

She takes notes nodding calmly.

Ms. Turquoise wanted to know what sort of meds I'm on, and if they're effective.

"A bunch, and more or less." 

"I mean it stops me from jumping out of windows or slashing my wrists,...again."

She lifts an eyebrow,..."Again?"

"Yeah."

I show junior my scars from various boyhood attempts. What a mess. I never got it right. Sure I learned how later, but won't tell you as a public service. 

It was about this time them floating Naked Angel Boys clutching teddy bears showed up again. They came through the wall above the shrink.

I decided not to mention them.

I'm asked if I've ever had "urges of violence?"

The Angels start jerking off over me.

"Violence..sure. I mostly dream of kicking the bloody crap out'a bullies Tea Party hacks the IRS homophobes, and them butt-holes that make that disgusting sound with their teeth, and tongue."

I warm to the subject by going into medieval detail. Vats of acid piano wire wood chippers heavy objects dropped from great height. That whole "Wile-e-Coyote" routine. 

It starts raining Angel jizz. 

I think I scared her with all this because her eyes began darting to the door which them Angels were departing through.

...if she saw them she didn't let on.

Anyway I asks if she could do me a solid, and slip me some medical dope or a few hits of morphine.

Love's that Morphine!

She changes the subject wanting to know if I was abused as a kid. Gimme a break what kind'a question is that.

"You kidding who wasn't?"

"It was like the worse parts of the Bible. You want details watch "Jerry Springer."

I mentions how I could use a pastrami hero about now. She looks up from her notes, and sez, "...you associate your memories of abuse with food?"

I tell her I was hungry all the time as a kid, and not just for food. It was a childhood Apocalypse. I mean what with getting beat up terrorized robbed, and humiliated everywhere all the time. 

I decided to turn the tables,...I do this to shrinks.

"What's the worse thing that's ever happened to 'you'?"

A pause then she sez,...

"I was raped"


Silence.......


Christ on a blind pony. 

'This' is the worse thing that can happen to a human being. I mean other than waking up an Orthodox Jew in Dachau in the winter of 1943. 

I got "done" too. Gang raped. Three big kids at day camp held me down, and took turns fucking me up my 10 year old ass. 

I screamed. 

They said I could "scream all I liked". "Nobody" would come. Nobody did. Nobody ever came. 

Just like prison.

Like them floating Angels I kept this to myself.

After a bit my doctor tells me I'm not crazy.

She says, "...I can't get you any dope, but I'll up your med dosage, and throw in some Valium."

"Thanks" I say.

She closes her note book.

"I think we're through for today."

We shake hands, and part,...till next week.

Stay Tuned. 


(Like all my stories this is part fantasy part history. The major bits happened though maybe not in the order presented. Like I say think of these as docudrama's.  This format makes these things easier to live with for me.)

My sister found an early childhood photo of me. She said it showed the 'happy' innocent Sidney before the Hell Years began. I could see what she meant I 'was' happy, and free back then.

Sort of like the truly innocent, and free native kid in the above National Geographic-esque image above. I think I once mentioned probably on one of my nuked pages. That I wanted to do a reverse "Nat/Geo" piece. 

Ya know with western people shown as the naked "natives" going about the mysterious ways. I did do a treatment once of all that. Perhaps I'll give it another try.

Stay Tuned Even More.

"Redacted"

Dogs are pretty good drivers. I remember seeing an episode of "Huckleberry Hound" where he a dog was driving a massive 18 wheeler 'cross country.

True several times during the trip Mr. Hound also "flew" the truck like a 707 over assorted rivers, and the Grand Canyon.

Btw it was things like this that led me to believe that perhaps the works of "Hanna Barbarra" were not entirely accurate portrayals of everyday reality.

Speaking of dogs a friend once explained to me how he became Queer. Seems he was abandoned as an infant. He was eventually found, and raised by Poodles on Central Park West.

From there nature took it's natural course.

To our story. This is a classified after action report on the exploits of the above "Huckleberry Hound", and his buddy "Augie Doggie".  I assume I need not explain the reality of "Toons", and their relationship with humanity.

Suffice to say they're real.

I always hoped that this report would one day become part of the public record.  So our two hero's could finally get proper recognition. 

"Operation Holy Ghost"

This was a rogue CIA plan to get the Dali Lama out of Tibet under the noses of the Chi-Coms. All that stuff in the movies about him getting out alone on horseback is official Agency baloney.

It was really a bunch of ex-OSS China hands, and independent idealists. These were mostly Spanish intelligence guys that got out of Spain when Franco took over, and hooked up with MI-6.

That, and CIA professionals that were unhappy with the Cold War Security State they saw growing up around them.

Anyway his jolly band decided to bust the Dali Lama out of Mao's house arrest, and get him to the land of burgers, and fries to go. Our hero's borrowed six prototype stealth hover attack jets from our pals the French.

Stupid frogs still don't know what happened to them.

The formation took off from a field behind a liberal reform Ashram in northern India. 

The same one in which ten years later the Beatles would see Angels Demons dead relatives freak the hell out go home, and become bickering assholes then break up.

Huck was in the lead jet of a diamond formation. Augie was his six o'clock the others above, and below eyes peeled for Migs. They flew into Lhasa's restricted airspace via Shigatse.

China's blind spot or so Huck hoped it still was.

Anything could happen..s'matter of fact the boys overflew a huge Antonov transport turbojet. It carried Mao, and his boys to their weekly opium meth speedball gang bang in Nepal.

It was an itchy temptation to shoot a hot sidewinder up his murderous butt. However the mission was rescue not waste disposal.

At sundown on time, and in place they made their hover drop into the court yard of the Lama's palace. Two on the ground four doing combat air patrol over Lhasa.

The Dali Lama, and his family was bundled into Huck's jet. His aids, and important documents into Augie's. His Holiness blessed both his people, and the Chinese occupiers. After goodbyes, and some sort of ceremony about coming back in three lifetimes they were off.

There was a full moon..bad luck that. During the war it was called the "bombers moon". This because it was as good as daylight for finding your target on the ground...or in the air.

Despite that everything was running smoothly. A perfect milk run so naturally everything suddenly went to flaming hell! 

It was a set-up a trap.

The details of the "OP" were leaked to the Chinese by the Security State branch of the CIA.  

The sky filled with Migs! 

20mm rounds 50 cal. slugs bright green, and orange tracers were everywhere. Two hover jets disappeared into bright explosions of fire, and titanium confetti. 

Augie Doggie, and Huckleberry Hound drew on all their flying skills gained from dog fights against the German Condor Legion during the Spanish Civil War. 

Then later in the Eagle Squadron against the Luftwaffe in the skies over London.

The Pacific in the first all Toon fighter unit the "Devil Dawgs". The terror of Guadalcanal. Tojo himself put prices on their heads. 

Later it was the heavens over Korea. Mig Alley! Over the Yalu Huck in his F-86 "Snake Eyes" had 26 confirmed kills.

Huck, and Augie were doing barrel rolls one left one right the surviving hover jets coming up the middle, and firing a spray of four sidewinders each!

The horizon turned to day as Migs are smeared against the sky in fiery plumes. The Dali Lama respectfully asks Huck if indeed all of this violence was necessary.

"Put a sock on it Padre I'm busy save'n ya Holy Butt right now!"

His Holiness considered this then went back to his meditations. 

The hoverjets did tight scissor turns through the Mig formations. The object wasn't to shoot them down, but to cause as much flaming confusion for the Chinese as possible.

They had to get to the Indian border where a flight of I.A.F. Hawkers were orbiting, and waiting to escort them to Itanagar. It was on this desperate run that both Huck, and Augie were wounded.

A Mig-17 special night fighter had been held back in case the hover jets made it through the Chinese fighter screen.

The pilot, Eddy Keong who would later defect, and become an Australian game show host chuckled to himself. "That reactionary Monk, and those Air Pirates are Mine!"

Eddy saw the rescue jets back lit from the burning wreckage of his comrades. He came in on a half roll firing a spread of heat seekers, and 20mm incendiary rounds.

Two more of the rescue team were splashed, and Huck, and Augie were further wounded. Huck's canopy shredded. Plexiglass splinters take out an eye, and mangle a paw. Augie loses an ear.

However the Dali Lama, and family are untouched.

A confined space full of razor sharp shrapnel, and not a scratch. I guess that counts as a miracle. ...makes ya think.

The last two rescue jets make it over the border. The Indian Hawkers fire some warning shots in the general direction of the Mig-17. The Indian government later apologizes. 'Training mishap...hey these things happen.

Well the rest you know.

The Dali Lama went on to become a Light unto the World. Huck, and Augie after physical therapy. Basically a glass eye, and false ear. Our hero's end up on Saturday morning cartoons, and cereal boxes.

Ain't life something.

Stay Tuned. 

"Meat on Friday"

 Millions of Roman Catholics, and their attorneys breathed a sigh of relief as news of the demise of the Supreme Being was releases by both NASA,and the Chinese Space Agencies. Floating in orbit about Mars the remains of what many believe to be the "Big Guy" is to be retrieved for examination.

Calculations estimate that although this entity is thought to be you know who he's actually rather petite. Measuring in height no more than four foot eleven. That, and apparently wearing female makeup. News that the Lord of Hosts is not only dead,...and short, but a suspected transvestite, and possibly Homosexual has commentators abuzz with speculation.  

Besides the Lord of Lords floating in Mars orbit the Hubble Telescope also found what seems to be the mortal remains of Godzilla, King Kong, The Creature from the Black Lagoon, and Snow White.

The reality of these characters thought till now to be works of fiction have thrown a rather large subjective monkey wrench into what philosophers had thought was reality. 

We should expect a number of sweaty confused, and incoherent press conferences, and documentaries by theologians comix book artists politicians science fiction writers, and assorted nuts with guns, and whiskey.

A follow up on our 'Bulletin' above!  With the passing of the Lord of Hosts in the orbit of Mars a general call has been put out by a Synod of all the major, and whack job religions of the world.

A casting call to the multitudes for the job of Supreme Being.  

On the retrieval, and careful examination of the previous Gawd it was found the he was just some guy. No holy whizbangs whatever.

He apparently was Hatfield Broadjump a former plumper for the Kansas City Department of Mental Hygene. He went missing on his lunch break in 1932, and it seems had been Gawd ever since.

Btw his death along with the deaths of the others found in Mars orbit remains a mystery.

Seems a contract was found in the back pocket of his liquid metal robes detailing the job, and how it's gained, and passed on. According to this document this has been going on forever. Our Gawds are just regular folks chosen at random to care take this end of creation.

Apparently there are other Gawds all over the universe doing the same thing for their patch. As for if there's a Boss of Bosses somewhere we don't know. Which sort of puts us right back where we started in this whole religion gawd thing.

Anyway once the sucker is chosen, and the contract signed,...eh with just a pen. None of that signed in blood stuff for this gig. All that noise is set aside for the 'other' position. Ahem.

Once the mark is signed sealed, and delivered he gets all the powers, and hard times all gawds have to put up with. As the contract sez, "...Chose Carefully.

"My Life of Crime"

First of all I should say that I had forgotten these events for the entirety of my adult life. It's memory as so much else was triggered by a dream.

"Once Upon a Time..."

I was breaking, and entering. Well not "breaking", but most certainly entering. Back in the old days getting into a house was as easy as opening a window,...which I did.

When I was a little boy I used to "enter" other peoples homes. As with all crime this was motivated by want. I "wanted" to know how other people lived what their stuff looked like what weird things they were doing.

Also if they had candy.

I wasn't poor..well not 'very' poor.  Anyway I didn't get a lot of treats. So sweets were part of the temptation. One house I explored turned out to be a Fort Knox of the stuff!  However I didn't take any. In fact I never took anything on these adventures. That wasn't the point.

I was on the prowl for more 'serious' game.

I was an "Other", and I was searching for other Others. Mind you I could never have explained any of this to my folks or the cops. I didn't yet have the intellectual bullshit, and double talk for that.

To the adventure.

I chose my homes almost randomly. Hey I was a ten year old kid not a for real cat burglar. The treasure I sought was intangible. The only vague  precaution was making sure the houses were empty.

This was the early 1960's so most everyone had some kind of job. So the whole neighborhood was fair game. Block after block of doll houses to explore.

I left the homes of friends alone. The houses of strangers was where the real adventure was. The unfamiliar the mysterious. Places of different light touch, and smells. Every structure a new world discovered.

Oh the moral obliviousness of the very young or as J.M. Barrie put's it at the end of "Peter Pan".

 "When Margaret grows up she will have a daughter, who is to be Peter's mother in turn; and thus it will go on, so long as children are gay and innocent and heartless."

Yep that was me alright. You too so cut me some slack in this story. In these secret adventures I saw myself as  one of the wandering explorers of old. Peary at the North Pole or Amundsen in the Antarctic. Oh dreams dreams, and fantasies.

To the Heart of the Matter.

Family albums. After a time my hunts focused on these. The photos told me in quick detail what I needed to know about who lived in whatever house I was "visiting". The who what, but sadly never the why of these lives I was searching through.

The albums I found were generally stored in the same place in house after house. The bedroom closet or close by. So there I would sit on a stranger's bed studying their histories looking for my tribe.

Again I couldn't begin to explain to anyone what or why I was doing this. It was an instinctual exploration for un-namable things that I needed. That I was in desperate "want" of.

The pictures. I was surprised at how similar they all were. Grandma auntie babies somebody in the Army the beach, and birthday parties.

These albums were all just like mine.

However on occasion there 'was' a surprise. One time I unknowingly entered the house of a nudist family. I started through their album, and, "...!!!!!!"

Good bleeping grief! I literally at that point in my life had Never! seen the like! There they all was...auntie mom, and dad, and all the kids Nekkid as hell!!

These folks was "Other" alright, but not the Other I was looking for,...I think.

Close calls.

Yeah there were a few of these. One time I was quietly moving through this kitchen. Kitchen windows of that era, my usual port entry, might as well have had "Welcome" mats in front of them.

Anyway I'm doing my rounds when I see an old lady sleeping on the couch in the living room. To kids old folks look dead when they're asleep. Which is what I thought she was,...till she moved.

I back stepped to the window I came through.

In another I'm on my way to the bedroom to peek through their family album when I hear the front door open.  

I'm fucked. 

I'm going to Juvie Hall. 

I'm going to the Chair. 

I'm going to a firing Squad. 

I'm going to be forced at gun point to eat my greens for the rest of my life. 

My heart is pounding through my Mighty Mouse t-shirt. My lunch is coming out'a my nose, and I wanna wet myself.

Damn! 

Some lady, and her kid just came home, and is headed for the kitchen with it's open window which I just came through.

This is rapidly turning into a nightmare version of "Mayberry RFD". One where Deputy Barney Fife in Klan robes kicks the living crap out of a junior negro perp in the holding cell.

Hey I was ten, but I knew the real world score.

Looking back my only hope was that the lady was a Liberal Sociology Professor who would understand my quest, and ask Deputy Fife not to kill me. 

More likely she was married to a corrupt Teamster with a drinking, and violence problem.

My odds didn't look good.

My heart pounding lunch coming out'a my nose, and ex-Pepsi running down my legs. 

I quickly hid behind an old 1930's screen room divider. 
They was all the rage once...Google them. 

Well,...they walked right past me.  

????!!! 

Oh the perceived safety of the home. No one expects danger or ten year old boys hiding behind old furniture. They went to the kitchen, and I went to the front door left, and ran for my life.

To this day that boy must be telling his grand kids about the time he, and their great grandma surprised a deranged killer in their house.

Of such are family legends born. 

After this earth shattering event I laid low for a time. However being a kid, and stupid though full of grace, and innocence. I went out again. Several times in fact. I think I "visited" 10 or 12 homes during my life of somewhat disturbed, but sincere explorations.

In all these visitations I never found my other "Others". 

I would have recognized them. I didn't know precisely what I was looking for, but I would have known them when I found them. I don't know what I would have done if I had though. 

I hadn't thought that far ahead. ...ask to be adopted? 

Well these outings ended on an interesting note. I did one more visit. This time it was in the Oort Cloud of my neighborhood. You know that the part of your 'hood that borders the unknown regions. The place if you were there alone you'd be lost.

So this one was different. It was a very old frame house. Before this it was all regular Brooklyn  Brown Stones like my own home. This one was perhaps a surviving farm house. The borough was partly farms till the turn of the 20th century. 

No kitchen window this time. I entered through the back door which was unlocked. It was like stepping into a sepia print. The light was dim, and amber. Peeling wall paper. Pictures on the wall of people dressed as folks did long long ago.

Dust, years of it covering dark furniture. There was no one home. No one had been home maybe since before I was born. The house wasn't abandoned not in the 21st century sense.

It was owned...one could tell, but not lived in.

It was also cold in that place. I had a chilled tingley feeling standing in there. Much as I, and a friend from school had when we stumbled on an old grave yard in Prospect Park.

When Fredrick Olmsted graded, and arraigned the Park he left certain historical sites intact. A certain Colonial graveyard being one of them. I knew nothing about it. 

Most still don't, but we stumbled into it. Stumbled in, and got the same feeling I had in that old house, "...Leave".  Today I'd say it was spirits. That or what some researchers now think are impressions left on physical objects by persons during extreme emotional events.

They say this explains what traditionally are thought to be ghosts. 

...maybe

Anyway the Spirits were saying "Don't Disturb". I didn't. I left. So ended my short life of Crime. No as I say I never did find a family of Anarchist Beatnik Weirdos to adopt me. However several years later....

'But that's another story for another time.

The End,...mostly. 


*(As with all of my personal stories they're guaranteed to be more or less mostly true. In this case I did indeed "visit" peoples homes when I was ten years old. The events described did happen,...mostly.

I changed a few details to makes things run smoother, and be somewhat funnier. Otherwise this is what happened. Think of this as a Docudrama.) 

Maybe I'll pitch my very odd life story as a series to HBO. 

"Hope"

Here's the sermon I would have given if the damned Flu didn't kick my butt so bad in the last 48 hours. This is a first draft so it's too long, and clunky...hey.

I'll edit, and do a proper re-write for 'next' Sunday's Pod-sermon.

"HOPE"

There's a reason the heartless a-moral are called "Reptiles". We were once that species. We were also once fish, and assorted multi-celled microbes as well. We were mud too if you're into the 7 day creation noise.

To the point.

Our species has been trying to overcome our cold blooded heartless reptilian selves for some time.

Perhaps some tens of thousands of years. We've made a lot of serious progress in that journey since the last ice age.

20k/30k years ago.

Compassion generosity trust these are hard wired into us as much as rage greed stupidity, and all the assorted sins.

In recent times at least in the west we've had a few movements towards putting our reptilian brains on the back burner.

The 16th, and 17th century "Levelers" or "Diggers" had a go at agrarian socialism. They were the direct ideological descendants of the 14th century Peasants Revolt.

Since then there have been many individuals, and movements that have tried to re-organize society along more humane co-operative lines.

The Enlightenment, and it's main achievement  the founding of the United states of America.

...and from that experiment.

The Abolitionists, the movement to end the ancient institution of slavery. that, and all the social reform movements that came from it,...from then into the 20th, and 21st centuries.

Civil Rights Woman's Rights Education reform freedom of sexual identity, and  orientation. Attempts at economic justice, and international co-operation.

The Environmental movements the whole shebang....these are all attempts to put that damned reptile back in it's box.

Mind you from that Peasants Revolt to now have had constant failures...often making things a zillion times worse than before.

Yet people kept trying. ...they keep trying.

They do this all over the world.

Our species is slowly trying to grow the hell up.

To get past the iron tradition of reptilian alpha males hoarding all the coconuts for themselves, and their favorites.

We try, and try.

This is what Hope is.

We can dream a world of compassionate co-operation, but it's so hard to do. Even when we build a small space where this exists it often falls apart.

Partly because it has to co-exist with the reptile culture.

However mostly because we don't know how to use the damned thing.

War we know. Cruelty is a violin that we play like Beethoven.

Peace, and Loving Kindness are short lived because it so much stronger than meanness. We hardly know how to control it,...but we're slowly getting better at it.

It's as complicated as a Haiku, and as simple as falling off a log.

I'm saying don't give up the game ain't over, and them Alpha male are actually worried...this is why their putting the screws to everyone.

These bleeps are smart they think long haul, and they don't like what they see up ahead.

It don't look good for them.

That slow oh so slow movement to a better way is actually making tiny changes here, and there. This again is what Hope is, and why I say cheer up.

Soon the Bleep will turn...again.

When it does it'll be up to us to keep it.

Amen.

"Daffy"

Trump was the most defeat-able candidate in the history of this country...maybe any country. I'm no Hillary hater, but it seems most everyone else was. So naturally they put her up against a guy that's political poison to rational any constituency.

Naturally he won.

Gee what happened? Humm well you fielded the "Bride of Frankenstein" against a Nazi Daffy Duck. Hell I was tempted to vote for Daffy over her.

Yes if nothing else this is the final...I hope I hope I hope destruction of Neo-Liberal hell.

This guy is nuts, and though I panicked, and thought the cattle cars were being readied for the usual suspects. ...of which I am seriously one. I think instead this is going to be a "Three Stooges" movie directed by Dan Quayle on the fabled bad "Brown Acid" while getting a blow job from a pencil sharpener.

So I'm just going to sit back, and watch Hell on Earth happen for the entertainment of a weary world which is in serious need of a few laughs.

(...this is an answer to a comrades comment on another post...I liked it so here it is.)


Stay Tuned.

1. All the best democracies vote to take healthcare away from their citizens at 1 AM.

Pretty much. As for taking things from those in the most need. Our pal President Clinton signed "Don't ask don't tell" in the middle of the night thereby destroying the careers of thousands of servicemen, and women.

He repealed major portions of public assistance to the poor in the middle of the night.

On the upside we don't shoot dissidents in the middle of the night like some more or less democracies have done, and continue to do.

No we're content to let our brave war Vets commit suicide our working poor to die of preventable diseases, and our old to go hungry thereby hastening their deaths.

We're much more civilized about our methods of removal of the inconvenient

1. Oh PEACE...PEACE come to us. Come, and bless this wounded lost world.KINDNESS,...have pity on this lost species.
2. 
   
3. Lead us out of the darkness we have made for ourselves. Help us to rekindle the light within. Amen.
4. 
   
5. This  It just came to me. As for any deities I really don't know.
6. 
   
7. I think this is a job we have to do on our own. ...because we 'can'.

1. "G-D PRAYER"
   G-d is....
   in prison,
   ...

   is on welfare,
   
2. is unemployable,
   
3. was Queer bashed,
   
4. was lynched,
   
5. was ethnically cleansed,
   
6. has cancer,
   
7. has AIDS,
   
8. has dementia,
   
9. has stopped taking the medication,
   
10. was raped,
11. 
    
12. is a battered wife,
    
13. was aborted,
    
14. is a runaway teen,
    
15. has no insurance,
    
16. was downsized,
    
17. is AWOL,
    
18. is homeless,
    
19. was profiled at the airport,
    
20. is stuck in traffic,
    
21. is too old,
    
22. is too young,
    
23. is too smart for his own good,
    
24. is too goddamned dumb,
    
25. can't get laid,
    
26. got VD,
    
27. has poor self image,
    
28. is afraid,
    
29. is lonely,
    
30. hears voices,
    
31. has lost his faith,
    
32. is fat,
    
33. has acne,
    
34. can't get a green card,
    
35. can't vote,
    
36. dreams don't come true,
    
37. committed suicide,
    
38. family hates him,
39. 
    
40. is on death row,
    
41. is guilty,
    
42. was framed,
    
43. got 20 to life,
    
44. is a drunk,
    
45. is a junkie,
    
46. is in a bad relationship,
    
47. flunked out,
    
48. can't get credit,
    
49. can't get a job,
    
50. can't get published,
    
51. can't get tenure,
    
52. However G-d is not Angry.
    
53. There is no possibility of anger.
    
54. None at all.
    
55. None.