"The Madness of Angels"

Beware inking down of your dreams. They'll either end up in some future holy scripture, and or as evidence at your trial. This runs through my mind as I try to make a kind of coherent sense of my dreams of late. Dreams enhanced by the pharmacology of Emerald City health-care.

Long may they dispense.

To the matter. Time is not linear, and space warps. The damned thing stretches contracts , and twists. Like origami on crack whiskey, and pastries.

I mean just ask Niels Bohr...he'll give you an earful.

My nausea simmers my vision jump cuts. My hearing enhanced painfully so. I have never had the pleasure of chemical withdrawal. I'm not sure I recommend it.

However the Dreams.

They in their wonder grotesque horror, and frightful majesty. (...same could be said of the recent "Trek" movies.) All this noise to direct our short battered lives. Blessed are they that have no memory of theirs.

Just emerged from a mist where it was made plain in the vagueness of that realm that no you ain't from here. Neither is your family. Not your line nor the lines of many others. 

Elsewhere, and Else-when.

I wonder if the "Twilight Zone" was not just an entertainment, but a message.

A "Cook Book".

"Not Just".   That, and all the other strange stories wonderings, and essays. These that the "different" keep writing, and putting before our eyes.

Pain.

Pain for many days. Confusions. That, and my coming here to you. My family my friends all I have in the world. My digital "Hearth, and Home". If done right these platforms of meeting could be such a miracle. It is, but could be so much more. ...just needs a bit more heart, and introspection.

I'm not from here?

Well that would confirm certain oddities from early childhood. Hearing singing as I fell to sleep. Seeing the sky as different colors from what I was told it was. Remembering sight of the Earth from far above, and away. I saw, in dreams?, our cloud covered home as we see it now. I saw it as it really is before there was the evidence of science.

"I'm sorry,...what the fuck is going on?

Not from here.

...Some elsewhere else-when. Now my eyes hurt. Those that have issues know how pain is fluid. It likes to move. It is the ultimate tourist at home. I'm intermittently grateful. This for making me aware. For helping me endure life sharply, and perhaps more respectfully.

My nausea meds seem also intermittent.

Not too much information. I'm sharing the full Monty as pals should.  Soup. Hot soup, and a used DVD. Through the ages these have been known to calm the mad cure the lame, and halt, and just bleeping chill you the bleep out.

Be back soon.

(...About the title. I'm no Angel. No one is. Well not all the time. An Angel as I've found is an act. A verb not a noun. We become Angels of the moment by our works, and example. Pass the popcorn...no butter thanks I have to be careful now.)

Stay Tuned.

'Had another involved multi-phased dream,...why does the Eternal so bother people with these things. Trying to put coherence into it. I find when I just write it out as it happened no one get's it.

A punchline without a joke.

'Don't know how them Sufi mystics got by. I have that Brahms guy doing the Deutsches Requiem. ...good for my nerves...not as good as Medical Dope would be, but ya has to work with what ya have.

Working on writing up the dream. ...or trying.
Our dreams... are in infrared 3-D, but everyday life tends grey flat 2-D. Ya knows the drill....bring life to what you already know.
It's all scraps floating all over the damned place, and one keeps forgetting the good bits...yeah they float back, but leave again before ya can rightly record them.

...sorry be back when I sort it out.

Stay Tuned.

"...and all the Meth you can Eat"

Did you know that if you fell through the floor of a news-stand in China at roughly Chengdu. I mean fall all the way down that hole through the core then up the other side.

Did you know if you did all that you'd come busting up out of the floor of a meth lab in Kokomo Indiana. On the up side you didn't go busting out of the ocean say 10,000 feet down.

Still you'd have to deal with them hard ass Indiana Crack Heads.

Stay Tuned.

"Making a Commercial go of this!"

I'm sure a good copywriter could spin something attractive to people that think the universe is 5000 years old, and humanity was kicked out of Paradise by a talking snake.

Yeah not a problem.

I see it contexted with big trucks, and young gals with jugs that never stop...yep that and maybe inferences about crates of booze, and hints at meth.

Oh, and no Darkies Jews Queers or them folks that they think took their jobs, and or is secretly fucking their assorted wives daughters, and or sons..

...candy from babes.

We'd have them good 'ol boys lined up around the block for their turn at falling through the Earth. Taking selfies as they went, and popping out in the heart of a volcano.

We'd even tell them they're going to be crushed 'n burned up in the core, and if that don't fuck'em up enough they'll bust out at the bottom of the ocean in a volcano in the parking lot of Negro public housing that or busting up through the floor of an Isis head chopping training, and eyeball gouging camp.

None of these things will be a problem if they besides coughing up the $28,000. bucks for the ride also dig up an additional $12,000. This for the Magic Jebus Chrisp pedant that will protect them against all that scary core of the earth shredding burning, and crushing stuff. For a limited time only two Jebus pendants for $10,000 each.

All they'd have to do is sell their mobile home their truck their still their daughters, and turn over the head of their first born son...not a problem.

"Here ya goes Billie Bob...just sign here."

"NEXT!...."

"Resident"

Granted I look like stone-washed hell,...but I'm working on it. Put on my dress uniform for the battle. Recovery continues...mostly. Eating solids plus soup all staying down so far. Still weird dizzy, a bit confused....well no change there.

Just this,...never ever. I mean not even 'ever' take your health for granted...'cause it ain't.
Taking pain meds, and barfing stopper. Mixed results...we'll see. Good news I'm detoxing from them depression meds which just made me sick anyway.
Gooder news I'm still my old cranky annoying Drama Queen self.


I think I'd make a neat President,....I mean now that we know 'anyone' can get the job.
Did I mention I'm seeing bleep at my peripheral vision?


...but I digress.


Anyhow yeah I'd be a totally insane Boss of bosses down in D.C. Unlike our current patient there I'd have fun with shit. First off I'd have my new "Department of Happy Surprises" Fed-Ex everyone nice shit. For example voter or not legal or not you get a birthday present...sorry no returns. This neat-o Department will from time to give out goodies to everyone just because it's nice to do...ya know how if ya was lucky that weird nice uncle or aunt that would just show up with neat shit for everyone...hey what's government for?


We'd have the damned Army Navy 'n Marines set up emergency field clinics/hospitals everywhere...I mean everywhere because what is this shit we're in, but not a national Disaster.
...special attention to the Black Lung victims in mining country. The opioid addiction regions. Special attention to kids, and the elderly. Make like we was just nuked, and we're putting shit back together 'cause it ain't all that different from that now.


A "Department of Chefs"!

New chefs all over the place cooking up 5 Star meals for everybody that wants or needs 'em.. That, and delivered by our Army...heck if I was a kid I'd join up to be part of this swell stuff. Imagine them new giant ass "King Stallion" choppers landing in the middle of a forsaken 'Murican" town. That and keen to serve G.I.s poring out to feed the hungry comfort the sorrowful, and heal the wounded. "Protect, and Serve" finally come to life!

(...How's this serious noise for Meals on Wheels!)

Also perhaps an "Institute of Safe Desserts. This would in league with the UN. Basically fixing it so creamy yummies won't give ya cancer diabetes or bad vibes. Figuring out how to make all the world's yummy stuff safe to eat...without killing the damned flavor! We went to the frigging Moon sent two Voyagers to the stars, and have bleeping robots fucking around on mars...I think we could do this too.
All this in the first year or so...I mean besides building the "Woodstock Stonewall Monument", and all the usual crap of running an empire.


"Yes Uncle, but how we gonna pay for all this neat bleep?"

You kidding? Most of this swell action could be brought in for the cost of three or four Super Aircraft Carriers, and the proposed fleet of F-35's...which don't work. That, and as once classified documents from the Naval Proceedings tell us. Them new carriers would have a short life expectancy in an actual war with folks that can shoot back,...say our pals Russia or China. In a 'real' war them big things live from hours to a week...max. So bleep that noise use the dough to have a good time healing caring feeding, and giving out gifts to our fucked over masses.

Btw did I mention National Health Care, and universal higher education.
No? Okay that's in the next memo.

Love,

Uncle Syd Resident of the United States of America.

Eh,...I'm not raving am I?


Stay Tuned.


"No More Mr. Nice Guy"

On the other hand. If I am not elevated to the esteemed position of  "Resident of the United States" as I propose in earlier posts. Perhaps when the Revolution comes,...and goes. I shall present myself as "Comrade Peoples Judge Uncle Syd" for the Southern Judicial District of New York.

After so grand an adventure as the founding of the Revolutionary Second American Republic. There will be no doubt much eh...um local "cleansing", and tiding up of borders to do.  After all there is the question of what to do with...Racist sexist cab drivers, and those that don't flush in public crappers subway conductors that slam the damn door in your face. 'Everybody' at the DMV. These will face stern judgment. Stern indeed.

Millennial airhead clerks in shops who when you ask for help with an item just blankly stare into space, and...wait for it. ...say, "...just what's there", and then sink their heads back into their devices...their end shall be particularly bad.

Of course lawyers landlords violent killer cops gangsters bullies the generally annoying such as phony beggars that give the real needy such bad press will face swift, and more that slightly entertaining "Justice" from my steady device-less hands.

Then there's peoples enemies in the extreme. The hard cases. The class enemies that made the peoples revolutions necessary in the first place. These the food, and water poisoning oil spilling nature murdering child starving old folks evicting immigrant deporting war profiteering news distorting butt holes of eternity...Republicans.

I can hardly wait.

They'll all...indeed 'all' offenders will receive Peoples Mercy,...with a twist.

I shall help bring Revolutionary humor to the Law!

!Venceremos!

"Dead at the Scene"

It seems a day of days. At least in this building. There was a murder here. An older woman killed by her grandson. Sounds the typical urban tragedy. Until it hits feet from you. The reasons are unclear. The details I'll spare you. They're bad. very bad. Much blood.

It's been some years since I've been this close to un-natural death. Not since my Houseless time. Of course the folks here are stunned. As am I. When this happens at close quarters the world stops. Being related or not it all stops.

That, and I had no idea it happened till I opened my door to go shopping, and found a sea of Blue before me.

Police everywhere canvassing all the neighbors. As it happens they were about to knock on my door as I opened it. I knew nothing, and they said nothing. This to not color anyone's story. They wanted fresh first hand information. Which I couldn't give them.

I went out the press was there. The local radio, and TV. I got my information from them. I ended up on Channel 12 the Brooklyn cable station. Basically giving an overview of the neighborhood's history. How it was the wild west during the crack war, and is now very quiet, and gentrifying.

So here we all are.

With an inexplicable tragedy. We have much to ponder, and now much to live with.

Stay Tuned.

"Never Again"

America as an Empire is in it's shabby dusk. As these things go it was a rather short run. Just as well. No big allience of ex-colonies wanting your blood.
On the bright side Asia will pick up the slack. Just as it will be they that takes humanity back to the moon, and develops Mars the outer moons, and the ring. We're another Portugal of history. The first to go, but then just stopped.

It looked so different just 50 years ago.

We heralded an Age of Miracles. You name it we did it on steroids. We were even with our vast injustices the best educated fed talented hopeful, and entertaining Empire in all history. Everybody 'wanted' to be like us or even better...be here.

I've never heard any mention of such about the Romans Persians Brits French or today Russians or Chinese. Ever heard anyone that didn't have an AK-47 pressed against their head say, "Golly I wish I could be a Russian!"

Right.

Well it was a short party, but one for the Ages. Now time for the old Dragons to take the world back, and usher in millenniums of dreary bullshit. But I was there. Part of the luckiest generation in history. I was American in the mid-20th century. This where Hope ruled no dream impossible. Ancient diseases conquered...poof gone. Cruel un-just laws struck down on a daily basis science taking us to the stars color fucking TV for everybody, and good jobs with futures "climbing in through the gaddamn windows". ...to paraphrase Holden Caulfield.

This will as it's starting to be. The stuff of species legend.

There was 'never' a time like it, and never...I mean 'never' will be again. Basically because the raw resources, and the 'Dream' to make it in the first place are gone.

Gone.

'But I saw it lived it swam in it.

Amen.

"Ghost Dance"

On a friend's page he wondered how to survive a possible nuclear attack. The North Koreans, and now the Chinese thanks to trump shaking their "Fiery Swords" at us. I replied in my usual jolly way.

"If you are anywhere within 50 miles of a multi warhead hit on a major city you are dead...period. This from direct blast injury from being buried under burning wreckage asphyxiation as all the air is sucked up by the multiple fire storms that will soon congeal into a vast regional blaze."

"If you are 100 miles away your chances because of the yield of modern warheads would be 1 in approx. 30. This because of panic break down of social order, and the radioactive frontal waves of smoke from the firestorms that will in a few hours reach you. Your chances increase the farther away from the burning region.

Your life expectancy increases the farther away you go.

If I had to be in a state that was hit I'd want to be at a minimum of 200+ miles from a multiple warhead ground zero. Even then I'd be on the move to get further away especially if the winds were in my direction. We must remember if a nuclear exchange between the major powers happens it will not be 'one' mere bomb from a plane. This the cold war stereotype of attack. Whole squadrons of ICBMs will be assigned to hundreds of individual military industrial financial, and yes cultural targets. This is intentional.

Understand this war for both sides is to the total destruction, and death of your enemies. The idea is to utterly destroy not just the military, and political centers, but the whole complete culture. To wipe you, and the memory of you from the face of the Earth. That is the true purpose of these frightful things.

That said you must know that each target will have 10 to as many as 50 warheads hit it. Especially if a military area or political center. For example. After the cold war when the Soviet achieves were for a short time open to western scholars we discovered that the Pentagon alone had 30+ warheads of varying strength targeted on it. One has to think in such terms if you think you're going to survive.

Bottom line...

If you can see it or hear it you are immediately dead or dead in hours. However a terror nuke is another matter. This may be "just" the spreading of radioactive dust over a distance of 5 to 20 miles. That or a low yield radiological explosion. Perhaps a quarter+ the force of the Hiroshima bomb. These are survivable for many if circumstance is with us. Perhaps more that half the population of the target city 'may' live traumatized shortened post strike lives. This of course because of radiation induced cancers in the next 10 to 30 years. That's it in a nutshell for a "Terror Bomb". Things can vary because of type of warhead weather time of day social resilience, and local ground conditions. 

"...who wants pie?!"

Stay tuned for as long as you can.

"Prayer"

All the world prays.

Whenever where-ever for whatever.

The prayers ascend through clouds past worlds even stars.

Till they fall.

They fall onto an abandoned side street.

There's an old phone booth there.

Slightly bent over from where a truck backed into it.

The phone is ringing.

These are prayers.

The rings.

Millions of them. ...Billions.

Ringing.

Unanswered.

Forever.

Amen.

1. "Oy!"
2. 
   
3. On another difficult though related matter. I'm not a trans-sexual however I am a person that believes folks should be who they are.
   So...These are my comments on the back, and forth from a friend's page.
   

   
   

   "Some feminist's are saying that Trans-folks will never be accepted, by them, as actual Women. That is those trans folks born male, but who are in fact female however 'while' male "enjoyed Male Privilege". So can never be true Women."
   
4. "Already I have a headache."
   
5. "I was born Queer, and male. I recall no male "privileges" as I had the shit beat out of me in the school yard. Endured contempt form relatives, and neighbors. 'Guess I just wasn't paying close enough attention."
   
6. "I imagine for a Trans comrades it must have be just a bit more terrifying."
   
7. "Look it's not a matter if anyone likes or understands them or not. "NO ONE" has the right to say their very existence is illegitimate. They didn't just show up in recent news-cycles. They've always been here like everyone else's identity has always been.
   
8. So no they can't be voted off the island. I remember shit like this 30-40 years ago about Queer's right to exist."
   
9. "So Tranny's will never be "Equal with Woman". "Never" say some."
   
10. "Why? ...because they say so."
    
11. "No."
    
12. "Never" is what those that have lost their argument with history most always say. I recall the whole South saying that once."
    
13. Stay Tuned.
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You show 'em Mickey!

50 bleeping days of this demented mayhem, and counting. There's no way in this hell that it can go on for four bleeping more years!! Something has to give. A coup by the NSA/CIA, and a sweaty Keith Olbermann. A UFO invasion. a Zombie Apocalypse. A Blizzard in July,...

...anything, but what we got!!!

There's the Drip Drip Drip of that Russian stuff. His insane appointments. That Nazi fuck Bannon hovering over the whole mess. That, and his 60 Million illiterate ...superstitious Jesus nutters itching for multiple genocides.

Did I mention everything out of his mouth is a bleeping lie?!

I feel like driving in circles in a burning 1956 Desoto land cruiser singing "A Hard Rain's Gonna fall!" at the bleeping top of my lungs.

Otherwise I'm fine,...how are you.

Living with yourself.

Dante:...
YES ... I admit it .. I sometimes talk to myself.
This morning I had an argument with myself.
I'm not talking to myself anymore.

Sidney:...Well buy yourself a nice pastry to make up. You'll be speaking to yourself again in no time
...take yourself out to dinner. Have a nice talk about all your good points. You'll "both" be fine in no time. ...I'm not kidding. Life is complicated, and living with yourself is even more so.

Dealing with fake news.

If it is "fake" then it did what those things are designed to do. Appeal to what we already believe. I believe that many "Trumpers" would say what is in this piece. Some actually have. So a false post confirming thus only adds to the fire...which is the point of these things.

We just have to be vigilant about what we read. Learn to tell reality from the manufactured static meant to keep us angry, and apart.

Rudy:...I'm laying low during the occupation...me and Anne Frank.....

Sidney:...Both my attic, and basement are available for those that need.

Rudy:...it could actually come to that...history does repeat itself......

Sidney:...I know. During the Crown Heights Riots years ago I took a Jewish pedestrian into my house. He had wandered into a hostile mob. Yes I'm Black.

Rudy:...You did wellllllll....Good for u!@!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sidney:...My family taught me well. I also was raised among Holocaust Survivors. So many of the adults of my childhood had those green sometimes blue numbers on the arms. The guy who ran the candy story where I bought comics the grocer on the corner, and the tailor that made my Confirmation suit. It's true my community has a anti-Jewish problem...still un-addressed. Homophobia, and sexism is also common. Being oppressed does not automatically may you a just people. One has to work at it like everybody else.