Tuesday, December 18, 2018

No Perception of Purpose

I wonder who you are, where your entitlement comes from?  What commission have you been given?  What righteous indignation do you justify your actions.  Why do you carry that cross?

There is no greater calling than the goodness of man.  While I am not the bearer of such greatness within my own self as well, I recognize the lack thereof.  The gain is unknown to me.  I know not your pain and suffering.  It must be of some immense transgression that your pretty hatred stems.

I will not be the bearer of your stone.  I will not been my knee to your desperation.  Your decision is an ill gotten infection of your own inadequate capability to function somehow.  I will not lie in such mire.  For this is not the truth, and I shall not be the panacea for your perceived negligence.


Friday, December 14, 2018

Let Sleeping Dogs Lie

All you fuckers should have left me alone.  I am going to enjoy this too much.  I did not start the fire, but I am going to feed it, she is a hungry beast.

Ah, the challenge, well not really much of one, but oh the thought of burying these fuckers just made my year.

Thank you,

Sunday, December 09, 2018

Near That Time

Fuck this world, it is not worth the effort to try any more.  I am much too old to give a shit, and there is very little time left to make a difference.

Thank you,

Saturday, December 01, 2018

Merry Effing Xmas

The other day my wife said I still have to get you a Christmas gift.  Out of hand I said, don't worry about it.

Now that I think about it, I can not think of one thing I want or need really.  No, really, I can not think of one thing, one trinket that I would desire.

I am thinking, what would be nice?  A pint of warm stout, a pipe of Cavendish, on a sofa, with my wife, the dogs, and a nice warm fire, with some sweet low-fi jazz on playing softly in the background.  I think a nice evening of peaceful retreat from the insanity that is this f'd up life.

If you could wish for just one thing, just one simple thing, what would it be?  Medical technology that brings health back to my wife, so her life would not be a struggle to breathe.  To meet up with my old friends just one more time before memory wipes away all traces of their names from my memory.

I just can not think of anything.  Maybe, just a quiet end to my evening would be the best thing I could hope for.  You cannot buy that in a store. 

What would you wish for more than anything?


Saturday, September 08, 2018

GV Pasta, not Such a Great Value

How can a company take the same ingredients and make such an interior product?

I have purchased Great Value pasta from Walmart several times, hoping that perhaps the first few times it was a fluke.  No, every time it is bad.  It is mushy, no matter how I cook it, it still comes out pasty.  I've cooked it per instructions, still pasty.  I've cooked it less time, rinsed it in cold water, still pasty.  I've cooked it and let it set, still mushy and pasty.

It may be cheap, but somehow they have taken what is essentially a very simple to make product and made it so poorly that it is inedible.

I think it must be either their process, or the quality of their wheat.  Maybe it is both, but something just does not work.  I have used other store brands, like Wegmans' brand pasta, not even their premium label, just their standard label, and it comes out good every time.

Of course none of it is as good as fresh made pasta, but that is a different subject completely.  I do not expect even premium brands to be as good as fresh made pasta.  Still I can not for the life of me figure out what Walmart does to their pasta.  I can tell you this, I will not buy it again, I might as well throw my money away, it is that bad.

Maybe you do not have this issue, but for me it is just a no go, never again.


Wednesday, July 04, 2018

Curtain Cat Call

What do you people want from me?  Want me to talk about politics?  To talk about Trump?  He is who he is, meet him once, many years ago, was having lunch in a place in NY City with my employer, her knew Donald.  Donald came over, I was introduced, we did not speak though.  Donald talked to my employer.  His Manor of speech that he uses is for the common folk, it endears him to his perception of his core constitutes.  That day he was loud and obnoxious to the waitress, but articulate and relatively intellectual to my employer, so take from that what you will.  He is not quite our worst president, definitely not a good leader, but he only wanted to run and win, he did not know what it takes to be an insider.

The Republicans tried to get rid of Obama for eight years, so I guess it is only fair that the Democrats will try to get rid of Trump for four years.  I do not think he has the staying power.  So it is unlikely he will be around much longer, but we will get past this, and most likely whoever gets in afterwards will spend the next four years trying to repair the damage.  Politics is a ruthless game with few winners, and a lot of losers.  I considered a political career for a brief moment.  I came to my senses when the John Birch society tried to co-op me for their cause.

Global politics is even more corrupt, and far too complex to address in a short blog post, so I will leave that for another day.

So is that what you want?  Maybe you want financial opinion, hmm?  Well to be perfectly honest with you, I have been out of the loop for the most part on the financial scene.  In fact I have been out of the scene no matter what you are talking about.  When I decided to become a regular guy, well that meant pulling out of the scenes.  I no longer went to art openings, I no longer hung out with local politicians, or college professors (pretty much the same thing).  I no longer hung out with the press, or editors of newspapers.  I did not go to parties with my friends, I gave up my retainers on lawyers, and I stopped making connections with business people.

That used to be my life.  That used to be who I was.  Though I was never a social person, I made connections with owners of bars and taverns, with people who had influence in places and politics.  I used my connections, and I had my circle of friends who I could hang out with who would help me drink away my stress.  I used to write poetry, and short stories, some of which I actually had published in lesser known rags.

I used to read the pink sheets, and bet on the penny stocks, and sometimes I even bet on the exchange, but mostly I just watched the markets and gave away my advice.  I tried to start a few small businesses, but they were a little ahead of their time, so my timing was off there.

Then I lost.  I went down in flames, and I left it all to burn behind me.  I lost who I considered my daughter, I lost my will to desire, and I tried to find the emptiness that was loss.  Then I was found, by a goddess who was in as much trouble as I was.  A match made more in darkness than in light, we still are together, but deep in shadow.

So what do you want from me, I poured out my life to you, what more do you want?

I will sacrifice myself to your pleasure, but please just tell me what do I have to do to be in the good graces again, so I can at least live a simple life without the hounds on me for a couple of years before I completely bow out of this good night.


Tuesday, June 12, 2018

What You Get for Thinking

I do everything wrong, no key words in my title, no hot topics in my blog, but here I am again watching the same old shoot'em up, and the same old who done what to whom.  I don't know much about anything, I just know I keep putting these miles behind me, and no matter how far I roam, I'm still ten thousand miles from home.

Hum this with a twelve four beat, it won't make it any better it will just be funny to me that some people will actually try to.

What am I doing here, watching the dogs, as they go ballistic after another motorcycle, or some random noisey car.