Sure is pretty, but I wish these snow folks would be on their way.

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Shoot Me Now
I may not be returning to Smalltown’s Truth Sneakers Anonymous meetings. An outspoken Mr. J decided to take the floor with his tea-party agenda last night. I watched reasonable people being swayed by his words, and I probably made some enemies before leaving the church basement where we meet. This was polite company until yesterday, and our meetings were not meant to be a forum for political discourse. The U.S. president is not trying to sink the nation, buy up our ammo, starve the Armed Forces, or capitulate with terrorists, and the disadvantaged and immigrant elements in America are not crushing the economy by using food-stamp programs to buy Mercedes or shopping Nordstroms with fistfuls of EBT cards. America is being abandoned and we cannot look to Congress or the White House for support anymore. They don’t work for us. They don’t work period.
I grew up angry with our government for many things, but our lawmakers have been absorbed and nullified by the truly big moneyed groups and I don’t know why anyone would imagine otherwise. We’ve watched and supported America Incorporated for many decades with our reckless spending exceeding our output, and our election of officials who could only deliver on promises to their masters. This year we saw the biggest sweepstakes ever rewarded to Wall Street through the elimination of jobs and benefits, and our banks received welfare support that was supposed to be marked as stimulus for American enterprise. That money instead has been sent overseas just as our oil is about to be spilled from Keystone to foreign markets. Meanwhile energy, food, health care, and taxation costs have risen along with unattainable educational tuition.
I was angry 40 years ago when the bean-counters were quietly taking over R&D departments and the CEOs were innocently looking for less expensive production techniques. I wrote a nasty letter to General Electric then and walked out on what might have been a rewarding future. Where were you crazy dudes with your silly pistols then? Why weren’t you launching your soup cans at the White House when Reagan’s ‘trickle down’ was announced and the banks were subsequently deregulated? Where were you nut balls when we mounted our heinous and disastrous efforts in Afghanistan and Iraq? How about being held gunpoint for bank bailouts? And what was that inane crap about ‘government keep your hands off our medicare’? You fools had a president trying to buck the trend to your advantage by expanding Medicare to everyone by diminishing the insurance companies interest. Corporate backlash promptly saw United Healthcare and Wellpoint drafting the new insurance laws because you low-functioning types would rather see those out-of-network unapproved-procedure notices in your mail instead of having a ‘government bureaucrat’ between you and your doctor.
Let me get this straight, J. You mistakenly blame Barack instead of George for freeing the fetters that ban our armies from turning on our citizens in case of uprising. The directive hasn’t been rescinded because of continued threats posed by folks like yourself! And you want President Obama to supply the military with more tanks and planes and bronze bullet casings but when those same forces arrive in your town to take over, you want more 22 caliber and 9mm ammo to drive them back offshore to fight the real enemy who we’ve been arming and whose treasuries we’ve been bolstering since before you took your first dump?
Holy crap.
“We are in the process of creating what deserves to be called the idiot culture. Not an idiot sub-culture, which every society has bubbling beneath the surface and which can provide harmless fun; but the culture itself. For the first time, the weird and the stupid and the coarse are becoming our cultural norm, even our cultural ideal.” – Carl Bernstein -1992
Sorry J. Of course we are all saddened, angered, and feeling the insecurity of knowing things are spiraling out of control, but this is not new and it’s not going to end in some grand engagement of opposing forces like good and evil, rich and poor, capitalists and communists, anti-and pro-abortionists, gay and straight supporters, Democrats and Republicans or any of the myriad standoffs that Roger Ailes and his Foxy smoke-screener friends like to cloud the stage with. We are not going to be downing cans of Campbell’s soup while we swap out our 100 round magazines and then rebuilding each others barns and high-fiving after the dust settles. The more precarious our infrastructure gets and the more dependent we allow ourselves to become on electronic transfer and satellites the more likely you’ll be aiming your trusty AK at your own neighbor stopping by for some spaghettios.
Always, always follow the money, J. It’s the only globally accepted religion!
Unadulterated
I stepped from my new time machine to find it still snowing out, gravity seemed weaker, and also to realize that my machine was flawed. There were no dinosaurs, no dancing natives, and my workroom hadn’t changed a bit. I had changed, however. I was was much smaller – and younger!

Aha great – time doesn’t change but I do! Serious problems lay with this as I must take care not to extend trips to beyond my birth, and not too far into my projected twilight years, either. Since that maiden run, I have observed myself across the years and discovered one underlying and interesting feature. Although my antics change, and the people I hang with do too, part of me always stands aside and watches. That part of me has never changed, an impartial and detached watchful eye, and I wonder; is this the conduit connecting me with all of life on Earth – the Earth itself – to my Universe? I have noticed, when looking into other peoples’ eyes, a direct path to something far greater than the silly stuff coming from their mouths. I suppose we must deliberately gyrate our lives away in order partly to try and hide from this fact. It may be too scary for most.
So Smalltown is still here. Smothered in layers of quilted snowflakes it almost looks like an ice-age is in progress, but no. Today I can go outside and watch myself play as a child. I’m gonna plow a knee-deep path to my fort and throw the white stuff in the air and watch it sparkle down!
God in the Conception, Devil in the Execution
The weather here in Smalltown has been freezing-cold and treacherous, lately! I had trouble just getting my Dodge 4×4 up the road to our Truth Sneakers Anon. meeting, but I had something I wanted to say this week. (A few of us meet routinely to air our own faults and foibles; confessing our sins and guilty acts openly just seems to be therapeutic.) But as I slid into the church lot where we meet, my own message slipped my mind. Dammit, I lit a smoke and sat shivering but it wouldn’t come. I had thought up a beautiful vindication for all of the bad things I’d ever done, starting with peeing on my mother’s hostas, once. Simple and elegant I would come out appearing almost saintly in only a few sentences. Well poop, at least somewhere in my mind there is a grand unified excuse for my performance in life.
So, inside, after some give and take it was my turn at the lectern and I had to improvise:
“People, it just seems to me we’ve been awful rough on ourselves, lately, as if all of our good deeds are erased by a few out-of-control moments of greed, lust, or whatever. So. As small comfort, let us review. Whether we humans were modeled by God from clay or seeded by passing comets, we have been on and of the Earth for a very long time. All of us, plants and animals too, are composed entirely of the elements around us and fashioned by the weather in our respective geographies. That is why our minds can be as placid as a moonlit lake, or as tempestuous as lightning in a hurricane at sea!”
I waved to the snow squalling outside the window for a chuckle.
“If we can simply and acknowledge this in ourselves and others then we can also understand that, when trying to domesticate ourselves further, we face natural handicaps. If we the spiritually motivated, wannabe enlightened ones, or even the personal and professional development folks want to proceed in our self-perfection, let us recognize our limitations as real but not insurmountable.
Let us remember – we’re OK.”
Everyone laughed. They always laugh at me but that’s OK, too. We had some coffee and pizza and wrapped up for the night. I turned out the lights and thought “that elements and weather thing doesn’t explain away all the things I’ve done”.
Oh well, it will come to me.
Stockboys – from Walmart to Wall Street
Well, the gods’ quick response to our Christmas dinner prayer is ‘no’, the less fortunate will not be smiled upon right away. 2014 will ring in cashed out for many unemployed Americans whose benefits are likely to be curtailed. Cousin Bob’s unspoken prayer caveat is that in order to receive assistance, one must pull themselves up by their own straps. So I’m reviewing the many companies I’ve managed and served and realize there was always about 15 percent of the employees who performed little-to-naught but be in the way. Strangely these folks are almost always near the ‘top’ of their ‘chain’, ‘ladder’, or TQM track, but are considered by most to be clueless. Ask a nurse to look in on a nursing-home patient? Ask a retail store manager where to put that excess Christmas inventory? Heh. Ask the banking class what they have done with 2 1/2 trillion dollars printed since 2008 by the Fed? Certainly Wall Street is well poised and it seems the best thing a poor boy could do is get a night job at Walmart and day trade when the sun’s up. Armed with perhaps a double Master’s or a couple of graduate degrees one can earn 8-10 dollars an hour seed money stocking those shelves, or how about that blossoming field for call-center representatives? Unfortunately, retail at-home investing is a fool’s game; the high-frequency traders have few rules to keep them from sucking any loose change from enterprising Moms and Pops.
Now, if this sounds like more sour grapes being heaped into a vat already overflowing – it’s not. Everything in the Universe is exactly as it must be. We are all guilty of greed and ignorance to a degree, and our addiction to Chinese-made stuff is more than enough incentive to roust even the laziest of us out of our easy chairs and into the workplace. However, the discourse and awakening must be kept alive and pointed toward the fact that our underprivileged are not the ineffectually sedentary and our dual economy is encouraging a ruling class of politicians, banksters, and corporate slave holders who – do what for a living?

A Christmas Séance
Well, it’s going to be a white Christmas here in Smalltown, after all! Hitched up we’ll ride through the woods to family dinner where cousin Bob will say grace and beseech the Lord to bestow mercy on those less fortunate. Then, with our mouths full and forks waving, the thinly veiled supremacist will rise from the table like an apparition commanding we speak in tongues:
“Those immigrants are going to take over the country!”, “Shame on all those lazy folks for sucking down government assistance!”, and “Boy that Obama is surely going to bankrupt this nation throwing all that money at the people!”
I know this irony is heard the world over, and perhaps it is our persistent belief in Gods that will one day bring us all to better accord, but we ought get our notions aligned before they’re presented to the Lord. Putting the cart before the horse may or may not get one back home safely and in good grace.
Merry Christmas




