Bits & Pieces

Lordy, lordy, I'm way over 40 and my how time flies. It's been about one year since my buddy talked me into this endeavor into madness! Yep, if it wasn't for Klem, it would not be! My goal was to let you, the readers decide what type of lunatic I am. I have been all over the board, front and back, that's how I like it. I wish to convey whatever is on my mind. I have all these serious stories I wish to write but it takes time, more time than I have on a day to day basis. To write serious it takes me a couple hours to get my old brain in line, and by that time it's nappy time for an old man, u-know! Or maybe if you're under 50 you don't know. The one thing I enjoy more than anything else is to come home after work, relax, get a bite to eat play with Fido and Fiddle Dee, my dogs (No that's not their real names.) and before bedtime go over to the computer and see where my mind is. Klem calls it automatic writing, you'll have to overlook him, he is my age, but went to college so he has words for everythang. (I know I misspelled that, sometimes I prefer the way my mind hears the word as it rolls off my brain. One day I'll leave all my misspelled words as my mind hears them, That'll make for some interesting laughs.) I assume it is like an automobile, you put an automatic in D and go like hell. (That I like.) If you have a shift, you shift gears as needed, you're actually controlling the shift points. I only got one gear and it stays in D, it has no place else to go, if I put it in N, I would be like the other people I know. Ain'ta no way I'm gonna put in in R, shit I can barely walk forward and keep my balence, no way I'm going to try that R thing-a-ma-gig. I do put it in P, when I sleep and that's where I get the ideas to my serious stories when I get around to writing them.

I was fascinated by a class I took in High School a few years ago. (So I may be telling a little white lie, in reality it does seem as though it has been only a few years, I do have white hair.) Damn what was that elective class all about, we studied dream interpretation and I found that extremely fascinating. I been a-think-un about buying me a do-ja-ma-floppy so than If I wake up during a dream I can say a few words about the dream, then go back to sleep and hopefully be able to recount, rethink, remember my dream in more detail. Hey don't blame me I got my mind in D and can't control it until it runs out of thoughts, sorry!

Damn, I do get sideswiped sometimes, Just chalk that up to old age and call it a senior moment. Any how, Klem said "it's called automatic writing to say what's on your mind". So by now if you have read some of my whatch-a ma-call-it style of writing, I know what to call it.

It's certainly been a wild ride as I struggle with making them damn keys on the keyboard work with my mind. It's like we're married, arguing all the time. Believe it or not I find it relaxing, typing for a while before going to bed, It gets plum silly after taking my nighttime medicine. But you see that's what I find so entertaining, and relaxing. Is that some form of meditation? Sometimes I'll be in complete darkness, just me and Hewie (My computer) and my fingers and my mind seem to be in tune and I just go with the flow, whatever happens, happens. Whow-za, I get real sleepy, press the mousey to publish and go to bed. I read what I wrot-a the next day and sometimes I think damn, what misfit wrote that, other times I think it be kinda cute, other times I think I best keep my mouth shut about bad mouthing them assholes in D.C. (NAH)

I would like to write funny stuff everyday but u-know sometimes life just ain't funny. I do not like it when my mind visits Uncle Darkness, but let's face it, shit happens! I say, I'm not going to write when I'm visiting Uncle Darkness. Everybody has bad days, weeks or whatever, we're only human, whatever the ???k that means!

The most intelligent person that has been the greatest influence in my life and I quote him now, "I am, what I am" and damn, I forgot who the hell that was, I hear my bed calling me goodnight.  

That's All Folks

What shall I write today, I never have nothing in mind as I relax at the computer before going to bed. [YAWN] I'm putting myself to sleep already. [YAWN] Damn this may be short, or I've figured out a way to skip meditation and go straight to my dreams. That would give plenty to write about I guarantee you. My dreams are so full so real, better than these damn dumm and stupid movies they make anymore. As a young teenager I wanted to be a movie critic. I thought that would be the ultimate and best job you could have. Growing up my family didn't have a television, so I read anything and every thing. First was the dime comic books, I was the sidekick to all the Super Heroes. Then it was biographies of famous people and so on and so forth. My imagination blossomed from these books, I could feel the book and lose myself into another world. It was fantastic! Then, my first Saturday morning movie with some friends at the age of 12. My first real movie at a real theatre. Not the movie show places of today. A real magnificent theatre built in the early 1900's. Originally a grand theatre for performing arts, funded by the founding families of the area. Later turned into a movie house on such a grand scale that a young lad found magical, escaping into visual imagery not thought possible. My first movie was 1,000 Leagues Under the Sea, I had read the book. To this day all the technological advances doesn't hold a candlestick compared to my first screening of a movie in color, in a grand old movie theatre. Of course, I had seen black and white movies at school and at the boys club. Yes we visited friends and family that had T V, however nothing prepared a poor boy for this wondrous smelling, glorious way of completely immersing your self into another world as you ride along. The cartoons before the actual movie were funnier, and so much bigger than on the little t v. Remember, one gigantic screen, one movie, but it was in gigant-a-screen and mega-sound and cimemascope and all that fantastic stuff of that era! Sunday thru Wednesday was one movie, Thursday thru Saturday was another. I was a paper boy making my own money, every Saturday afternoon and every Sunday afternoon I was at the only movie theatre in town. Didn't matter what was playing, I was there at the 2 P. M. matinee. The last movie I screened at that movie house was Clint Eastwood in The Unforgiven. I can honestly say that was the last movie I totally immersed myself into. The smell of that old movie house especially on the hottest day of the summer. You enter thru oversized doors from another era and fresh popcorn popping overwhelms your senses, then the coolness of the inside hits you, then the coolness of the ancient decor with the stairways on each side of the theatre taking you to the balcony, where the grandest of another time overwhelms you, taking you to unparelled highs in enjoyment. All I can say, that's entertainment that I truly miss!

Entertainment can be imitated and mass produced. More of everything does not make it better, it makes it, stale! You go and pay, for the same-o same-o! If one is good more is better, is it? Seems to me since around the original Star Wars it has become mass produced conglomerate advertising mega hits, targeted to sales of everything. Entertainment sure has changed, is it better? Why of course how can a mega movie theatre be bad. You pay more for drinks, popcorn, the movie has to be better. How many damn scary, vampire, world ending, destroying movies do you need! I say damn why end the H. P. series when their young adults. How many more books and movies can be written and made into movies, when you have created a fan base until they die. Plenty more mass marketing left there.

Damn television has been so overdone that people are leaving the damn thing on not for the entertainment value but for sheer company. That's right just to hear the noise. The bigger the T V the better for the children to rot their little brains and becoming smaller from all the games. Junior can't read, but damn you ought to see him work the game console.

ENTERTAINMENT MY ASS! TODAY'S WORLD IS SO OVER SATURATED WITH NOTHING, THEREFORE NOBODY KNOWS NOTHING. TEENAGERS TEXT, TEXT, TEXT. "YEAH I QUIT SCHOOL SO I WOULD HAVE MORE TIME TO TEXT". IS THIS ENTERTAINMENT TODAY, TEXTING, GAME PLAYING, MINDS BUSY WITH RIGHT NOW SATISFACTION. IS THIS THE IMAGINATION INSTILLED OR CREATED BY MASS MEDIA. UNFORTUNATELY I THINK SO!

I LEAVE YOU TODAY WITH A VERY INTERESTING TID-BIT OF INFORMATION I LEARNED TODAY, I BELIEVE IT TO BE ACCURATE. THERE IS A GROUP OF PEOPLE THAT IS LESS THAN 1% OF THE WORLDS POPULATION. THIS GROUP HAS 40% OF THE WEALTH!!! ABSOLUTELY FASCINATING!!!   good day my friends of the world or there abouts... that's all FOLKS!

Endangered Species

Many things on my mind but when I turn the lights out after taking my meds, sometimes it gets scary. I lean back in my chair and wait... If I could turn back time and be like some people I know. To lose myself in the abyss of NOW. Whow to think of only, now! Not that I wish to be a child forever, however; some people seem to keep that going for them their whole life! Life is one big play box full of toys. Someone today bought a dozen donuts and ate five on the way to work. Excuuuse me, is that something that he is sooo proud of, that he must tell someone that don't care! Yep to him it was!

I had a vision at work today and I'm going to share it. I look around at the ones I work with and shake my old head sometimes. I think damn this people have trouble working here and this is the simplest job and probably the easiest job I've seen for a factory environment. Is this what the average worker of today has progressed to! No wonder everyone is being labeled challenged today, if I an old man can out work and out think them and I have one foot in the casket and more mental problems than all of them put together.

The leaders of these fine specimens of endangered species are much better workers, BUT have absolutely no supervisory or leadership qualities. They become supervisors??? by default. They've  been here a long time, so the smart upper managers say, let's make Atta Boy and Thatta Girl leaders because they show up and have been here a loong time! Yep, shows their intel doesn't it! Well that works fine until one day, this little company that could, became a real factory, with real machinery and a real big, fine, new industrial building in a real industrial park. These fine managers that have been here for a loong time, hire a lot of challenged workers, now don't get yer panties in a tizzy, there's a hand full of good quality workers like Klem, Susie and others. It's them others that are lazy, incompetent, challenged. If they are reminiscent of what has been produced in the last 30 years or so, it explains why we have no jobs left in America. These ones can't think on their feet, they can't think sitting down, they probably have more active brain cells during nap time!

There's more, I got to thinking we ought to trade these challenged ones with our elected officials in Washington. They might get more done. Get rid of all them millionaires, lawyers and college ones, they sure as hell have taken this country down the crapper. Let the Mommies and Daddies of the challenged ones be the advisors to the new representatives, they sure as hell are used to obstacles dealing with WE THE PEOPLE, because we be the people that have to work every day with problems stacked up against us, and have to make up for the lack of LEADERSHIP from all directions. These candy ass, lobby sucking s. o. b's sure as hell don't give a rat's ass about what WE THE REAL PEOPLE deal with every fucking day of our life!!! We SUFFER FROM LACK OF LEADERSHIP AT THE LOWEST LEVEL WHY SHOULD WE EXPECT ANY MORE FROM THE UPPITY CRUST OF SOCIETY.  damn wasn't expecting that to come to the forefront and be a post! 

Or There Abouts!

I have no idea where yesterday's post came from, but I sure had fun writing it. That be better than meditation, because I fall asleep when I meditate! Don't you just get plum sick of advertisements and Politicians. The Prez seems to get his picture in the paper every dog-gone day. I suppose every dog has his day! But damn every day with them big ears, sheesh already. He is starting to remind me of Ross Perot. Ross Perot reminded me of one of them Star Trek characters with the big ass ears, I think they were called Ferengi or something like that, uuuhh! Wait a minute them little Ferengi fellers were always conniving to make money. Ross Perot is a billionaire and he is a little feller, maybe he's got some Ferengi blood in him, ya'reckon. Just a thought! What kind of alien might the President be? He's tall and skinny with big eyes. Hey, maybe them tall skinny gray aliens have distant cousins that have a good tan. Yeah that's it, he's a tall skinny dark skin alien. He was sent here to planet earth to be in the paper every day telling the American people that he has a plan to fix everything. He sends out some kind of interplanetary spell. Now I got it, yes-sir-ree they can't fool ol'Glen View and his casts of growing castaways. He has infiltrated the planet by the way of! Holly smokes, wasn't his father from Zimbawe or there abouts, and his mother a Doctor of something, or there abouts and she was working for the government or there abouts. Damn, damn, damn, I forgot all the details because I never thought that it would be important. Whow-doggie I'm seeing a conspiracy theory of  the highest makings as in interplanetary or there abouts. I wonder if Hollyweird would be interested in a true story for once, nah, probably not! There too damn busy making all these wonderful movies like Super Heroes save the world XIV, or My Momma Your Momma XIX, we can't overlook Perry Hotter at age 100, titled The Broom Broke & I Misplaced My Little Stick Thing-a-ma-doodle. Can't wait for that one! Damn I've lost my train of though or there abouts. I maybe onto something, wasn't there some kind of problem about his birth certiticate or there abouts! It probably be kind of hard to list his real identity if he was mixed with a pinch of this and a dash of that on a spaceship with sperm and eggs from everywhere. He be a real interplanetary alien, sheesh legal or not don't make no difference anymore, anyhow! Man, oh man what kind of D. N. A. What does those letters stand for? Probably Do Not Ask! Seems rather appropriate don't it!

What did we learn here today boys and girls of Blogdom. Not one damn thing, but I sure had fun writing it and gave you a little glimpse inside the mind of, I'm not sure, my nighttime medicine has put everyone to sleep but me... That's one scary thought!!!  goodnight out there, wherever yee be....

Snake Oil Pitch

Gather around my dear friends, I would like to tell you about a cure for what ails you, be it sniffles, scurvy, stomach ailments, eye sight, nervousness, gout, pneumonia, cancer, heart ailments, tiredness or plum just sick of life... Yes, sir, a bottle of my magic elixir will fix whatever ails you! Gangrene of the leg, this magic potion will clear that right up, absolutely! Today's special buy two bottles and recieve one free of this secret ingredient taken from the snake of the mighty Amazon Jungle, discovered by the Captain as I lie dying. I have spent my entire life searching for cures from all over the world, this magical healing power was discovered as I lay on my deathbed, from jungle fever. The local Indians of the Amazon use this potion, known only to their Medicine Man, it comes from a rare snake. As a young boy I stowed away on a great ship that sailed the world. This ship and captain was no ordinary sea faring vessel. This Ship's Captain became a rich man and he wanders the far reaches of the globe searching myths and legends, in doing so he finds the unknown, never before heard of secrets not known to civilized man. This, my dear friends I have brought to you here in Dodge City Kansas on this day of September in the year 1882. I have traveled from St. Louis where I carefully supervised the mixing of the Captains own elixir. We use it exclusively on the Captain's Ship where I guarantee you, it cured all. You will not be disappointed, I have only a limited supply to sell today, tomorrow I must go back for supplies. I may never be this way again, so don't miss out. I drink it every day and I'm 101 years old that's right my friends, you never would of guessed me or any one to live that long. Lookee here, at how a man a-century old can dance, I don't mind a-bragging the ladies still find me, well let's just say my mast is mighty and my sail is always full. Let me remind you once again directly after the show I'll be leaving to restock my wagon. Since this is to be my last stop, I'm going to sweeten my offer, since my wagon moves faster on a light load, by the way I neglected to tell you this here magic snake potion also works wonders for any horse or mule discomfort. If their leg is sore from a sprain just rub this wonder linament on and after a nights rest they'll be kicking the barn doors down to get to working fer ya. Okay the deal now is if you buy 3 bottles for a mere $1.00 a bottle, I'll throw in 2 bottles free. Yes-sir that's what I call a steal. I must return to St. Louis to replenish my supply. Lookee here my good friends I drink it just like this. [taking a good slug straight from the bottle] It works fine for the baby's colic, one tablespoon mind-ya and that baby will quiet right down and you'll be able to get your sleep. that's right my friends! Step right up for the deal of a lifetime. Don't be stingy folks I probably won't be this way again so buy your supply now!

SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT FOR TODAY FROM THE MAN OFA-THOUSAND MINDS!!!   Hope you had a laugh at my making fun of HUCKSTERS.   Glen View

Main Steet as a young pup & old dog!

We wish to think our life's experiences & enjoyments were soo much better, way back when! "I pity the fool"! (Thank you Mr. T.) Experiences that are profoundly bad, scary, sad, never die, they stay and can be quickly retrieved from our memory instantaneously. The flip side of the record of life, caries the good, heartwarming memories. What about the 99% of living, where is that stored? Is it forgotten? I don't think so!!! Those of you old enough to remember 45 records, of our favorite groups back in the dark ages, before the modern revolution of computers. You would buy the record for the A side. One day you decide to play the B side, & & &, HALLELUJAH!!! A one in a million hit is found. I love these life's moments.

I have only brief memories of life before 1st grade. Jumbled, good & bad. From that point until now, all of life is blurred. What a shame! I have forgotten the vast majority of my life? Here lies the color, the make up, the body of life. MAN! it's who we are! I'm over a half-century old, I briefly remember my first seven years. I really, really, remember my last seven years. In between is my life!

Way back when young walking down Main Street of Ameicana was eye-popping. As a young pup I was drooling, wagging my tail at all the smells & sights. I couldn't get enough. Every store was unique, therefore each one was amazinging. Imagine if you will. (I know you have an imagination OR you wouldn't be visiting my little site!) You walk into the world megalith shop till you pop conglomerates of the modern era, what do you smell? Think_____ chicken, bakery items or chain outlets right inside the door. That is your common store like Wally's World, where you can get an oil change, rotate your tires, while your frozen chicken is thawing out! It'll take that long at the speedy automotive department. Why you ask? If you have to ask, you've never tried the automotive department, where Jim Bob, Ray Bob, Earl Bob, brothers & their cousins Floyd, Confused, Skeeter & let's not forget their cross dressing man/woman Tyrone Beth. (Did I draw that picture too accurate & scare you to near death,
Sorry!

Okay, the modern shop until you drop stores of today aim to please every middle class American. I just described the low end mega store. The upper end of the dying middle class as in College and skilled trade ones, that are in demand. You walk into these stores and you don't smell nothing a-cooking. You smell freshly cleaned squeegee machined antibacterial smelling floors, & what a shine. You think, man-oh-man this here is my kind of a store! So your 50$ an hour plumbers can shop here!    

Sorry, I can't describe where the rich people shop. I never been to any of these stores. But on T V & the movies they appear to be individualized speciality stores.

I'm a mite confused! As a young pup & young adulthood, Main Street housed individual specialty stores. You could park your 15 year old Ford, or your brand new Lincoln Continental & walk into the Candy store, Drug store/Ice Cream store, buy a magazine or book at the Book store, WALK into the Bank, (What walk in!) catch a hamburger & fries with a fountain made fresh coca-cola. Go to the Men's Store, Jewelry Store, seems every other corner had a real Service Station. You see the picture, don't ya! Damn, damn, damn! I'm confused! 

Today you walk Main Street, Banks, Insurance Companies, Financial Brokers, Real Estate Agents, Lawyers Offices. So Main Street once was middle class Americana. 

Now it's Corporate America! Hum... Seems money has taken over everywhere! They've taken over our identity, we middle class no longer have our Main Street. Once proud thriving heartbeat of America is parking garages and Wall Street. They've reaped their harvest at the raping of our heart, our soul, our identities have perished along with our MainStreets!

How very sad! We have our Mega Stores, our Chain Restaurants, that eat at the very foundation that we once were! Progress is here, I for one don't like it! All the bad of the world has taken over my little Home Town. We have Mega Movie Theaters with mass created un-watchable entertainment for the mentally challenged. We have every chain restaurant to further kill our families off. We have lost our good paying middle class jobs for low paying outlet stores. Millions are losing the roofs over their heads because they can no longer make house payments on their little pink houses in Suburbia. Their jobs have gone south, east, north, west as in another country. Yet, our elected representatives have given the rest of the world OUR childrens future. The banks of the world grow fat off the American people yes sir! Ah, Main Street today is GREED!!!

I WAS IN A REMINISCING MOOD AS I DROVE DOWN MAIN STREET OF MY HOMETOWN IN THE WEE HOURS OF THE MORNING ON SUNDAY AUGUST 4. SO MANY THOUGHTS FILLED MY HEAD I MUST WRITE THEM DOWN. THIS PIECE IS A JUMBLED MESS OF MEMORABILIA BUT SOMEHOW SEEMS APPROPRIATE OF WHO WE HAVE BECOME IN THIS MODERN AGE OF NO IDENTITY. THE POWERS THAT BE HAVE STOLEN IT! MAIN STREET THE GOOD DAYS ARE GONE FOREVER, I PITY THE FOOLS OF THE NEW GENERATIONS, THEY KNOW NOT WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO THEIR FUTURE AND THE CONTINUAL RAPAGE OF THEIR UNBORN CHILDREN!  I apologize, my intent was to write a funny piece as it started off to be. I was hijacked as my mind went serious on ya'all... I'm sorry! Glen View

I Believe

I set in complete darkness, except for the light of my computer screen. Its hard to admit that after much more than half a century I know less than I ever did in my entire life. I was patriotic and believed in the American way. That was instilled in my family and that was passed down. Good basic core family values, God, family, country, work hard pay taxes obey the law. "ASK NOT WHAT YOUR COUNTRY CAN DO FOR YOU, BUT WHAT YOU CAN DO FOR YOUR COUNTRY"!!! Beautiful words I believed in, as I believe a lot of the citizens believed when, John Fitzgerald Kennedy spoke those words in the earl sixties.... He wanted to put a man on the moon, I believed him... Children believe in Mamma, Daddy, Grandma, Grandpa, Easter Bunny, Santa Claus, Christmas and all the stories that make Christmas so, soo special... You learn early in life about certain myths, others persist. You need to believe so, you just do. If your family believes you must believe. You learn to read, then read the newspaper, I believed... So many books, so much schooling, teachers are smart I believed... Everybody seems smarter than me so I listen and I believed... Sixties saw much chaos, turmoil in America, death of a President, I believed... A necessary war in Vietnam I believed... Walter Cronkite every evening, I believed.. A man landing on the moon in 1969, I believed... The seventies was good for me I believed... Eighties was good for me I believed in the good ol'U. S. of A. Why not its been good to me... In the nineties things they are-a-changing! Why I'm not sure, am I growing up, I seem to question the things I never use to, just didn't feel right! The Hollywood President of the eighties just never felt right to me. Why I wasn't sure but I still believed... During the nineties uncertainty, doubt, questions seem to build. Must just be me I'm getting older and going through a phase I shrugged it off mostly. I had plenty of questions but was going through my own life altering events, so my disbelief of questionable things going on here and around the world didn't matter I was fighting for my own survival. The Presidential election of the new millenia seemed cartoonish. A bad B movie made in Hollywood. More like Elmer Fudd and Daffy Duck fighting over who gets to roast Bugs Bunny. Eight years of disbelieve or plagues of Biblical Proportions are upon us. The gates of hell have opened up to slowly swallow the planet, one war at a time. You wake up one day and all the banks are in trouble!!! Give an old man a fucking break!!! The good ol'U. S. of A. is 14 trillion dollars in debt. So while we common hard working folk are raising our families some mighty Evil Entity has fucked the goose that laid the golden egg. Seems to an old country boy the foxes have been in charge of the hen houses all along just waiting for the precise time to rape pillage and plunder the chickens and take over the farm. We my friends are the chickens plucked and fucked almost to death... Why? We the average Joe's and Josephine's can't comprehend such evil Entities. Shit no!!! We been brought up believing in good, believing that people smarter than us are looking out for us. I believe we are up the creek without a paddle! Paddle my ass before long we ain't even going to have a boat.