It seems there have been two breakthroughs, so far today. Anyone for a third?
One was metaphysical, and the second was political.
The second surprised me sufficiently that I’ve almost forgotten the first. I don’t know how to characterize it.
I think I got hobbit’s number, finally. That breakthrough was mainly just a tidying up of some ontological loose ends, not having to do with immaterialism directly.
I can’t even reconstruct my chain of thought. I just had the feeling of being stuck on something, but then it just gave way, like a portal, I guess.
And, on the second matter, I think I’ve got donald’s number. I think he’s trying to hijack the country....... but so am I. The bad news for donny is that I got here three years before he did, and I know how to be subtle....... how to call my shots, and not waste ammo. donny is just so careless. Does he truly not have clue? The problem with donny is that he subscribes to the CorTT, and has no idea what that is. I guess I’ll just have to take hobbit and donny to school.
Now, if only I could remember the darn lesson plan......
We could start with CohTT.......
If a little coherence is good, is more coherence better?
Coherence is the one thing we just can’t get enough of? Something like that.
If that is the case, we must have an infinite amount of it.
Where is all this coherence hiding? Mainly inside of ourselves.
Why didn’t someone clue us in, before? I guess the time wasn’t right.
As it is, we’re all wound up pretty tight, now. But it may all be downhill from here, in the sense that we’re in the home stretch.
Are the animals in the home stretch......?
Not really....... in the sense that they never left home.
hobbit, go ask any animal if they feel alienated. I think they’d say, what the f*ck are you talking about hobbit?
Ok, ask a cheetah, pacing in her cage if she feels alienated...... of course she does. Go ask Fido if he feels alienated...... what the f*ck, are you talking about, hobbit?
Ask hobbit if he feels alienated......... hell, yeah, man!
Ask donny if he feels alienated....... hell, yeah, man!
What are they alienated from? The only consistent answer would likely be something like God or nirvana. And they’d be right.
Ask joe six pack, at the ballpark with his buddies watching the home team winning the pennant....... he would say..... what the f*ck are you talking about?
So, what is donny trying to prove? I’m not actually sure.
I’m speculating that donny believes that we amuricans feel alienated from our manifest destiny.
Does donny think he has a handle on that Destiny?
He might, and he might not be so far off the mark.
But, right now, I’m kinda standing in the way, and he might feel a bit frustrated about that.
How can I relieve his frustration......?
Well, donny needs to relieve our trepidation. donny’s behaving like smelly....... what the f*ck do I care, it’s all just a game, and who cares about the rules?
Well, donny, you’ve gotten off your reservation. Try boring us, for a change. See if you can do that. We’ve got more important stuff to think about. See if you can be something other than the world’s biggest distraction. I’m mean, if that’s what your script is saying, well, ok, donny, but, in that case, you’re not likely to last much longer before the white coats come knocking.
I know, donny’s seen Paris, and, like with smelly, it’s hard to keep him down on the farm.
Foot has had plenty of practice keeping me on the farm...... in my cage. It hardly rattles at all. Speaking of which........
Is Joe quite as clueless as he pretends to be.
I think he is. That’s why he’s keeping so many secrets. Basically, like donny, and unlike smelly, he’s paranoid about most everything.
donny is one part joe and the other part smelly.
Where does the lad fit into this picture? I gather that the lad has also seen Paris, but....... but what.....?
But he was just a tourist. Do donny and vlad and the others, do they want green cards? They would all have to retire, first, kinda like aloisius. They’d rather play the game, knowing what they know.
Hmmm....... that kinda sounds like me. My problem...... I figured out the game before it was too late...... back in ‘77 and ‘91. And foot kept me on the short leash...... for my own good, mind you.
I do get my jollies, once in awhile.
And, fortunately, I do have a fairly long standing obsession with the truth. That’s been my shortest leash.
Look, I had my fair share of frustration and alienation, but, really, getting to blog the truth while sitting at home with a fresh breeze blowing and a glass of wine....... it’s pretty hard for me to imagine a better job.
Should you be jealous......?
Maybe. Should I feel sorry? Maybe.
So what, if I have the best possible job? Do I deserve it?
I sincerely doubt it. Am I just lucky? Maybe..... I won the job lottery.
I do feel a bit like a connoisseur, here...... like I’ve been in the wine tasting business for a while, so I know how to sit back and appreciate a good vintage.
I must have done my homework in a few other lives.
Should smelly be jealous? Well, he’d be the last to admit it. He just hasn’t developed the taste. Maybe in his next life, or maybe his permanently retired. He just not a connoisseur of sausage factories, the way I am. To each their own. Amen, brother.
So, now what.......?
Hey, maybe that’s about it.
There’s nothing left to blog. I’ve worked myself out of a job. I’m just taking work away from the more deserving folks.
Hmmm....... I don’t quite feel like retirement, just yet. It seems like I might have a few more things to say.
There is still a fair amount of rationalizing to do. That’s the only thing I’m good at, if I’m good at anything. And besides, I’m still only on my first glass. And I’m still procrastinating on doing my laundry. Heaven forbid. I only have to get sober by 5:30, when debbie kicks me out. That reminds me that I should be calling the other debbie.........