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Drought. Rain.

21 Monday Dec 2020

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It had been awhile, since March? Who knows? I kept waiting for the rain while not only my throat, but my heart was parched.

Maybe you think you picked the right side in this fratricide. Maybe you think the wounds to your soul weren’t fatal, because there is no blood lost in this ersatz exsanguination.

Maybe it isn’t too late.

We have all lost wars.

And we have no monuments to our bombast and vanities

Whether our hair is kinky

Or straight.

To Sleep, Perchance…

20 Sunday Dec 2020

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I sleep at completely odd times. I sleep a little while, wake up,fritter away a couple of hours, sleep some more. This is, so I’ve heard what old guys do. And I will be 70 in approximately thirty-three days.Is that old?Not as old as Biden. Or Trump. Older than Buttigieg, by a lot.

So this stokes my anxiety level, particularly when the Federal Reserve is creating money out of thin air and I might have to get a vaccine made from aborted fetal tissue. Nothing like moral ambiguity, exacerbated by the United States Conference of Catholic Bishops. If manufacture of life-saving vaccines depend upon abortion providers and their, uh, “output”that is not an insignificant moral quandary. Tell me the pharmaceutical companies did not use fetal tissue in research, development and manufacture of the COVID-19 vaccine. Please. Tell me.

Well, anyway. Refocus. That is what The New Year is for.

The Old Year is where I am stuck. My car is on loan to my son, has been for almost two weeks. Now I am beginning to miss it. It will be back soon. I hope. It would be nice to get it back so I can resume doing stuff.

The current dystopia is beginning to feel comfortable. It fits like a old shoe. Mask at the ready? ✔ Socially distanced? ✔. Is there space available in the drug store? ✔ At least, when I’m home, watching old movies on TV, I can tell myself, “Things really haven’t changed all that much?”

They’re just things to lose sleep over.

Test In Adelaide

18 Friday Dec 2020

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I went to bed around 11:00PM. I slept three or four hours. I stayed awakr, watching a documentary on La Bellle Epoque, the period from 1890 to 1914, that described the cultural history of Western Europe and North America.

Almost decided to go back to bed, when I flipped the channel to cricket, (Willow) where Australia and India are involved in a test match in Adelaide. The Indian side has a 71 run leader over Australia. Josh Hazlewood is the #11 batsman and he is making a good accounting of himself.

I love watching these world class cricketers. They seem to be having a good time. Virat Kohli, captain of the Indian side, smiles readily, and maintains a pleasant banter with the Aussies. Understandable, I guess, he’s been competing against tbese Australian cricketers for years, in all formats of the game.

Cricket is part of the cultural glue, that keeps what was once the British Empire together. Remarkable, after all the tumult of the last century, that this game thrives. Cricket is a sublime mix of simplicity and complexity, so characteristic of all great sports.

I really should go back to bed, but, for now, there is no electoral fraud, COVID-19, Great (or not so great) Resets. Sensitive to my need to sleep, India just took the last wicket. At the end of the first innings India leads by 53.

Janet is on her way home. That’s another good reason to go back to bed.

Thank God for sport. I feel like the crap of the past year never happened.

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17 Thursday Dec 2020

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This is The Mother Of All Industrial Films

It is a moving, loving depiction of fruit cocktail, as if Dole’s commitment to fruit cocktail was all consuming.

Who knew?

Surfacing

17 Thursday Dec 2020

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It had been a long dive looking at whatever wonders the reef afforded her visitors.

“She’s alive, you know.”

So the divemaster/ marine biologist said. “Coral is a living thing. The part we notice, at which we marvel, is but the skeleton, the frame, the architecture.”

We forgot the lecture the minute our eyes turned downward. As we descended to this magic place, our air, our life came from the bottles on our backs. We were just visiting. This could have been Eden, had God preferred fishes, turtles, anemones to pomegranates, tortoises, or bunnies. What would have tempted Eve in this Garden? What proscribed fruit would tempt her in the depths, to bestow wisdom upon her? Maybe sin comes easier on dry land.

We can be awestruck only so long before the scales reencrust our eyes and we return to the show between our ears. But for the moment, we were enlightened in the depth where the sun still cast her rays.

We began the trip home, to limitless air, to food, to wine, to bed. Upward, we swam, our fins propelling us. We had not been down too long, before the air we nursed from from those bottles would betray us at our joints.

We removed the neoprene armour, the glass mask, the aluminum carapace whose contents sustained us in our piscene reverie. We had our time and mortality returned, along with appetite and lust.

After the depths, her body was new to me again. Naked, in the shower, we cavorted, grabbed, suckled, pulled, tweaked. I reclaimed her as mine.

In that night we forgot the lectures, the speeches, the polemics from those we gave our malleable wills. Two became one, in hope there would be three. The same longing possessed by Abraham, by Sarah, in that tent pitched on the gritty earth of Canaan, was ours in that room in that motel.

Pay Back Time

15 Tuesday Dec 2020

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Throughout the Nineteenth Century, China, in the waning days of the Manchu Dynasty, was systematically exploited, her sovereignty trampled on by the Western and. Industrialized Powers, Great Britain, France, Germany, Japan and the United States.

The U.S. thought in terms of trade and Christian evangelization. There were hundreds, perhaps thousands, of American missionaries who brought education, medicine and Christianity to China’s millions.

Well the Chinese can hold a grunge with the best of them . And all that Westernization, welcomed or not, hurt Chinese national pride. And we have payback, now. The Chinese have “invested ” for years. Wall Street made a lot of money selling our country out from under us

If the West could tamper with their sovereignty in the 1800’s, well the Chinese can mess with the sovereignty of Western nations here in 2020. When America is completely ravaged, our money worthless, our political institutions mere husks, our military in shambles, then perhaps when there is nothing left to steal, the Chinese will leave.

Maybe there will be a free and fair election in the U S of A again, but don’t bet on it. Whoever controls the election computers now control the outcomes. As long as the money holds out, we should be OK.

Confession

11 Friday Dec 2020

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So I went to Confession yesterday. It had been almost four months. I’m not in the habit of doing sinful things,so it’s a rather boring session, were it not for sharing my catalog of impure thoughts.

My priest, my confessor, is a good priest. He understands the evil so rampant in our time and the challenge of striving for purity and virtue. I made my confession read my Act of Contrition, and did my penance. For 15 minutes, I was to sit before The Blessed Sacrament, present in The Tabernacle and contemplate the saying from St Faustiina.

“Jesus, I trust in you.”

The penance was what I needed. Trusting Jesus (God The Son) during this time is a challenge. We come to believe all problems are intractable. The world can work quite well without my good ideas (or yours too).

I brought my Russian Orthodox icons for him to consecrate. He did.This is the one for The Nativity.

Drugs Of Choice

09 Wednesday Dec 2020

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I’ve been sitting around, lying about, cogitating, ruminating, and generally living in my head this morning. Lack of sleep can be blamed. And silence is a catalyst.

What’s up and why am I bothering you with my problem?

It’s the news. The News. No specific story is the cause. It’s the whole phenomenon A story grabs our attention, The JFK Assassination, Watergate, the Iranian Hostage Crisis, AIDS, Princess Di’s auto wreck, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. The news makes us feel. Feel. We like that. And it’s a collective feeling. We all love/hate Trump together. Same as we do Biden, Hillary or Obama. We get to feel something. That is what The Daily Drama does, has done in the past, and will do tomorrow.

Did you ever stop to think that Christopher Columbus discovered a new part of Earth (for Europeans, Africans, and Asians, at least) and nobody knew anything about that discovery for years, unless they were a mariner, or merchant, or member of a European Court? There wasn’t a Nora O’Donnell or Lester Holt or Sean Hannity to tell the people that a discovery happened and what they, the people, should think/feel about it. The same could be said for the Fall of Rome, the Birth of Jesus, or the Battle of Tours. People did not know within minutes of those events happening, or years even.

But we have to know stuff, then feel happy, sad, angry, or right (smart) about our assessments. (“See, I told you this would happen.”) We follow The News for the Emotional Payoff and the self- validation of our intelligence.We need to know something New every day. And we need it to come all packaged just right. That way we can rev up the feeling machine for that feeling we need . It was like the way I operated when I was using. If I wanted a feeling I could have a glass (bottle) of wine or some reefer, or go have sex.

The News is a reminder that we aren’t dead. Yet. At least.

Loaned Out /Burnt Out

08 Tuesday Dec 2020

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#2 son is using my car while he works on his own vehicle. No biggie. I drive infrequently thanks to the plague. I won’t miss it. Still, I just can’t get in my car and drive off, as I always do. J’s car is available for me. She works at night.

But enough on that. These times are exhausting. Maybe things will change. Who knows?

I am just burnt out.

There will be Christmas soon. Plague Christmas. However that turns out to be.

Random Thoughts On A Sleepless Night

06 Sunday Dec 2020

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How can it be that I want to sleep, need to sleep, and yet I fight its onset desperately?

I awoke around three AM., thinking I would fall back asleep. But, no. My mind shuffles through a familiar array of topics: sex, war, God, politics, food, love,

I put my clothes on, make coffee. J is at work. I miss her. I ponder the regime change in the US. Biden’s healthcare advisor, Ezekiel Emmanuel, is a throwback to medical “ethicists” from the Third Reich. Most worrisome. .

Rich people want whatever it is they want. They expect to get it, They can pay politicians to do their bidding . If they want to enslave the world, they will hire public relations advisors whose job will be to convince us of the advantages of slavery

Dark? Yes.

Joe Biden never said “pussy” on a hot mike in an unguarded moment. Therefore he must be a friend to all things that warm the Progressive’s heart.

Good Luck, Comrades.

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