The house overfloweth….

With sun care products that need to be shipped out. J is packing up what she took from the stores. She isn’t quite sure if she will be compensated for this work performed outside of the stores. Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot.

All I am saying right now.

I won’t be posting for a while. I’m emotionally drained and depressed. I’m fed up with sanctimonious narrow-minded cowards who dream of licking the soles of Nancy Pelosi’s high-heel pumps. F**K you! I’m just exhausted.

How come we don’t call the billionaires and millionaires that run this country, the Silicon Valley magnates, the Bushes, Kennedys, Clintons, Romneys, Rockefellers, even Trump oligarchs? How come these creeps who wield power out of the public view aren’t assigned a negative name?

I turned off the TV. The Smartphone is next after this post. I’m tired. I’m sick of most of the crap I see or read or hear about in this country, from automobiles to politicians to the cowardly bishops in the American episcopate of the Roman Catholic Church.

Mostly just tired. J has a second job. She took a week off job #1 to take down “sun care” endcaps in the area Publix Stores, (They are a chain out of Florida, nice stores). She has only about seven stores but these are huge undertaking. The shelves are crammed with bottles and tubes and aerosol cans of sun tan lotions. Plenty left over. Evidently melanoma won out this Summer around here. It’s a six hour job taking the junk down, counting it, letting the receiving clerk take it out of stock and boxing it.

So I’ve been sitting around getting frustrated about being more or less ignored. I’m feeling crazy. Stuff that shouldn’t bother me is bothering me. I need to sleep.

Maybe looking at the world through the prism of conflict and struggle between or among parties or factions supposedly in opposition isn’t a particularly valuable or useful way of assessing the state of the world.

I fear that many of us have lost the ability to see or think beyond that paradigm. Consider how much of your world view is colored by such an assessment. Is there or can there be another way of looking at things?

There just might not be the conflict “out there” in the world that you are told exists. Where such conflicts live are “between your ears” and somebody put them there. Some, but not all of the culprits are political parties, so-called “activists”, Marxist educators, Madison Avenue, Clergy of all creeds, Hell, even Satan himself, (if you are a believer).

We all need to honestly look at how we think. And it is deuce difficult. This kind of introspection leaves open the possibility that we might have been wrong at some point in time. This kind of introspection takes honesty, courage, tolerance, and kindness because we are all people up to the same silly self-defeating game.

Just think about it, OK?

Who ya‘ gonna believe?

We grow up believing narratives about events. We accept prevailing mythologies. I use “mythology” with no derogatory connotation. The Myth of the valiant Confederate soldiers, fighting overwhelming odds defending their homes (and a morally reprehensible social order) is the postbellum theme for the New South. It’s why some sketchy characters had some beautiful art erected to honor them. At this point, getting rid of this art is like purging France of monuments to Napoleon Bonaparte, a war monger of the first order. Just ask the Germans or the Spanish or the Portuguese, for starters.

Consider the supporting narrative behind the Federal Reserve System. The Fed was created by Wall Street financiers after the Panic of 1907. The fiat currency, control of the banking system and money supply is supposed to stave off financial panic, until there is another financial panic. We still live with this one every day. We live with the belief in the necessity of a central bank. Maybe we do need the Federal Reserve System, but there is nothing wrong with challenging the system if we disagree, and can support our arguments with, uh, facts. Yeah facts.

So other narratives are imposed on us that we assume to be true. Russia before the Bolsheviks was backwards, needing Marxist economic theory, to usher in the full flower of industrial modernity. Historians with contrary evidence are ignored. Franklin D. Roosevelt and The New Deal are what ushered in Progress and economic recovery. Contrary evidence? Thanks, but no thanks.

We believe any narrative that incorporates a struggle between the forces of Progress (whatever that may be) and the forces of reaction. That notion pretty much sums every other movie made in Hollywood, some of them very good, by the way. Mr Smith Goes To Washington comes to mind. If one touches the base of Progress in an argument, one has eager adherents. We believe the Progressives are the winners.

I was writing a blog entry about how today didn’t go quite the way I wanted it to go. My energy was depleted, my optimism and enthusiasm had been exhausted. Then Word Press crashed. So I am starting over.

I am watching Popeye, my go-to DVD, for mental health reset. I just love the cartoons, especially from the 30’s with the great musical scores.

Anyway, after fixing a pot of decaf and eating an orange, I am back to this post.

I know nothing of love, marriage, sexual relationships, and anything else in that domain.

That’s all for tonight.