Rapid Fire Love

I opened the refrigerator door, old plastic containers brewing mean waste, a pizza box that was weeks old, bottles of mustard, ketchup, chiu chili oil, all filled only to the base of their bottom, all awaiting that day when either Lola or I would throw them away. We were a messy couple, the dirty clothes were awaiting the same thing though dirty clothes have a limit to how long they will wait to be washed, eventually they nest pincer bugs and worms to eat them away. Amidst all of the cryogenically maintained foods from our gastronomical history on the main shelf lay a Dead Goose, a dead Goose. A Starch White Goose!

I yelled at Lola who was in the other room, wasting away in anger, we had yet brewed another argument, they were getting easier to repeat by the day, “What is this feathered Goose doing in our refrigerator?” Lola scurrile yelled back rancorously scratching her voice as she did, “I am going to cook Goose on Saturday, Victoria and Robert are coming over for dinner I don’t care if you are there!” She really did not need to add that last comment, I would be there, we had not called off our irritating relationship, we were still a couple, and she was still a terrible cook, which made me more curious about Goose and Saturday. Victoria and Robert were two of our funkiest friends, Opera buffs, connoisseurs of expensive wines, dinner at their house was always an exquisite perfection, it was dangerous to cook for them, it was dangerous to go out to dinner with them, Victoria was known to make Chefs and Waiters squirm, male emasculation was her liberal practice. Robert was a nice guy, how he ended up with such a bitch is unknown, and now as a couple they are incubators for everyone else’s bad luck.

Seeing Goose in the refrigerator made me forget my anger and instead remember why I had fallen in love with Lola, she was an enervating nerve ending at the bottom of her own sole, walking around disguised as a woman, every second dying to explode. Such reckless passion was a formidable attraction for a man, such as I that spends most of his life planning and never executing the infinite number of master plans that were always on the verge of being perfected. Lola had but only one plan, to have a nervous break down, to be dangerous, to be sick, to have a massive illness nasty down on her depressions, it was like cohabiting with The Cold War, at any second the world would explode, you were her hostage, but most wonderfully amazing it was that, while Lola was Neutron Bomb Lola, it was me that was the Atomic trigger. Lola was set to go off, yes, but it would be my fault if she went off. And I don’t need to tell you how insensitive we men are, we are very insensitive. The cold war got colder, no intimacy.

There were many times that I avoided going home just to shelter my emotions, exoskeleton building activities, my hands to my head, a Martini calling my name, an olive distastefully asking me to eat it, I was in love with Bombay Gin, I took the olive out and threw it at a man that must have thought I was crazy like Lola and not crazy because of Lola. I don’t know if you can love your captor, there had been many cases of male prisoners falling in love with their guard-women, but you don’t have to swim too far to figure out why a prisoner might find a guard attractive, love is an escape, but Lola had me hostage to her roller coaster, and then too it was all my fault. Lola was The Scream in my life, I never had to yell at anyone, Lola was able to tell everyone off in any furious direction so that we would all repel each other. Now Lola was not a phenomenally attractive woman, she was pretty in her own way but not pretty. Still I held it to be true that an applied force creates an equal and opposite force, Lola, by fatally repelling the world was causing an equally fatal attraction towards herself. I did not know why I was still with her it had to be this force thing or maybe Goose on Saturday sounded good.

I went to work, I was managing a restaurant, it was a temporary job until I perfected one of my master plans, everyone could see that I did not belong there, true they all thought that they did not belong there either, but there was something special about me, I had a master plan. Restaurant work is the best, everyone in restaurants knows they are losers, you will not catch then telling you “Yes this is what I have always wanted to be.” Bankers, brokers, doctors, lawyers they all act like they are doing what they want to be doing, but restaurant workers never. And there is something humbling about working for tips in an obvious manner, brokers work for tips too, so do politicians and salesmen, technically everyone does, but restaurant workers beg for their tips. “Can I take your order please.” Translates to, “Can I take your insults please.” Or “Let me feel you superior while you chow down our grub." I was the restaurant manager, which means that I was the most overworked and underpaid of all the employees.

But being the manager had its privileges, I could account for most of the money at the end of the day, I could fuck with peoples schedules so as to make them love me or hate me, I could give away free dinners to all of my friends, though Victoria and Robert would never be seen at my restaurant. And there were terrible sides to it too, missing cooks had to be replaced by me, I was a terrible cook, I would swash and scramble things around to make them look sophisticated and different and customers never complained about my cooking because it looked so different, that they did not know if they were suppose to like it or not. The worst thing about restaurant work is cleaning restrooms and doing the freezer inventory. If there is any evidence of how backward our civilization is, it is in the fact that we have to clean restrooms, humans originally roamed in the wild and did their shit wherever they might happen to be, so it is difficult for these roaming assholes to get their shit and urine right into toilets and urinals, they miss all the time; it is amazing how inaccurate they can be even as they try; and then there are those that do not want to get it right, instead they want to send a DNA message through every other asshole that sits on that particular toilet. One day you walk into the restroom and before you is a sculpture that someone has managed to erupt, magnificent in its repugnance, and you have to clean it up, and you have to clean it up, that is the horror! And then there is freezer inventory. You have to go inside of this huge freezer, which has an axe inside, just in case you get locked in, not very encouraging, and then you have to count all the roast beef, all the pork, all the ham, all the sausages, all the prime rib, and you know when meat is frozen like that it looks scary, blotchy red and fat and purple cold and it hurts you so much to touch it that you want to take an axe to it, only it is so damn solid it is only going to hurt you more, so you don’t, and you can see your frustrated breath, belching out of you to keep you warm but it is really making you much colder, and then there are the sauces and salads and dairy products, and by the time you finish your freezer and cooler inventory the last thing you want to do is be around food and well, there you are.

On this day however there was no freezer inventory, no big bosses coming around to prove their existence, no ordering to be done, and it was a slow traffic day, few customers all very nice and quiet. I sat at the bar, our most profitable center and chatted with Geoff our most intellectual bartender. Geoff was not just an intellectual he was also a superb athletic masterpiece. He participated in He Man events like triathlons, bike races, that sort of thing. One day while lighting the restaurant’s glass fireplace, an action that required one to lean forward, bend the knees, and twist one’s torso while searching upwards with one’s head, Geoff almost fell into the blaze that he had started, fortunately he managed to recover himself instead turning into a back injury. But it was not all just back pain, there was pride to be had from the incident, Geoff, explaining to me the complexities of a highly tuned muscular body, paraphrasing words spoken by his doctor. An average torso under the same situation would have collapsed and suffered little injury, but because Geoff’s torso was a highly tune muscular action machine, his muscles, sensing perilous disaster, exerted reflexive reactions to recover him, which they did nicely, only that caused a differential straining disengagement from the left side of his lower back to the right side, which tore some ligaments. In other words his body was too sophisticated, geared to respond to severe situations, such as daunting mountain climbing, it overreacted and ripped itself apart in the recovery process. The distance one places between averageness and one’s self is not without its dangers. Or how about the time when someone was stealing money from our cash register and Geoff argued that the management could be sued for making it too easy to access the cash register. Yes, Geoff believed that to cause temptation was a crime. That is how we chatted away the infamies and consulted each other on how to best handle this or that piece of gossip, person or situation. Geoff’s final advice was always good and equally predictable, He would lean into me whispering, “Well if he bugs you so much I tell you what we can do, tonight you and I follow him home and kill him.” While I never took him up on the offer the truth was that there had been many managers and many servers that had come and gone, but Geoff had been here for eons.

So while drinking my Martini along comes these two women, both a bit average in their own very different way, and we sort of make conversation with them and for some strange reason I find myself unusually attracted to the uglier one of the two. Maybe I wasn’t feeling lucky, maybe I just want it a sure shot, maybe we were soul mates, I doubt all of those reasons, all I know is that for some strange reason I really liked her, her name was Carrie.

Carrie and I walked outside, a stroll through a dark night, lots of tourists everywhere, but we went to a balcony that was unseen by most, and talked about petty things, Carrie had a child but she was not dating anyone, and to be truthful I don’t know if I was dating Lola, we were abstinent lovers, twirling knifes at each other and not as members of a circus, one of us ought end dead; I did not molest myself with explaining my relationship with Lola to Carrie, she did not ask about it, it wasn’t like Carrie and I were really sexually attracted towards each other, I sensed that we were just feeling like the emptiness was ours to share, so Carrie and I ended up kissing each other but only once. Again it wasn’t like we were dying to do that, it just happened that way and it tasted like a perfect pot sticker. Then we parted company. We did not even exchange phone numbers but we both wanted to get together again, neither of us knew how.

I get back home late, past midnight, and Lola is, naked, sitting on the bed crying, she has been nurturing into existence many tears, she was a marathon weeping body, a bath of tears was not unusual, I was into spiritual crying myself, occasionally once every six months I would just cry for no reason at all, hey that is good for you, you don’t have to know why, I don’t have to know why. I asked her if she was OK, holding back possible guilt while wondering if someone had seen me with Carrie and called her. “Lola, what’s wrong honey?” She began to cry more ambitiously, and holding her hands to her face spoke: “I can’t cook the Goose…” her breaking voice, “…I can’t cook the Goose.” I said is there something wrong with the Goose?” but she was to busy crying to tell me so I went to the refrigerator opened the door, the light from within flooded the darkness outside, and I looked at Goose and while he was dead, he looked ok to me. I went back into the bedroom thinking maybe Lola was put off because of her very unrealistic cooking talents, or maybe Victoria had wanted to avoid the entire evening and had called to cancel as was her usual manner. “Honey what is wrong?” She got a little quiet, intermittently sobbing, and responded “I can’t cook Goose he’s an Aries.” My eyes dashed to the ceiling to see what I was missing, oh dear me and she repeated herself “Our Goose is an Aries I can’t cook a Goose that is the same sign as you are.” Well there you go, she did love me, the damn Goose was an Aries, I was an Aries… “But honey that does not matter…” She interrupts me… “You’re so insensitive sure it matters, I don’t want to eat a dead Goose that is the same sign as you are that is like killing and eating you… but I bet that if the Goose was a Libra like me that you wouldn’t care and you would eat it anyway…” “But Lola honey please, how do you know it is an Aries maybe it is something else?” “No, no, I know, I called the Goose Man who sold it to me he knows a lot about Astrology and we counted back to Goose’s hatching days and he is definitely an Aries.” So come to find out that this guy is so fanatic about horoscopes that he has a preference for Geese that are born Taurus and Aries and Leo’s and the one he sold us is an Aries and he won’t take it back, he can’t exchange meat, so we can’t get a Goose that is at least a Leo which neither of us are.

At some point in the night, not as concerned with Goose as Lola was, I was able to sleep while she stayed awake staring at my abominable insensitivity. The next morning Lola went to work and I took Goose out of the refrigerator just so that I could look at a fellow Aries that was now dead. He was a good looking Goose, oh you just have to imagine how many places he visited, how many fishes he ate, how many little Gooses were running around with his DNA, but then all imagination fades when you find out he was raised in captivity. Hard to keep us Rams in captivity sooner better dead. I talked to Goose thinking maybe we could change his sign somehow, I even called the Goose Man to see if he would cooperate but he was too ethical to try to deceive Lola and recalculate the birth date of my fellow Goose.

I went to work counting that we ought cancel Saturday’s dinner, counting that maybe we ought substitute Goose for Chicken Salad or Pasta Primavera, and I drank away wishing that Carrie the woman that I kissed once, would show up and drive away with me. This was Wednesday. The same thing happened on Thursday and Friday and Goose was still dead in our refrigerator, and Carrie had not been seen.

Saturday morning, Lola was sleeping late I went for coffee and to read the headlines, revolutions and murders were priming themselves everywhere, I tossed the paper aside and just tasted my coffee, don’t ask me why but coffee started to taste like a kiss, and I begun to suck kiss my coffee and the heat was moisturizing my lips, and it just felt better than that pot sticker kiss from Carrie but remembering Carrie I just wanted to kiss her again, maybe to accentuate the difference between coffee and pot sticker kisses. While trying to perform that imaginative trick, kissing away every sip of my tongue licking coffee so as to ascertaining why pot stickers could taste like a kiss and a kiss like a pot sticker, mushy, semi indifferent, you are going to eat me, you are going to kiss me, I don’t really mind if you want to kiss me, I sort of want you to kiss me too, and I shall well follow the perfunctory actions that are required here, move my lips, my tongue, attempt to feel sensual about the moment when in reality, I just really like you and don’t really need to kiss you. Am there thinking all this out, still preferring a kiss from my coffee when a voice at another table interrupts me. “Hey, hey aren’t you the guy that was with Carrie the other night?” I turn and act as surprised as I was, which was a lot, “Yeah, how are you?” And without responding she rushes to my table, grabs herself a seat and wobbled on it as if she could not sit still, “Did you hear what happened to Carrie? did you hear?” I frowned creating a labyrinth of doubtful looks, “No, what is it, is she ok?” “Well after she left you that night she was driving, a bit drunk as you know, going home and lost control of the car, off into a ravine, they did not spot the car till morning; she bled to death.” She follows that with, “I am sorry, I have to get going now, bye.” I went home, despondently wishing the whole earth to end my kiss of death.

When I got home, Goose was already in the oven, baking at 380 degrees, its hotter in the center of the Sun, colder in the North Pole, Lola came to welcome me at the door, looked like she had been cleaning for Queen Victoria’s arrival, I hugged her, she embraced me, gave me a big smile, “its going to be a great dinner you will see.” I kissed her and went into the room to shower and change. Aries Goose was smelling up the place. Lola was playing some lively tunes, and had drawn aside all the curtains so Sun could shine on our happiness. Coming out of the shower Lola greeted me with a towel in hand, helped me to dry my back, and said “You know I think with the leftovers from Goose I am going to be able to make you a wonderful Goose soup too.” I thought at that point of asking how she had resolved baking my fellow Aries but I did not want to deal with the possible outbreak, I anointed the soup idea.

Both Victoria and Robert were their usually properly boring selves, we discussed all the latest movies, Victoria listing in detail which directors had done what and noting their individual styles and backgrounds, she was the equivalent of a Baseball fan. Oh but she hated sports, they were so stupid; baseball card collectors were not as sophisticated as movie buffs. Robert had a butterfly collection, he talked about that, there is a name for butterfly collectors, I don’t remember it, same as stamp collectors. I had always been fascinated by butterflies that did not have to eat their entire life, to fly and then to die, no Goose meals in-between. Robert did not seem to know which particular butterfly I was talking about, maybe it didn’t exist, we talked instead how lots of these butterflies only live a few days, hours, whatever. How long do you really need to live to watch the same old Sun and the same old Moon avoid each other? I do admit to being enamored with Monarch butterflies that fly from Mexico to California, welcome migrants that flourish the tourist trade, there is even a Monarch butterfly parade. Interrupt, Lola got a little upset when I told her that I could not eat any Goose, my stomach was upset, I wasn’t lying.

Both Robert and Victoria praised the Goose, praised the soup idea, praised Lola; she was ecstatic with joy, and once gone, Lola plummeted into the couch into a ravine sleep. I called Peter our Chef, it was 11pm, “What are you doing calling me at this hour?” “I was just wondering what you would think if we added pot stickers to the menu?” “Pot stickers to the menu? what are you crazy there is nothing in our cuisine that compliments pot stickers, we are not Chinese you idiot, we are a blackened, or mostly not, steak and potato house, all of our customers are over the age of fifty, they don’t like pot stickers, they don’t eat pot stickers, they don’t even know what pot stickers are.” Peter didn’t like me, he earned a higher salary than I did, he was the Chef. All chefs think of themselves as kings, and they are really miniature kings, rulers of Serfdom Land, every restaurant their castle. Peter the cook ordered me around; he had created an award winning potato dish with a special sauce, someday in the future people would be eating his stupid potato dish out of an instant carton meal box, today he was the only one that knew how to prepare it; it tasted like hollandaise sauce to me, but I don’t know about those things.

Having used up all of my influence with Peter I went to the library and searched pot sticker recipes, a pot sticker is not that complicated of a thing, you wouldn’t imagine it but there are more recipes for these things than there are for hamburgers. I wanted to perfect pot sticker making but I wasn’t a great cook. I decided to wander the Chinese joints in search of pot stickers. One week later my boss asked me into his office, bottles of expensive wine everywhere, he fancied himself Bacchus, he was appropriately fat and more a roaring pig than Bacchus may have been. My boss questions me “Peter tells me that you want to add pot stickers to the menu is that true?” I peevishly respond “Yes…but..” Boss interference “…and what is this that you have been leaving early to go into china town? What business do we have in china town? Is your heart in your job? Are things alright at home?” I was forced to resign, that bastard Peter, he never liked me, and the wait staff did not like me either, mostly because I did not do anything, nor did I tell them what to do, which people really need, they had complained, to human resources, that I provided no direction; I don’t know how much direction a restaurant requires, specially a steak house, not much you can do with that.

Lola could not believe that I had resigned, I told her that I was working on my master plan, whatever that was, instead I spent my days hunting down the perfect pot sticker. A couple of people directed me to places that they were certain had the perfect pot sticker, but neither place tasted like that kiss of death. Reaching nothing but dead end after dead end, I felt that I was cornered into learning how to make the perfect pot sticker myself. Much to Lola’s consternation I got a job at a Chinese restaurant. There I would spy the methods of the masters, I was the only one that was not Chinese, I was the only one that spoke English, I never tried to correct the spellings on the menu, I always used numbers when ordering and I bowed my head a lot, those simple acts won me their acceptance.

I did the soups, not much to do there, you just add noodles, cabbage, peapods, ginger, celery, onions, etc… …add this add that, boil, add salt, add pepper, boil, and reboil and you never stop boiling, it is steam room ten hour facial; one after the other cauldron after cauldron, doing my time so that I could get to the perfect pot sticker, one amongst these people must have admission to the divine pot sticker kiss.

A very old woman, called by some Tzu Hsi a name that meant nothing to me, was, to me, the nicest of the group, all the rest really did not want me there, stood by me with mindful assistance; offering extra spices and extra herbs, occasionally gently urging me with grouchy menace, she would not say anything, she just gave me this very quiet push, her teeth all gone her lips curling inwardly could not much manifest more than that. I was happy that she sort of took me under her crabby care, and I expressed it by occasionally caressing her shoulder all so marvelously without words or meanings.

One day I was moved to the crab boiling pot, I had boiled all the herbs, vegetables and roots that the land and sea had produced, even done in a lot of shrimp. All boiled in my endless boiling pots. Shrimp are ugly, very ugly, I used to eat them all the time sautéed in garlic buttered cilantro, but once you see them alive and walking, forget it, you become aware of their inedibleness; Geoff used to call them “The cockroaches of the sea.” But my experience qualified me for the higher crustaceans species, Crabs. Those creatures that have one tentacle claw longer than the other, lack of symmetry problems, a formidable right tendency; I don’t know much about crabs, I did not eat crab meat, too much work, and while the whole world seems enamoured with crab cakes every recipe I ever saw for those things, and crab salads too, used imitation crab. In Spain, home of my most favorite dish, Paella, they serve it with a Crab that serves as garnish. The Crab sits with you throughout your dinner, sitting there on your plate, that is wrong, that is why we South Americans had to break with Spain. Anyway them crabs are just too much work. Boiling them was now my new job. I left the toothless Chinese lady all by herself boiling noodles away.

A very diligent, skinny and energetic fellow took over my charge. He said his name was Fong, I don’t know if that was his first name or his last name, or where in China he was from, he never tried to laugh with me, he never sparked an emotional connection to my being, I was just someone there to help him with the Crabs so he could smoke more cigarettes. My first lesson was tying the Crab’s very menacing Claw. You get these Crabs, they don’t look deadly, but Fong explains with gestures, sort of saying, “very, very dangerous these claws, you be very but very careful with Crab you hear; …grab here, like this, and then clamp claw shut, like this, and then toss the Crab back on top of all the others, so they can be uncomfortable and fully miserable right up until we boil them, ok, ok.” Life is hard even for crabs. It was for me difficult to make sense out of gestures, specially for a fellow as verbal as myself, but I managed, if only through intuition to get the idea, clamp the claw, let the thing live as long as possible before eating, then boil it alive just like a vegetable.

I had heard that Lobsters make a shrieking sound when they are discharged into boiling water, butter, lots of butter eliminates shrieking echoes; but I wasn’t expecting the same from exoskeleton armored Crabs, but I tell you true that those Crabs, all of the one’s I tossed into the boiling pots, substantiated a hideous piercing shrieking that brought many an army of Crab nightmares to my dreams. You can’t kill them fast enough but you just have to keep on killing them as fast as you can, but you really can’t expect beady eyed crabs to love you, and you can’t expect to out survive them. I don’t care where you are, who you are, or what you are, the concrete is that there are more Crabs than there are people like you, you and I will die before we boil all the Crabs. It was with this weary knowledge that I followed safety standards and made sure to keep the Crabs at a fair distance while clamping their menacing claw. They would stand on the wet ground, I would bend over and while they were looking intently into my eyes I would grab them from behind and snap the clamp on. Its not like those things can fly, still there were stories of clampers that had fallen victim to the Crabbing menaces before reaching their retirement plan. Jostling his finger at me Fong, threading similarly black beady eyes himself, would motion, “You just better be careful, they are swift and shifty creatures of the sea.” I had never seen any Crabs running, maybe on the bottom of the sea they could clock a decent kilometer, but here on concrete that exoskeleton could not possibly help them any; I smirked a little at Fong, but he did not move his beady eyes.

Lola was on the verge of leaving me, she wanted me to get a real job, she did not believe Crab Executioner Maximums, at minimum wage per hour, had much of a future, so she wasted much effort on trying to get me to quit but I was after a recipe here, so I stuck it out and Lola was boiling to get out of our relationship. Well one day, I managed to sit during a break next to my dear old Chinese lady, and so I ventured to ask her if she knew a really good recipe for pot stickers. Oh her eyes lit up like a diamond dragon, pot stickers! She knew pot stickers! She was just doing time in this joint because at her age she could not get a job anywhere else, but it was obvious that her vegetable boiling was only a side job, her true and secret talents were her magical pot stickers. I asked her for the recipe but her revolt was absolute, more or less gesturing, “oh no mister, no mister, won’t give my recipe to no one, go to my grave with it, this world isn’t good enough for my pot stickers.” Wow, I had stumbled upon the divine pot sticker Chef and she was not willing to share her secrets because she thought this world not good enough, and where else might they make pot stickers? Still I understood her, there are things one ought never give away, so I nurtured our relationship very carefully easing here the idea that I needed to have just one of these pot stickers. And then one day, she, so again gesturing, “ok, ok I make for you, but you no tell nobody, you no try to make, you just taste, taste one, one only.” Her cursive finger raised “one, only one.” One kiss. I fervently agreed.

Not three days later, she came to me while I was clamping crabs, not three days later, she halted me and handed me a foil paper wrap holding no more than just one, one, singular pot sticker. Then she went away, ushering her hands and making frowning faces in such away as if saying “now go away, leave me alone, leave me alone!” I held the moist and tender beauty in my hands, forgetting the unclamped crabs on the wet concrete floor, I stepped aside and took the daring bite, oh what a gentle kiss my lips did felt dash deeply through them, a moist tender moment, I don’t know the taste, I don’t know what condiments adorned this succulent delight, what ingredients composed such an edifice of joy, I just wished to slosh pot sticker flesh in my mouth, and not to let it wander down my deep esophagus ravine; ecstasy! Look me, to sky above and heaven I could touch, and then, all the foil paper in my hand but only empty.

Fong, seeing me not cooking gestured me to get back to my work, I nodded my head many times, “yes, yes, yes,” back to work it was; there laid a big crab below me, I, quite dazed, went carelessly to lift Crab from the wet concrete cement but beady-eye Crab swiftly reached for my neck before I could grab and clamp his enduring claw, Crab’s claw rapaciously around my Adams-apple, smack front of my neck, clamping hard down on my neck, seeking to extract divine pot sticker, while I fought and struggled to jerk Crab off of me, but it was not to be, asphyxiated, dangling from this Crab, I crashed into the wettest ground.



If everything is attacking you, you are in enemy territory.

ricardo

we have four cats

We have four cats

We have a cat, his name is Loki Cat, we have four cats and Loki is one of those cats, of all my cats Loki is the most cat like, he consumes all of his life manifestations in this manner of representation and one would not think him a very sensitive fellow, certainly the other cats know that Loki is going to do things his way and everyone else better watch out.

Our other male cat is Pacho, Pacho is the backdrop by which Loki demonstrates his maleness, Pacho is aware that his role in our household is to be fragile so that Loki can be strong, Loki attacks Pacho, Pacho never attacks Loki Cat, he is our timid cat and as such the one that we have to spend the most time protecting from Loki claws.

There are two female cats, Sarah and Lolita, Sarah is the matriarch of the family and as such the greater of all characters and she is very tender and loving while maintaining a strong sense of dignity. When I found her at the pet shop it was because she was screaming: “take me out of this cage, you have to rescue me from this hell hole, there is brutality in this world take me away from here!”

Sarah was older than I had wanted, I didn’t know anything about cat ages then so I didn’t realize it but she must have been six months old, which I think in cat years is more; anyways the thing was that something inside of Sarah told her, “there is your owner, that is the guy, scream now, scream louder, louder or he is going to escape…” and she was meowing: “these peoples are brutes, this cage is feces wridden, the food sucks here, I don’t like all these animals, get me out of here.” Of course all I could hear was “meow, MEOW, MEOW!”

One day my wife Domaine said to me, “I want a cat, I WANT A CAT, I WANT A CAT!” and I said, “I don’t like cats, I like dogs.” Cats seemed sissy like, they appear the dandies of the animal kingdom, or at least to me they appeared cold and arrogant, I once heard them described in a comic strip as “the perfect Human Resources director is a cat because they give the impression that they like people when they really don’t.” that made sense to me. One day Domaine came home with Loki, I didn’t pay attention to him for the next year, it was something that was growing and eating in my house, lots of spiders and insects and fungi did that too, so I just ignored him.

But one day I thought to myself I don’t want to have to take care of this cat thing so I must get him a companion, all things in life come in pairs, if I don’t get him another cat this guy is going to demand more attention from me and that isn’t going to happen. So I went to the pet store convinced that I would get another boy cat so as to eliminate the possibility of more cats being born; only Sarah started to scream “you will take me with you,” i.e. “MEOW” and I lost control and rescued her from the hell that is a pet store. On the way home the taxi driver asked me if she was female or male, I fumbled around trying to find her balls and she didn’t have any.

One day Domaine was working on her notebook laying on the couch with Sarah on her legs when she started to feel something else moving down there and as she motioned to look over her notebook screen there was a little mothball of hair, orange and black hues leather with eyes, and thus was born Lolita. Her mother never uttered a cry of pain a lesson and fine example of probity to all would be mothers.

We appropriately named Loki the mischievous cat of Nordic mythology, and Sarah one day just called herself Sarah and we sort of accepted it. Pacho came into the house after Domaine too found him somewhere saying “take me home” and she just could not resists, I hope those are not the same parameters by which Domaine decided to marry me. We didn’t name Lolita right away, we didn’t know what to call her, I think it was because her mother rejected her at first. Sarah was kind of not there next to her little baby girl, she kept a distance and we panicked and called the veterinarian; a very nice man that has been around cats and dogs and snakes long enough not to panic, and he said: “Sarah doesn’t yet connect the fact that she is a mother, she doesn’t know what that thing is and is still trying to identify with it. In time she will come to realize that it is her baby.” And doc was right, in a matter of a week or two Sarah accepted her lot in life and she never left the side of her baby unless it was to eat so as to replenish. She was such a good mother that one day we thought they would like an electric blanket and placed it underneath, and Sarah feeling the heat thought it was a fire and grabbed her little kitty by the neck and took off for safer ground.

It was at about this point, the entrance of Lolita into the world, that Loki Cat and Pacho started their territorial war, it seemed that they both wanted to secure sexual pleasures from both the daughter and the mother, and thus begun the hellish territorial war that has divided our household hitherto. More interesting is the fact that Loki doesn’t know that even though he is Sarah’s husband it was indeed Pacho, the passive fear stricken cat, that fathered the girl. We know this because Loki had been neutered and we were just about to neuter Pacho too when suddenly we were a day or two too late. And this is how the aggressor cat thinks that he is passing on his DNA while in reality the meek one has inherited the earth, his wife and daughter.

As I was saying we waited and waited to name Lolita waiting for her to tell us too what to call her, as she dallied around the house it became evident that Lolita didn’t care about anyone but herself, she was all, “don’t touch me, don’t love me, I don’t need you to love me, what is there to eat in this house? I am comfortable for now but stay put in case I need something.” And the whole time there was absolutely an attitude of “I don’t know if I like it here yet, I might leave at any time, I will develop an illness if I have to die to leave this rat hole;" or "...am just getting used to this place, don’t get used to me.” Appearance wise she was a Lolita cute in every way, appearing harmless but her attitude was all Lola, she was out to have fun on her own terms, one day sitting at the table, I said, “her name is Lolita” and sure it was.


RC

Recommended Reading

Well to be very blunt I know nothing about Colombian society, culture, literature or peoples. Fact is I don’t know if I remain ignorant so as to keep an open mind but it must help to annoy the stereotypes. I am currently reading The Penguin History of Latin America but I think it has a very pragmatic approach to the matter and I believe we are a metaphysical people so I wouldn’t recommend it.

I think to comprehend Latin American character it is better to read the following:

Miguel de Unamuno: A must read The Tragic Sense of Life, it is the bible rewritten by a Spanish Catholic heart that never had the faith. Unamuno does a wonderful depiction of the impossibility of our people, why we are not rational and why being rational is anti life. Thus from there it becomes easy to understand why we will never be productive and consumers regardless of material enticements.

Sense I believe that we Latinos have a vivid intent in defeating life, Jorge Luis Borgess is another fantastic fellow, and certainly a must read, particularly his collection Labyrinths. There you will find what is perhaps the best short story ever written: The Immortal. It is a masterly depiction of our metaphysics and why Latinos are generally unable to pickup after themselves and why they wont lift a finger to help anyone else. It sort of doesn’t matter in the grand scope of things, hence the reason why we would never write a book like say “Being in Time” we are never on time because we don’t tick to a calendar.

To read another one of our finest philosophers you must enter into the realm of Jose Ortega y Gasset, he wrote a book that I thought particularly illuminating, “The Revolt of the Masses” a fine elitist point of view, you will find it absolutely hilarious; more important it depicts what our Latin founding fathers believed, that they know what is best for us all.

I don’t want to sound a classicist but if you have plenty of time in your hands Don Quixote de La Mancha is the fictionalization of Unamuno’s philosophy though ironically Cervantes came first, but as Unamuno correctly pointed out he died and Don Quixote lives on.

As you might take notice I don’t stay within the continent to define the literature of our character. This is because I have a globalized ability to stereotype, our people start in Spain, trip over Portugal and flow from Mexico down the throat of the Yucatan Peninsula strait throughout the Amazon until hitting bottom at Tierra del Fuego. The fact is that there aren’t as many peoples as there are countries.

ricardo

JAKE AS THE MONSTER

Jake, well Happy Birthday man.

By the way you will not know it that my favorite video game, “Hunter Hunted” has a main character called Jake. Hahahaha! My wife and I used to play it often during our courtship years. It was a silly game but we loved it and I hope that playing it doesn’t imply that we are stupid or silly or that we don’t read The Nation. Occasionally Jake would encounter a terrible monster, (read hard to kill,) and the monster would very condescendly say, “you cannot win, put down your weapons you cannot win.” I always found those instructions hilarious, they really got your optimism down, whenever the stupid monster came out he would make all kinds of voided of syllables noises and you knew, you just knew things were going to get ugly.

Of course after a while as with all games, the Virtual Intelligence repeats its logic errors or reaches its rationalizing limits and an average human being learns that if he ducks or jumps at just the right split second the monster will react differently and give the human a chance at victory. Through repetition and error correction and of course the ability to restart the game, the eventual victim becomes the monster. The game becomes such an obvious little plot that the human being becomes bored and ignores the game and the monster, and both game and monster fade into obscurity.

You know Jake that I am going to give you a “moral to the story”. The puppet masters, in this case the game makers are aware that if the game is too complicated the majority of the people will feel dissatisfied with the game-play and abandon the product. And the disillusioned will tell their friends the game is too difficult and this in turn will lower sales expectations; and so the game has to be just right, just hard enough, just fun enough to satisfy the greatest number so that the sales figures are properly aimed at a mass market. Which is also why the cheats are available online so as to help those of us that are not gamers by nature to enjoy at least a simulated victory.

In your worldview the game creators are manipulating the gamers so as to get their money, in my world view both parties are manipulating each other and one cannot exist without the other. Your assumption that the elite and the masses are two separate entities is the equivalent of imagining that a tiger and the jungle have different priorities as far as the rainforest is concerned. They don’t!

Why would I take issue with your world view? Because it is condescending; you remind me of the monster that thought I was doomed without knowing that indeed I had more power over his existence and my own happiness. You see without me playing the game monster would be truly dead. In fact the objective of monster was to keep me alive, more than wanting to kill me the people at Hunted Hunter incorporated, which I think was Interplay, were working hard day and night to keep my attention, without that they too would be dead.

You can rightly imagine all the game designers working hard to comprehend the dynamics of my game play and mindset; “what does Ricardo like about the game? What does Ricardo dislike? When does he play more? What will give him greater satisfaction so that he buys the sequel?” But more important the game designers, undoubtedly fanatic gamers themselves, were also sacrificing their purity of game design so as to meet my less than exemplar gaming aspirations. The game designers were busy dumbing down the game so that I could be a part of their universe, so that I would play in their world, but obviously not at their Creator level of game-play.

Of course the CEO of Interplay was involved with a bunch of futurologist asking them to please guess what I was going to like next. While the Marketing group would call my house and offer me a 50% discount on any future game if I just answered a few questions so that they could best meet my expectations. Meanwhile the Sales Staff was dully working to meet sales quotas by trying to shove the game down my throat through every outlet possible.

You see Jake, perhaps because I am a common man, getting my attention is lot of work. And I must admit that getting my money is a little harder still, in part because I have limited resources, (read poor,) and in part because I am really not a consumer. And to be more honest still I don’t believe in intellectual property rights, so I didn’t even pay for the game, I got it for free and because I liked it so much I gave copies to my friends.

I don’t know how much money Interplay lost in Hunter Hunted but rumor has it that it wasn’t a very successful title, it was discontinued as sales figures did not warrant a sequel. My wife and I lost our copy and we are still trying to find one so as to recollect that period of our romance where we didn’t fight.

I think what I am saying is that the problem your Elite/Common Folk aspect ratio has is that the boundary cannot be clearly drawn. You fault the masses for not reading The Nation or Foreign Policy Review but you fail to administer the fact that it is, for instance, The Nation and what it values that has failed to capture the average imagination. I have read Foreign Policy Review and The Nation and frankly The Nation sounds like a forever in angst teenager, feeling cheated at every angle. Alexander Cockburn is surely a master of the verb and more a master at the ability to insult others at every turn. The Nation of course does have a way with words, it is purely an intellectual diatribe where the ability to toss superlatives around is only outstripped by the cult of character absolutism. Frankly I am not surprise people don’t want to read it, it is an intellectuals child’s den.

I use to read The Nation when they were still in that old newspaper print magazine format, and I seem to remember that they trashed Mother Jones for going to a colorful magazine format, it wasn’t for intellectual papers to be flashy and colorful, they must be serious and cold and sterile.

Mother Jones itself is another interesting case, I call them “the good earth people” I mean this people still think that the Indians were nice to nature, that they were one with the universe. You know I know that the American Indian wasn’t that nice, the Incas and the Chibchas and the Aztecs were even less nice, but according to Mother Jones only the white man is brutal and insensitive. One has to be blind to history to not realize that the entire evolution of humanity has been a savage adventure; and that it is only through squatter-incorporation of territory and DNA-mergers that we have grown this thing that we call a civilization.

The Nation, I don’t know how many subscribers they have, last time I checked I think it was around 170k, that is probably an accurate representation of 10% of the 3% of peoples in America that are wholly dead to their emotions and live purely in Intellectual hubris. At least The New Republic, another lover of things intellectual, has it in their sights to cater to popular opinion by expressing a liberal conservatism that tells us all that they are one of us even though they feel elitists and in fact are comfortable being elitists! The New Republic is not saying we are with the masses as The Nation likes to clamor, rather it is saying we are elitists, join us and you can be elitists too. As my favorite economist once said, “the masses more than wanting to overthrow the rich more want to be like them.”

As for Foreign Policy Review, why would you expect a publication that is a feeler for prospective policy with political insiders to be popular with the general public? I don’t read Trains and Caboose Review and don’t get me started on Slate. But to my point is that you are faulting the masses for not paying attention to obscure values and ideas. You are being just like The Nation, that is, condescending by assuming that you know more than the masses what is better for the masses; and that they are being controlled by an elitists clan and that they don’t know it because they don’t have the attention span that apparently you do.

First it must make you feel smarter to do that and if it does good for you. But allow me to pose an alternative view, that in a world of common people lucky are those that learn to be common quickly. When ever I feel special I am amazed to find my favorite rare sauces at the supermarket; throughout the years I have learnt that much of what I considered original about my philosophy was based largely on my own ignorance.

A common person has a world that caters to common people, if you are then satisfied by common undertakings this is a perfect world. How fun it must be to enjoy the Super Bowl, a sport that is glorified all over the place and that allows you to have something immediately in common with a lot of people. I myself despise violent sport so I don’t like watching those men smashing conviviality into each other, but certainly those that enjoy it are indeed in synch with each other, and that builds both family and community and nation. The fact is that the masses are tuning to each other every time they watch a basketball game or a game of golf or tennis, or dance and listen to a popular song, this is how they sync with one another, from there it is easier to be with anyone that has shared similar experiences. Under such terms you might well argue that the Elite synch with each other by going to Film Festivals, the Opera or reading droll Shakespearian witticism.

The massification of thought, ideas and interests has positively unifying aspects, uniqueness after all, even the cry for individualism has been dimmed by the commonness of such an aspiration. It is sort of the same with the ego, we all have one and it stands in the way of unification but it is equally one more thing we all have in common. Further one should always worry more for those that think they have the formulae for liberating the masses from themselves; after all they have a huge misunderstanding of the scope of the problem, for before we can liberate the masses we must be sure that the world is not a pragmatist dream come true. The masses by an large don’t try to change the world because they are generally ok with it, and more they realize that as often as the world has changed it largely has remained the same.

Personally I wished I liked McDonalds and Disneyland because I would then have more in common with Americans and the world masses, and besides that my lunches would be cheaper. The masses dominate modern society, they are the ones that are leading the world consumer order; public opinion is the marching order of the day. I don’t think that you should worry about the masses more worry about your won uniqueness which makes you a rare and endangered species.

I am limited in my beer drinking but a can never resist a Guinness Irish Stout.

Cheers.

Ricardo
A sophist

I respond to Jake on “American Innocence”

His argument, well posed as it is, makes the assumption that there is an intelligence base, an elite core that manipulates the cogs and pulleys of society so as to control the masses and keep them ignorant of what is truly happening in the world.

The assumption that there are controlling interests is not wholly wrong, certain lobbying groups and class structures permit a certain degree of control so as to maintain existing social and economic structures. The conservatives and the liberals act as true manipulators of the infinite degrees that a society can hope to move up or down, left or right. But none too much in the extreme is Nationally or Globally permitted because this would dissolve the consistency which adds social order; and more important a sort of economic and social autopilot so that we don’t have to think our lives away. I mean that all successful systems are by nature conservative.

It is not uncommon for our ancestors to believe that the Illuminati, the Jews, Skulls and Bones, Order of the Bull’s Blood, etc administer civilization. This is an important concept among the majority of the populace because at once it gives them a reason to feel good about themselves, as they are helplessly not responsible for the world that they have to live and act in everyday. Two, it gives them the comfort that at least someone is really planning everything and that there is some kind of an elite mastermind behind everything.

The counter idea, that no one is really in control of the world and that it mostly aimlessly moves through a sort of silent agreement between all parties, as ideas, thoughts and actions combined to make a sort of obtuse compromised reality, is not acceptable nor comfortable.

However I propose just such a truth. While I cannot claim to have access to central bankers and Chief Executive Officers psyches, I do believe that they are mostly reacting to events as oppose to thinking forward their master plans. In fact most of anything that happens at the political or corporate level is a reaction and usually a helpless reaction which when executed is not optimize but rather a consequence of “even the circumstances” which impose themselves as yet another option for action.

We are deterred from the view that the world is a happenstance because we are control freaks. And we believe that others, the elites, the corporations, the supra-entities are in control because we know for a fact that we are not. Obviously we cannot circumvent our knowledge of our own impotence besides the world order and so we attribute control to all the others.

The American public would like to imagine that someone is in charge of their nation, that someone is checking the plan of execution against the constitution and thus ensuring a true course. The reality again is a little different, the founders of America had an idea and with it they created a national psyche but this was only a figment of the imagination, there was no truth to liberty, independence and the good will, those were just pillars of hope against the greater reality that it was through greed, religious fanaticism and civil righteousness that the country was founded and obtained greatness. The concept of America as a democracy or an individualist nation is not a factor in its current reality. America performs well against the world because of its “blind” single-mindedness, because Americans come together as a single National-Psyche, because they are willing to overthrow individuality, because they are mass thinkers and mass consumers and mass creatures with an immense sense of social duty to a larger cause! This cause might be the church, the state or the corporation, or even simply an endeavor like the space program. But Americans depersonalize themselves, they subtract the “I” from the equation and more rapid than most societies actually accomplish a social norm, a civic and national league that with its singularity of focus will outshine brighter ideas.

Mass behaviour depersonalizes it refuses individual control. America is indeed a democratic country but not because of the national right to vote but rather because the stampede always wins. There is a national herd instinct that becomes a national will to power. No one controls this and everyone must get out of its way.

America is a synchronized country, from sea to shiny sea the country has managed to take any nationality and to give them all the same idea, that they are unique, that they are special, that they live in the freest country on earth, that they have the right to chose their government, and their neighbors, and their religion. The reality of course is a little more harsh, most Americans are Christians, is that a sign of choice? Most Americans want to spread democracy. Is that open minded? Most Americans believe capitalism is the best way to manage an economy. Is that humane? Most Americans are consumers. Is that environmentally responsible? Most Americans believe that property and intellectual rights are titled deeds to be kept away from the rest of the world. Is that a global mindset?

In a sense Americans are a particular psyche, one can generalize because any and all national psyches are the dominant aspect representation of a given nationality. Colombians are by nature incapable of organization, they are self absorbed individuals that can allow their nation to suffer a forty year war without acquiring the energy or volition to accomplish genuine change. They watch their forty year wound bleed and have nothing to do about it, because they don’t have the energy to bring change or to suffer the repercussions of change but prefer the tragedy. Unlike Americans Colombians prefer their family to the nation, they are more united by soccer than by nationhood; and the nation as a whole, well it is something but nothing warranting their immediate attention rather their immediate disdain. Colombians don’t trust governments and so they keep their government weak and corrupt to justify their perception. That is our national psyche, Colombian is a loose fitting coalition of a people that have never had the guts or combined energies to form any significant civilization. At the same time we are not of the here and now, a forty year war its just an itch. That too is our national psyche, suffering is inconsequential to our metaphysics.

But be we Greeks or Americans or Colombians there isn’t anyone person or organization that can control our interests because our interests are controlled by the clash of our desires with reality which in turn equal a national sense of being; that at best represents no one and everyone.

Jake I do hope you are a wine drinker, it is part of my human psyche. Here is a red to you.

ricardo

Compulsory Confinement

Original sin is a conceptual explanation of how one human is responsible for what all of humanity represents. According to religions we are all guilty of sin by virtue of the fact that we are born. From there we must seek redemption even as we may not have enjoyed the sins committed by our ancestors. We did not kill our brother Able, we did not betray Jesus for a few coins, we certainly did not cooperate with the Devil in his failed coup d'etat, nor were we in anyway participants in the phenomenal and inspiring act of eating from the tree of knowledge where Adam and Eve dared for a few seconds to transcend God and demonstrate their new found independence. But perhaps the greatest transgression of all was when science took the stage to demonstrate that there really wasn't much mystery to the universe that it could all be explained through knowledge, and perhaps this act could never have occurred had not Adam and Eve taken the liberty to eat from the tree of knowledge.

The phenomenally impressive thing here is that we acquire responsibility through the act that others commit, that we become victims of all the sins and beneficiaries of all the goodness committed by our ancestors; it is as if there were a subconscious moral and emotional DNA that replicates itself just as our biological self chains itself back to its primordial origins. Do we have to believe in this moral lock-down? Can we isolate ourselves from the consequences brought forth through causation?

We must not decline the historical process, there is somehow retribution for everything that we are as a matter of simple consequence if nothing else. The universe and all the things in it have a vested interest in themselves and are not going to sit quietly letting the concept of humanity march up to the podium of energy habitations without some struggle. In order to inhabit this realm we must assume energy reservations then it stands to reason as reason we must that other forms of essence will want to challenge our right to absorb cosmic energies and thus a sort of consequence of our existence is conflict; which interpreted with some latitude could be viewed as a consequence of sin and as such a retribution. The universe of course is always trying to simmer not because it wants to simmer but because it is unchaining itself from the agglomeration of energies that it has become, and it is doing this because the nothingness is all absorbing, and so we must not take it personally that the universe wants to diffuse us as it is a consequence of its being and not a true factor of its nature as its nature oddly depends on the agglomeration of energy, in the form of desired essence such as ourselves.

We must teach ourselves the world in order to unlearn ourselves. As a sort of way of reaching an acceptance of the accumulating effect of our histories we reach to externalize the consequences so as to salvage our soul from having to endure the universe crawling all over it. In this light we come into the transgression of self against the whole of our humanity, in order to endure life we subtract ourselves from the global nature of our sins or from another angle the global impact of our actions.

In short, there is a moral lock-down, we propose it to ourselves every time we attempt to escape from it, and reinforce the lock-down in the process. Rather than escape our escape merely incarcerates us in an isolation chamber, this due to the irreconcilable fact that we do not want to experience the consequences brought forth by the nature of our humanity.

RC

FUTURIST ARE DISENGAGED

The energies are accumulating always in the direction that is most willing to manifest them this regardless of the consequences. Those most willing to live in the here and now are the most likely beneficiaries of energy flows, as the fact that they are living the moment gives them the highest level of energy channeling possible for this region; thus being average is common because that is where the energies flow with the greatest ease, whereas being different is the least energy-cost effective proposition.

If you are a true futurist, not many are and the profession does seem a bit ludicrous, I don’t think the future needs midwifes, but a true futurist is the least likely person to guess the future, as a good portion of their activity would have to be dedicated to guessing the needs and wants of the future; unfortunately the future is diametrically opposed to prediction; this is not because prediction would eliminate the element of surprise and newness; as such a thing the future requires so as to impress us, and to change us, and to challenge the old folks that denounce it by becoming admires of the past; but rather because the future doesn’t know itself what it will become.

Being that the case the future isn’t going to channel energies backwards, in other words the future has no interest in backward compatibility or referential communication; it doesn’t care about the past and it doesn’t even care much for the present, and so this disassociation is what makes the job of prophesying so damn difficult; while the present and the past have time, time the factor that imprisons and allows for concordant determinations. Thus even if the future were interested in channeling backwards the problem for futurologists remains that desire energies only root where they are most likely to be manifested, the present.

The present is the highest manifestation of the resulting channeling of desire energies. Anyone that wants to live in real life, the here and now, has thus the highest potential ergio energies available for immediate use, and much to their benefit this requires little or no thought. This is one of the benefits that a rabbit has, even as the rabbit is a rather overly cautious creature, the rabbit doesn’t have the propensity to think too far ahead but rather has the propensity to react, a rabbit has a great potential of proliferation based on an incessant amount of energy, that is willing to manifest in its direction; the same applies to a rat.

Humans are a rather fragile species certainly you never see a tiger or a bear defining themselves by their looks even as their looks are impressive; but a bear doesn’t say “I need a nose job”. This is because the bear is manifesting his entire being on the earth and is only interested in surviving in it, a bear doesn’t want to make a profit, he just wants to survive and carry on the genetic composition, bears shall continue to exist says the bear essence but it doesn’t say much more, they are not saying “I want to care for the planet”, “I want to make a profit,” “I need to have my soul rescued for I am a sinner”, no bears don’t say things like that, I watched a bear eating a bear cub and I didn’t notice remorse, or sorry I have to do this, the macho bear wasn’t moralizing because moralizing requires the ability to project consequences and responsibilities; moralizing also diffuses ergio energies into metaphorical elements that have no consequence, such as contingency plans that never have to be executed or fears that never suffer their manifestations. Bear and rabbit and rat are wholly self centered on the here and now and sentient ergio energies will tend to favor them.

But then there is that fragile sentient creature, the paranoid scoundrel of the earth that does think “hey I think I will kill me a bear and a rabbit to prove to myself that I am an excellent hunter.” And thus mount the trophies up on a wall, there is the head of the bear that ate the little bear cub and there is the head of the rabbit that nervously moved back and forth too much over dead center. Now you might think “what good is that?” It isn’t any good of course but you couldn’t possibly convince the bear hunter that hunting bear is a useless proposition. Obviously bear hunters are neither geniuses nor puritans they don’t conserve energy, they are more powerful in nature than are puritans and are more likely to survive the apocalypse than Christians. Which presumably puritans and Christians alike, have convinced themselves that they don’t want to survive it because they have never banked in the here and now. Bear hunters like bears and rats and little bunny rabbits live in the here and now and ergio energies will favor them, because ergio energies are, remember, none moralizing, they just want essence representation in a particular state of being. As a hunter, as a bear, as a rat and so they represent themselves as such and will funnel all their intensity to those that are most likely not to squander them. A puritan spends far too much time dismembering their desires so they will be possesses by minimalist energies. Of course as all things this does create a weird paradox, a minimalist energy concentration does focus and so it is possible to imagine the puritans being effective moralizing hunters epidemically contaminating everything with overblown sterility.

You might be wise to ponder “why are humans so successful in reproducing in the here and now when they have time to dwell on the past and even become such absurd professionals as futurists?”

Well the thing is that humans are incredibly successful because they have been the highest level of what we call herd instinct, they are indeed an stampeded upon the earth, the bulls and cows are incompatible in stature. You don’t for instance see the catholic church trying to save the bull from the bull fighter even as one would imagine that the church and god would both be against cruelty to animals. This is because any institution first and foremost rests its power base on the number of ergio energy constituents. And so the church is fully aware that bulls are being harmed by its constituents but the bull is not a donor member, and the church may actually be seeing as tolerant if it accepts that its members will commit such follies; and so there you have it bulls are a way for the church to seem tolerant, and a way for the mass of the masses to be held in the bull ring as they never stopped bull sacrifices they merely metamorphosed into bull fighting. Finally all this represents the stampede of humans against the bull, at the end of the fight between toreador and bull it is the mass audience that decides if the bull shall live or die, a drastic form of “we shall overcome.”

In all it is a charismatic battle for energies even as we do not realize it; you don’t sit around thinking that the human species is one giant ergio energy being, but this is just what it is, the more closely you examine a being the more you have seen them all; the same is true of a cat or a rabbit, they are all the same. A rabbit, as rabbits are, is always nervous and a cat is always seemingly poised and calm. All cats are like that, why? Because they are all the same cat, there is no such thing as an individual and much less a cat independent of the species. If you come to this earth as a cat it is because the ergio desire energies manifested their desires as such, and there is nothing else to do about it but be a feline and the more cat you are the more the energies will effervescent within you and within their expression in the here and now.

In conclusion and the conclusion gets boring, the fragility of humans is somersaulted through humankind, and any and all manifestations of energy are greater the more tuned they are to the here and now, futurist are disengaged.

RC

American Innocence

I have been debating if there is such a thing as an “American innocence”. The term itself is ripe with pernicious consequences. Think of it in this respect, if America is innocent what does that say about the power that it possesses? If America is innocent does that imply that a nation may actually become a dominant world power without a comprehension of the implications and nature of power? Can the American people, the makers of America and the shapers of the modern world, be innocent?

Many Americans are crying out: “why does everyone hate us so much just because we are rich and live good lives?” There is some genuine assumption in the national psyche that the American public is benevolent, kind, concerned and generally unassuming. Even foreign enemies have gone out of their way to note that “they are not against Americans but against American government policies.” This, as if democratic peoples in a republic with the highest degree of participation in government, and oddly probably the highest level of government employment of its citizenry could somehow abstain from responsibility.

None of that rings true to the America that I know; living there for 33 years all I saw was a demonstratively aggressive society that does not very much think about the consequences of its actions and so rather than being innocent it is instead unwilling to check itself through the projection of consequences and analysis of effect. In this way it prefers to remain ignorant of what its powers may accomplish. I would not equate ignorance with innocence, though either one appears despicable from any angle. I don’t like innocent women and I don’t like innocent countries and don’t believe there is such a thing as innocence when one has the mass of destruction stored up in silos all over the yellow brick road.

I try to be fair but I am not in need of it. Anyone that believes that the American people are innocent consumers of the largest killing machine in world history can only be a beneficiary of that system. There may well be a need to look the other way to have the ability to use the “I didn’t know” coupon against personal guilt. The psyche of a nation is scripted in the results, the outcome triggers immediate feedback of what it is that we are, what it is that we represent, and the resulting symbology can be a cruel assertion. I don’t suffer for all the Colombians that suffer as it is obvious from a 40 year old guerrilla war and civil strife that the national psyche has invested a lot in suffering. Ireland is a poetic land the consequences of its savage poetic soul are embodied in its essence, the IRA and the infamous England a marriage made in hell, but a marriage none the less.

Saying that Americans are innocent is like saying Microsoft is innocent. Microsoft is a great generator of tax revenue, foreign capital, jobs, and national pride; technology being the least of its accomplishments but its hegemony over the technological industry is not based on the fact that Microsoft employees are innocent people. They are not innocents and they would feel insulted if they had an inkling that someone thought that.

General Electric might be the microwave oven for American Management, it nukes them clean of any morality and sends them off to kill, mane and mutilate the competition. Reality television amply shows that rather than being innocent the American public is insensitive, how else can the Trump audience derive satisfaction out of the firing and emasculation of people, or how can the ability to dip another in pig`s blood be entrainment.

American football is a sport based on the ability to inflict injury and to survive and defeat the opponent at all cost. American football is based on the assumption that everyone is willing to sacrifice their personal well being for the sake of the greater cause, defeat of the enemy an expectable of the debauchery of billions of dollars. Not unlike the political campaigns which further exploit the American psyche mandate for intensity, for a winner and a loser and the winner, regardless of the tactics is judge to be the right one for the job. American management gurus use sport as the metaphor for business practices, team spirit, offense, defense, win market share either by outspending your competitor or saturating the market with under priced goods.

American religious organizations with their blitzing proselytizing have left the inquisitions looking rather dull, the grand inquisitor was merely shock effect. No one at the New York Times writes about the modern crusades of Western religions, it doesn’t affect the columnists, they are part of Western culture, they see it as harmless that messiahs wearing ties are practicing their freedom of speech in Latin America so as to peddle faith helping to build churches and spreading the word with swords made of charity.

I met a lot of very nice people in Wisconsin, they played a lot of bridge, baked a lot of cookies for their neighbors, hunted deer, they loved good grub, hadn’t a mean bone in their bodies, read the bible or went to church. Sure they didn’t like the fact that the American Indian had titled rights to the fish harvest, and they didn’t like Mexicans because they just wanted to live off of American goodwill. But the Wisconsinites I met were a kind people, perhaps fully unaware of the dynamics of world politics. Yet as they meticulously trained themselves for the hunt, their dedication, their tenacity, their ability to camouflage themselves, sit still in a tree for 3 hours, was remarkable and no doubt helpful when deer hunting and in Iraq.

The Americans I have met are well intentioned, self taught and determined to perfect their race and their world, and to secure capitalism, freedom of expression and democracy throughout the world. This is what their president is doing, there is no innocence in inflicting self determination for others.

Of course if America were a pacifist power would it be a world power? Some historians have noted that the British Empire was good at conquering but not aggressive enough to hold on to their real estate. A dominant America might wisely claim ignorance of the consequences of all that it surveys but can it do anything else?

It is a trickier question to answer, benevolence doesn’t carry much weight in this world of slaughter your own lunch, and it appears that America is not going to be the empire that will represent a new world order, just like all the others it will fade into the sun set on that famous Wave Principle as any power controlled by the stock market must.

It is my conclusion that America is and has been helpless in its reign, it probably didn’t even know that it was its turn at the helm, and neither does it know what to do with it; Gorbachev displayed an uncanny ability to know when to end his own country, a rare treat for me as did De Klerk in South Africa. Now the American people have elected the man that can force their downfall, as it has to be forced, by way of his benign ignorance which is not innocent!

RC

SEX

While it remains that I have written many things this one, because of the title stands to be probably the most read. That is neither a bad nor a good thing, it is simply a fact of life that the word sex and sex itself has the most in common with all of us, and us with it and with each-other through it. Time and time again we are reminded that perhaps the largest employer of women throughout the world is the sex industry, which, like it or not provides a living for many families and in some cases even helps them out of poverty, just like in other cases it buries with drug abuse, violence and ill health.

We spend so much time fighting the sex industry and the innate desire for sex in all creatures that we have never taken a genuine look at the matter of sex. Sex researches will disagree, they will point to countless studies that have been done on the topic, either by perverts or well meaning scientists. There might indeed be a positive value in academically understanding the properties of sex but I sincerely doubt it; coming out with statistics that teenagers are having more sex, or finding out that XY percentage of the population is gay hasn’t any socially significant relevancy. The study of sexual behavior only serves to promulgate the belief that there is something wrong with it, or to indicate that a portion of the population suffers from aberrant behavior.

Let us face the reality, the facts are that teenagers, specially in advanced civilizations, are probably having less sex today that ever in the history of humankind. This is because before the 17 century there was no self indulgent embargo on feelings. It was in the seventeenth century which seems to commence the official embargo of all human sentiment and mark the beginning of the inquisition of rational against feelings and unknowns; but that horrible century, which must and will be condemned in some future histories, that seventeenth century marks the most official denial of sex, for it was by the seventeenth century that religion was officially dethroned wholly by the rigors of secular thought; the idea that a church and a state did not have to share power had been fully absorbed by then, the concept of logic as being more important than faith had fully planted itself in the human psyche; after the 17 century it wasn’t a question of weather secular values could control the planet it was a constitutional mandate that no monarch, no person, no belief could dominate the earth but that all things must first be studied in order to say what we know of them, that we must dissect everything so as to void ourselves of all doubt and myth, that a turtle could certainly not be the pivoting point for an earth circling itself; that was proven beyond all doubt by the seventeenth century. And more, for it goes on, and prepare yourselves my darlings for this is going to be a long paragraph, it was in the seventeenth century that it was decided at last that there was no going back before the magna carta, that the doings seeded by the magna carta would hold, that power and decision making could be diluted so that no concentration of power could ever again be held by one subjective monarch; Napoleon becomes immediately the personification of this collapse of center, at once emperor at once the last possible idea of emperor; torrents of immensity collapsed, and the common man now had a chance at being a noble through the edification of his being by following the processes of organization. Ladies and gentleman this was the fatal century, this was the century where we would realize that by controlling sexual urges we could designate the inherent human sensual energy for industrial use. A sexually repressed people will become organized, clean and productive! Thank you seventeenth century! But it did not stop there did it? because the climax of the seventeenth century which may well rhyme for good reason well with the enlightenment, the climax of this beast was in turning the religious dogma against sex without reproductive purpose into a secular dogma where one could have sex for fun and not beget the earth its children; here enjoyment became the paramount reason for sex as reason could not accept any other conclusion for sex, people have sex for fun, you can have sex with anyone, casual sex was born in the seventeenth century! And from there it wasn’t difficult at all to secularize the intimacy of sex, because once you can have sex with any one or any thing, and society permits it, then you have the ability to rape yourself, and that my friend is a requirement in order to create a self that is constantly repairing itself. You see before the seventeenth century the world, tyrants, religion, gods, monarchs, barbarians abused the individual but after the seventeenth century the enlightened individual could abuse the self with complete impunity, and he or she could do this only because they were granted the authority to have secular sex, sex without intimacy, sex without feeling, sex for sex sakes; and thus is born the new puritan, a puritan that is willing to live completely outside of emotion, the new puritan where it is not religion that forms the alienation from the world, it is the self that alienates it-self from the world; no longer an external force, the seventeenth century finally manages to compact the world into one workable microcosm, a self sustainable individual that can judge itself and act as a policing-judge against others. No longer do we need monarchs, priests and gods to judges us and punish us, we can judge ourselves and thus is born the autonomous and lonely unit that we call modern civilized individuality!

Why is it so important that we become aware of this, because the cold blooded reality is that we have frozen ourselves in some static high-minded act which in itself becomes a puritanical bent to control ourselves, our senses and our lives to every minute detail. The modern individual is nothing more than a self contained unit of control systems which constantly monitor the reference points of science and state so as to correct their actions! No longer do they need the grand inquisitor, the new self correcting puritan doesn’t even need a puritan ideology, that is to say, they will voluntarily sterilize themselves. And this is only possible because secular lovemaking has no feeling, it is simply a circus act, a pure raw performance, in that world even a pill can give you sex.

Now of course that sex itself doesn’t just vanish simply because it is suppressed through a process of depersonalization, making sex secular doesn’t mean that it now becomes something that we can control, it merely means that we have the capability to funnel it, the less sexual the individual the more productive. The less sexual the individual the less sensual the connection to his fellow beings and this more isolate being becomes more loyal, pliable and amenable to social and systematic structures. This is why societies like Japan, Germany, England and America are so productive, they have managed to take sexual energy and turn it into productivity. The formulae is simple enough, a sexually frustrated individual has a tendency to want to be clean and to do work, the greater the restrictions on sexual wanton the more likely that the society will produce, but also the more likely that the society will suffer perversions. Societies that secularize sex eventually suffer greater degrees of sadistic and masochistic behaviors so as to compensate for their lack of intimacy. When an individual is sterilized of sensuality there is nothing left but to hurt or be hurt so as to feel.

The supremacy of the secularization of intimacy has other perverse side effects, it will turn the very productive societies that embody it into the most aggressive societies in the world, and as a result, in order to avoid internalized violence they will export it. They will externalize their violence in order to save their compatriots, the nationalistic embargo on intimacy forces the energies to turn into action, and that action mandates a destruction of the lack of intimacy, but sense the lack of intimacy is internal and the self repairing secularized citizen is taught not to self destruct, it has to externalize the feelings that tell it to destroy and so this automaton will go forward to rationalize the maniacal agglomeration of weapons so as to have the greatest amount of punch power, so as to be invincible. Repression creates a need for invincibility, a need for power is always the desired result of lack of intimacy! The most sexually repressed nations will always have the greatest amount of weapons and an endemic anxiety to make an impossible enemy so as to use them.

We are then now faced with a world that wants to avoid the topic of sex, everything about sex is a scandal, which is why even as the sex industry is one of the largest in the world and one of the most economically successful stories of all time, it doesn’t make the news in any other guise than a negative. It is the affair, the perverted politician, the gays, the whores, the porn stars, the libertines that make the headline news. This is because sex has to be kept mentally as some kind of perversion, it is only when viewed as a perversion that the individual can castigate him or her self for wanting it, for desiring it, “I must be a pervert if I want to have sex every day,” “I must be a pervert if I desire same sex partners,” and this self imposed inquisition will assured failed satisfaction and the most plausible outlet for it is cleanliness and work effort, desire energies are thus turned into work energies; the fruitless become fruitful.

The less aggressive the society the less inhibited. You don’t have to go to far to observe this reality, the societies that have the most children at a younger age will be the most sexually liberal; this is because they are inadvertly displaying a lack of trained restraint. They will be having sex with siblings, with cousins, with the babysitter, with their uncle, with every next door neighbor and so on, that shows that there is lack of an internalize taboo against sex, and so the flimsy mandate for the taboo is external, say for instance the church in the case of Latin American; and because the church is an external force it does not have the impact that the very same taboo would have on first world nations that have managed to secularize sex and turn the individual into a self correcting grand inquisitor.

In catholic Latin America it is the catholic church that is telling the people not to have sex for other than reproductive purposes, and not to consummate the relationship until after they are married by god and church. Yet Latin America societies have very relaxed morals and their peoples are so easily overtaken by the urge to have sex that they have it when they want it without much psychological maneuvering; and hence any scientific study of those countries should show a very low perversity ratio as compared to highly developed nations.

Homosexuals and transvestites are very common in Latin American societies, however these are repressed, heterosexual sex is held in high steam but homosexuals and transvestites are not as accepted, and so the repression of these should equally show that there is a greater perversion within each practice. However even in this realm, the third world catholic societies, due to a lack of systematic structures, are mostly silent on the matter, that is there is a silent approbation of the matter, a reluctant tolerance, they know it happens, and so the relationship that a bisexual husband has with some male partner is accepted through inaction. Unlike in more advanced countries, such as America, where it is supposed that homosexuality has gained greater acceptance, yet even the homosexuals themselves have an outing program to force gays who don’t want to become public figures, to be exposed as part of the freak show that gay parading has become. This is caused by the highly systematized individual conscience which has to turn any aspect of its personal life into a political statement.

But as sexuality is not an element that can be controlled by secular or religious organizations, or even as done in first world nations through secular puritanical-individuality or/and the medical establishment, then we must speculate what is the actual intent of sex. Is sex really only for reproduction and for immediate carnal pleasure as the majority would have us think?

The answer is of course no, that sex leads to reproduction is interesting and we re not going to dispute that that is one of its primary purposes; as well that sex satisfies should not be overlooked, a good orgasm has no attractions, that I can imagine, that can beat it; but the question lurks what is sex for?

As it is so often the case with other things I do have the answer for this one, and I am sure that that will be used against me; but I cant help myself for I am not self regulating as are others which must wait for expert professional conclusions or facts to reach them before they can know anything. Self correcting secular beings can be identified because they will only reprogram themselves after they have studied expert and professional advice as given to them through systematically approved channels.

In order to answer the question we must go back to first principles, one must assume that sex is part of a first principle because it is one of the primary activities of all creatures, you have it in common with everything that reproduces on this planet or in any other planet, it is safe to assume that sentient beings have sex in common, if you don’t have some form of sex, you are probably not a sentient being. So we have already made our first primal connection, sex and sentient are inextricably related. This is due to the interesting fact that in order to have sex or to act out the sperm egg dance ahoy you have to have a sentient connection, you can not interact with something that doesn’t place an emotional burden on your existence, at least at the sexual level. Still I should point out that asexual reproduction is both the most popular form of reproduction and the most abundant species in the universe do in fact reproduce asexually. But since our discussion is about sex then that doesn’t matter to us; though I should further state that asexual reproduction is equally within sentient being.

Everything sentient being in the universe is made up a sentient energy that I call an ergio, it is a miniscule but complete sentient energy, this energy is what allows us to sense one another and it is the energy which seeks to replicate itself throughout the universe against all other possible conceptions of energy, which arise from the nothingness to represent themselves in our universe. Sentient beings embody sentient energies-ergios and these all form a singular universe within the known universe.

It doesn’t matter what type of species you are, dolphins, whales and monkeys are sentient beings, your inability to feel them as such is simply a limitation that you have imposed upon yourself through reasoning, as reasoning tells you that you are one bright human being that you posses unique intelligence, etc. Rational is what separates you from the mud that you came from, rational isolates and so you can not feel the emotions a whale possesses but regardless a whale is a sentient being, and so are aliens living in other planets and all of them with all of us share one thing in common, ergio energies. These ergio energies seek each other at some level, specially when they are separated by distance or by ideas, if you use logic then you have distanced yourself from your emotions, even as logic is a result of those emotions. The space program is largely the construct of logical applications being used to seek out other forms of sentient life in the universe.

Our quest to seek other forms of life causes us to reproduce beyond the sustainable possibility of our earth environment, we subconsciously know that we have to reproduce and reproduce our sentient energy so as to reach out to the other sentient ergio energies in the universe. First principles tell us that there is no division between sentient beings other than that which is artificial or socially or physically contrived; irremediably there is a consciousness and a subconsciousness that unites us all as one, but we are not able to perceive this throughout all the dimensional aspects of its manifestations.

However since there are things like the akashic record which sustain and commune all the events and histories and memories of sentient beings, then these things equally seek to reunite us as a way to eliminate the vast coldness of all the disparate things that have apparently nothing in common with us. The true measure of our communality is in feelings and shared experience; what you feel for your cat or dog, what you feel for your children, for your soul mate, etc is constricted with what all of them feel for you. Such is the communion between sameness. These things construct and align and realign themselves throughout the universe even as we are not physically in touch with them, they are in touch with us through same essence habitations. The fact that civilized human beings have not realized that they are the same person as the aborigines is because they don’t comprehend action at distance, they don’t comprehend the embodiment of the concept of humanity. Any person that can murder another human being has isolated the concept of humanity, as one singular entity; in a sense when you stop having sexual relationships with the world you gain the ability to destroy it. This is because sexuality and sensuality are inextricably intertwined, which is why when you endorse the secularization and monogamy of sex there are only perverse results from it.

First principles then indicate a native connection that is shared by all sentient beings, all sentient beings, when the connection becomes extenuated through interference from local, global or cosmic forces seek to repatriate it through whatever means. We are seeking the unification of all sentient life forms in the universe. Sex is a means by which we generate and propagate sentient beings, but it is also a way to heightened our awareness of other sentient beings, and this is the truly why sex! Sex heightens our awareness of those that we touch through those that we touch.

Take the seemingly simple act of paying for sex with a prostitute. First the only way to generate money is through labor, like it or not money is the production of our sweat and toil and as such when we pay a prostitute for sex it is not just money, money is just a representation of a connection that we have to the rest of the world and that is being handed to the prostitute as a form of payment. The very word prostitute has in itself an ugly sounding tone and the harshness is defined to separate us from her, even as the payment unites us. After the transaction, notice the element of a transaction which is recognized, and which occurs the world over probably more times than married couples have sex, we enter into the world of what is presumed sex without a burden. But you need to look deeper than that, there is no such thing as sex without an emotional burden, as the very connotation of the act of sex is to unburden yourself through an interaction.

What is really happening is more fascinating, every prostitute is uniting humanity, is voiding out the civilized isolation of humanity, the prostitute is a vessel by which all the individuals that cannot touch may touch and feel one another, and transfer their ergio energies throughout each other. It is touching at a distance, it is sensuality removed through a third person, the urge for connectivity is such that it will not be voided through social straightjackets, the urge to unite and to feel one another is embodied in the prostitute, she serves humanity by becoming a vessel which all can touch, and through her, every man that touches her touches every other man that touched her, and equally touches every wife and lover that those men and their wives have touched.

Prostitutes are an affordable extension of the Harem, and in the same way so are extramarital affairs or cheating in general; this is all a reflection of our search to touch all the untouchables, made so by the narrow measuring eye of morality. We have Harems and Polygamy through these various means, and the means betray a profounder cause, the need to feel.

The prostitute is and has been throughout time the first and foremost social worker, acting out of her urge to sense the despondent nature of feelings, accepting the void which her vessel becomes by allowing men and women to congregate through her.

This is so. And it is so because when you conjugate with another, you leave a portion of yourself in them, and that portion of yourself travels with them wherever they go and leaves a portion of itself with whomever they touch; your sense of being is made greater by the greater amount of those that you’ve touched, either through sex or through kind acts or through business transactions. A politician and a movie star have all the energies of all the people that think of them, stare at them, all those ergio energies are at their disposal and accumulate within them, and give them more energy to go on, to be more to symbolize us, to represent us all, that which gets our attention gets more energy to go on, in part as part of us, and in part as part of it self.

Seeing in this light the propagation of our urge to become whole again, encourages us to violate moral imperatives with promiscuous want! Sex and even its vice prostitution, is how we sensually reach out and touch one another and the others within them, in a world that denies us that right.

RC

Generational Psychosis

Any reader that is with me up to this point understands clearly that there are ergio energies that transcribe who and what we are throughout humanity and on even to sentient beings here and elsewhere in the universe, and the Akashic record historically apprehends all vices and actions into the sentient archive for all beings to source and inherit.

A device like the internet is a web of these associations and is equally the result of them. When peoples seek to communicate they will divine a way, the internet protocols however mundane are an urged result by a desire for our mass of humanity to interact; the need for speed in aircraft and even the need for aircraft is the need to reduce the time to reach a loved one or to greet a stranger, and thus humanity seeks through varying methods, with relative success, to reach out onto all parts of itself.

The reason why we seek interaction via a tool like the internet or an airplane is because we either have not learnt how to use our psychic abilities, or because we do not conceive the possibility of metaphysical astro-hopping our soul form one place to another. A phone call might be more evidence of the limitations that we impose upon ourselves and than we overcome with the very phone call that dials up our limitations.

The reason why we invented science was to circumnavigate the wall we built by falling in love with material happenings; and the ever dangerous love of rationalization of events so as to explain that which is impossible to comprehend: the universe and our relationship to it.

In a sense we can be aware of the universe but we cannot know it, and if we attempt to know it then we cancel our awareness. The two are mutually exclusive, awareness and understanding don’t get alone, scientists understand, gods are aware. A god is capable of instant on action, a scientist has to have a lot things in place to turn on the lights.

When you look at a science such as is the science of statistics you have to ask yourself are there facts in statistics? Even as facts can not be a part of something that is a mere approximation. Yet the truth be told there are only approximations to reality which harden when we put a name to them, was Samuel Clements Samuel Clements or was he Mark Twain? He was for sure both, or was he, could Samuel Clements be Mark Twain or could the reverse of that be true too?

We know Samuel Clements because of Mark Twain, and Mark Twain was a person that Samuel Clements could never be, could never be as the real world person that he was; personification implied that his name had to change to represent what he was to society as a whole. It was however Mr. Clements that intuited that such would be the correct expression of his Twain essence; Mark Twain rings true to the writings, rings true to the sensibilities of the man, and either through suggestion or by his own initiative Samuel got the name right.

This is also true for those magnificently hardworking and yet seemingly frivolous movie starts, the name Hollywood carries with it all the symbolizing energies of the place. “Holly” of course is a religious term, which immediately dazzles with spiritual connotations and mass appeal; while wood is grounded on reality and burns up. The ease of the tone has enough superficiality on it that you will not let your mind be arrested by it; the word “syllogisms” could have never been the name for “Hollywood”, this is because “syllogism” has to carry a lot of intellectual heft and so it will not meet with your expectations, of lighthearted entrainment suspended in a reality of accurate disbelief.

And so “statistics” might themselves insinuate to take a snap of something, to hold the meaning static for a second, to stack up something so that it clicks, so that it pronounces meaning, where there might be a lot of dynamic stats are halting. The picture immediately generated by stats allows you to conjure a reality, it allows you to think of a possible reality, and it allows you to modify your thinking process and your actions. If for instance, you know that a candidate is statistically projected to win by a considerable majority you might not bother to vote. And if others think just like you, due in fact to the statistics, and so you and the others end up not voting, this may cause the wrong political candidate to win but for the wrong reason; because the statistics were in fact correct, even as they will be seen as wrong due to the outcome of the election.

And so you can see that it is not easy being right even for the staticians, as the very statistics by virtue of projecting change human behavior, and so become an added burden to any equation. Still what I have shown above is that statistics can no be objective as their very reading of a political process makes them immediate participants in the process. An intelligent statistician will want to correct his mistake and so will refine the data collecting process, use more varied sources, change the method of compilation, but in all honesty the stats cannot be taken out of the process, as they are tagged by it, the process defines the stats, the stats have to tune to the process, and yet when they refine themselves they will equally change the outcome in an uncertain manner.

The cruel reality is that the statistics and their corresponding professionals have now become so much a part of the campaign that they are in fact not an alternate source of information but rather part of the process, used by either side, to seemingly objectively justify its particular inclinations.

This is why statistics will tend to work better from hindsight, it is easier to know how many households had television in the 1950s because in the fifties most of the televisions sold were sold to households as businesses did not see any need for televisions. However here another truth is also telling, teenagers in the 1950s had a fad, they liked to grease their hair. Now project that to today, what do we have before us, teenagers are using gel to grease their hair, and they are wearing baggy pants, which was also true in the fifties, back then boys wore baggy pants; still we don’t know what the connection is, maybe it is a comfort zone thing, but why the grease on the hair? Are they looking for certainty of looks? Have they found some modicum of rectitude in the ability to control their hair and know its precise location, and know thus, how they will be seen by their friends?

We can speculate for ever but we are not going to do that, the reality doesn’t have anything to do with the grease in the hair or the baggy pants, the reality is that these generations are demonstrating that they do synchronize swimming. If they are all into a particular fad what they are defining is the communication that that generation will share across the passing years, hence the name given to generations, Y, X, called them what you will the reality is that generations speak to each other with a silent agreement.

People from the baby boom generation will be the happiest seniors the world has ever known. Why? Because it is the single largest most massive generation ever to retire, that means that they will hold the world hostage with their conservative vote and their vote for senior entitlement programs! That sense of communality however is accident, it is generational, that is to say that their sense of shared agreement is not based on the fact that they are seniors but based on their communal generational statistical sense and value. They intuit and perceive the world in an intrinsic manner as experienced by their generation. And their fads, when they were teenagers, and the global acceptance of their fads tells us how well the are subconsciously integrated and perhaps how successful they will be in living and changing their times.

This is enough for now.

RC