The Galactic Federation pulled me over and charged me with a DUI, now I have to go to meetings... Is this alcoholic's anonymous?
Today I have something tugging on my mind like a bratty child yanking on Mom's coat... I sort of know what it is. It's pretty much what I always write/right about... the attack of bullshit.... how everything is a lie.... but this thing today I am feeling is like... a cry to the lifeguard...Help! I'm drow....flll...glug...gasp cough cough DROWNING!
I am drowning in the realization of how bothered I am by living in a world so smothered in bullshit connivance that is almost an opera of absurdity... If Monty Python were evil and they did Acid they might be able to script what we live. Some knowingly others unknowingly. And many levels in between. And maybe this is it... Let me offer the bad guys a suggestion...
Rather than kill millions and billions how about you just give us a reasonable enjoyable math equation. If we could be free to do commerce without monopolies competing, and governments riding small businesses' ass for shakedowns in taxes, permits, graft, and every conceivable hand coming at a person merely trying to trade a service or a product for a buck, and we were allowed a piece of property that was ours in total, no one threatening to take it away, and if we were allowed to grow and create energy free of monopolies attaching themselves to individual enterprise like a tic sticks its fangs into a blood host.
In order to have free enterprise it can't favor a fraction of the populace, it has to benefit all, and mathematically that is way more than possible. But we have a huge problem. We are hearing the levels of evil are off the charts horrific and essentially I am asking to ignore the devil for my own sanity's sake and of course I know this compromise is dead in the water. So it is really all about physical confrontation.
It is the classic western. When do the townspeople become a posse? When they can't takes no more.
And they have almost bred that out of us and worse yet, even those who are armed and trained look at the odds and know how impossible it looks. Violence or aggressiveness even when in the right can be easily turned into a plus for the controllers who will use that anger against the system to say the system has to protect itself.
It is full out Goodfellatopia...The United Goodfellas of America... Fuhgeddaboudit.
So, here I am... Ramble Mamble Schmamble. Uncle Lenny's voice whispers in my brain. "Do what you are big enough to do..."
I have been waiting on the dinar RV miracle hail Mary pass lottery win but I am losing faith. So....
Here's the deal...
I want to own a bar... with a descent but humble location, location, location... I'm not looking for insane busy just steady regulars, and a small stage for the house band which will be my band. I want to run an internet show out of the bar. It will be mostly funny, and music, variety, but there may be a small dash of sociopolitical disguised in the character I already created... the one with the sock puppet on his hand. That one allows everyone to dismiss my true rants with, "don't mind him that's the guy who wears the sock puppet on his hand."
So, my club will make money and pay the bills, but I have one small problem. I need someone to buy me that bar.
Let's call it, "sockpuppet's hole"
Help Geno Buy that bar.