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“Let The Crops Rot”

Friday, September 9th, 2016

Red and black flags wave, signifying that alliance between Communists and Anarchists.  Street theater takes place in the form of makeshift bars with supposed prisoners chained in the midst.

I spot a politically reformatted Kaepernick jersey — black, either in solidarity with his political cause or signifying something more.  Interesting to note Kaepernick — after his stellar first half a season, and regression from there (to be fair, with his team decomposing around him), he was benched last season — and whether or not he starts this season, at least he’s a political cause celebre.  (Bigger than the game, and all that…)

They chant.  Convoluted.  “Free Political Prisoners!  All Prisoners are Political!”  A man in a mullet runs around, shouting “You don’t know what you’re protesting!”  Some spot communication occurs between an obviously pro protester and a leader tasked with dealing with disruptions off to the side.  This is a single minded protest, shocking the public in disrupting traffic flows requires a certain Rigidness of thought.

I spot a sign.  “Let the Crops Rot!”  This I want to get to the bottom of.  Fortunately, we get to a series of chants which would be interesting to untangle the proported intersectionality for this one.
“Black Lives Matter!” is paired next to something about water and thirst.

I suppose the Black and Red radicals have it in for Northern California, and don’t care about the drought conditions for such parochial concerns on the economics of agriculture, and view this as a resource war that trickles over the Prison Industrial Complex and…

weird things to teach your kid

Sunday, August 7th, 2016

Kid with father in tow.  Father walks to me, asks “Okay.  Tell me this.  What are the two things in life that are inevitable?”

I stare, blanking.  “Don’t know.”

Father, impatiently sighs.  “It’s Taxes and –”

Me:  “Death”.

Father looks to kid.  “There you go.  See?”

Valuable lesson to teach this expression to your kid, right?

… didn’t start the fire…

Tuesday, July 12th, 2016

I watched hordes of twenty-something year olds converge in roughly the same proximate location, hunting down Pokemon creatures whose images had been super-imposed on their cell-phones onto images of real space in front of them.

The Pokemon creatures are dancing in front of you right now, and someone’s zapping them by scratching on their cell phones.

Someone was talking about thinking of the song “We Didn’t Start the Fire“, in reference to thinking about current horrors — Oh, Orlando, Minnesota, and Dallas.  Sure,  And Pokemon Go is either a douser or opiate.  And, of course, we have been here before on mass popular crazes… which bring us all together, except for those who it doesn’t, or… is that great moment for a generation, unless it’s forgotten by the time the next one comes around…

distress sounds

Tuesday, June 21st, 2016

“How are you?”
I give the universal “ugh” response.  Mind a bit … elsewhere.
“Go to pride at all?”
“No,” I say flatly.  She looks more than a little disappointed.  It takes me a second to register… maybe my lack of a showing at “Pride” fails a test of solidarity in the wake of a catastrophic hate crime, so I say “Sorry?”
Quickly, she shuffles forth with “About?”
“That I didn’t see the parade.”
“Oh, no.  No.”  Clearly not wanting to make me feel like a dick, “The parade was oh so long this year.”

Shortly she’d learn of a more immediate loss for me, and I suppose things would come around to make her feel like a dick.  The reality of her disappointment was probably along the lines of “failing to engage in topic the moment.”

who be that?

Wednesday, May 25th, 2016

Overheard:  “She’s basically a female Bernie Sanders.”

My guess was Chloe Eudaly… came in second and will be facing Steve Novick in a run-off for city council… and is in need of elucidation and definition in conversations of matters political.
but the next sentence alludes to being a Senator…

So that leaves us at Elizabeth Warren.  Even though she has the name recognition and profile not as much in need of definition.  Though, I guess it depends on who’s talking and to whom.

on seeing vestiges of a past America

Tuesday, May 24th, 2016

Saw a guy in an anti- George W Bush t-shirt.  Two terms in, and with a different cast of characters floating about —

— If perhaps temporary.  Karl Rove will return like a bad dime, but does Roger Stone have any staying power post Donald Trump?

The t-shirt just seems odd.  It’s not like a vintage (ironic) “Oliver North for President” shirt.  And I don’t think Bush has the iconic status of a Nixon that Bush masks will be in vogue.  (Can you imagine the entertainment value of such things as the “Bush Tapes”?  Me neither.)

Maybe a Trump Presidency is necessary.  Just to pull back the remnants of the Bush Era, all the damnable bumper stickers people just won’t pull back.

euphemisms gone awry

Friday, April 29th, 2016

My guess is he’s probing for possible room-mates, and this is a setting I’d more than expect to hear this:

“Are you 4/20 friendly?” […] “4/20 Friendly?” […] “(sigh) Do you smoke marijuana?”

My best guess is that if you have to answer what ‘4/20 friendly means’, whatever they think of marijuana — whether negative or positive or even (probably infrequent) casual user…

the answer is no… they are not “4/20 friendly”.

and he supports Trump

Wednesday, April 6th, 2016

Listened to a leftist describe the foreign policy uselessness of one Bernie Sanders.  Referenced some mass resignation of his staff over a Clinton – era foreign intervention.  (Kosov, maybe?)

Described how Democrats get in office off of anti-war rhetoric, then once in power — just covertly and overtly follow through on bi-partisan policy.  (Referenced Al Franken in this regard).  Said ISIS’s ideological support would just collapse if America just disappeared from the Mid-East.  Then Mocked a professor of his who quoted Jefferson favorably, insisting that Jefferson fluntly favored an oligarchy, controlling the masses of peoples — and can’t or shouldn’t be an arbiter for anything.
As you can tell… he doesn’t vote.

Listened to a Donald Trump supporter, the effect was surreal and nauseating — it was coming out of a conversation where some dude was saying he’d get a “purple heart” for his sexual prowess if Bill Clinton were still president — the man who’d go on to show himself a Trump supporter corrected, ” Presidential Medal of Honor”.  So, after a bad Bill Clinton Impression, he then insisted he not vote for Hillary Clinton — though “Likes Bernie Sanders”.  (I guess this makes him the very definition of a “Bernie Bro”?)

“No.  Trump.  Trump is the man.”  The man then gives the following about how it’s time we stop being the world’s police — and time to take care of ourselves, save ourselves… let the fanatics out there fight the other fanatics.”  Then on to “Time to do away with the illegal immigration problem.  There are 61 Billion Illegal Aliens… gotta handle them.  And Donald Trump.  You know him.  He’s a Man of Action.  Already has the engineers working on the Wall, and he’s going to get Mexico to pay for it —”

The other man (who’s black, for what it’s worth) says “I don’t know.  He’s going to be out stirring up racial unrest.”  The Trump supporter laughs it off, and…

I was trying to find evidence of satire, but it appears he was legitimate.  I wanted to interject to simply point out — the population of Earth is somewhere between 6 and 7 Billion, so there are not “61 Billion” “illegal immigrants”, but he’s full of bluster and it’d be arguing with a self-certain rock who wouldn’t know to simply claim a “mis-speak”.

things, kids, darnedest, whatnot

Monday, March 28th, 2016

Small boy: “For the rest of my life, I’m just going to read Tintin.”
Mom (I’m guessing):  “I guess you’re not going to grow up to be an English Major, then.”
Boy:  What’s an English Major?”

Yeah.  Good question, kid.

 

quick note on rip bob elliott

Sunday, March 6th, 2016

“Did you see that Bob Elliott died?”
I ask this question to someone, an older man I know who’s the only person I can think of who would to some degree or other care.
“Huh.  Didn’t know he was still alive…””Yeah, well.  I suppose time to look at old Bob and Ray skits on youtube…”
“He was much better than that god-awful son of his.”

I suppose I’d ignore that one.