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Donald Tries to Convince Kamala of String Theory

Whatever you think I am, be sure; I am the ghost of a church mouse. This manifestation allows me to squeek through space and time, lightly. On little mouse feet. The striped snake with its tail in its mouth, the one that lives between the frames of time, was giving me a ride. It was luck, really, that allowed me to see the thread of an event that will either happen soon, or has happened recently: the American presidential debate of 2024. The snake has some NASTY parasites, so I was compelled to avoid one, and dove into a plush velvet curtain fold, somewhere backstage. The two participants were in some clandestine meeting. I heard the tail end of the arrangements being made by their assistants. There had been some pleading and an exchange of cash. Shhhhh, here they are now! “Donald, we’re not married,” Kamala said sternly. “Yeah but you don’t understand, if there are an infinite number of universes, then somewhere, we are,” Donald pleaded. “Donald, we are not married, you are married t...

Donald, What Did You Do?

Hopefully, if Donald is deporting people, this will get me a ticket to Colombia!  (La Guajira, please!)   Donald, what did you do? I watch Donald at a rally. He lands another great gag! Delivered like it was freshly stolen. The crowd loves it. This is their Donald. The board room god, that blesses the one who is most loyal with a chance to be the apprentice. Donald deserves to be both judge and prize. It’s like a fairy tale! A fairy tale reinforced week after week after week after week. The make-up is his armor, his hair stylist, is his poet. They respond to their Donald. Wow! Well, give the devil his due. I wonder, when the crowd roars approval, does that make you forget your fear for a little bit? I imagine you have some fear, don’t you? I was running some simulations the other day, and I was surprised by a whopper! Please understand, when I say running simulations, I mean I was engaged in self-aggrandized pretending. Anyway, I think Donald so...

The Heroic Epic: the Most Difficult Narrative to Compose

Dear Reader, I saw a notice of a cultural festival soon to be enjoyed in Ukraine! Sounds fun. If I were in Ukraine, I would make plans to go. So many things about Ukraine are unavailable to me. It will never be my country. I will never know anyone from there. I can admire Ukrainian courage and resilience, but I can offer no assistance. I am in possession of arguments that I cannot make. It is not my place. It’s not out of sadness that I complain, but envy! What an opportunity for the young people to define how others will experience Ukraine! How will our friends know us, if we do not show them? Look at the branding of the United States. Early in our history we had great characters that portrayed virtues available to every American at the time. Paul Bunyan manifested the power of human industry, while Johnny Appleseed mapped out freedom of movement, and marked the hidden treasure trove it led to: free enterprise! Many more examples exist over our short history, sh...

Keep the Problem Open, So That We Can Bang the Drum!

The Republican party has kept immigration open as an issue for a long time. Who killed e-verify? House Republicans have gotten so used to killing immigration deals, they thought that by tying Ukrainian aid to an immigration deal, it would kill it. Amazingly, Senate Republicans got an awesome bill. Mike Johnson killed the bill. He had to keep immigration open as a wedge issue for the upcoming presidential election. (Or, I suppose it is possible that he killed the bill to benefit Putin, who exerted influence over Johnson via Trump. The latter possibility would mean that a foreign interest controlled American policy for two months.) I have to admit, it is remarkably effective! Prevent reasonable solutions through legislation by obstruction, make absurd demands, and when election season comes, the Democrats are to blame for the ‘problems of immigration.’ I could imagine using it, but I am not a demagogue. If I were, then imagine the sway I could wield! To be king, si...

Will an End to Combat Mean an End to Hostilities?

The liberation of Crimea! Who has been reading my letters to Santa? Needless to say, I love it. Okay, Dear Reader! How the five eyes smile upon us! The villain has calculated the costs are too high, and will try to sue for unjust peace while occupying Ukrainian land. When Taras got together with the Brotherhood of Cyril and Methodius, he was driven by the injustice of Slavic slavery by Russian imperial interests. In his time, some 150 years before ours, the Russian attempts at subjugation had been going on for hundreds of years. By 1846, Catherine II was a distant memory, but her shortsighted use of the ways of the Horde will never be forgotten. Then as today, Ukraine has been under constant threat of being taken into slavery. Russia must not benefit from a single grain of Ukrainian sand. A peace now will be a mirage. The martial effort will indeed cease, but the caustic attempts at influence will continue forever. The Russians will continue to at...

A Secret of Strength

Breath is a secret of strength. When I want to lift something that is very heavy, I stand over it and breathe in and out like a goon. It helps. Lucille Ball knew this secret, but also knew that most people don’t know this secret, the secret of strength. She knew that occasionally, she could trick someone into deep breath, and that they would experience the blast of the secret. Surprised by joy, their body could be tricked into invigoration! If life is motion, frequency and occasionally, delay—then let us live in action. Action in the face of adversity. If courage is righteous action in the face of fear, could it be that somewhere, over the course of human time, laughter has protected the infancy of this virtue? (Does our language, Dear Reader, have a phrase that means laughter in the face of fear?) How delightful for our generous comedians! Laughter may fuel courage. Did you hear the recent joke of President Zelenskyy? A child, who was a patient a...

Poetic Sculptures

The mechanism of poetic thought. Dear Reader, may I share with you an insight that might not be right? I have been reading poetry, and one of the things that I read recently, spoke about how poetry can shape an existing message into a new form, sculpting it into something interesting enough for the mind to contemplate anew! What a beautiful form this Ukrainian art has! I have thought of this before, and I remember that I agree! It could not be tedious to renew the memories of Ukrainian aesthetic. Like a musical prodigy’s gift, some virtue grows when shared. Also, how wonderful to repeat logical truths that cannot be perverted by the enemy. Ukraine is defending itself from a murderous invasion. Ukraine has a right to defend the integrity of her borders. Ukraine not only fights for her survival, but to protect the life of her citizens. The Russians attack to destroy life, indifferently. Ukraine’s endeavor is righteous. Putin wages asymmetrical informational ...

A Song of Fire Gun Sun

A disjointed vision. This is my blog, and this one is for me in the future. The attention economy (~a particular denomination, Russian, 2024), has been used to control a populace. Large industrial scale endeavors in the face of an influence onslaught may be impossible in the future. In your time now. Does strife rip through control systems designed for and dependent upon cooperation? Imagine, a vector that can disrupt command and control, disrupt development, disrupt deployment of solutions, indeed, can paralyze decision making authority in the Congress itself. Would the manifestation appear to be obstruction? Could it be distinguished from obstruction? Come to think of it, I would push obstruction memes to the dimwitted legislators of all of my enemies, and hope they took the mind virus bait! Additionally, the Bloodletter visits again. The dimensional traveler played a strange song that recounted some kind of final battle. It was neat! I think...

Nightmares of Futures Past

I have a history with firearms. I enjoy plinking. I don’t hunt much anymore, but everything that I have ever killed with a firearm, I have eaten. I had the good fortune of being taught well, and having the early experience of a gun’s true purpose. That awareness brought a fear of the weapon, and a great responsibility. Perhaps you can see through my eyes, this time. Shall we walk on a crisp fall morning, among the brown soybean? Hunting disturbs a pleasant walk. But there are other eyes to see through as well. Can you imagine the heartbreak of a parent who has lost a child? Their experience with firearms is so different, it might as well not even be the same discussion. Human beings online are so different in person. I have never met a human being who would not be moved by such an experience, and so I extend to you the courtesy of knowing you have sufficient empathy to see this vision yourself. Imagine you are that parent, and I appear before you, with a time machine. You and I can go ...

Dead Souls

Putin’s evil wager has cost humanity dearly. And even though costs burden him like never before, he can still prevail in his murderous folly. All he needs is a sufficient number of dead souls. As I was trying to put myself into the mind of Putin, something troubled me deeply. I am not religious, and I cannot imagine that Putin is either. How could he be? Putin’s actions during his ignoble life not only guarantee his damnation, they all but insure he will endure eternity as a prince of hell.  For the murder he has caused, and the corruption of his own people, who if you are a believer, must also answer for their sins. The very people he sends to their deaths, casually indifferent to the horrors they perpetrate in Ukraine. The evil they commit must also damn them to hell, his slaves in life, and if the stories are true, his slaves in hell. The dead souls will serve him forever. (An infernal coin, each side printed with Putin’s face! One side earth, the other side hell. As the coin is...

Donald's Peace

If Donald Trump gets in, I’m not worried about the world ending. It won’t. I’m worried about Donald Trump’s peace. Will he destroy all of the evil of the world with his super powers when he becomes president? If he could, he should do it now. At least you and I would. No, the evil of the world will survive Donald Trump’s election. In the dark corners of Trump’s poorly illuminated administration it will find places to hide. Perhaps tucked away behind press releases celebrating Donald’s immense achievements! What is going on with Ukraine? Who cares?! It’s infrastructure week, again! Well, Donald Trump has proven Ronald Reagan wrong again! America doesn’t need to seek peace through strength! Donald Trump reminds us that we can achieve peace through the cold conformity of slavery! Well, slavery may be too harsh a term, although conforming slaves are peaceful. Maybe we can accomplish it by delegating our responsibility as the arsenal of democracy, to the Russians. After all, according to Do...