(1619) Almost evening all.
19. An op ed at a strange time for me
Just been looking at Mon 18 below, sent my text and url to Sarah in Alberta … what the heck am I even doing awake again, having said goodnight to various close people and with obligations awaiting all day Tuesday? Her electricity supply was down by the way in her community.
Answer is that I must do this. Against that is the old saying that one of the first signs of madness is the feeling that one’s work is of immense importance to all. Work? I’m just putting things up using soc-med to maybe 3000 maximum, though if all outlets are used, that becomes around 20k, including X impressions. Drop in the ocean of horrors. Horrors … hyperbole? Well I have a report about a truck stop in Brooklyn, Iowa where, of 40 drivers, 5 speak English.
I was sent a bowel cancer kit, never asked for it, have said over and over I’m having no exploratories as that part of me is in good nick … well let us just probe around they say … why? Tend people who are sick for goodness sake. Besides, what chance encountering a well trained western doc? Plus my chances of being genuinely sick are hugely increased … and so on.
All right, without letting on ages … in the last century, near the end, my mother died, my father decades earlier. Was I aware that it was the end of an era? Nope. I thought my life was just getting into gear in fact, gallivanting around the world with m’best gal by m’side. Irresponsible? No sense of end dates? Of consequences? Maybe.
And now here am I nearing their terminal ages and what am I doing? Attempting to give some sort of moral support to as many as I can get round to. Stop, stop … why? Who the heck am I? Why am I not in a rocking chair, with a nurse feeding me meds? D’you see what I’m leading to here? Andy is now vice-chairman of a sports club. Steve’s just run his first nightly MftWC since his return. Why? Why run Mon 18 for example? Just whom can it reach and even then, what can they do? Back to the Agatha Christie quote:
And is our function to affect policy which is causing the destruction of western society? Or might it also be that at least there is some sort of haven still about, some sort of tavern, with some deluded eccentric as the landlord? And further … almost no readers know the three or four people I just dropped in on … one at the end of her tether, I’m thinking genuinely so.
I’m getting on for about two and a half decades now quite irrelevant in this new world … I never saw it happening. Suddenly, still compos mentis (we can argue that point) and not physically bad as long as I can escape interferers … suddenly I’m thinking … what should I actually be doing right at this moment? Sleeping? Did it help those four people at all? Only they can answer that.
I mean, this could get a bit religious now, could it not? What is my function in this disintegrating society? Euthanasia? To be murdered as another useless eater? Stuff that and stuff those evil muvvas. No, my task is to offer what little I can … at least I think it is my task. What else? Sit twiddling my thumbs?
I am currently in a comfortably bourgeois situation against all odds – salmon dins, fridge bulging with food … for how long? Here it gets religious again. I believe if I ditch this mission and go full-hedonist, the sustaining protection stops. Anyway, it’s an effective mindset to have. It’s 00:27, early morn … heaps of time, with a five hour sleep ahead … I can still be ready for DAD’s drop around 0530 … plenty of time.
Night night, readers. Sleep well, fellow cavemen and women.
18. Bill C9 in Canada passed
What has that to do with us? Why have I woken from my sleep, knowing there’s a list of commitments tomorrow which I must be awake for and I’ve already said goodnight to my close people? And her voice is at a difficult pitch? Yet all of us in western nations really must see the sort of thing Burnham and Milliband et al have in mind? Really have in mind?
One of the most iniquitous bills in western parliamentsry history:
17. Military ballots for Biden
16. Russia and Europe
