Closing by grafting. Next month, something small. Have been working the Double Knit Throw since Chanukah. Next month, swatches…
There are websites dedicated to hating women. Incels, involuntary celibates, think women should be punished for not giving up sex on deman. Seems time to read Of Men and Women: How to Be for Each Other by Pearl S. Buck.
The Rohingya in Bangladesh are being moved to a remote island that only emerger from the sea within the decade and is prone to flooding and cyclonic upheaval. Why is this allowed to happen? Bangladesh is sinking, losing land mass rapidly. Is this a reason to abuse people who have fled persecution and death and isolate them out to sea?
277,000 dead and the lame duck is concerned only with his ego. He did say he didn’t like losers, so I guess that means he really doesn’t like himself. Such a despicable individual, supported by people looking for a savior. I hate to think all of them are as despicable as he is; they are misled. There must be a way to reach them, to pull them away from the fringe. So many of us are lost.
Lies. Why do people want to believe lies?
Is California the most corrupt state in the union? I do wonder.
Who is looking out for consumers? Who is looking out for the rank and file of us? I never expected to see a worse version of the Great Depression. At least, at some point, there was a concerted government response. America is supposed to be the richest nation in the world, but money doesn’t translate into empathy, compassion, or care.
Why are we so up in arms about socialism when we outsourced all our good paying jobs to a communist country? Communism was the threat when I was younger, so imagine my surprise when I graduated from college to discover we were in debt to communist China. My country lists towards fascism now and no one seems up in arms about that.
Reading Pearl S. Buck I found a kindred spirit who believed American men did not like women. I have often expressed this notion and been thought mad. The basis of my thought is based in observations of reality and history of the relations between the sexes. We no longer value history, reality, or truth.
The American people have been abandoned by the government that is supposed to represent us. Trillions of dollars for corporations and donors, nothing for first line workers, general workers, any workers. We are being exploited while elected representatives go on living their lives as if our unemployment, sickness, and death is our fault. Suicides are surging along with infection rates. Doctors and nurses are in that number along with the working classes. We are all working classes if we cannot count ourselves among the donor class.
We truly are a failed state.
Farmers protest in India and Peru. The largest general strike in the world is happening in India. 250 million strong. Young people are losing the lives in Peru protesting for relief. We have protested here, but has anything changed? Is anything changing? The incoming administration will change nothing. More of the same only cloaked in incessant grinning and “decency”.
We are living through a pandemic that many people believe is a hoax. Millions are in danger of losing their homes. Millions are in danger of having insufficient food. Millions of young people face no future. Hundreds of thousands are dead, dying, ill, and suffering from sequelae of COVID.
Homelessness is spreading. Poverty is spreading. Hunger is spreading. Not even bread or circuses.
All these identity politics and word games. Over it. People need to recognize these tactics of division for what they are. We are all human beings and need to come together to recognize the other human beings, hiding behind corporatism and elitism, who view the people as commodities, to be bought and sold. Our primary identities are consumers when viewed from the corporate heights.
We haven’t been workers deserving of respect since the Air Traffic Controllers union was decimated. Workers have been decimated by trade agreements like NAFTA. Workers were sold out, and with the sellout took with it purchasing power. Worker dollars do not buy as much. Now we are unemployed by the pandemic, but our government offers no relief. The corporate elite view us as a failed market. They have no incentives to serve our needs because we have no money. No profit is possible.
The focus is on the vaccines, giving Big Pharma Tech oodles of bucks to create the vaccines and testing kits. There is profit.
ASEAN countries have come up with a trade pact that does not include US. The markets with money are in their countries. Imagine what your quality of life will be like when the pandemic is over and the country continues to produce nothing, has no jobs for the vast majority of the working population, and millions are evicted from their domiciles because they have no money.
Your primary identity is consumer. That identity is nearly dead. All these other divisive categories will be absolutely useless without money. We, the people, are useless to the corporate elites unless they see a way to generate profit. This is a fundamental contradiction of capitalism.
People are worth more locked up than they are idle at home. The idlers create a demand on the system, want support, need shoring up, need relief. If you get locked up, you generate money to keep the system running. You generate money for police, prisons, courts.
You better wake up to who the elite think you are, else we’re doomed.
Young people give me hope some days…
“Introduction: How is America still a place of Injustice?” by Amy Lee https://link.medium.com/VEis32Jc47
Bertolucci’s Pizza truck just went by, hawking pizza with carne asada for $4.99. Don’t you love the industry? Making money in the pandemic.
Do you know we have a knife sharpener man? He whistles. He sharpened my mezza luna.
We used to have a fruits and vegetables man. He worked from his well-stocked truck with his wife and sometimes one or the other of his children. He always had the best cacahuates, roasted plain, no salt.
The tamale lady comes early in the mornings of a weekend, but lately she doesn’t come as regularly as before.
Before school, there are ladies on the way to who sell hot champurrados, tamales, all sorts.
There are a couple of traditional, diesel-powered ice-cream trucks that I really want to dismantle because they are selling some really horrible ersatz.
There’s a paleta man, a couple of corn sellers, the bicycle rider with the some stuff I don’t even know what it is.
They all come through with varying degrees of PPE, at least a mask.
Long live our tradition of street vending.
At 74 years + I have rowed that boat a damn long way, and I am nearing the end of my journey…..I rowed through childhood in a Chicago Ghetto, you know that place, it was called “Mother Cabrini projects”, then I rowed my way through a Catholic Orphanage, a few years of that and I […]Rowing my boat through Life; — alaskaman.org
Here is a story from a wonderful spirit in Alaska. Do read and savor.
Don’t go for a run in Georgia. Don’t try to enforce masking rules and laws. Don’t respect your neighbor’s legitimate fear of infection and go right ahead and wipe your nose on them or spit on them. This is what I’m seeing.
Sick people are processing the meat some people desperately want. We have no decent information about this virus, which seems to have mutated and become more virulent while it has the ability to hide in plain sight in asymptomatic people. If the virus could jump from meat to humans just through exposure, not consumption, might it have the ability to jump from asymptomatic meat handlers into the meat? The virus does not like warm, moist environments. Could it possibly like cold, raw meat? I don’t know about you, but I’m going meatless unless I know for certain where the meat was processed. I loved Peculiar, Missouri. There were meat processors in the rurals who hunted, slaughtered, and dressed all the meats they sold. They catered to the exotic selling squirrel, opossum, and chitterlings! Of course, I didn’t eat these meats, but it was interesting to know there were some people who still possessed the skills to get their own meat independent of the corporate processors.
I want to see the sick people get care. I want to see them get food and shelter for themselves and their families. I want to see corporations place people before profits.
I believe I’m gonna go blind.
This is a fascinating time. La Peste taught me that you do not go back to normal before the virus has been eliminated. I liked that book because it really did suggest how to get through a pandemic. Keep busy. Do something for someone else. Reflect on yourself and make yourself better.
I said at the beginning of this stay-at-home interval that Americans have no discipline and they are proving me correct. Ramadan is a discipline as well as a requirement of Islam. Military service will instill discipline, but who wants to serve under the Orange Menace?
Can you believe this government that does not want to have the people access safety-net benefits? Employers do not want to pay unemployment benefits. That’s why the big push to “reopen the economy.” Codswallop. Cheapskates.
Have you gotten the idea that our government does not give a rap about any of us? Have you gotten the idea that those muckety mucks who want their mani-pedis and haircuts and other frou frou perks just want to be catered to at the expense of the working classes? Working classes better wake up and rise up, else we’ll all be dead.
Every time I read the Qur’an I learn something new or read something new. My Qur’an has many notes of commentary, appendices, and a copious index. It is very easy to get lost in the commentary and get behind in my daily portion reading.
Hope you are all coping as well as you can. May you avoid infection.
Finally gave up on Twitter. I don’t want to feel uncharitable, but the whiny bunch has fair gotten on my last nerve with their whinging about wipes, hoarding toilet paper, frantic because they can’t find those hideous disposable diapers, and being photographed without makeup. Fatuous.
Twitter is the platform of the Hate Yam. That alone is reason enough to leave. He says some of the most hideous things and never once has had his account suspended. They constantly retweet his horrible behaviors and words, all in the name of complaining.
Then, there is the whole Vote Blue No Matter Who fascism. I wouldn’t vote for the Hate Yam, a thing credibly accused of sexual misconduct on many fronts. I wouldn’t vote for Biden because of his record and because he, too, has been credibly accused of sexual misconduct. We need a better choice of candidates. We need a system that consists of more than two parties. It only takes one party, as we see, to make the system dysfunctional.
The government signed our debt warrants the other day. This is the third bill passed. The National Debt is $25T and climbing.
I call bullshit.
I found the new Phryne Fisher movie on AcornTV through Prime Video. I confess a great fondness for the adventures of Phryne and Detective Inspector Jack Robinson. Phryne has a very healthy sexual appetite, uses a diaphragm, flies a plane, is polyglot, dances tango, has a diverse set of friends, and always looks like she just stepped out of a band box even after being pulled from quicksand! I adore Phryne. I can watch her for no additional charge for 30 days. I’m going to enjoy myself some more for my birthday.
Birthdays are to be celebrated for an entire month. They should be danced in and danced out, as with death. There must always be dancing.
Reading a most hideous book by Willie Faulkner, who was a dark and dirty guy! Jeez, Sanctuary is a wreck of a story. Good competition for reality.
Got some beautiful cotton yarn today. I imagined I’d make myself a blanket, but maybe a dress or skirt.
Actually had a really positive time on Twitter. Lots of fun watching people think Patrick of TX should fuck off or lead the way to the gas chambers because he thinks seniors, grandparents should be willing to die for the Dow. What a putz.
Then, there’s the Hate Yam and his ill-advised and ill-considered desire to get the economy rolling again. He cares not a whit for anyone, ya know it? He seems to be running scared. I want to see the showdown between him and the States if he tries to override the lockdowns to send people back to work, vulnerable to the virus.
Have you seen what has to be done to try and treat the pneumonia that results from the virus infiltrating the lungs? Haven’t worked in hospital in a long time, so I was fascinated with the gear that looks like a bubble, placed over the head of the patient, pumped with O2, to attempt to equalize the pressure in the lungs. I read something that said just before things really go south, patients bring up a pink froth or foam. That’s bubbling up from the infiltrated lungs. Next comes high fever, then unconsciousness. I couldn’t unsee that post, though I tried.
The day started off particularly well when I saw people proposing a general strike if the Hate Yam wanted to send people back to work against the advice of public health medical professionals. He must be unfamiliar with the 1918 Spanish Flu. That spread because people refused to follow admonitions from public health officials to not gather in crowds. The people had a parade to welcome the returning soldiers home. The rest is history.
I found I, Claudius on AcornTV. This is my last bit of advertising. I love I, Claudius as much, or more, than I do Phryne, but for different reasons. I don’t watch much television because I can’t stand the commercials. Always selling crazy sounding drugs for ailments they try to convince you you have. Ridiculous. But there are movies and documentaries, theatrical productions, and music that I can access through a tv, and I’m grateful for the entertainment and company sans commercials.
A little reading, a little social media, a little creative craft planning, new yarn, and I am well.
Thanks for reading. Hope you had a good day, too.