RTFM: A QlockworQ Harangue

 

I must confess that although these folks are scarier and more dangerous than I'd care to admit, I do genuinely feel something, almost bordering on compassion, for them. Let me put it to you this way, as it cannot be expressed easily, but calls, I believe, for a modicum of circumscription, or indirection, if you will.

All of us, of a certain age, can remember when VCR technology burst forth upon the scene and we poor souls were thoroughly taken with the idea of enjoying Hollywood features in the comfort of our own dear little hovels. I was one such who became enamored of the gizmos and plunked down, after too little deliberation, a bit of scratch to become a lifetime member of one of my community's flourishing video rental outlets. A greater future, to be truthful, I couldn't espy.

One downside to that whole affair was the egregious infernal blinking of the 12:00 digital reminder of how bloody ignorant I, and a fair majority of my friends and relatives were; and that we all had, therefore, to suffer a haunting indignity for many years to come—as we became the brunt of jokes about this small disability which so often, and so cruelly, was pronounced by stand-up comedians and latenight talk-show hosts.

So there, in a nutshell, I lay before you the seeds of our current conundrum. Those elitists—and we know who we are—who have known what time it was and what to do with and about it for decades, now have to contend with the many of those poor folks who never have—and, probably, never will--

<Q>uite—get it.

Calumny in the Wing

Only a cruel, selfish, and cowardly person can find for Donald J. Trump an acquittal of his high crimes and misdemeanors. He gripped the fate of his nation in his angry maw; he tore at it; he shaked it wildly; he tried at once to swallow it whole while spitting it out. Given half a chance he will try again.

Those who fail to convict him; those who would unleash him to prey upon the people of this nation and the world, too, will be judged an existential threat.

Justice, therefore, shall prevail regardless of how they, in good conscience, or with none, choose to cast their vote.

Key: From That Other F. Scott

"Only it was too bad and very American that there should be all that waste at the top; and he felt that he would not live long enough to see it end, to see great seriousness in the same skin with great opportunity--to see the race achieve itself at last."

--F. Scott Fitzgerald, "Six of One--", 1932

There are these words . . .

The criminally negligent behavior of a minority of Americans has brought to the surface the truth of "We The People".

"We The People" are an immoral, dissolute, and reprobate conglomeration of incompetent individuals.

"We The People" are unable to govern ourselves, unwilling to recognize our flawed character, and incapable of saving ourselves from willful destruction.

For all our dead this truth little matters; for all the rest of us there are these words . . .

Happy Birthday

Charles William Keeperman

Who knew we both were nine

When last we heard such roar

Another shot heard 'round the world

America: Your Reality Check is in the Mail

While Congress dithers and the U.S. economy burns, many citizens are becoming anxious about the prospect of failing to get the 2020 Presidential Election results that they feel they deserve. This doesn’t worry me at all, because regardless of the outcome, I am confident that we will get exactly that which we deserve, and probably a lot more. I shall briefly explain why:

 

Whichever incompetent is declared the victor in this spectacularly farcical election year there can be no doubt that “We The People” have screwed ourselves into a corner from which there is no possibility of painless egress.

 

Out of our very own separate, but decidedly unequal dalliance with American Exceptionalism, we have emerged after all these crisis-ridden decades of carefree, careless governance, and pathetic public participation, into a nightmarish blind alley in which only the monstrous can survive, and even then, not for very long.

 

Quite ironically, we have lost our bearings in the material world. We have chosen, instead, to live and become moored to an alternate reality in which each of us is god-like and can manipulate our fate in the time it takes to render an uninformed opinion, or an irrational presumption to be self-represented as Gospel.

 

Blame it on, if you will, the Media, The Other, or the Bossa-Nova, it matters not—what matters is that as materialistic as we have become, as success-driven that we have become, that as proficient at acquisition that we have become, that we have lost, first our reverence, and at last our relevance, and thus our connection to both our spiritual, and perhaps more importantly, to our physical world.

 

Finally, It won’t be “Good-bye cruel world,” but quite the contrary, and that shall, indubitably, zoom home to us post-haste.

 

 

 

 

Sanchitta

 Thou grievest where no grief should be! thou speak'st

Words lacking wisdom! for the wise in heart

Mourn not for those that live, nor those that die.

Nor I, nor thou, nor any one of these,

Ever was not, nor ever will not be,

For ever and for ever afterwards.

All, that doth live, lives always! To man's frame

As there comes infancy and youth and age,

So come there raisings-up and laying down

Of other and of other life abodes,

Which the wise know, and fear not. This that irks--

Thy sense-life, thrilling to the elements---

Bringing thee heat and cold, sorrows and joys,

'Tis brief and mutable! Bear with it, Prince!

As the wise bear. The soul which is not moved,

The soul that with a strong and constant calm

Takes sorrow and takes joys indifferently,

Lives in the life undying! That which is

Can never cease to be; that which is not

Will not exist. To see this truth of both

Is theirs who part essence from accident,

Substance from shadow. Indestructible,

Learn thou! the Life is, spreading life through all;

It cannot anywhere, by any means,

Be anywise diminished, stayed, or changed.

But for these fleeting frames which it informs

With spirit deathless, endless, infinite,

Never the spirit was born; the spirit shall cease to be never

Never was time it was not; End and Beginning are dreams!

Birthless and deathless and changeless remaineth the spirit for ever;

Death hath not touched it at all, dead though the house of it seems!

---sayeth Krishna in Bhagavadgita