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Out of Transcend-O-Ray

Somewhere someone has a complete collection of these newsletters I published in 1981 from Fort Lauderdale, as I worked the line for Business Air Center.
This is what I published as editions of about 30 per issue. I’ve been rewriting for my book of stories and essays.
I had trouble going through with the rewrite, so I tried to draw and paint a picture cartoon of the Transcend-O-Ray, and that failed. Then I saw the marbles in a bag, and put them in an old milk bottle and glued a water nozzle in the pour to close it, and it looks a little like what the vision looked like.
Next time I’ll use a more varied bunch of marbles. If I can get them in a custom blown glass perfect oval, that will be closer.

It was right after Nike` and I moved to Rochester and I was working at the paper warehouse for Scantoms. They called it the Jobbing Warehouse. I got a job there the first day in Rochester I went looking for a job.
It was the most boring job I ever had in my life.
I guess I was a modern age industrial freak. I worked with dusty boxes of blank paper.
At night I was getting the best loving of my life. We didn’t have any friends and we didn’t have any pot.
About three weeks into this insanity of boredom and bliss, I saw it.
I was in the back of the ware house lifting these 30 pound boxes of bond off of a pallet onto a shelf, and it was hot, and I was twenty, and it was 1972, and the foreman was walking around with his arms stiff wide apart, and the two old German passports were wrapping packages and bitching, and the moron tough from Mt. Morris picked pens and pencils: and I saw it.
Right before my open eyes I saw what I now call Transcend-O-Ray. It is the intelligent ray, the photon with the answers. The answer to the question, “How will I ever see the other people with eyes in the universe?”
I guess it is like, “How will I see God without dying?”

That is word for word what I wrote about it in 1981. By now, 2014 it is the nation, model nation, of Transcendia, for I used the vision as a touchstone searching for how to create a nation that would help to prevent the apocalyptic riot.
A KKK Black riot is much feared in Fergeson, MO, any day now. If we wanted to have a good go of it and end the Civil War, show that the US is one, of Blacks and Whites we would be happy to celebrate with the knocking over of all the KKK monuments.
I’d see it as cathartic.
These monuments are tantamount to Hitler statues in Germany, far as I am concerned.
How do you see them? What exact good excuse is there for them? Some black sharecropper, or progressive was pretty much murdered every time one was put up.
There are said to have been 3,900 lynchings of Blacks from during the Jim Crow era when these things went up, on through 1968. There are about 1,600, 1,700 murders of progressive Whites murdered during the same period.
Because the papers were owned by the racists it is pretty difficult to match the murders with the monuments. I tried from the list I got from Tuskeegee, and couldn’t.
I suspect it is about impossible.
“History is written by the victors.” I’m not sure who, if any individual actually can be credited for saying this, but it is certainly true.
Some say we ought to honor the sacrifice of the Confederate soldiers, but I say that we shouldn’t at all. I say that ought to be the point, that if you sacrifice your life in the service of trash ideals, you don’t get a monument put up to your memory, and that it is time now to see these monuments to the soldiers and leaders of the Confederate States of America for what they are, an insidious affront to the professed US American ideals of equality for all, justice for all.
There is no justification for the monuments to be in town squares in States of the Union. They are an affront to the Union soldiers who did sacrifice for a just cause.
As long as throughout the former states of the CSA, these monuments stand, there really is no way to see the United States as united.

the disappearing letter

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It is only since July that the Passports were published and became viewable, or own able.

Warhol was pointed to as in movies going through the progressive history of film, from Empire State Building to the Morriessy things with titles and some sort of classic unity to the story.

When I chose the path of an independent scholar and independent artist, in concentrations on the tools via Audio Visual Technology for the arts, and (TV) which can have its art, somehow, undiscovered yet, but known, it just goes on and on as one big picture show fireplace, best description of TV land, and what it is, is of it as a fireplace.
The thing does live like a monster fire drawing the eye the way a fireplace does, and serves the same purpose.

Sometimes we can narrate the old shows.

This wasn’t original with me for long ago I wrote a column about it as Grandma or Grandpa replaced, though Grandma and Grandpa were for some safe in their homes around the hearth, a narration.

With the last temporary wife who I trusted over the issues of what I would get for the work I did with her on the house, about like a dowery, her son was mean to my daughter and she was a witch, and my thing Transcendia wasn’t what she wanted same as another told me to fuck myself in outer space, by myself.

Who said, “I want a vacuum where you are?”

We like me, wanted to be Elon Musk, so more power to him. Guys like us were locked out by piss tests, but I know how to fly, and am missing it now as I get better.

It is lonely and depressing to go to an airport with 5 planes on it only.
If in NC there is a show of unethical academic behavior in its standards applied to the Football players, I judge that it is way more significant the lessons they teach when they are in positions of public infrastructure, normally understood by town and county and state as of powerful benefit to the entire spectrum.

I was a Line Dog Ramp Rat, and while I will never be an airline pilot, I can be a perfectly competent private pilot, and never ever need “counseling”.

Is it all about the South and the North, the Union against the South, hardly remembered as the CSA. They will show you some belt buckles.

Banking of the slaves was ended by that war, and the South has never been rich again.

The guy said on the Twitter clip from Vimeo, Slavery is just another form of labor, though it, as of the Slave State, affects all normal human interactions between all of the people, with proscribed rules governing all interactions, from the most intimate, to those most civic.

The voice of the slave is wiped out. Around here it is known for making nice furniture, and they by being allowed to live in the big house.

I am labor, and working class, and now to imagine my studies of governance to lead and allow leadership of a nation produce the currency for labor, that for my people, my nation, need freedom and deserve freedom as much as these elites, of the Ivory Tower, and business.

What did these people who buy the CSA do? What sort of work did they do to feel so separate from labor? I worked a commercial about South Carolina’s Redneck Rivera, Myrtle Beach and went to the Alabama Theater and saw a comic Yacking up all these policies that you would think the white working classes would be for, but hated.

Where it is rich for someone like I saw, a Ravenal, my Confirmation teacher was Kitty Ravenal, so I have difficulty remembering that dissipated boy of cocaine and Charleston.
I met you know, that Mark Sandford guy on the set of a commercial for him I worked as an electric I think.
I was amazed at how empty he seemed, and told him to read Classic Readings in International Relations.

John Edwards, who must be something about NC built a house about 5 miles where I built the barn house. She said she lost money on it.
The last Golden Rule business partnership I heard the same bullshit. It is the one having to do with the store on the site for the Xmas Tree Wall Stickers.

I never priced it out to lose money, adding profit and handling to the numbers in one of my notebooks, or on a legal pad. I swear it’s here somewhere.

It is about nice to have a bureaucratically issued and framed license for businesses, and whatever the deal they represent is ought to be there with it.

I read the Mission Statement for the FCC yesterday. It is pretty goddamned murky if you ask me. The Mission Statement and the Statement of “Vision”, don’t ring in your ears as any great aspirations, or excitement of any Vision, to me.

-All on this sort of gray blue background.

That house on 100 acres John Edwards built, I never saw it. I saw the entrance. I think Edwards might have had me spied on. Videotape was taken in a camera from a flight Craig had videotaped of us on the engagement present. I’d had some correspondence pro pot, and then a patrol car was parked by my apartment and the video camera stolen, when there were other things.

It’s going to be even greater real estate in 70 years when the ocean is likely up 39 inches.

So the story was from Edwards he was self made, as making himself an attorney that won some big malpractice cases, and why the Gary Hart game?

These people that waste their office hurt us.

There was Colin Powell’s son up in that last, and that sort of thing is worse with Biden’s son going to a murky role with a murky gas company in fucked up Ukraine, of which where my Sub Captains Uniform came from Ken, in a most tightly packed, best box packed I’ve ever seen, with two thick burn your ass up coats, and this awesome huge hat.

(The thing with Biden looks like a fantastic opportunity for the GRU and FSB of Russia, for any e mail will be carrier, and the position of the VP traditionally in charge of the US Space Program, would imply all that communication will be accessible, and if in fact it was a software failure for US based rocketry, one using an old, old Russian closed loop engine, I’d have strong reason to see who benefited from US Rocket Company disasters.)

Meritocracy is a big deal, and the world is stratified into the wage slaves and the connected, and of course you need to live in the biggest metros downtown to end up running things, and being on the TV shown talking about how you are running things.

I looked at what it would cost for me to present and have read my books, and other productions, Soes I could get some academic credentials so I’d be worthy of correspondence.

Empire State was on the same street in Rochester New York, as Visual Studies Workshop, and I’d stop in there and visit with Tanya Weinberger who smoked English Ovals I might bum off her and visit.
I saw all Nathan Lyons Japanese tour photographs there all tacked on the wall in small 5 by 7s I seem to remember.
But I started this letter out, not like a Working Class Corner, but to consider my relationships from afar with other writers, like Russell Banks, who I wanted and still want to allow me to direct Continental Drift, his novel that defines the era of my life and feeling of America, as one a life of wasted morality and failed courage.

I figured it would cost about 5 grand for me to pay for an Independent Study approved degree, where like really you a paying for someone to read your papers.

There is a great cynicism, basing the mental landscape now after one myth after the other is trashed and we live in a present of betrayal and servitude.

Wage Slavery does have at least the advantage of a wage, and the boss can’t legally whip you to become more efficient.

I think I got pissed off and told the heroic, working class Russell Banks, great writers knew more than one disease, thinking of James Jones masterpieces wherein as in Some Came Running, people hide what symptoms of illnesses they have, till the disease can’t be stopped.

Affliction was lightweight for him, but Hollywood made it instead of Continental Drift.

It is a sin that Continental Drift hasn’t been “brought to the screen” as they used to say.
Len Deighton sent me fine note. Arron answered for his father, the great Emmanuel Litvinoff, and alerted me when his father died. The trilogy Death out of Season, Blood on the Snow, and The Face of Terror are historical fiction at it’s most accomplished and a great literary accomplishment aside from imparting a sense of a people, as you can ever expect from any author.

I wrote to the people that wrote The Collapse of Western Civilization suggesting they assumed the stability of the petrodollar too much, though I know few of us can think of everything that might happen in speculative fiction, which is more of how I labeled this than Science Fiction.
Science Fiction is more Speculative Fiction in this day and age, except for wide swaths who are more comfortable with talking bunnies.

I got a dismissive letter back from the publisher having to do with the writers wanting to start a discussion, for which I rejoined, if that was the point, than what I wrote was in that spirit of the discussion, and I hoped, as I had hoped in the way obviously the damn thing was titled and written for that discussion to take place around what I offered as a way out, the connecting the values of the ethical humanist to the value of the money through the vehicle of Whole Life Insurance policies for all the citizens, which would in turn change the paradigm that is part of the Petrodollar, war for dollars.

Somebody has already accused me of communism.

The great short story writer, what’s his name, Jim Shepard made me wonder if the bridge from someone like myself, going through all the discipline of Writing as Warhol did with Filmmaking, as opposed to someone like my first tempory wife’s father, with his book about Thomas Ottway, and pipe, and friends with pipes, and sneering about the man who was rich from shredding for pulp, books.

My poems infuriated him and he hated me for his daughter. Took her to Dallas, so I was alone a Christmas, one of my first so alone, till I picked up the Reflexologist waitress in the little Ratso’s restaurant Xmas Eve, yeah.

I found a 20 dollar bill in the slush, one of two times I’ve been broke and down and found cash on the step surface.

So, so for something I wrote, postcard, to Mr. Shepard, from him I got this semi confusing “Stop”, so for championing his work, and sharing the incase notice of The Revolutionary, it was painful.

In Light in August there is the lady who has menopause so Popeye slits her throat? No that’s Sanctuary, right.

In Light in August it is the woman who walks the dirt roads, and just walks, and walks.

End of Three Soldiers by Dos Passos pages fly out the window when he is caught for a deserter from the trenches.

Sent Ed Baptist the Passport.
Asked for support.

What would work on Mars?
Trapped and lost are the two worst of conditions at the same time, made more horrific when you are being tortured to pick cotton.
There will be no cotton to pick on Mars. What will it really be like to be trapped on the place with a million?
I think Mr. Musk could get some crews up there.

Time is running out.

I carry a compass for some reason, as if any moment I’ll need it to know what direction to take.

If the best I can get is a handshake deal, I guess it is the best possible, and better than nothing, but my life is strewn with these moments and years of trust in others in a life where ambitions are part of me.

They say it is best to live with low expectations.
There are lots of them, and some in majority more even in some places.

In the tribe, it is understood that you don’t do things that prevent the life of the tribe to go on.

So if you cynically understand but still vote for the Keystone Pipeline, you become one of the traitors to the lives of the tribes.
There are renewable resources in reality cheaper than oil sands. Only the selling out of the people can be the explanation.

“You make as many enemies doing the right thing, as you do, doing the wrong thing, so why not do the right thing.”

Italian Political Consultant.

P.S. I am likely to rewrite this piece again tomorrow. 11/14/2014

Dancer

Dancer

My Purse

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My wife started buying me a certain sort of pants, like sweatpants since I have been ill. I had a case where I couldn’t get my zipper and waist buttons done while people wanted in the bathroom at a restaurant dinner.
They don’t accommodate belts.
For some years I have been either in the hospital, or recovering from surgeries, and if it hadn’t been for powerful pain medications, there is no way I could have survived.
So I have pants that don’t have pockets.
I’ve started bit by bit to be capable of leaving the house, a little more. When I could drink I was more of an extrovert, but if I drink now I throw up.
I sometimes miss the numbing and buzz of measured beer. Neither to get drunk or be sober was the aim. I see nothing wrong with self medicating.
The thing about drinking buddies in the is that the majority are no more than that. I was sitting at the bar some years ago and came home to tell my wife it was disconcerting that 3 out of 5 at the bar weren’t any longer allowed to drive.
If I got drunk, I called my wife, or I walked. Getting caught on a DUI is pretty bad news for the rest of your life anymore. I long had a commercial license, and once was forced to blow over in Mebane, and was legal for my commercial license, 04.
They still threatened me with arrest, were depressed they hadn’t caught another fish, where it was no more than a rain blind turn around the wrong side of the traffic island.
Other day now I went to the store and was getting out when two guys approached me wanting a bit more money. One came on talking to me like I was a yard dog to be soothed into dropping its guard. The other got to the other side and was peering at the front seat.
I felt week, and got me and my purse in the car to ride in a circle back to the store door.
Where is my pepper spray?
I can’t fight anymore. I thought about going horseback riding but remembered the wrong jar to my neck and I’m paralyzed from the neck down.
For years I’ve had two shoulder bags. One is one like you could get from the tiny notice on the original Transcendia.org that takes you to the store of things with the flag on them. The yellow laptop and files bag, is excellent for larger needs.
The thing I am using as my new purse, has a couple of front pockets, I’ve learned to put the money and keys in. Those Armani purses that cost thousands, I wonder what they are like inside. There were some on the market that glowed inside from phosphors, that look practical.

My Political Goals

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Voted the day ago. Looked at some of the results. The boggling Republican CSA power can’t be real. Mitch McConnel spouting off crush government and stop spending as if he meant on stupidities, but really means an all out assault on the suckers who gave him the powers he gets to stop infrastructure spending that would put people to work, stop the post office, a reason to have real love for your nation, our post office operations have been fantastic in our world.
Now we hear that they are opening all our snail mail too. I think to get a role of strapping tape and wrap all my mail in it, as did the OSS founder, Bill Donovan.
Over in Hungary there is a new dictator who forced the closure of any competing television and dominated the TV, so he got all the votes, like Parliament putting Hitler in power. A certain kind of corruption. Journalists are put out of work if they write anything that displeases the new dictator.

In the world there are so many assaults on the working class, and peace, and civilization, as a place to smile. That bar that from you can have a beer in Grand Central Station sort of thing. I had a beer out on a balcony up high at a nice place in Toronto and looked along an Ave seeing a sight of gleaming skyscrapers. I had some urban awe and peace for the moment.

Alone.

But okay, just buy the TV news and you get elected. Where is the critical thought, the name of the place I wrote a couple of columns in as we came upon another election whereupon the working classes will wonder again what hit them.

It must have been strategic of Obama an the Democrats to have passed a healthcare law that in the CSA State of NC would cost us the amount we couldn’t pay before this, and can’t afford to pay now.

I asked the manager at the bank today if they would buy art from me from my upcoming show. They have a policy of not buying art and have what they have from the prior bank they bought the building from.

Having been in the back offices of the Chase Manhattan? Bank, an Industrial Film, Video, Things shot on beta. The art in the offices is investment art. My wife says what do I expect, this isn’t NYC. Art isn’t considered something you pay for.

When I asked that artists of Chapel Hill and the area besides myself have some stuff up in the little FBO for sale, maybe in a converted container, or hangar to show and sell, the answer was the university wouldn’t allow it because “Someone would make money.”

The best way to wrest the Local Community Airport from the University, and their unethical elitism they can’t even see as an ethical breach is to move it to Eubanks where the Landfill is and was.

I am for everybody being able to make some money from the port. ‘t the control and management of my class, and all classes in most of fact, for a reputable bank based at an airport will do a fine business as times advance. This will be true more of the coast and ILM, than Horace Williams, but it is surprising the variety of businesses that will thrive at any airport.

I’ve read of Sally Greene’s downtown revitalization as to showcase the local artists, something like the SoHo thing where people brought up the neighborhood to where they were priced out.

It is difficult for me to gracefully accept these sorts of insults.

Truth is the Target

My Arsenal, Marker on panel fixed about 24′ by 32′. or Truth is the Target

How to Read this Site

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Click on my name Russell Scott Day, and you can scroll through posts. Otherwise you just see latest.
The site is connected and a combination of the old and the new, for Transcendia.org was the original website that was then made into a database driven site to eliminate webmaster involvement, and simply allowed me to make posts.
This site, with the wordpress there on the end of the address, was made to support the store that was to sell the Xtree Wall Stickers. A paypal link was created so if you ordered a Wall Sticker it showed up on my wife’s phone then prompting communications with the photo g’s office and the printer, or just the printer.
Originally it was just set up to have orders go to the photographer from an Amazon listing who invested in mailing tubes, and was friends with the printer.
Last couple of years, we here, my wife and I never saw any orders, and they apparently continued to be received through the Amazon conduit, we filled and sent out.
The photographer did not communicate with me whenever this happened, other than to complain a few times. That was the reason for the creation of this, the Transcendia.org/wordpress option, which I liked because I could add photographs to it.
Still I am undercapitalized, you might say.
I had wanted to just pay a photographer, have the stock made to a warehouse able amount, advertise in urban metro markets with a cheap TV ad showing the delightful convenience of a Xtree Wall Sticker, I was calling Clings there for awhile, till now we have more competition.
Xmas trees that are real, and Xmas trees that are Artificial, together make up a 2 billion a year retail market.
There isn’t, other than the Xmas Tree Wall Sticker much of an alternative, and the Xmas Wall Sticker was made to compete in that market, and especially appeal to urban dwellers with little space for set up, of the real tree, or the artificial tree.
Okay, Your girlfriend you live with wants a real tree? Your wife and kids want you to hire a cab and load a tree and fight your way up the stairs with the damn thing.
It’s a fire hazard.
The artificial tree takes up in storage the space you would better use for a vampire coffin.
You want a really cool one made from canvas, with lights embedded? Fine, how much you want to pay?
I don’t know how the photographer, who wasn’t really clear with me on how he lost money, lost money, because I added things up, and added a profit margin and the shipping was separate.
The printer, hung up on me last time I was trying to plumb out and get the product made right. When it was first made I was in the hospital, and there is video of that, since I put it up and took it down in my hospital room.
Stuck really well to the wall, and because contrary to my instructions, the printer did the cut out around the limbs so that the thing at the tip folded up on itself with this glue and vinyl designed for the sides of trucks was a real bitch to unstick, allowing you, the customer to take it off the wall and reuse it for 20 years.
Okay, it is eco friendly, right?
I’m undercapitalized.
I found the photographer in my Facebook account, and called him up and asked him if he wanted to work with me on it, and he recognized the potential, and I went over there and directed it.
I tried hard to get ahold of John Waters, and make a fucked up kitschy tree like cause he is big with 25 cent Xmas.
I couldn’t get through.
“I had his contact info in three computers back.”, was what one guy told me. The DGA had a talent rep shunt where I ended up with a rude guy, who might as well have said “Fuck off”.
The big one, what is it? 3.5 by 5, something, I got to look, well my sister had trouble finding room on the wall.
We made up small cheery ones for all sizes left to put these things up so you will declare you are Xmas cheery.
Weird how you can’t tell if there are enough Xmas movies or not, and mostly not, because all through the season they show horror movies.
Few horror movies, with the exception of “The Shining” are worth watching. “The Shining” is now a real classic Xmas movie if you ask me.
They show it repeatedly during the Xmas season.
I have a Red Ryder BB rifle, myself. It’s great.

About the Store

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It was a mistake for me to put the Xtree project Store here. I am not sure what to do with and or about it.
The fine photographer I did a handshake Golden Rule deal with to accomplish the idea, had indicated he didn’t like paying the freight on the Amazon sales venue.
So I made the store, and put it here.
I would have been better I judge now, to have made it entirely a stand alone store.
Well it is a live and learn thing you know.

The business of Xmas trees real and artificial is a 2 billion a year international business, with no real competition in-between real trees and artificial trees, which come in big boxes nobody hardly I knew in NYC had room to store. Carrying a real tree or a huge box up stairs in the Cities is a real pain in the ass.

The 3 by 4.5 poster of a tree then seems to find no wall space that big in the urban home either, so I had smaller versions made.

Want to buy the store?

I started work on it in 2008, and sure do know lots more now than I did then.

I’m not going to lie to you, it hasn’t made any money.

The season for buying these posters is on me at the end of October.

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This morning my wife told me she was excited by the prospect of my art show. I make art, as photographs, and I paint.
Transcendia is the work of conceptual art, as I understood conceptual art.
A few more than that years ago in 2006 I had a show of some big cartoons I made, and Drift, which was more like a real painting done wet on wet.
The more I attempted to do things right, the worse things got. Now at least I know enough to be absolutely terrible and then work back to good.
I used to say that if you want detail from me, here is a photograph. Oh yeah, Frozen Decisive Moment!
For a long time I was with Cartre Bresson and would never crop. Then after a long time of not having a camera I cut photo snapshots up and glued them on pieces of poster board and made all these cards.
Lots of what I know I learned in the streets. The grip truck had 19 C stands, and two 9 lights and I started with 4 K HMIs and it was the age of yellow film.
Bastard amber was put all over all the lights back in the late ’80s.
HMI’s got bigger and bigger and I last worked with a row of 18Ks which draw about 180 amps as you round up 10 amps per 100. Your coffee maker and hair dryer draw that sort of power, which is quite a bit. I’ve seen whole homes that ran off 50 amps.
Strength, wisdom, beauty, and humor are what I try and get into the frame.
There in that frame is the hope of perfection.

Unguarded Grid Point

All stations at wartime means a real man at the Grid Transfers at the bull switch.

Nothing Doing

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There was a comic. I can almost get his name. He was a short fat guy with a round face and a big nose. He, like the rest of them, did the Ed Sullivan Show. I think he had some part in the movie It’s a Wild Wild World. They put them all in that movie. Jimmy Durante kicked it off dying in the desert.
What he did was go and apply for jobs he would never get during the day to get material for his act. I admire that. I ought not have taken any job ever offered.
Forklift driving was fun with the electric that didn’t shake itself all apart. I ought not have had any fun doing anything. I ought not have drank to loud jukeboxes and smiled at girls. One old friend hated it that I was happy.
My brother sneered at me about doing what I wanted.
My father said he didn’t like my sense of humor because it always meant something.
“Big deal, you don’t have one.”

When we were talking amongst ourselves as engineers about Haiti, shipping containers came up as possible to convert at the port docks and drag up the hills with chains and tractors to put on the hills tied down with steel rope and concrete filled tires in the ground. Sand and chlorine could be run from the fly tent top into drums for water.
There were things that could be done fast and cheap.

Corruption was so great in the place it wasn’t possible.
They are getting solar powered streetlights and some American Airlines stations at the airports. Airports are being built.

It wouldn’t have been so bad if the French hadn’t extorted all their trees with blockades and threats. For a long time I just thought there was some cultural difficulty that had denuded their part of the island. Mali is another place the French left that isn’t so great.

I was intrigued by this component building. They are using it more and more in NYC. They say it is 15 percent less expensive, but a crane built building goes up in nothing flat and starts generating profits from rents and leases much more quickly.

Not many problems have solutions that are fast and cheap and strong. That’s something you might call elegant.

I’ve tried to make it happen around here where I live, where there is a housing crisis. I even went to the trouble to ask for help. The refusal of help on the idea of doing modular building here isn’t particularly surprising.
I can’t work much. I’m sick. I might get bad more poor than I am.
Best I could do was assemble the materials and make a system. Best I might have done would be to get a factory to locate here.
I recommended they solicit for an established company.

Some workers might have a good time working in the factory, make friends with the factory girls.

It’s been a long time since I invented the Labor Service Research and Development company. I’d had all these jobs no one could do. Temporary jobs are many times just too stupid to be done. The system will be out of order, or like in one case, when the finished product of carpet pads came to the end of the line, we were forced to push it up an incline, instead of let gravity help.

Some people haven’t figured gravity out.

I offered the concept twice to the university. I had it formalized looking like a business plan, though my business plan was flawed by my misperception that the concepts for the business would matter more than the people, like me. Reversed it reads okay.
I am incredible, or was.

Exoskeletons for the last stage of sheetrock delivery would save time and disability. They like them at DARPA for loading tank shells.

Some sleazy whore joes from Millennium Capital Quest ran me around on that. All the time they were picking on the Business Plan, or like often in my life, one guy liked it and the other didn’t.

YuK Yuks in Toronto was like that when I did stand-up being asked back for a rejection. David Letterman’s people did that too. I sort of gave it up after that. I might be able to pull off 45 minutes now. I might be really kidding myself too.

It took a lot out of me to drag myself to Town Hall to say, “I want to build with shipping containers.” , “I need your help building with containers.”

No wonder the practiced with deep pockets and access to all the money on Wall Street are just going to build whatever they want, and fuck you if you want some poor doors. Have some poor door apartments. Go beg for rooms for the poor.

The local county HUD guy says 600 families get voucher assistance. It made my original ideas of building one, or two, and then 6 units seem too small an effort. I put together numbers for 260 units to make for 878 thousand dollars that all sold would realize 1.2 million.

I’ve looked at satellite pictures of the land. There are places to stack them up. The University Town, county, is a city. The poverty rate is 16 percent or higher. Silent Sam is the CSA KKK statue on the campus. The business school teaches that Aerotopolis is the future wherever it is allowed. The local airport manager is paid a third of the going rate. The other employees get 3 dollars less than at the other local airports. Looks like what they teach is how people can be manipulated and enslaved.

Lots of the times things are just what they look like.

You would think that it would be obvious that keeping 16 percent of your population poor is a recipe for a multiplicity of diseases. I read a public health report that added up the numbers of TB and Aids encouraged by the NYC budget cuts in services engineered in the ’70s through on for a couple of few decades.

Working people and the young are driven off the island now.

Lots of the people there pay half what they make to the landlord. The banks are landlords again more than they ever were. The guys from Jackass had the right idea.

Robot is the Chech word for worker.
War is for looting the riches of the enemy.
Corruption and War, keep people war, and in NC and the rest of the CSA states, the CSA is risen again and getting paychecks of 370 thousand or 170 thousand for life to make a wreckage of the workers paradise that Detroit was.

Sometime in the early ’70s I went to Detroit and I and my friend stood in a long line for a long time thinking at first that it had to be a line for the employment office. Turned out to be a methadone clinic. Regular as clockwork every 10 years comes the heroin epidemic. People spend the rest of their whole lives staying off heroin.

“We shared powerful stuff, powerful spiritual stuff in the meeting.” It was powerful.

My pamphlet I read about the drugs in the late ’60s still said relatively benign things about cocaine.
Dick Gregory says that in America the power structure is always looking for more Indians to kill or put on the reservation. No More Lies was that book. Still stands up pretty well today.

You don’t make much money delivering newspapers and grown ups mow lawns now. Whole cadres of Mexicans go through apartment complexes and the rich neighborhoods attending to the poisonous lawns. All the bees are being poisoned by nicotiodides sucked into the roots.

Mr. Musk on Mars in a glass lined cave will be King and King to the place to lead some sort of engineers heaven. Maybe there will be a parliament. What if some unsocialized aficionado of pure individualism and anarchy punches a hole in the wall?

The power of anarchists coming out of the Belle Epoch when 6 heads of state were murdered doesn’t make anarchy look so great with robot killings of WWI. The Great Men make the world someplace worth living with a clean vision of triumph over the environment. The environment includes the mob with pitchforks. Loudest man screaming monster stabs holes in the landed balloon. You need jet escorts for food delivering lumbering good weather blimps. Some witch doctor will tell the ignorant mob it is there to deliver poisoned food.
Some add it up and figure when all the bridges fall down their flying car will be the ticket.

Locally the Duchy is a proper Ayn Rand enclave. There are those who hardly touch the ground. Before airplanes they had train cars to themselves.

There was Paris. After reading The Big Money, all of USA, I drank Courvosia, for a couple of months. I had one of the sweetest girls in the world. My wife now of 14? these years is sweet to me. I owe her my life and try even to just make the world a better safer cleaner smarter place for her.

There really wasn’t anything in it for me to drag myself to Town Hall and say if they put together a factory to build living and working spaces here in the small town they would solve the problem of not enough decent stable housing for the poor, and create some jobs to boot.

600 families living in insecurity means there are children who early never will feel settled or secure and knowing that without money they will be crushed. Some will go off to the army where they will have the opportunity to kill other poor people whose goals will and are to get security for their kind.

It is a per capita madness in my experience. When I was living in the East Village some guy had been feeding his dead girlfriends flesh like bologna sandwiches to the rat invested tent town of bum vets and plain beggars in the park, and in Hillsborugh NC tufts of hair and flesh were found in some guys microwave.

All the drug dealers of the inner cities on down through South America will be wiped out and the banks will make it all legal for the white folks.

When it gets all like Las Vegas everywhere Atlantic City managed for the insider crooks Mr. Musk will have his colonists to follow him to Mars. It is his plan. Electric cars won’t make much difference. All the gas Fracked will have ruined every water table where the sea hasn’t made Miami fall down thirsty.

Well, we a due for a pandemic. I should read The Plague again. Camus couldn’t imagine in that the rampage grabbing up of bloodied ebola sheets of the dead as happened in Liberia. The mobs live waiting for the Dumbass with conviction and a pitchfork.

I worked for a good while to make UNTV something powerful to compete with FOX and Al Jazzera, and the BBC, and all the rest of the captured media spreading lies and spin and sordid tales of sick families. All weekend we can watch the rats inside the prisons driven so mad that out on the streets a bump from a stranger on a crowded street is cause for a knifing.

Haiti is a prison island that makes money for bottled water companies and mobsters with water trucks. American Airlines is setting themselves up for big money whenever the exodus is engineered. Something is going on there.

Far as a military leader Napoleon taught me how to defend an airport. Still it is pretty simple to figure out that you need to surround your enemy. Surround isolate, starve confuse, then kill. Employ overwhelming force for as long as it takes.
Grant did it all.

Mobsters have poisoned Italy. Mobsters are responsible now for Fukushima according to reports on youtube. I don’t know except MacArthur is dead, why Japan is still an independent nation. Those on the scene at the time felt they were over as a nation due to all the stupidity of Fukushima. The hero just died of throat cancer.
Still the whimpering cesium waters flow to the Pacific.
Is there something wrong with Buddhasim.
Is prayer itself a form of hedonism? The mental feel of a prayer as itself devilish more than we want to admit.

The engineers will work it out. The poor pay us to put on communions with the great spirit and share our diseases. That edict to leave a good looking corpse works better for me. Black death and you smell yourself rot. Ebola and blood runs out of all your soft tissues. Tuberculosis and long you are week, spitting blood, but then dying relatively okay to be shoved in the oven and burned.

Like I said, “I’ll think better of the Vatican, when it puts it’s money into Musk Mars.”

Grown ups now all kids dreamy for adventures know now you can’t even hardly fuck right without gravity and outer space is a place for robots shooting off or netting asteroids for iron.

We really need a Planet Defense System of space elevators and space ships going in circles for some drop ins on places in Australia.
The war with the Islamic Crusaders is hard to twist into any success for our purposes really on the plate.
In the past it was just the same. Bloodbaths and just let them stew.
The Petrodollar demands they are encircled and nothing goes in and nothing comes out and they are wiped out.
If I grasp the goals I can’t even see what good the Insurodollar would do.
The lessons they were taught as children weren’t about forgiveness, but beheadings?

In Cambodia they murdered 100s of thousands laying on the backs of their victims stabbing them then in and embrace, stabbing the other people who for one reason or another hadn’t conformed. They lay on the other and stabbed them in the neck so they would drown in their blood.

These ISIS, ISIL beheadings are pathetically ugly tortuous knawings like that.

I don’t want to visit these places as a tourist.

Somehow the Paradise goes wrong. In Fort Lauderdale it felt sometimes like assured that people would make their own bad weather. There was like too much of a good thing to be born up in good spirit.

So for the warrior who fights out of love for his people, preferred ones who get the best weapons and the best food and the most dangerous assignments they carry out with esprit de corp, someone might root for them.
Now our all volunteer army is becoming nearly fully a training school for the private armies of the corporations.
The founders of the nation warned us of too much reliance on mercenaries.
It is amazing really that smugglers haven’t helped oil and kidnapping rich Islamic Crusaders for the Caliphate get one of those atomic bombs the North Koreans have learned how to make.
Stalinist friend of China, a bomb club owner.
Are the Saudis really just accepting the dollar for their oil?

If the Chinese converted to the Insurodollar they would definitely be richer. I think Ms. Clinton might have stopped talking it up out of that fear. Lincoln might have been right to say that a nation ought not need to do any importing from any other nation.

If I live through to the next election cycle, I ought to run for Mayor, or Governor, or just go on as I am for Transcendia. Late at night on the college radio station they would let us play the songs that had the words fuck in them. They called it “safe harbor”.

It is in using language that is true that one can fight off mind control.
I am better than a bug when I know all the truth around me and can then change it.

Civilization is threatened when there are real snuff films to satisfy sick humored spiritually failed sadists.
There actually is too much wrong with us if such a people are not surrounded and killed. They were lost through no fault of their own to a religion that is intolerable.

But we let the Japanese poison all of the Pacific everyday.

We let about 250,000 people and 147 corporations decide who is to live well enough as any man has the right to expect, and who spends time in our company of souls tortured and in desperate want.

It got to the point when I was working to make UN TV a reality when I recognized it as like the High School TV system, or the High School Radio and newspaper. The censors were always in charge.

Al Gore sold Current to Al Jazzera to prove who could be, and should be on Mars now, living in a hole cleaning the floor for Mr. Musk. Ted Turner said UNTV wouldn’t make any money. Clinton’s office wanted nothing to do with it. C-Span came to me via Time Warner to treat me the same as David Andrews, the local Carrboro Town Manager with a new puppy dog near mute with shock at becoming a prison bitch.

If felt sort of personal to get a note from Annette Stone this morning saying I was to be reminded that the Town was not going to help me.

Kimble Wallace is trying to say he has a real job. Since he is only getting paid a third of the going rate for that job, I suggested he parlay it into a position at some other airport.
It was maybe Paul Burke before that said the University wouldn’t allow art to be sold out at their airport, “Because someone would make money.”
If that doesn’t reflect a corruption ethically about who gets to make money, how and where, as the Towns champion Artist Shows to make people want to hang out in town and spend money, I don’t know what more you need to know.

In Pillars of the Earth the raped girl teacher her brother to kill men who don’t pay with a hammer blow to the skull. She eventually got to watch the sheriff hang for his corruptions. I think I’ve got some of it correctly in mind. It has been a long time since I read that masterpiece.

I tried to be a Quaker, who had a Tee Shirt, “In a catastrophe, stay silent.”
It didn’t work for me as more with the firetrucks siren. There is a fire and they race to it with siren going the alarm that there is a fire and we must put it out. Once in my 15 ton too big for the street truck I led with my horn up through the tight lower SoHo to Houston for them. Some people don’t get it.

Could the the current President is more frightening for his lack of any emotional displays. The moral imperative of passionless violence might by now be in there, though the allies don’t seem to care much for civilization in a place where they really don’t fit in with the crowds.

Vice shows it saying while all this is the headliner, Pakistan could most anytime be the bomb store and even wreck land as far as same as the Pacific is being poisoned.

Leaving the Sun out there for the good of it works for me better than the atom bomb to go off.

Really with my work I can’t bother too much with the locals.

Over in Greensboro the Episcopal Senators and business people who knew about Chapel Hill saw the graduate who stayed on to be Mayor as a failure.

A town full of self satisfied academic hypocrites looking down on the help isn’t much of a town to be proud of.

I’ve had the good fortune to have also lived in Rochester New York, another Ivory Tower Power Town now, half the population planned for, with a real big hole dug in the center after they demolished Midtown Plaza and the Mayor overlooked any replacement.
Kodak had to wheedle some commitment from Hollywood to buy film that is becoming no more valuable than goo.

I have to admit a film camera and film are what I need to make a cartoon. They seem to have left single frame out of the movie setting on my camera. Kodak was afraid of competing with itself, and as a metaphor, and the first boom town, it does as good a job nearly as Detroit in inspiring despair.

The CIA owned Page Avjet which is to let you know that all the off book profits the CIA had came from their system of FBOs that disappeared into incorporation in Malaysia, which makes the airplane shooting and disappearance along with the Presidents visit suspicious to me.

But things change.
Page doesn’t exist anymore.
I wonder what American Airlines sees in Haiti. I really do.

Who can vet for the Transcendian and Transcendia Passports?
I loved working line service and can see ramp rats like myself doing the vetting for who gets a Transcendia Passport.
I, at least produced a document.
I at least have given Bureacratica as good start with something to sell of usefulness.

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The Insurodollar fixes lots of problems, giving labor leverage with capital.

Einstein says in a linguistics talk that “You cannot go wrong when your goal is correct.”
The goal is peace in the middle East. We are talking about people. We want a system that creates peace for all.
Chomsky and Dershowitz agree that the Geneva Accords, Taba? Are the best option.
Hamas, the Palestinian government, that points to some difficulties with the Parliamentary system I have wondered at, saying nothing works unless you believe in it, and you have to have a respect for Roberts Rules of Order, may be left to devolve to nothing but: Share with all the right goal.

Since Peace is beneficial to the women and children, fighting men might need to get the peace for them, by playing sports. I say that with tongue in cheek only to a point. Peace looks like that to me in Europe and the rest of the world where they play lots of soccer, openly in sports like no other place to they so often say, “He was bought by Mr. Stirling, or Mr. Trump.” They get to the phrase, “Given a contract.” Maybe in baseball I hear that more?

For the Middle East, Syria, Northern Africa, and back up into the Ukraine Peace would look like it looks in Turkey, a NATO country, at least. Some cultural divisions of the religious sects do live in relative peace there where we need a picture to imagine.

Lebanon achieved peace. I blame that on their port and recreational beaches. Palestinian doesn’t get much advantage of the sea, and then they are victims living out a victimhood scenario of self destruction coupled with conflict with an enemy who can defeat them at any turn.

I have been focused on my own national weaknesses, which are pretty profound, since I have not much of anything. Where I live there is relative peace in the midst of the pervasive ubiquitous Drug War. The small county has a population huddled on its border with neighboring powerhouses whose control and invasions on one come from unsocialized gang bangers out of restive ghettos, and on the other from empowered political leadership within and of a competing institution in the same business, or businesses.

Without a CVS and my prescriptions I will become a spastic. Try that feeling out next time you look forward to some mind corrective apocalyptic scenario that represents to you freedom through disaster.

I don’t look forward to snow storms anymore.

Israel is set there a midsts enemies who say over and over they want to kill them. Hamas does say this as their goal, which supposedly would produce for them an envisioned peace. They might think what sort of peace Crazy Horse? and the Souix Nation got. American Indians in general lost as will any nation fighting civilization.

The goal of the leaders must be peace, and a peace that they all know what is fair, and looks the same.

For Transcendia, the nation of really hard to defend outposts made to be safe for business, I said we would just pull out and leave, if the host nation didn’t treat us right. There were real limits to our ability to do war. Therefore if rights of our people and users could not be defended, we would consolidate around our other bases.

What if I had in Transcendia an Israel that was not going to quit? Looks like permanent war if the vision of peace is so dissimilar.

What if we change the money from the whatever they use along with dollars for oil, to the Insurodollar and that means it is a shared currency of the two warring states, and Israels Insurance company has to pay for killings no matter why, to Palestinians, and Palestinians National Insurance has to pay whenever an Israeli is killed?

Once you make real the value of people over oil, or gold, the motive is altered to the good.

at least for people.

Only through the Insurodollar can labor, the common man, get some leverage with capital.

I am for systems, and those that are ubiquitous and are infusible and everyday are more likely to give to the greatest number a more tangible peace. This is what the Insurodollar gives the world, the petrodollar doesn’t.