Working Class Corner/Failure

      The only reason I put up with failure is so I can own my successes as well.

        The justification of the War in Iraq was that Saddam Hussein had weapons of mass destruction and would use them.

        Evidence was that he had used Chemical Weapons on the Kurds when he got them.

        Such evidence that he has been convicted of would sensibly imply that if he had a nuclear weapon he might well use that as well.

        Let us never mind where he got his chemicals for his chemical weapons, which are illegial.

        I can’t remember if it was Cheny or Ashcroft that sold President Hussein the chemicals for his weapons.

        I can’t remember all the details of the war between Iraq and Iran.

        Seems I do remember that Iraq used Chemical Weapons on Iranians.

        At any rate I am convinced that I cannot trust nuclear bombs and chemical weapons to not be used.

        The evidence is that nuclear weapons were used and that chemical weapons were used in the past.

        Therefore the sensible person would conclude that as long as these weapons exist, they will be used.

        Realistically you had better face that if these weapons exist the possiblity of their being used is 100 percent.

        As an organized species with the ability to understand this fact as a group in total through either pictures or written word or tv or radio I do think it would be possible that people who have weapons of mass destruction could be made to understand that they are threatened for having them.

       What if Ban Ki Moon assended to the office of Secretary General and declared war on Humanity Destruction Devices and started having people killed who had Nuclear Bombs and their like?

       It is a good thing that the UN is so hobbled and bureacratica.   -at least for the powerful.

       We got French food out of the 50 year long War of Roses my wife says.   We are having an arguement about what weapon was invented for that war.

       I need to return to the war prevention or regulation system invention that I am working on.

       Actually I need to explain basically over and over the wisdom of Andre` Lewin’s points.

        One thing he did endorse was the individual speaker at the General Assembly of the UN.

        I would be willing to make a stab at it around 4 PM most any day.

                                                                               Love,

                                                                                Russell 

Mean & Angry/Working Class Corner

     Bernard Shaw said there were two things in a mans life: Politics and Women.

     Is this too simplistic?

     Is it the Great Man that makes history? – or does history make the Great Man?

     What system of international political operations would overcome the conflict with those that want to change the world for the better or worse, better than the system we have now?

      No system invented shall have perfect success if the spirit of it is not more understood and accepted and drives the system more than the system drives the spirit of it.

      The interactions of systems in outerspace and the one we are in that we call the Solar System are naturally violent.

       Even beneath our feet on the most peaceful of days the insects are at war.

       I am inclined myself to accept that no system I or my brothers might invent can overcome the natural violence associated with this life, or anyother life.

       Still I can imagine a Utopia, a heavan on Earth.

       – this would be a place where war never went beyond fist fights or sporting events for many.

        We know people who live in this sort of world and some of us may look down on the people whose focus of violence in their world, that is natural, is sports.

       This snobbery comes about because obviously serious people do not see that anything is really won.

       Serious people know that if the Islamic Soccer Team, beat the Christian Soccer Team, that would not mean that automatically the Christians would have to become Muslems.

       Serious people have a lot to learn from sports fans and those that play sports since sports fans and players in general accept the rules of their games in a way that if warriors fought their wars would serve to make war more sporting.

      Winning a nice Trophy and some money according to the rules of war, would be a better thing than destruction of the game.

       Part of war has been and will be won or lost according to its allowance of new weapons to play the game with.

       This makes it a very difficult game to play, and ideally we as a group would change this difficulty that exposes the worst of us, which is inherently understood as something bad within us without any need of any God.

      It is the ethical athiest who loves sports and plays by the rules who could be argued to more prove the divinity of man, than the man that feels his prayers are answered by God in the form of new weapons with which to win a war.

      Since it is that war exists, and war has clear similarities to sports, and it is better to love sports and participate in sports more than it is to love war, and participate in war, our most realistic goal would be to make war more like sports.

      This calls for the outlawing of some of the things war could be played with.

      In all sports there are those that will break the rules.

      Obviously the motive for breaking the rules is to win.

      Losing a war has greater consequences than losing a game of baseball so much so that it calls for a very powerful and wise Umpire.

       The Umpire of War would be called on to actually kill those who do not accept the rules of war.

       I am imagining that Weapons of Mass Destruction were against the rules of war and that simply having them was reason enough for you to be killed.

      In the real world imagine a tax on weapons that supported the War Umpires who enforced the rules of war.

      Such warriors who killed other men to keep the game clean would be great lovers of mankind and their own class in my opinion.

       Certainly being a soldier is a working class job.

       It is a lucky soldier who fights for the right cause.

       He then joins with the warriors who always fight out of love, and never fight simply because they are afraid not to fight.

       It did not bother me much to get beaten up fighting for others.   I did not suffer much of the victimhood syndrome because I got hurt defending someone else.

      When I got beat up for simply being in the wrong place at the wrong time I really trashed my life all on my own.

      I got mean and angry to those that I loved.

      So then in order to feel better about what I get beat up for I have learned to think of ways to start trouble as an antidote to victimhood, and therefore propose for my class the forming of an army that extorts money from weapons manufactures to fund a war on weapons that make their weapons obsolete.

      Gun manufactures really ought to pay me and my fellows to kill people who keep nuclear and biological weapons since I and my fellows would have to buy guns from them since we have no use for atom bombs and the like.

      I am becoming more like the great man the more I am convinced of the worthy warrior war ethical proactive killing spree in pursuit of a utopian war intended to make war more sportsman like, don’t you think?

      I feel less angry and mean for thinking of it all this way.

A Description of Help/Working Class Corner

     I wrote the President of the United States a postcard saying we needed help in Iraq, generic ed and suggesting he ask the Costa Ricans for it since they have a unique paramilatary police force.

                                                                 Russell  

I Believe

      I believe in not believing.   I know that belief is a choice.   I believe in Ethics more than Morality since our history is filled with reports of Morality driven unethical actions and laws.

      I’d rather have the best of mankind, than the worst of God.

      Of course I pray, and sometimes even I myself think God is talking to me.

      Prayer is a way of thinking with a name for what it feels like whether you chose to pray to Zeus or Yahweh, or the Village statue.

       I have believed in concepts that were proved to me to be wrong.

       So I am careful not to believe in some concepts too much.

       In the case of my overall work of Transcendia, I have tested my ideas with the question of what harm they might do.

       In the world of unintended consequences there may be some harm to some from my vision of a nation of airports with a standard set of minimum laws.

       Maybe I just want to see if I can found a nation like my heroes did?

       Still I had two questions that were come from my youth of UFOs and Atomic Bombs.

        How can I prevent Nuclear War? was one question.

       The other was;  How can I see people from outerspace?

       Due to an alternating period of boredom and bliss I had a vision I named Transcend O Ray, that I have used like a touchstone in my head, and is equavalent to the third eye experience from the art I have seen, and what I think Borges was telling his story of in The Aleph.

      When thinking on the two main questions of my life, which amount to destiny, since we have not yet seen people from outerspace, I am not proved wrong about how we will yet.

       I think we’ll see them on holograms encoded on photons decoded from huge solar panels in space.

       This was what my vision first answered for me.

       – in 1973.

       – in 1979 or so I decided that an international confederation of airports operating as free trade zones through lease agreements in every nation regardless of that nations laws and culture would facilitate economic advancements for common people by being culturally neutral and safe for business due to the cultural neutrality of airports in general.

       I thought and believed that if people had business interests in common that they would be less inclined to go to war, and that by facilitating trading posts I could moderate the threat of war.

       I know that I chose to believe that this is possible and better, but that the evidence shows that you are more likely to go to war with people you do business with, than people you don’t.

       My divorce proved to me that in micro and macro, people with common interests will go to war, and children are like civilians in whom the conflict harms.

       A real nation has an army.

       After my study of nation building I determined that if Transcendia was to become a real nation, it did have to have an army.

        Since I am a Godwin Anarchist I have determined that for a small nation of confederated airports all of my citizens and countrymen ought to be part of the army, and carry the weapons of their choice since I ought not have in my country citizens who would use weapons for the wrong reasons.

       The rules for the use of force start with the right of self defense.

       It is one you may give up as some do, like the Quakers, but it is generally recognized as one right you have inherently, ethically, and codified in international law on a personal and public or national scale.

       What I used to call Nuclear War, I now call Apocalyptic Riot, and I see it coming with the North Korean confirmation of another atomic bomb being exploded.

       Prior to and in an attempt to forstall the current Iraq War, so different from the Afganistan War, I tried hard to get the UN to put out a regular and ubiquitious Television Channel.

       I failed.

       Now as the Apocalyptic Riot approaches I am failing again with the Weapons of Mass Destruction Art Show at the UN.

      UN Day I got an email from the Department of Disarmament Affairs saying that after consultation with the Permanent Mission to the UN of the United States the Department of Disarmament Affairs would not ask for UN support for the show in their benefit because they were concerned about the quality of the art and were confused as to why I wanted to launch little model message rockets during the event when the 4′ by 8′ piece of steel was being painted and scratched and etched on by the attendees and artists.

      I wrote back again explaining that life and art are discovery and that the point of the little rockets was that it wasn’t what you had, but what you did with it.

      I am trying and have tried to do the best I could with my life, and I hope my brother and sisters will remember me well.

United Nations Day

     Yesterday Michael Cassandra said he and Ms. Kuffler had decided it was good not to support the Transcendian Art Show Event at the UN in support of the Weapons of Mass Destruction Commission, Hans Blix and the Department of Disarmament Affairs.

      Michael Korvig at the Permanent Mission of Canada to the UN is the Big Man now, and I am very small though it is all my idea that Art is a better Bomb than an Atomic Bomb.

      Things aren’t going well from my point of view.

      I’m getting too old to do more work than three Mexicans.

      My newest painting is of Truman.

      He is signing papers on a desk in the photo I drew with brushes on a piece of rusted steel.

      It is a Halloween picture of a Ghost.

My Little Ideas about the International Fight against Poverty.

      There is hardly a place on the worlds surface out of the reach of corporations, and an International Minimum Wage is called for.

      It is ridiculous for the US, or a state like North Carolina to simply raise the minimum wage when the competition between workers for jobs is between North Carolina and China.

      If nations actually do want to wipe out international poverty, they will have to protect the wages of their Working Classes by agreeing to an International Minimum Wage, determined as equavalent, by currency rates of value, by an International Institution such as the World Bank. 

      Some of this reality is reflected in the valuation in comparison with US Dollars and the Yuan, or whatever it is the Chinese call their money.

      Basically we now live in a world where everyone needs money to live which means that for workers who support all who don’t work, their wages for common jobs starting with the necessary infrastructure for the world we now have need to all pay the same.

      In the past I have made the comparison of a human being to a light bulb that needs the Watts it needs to work, and if it doesn’t get them, it blows the circuit.

      In this world, there are essential infrastructure jobs.

      I suggest that nations and states agree to pay first all of their infrastructure workers a living wage, minimum wage as a basis, for the International Minimum Wage.

      This would give economists the true value of the currency being used in each nation.

       One of the better things about the United States is that in daily life Bribery is not typical.

       Corruption on the part of Institutionally Empowered Officials, named Kleptocracy at its zenith, insures poverty until an Institution like the UN has Courts and Laws and Force that are able to protect workers from the corrupt and powerful, who are simply robbing them.

       To follow along wth the comparison of a human being to a light bulb that needs the electricity it needs to work or it blows the circuit, the corruptions of the systems are equavalent to resistance in the wires, and things heat up in advance of the breakdown.

       Certainly there are corrupt policemen who only extort through bribery enough to get them and their family along, but it is the greedy who insure poverty.

       Knowing the acceptable level of graft within the police force of a nation that is corrupt would help determine what the infrastructure worker minimum wage would be.

       Fair Pay for Honest Work, concrete internationally, as an International Minimum wage started with Infrastructure Workers across international boundaries, would do more to raise all boats, than the Trickle Down Economy that really amounts to getting pissed on by the venal rich for the Working Classes

       It is a Corruption on a different level, but is the cause of many of the rest of the shit.

       Forgive me.   The word just fit…

       At any rate and International Minimum Wage based on what the Infrastructure Workers needed to live would be the first thing I would do to help cause an end to poverty.

       Second I would work to end corruption on the Macro, and Micro level, recognizing it as impossible without an International Minimum Wage.

       Off Book Accounting would be ended.

       Theft and Corruption are examples of Off Book accounting.

       The Earth is actually commonly owned by all of humanity, and air and water are rightly maintained to a standard for all.

       There is enough work cleaning the world up, maintainance, at this point, to insure 100 percent employment for all workers.

       It is the nations and the corporations and all of the rest of government and institutions that think they can get something for nothing, or that they can defer maintainance for later, or that God will take care of it, or a scientist will provide a silver bullet, or their soldiers can kill better than all of the other soldiers and warriors, that are simply wrong.

       If all of the people who provide clean water to New York City and Moscow Bejing, Paris, Rome, and Caracus demanded that an International Minimum Wage was set for all Water Workers, or they would cut the water off, I expect it would happen.

       In conjunction with the determination of an International Minimum Wage, workers need papers that allow them to move themselves and their families to where the work that fits their current skills.

       In the perfect world all of us would have the ablity to do anything and live anywhere, but we will not ever have a time when all of us can do everything.

       Still all of us can do something, and honest work ought never be illegal.

       It is the abuse of workers that is the underpinning of poverty, and poverty will not be ended unless a worker can work for fair pay anywhere they go, or stay.

       All other plans are bullshit.

                                                                Love,

                                                                Russell

Working Class Corner/What I Know About Bars, Nightclubs, and Strip Joints.

    (which is more than I can write at one sitting.)

                                                                                              Russell Scott Day

           I got fed up with the way I was being treated or spoken to by the bartenders of my favorite after work bar, and have quit going there after work, as was my normal habit.

        Other bars seem out of my zone, or schedule, so I have been coming home earlier and possibly saving some money, plus I have been writing my column more frequently.

       About religion and your spiritual life I say that once your religion inhibits you more than it inspires you, it is useless.

       Where you go ought not be useless.

       The best bars are places where you can give a job, or get a job, and have a fine amount of fun that extends out of the bar.

       Don’t do drugs with people you don’t like, or take food from people you don’t like, or you know don’t like you.

       Drinking alone is not the point and part of the reason that bars exist.   They can be similar enough to Churches that I feel no guilt for going or not going to them.

      But at anyrate what I know of significance about bars is they have a life of their own.   They have a cycle.

       In awhile the bar that was in my time and travel zone for bar life may change back into, or forward to, a place and mental landscape appropriate to my reasons for going to a bar, or church.

      Last time I was in my favorite bar, the owner who was bartending spoke to me in answer to my question about the heating and cooling system in a way so offensive I left before drinking a third of my first beer.

      My God, I remember talking to a bartender at the Banana Boat by the airport in Fort Lauderdale about her snapper pussy, or the time I punched a guyy out and the owner told me if it had been anyone but me, I would have been barred.

       In 35 years of drinking I’ve only been thrown out of two bars, and once cause I cussed them out for not having any coffee for me when they cut me off, and the other time for noting that the bartender was stealing money from the till.

      Twice I have been severely beaten up.

      The first time was in the nightclub where I did lightshows, and the other was in my local bar in the East Village of New York, Brownies.

       My only direct paid work for bars has been lightshows and general and stage lighting for them.

       The beatings taught me quite a lot.

       My main lessons from the beatings is that for Security Personnel they need balls and brains in the same body, and need to be focused on their job more than using their power to let girls in they think will fuck them or their friends.

       Three guys on coke that show up with no girl are particularly dangerous, and you might as well call the cops as soon as that set walk in the door.

       If one is a red head, just do that.

       The layout, interior design of a bar, and the bar itself have great influence over whether or not the bar is a good place to consume "spirits" with others.

       They don’t call them "Spirits" for nothing.

       If you drink enough you come to know there are good spirits and bad spirits for you.

       If you are going to indulge in adult vices with others, the time spent really must responsibly have better influence on you and your community than harm your community or yourself.

       I myself wonder if maybe the Cannanite Priestest Church, Temple, as a combination of bar and strip club might be a better religious and cultural institution than the conflict between Islam and Catholisim that assaults my peace.

       But it is good and safer if the bar bathroom doors are in easy sight for the bartender and security, or in otherwords bars with bathroom doors in hallways are less safe than bars where the bartender can see who is going in and out of a place they cannot see into.

       I know this because I was punched in the face as I came out of a bathroom door that faced a parrell to the bar short hall, and understand this would be much more unlikely if the door was seeable from the bar.

       Music is very important to a bar atmosphere.

       The owner of the bar that was my favorite bar in my bar driving and walking zone likes ponderous depressing music and I am some hated for playing the juke box.

       It is a difficult juke box even to play with a multiplicity of obscure or the worst of artists music.

       The better bar will have good music either live or on the box, or played by the bartender/DJ.

       The most civilized bar I regularly frequented had a marble countertop.

       Copper countertops to bars are second for me really.

       Still I am certain that there is less violence in bars with white marble countertops.    

        I am certain that if I made an integrated bar of all the classics, the photo area of decopage would be where all the fights broke out.

        Terrible of me to think of an environment as a sociological experiment.

        Still we must admit that the prospect of making a bar of all the classic bar surfaces has not been done and documented for its effects on the actions of inebriates, and its conduction would add some scientific understanding of the psycology and sociology of us.

       The full understanding of environment and spirits, and what they in combination produced is the experiment that a bar and a church share in potential for Sociology.

       I will codify this later.

I Stopped The Car!

      Really!/Working Class Corner

Local Info.     by Russell Scott Day

       A couple of months ago I got a ticket for running a stop sign, though really I got a ticket for a bad stop, because when I saw the cop car I hit the brakes harder and he pulled me and said I had not stopped within the prescribed distance from the stop line.

       I may even have hit the brakes twice in this instance, once for a shift stop of not much, and the other after seeing the lurking police cruiser.

      Even the best of us end up playing a game of cat and mouse now and then.   The cat is more likely to win of course, but there are more mice.

      Our cat Alister catches and eats a good number of rabbits.   Seems like he and the rest of the cats decided they wanted a pet rabbit, and let one live in the house for 2 months.

      Some of the famous mobsters of New York tabloids are equavalent pet criminals of our society like the criminal rabbit, pet of my cats, who forced me to rearrange the house so much that I haven’t yet put it back into order.

     Damn Rabbit!

     So anyway I have a Cat and Mouse event, and decided to see if I could win, or at least come out even since I did stop, and I was pretty close to the line, which is not actually drawn on the road.

      The fine and court costs comes to 160.00 dollars, and I had 200.00 in my account.

      Pulling into the parking lot for the courthouse the engine made noises that I knew from experience were belts coming off of the engine.   Last time I heard this sort of sound I ended up driving for about a month with no power steering.

      This strengthed my upper body and my wife commented favorably, but I did miss power steering on the car, and eventually had it repaired.

      The line for traffic court was very long already at 8:40 there in historic Hillsbourgh North Carolina, but it moved all right and I figure I would have gotten to work by 10:30 if I hadn’t had to have the car towed.

      Having the car towed cost me 127.00 since my Triple A membership had expired in August and I had to reup and get a penalty, which was Plus would not be in effect for 3 or four days and instead of 100 free membership tow miles, I had three and it was three dollars a mile after that.

      For some reason I had hit my trip meter a couple of block from the house on the way to the courthouse and therefore knew that it as 13 miles I had driven from then and that my mechanic as at most 3 miles from my house.

      It was 14 miles and I ended up giving him all my cash, which was 29 dollars.

      If I had just paid the fine, I would have not had the money to get the car to the mechanic, so it is a good thing that I decided to gamble on going to court and pleaded not guilty and got a court date and also have the option of doing a driving course on the internet, that will reduce the charge on its face.

       That costs 60 dollars.   Still I figure that is a managable chunk and the course takes about a half an hour, and a little brush up might not hurt.

       It used to be fun to drive when I was a teenager and it was mom or dads car, and even later on into my thirties, but since then I really don’t like it much and look at it as real work, and most of the time I drive I get paid to do it anymore.

      Between cops and criminals crazy drivers and weather, driving has little charm for me anymore.

       I remember when I drove like a bat out of hell scaring people either in the car I was driving, or on the road we shared.

      Now that was fun!

      I learned to drive from Nascar licensed drivers who were my Scoutmasters in the Elon College Troop 52.

      In the Boy Scouts I learned to drive and shoot, and tie knots and enjoy being cold and wet.

      It’s actually good training for being homeless, but I have wondered if my life would not have been more financially secure if I had not accepted that there were miseries to be endured and enjoyed same as pleasures.

      It has something to do with being honorable by habit that I like to think of as ingrained that I wonder about as being lost when organizations like the Boy Scouts are not Cool enough for a resume`.

      So anyway I learned a few things today.

      The most commonly towed car is a Jeep Cherokee, and next is Saturns, and Volkswagons are only towed when they are wrecked.

       I knew all along that when towns need money, they send the police out to get it.

      The guy I talked to in line said that he was amazed at how many of the citations involved were for very minor infractions, some of which seemed random or made up.

      Professional Police of high positions have told me that really they only arrest people for pot when they can’t get them on something else.

     Clinton sure talks a good line, but on the issue of pot it sure seems the same old hypocritical sell out of the common man, regular working stiffs in a culture of limited pleasures.

      Everytime Clinton broke a promise or sold us out he blamed it on his wife from my point of view.

      Gephardt did at least make that speech in favor of an international minimum wage.   I saw him say that he respected the Working Class that he had come from.

       I finally did make it to work today, though I had to get guys from work to come and get me at the garage.

       The grind goes on, and if you have an extra dollar in your pocket that you don’t have to sweat over spending, enjoy it.

        Well, unless you stole it or extorted it…                    

No Pressure

      From where I sit at 53 without any degree from Harvard or Yale or MIT,  the future looks bleak.

      My first operation put me further in the hole, and it is kind of the surgeon to have saved my life on credit.

       The nation I was born into spends my taxes on roads and war.

       The roads are of some use, but the wars press me and my kind down.

        I’m about ready to say it is fine with me if the war comes home to where I live since it would be cheaper to fight from where I am.

       Why not go ahead and bring the troops home?

        I swear I believe Iraq will sell oil if US troops aren’t there.

        Apparently they do need a Police Force or Constabulary that keeps the peace for the workers who know better than to believe in anything too much.

        I ought to have pursued my job as a Security Guard after my time in Rochdale College in Toronto.

        I did alright as a man at the door.    I never lost a fight and when I was fighting I fought to keep crazies out.

       One time is a toss up I have to admit.

       The Bomb Threat time was odd…

       We went to the 11th floor where the bomb was supposed to be.   We sort of knew there was no real bomb there and we wandered around not even really asking if anyone there had seen someone with a bomb.

      The world would be a better place without bombs.

       What we need is a pro-active bomb disposal unit.

       Really is it not clear that bombs are accidents that nuts figured out a way to put to use?

                                                                         Enough