Did Test of Contact Yesterday.   Didn’t send me mail.

russellscottday@hotmail.com works.

Went to an Art Show last night with my wife and I tried to stand up straight.

Didn’t stay out too late.   I want to show my paintings.

Arelene, the artist was at the show and if I had money for such things I would commission her for a Portrait after talking with her.

Years ago when I was on scholarship in Bloomfield Hills Michigan with of a sudden what would be generally known as "rich kids", I think Hillerary Burnett said that painting was the happiest art.

I’ve been going through one of my worst depression periods ever.

I made a few paintings.   I made them on steel.   They did make me feel better.   They are hard to move around though.

I am sort of a hard head.

If I had a rock band, or some sort of musical band, the name of it would be The Hard Head Club.

There is a good deal of anger in me about injustices and insults.   I am prone to just go ahead and take things personally.

I’ve had a good time titling my paintings.

The titles are Your Bomb/Your TV and Your Bomb/Bikini Bomb/Dad Said The Atom Bomb Made Me/My Bomb Loves Your Bomb/My Bomb and Your Bomb Sitting by the Fire/Easter Bomb Hunt, and another behind the big one on the mantle that I can’t remember the name of and won’t see because the painting infront of it is too heavy for me to move right now.

I got another piece of steel and the next painting that I will attempt to cheer myself up making will be titled More Bombs To Come.

Obviously I am depressed because I feel like I and the rest of us are running out of time.

I wrote a will at the beginning of my depression.

I’ve been told my Business Plan is confusing, so I hope my will is not too confusing.   I suspect there are laws that will jump on it and tear it apart and that it is just some sort of excersize of imagined honor.

You give up your Bomb & I’ll give up my Bomb would be a hard painting to make.

Sometimes in order to stay married I go deaf and dumb.

There is a bomb in the room and it ought not be set off.

What sort of uniform would you expect The Bomb Police to wear?

Really if I can’t have a bomb, you ought not have one.

The police have guns, and I have a little one myself.

Obviously Iran cannot get as big a bomb as the US and France and China.

Americans should be happy that they have better bombs than other countries, right?

Since it is important for a Nation to be formed and founded that it conduct a war Transcendia really ought to declare war on all the nations that have Nuclear Weapons and kill people and take their bombs and somehow dispose of them.

I guess you could take the bombs apart and build reactors with them.

How’s that for a war plan?

                                                    Love, Russell Scott Day   

Peace Means Police/Constabulary Required

     Working people who are sensible enough not to believe in anything or anybody too much do deserve general protection regardless of governmental philosophies.

       "A Good King Is a Good thing, ambulance Tried and True, and Nothing New." -for instance.   My point is that Democracy is not necessarily perfect at all times and for all cultures and environments.

      The conflicts and culture of Iraq have turned into an extreme experiment and the Democrats, as well as the Republicans do need to turn together to International bodies for help.

      The lesson of the experimental war in Iraq is that it is true that Peace Means Police, but those Police may be corrupt with private agendas so far as recruited from the indigenious populace.

      The US is in the position of desperately needing to abandon a uinlateral approach to its attempts to win the war in Iraq.

      I think in the hearts of the people they feel this, but have no focused leader asking plainly for proper help from the right quarters.

      We would hope and expect that the UN was the right quarter, but it is very flawed as far as force is concerned.

      It is time regardless of anyones national alliegances that nations create a Constabulary that protects the working classes when a war is declared, or understood as won.

     Saddam Hussain was captured and as far as winning at Chess that qualifies as a win.

     It would have been better for us of the working classes in the US and Iraq if at that time the US Armed Forces Personnel were pulled out and the International Constabulary Forces were put in.

     Since there is no International Constabulary Force, this did not happen.

     If we are lucky there will be other wars won and lost.

     This latest war would be a good war if it produced a Constabulary now proven to be needed to solve the problem and reduce the level of permanent war, which has so far been the history of mankind regardless of the slight possiblity that its event as fullblown could be ended.

                                                                     Scott Day

PreNuptualAgreementContractRequired:

       It has come to pass that I have determined that no-one ought to marry without formulating and signing a prenuptual agreement in the interests of general overall society.

        I have discovered over my time living that there are too many laws from state to state to keep track of and in private family life there does need to be an independently understood set of rules between the two parties that is written down prior to the union.

April Fools is the Transcendian National Holiday

      I have been enough of a fool to give it a holiday similar to the holiday they declared for the defeat at Gallipoli.

      It is the day years ago when a woman I loved left me for a guy we had a menage`a trois with.   It is the sort of thing that really makes you feel like a fool.

      By the time the evening of this day had rolled around I was sitting on the nighttime steps outside where they were crying in public uncontrollably.

      I think the next day I caught up to them in a Church Parking lot, punched him out and went home to cry somemore.

      After that I drank solid and hard for 6 months and drew pictures with crayons wearing this idiot stripped vertical robe that looked like something Jesus might have worn.   It was cut to that style anyway.

      Finally I worked up to making an assemblage titled Bicycle Disaster.

      I became less suicidal especially after I discovered in the course of working as a carpenter I did not want to die when I experienced great fear standing on a diving board 2 by 12 3 stories up putting roof rafters together at the end of the ridge.

      Fear is your friend sometimes and a little adventure may well be required for mental health for we all find ways to be foolish.

       Dealing with it properly is the sort of thing that makes one as much as an adult as I expect it is possible to be.

      A broken heart can really hurt and I never pick on anyone when they are suffering one.   I will make fun of myself, or go so far as to share that though I suffered a permanent loss that did destroy some innocent part of me, I had some fun later that I am glad I didn’t miss, and this reality has moderated my suicidal tendencies rooted in things like shame so much that I respect the unrepentent drunks I have known.

      Maybe I would have gotten along wth Bukosky.   (Forgive me if I misspelled his name.)

       I have to admit that I had an unusual evening for a Boy Scout from a town of 2,500 people in North Carolina with Liz of Live Shop Die that is worthy of the ethos, portraits he drew and philosophy and tone of acceptance and humor of the unrepentent explorers of nights in parks and dark drinking bars being animalistically free with happily suffering humanity on a world that is admitted to be as temporary as the happiness of some shared lovely uncaring and wide eyed interest in each other.

      It is love and war that makes memories and this is something we seek to make.

      Dancing is a wonderful art to see live because it creates in us a unique memory that crosses very directly to imprint ones soul and it is no surprise that I loved a dancer.

      So this is my Holiday.

      There has been at least one great party on it, and I always observe it and think about it, and by this evening I hope I have had a good cry and a good laugh and have given only the laughs away for sharing with my fellow adventurers in the caldron of souls and insects as Kafka and Dante described.

                                                                          Scott

The Movie Star Life:

I wanted to have the life of a Movie Star.

I wrote it on a board I put inside a wall.

Looks like I got that life.

Weird, is all I’ve really got to say.

These girls are difficult.

Junkies that act and buy airplanes and turn into pilots,

Ambassadors no less.

Sean Penn knows all about it all apparently.

Sometimes he directs.

"I want to live like a Movie Star." is what I wrote with a pencil on a board I put inside a wall in the Pole Barn room I built out of old wood.

Now that I read of Brad Pitt’s heartbreaks and all like that over his baby and his name and all like that I know I had a life and ought to be dead.

Those girls are difficult.

It’s enough to send Sean Penn out in a boat during a flood.

Vacations get strange when you love disasters for relief.

Damn I’ve had some good girls.

They wanted their Grandmother to approve of every contract.

The Stripper & the Ballerina

    I’ve been looking into founding a business where I live which is a bedroom community for the University, or Universities and Raleigh and RTP, and has no industry other than construction to speak of.

      Apparently a Strip Joint or making a movie or tv show is more viable and would be more profitable than something else I have a plan for.

      I am reminded of a woman who took minimum wage sorts of jobs and followed up on computer offers of riches from working at home who reported her best pay of 15 an hour was for nude modeling.

      Since I have known strippers and ballerinas and like the ballet near as much as watching strippers and even knew a stripper who was a ballerina other times of the week, I have long imagined a movie about a friendship between a ballerina and a stripper.

      What I might do is make the movie and see if the set survives.

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Common Knowledge,

      And Common Sense are not the same thing.   It is surprising if you know about something how much of what you read about it is wrong.

     Do not believe everything you read, or hear, even from me, for I have been wrong about the truth because I believed what I was told or read before I experienced it.

      What would you do if you were spit on?

      The Islamist are reacting to the cartoons of Mohammed as I might if I was spit on.

      The fact is I have been cartooned and I did not punch the guy that made the cartoon, but took it from him, and have it in my briefcase which contains things to first look at when I am dead or if I get killed tomorrow without notice.

       I think I have been civilized and this is sort of equivalent to a pocket veto.

       I just said, "That’s very good, may I have it?"

       Actually I found it very insulting as a distortion of my ideology, but I knew he was after a girl I liked and had done his best to make me uglier than himself.

       He was a Chiropracter, and I was a writer writing my first novel at the time.

       It turned out to be a novella, and I can’t find it in the house since the last move.

       Really cartoons can hurt.   I understand that.

       But if you can’t take it, don’t dish it out.

       I actually am a cartoonist of some merit, and you can look at Daddy Drives a Taxi on my website for the evidence of my ablity to do that sort of work.

      The best resolution all around would be Cartoon Wars.

       Let the newspapers of all faiths and ideology fight it out in Cartoon Land, and let the rest of us be educated and entertained enough to live in peace with the ablity to buy the papers.

                                               Love, Russell

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