The image is of a project I’ve not finished. There are lots of them. There is the big one. I looked at Kickstarter and didn’t feel like I fit that crowd sourcing thing. Starting a Nation isn’t exactly normally considered a work of art. I can write up forms as if they were poems, but I never fit into whatever it is the other institutions want. One of the people around is appealing for money to get him some teeth. That is done via Gofundme.org, or something very close to that.
Of course there is the necessary war involved in the building of a nation. I wanted to substitute a 3 D Virtual Reality Scratch and Sniff War movie that was followed up by a game for that, as being anti war.
Who wants to go to war with all the nuke armed nations to take away their nukes? There is the good war. We could do that.
Do you want to take over a bunch of cocaine airfields and keep it down to the pot trade. I am for that. Lots of Heckler Koch guns to work with and some tanks, preferably electric tanks.
An airport and seaport is more perfect. The perfect port is by the ocean on the end of a river with railroad tracks and served by a major highway. Really these days I may as well just move to Montevideo if they will have me. If i can get in with my Transcendian Passport.
We aren’t leaving here till I have paid off the back child support. I said to the lady on the end of the phone, “I ought have gone to court overtime my fortunes changed.” She said, “That’s right, but it is too late now for that.”
I’d done the negotiating directly with my ex-wife till my daughter was 17. Will gofundme give me money to be free of that bill? My working days with the body, doing hard labor, are over.
You could buy my books. You could by my CD and hear me think. I’m out to defeat Hitler, J. Edgar Hoover and Meyer Lansky in my record. You can hear me think about it. It is worth 9.99.
Great leaders turn to great engineers, or even bad ones to make thing happen. Falling Water’s engineer wasn’t very good in fact. It was going to fall apart.
I hate to be a beggar. Is it that now the smart guys have it down, begging. Best beggar in town! Trash or what was it? Did Warhol cast Joe Dallasarando as a Junky in something else?
“I steal from lots of people.” Doesn’t he say that? Better movie than you might expect really.
day@transcendia.org is the fixed website contact me email.
To secure the currency of fame I have to go and play outside on the streets near TV stations when they have crews returning to the station minus good film. I am only good, with enough energy to do such things in the afternoons. I got the equipment all assembled. Inverter to run the sound equipment and more than enough for a couple more guitars and the keyboard maybe.
Transcendian Policies are to come out of my mouth followed by punctuating guitar banging like I do. Support for the engineers. Give the engineers grand missions such as putting turbines in the gulf stream to provide power to the legacy grid.
It is expected that because of Oil, we will all suffer fantastic losses and rearrangements of wealth. That’s on the table for this year. There isn’t enough storage space to hold all the advanced production out of Saudi Arabia, Iraq, Iran and Africa who will put out more trying to get whatever they can.
The economic disruptions are expected to happen in mysterious ways because of new global interconnectedness. I read about it with graphs, I ignored on naked capitalism.
I lust for attention from Yves Smith as concerns the Insurodollar and the entire plan and polices of Transcendia, which does besides making capitalism finally conform to the best of humanistic values with cold actuary tables for the Insurodollar which even overcomes the difficulty of Communism, confront distribution.
International airports in and of themselves are there waiting to be brought more tightly together under one flag. All of them ought be flying the flag of the UN as it is.
In fact we do need a Government of Governments, but won’t get it. Transcendia as designed to be a government in all governments aims for leadership by adopting the Declaration of Human Rights and intolerance for bad manners.
I get more specific in the passports, which you need to buy, so I am not just another beggar.
Category Archives: Writing
Knowing In Time
All some people understand is force. You cannot talk to some people as if they are anything like you. You can try till you are blue in the face, but they simply don’t get it. The mob follows the strong idiot, before they respond to the strong measured man. There are simply too few great men, great women.
Now look at the United State and Russia and China which are the great powers which have great weaponry that will be used to force others to bend to their will. Who is leading the world? I can only name a few national leaders myself. And I think I am paying attention?
I am not sure who is running France, or China. I know Assad needs to be picked up and bodily removed from power over his army and put in a hotel room on some airport with a nice hotel room for him. The use of Chemical weapons on civilians is supposed to be a war crime. It was supposed to be the Red Line.
The muddled up situation in Syria forcing so many to flee and put so much pressure on the economies of nations who are charged first with taking care of their own is not tolerable. It is nearly unbelievable that Putin is in there mucking around. That NATO and the UN wait to see if the US will do all the work and bleed some more is the work of cowards.
All these leaders elected or whatever however put in positions of responsibility act like the people of their nations who do all the work that pays for all the weapons and everything else are their personal piggy bank. In the US the people who are willing to work as honest people who do not deserve to be so used over and over in waves of their history loving a system of capitalism that just means a paycheck to them were made the reinsurers of the reinsurer, reinsuring crap that mobster financial engineers throw back and forth amongst each other laughing while raising the rent and investing in baubles.
This is the last stage of empire dissolution.
“Howl” is the poem we all need to read again. Beat is not beat, not the beat to the dancing teens and their mating rituals, but Beatdown. The Communists in China and the Communists in Russia try to be corporations, censors are the kings of the world.
But the whole fucking planet is being fucked!
The 100 Year Oil War is coming to an end.
The engineers who know what systems and tools and turbines will give the power to us all to keep it going as it has are all hiding with their tails in between their legs.
What ever happened to Barry Commoner? What is Carter’s Energy Department saying to the President, Leader of the World? The US Congress is full of close minded fools. They would rather stick shit in women’s bodies to take pictures of embryos than let them do what they want within their own bodies than do the necessary work which means spending money that gives us all the energy we require from anything else but oil.
Find me the man with the plans for an electric tank and I’ll give him a job.
To Do List
There are round about ways to find me and buy the painting. Painting was done with crayons on wood, burnished and sealed with acrylic. It is about 14 by 14, though I ought measure it and it was a spur snap addition to the post. Russell Scott Day is public on Facebook. I want 250 for the work here shown.
My friend of many years, 42 is about the right number says his friends are wearing out and he needs new ones. When I was at the doctor’s and said I ought get 10 years at least, he said, “Well you are a fighter and you have good humor…” Trailing off and ending with, “But you have a lot going on.”
So there you have it, nothing for it. I’m going to die relatively soon.
Beat down is the thing thought that was the basis for “Beat” according to Beat history as found in Beatdom. I think that is in the Money issue. Herbert Hunke is the founder of Beat. Somebody published his writings that preceded the Kerouac writings. He lived in the Chelsea and put on parties for druggies. He used and sold junk. Burroughs, Hunke, and the rest of the hangers on rockers et al were “into” junk.
Acid is hard to get addicted to. For hippies like myself of the age it was about TRIPS. You got your mind expanded. After that to keep the spirit and the music buzz pot was all you needed or really wanted. I want pot really badly. It is hard as fuck for me to get it.
Some smart guy is probably flying hash and hash oil from Washington state to Hackensack. You could finance a goddamned Falcon doing that. I did the numbers awhile back. I could see going into crime with a gun and blowing out the last three years of my life getting stoned and having fun. The doctors had no choice but to make me a junkie for all the pain I am subject to without time release pills of morphine and gabapenten. I am fucking sick.
I was up for running for Senate as a sick old white man out to prevent the apocalyptic riot. Stopping the drug war, so I could get stoned in Not Conscious, Supporting Energy Capture Engineers, and starting a good war to eliminate nuclear weapons from the arsenals of the world is the thing to be done.
Forgive and Forget & Be Clear
Since the Art Sale on the Porch I have been making tapes that are intended to be played as invitational signals to passersby that I am available to discuss sales of my art works.
I had been reduced to full time artist.
There were no sales. My wife said the music was intimidating.
For long I had had these HT 90 Motorola radios that I associated with work on airports in the past. I personally loved working on the airport, even as a lowly fueler after I was demoted from a position as the nighttime manager of Page Avnet, a lying bunch who claimed they weren’t making enough money to give us raises in one uncomfortable gathering of us.
I believe the meeting just ended when I said that, “It says right here in Aviation and Space Technology that you are well in the black.”
Page, Page was well understood in the espionage literature of the day to be a Front created by the CIA and MI6. Ownership disappeared into Malaysia which had served as a listening post during the Viet Nam War. I had wondered why Page did not ever seem to operate like a real business.
This was in the mid 80s, and I stayed on with Page through career batterings because of the healthcare policies that I needed to pay for the birth of my daughter. It was the first time in my life I had not walked away from a job when I felt like it for one reason or another.
Since my wife was making much better money at US Air and someone had to care for the child eventually I just up and took a job with Piedmont Airlines. I got the job from my resume`. It would not have been such a terrible decision if I had gotten a contract with them to start, as I had taken the job as a ramp agent with the promised caveat that I would transition to internal to the company video productions.
Hardly matters, any of it. Page Avjet doesn’t seem to exist any more. I suspect that American Airlines now serves as the CIA front business, that suspicion due to Haiti airliner service developments.
If you care you ought note that US President Obama went personally to Malaysia after that airplane went missing. It is in my mind to wonder who was so important to kill?
The fact is that the US is at war with Russia. In 2015 Antares blew up, and a Falcon rocket of Musk’s blew up, and a Branson rocketship burned and crashed all in the space of two weeks during the economic war with Russia. North Korea showed as well that it could damage a movie company for a movie it didn’t like.
It is truly odd that the American Public does not seem to grasp that there is a war going on. I mean they are afraid, but of Political Islam more than those with technical power to shut the US down.
The US Empire complex works at one thing and then the other without making much of a clear strategic plan understood. Defense is serious business, and is especially difficult when trades with the enemy are continued for reasons of appearance without much consideration given to alterations of the situation.
A bunch of unique old warehoused rocket engines were found in Russia and then they were to be installed in American NASA rockets. Gore gave work to the Russian Rocket Scientists to keep them from selling rocket tech that would enable people like those who run the Stalinist state of N. Korea to hit the US with Nuclear bombs they have been making.
Russia sends its nuclear armed subs up and down both US coasts wondering when to launch. North Korea of course wants to be able to do the same thing. Listening devices used to track the movements of North Korean “boats” are known to not be particularly helpful because of the noisy waters surrounding Korea.
The US Navy with lots of staff has been sending subs to Indochina waters.
Relax, forgive, be clear, make a new start.
I got something like that in my I Ching Reading. I’d done a forgiveness letter in regards to my cousin. I threw the I Ching because I was challenged during my campaign for the US Senate to prove that you did not need a terrific amount of money to run effectively, and had ordered an inverter that would power my kit built amplifier and microphone and sound processor, along with the electric chainsaw, and the refrigerator if there was an ice storm that knocked out the grid power.
So far that hasn’t worked out so much so that I began to believe that the Devil was Dragging on me and wanted mankind to die. I am being grandiose. I think my message matters and that if I go to the local TV station whereabouts and talk and play, I will move towards changing policies enough to prevent the apocalyptic riot.
At least I got the CD produced and can say that there is a plan for that. It is supposed to be available fully to buy on Amazon January 4th. If I do turn around and decide to work some more on it, I can by putting the redone files into one of the other title files, scrapping the available file, and that way keeping it out there for sale since getting it good enough to go is done.
Part of my tactical approach is the use of guitars which both old hippies and rednecks love.
I am admonished to not get drunk. This is not likely at all, for I am truly an outsider and watcher wherever I go locally these days, and that is not much changed at all for a long time. Drunk, is a state of mind, and does not necessarily mean drunk as in drinking alcoholic drinks, since I can’t drink because I throw up whenever I try. Even non alcoholic beer makes me vomit.
Because I am old and sick I am fully compromised and surveilled and oppressed by the system that is inherited from J. Edgar Hoover. In the US you live under the rules of J. Edgar Hoover and Meyer Lansky, by the way.
Okay.
The most important gift from me to the world is the Insurodollar currency. Attacks on the environment will continue as long as the currency is the Petrodollar.
As long as nuclear weapons are necessary for a nation to maintain its border integrity while in the era of War by Threat, wars will move towards the Apocalyptic Riot.
Reinvention of the UN so that it will become the government of governments with one military goal of eliminating from all arsenals private and public, nuclear weapons and other weapons of mass destruction, is necessary.
Andre` Lewin of France wrote the Points for Reinvention of the Un. They must be implemented if the World is to get through the bottleneck Jared Diamond describes facing mankind in the Anthropecen Anthropcene Era. (end of the world era)
Economics amount to nothing more than repeated attempts of the working classes to gain respect as reflected in proper paychecks. It is all about attempts to create a system that regulates the greed of those with the deeds.
I am the Intendor, and my policies are to support engineers who I would see given missions of energy capture. It is also about ending the Drug War, a monster that eats the guts out of the society and culture.
Thanks, Russell
Screams
Remember when screaming was a thing? What was it, ’80s? EST, not eastern standard time, but Est. The rage engendered by some of the confusion? Loneliness, intellectual assaults in the form of news, and otherwise useless information, static was to be well dealt with by screaming.
Then there was drumming, and drumming circles. I hear they still go on. Sounds good. I don’t have a drum, but could use a 5 gallon plastic bucket. I was awed by the sound of a large truck spring used in contact with concrete as thrown to that concrete to punctuate the drumming of the people assembled. I’d like to try that.
I am well experienced and not too badly was I trapped by means. I got to experience being a refugee, draft dodger, lies and crime young. There I learned that barbarians steal what they want and civilized people work for the things they want.
Most of us were raised to work, be workers. I couldn’t afford to go to college or university, and didn’t think I had to. I was convinced I had better by my girlfriend’s father who hated me. The community college education I got was dominated in my courses for my Audio Visual Tech degree by angry incompetents who did what they could to sabotage students who were likely to excel.
They wanted to be at the bigger better university for the better off. It never occurred to me to ask them to help me find a job after being there. The teachers that taught my electives were great.
All those mistakes you make when you just keep going hurt. You might do alright screaming.
There isn’t that much else you can really do about it all. Just go out there somewhere, up on the roof, and scream.
The CD
I made these guitar like things when I failed to make the electric harmonica. Somebody else makes a great electric harmonica. It uses optical pickups. For 250 dollars it is a fine deal. Different from screaming, but a fine way to deal with things. Making noise is good. Making music is good.
Once I had made one particular piece out of the hours of tape recording and some of the work put on the little digital recorder, the Olympus 702 VN I got it in my head to make a CD. So I did.
I’d gotten fairly adept at writing and publishing via createspace some of the books and the screenplay. It was akin to screaming in the woods because there is no publisher to foot the bill for anything like a book tour as you see the author experience on the Affair. The author’s first book didn’t do so well, but he came from the right set of friends and had that NYC agency and all that. There were cocktail parties in his life with the right people. He married a woman from a rich family.
Writing is a working class thing to do.
I was sick for a good while. I worked at my desk. Death is the Title, or I slept on the Porch, is a book I made that came out of a struggle with the technology, software writing and publishing programs. I am proud of that piece. Finishing is important.
For those of you who might want to make a CD, using createspace, something like another scream, they will keep telling you to read their instructions. See if you can figure them out. If you happen somehow to have a Mac, buy all the programs that make it work like a PC, as they call a Dell, HP, or the others that aren’t Mac apple products.
I really liked I Photo when I first got a Mac, getting an I Mac first from my electrician friend for 400 reconditioned. It still is something, but you will have an easier time of it using Adobe Photoshop from what I can tell now.
Createspace is preferable to me because at least by the time I am finished the work will show up on Amazon. I am invested in that entity. My books are for sale there. There is some way to link work to work. It is about On Demand printing, and that is present and future.
John Commons the economist created a phrase about how times change and many people don’t catch up to it. “Cultural lag” was his term for it. As three D printing becomes capable of making more and more robust things more and more of the factory and the warehouses will diminish in importance. Whatever you saw on Star Trek will be the way it is. It will not be long before the spaceships themselves will be made by three D printers on the Moon or in orbit.
What? Pagan Ritual Holidays
Transcendian, the youtube channel of Transcendia is a motivator and eats up consciousness and my time.
Everyday I put something there for you to watch.
most often I think of visitors to the channel, and that old saying, you’re only as good as your last act.
Far as it all well then look, I do not yet have much of a staff. The goal is to prevent the apocalyptic riot.
I highly encourage you to buy one of my books that are for sale on Amazon.
Improvements/RSD
There is a lost post. I know where it is. It will not upload. You, are denied the wisdom. However the rule of survival, should you be interested now, is get far from tanks. Period. That is about all you need to know.
I had a wonderful shopping experience at Wal Mart the other day. I bought a survival tent. I had been feeling insecure for not having a survival tent. Whatever happened to the tent? I stopped carrying one. I got wet.
My favorite memory is the ditch. Frosty I awoke. In the ditch. Somewhere in Pennsylvania. I did a multiplicity of trips North and then South. My welcome would become worn out and I would hit the road.
Heading into thirty I settled down, but it didn’t last. I had really really wanted to be a settler. Buying an airport is still a dream. I knew some people that did it. I worked for them. I worked for them a couple of times for subsistence wages. I was moving up. The up was nowhere.
Then and then and then and the business and at least I had a skill. At the top there was a problem. I was destroyed. Politics, lies, jokes. Don’t get involved. Do something else. It won’t matter.
Where is my power? I was looking for a box of power.
The parts for another guitar are in the mail.
I am the Intendor TM. I have policies. Economics are a theory, not a science. Labor doesn’t want to work. Make them work by not paying them. You have a budget. They are honest people. They will understand.
A good king is a good thing, tried and true, and nothing new. His name was Albert. The Danes were a problem. Defensive perimeter. Swords. Cuts burn. Get me some big guys.
I am the Intendor, leader of the Party. Haven’t had a party in years. I go to the hospital a lot.
I am the Intendor. Parliamentary democracy. Perimeter defense. Guided bullets. FEG and a Sig for everybody. Pepper spray.
If human capital is valued it stops becoming surplus, but better as a reserve. You train the reserves. An army is everybody.
I am the Intendor. I meant it. I was willing to run for US Senate. I hear it pays well.
Russell
Hung Up
Cursing comes naturally to me.
It is casual.
I started cursing in the Boy Scouts, cough
After Camp.
Now I am old and people around here
Are all up tight.
Spell check is a horror
A new brain diverter, order
When you get going you better not stop,
Till you get there.
Till you are twelve you are pretty obedient.
At least I was.
Thought of what mom told me.
Then a teacher got through.
Working people get dirty.
No Shame in Honest Work Mom Said.
Well that will get you fucked these days.
Any willingness to work hard and honest and you are betrayed.
Fuck.
Test Record Cover Fails
Test
Failures have occurred. Plus I feel disliked.
You know that the audience is part of the performance. If you are a mean and horrible bunch, denture I am not going to be so great, as your Leader.
Russell
Sissy
Sissy
Last time I saw Sissy was from the window of the car leaving Arkansas for North Carolina. I was a little boy and she was a little girl in a straight cotton dress. It had some sort of pattern on it. She might have been crying. I felt a lump in my throat.
I remember when before then we were on the street. There was a hill we were on like a ridge and he land fell away to where below was another road, street.
It was summer. There was dirt in the ditch beside the road, and brown grass attempted another color. Sissy had a strange voice. It was deeper than other girls, like near scratchy. I’ve known two girls with that voice.
Sissy loved me. I remember the way she held out her hand as the car accelerated away. The window of the car is the frame of our life in this life. Every music video, every band, goes for a drive. They are in the frames of the windows. The windows out of the car frame what they see.
I can she her hand held out like in a silent movie. We didn’t know anything about how to act. We just were. We didn’t know our parents. We didn’t know anything, because we were kids. First grade was a big deal. I’d done first grade. Then we left town.
So the love between us was all ours. True romance. Nothing psychological like the known patterns of how mom or dad treated you. We loved each other equally. We had found each other in the yards and streets of the huge world that other people lived in.
She held her hand out with the fingers spread. She held it still. She was crying.
I was in the car. All of us were in the back seat. We were small people.
We didn’t know anything.
Write? Get two way radios? Where was I before?
It was Jonesboro Arkansas. Brown grass and deep dust bowl ditches. Land in steps.
End of the street where it took a turn towards the dairy farm where the milk came from and the forest started and went away towards the end of the Earth.
Then the high street, and the backyards from there all fell away and below then the next step and another lower street and then somewhere further on, the University of Arkansas.
Gold and Crimson. A football game. Marchers in tasseled tall hats.
The town was a movie theater.
I never went into a store. I never bought anything.
Saturday and we watched cartoons.
I remember Sissy and I playing in the leaves. First sex was just showing each other what we had in-between our legs.
We were seen doing it by someone in the window.
Dust. Dust of leaves. Itchy. Rustling sounds as we moved. Wasn’t any season.
We were innocent. Why change?
I’d been to school and everything about that was incredible and the lies started and people in uniforms nuns wore carried weapons.
Sticks with numbers on them.
Stick out your hand. I want to hit your hand. I want to hurt you. You made some noise. You cried.
I have to hit you.
Hit you. Hit you. I went to school to be hit. I went to school to be lied to.
We didn’t know what love was. Some of life is forever. I know Sissy remembers me.