I was not, yesterday. But since I’m not driving who really cares? Friday the power was off, so I hung out over the bay. Nobody was rushing to leave the bar after lunch, and nobody was getting served after us, because the place on the pier has no generator. Funny,  because they spared no expense building it three years ago. Lots of cool design elements, really bad acoustics, and no generator.  I’m not a bar person, or not anymore a bar person. I grew up in bars, became a bar tender at eighteen, but went right back to the kitchen. I went to management from there, and only covered or helped out behind the bar since. My restaurant had no bar. It was bring your own blender, If you wanted Margaritas. Free booze came from the customers, not from the help. This long stay on the pier Friday had nothing to do with my being off yesterday, as I did not have a drink other than water. I’m struggling to stay in my uniform, that I’m hardly wearing now...not driving and all. 

        Public houses remain an important part of American history to this day. The religious fanatics sold molasses, but rum? Well, I’m not going there now, because I can’t say. Poppy growing too, that might be ok, but what part of the process will get you stoned? Same unanswered question. Taking down an empire without opium, the opiate of the masses, or alcohol, tobacco and firearms might just be impossible. 

         American Fascism runs on number two, which of course is based on ignorance: the opiate of the masses. Your one book people...the ones who have been programmed well into cults of superiority:  The ones who can read in the front of an audience from those books. Knowing one book well, and not knowing much else well...that’s the backbone of any enterprise.

         Navy regulations...I don’t know them any better than I know any one book. I knew people who knew them, rote. The Navy became their opiate, and I understood that. I could work with that, having been a serious Boy Scout, I not only understood the book, I taught from the book. I’d tell kids who were not following the program to find out, in the book, where I thought they had erred.  It often worked...with no hard feelings.  Those were not my rules, they were the rules of the program.   

         Red and Blue battle for the pocket book,the right to borrow on our behalf, and how when and where the carrots and sticks are designed, built, and  deployed...who the winners and losers will be. The oligarchs run both red and blue...there is no viable third team. Most Americans have elected not to join either red or blue. I’m with the majority. I have empathy for the oligarchs, as I do for the sick, elderly, and young. I try . I try to see it from the perspective of those who own the enterprise, they don’t want anyone seeing it from their perspective. They want us out there dying for them, red and blue, not thinking about what they are thinking. 

         I’m so over that.

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Comment by J.P. Hart on March 17, 2019 at 9:04am

Unclear why the percussionists O/R persuade-shun-ists hurt on the Ten (0-1) Commandments. Sure sure Charlie Heston was built like a brick outhouse, RIP. Laid out with goat-skin gloves crossed his bread basket. And what? I should take my chocolate cake to the pic-nick bench in MacArthur Park paralleled X Main St. triangulated by 12th and 1st. and work 365 Catholic Saints? I want answers! We are one poster child over the the line here. Countable thousands. Unsafe at any speed. I contend that the Great Jack Kerouac died in his sleep: causation 'complications' afflicted-heart attestation-cessation (loneliness) COD: Apnea is the cessation of breathing. During apnea, there is no movement of the muscles of inhalation, and the volume of the lungs initially remains unchanged. BUT THEY made it look-like suicide by alcohol. And fast forward Ambassador Hotel (City of Angels) there were no police within five (5) square miles. And you're telling me Sirhan Sirhan was not a Manchurian Cocksucker Motherfucker??
Hence: I've begun a doc on Spencer Tracy Times,Tributaries,Tippycanoe.
Of course you're covered RBJ what the fucking hell?

file: Is that good for everybody
file 1]: Pale horse is in Skokie
file 2]: 1984 was not a very good year
file 3]: cosmic blink-0-eye from gunpowder to neutron bomb
file 4]: why does Hanoi rhyme with annoy
file 5]: I missed Marti-Grass once again but I still have my rosary

Comment by Robert B. James on March 17, 2019 at 11:31am

Dang...The prequel never got posted...It’s On, a better post lives on unseen due to a finger slip...I posted just for me, and would not have found out had I not looked back to see where my work went, and it went to their eyes only. My slip, my bad, as I left all five of Our Salons readers out, and all the agencies in, and it seems that I cannot undo the murder of my post, for which all evidence points directly back to me for having done the deed to myself...the usual suspect for all human error in my case. No more can I take Jack back to the track, or further on the bus, off the bus...as the cult of ignorance kills on command with no checks and or balances to their final solution...the same final solution that denied Hitler his boom boom, and gave it to the oligarchs for shits and giggles.  High stakes for big players, no in the hands of dictators, fools, warlords, fanatics, and in the case of the US, the wet orange turd ( TWOT) ....one slip of the finger, and my post goes the way of Jack, Jim, and the steadily disappearing counters to a curture  of shortsightedness.

Comment by J.P. Hart on March 17, 2019 at 12:41pm

I thought we dinnit talk about the flame.

Holiday food immediately west of Jack Daniels Distillauirie after market close Monday Bobbahrue!

That'll be me (Van Morrison hat optional): 1505 dress blue USAF shirt, my vintage org. Levi's from Leon Russell's SO (faded cannabis leaf  upper right center) (fucking brass buttons yo) beneath Jocelyn's green parachute cloth jacket, white carpenter long shorts (with that hammer loop that snared the dish cart on Humboldt and North) and 'grimey staff' beat the snot oome out back holding me semi-conscious for police prior to the badge ordinance and three squads responded...and the civil servants dragged me by the hair and heaved me into the paddy wagon. Bum wrap.

They will have 100 men there RBJ. And who really gives a flying husky if Mr. President is a premature ejacugator???

Hmmmm

cabbage cakes in Warsaw

Comment by Robert B. James on March 17, 2019 at 9:19pm

Well$done lad.

Comment by J.P. Hart on March 18, 2019 at 2:36am

“If you're always trying to be normal you will never know how amazing you can be.” – Maya Angelou.

DNC 'chine hath fielded an impressive candidates. Sure I've got someone up my sleeve. (not Rick Scott-I mean come on really)
Hint: think in terms of alliterative initials. At my age it's too easy to run oo buttermilk. Eye drops for that matter. Don't punish me with brutality.
Steel drum tom-tom:

Mr. & Mrs. Joseph Robinette Biden Jr.! {trust me Joe and Jill are no strangers to that great big hill}

At hand here, right now, my next essay, letter to the editor typed op-ed (no collation required (book of life is brief)) Electoral Math

JPH
Alpine Valley, WI
4:35 a.m. Midestern Time

Comment by Robert B. James on March 20, 2019 at 7:07am

That’s too early, or late. 

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