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.