Was the bit I posted this morning. A full hour. As happens from time to time a bit fails to publish. An hour. Gone Forever. 

       The bit was  about choosing less, and burning on fourth of the gas I was before the midterm elections.

       I am proud of the new house, those brave kids who stormed it; not more New Democrats, but real  people. And then it was gone...

        Back in 2014 on OpenS, I had done abit on 2018 midterms. Fifty years after losing King and Kennedy in ‘68. I argued that this would be the big one, and it was. This was a big one. The Clintons could not control the party after proving they could not out fox Putin. Screwing Sanders, and smugly ignoring the kids who supported him...well that cost them, and all of us. But look where those kids are now...in the house, and making waves. A beginning I hope. 

        The post was about the micro; the heavy boot of American Fascism has left the world shaken, and us a divided, defeated, deluded mass of MAGA morons, and corporate shills...consumers, not citizens. The little picture continuously reduces itself form first hand observations of every day life, every day. I see policy, and who the winners and losers are. Five decades...direct observations. Living and working within, not above the or beyond the ordinary means of everyday people. 

        Five decades  of never never having flown in a corporate jet. Five decades of never having been employed by the US government. Five decades of American Fascism, not from the top looking down or the bottom looking up, but from straight across...into the eyes of creatures of all shapes and sizes. 

         Down here, I see something. I hope something. The little picture looks a little better, or am I just dreaming, again? This was not the post that went into oblivion earlier...except for the title. But it’s something.

    

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Comment by moki ikom on March 2, 2019 at 8:37pm

Losing a composition to the ether used to be not uncommon for me, though it has now become rare.  I try not to let compositions evolve and live unsaved-under.consruction for very long in these comment windows until they're finished.  To have the efforts of composition disappear unexpectedly for any reason feels like a wasted blood-letting, usually.  There have been times when i ended up more glad than sad but it was usually after it felt like the results of the second effort included and exceeded my expectations of the first attempt.  Sometimes the loss however is so dispiriting as to induce moronic bliss.

Comment by J.P. Hart on March 2, 2019 at 10:32pm

Fates and ageless Joe
for I have won
lookin' for my fun
no OSO, my work
not done
So to blink~
Does Sarah Seger
L.IKE
2 drink/?|\

Perhaps heaven is perfect sorrow...mayBE the right time, off the wall. Weak knees {near the oval race) He'd gone from s.i.p.p.y to gulp. The whole p.m sortin' the cake from the Lord of Song. Hedge you~re BET & your roll.
THIS ROCKET gotta blast. Out the sphere
FREE
AT
L.ast

So with scatter gun across the knee
did they
ever give a thought
to Fodder Groppi

One of these days! Discount World War Three-Free.
Prohibition and bathtub gin
if Bennie sent you
U walk right in.
OUTODOORs.
Burn nothing. No? Not even that next product:

TOBACCO ROAD

I was born,
nort
the
windy city

Most girls, per (wrd) pur named after those Saints.

March they shell.

Student
(DH 4 strong winds for JPH designated hitter on deck. Henry's on Downer Ave. MKE Dreaming in ol' man Hart's apnea mask...which answers to thoroughbred~designer &/or nineteen sixty-two)

Comment by J.P. Hart on March 2, 2019 at 10:36pm

How in the history of known life could moi confuse Hatfields and McDonalds??

Y
0
Y

Comment by J.P. Hart on March 2, 2019 at 10:46pm

Southside Blues/Tobacco Road-Lou Rawls-1966

Comment by Robert B. James on March 2, 2019 at 10:53pm

Thanks for reading and commenting! No hour spent on the filler. 

MI: darn am is when I might have a shot at clear thinking, toast I was when I saw the ting gone. 

Dr.Hart you too will be Jan San old some day, and do dumb stuff at half speed...and I have a good version of Tobacco Road from Bop Street (Pete Lees St. Paul Mn public radio show) you might hunt him down to hear his amazing knowledge R&B and some. 

Im way behind on comments...but 16 pages from finishing MAHI. 

Comment by J.P. Hart on March 2, 2019 at 11:05pm

Just don't know~
ought I catch the vanity plate
or pass the hat
for a Dell
for MaRy Gravitt? This does not bare well for zip codes, nor techno semantics. Neither Harley's 'Lectric trike.
Inventory: i wanna start you with my mind...
Yo
Oky-doe-key in M's Skokie: boundries and children play'n. Stopped standing. Flouked UP Rushdi & must DI. Village Green.

I dinnit take it back. What with all dem,their helos. No SUR. Blue blooded girls.

Whatismore
free as a bird

Comment by J.P. Hart on March 3, 2019 at 1:11am

Im way

(no one's getting fat)

roger dat...:

seriously I TouT you'd leapt. Whenever have I seen this much acrimony?

My favorite neighbor lady was born in 1922. That's the year WOMEN got the left to vote! Don't think twice! I just flashed back on the ending of the Killing Fields
Nothing is 4....N!!!!!!!
toward quantum entanglement...If Crew verified as complete did not win for Jane Fonda's Coming Home...we've already 'lost' how very many?

Love lost!

Comment by Robert B. James on March 3, 2019 at 7:32am

Oatmeal down Wint walnuts. Ok..no need to ask, she’s a smooth operator. I went to work for Charlie in 1972, my neighbor, now in aSsisted living, 1948. Thousands of miles from our home town, the first thing she asked me in 2012 was if I knew Charlie. The ting ran on switch boards and Underwood’s. Up top it was codes and keys, but the thousands and thousands of them pecking away in massive rooms...was the Hart of the MIC. Top secret. Charlie hired them by the box car load.  

Where did she go from there? 

Comment by J.P. Hart on March 3, 2019 at 4:11pm

~lost in the night~
without hesitation

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