Oh ho hum, the rain has returned. I’m not going back out into the cold ever,  but I will dodge the rain into the field, not in uniform. Unfortunately I must do some driving. The Red Rocket Rolls with automatic all wheel drive, well rested...if not for the rain I might have made three weeks with no fill ups...I might yet. It’s close. 

         I am quite sure that most of us Cold Warriors will not be remembered as being half as great as the greatest generation. I concur. I was not yet a bud on the bush when it all started. I even missed Vietnam. But I got seventeen years of Cold War in, totally off the books by 1989, not then, or now ever having been an employee of the United States Government or any of its agencies. 

         There Cold War I knew was hot. Big Bucks. We lived easily on the scraps of bloated budgets, hidden way down stream, far from the light and law, the Cold in my Cold War was dark, deep and domestic, mostly. Black actually. 

          There might be Grey areas in the contracting process, but I never saw anything that bright, ever. Few knew who built the electronic toys and training tools for the many arms and branches of the enterprise. I certainly knew as little as possible for as long as possible. 

          Out of the blue into the black, I went, and not being the heir or spare nobody really cared if I made it back. I volunteered. I went in Green and came out black, as in crispy...or some might say burnt. 

           My thirty years of improvising, adapting, and overcoming ended in 2002. I was allowed to come in from the cold, handed an AA, and back out into the fray, to rise or fall as they, the players of the played so desired. I stayed low, well below my means, and kept on keeping on as before, but now a little known entity instead of one that never existed. 

            This was a whole new ball game, this Raytheon5 thing of theirs. I had suspected a lot, but not half as much as I saw. I was expected to pick it all up on the fly, maybe. All was not well, but I never thought it was. 

            My fifth pecking project, Raytheon5, begins today, as I have pecked out the last of 302 pages of MAHI draft yesterday. The title For Raytheon5 is an Open Salon Inspired creation of what might be marketable material. 

             I’m not sure what will become of MAHI, or the three drafts prior that sit in the clouds, about 900 pages of unedited pecking, most of which I have pecked out since OSalon was axed. 

             I don’t have to do a damn thing, and haven’t for a long time. I’m a volunteer, free to come and go as I please. I’ve never been anything more or less than that. I’ve got no pension, privileges, or perks...my first social security check is in the mail, the first money that I have every been paid directly from the US government in my life. However, I am not denying that my survival and standard of living may be linked in some small way to my forty seven years of volunteer service, as rule number one states: 

                          Things are seldom what they seem    

              Thank you, Our Salon, for giving me the opportunity to leak openly and honestly through the block caused SCOTUS pick  mid MAHI. I hope we all make it to 2020, fearlessly optimistic. Ray always was, that Ray...Raymond Pinnox, the actual hero of Raytheon5. “You know what?” , he would begin....

              

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Comment by J.P. Hart on March 20, 2019 at 11:58am

DNC 'chine hath fielded an impressive list of candidates. I've been working all evening (corned beef #), a step embittered recollectin' sodium penanthol in that PET scan; I'll take C acronyms: COL, COD, Postconsonantal, zebra codes mother lodes wounded like a toad.
Lick no bumper sticker yowsir road road code cold scold, half nelson hold egret espied through sunroof Electric Street aloud. Must be a thrill pill, something to inhale. Hey got it yeah, Coca-Cola

FILE Better haunted than hunted
file [2]: Happy Birthday Mr. Ferlinghetti! Thumbed the new novel. Thank you. Optioned the $29.95 Truffles yesterday this time. Hope I don't break out! Looking forward to running backward
file [3]: Sure, sure the hour's late, for general complaint: garden soft Occidental steel. However! the tire gauge is embossed
MILTON CHICAGO, and the crab cakes are too good to be true. Had 18 supermarket eggs (6+6+^where in the Helsinki is the down carrot?) so wrongly found the carton so alone on the only mistaken available shelf behind the left door frozen yet white as the driven snow...hey go cat go!
ATLeast: GRID IS GOOD. No issues, all about the base, the child of clay, Opening Day, safe parks, fields, larks over hill, boots, banshees.

Comment by Robert B. James on March 20, 2019 at 3:03pm

How about that! C2C2, Frankfurt...1977. The moor  the merrier. No doubt. I’m putting it out there from day one FORE SAIL. Raytheon5 . Screen play: In progress. Will trade. If you don’t see me posting, you know I’m not at the embassy, or resting whole turkey anywhere. It’s on, and I’m off...

Comment by koshersalaami on March 21, 2019 at 4:39am

Cold War against whom? The Soviets folded years ago and the Russians weren’t exporting a revolution

Comment by Robert B. James on March 21, 2019 at 7:13am

Kosh: exactly. Long before 1989 it was known that the red threat was not all that. The Cold War was hot...for the MIC.  Reshaping the domestic electorate began long before 1989, in the dark. American Fascism could arguably have emerged with Eisenhower...the Dulles Brothers, but 1968 is the year that I like to guess is when the Kissinger thing really kicked in. 

Taking out the FDR power base took quite a few years. Returning White Right Command and Control included reluctantly adding Elite Catholics and Jews to what had traditionally been a closed shop. I was raised dead center of this new version as it emerged. My all white town diversified to include a synagogue! This community had united to fight against Prohibition before Hitler and Mussolini, who were embraced by the same people who support Trump. The failure of Prohibition, which was selectively enforced all over the country...changed the permanently the command and control apparatus. It could be argued, if not for Prohibition, American Jews might have easily have been rounded up by frevant Christians, had Prohibition not been fought successfully by this emerging urban partnership between previously persecuted minority’s.  

The fortunes made during Prohibition were well invested, and the relationships between immigrant families who shared bathrooms in cold water flats became the core of a new political era and new command and control structure, emboldened by their joint defeat of a shared enemy: The genocidal racist, elitist, anti -Semitic, anti Catholic, entrenched Protestant establishment. 

American Fascism is simply a expanded version of pre FDR command and control, which has now been expanded only to guarantee survival of the oligarchy. After it became apparent that there was no real red threat, the limiting of American democracy became the number one domestic project. This new expanded, system used the red threat as an excuse to winch down on democracy, which remains the only real threat to oligarchic command and control.  

Comment by koshersalaami on March 21, 2019 at 8:50am

I generally hate conspiracy theories, but the order you’re outlining is accurate. Democracy absolutely is being attacked. 

Comment by Robert B. James on March 21, 2019 at 12:28pm

Kosh: I love stories. I have no problem revising mine, should I become privy to a better version. Deception is an art form, and a vital component of our national security.  We have been steadily deceived by our imagined betters for all, or at least most of recorded history, today is no exception.

There is no segment of our well divided pie that does not have its own myths legends, and traditions. Cross cultural wandering raises the eyebrows of those who depend on segment solidarity. I’m sticking with the bit of the MIC that the Bamburger’s funded out of their dry goods empire based in Newark, New Jersey at the end of Prohibition. Great stuff.  Newark was an amazingly diverse place, but did not have the space to accommodate the research facility they built just outside Princeton.  

Stories are great for children. Adults who cannot let go of their segmented cultural programming and look back on it and appreciate it for what it was, well, good luck to them. Without stories who are we?  Facts..are facts, without them a story can only go so far. I’m just guessing, as I try to make sense out all the data  my tired old brain can stomach.

Comment by J.P. Hart on March 21, 2019 at 9:51pm

Taking out the FDR power base took quite a few years

No silt Sherlock...and Adlai Stevenson needed a cobbler! Is it trivial and hazardous to label political science an oxymoron? As though statistical odds are insensitive to the 'law' of unintended consequence. My guess was that Madam Secretary's raisin in the Chardonnay would have been attestation of flag burning as protected by free speech.

Even Occupy camped around that Wall Street bull...how'd 'ya calculate the booster rocket in mace sales? Be that as it may (hazy for me during Lent) please allow that the best of us have no preconceived notions.

Straight forwardly (one rider to another) I am attempting to 'get even' with Hemingway, Ernesto for his aphoristic tutorial nutshell when asked: when is it wrong to use a thesaurus? 'Whenever you open it.'
Possibly due to subconscious anger regarding all the dead game he grinned and poised with.
OTHO, the legend never did.
Right now, I'm editing a grade-weight essay 'garden Vance Packard.

JPH
Port Washington, WI

Comment by J.P. Hart on March 21, 2019 at 10:08pm

poised-posed what the Hades it's all ring around the rosy

Comment by Robert B. James on March 21, 2019 at 10:08pm

Whistle whist thou worketh

Comment by J.P. Hart on March 21, 2019 at 10:42pm

one is for lovin' the other for fun

Can you get me in the world series of poker?

Were you thick with Elizabeth M? I thought it was
her in Charley's (Aruba) Red River Valley Spandex--
dark eyes flashing. World-wide license plates on
that ceiling. Sunset half shells. And I await
even a minor list of FAV-FILMS---Last weekend I sketched
a treatment writing toward Tom Hanks wherein in he hides
out in the Library of Congress 24/7. Street bum-la=lou.
Reads himself asleep with subjects such as aquaponics.
Yeah protagonist is a failed short story scribe...

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