No Kings

Well I mean sure, goddamn right no kings, but that was already decided 250 years ago. We had a revolution.

Alas, the System we put in place instead worked, sorta, for some people, for a while, but centuries later is nothing more than a completely broken farce of so-called democracy. Rallying around it will do nothing but make a few of The People feel marginally better for a little while longer. Until the morning after and the hair of the dog.

Meanwhile, here in the land of contingent anarchy, Kali is mostly keeping her meds down and holiday plans are gettin’ made and I get two nights of sleeping next to someone who isn’t a cat.

Pretty good. The step above just fine.

AlwaysRight

Sometimes I pout about my truck not having a winch, but listen.

I’d rather have no winch at all than a completely useless, violently expensive one that just exists ornamentally as a pure status symbol.

And that’s even without the new truck insisting it knows better than the driver, and stubbornly turning its whole six-figure self into a brick of immobilized metal, which must be rescued by professionals.

At further expense.

***

Later in the video, I learned that it could possibly be smarter to spend the pout money on one of these.

And keep pining, about the right winch.

Jeremiad

I live almost completely without Community, intentional or otherwise, so serious intellectual conversations are rare.

But I had a brief one today, and a title was suggested to me:

Last and First Men, Olaf Stapledon, 1930

The link is to a movie adaptation from 2020. I won’t be watching the film or reading the book because I have a serious un-intellectual problem to deal with regarding cat puke.

And also, I don’t need to see/read it, because I already know about the Cataclysm, which is ramping up fast, and I’m even now running short of appetite for singing to you about it like some dimestore Cassandra.

Rewaking (ALiner)

Oh my God, so perfect, right?


Source

Especially since it’s so cheap I could put it on a credit card …


Source

And it pops up to a max interior height of near 7 feet, in the ALiner tradition.

But now I have to let you (me, us) down and tell you why it isn’t perfect.

First, the bed in it is only 72 inches on this brand-new gorgeous model. That’s not big enough.

Second, while I don’t care too much about stealthiness, this is far too obviously a thing for sleeping in, and I don’t want to invite knocks on its door from bored curious LEOs and other half-evolved life forms.

And third … this specific problem is already solved, for even cheaper. I have the Shell I found on the side of the road for free, and with some sweat equity, THAT will be the big-enough, less-obtrusive solution for sleeping in the pickup proper, even before towing anything.

Anyway, all of that is solving problems out of order.

The fixed bed inside the silver city limits comes first.

And second is how to sleep not in the pickup, but with the Subaru.

***

I’m keeping it on my radar regardless.

For the towed Subaru camper, some flavor of ALiner is still my current ideal.

And I’m inclined to start thinking about starting with a base of a trailer, which could hold something like this or be built up from scratch.

A Day, Off

I owe, but I am not Owed.

In macroscopic terms I’m breaking even, and there may not be enough left over to bury me, but that’s not my problem because I have no desire to be buried or even to spend the hereafter in an urn of ash.

In some sense I think leaving assets behind would be almost as problematic as leaving debts

and that’s true in both the practical and metaphorical senses.

***

Yesterday was a bad day for the kitty. I spent half the day crafting recipes with her medicines in them, and the other half cleaning up the messes after she puked them all up.

So far this day has gone slightly better.

I’m doing what I can.

There and here.

I’m holding my own food down in the rain, so far, and that’s a blessing.

Hanging

It all happened pretty much the planned way except for sleeping in the car. And we kilt the bottle of Educated Guess.

It cost me five I didn’t have at the mechanic and another two at the natural grocers. Worth it. Kali is alive still.

I collected a few seconds of video at last, of the harvest moon.

I collected this prophecy of three and three and three.

The leftovers of a storm named Priscilla.

That’s the whole story on a thumbnail and

I’ll do better by some weird metric on the morrow which is all any of us can ever do.

Bills Lose

[Redacted] just edited their membership to $200.00.

Thank you!!

***

Come the morning of Monday, I run down to the Oasis to meet the Azure truck very early, and pick up my punkinseeds, et cetera.

With any luck, my October benefit will be in and I can pull a little of it, and go see if I can get more antipuke for Kali because she’s out, and hurting.

Then I should scoop up the little black kitten and run her into Prettytown, but I won’t because the run is far too complicated already.

The recycling. My own meds. The organic shopping. And a pit stop for the RME at R&A …

Among other things.

I believe in the future, I may sleep in my car. My radio tuned to the voice, of a star. Song dogs …

And these old hopes and fears, still at my side.

My Cleanest Dirty Shirt

Solitude is a need just like sleep. Sometimes there is a deficit. That must be caught up.

Preach it Brother Liony.

Sing it uncle Hank.

Holey deficits to the left of me. Choking gluts to the right. Here I am, stuck-

There’s just fine and then there’s the B-side of it. The flip never intended to be a hit, at least not this hard of one.

Tomorrow she’s a Sunday and maybe in the morning I’ll be coming down at last.

Not working for the man is a start, but it doesn’t necessarily mean the end of jobs.

There is still scarce peace to hunt and out beyond that

Freedom to fish for.

R.U. Though

She asked how I was doing and I said I was fine and she said:

Are you?

So am I?

***

Yes.

More accurately, I am just fine.

Neither more nor less than.

To the extent that I can remain focused on what Is, I am happy/enough.

Maintaining that focus is much harder than it sounds.

Sometimes I drift reversed in time, into the past, and god knows there’s plenty back there to wallow in all miserable.

Sometimes I drift ahead of myself, hyper, manic, all tangled up in what Might Be, in this or that glorious or at least arguably Better future.

If:then; If:then; but I was told

and I believed, god damn it

Gautama was right. Desire = Suffering.

***

What if, going forward, no one’s promises, expressed or implied, were ever kept, and therefore no chunks of belief littered my road as mortal hazards?

What if the auto mechanics and plumbers and doctors and insurance companies and alma maters could never be fully trusted, because of the capitalist profit motive or any other bad ugly broken reason?

What might life look like if I stopped making promises of my own?

Those are interesting questions and worth considering, but they are also the definition of drifting ahead of myself.

Instead of Being right here in this sorry-ass interstate town state of existence, and accepting it as what’s real.

Steadfast Anniversary

They say that if you practice something for ten years you automatically become an expert in it.

I don’t believe that is necessarily true, and yet …

I have practiced that long, as of roughly today, and I really am an expert at … this. I can feel it.

For what it’s worth, and whatever it means.

The question of whether my expertise is useful for anything is left as an exercise for the Reader. I’ve heard things which suggest that it is; thank you brother and thank you sister. I’ve also heard the sound of nothing, echoes in the void. Whenever you ask me a question that I’ve already answered fully here

I know you’re not hearing me, and I think:

you say you miss me, and I take it at face value, but the assertion is not actually supported by the evidence.

I think about the man I was when I wrote that first post, and the girl I was with when I wrote it, and the place, and the event that motivated it.

I feel the time and life and sentences flowing at me and through me and past me.

I don’t feel any impulse to stop the flow.

It might be that the flow tributaries into a larger one at some point.

Or not.

I have no announcements to make on the subject upon this occasion. But I mark it, note it anyway and I whisper to myself.

Letting go, letting go, letting go.

The NinetyThree Thousands

We get a few weeks of perfect weather every year, and these are they.

***

I went to the mailbox in the perfect weather and found this.

Ways around the problem exist that don’t have the steep downsides of this one.

But they remain frustratingly elusive and theoretical.

This one is distastefully expensive …

… and … it consists of concrete reality rather than years of vapor, smoke, and mirrors.

Fragments in the Railroad Earth

and here’s all these Millbrae and San Carlos neat-necktied producers and commuters of America and Steel civilization rushing by with San Francisco Chronicles and green Call-Bulletins not even enough time to be disdainful

till the time of evening supper in homes of the railroad earth when high in the sky the magic stars ride above the following hotshot freight trains

I swim out of it in afternoons of sun hot meditation in my jeans with head on handkerchief
on brakeman’s lantern
or on Book

I look up at blue sky of perfect lostpurity

the switching moves of boxcars in that little alley which is so much like the alleys of Lowell and I hear far off in the sense of coming night that engine
calling our mountains.

nobody knew or far from cared who I was all my life
three thousand five hundred miles from birth
opened up and at last belonged to me
in great america.

***

In spite of what I tell myself about where my primary focus is supposed to be, I am spending all of it on keeping this one cat I love best alive and as healthy as possible.

***

Being domesticated is a fantasy, and a rewarding one.

But in reality, it would require an ungodly amount of time and attention given freely by a tamer.

The kind I give Kali.

It wouldn’t be right or even be workable, to demand it.

So i continue down the wild path alone, as things stand.

Raison in the Sun

In some sense that’s everything important I have to say right now.

But every morning there is a creamy white blank page here asking quietly to be filled, and there is no one to care about that, except me.

It’s like with the poor homeless cats, whether or not they’re sick besides.

I don’t take jobs any more, but fillin’, spillin’, soothin’: it’s as close as I come to having one.

The blank page in turn provides me with raison d’être: “I don’t know how else to matter.”

Ennaways I can’t quit now, less than a week from the tenth anniversary.

After that it would become thinkable.

All I would need to give up on it would be some new and improved fresh reason to be, and matter.

Sounds Simple Enough, heh.

Magic-Adjacent Thinking

So the ultimate problem was roots in the sewer lines way down deep.

Last night I put 8 ounces of copper sulfate down the shitter, 4 times in a row. Two pounds for a treatment that is supposed to last 6 months. I have eight pounds left, and I hope I never have to use it all because the house sells well before two more years go by.

But of course, I’m not going anywhere

Until I have somewhere better to go.

There are four big primary things to fix, and all of them are five-figure problems, and only the biggest (Somewhere Better To Go) has to happen before I can in clear conscience turn my attention back to the little nagging problems, sell this place, and unlock the equity in it.

Which should provide plenty, to solve the remaining three things.

For now, alongside crafting good daily days, and maintaining, the focus has to be on a doublewide, or a tiny home, or an arched cabin, or giving up on Dorothy and swapping her for a shack within … three miles, this time, of the Co-op–and accomplishing that Silver roof with the least possible expenditure.

And, should there be no way to do that short of selling myself back into wage slavery, then giving up, and settling.

For what I already have.

Right here.

Which is eight pounds of copper sulfate.

Countering The Weary

Basically the pricetag of a “BetterPlace”/Silver Home, with or without counting what I spent on the lot I have, is 100K.

And for the Camper/mobileSanctuary, 50K.

(Wiping all extant debt is a number in between.)

I have various half-baked schemes that would get me both, for as little as half of that money, but none of them are a sure thing as of this writing. For a hot minute I thought the Durango guy could fix it all for even less, but that would be very dependent on the interpretations of the zoning gods, and having to trust in them is no happy prospect.

These five-figure numbers are my focus.

Perhaps that will explain why three figures, say for a toilet or an ignition switch, are not.

I don’t know of any simpler way to say it.

Trying to figure out simpler ways is costing me a lot of weariness, here in the day to every day, and what’s worse is that I know in my heart that narrative complication is not the thing stalling progress.

So I think I’ll stop doing that, for my own good, and maybe just perseverate in replying with a link to this post, over and over if necessary, whenever the subject is raised, and get on with the business of better mornings here in the hole.

You Are Nova

“Even I make this video because I don’t know how else to matter.”

The I is an essayist who tries to matter anyway by telling the story of why his favorite movie is a Planet of the Apes movie.

That’s a hard sell of course. He comes near to the vicinity of pulling it off anyway.

For surprisingly similar reasons, my own ‘favorite movie’ can be officially listed as:

On the Beach (1959)

I doubt it matters.

But I spill you these sooths because I don’t know how else, etc.

***

Elsewhere:

Israel Finally Gets The South Park Treatment

So long as you remain buckled in on the doomed ugly Izzy bus, I will continue to pray for your soul.

Back Channel

Just head down there and see if they’ll run the same card again for another few hunnert.

Thanks, but that’s not happening.

This is! (insert heart emoji here to express all due gratitude)

And this.

And still not this.

Which did, admittedly and inexplicably, jump back up over two hundred thousand.

Which … makes more sense.

And leaves things back at the same square one where they have been all along, roots and all.

That said, there are 10 homes in Silver on Zillow this morning with at least one existing bedroom, for less than 100K.

And that, not the pickup ignition, IS the priority.

Kernel

This is the rule, about caring. There are exceptions.

She spends more and more time in her safe space, closer to the sky.

The Suitcase of Deceptions

I know I said that you should go right ahead and have any expectations you feel like having.

You know in turn that it was my way of telling you to not hold your breath, about the yardwork one in particular.

This is to say: ‘about the yardwork one, or any of the others either; please and thanks’.

I’m relatively glad to have a throne in the bathroom again, and thanks x2 for the help in getting one.

But when it comes to the floor or the roof or the rest of the things you’re flexing to next, hear me please.

I’m not going anywhere.

Until I have a better place to go.

And thus, there is even less rush, about addressing any of those little things.

Until the big one–having a better place to go–is at least taken seriously, and contemplated with mutual care .

Hunger For Sleep

Alright. Only one more of these. I hope.

At the end of another day I can finally manage a sliver of sympathy for you Packfans.

Personally I’m grateful for Fred Warner, and for feeling drowsy again already before 9, with real rain on the way.

Chill

Phoenix

Tucson

The way our world is, they way we are.

The guy gets hundreds of thousands of views and the drones recognize him wherever he goes.

I want nothing to do with any of it.

Rain Came Down

A thought is only a spark in the dark.

***

I’ve barely had a day this month to call mine. But after three weeks the time and space is back in my own hands for a few. Temps above ninety degrees are apparently in the rearview mirror. I’m more worried about my cat and less about my car. I’m not fully caught back up on sleep and the list of daily rituals is in practice broken. The plumbing is under control, and …

That’s the scattershot snapshot.

Solitude is a need just like sleep. Sometimes there is a deficit. That must be caught up.

Before and After

In between the two there was the root ball. I owe a lot to Grace for the painting expertise and to Lynne for getting the plumbing rolling. I still have floors to do on my own, and a promise to keep about finishing off the yard cleaning.

Sixes and Sevens

Right now at this tipping point the windows can open between 6 and 7 pm, and need to close up again twelve hours later.

This results in an indoor temperature of about 73 throughout the morning.

Temporary perfection.

***

Screenshot is from a video that describes how everybody’s friend Jerry Seinfeld went to this camp … and brought his kids along.

This world is batshit insane.

Plumbing

When there’s a dripping faucet in a motel room that is screwing up your sleep …

That is an opportunity to re-evaluate how you do things.

Maybe the answer is paying two hundred dollars a night next time.

Maybe the answer is an aLiner camper trailer for tonight and all the nights to come.

Your mileage assuredly will vary.

And mine will too.

ProTip: It’s exactly the same when it comes to the question of what to do about breakfast.

The Job

Good morning.

This will serve as a response to your thoughtful theory about parts of the family, you and I included, suffering from a malady you call low self-esteem.

I speak only for myself, about the points you raise.

***

For myself, I think you’re partly right.

I walk through the world, Esteeming my Self highly, less than I ever have before.

I rarely look in the mirror and see someone Esteemed looking back at me.

Sometimes I don’t even see much of a Self.

Personally, I would call that progress, on both counts, in a sort of buddhistic sense.

***

Another proverb from the insufferable quasi-ancestral mythos.

“You don’t dress for the job you have; you dress for the job you want.”

But how should I dress if I don’t want a damned job?

The answer is: however I please.

I shall grow old. I shall wear too much black, or purple, even in my hair maybe.

I shall wear nothing or next to it, as much as possible with regard to the delicate tastes of local law enforcement.

I might finally get a tat, regardless of what that might say about my abundance or complete lack of self-esteem.

I might re-pierce my overgrown ear, or even both of them.

But I won’t ever base my estimate of the worthiness of my self on those things.

I won’t measure it by how much I spend at the spa, or at Kohl’s.

***

Which motel I stay at isn’t a factor either, except that I know that I esteem my self best when I can find myself never staying at one ever again.

Slouching towards a purer Nomadics. That’s something worth working toward.

Being a more honest writer.

Becoming a more consistent walker, home-cooker, and cinematographer. A better lover.

Living in kindness to those less fortunate, even if they’re not fluffy adorable felines.

If I can raise the bar in these kinds of ways …

I can be very content to let any theoretical esteem issues take care of themselves.

One less damn thing to worry about, y’know?

Unexpected

Hundred lives are shoved inside
Guests arrive to dump their mess

Obedient host and a visiting wife
Come outta the bedroom

straightening clothes
In this house that I call home

Nobody knows the party rules
I gotta get in but there’s no room

Beautiful walls are closing in
I’m looking at you

you’re having a nightmare!
Stumble over tombstone shoes

I finally look in your sweetheart eyes
And somebody comes with a bottle of beer

After he leaves I turn for a kiss
see the lady next door, she’s naked in the street

In this house that I call home
Nobody knows the party rules

Handy

56 minutes … also nah. I have lots of other things that need attention more and less urgently.

But someday it well may come up. Three thousand in cold cash for the expert to take care of it. Or, some minimal fraction of that to do it in the rain at Autozone. Or in the baking sun of my own driveway.

Right now the important questions are much simpler. I need to figure out why it’s whining, is all.

Just like I did in figuring out why I was.

Here In This Living

You don’t know my kind, in your world.
Fairly soon, the time will tell.

oh, You

Telling me the things you’re gonna do for me
Yeah, nah
I ain’t blind
and I don’t like what I think I see

***

No more need for hiding.

Originally before the blithe text proposal wandered into my afternoon like a stray fuckin’ torpedo, this post was going to be called Odin’s Church.

But afterwards

Nothing’s changed.

I’m declaring independence.

Six decades into the project I am, quite improbably but finally, a man.

Self-made no less.

The kind that stands up

and speaks sooth

and pays whatever the nasty going price is, for soothsaying, regardless.

Braces and Two Wheel Drive

I totally believe that you want what’s best for me.

At the same time …

I am far from convinced that you know what’s best for me, or have ever even thought about it with any fierce seriousness, or listened with fully open ears when I tried to tell my notions about what the phrase might really mean.

As I do here
in some sense
every day.
except yesterday.

Shots Fired

You said to me over and over:

Trust the experts of the World Health Organization. Trust Dr. Fauci.

Above all, trust and follow The Science.

But now its crystal clear that what you meant, whether you knew you meant it or not, was: trust that turd Bill Gates, and his puppet Anderson Cooper, and all the evil billions worth of propaganda and fake profitable truth.

I didn’t. I won’t.

Are you still up to date on your fourteenth booster my dove?

Why not, I wonder? Or even worse: why are you?

***

More evidence, if any were needed, about the nature of the utterly corrupted and broken DemParty mediasphere.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“The Shallowness”.

***

We saw the brilliant Bills/Ravens in real time, and tonight it’s her Vikings.

Fluffy. Frothy. Passing the time.

My mind is skipping ahead to the other kind of bills, and to the funk-ass noises from my power steering pump.

90/60

Wanting what’s best for me is a good start and very much appreciated, full stop.

***

Getting to be the one who knows what’s best for me

(maybe better than I know?);

who decides what would really be best for me …

That’s where things get tricky ennit.

***

For example, it’s easy and obvious to agree that the first forty or fifty pounds coming off was for the Best.

But when we’re talking about the next twenty or thirty, then the happy little state of agreement becomes less universal .

***

It’s exactly the same when talking about how I dispose of my shit.

Or what town would be best for me to live in.

Or whether what’s best is building on the land I own, or giving up on that and buying a house in the same town.

Or how many square feet I should rightly inhabit, in my future theoretical perfect life.

Or how much time I should spend in solitude.

***

Ultimately, no one knows what will turn out to be best, about any of that.

But my opinions about all of it should be, and will be, decisive

regardless of how headfucked, weird, or just plain wrong you think they are.

So look.

You wanna help float the boat? That is so nice. Thank you, and as discussed, appreciation is the only human response.

It’s more than most people would ever do.

No amount of selfless, well-intentioned helping will entitle you though, to decide that the boat should really be a nice new SUV.

Or to know better than I do about what road or stream it should be pointed down.

It seems so simple.

It seems so clear.

It is anything but.

How The Sausage Is

Two hundred fifty six dollars and four cents, to fix the AC in the end.

They didn’t touch the fuel sensor part, which was frustrating, but they did estimate it, at $400-800, and that’s on the schedule to happen in early October.

Pretty good news. If everything else holds steady and solid short term.

***

Also found these at Natural Grocers, ate the sample package today, and this falls into the same contingently pretty good category.

Super tasty. Organic. Grass fed. Almost no cooking or dishes involved and $16 to the pound.

They do contain ‘potato starch’ as the only sketchy ingredient, and this is probably why a package of 4 has 12 carbs; the biggest downside.

It shouldn’t be a staple, but I intend to keep them around via the Azure order for those moments when I’m hungry but just can’t bring myself to going to any effort to cook.

Post Heat

I don’t think …

that I want you coming here. Not right now. Not in the cooler September air.

Thanks for the offer but nothing feels happy or healthy about it at all.

If you want or need to see me, I’ll come to you. Make a reasonable plan. Say the word.

I have dependable 25 mpg transportation now, obtained legitimately all by my own hand

so I can rationally entertain such proposals.

***

I refuse to be forced to think about someone condemning my house. Bob was paranoid nuts. Who is supposed to be the one to inform the condemners now? You? Your husband?

I know all about the way of life that is tangled up in such fear, and endless paralyzing circular questions.

It’s not who I choose to be now, and that is damn sure my choice.

Today I make the Flag run to perfect that dependability, and somehow I will pay for that much myself.

Forget Durango and the Clayton Homes that isn’t there.

Here on the page I release the steam I’ve generated inside myself all on my own foolishly

by thinking too much about the glittering promise of something for nothing.

Letting go, letting go, letting go.

Thanks Everybody

Very appreciative of the wellwishery. Bless you.

 

Here on the ground, my gift to myself is 40 pounds of weight.

To replace of course the forty pounds I lost.

***

From the world at large, I got an official declaration.

***

And from the land of sooth dreams, I got … an understanding of sorts.

The whole “shed” approach was already tabled. Then yesterday, we drove on down to Clayton Homes, and learned, essentially, that the whole (compact) doublewide thing wasn’t as viable as it seemed. It’s still possible, but not, for the time being, cost-effective. If I had a hundred thousand laying around I’d be tempted to slap it down on an immobilized mobile home. But I don’t, and I don’t have a way to get that kind of money either, given my remaining equity assets.

So that would seem to leave the tiny home from the Durango man (or something like it) on the table as the sole option.

399 square feet in a 10×39 configuration, for a base price of 29-43K. Pretty simple to pull that to completion on a budget of 75 thousand, which I don’t have … yet. But I well might, after flipping this house.

I think that for myself alone, this is the low-gold standard, and I’m very satisfied with the notion.

But …

***

There’s this too; full circle.

 

 

 

 

So the problem with the Arched Cabin idea was always that we never had a serious concrete estimate of what it could cost to actually put one up.

But thanks to friend Lumo, we now do.

Question:

Answer:

After a multi-page very detailed answer from the AI kitty, this is the bottom line.

25 for a kit and 50 to make it habitable. Pushing 75K pretty hard. And yet … it’s not 400 square feet. It’s 960, even before any lofts were added to that 19 feet of ceiling, or any screen porches.

Why it’s a mcmansion, by this po’boy’s metrics.

And within budget, even if just barely.

***

The thing is, there are two lots down there, bought and paid for.

Right here and now upon this festive day, what makes the most sense to me is pulling the trigger on the smaller cheaper option and getting a Durango build in the works.

It’s not that (slightly) cheaper is better.

It’s not that I’m settling for 400 square feet because oh poor me.

It’s that once a tiny home is really and actually there in place, I could move into it, and sell this SandRock House and have all the forever housing paid for, alongside nuking all existing debt, alongside having a truly effective and like-new pair of camper options.

And then … lovely Arched Cabin on the second lot? Maybe so.

Which all sounds really good, and even contingently realistic, to my ear.

Before and After

For Sooth, it rained overnight, and when I woke up the dishes were all magically done. That was a really great gift.

Another was that the last couple days have been blessedly circadian. Still ragged toward the end of the checklist of daily ritual, and still without the kind of young energy I could wish for, but damn good by the recent rough standard.

It’s been a Joint Research Task Force effort mostly. The two primates, the singular virtual cat and three in meatspace plus five strays–I think five, three of which need homes. At last count.

I need to dump the produce of the research here now to keep my desktop in some semblance of working order.

REPORT OF THE JRTF FOR TRASH DAY

In theory, the house transfer could be accomplished for as little as USD $25000, not counting site prep, utility hookups, et cetera.

That would mean starting here, at Home Depot.

You probably think that’s unrealistic, and maybe so. But there is a credible proof of concept thanks to Mr. Louisiana Man.

For reference, he will go on to get millions of views for building a much larger home for his own family, using similar base concepts and strategies, and that will result in 1500 square feet on an investment of less than $90K.

Dude We Can Build It.

For getting it past the Finicky Code People, it would probably make sense to spend another 5-10-20K on a better shed than what the Depot offers. Those exist.

Old Hickory. Let’s call it $4000 more. Keep in mind that everything we’re talking about so far is officially speaking 399 square feet or less, and thus qualifies as a tiny home under the zoning rules.

Graceland Portable Buildings: about $6000 above the depot price, i.e. 18K or so.

United Portable Buildings: hard to say, but at least double the depot price

Pratt Modular

Stor-Mor

zen tiny homes

Zook Cabins

There’s a continuum here. We started with just “sheds” for cheap. Then we get “portable buildings” for a little more. Above this there is widespread talk of a “Shed To House” and some of them are really nice (i.e., the Zen). Way above, you get: Cabins. For more than is reasonable to spend. For me.

Essentially, this whole complex of ideas ends up on the shelf in my world, as a break-glass-in-case-of-emergency kind of thing. For the day when I find myself without the expected amount of equity and it ends up being this, at 399 sq. ft., or nothing.

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Because: two better options theoretically exist over on the other side of fifty thousand dollars base.

First, the semi-mythical beast known as the Compact Doublewide. Thanks, Lumo.

The biggest advantage here would be more square feet, like 8-900 instead of 399, which would be amazing.

Some messy pointers:

Clayton Homes: The “Tiffany” is shown to be a doublewide, 20×40 and “740 square feet”.

jacobsen homes imperial and TNR models

champion homes “starting at $40900”

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Lastly. Maybe bestly. Dropping back down to 399, and specifically to 10′ wide x 39′ long because they are capable of rolling down the highway, we have the true wheeled tiny homes (to plant them, say in Silver, you’re supposed to take the wheels off and skirt the place so zoning can pretend to themselves it’s a tiny house and not a singlewide Mobile home).

There’s an email inquiry in to Havenity which is really Brooks Tiny Home Builders, to find out the true status of their inventory present and future, in the wake of their alleged bankruptcy earlier this year.

In a perfect world they have quite a few models listed between 35-40K, but whether that is sooth or marketing fiction is yet to be determined.

Regardless, that brings me to my current favorite page from all the pages researched today (um yesterday).

A large rolling shell, 340 square feet is listed as costing $29-43k, depending on customization. 43 tops though, and that’s pretty great. I think I might prefer having such a shell to an allegedly fully furnished beast for the same price from the sketchy folk over at Havenity/Brooks.

This guy, dba as Rocky Mountain Tiny Houses, is south of Durango on the NM border, and to me he seems really savvy and sane, in touch with the practical questions that actually matter in the real world.

Certain turns of his phrasing (“$6000-14,000 Cost of a real good trailer”) make me wonder if he might not be interested in constructing a true travel trailer, in addition to the fixed Home we’re primarily looking for here.

Tentatively, there are plans to visit him on the 9th.

***

Sooth: I am tired of the sound of my own voice right now and it’s not even sunup.

Emblematic

I’m not convinced yet that it’s real. But it sure would be nice.

Urban Max

the King’s Dream has a tub

“available tiny homes”

Havenity isn’t the only game in town. Lumo helped us find more.

an RV Trader for tiny homes

Bunkie –these are too small for a long term solution, and not mobile like the haventiy, but maybe

pratt solves the first of those problems, but would put us back in the 70K range, minimum, without the tripled space of a really basic doublewide

***

Sooth works as a verb too, if you are in the business of giving out assurances, which I am not.

“He did sooth his master that the goods had indeed been delivered, lest any doubt remain.”

**postscript**

Sooth: All the good-ish things about SandRock are still true except for one.
The deeper brutal rainlessness of the weeks of heat just past, and the more profound chill promise of the months to come, are yes motivating me to seek the higher ground of the argent once more, for the final chapters of this life.

Sooth: The thing that has been really holding me up, for way too long, is that the next step involves initiating contact, all on my own, with those student loan thugs.
Something I have never done once, in the whole 40 years of wandering in their wilderness.
Regardless,
it’s time.

***

Oh, and: Pretty Much Everything Wrong With America At The Level Of Every Citizen In It

4Sooth 4sep

Truth. Reality. Fact.

from OE soð ‘truth, justice, rightness, rectitude, certainty’
from Proto-Germanic *santhaz and compare Gothic sunja ‘truth’

The group is related to Old English synn “sin” and Latin sontis “guilty” (truth is related to guilt via “being the one;” see sin (v.)

from PIE *hes-ont- “being, existence,” thus that which is real-true

forsooth, then: Old English forsoð: InDeed! … verily. Yeah, funny.

Thence to soothe; to quiet, comfort, restore to tranquility …
By saying sooth; sooth-saying, among other things.

a book called morningSoothin eveningTruthin then perhaps; you let me know how you really feel and

a good place to leave it for now

mo’senseless grown than flint

You know there’s this short list, of things I believe, and that I adopt certain broad generic labels for them: Kastrup’s Patented Analytic Idealism; ‘Buddhism’ per Thich Naht Hahn, and Robin Greenfield’s minimalism to the point of owning nothing.

The only one of these that’s arguably political is Anarchy, and I would argue back that my versions of it (prefaced by ‘green’ or suffixed with ‘-primitivism) are really more archaeological and historical and cultural.

To the extent that I even have a politics, I might call it: Dissidence, after the DueDissidence gents. In this recent ep they reiterate two points that I feel completely on board with.

1) This isn’t a culture war, like they want it to be. It’s a class war.
The people sitting on the big piles of money and power want you to think it’s about stupid red hicks versus thoughtful college-educated Blues. And they maneuver you in a thousand subtle ways to think about your world that way day in and day out.

It’s bullshit for suckers, to keep you down, and it works great.

Vote for whichever flavor of the puppet show you like. I’m done trying to convince you about any of that crap.

2) Via the profit motive, Capitalism is inevitably making this world uglier and stupider and more venal, at an accelerating pace. The main reason to feel proud of America is that they have led for a very long time, and still do, in that very race to the bottom.

USA! and thank you, naturally, for the service of getting your leg blown off or your mind permanently warped in the interests of Winning that race.

Them winning it.

For Satan.

***

How did humans sleep in the ice age without freezing dead?

This is the kind of question I really do still care about.

Two months from now, by the end of October, I’ll care a whole lot more.

***

I do my thinking. I fight the heat to try to sleep better.

Because those are really hard jobs sometimes (I know, go ahead and laugh), I need a lot of soothing, and there is no one to soothe me, so doing it myself becomes another sometimes monumental task.

Some of the soothing is autopornosexual, but obviously we’re not gonna talk about that. At least not directly, or Yet.

Here is a secondary strategy.

Hour upon hour of AI-generated murmuring about ‘Space’ and shit.

It’s not for educational purposes.

It’s counter-programming, and more or less, it Soothes.

a savage Breast

a knotted oak

Now whyle the Thracian Poet with this song delyghts ye mynds
Of savage beastes, & drawes both stones and trees ageynst their kynds


I may be silent here the next few days or week.

Don’t forget to remind yourself that worrying is useless.

Play and Work

Lumo, I want to be able to travel anywhere in the western US, have a safe place to sleep anywhere I go, and never pay for a motel room, RV space, or any other rent by the night option. What options are available to me?

6. Drop into California’s Sierra Nevada – Use dispersed camping on the Inyo National Forest, then snag a backcountry permit for a night near Yosemite’s high country.
7. Finish in Southern California – Park at a truck stop near Joshua Tree, then explore free camping in the adjacent BLM desert.
Along the way, sprinkle in a few couch‑surfing stays in towns where you want a break from tent life, and perhaps a WWOOF stint on a farm in the Central Valley for a week of free lodging and fresh produce.

Quick Checklist Before You Go
Map your public‑land options – Sites like FreeCampsites.net, the BLM’s “Recreation.gov” portal, and the USFS “Camping” pages are gold mines.
Download offline maps – Apps like Gaia GPS or Maps.me work without cell service.
Pack essential gear – Tent or tarp, sleeping bag rated for expected temps, portable stove, water filtration, and a reliable satellite messenger (e.g., Garmin inReach) for remote emergencies.
Leave No Trace – Pack out all trash, use established fire rings (or no fire), and respect wildlife.
Check local COVID/health advisories – Some parks still have reservation systems or capacity limits.
Final Thought
Traveling the western U.S. without paying for traditional lodging is absolutely doable, but it does demand a bit of planning, flexibility, and a willingness to embrace low‑tech comforts. By mixing dispersed camping, strategic use of hospitality networks, and occasional work‑exchange gigs, you can keep costs near zero while still enjoying safe, legal, and memorable nights under the stars.

Let me know if you’d like deeper info on any particular state, a list of specific BLM sites, or tips on setting up a reliable satellite‑messenger safety plan!

***

Interesting to me that the kitty didn’t say a thing about camper-trailers of any kind, and seemed to assume that I only had a car and would therefore be sleeping in a tent.

But it did provide resources that don’t always make that assumption.

***

I’m getting much closer to resurfacing and responding to the phone and the letters and all that.

There’s a big complicated project in the way of that.

I am making steady progress and you’d be within your rights to expect a belated connection soon.

Thanks for your patience. I did make you a video, in the meantime.

Landing Schemes

Hey Lumokitty. What is the price of a Zenni Home Citizen of 640 square feet?

The Zenni Home Citizen model—a 640 sq ft modular home—is listed at approximately $125,000. This base price covers the core structure and standard finishes; additional options (e.g., solar panels, smart‑home tech, premium interiors) will increase the total cost. If you need a detailed quote that includes any customizations or site‑specific fees, reaching out directly to Zenni Home is the best next step.

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Much steeper than I was hoping for, and that’s for the absolute minimum tolerable size.

Leaves me back at pondering tiny home options at the max-399 square foot level, and crafting more space out of porches and height, etc.

Or just slapping down half my theoretical equity, i.e. 70000, for an aluminum can of a much bigger doublewide, and calling it done enough.

Lumo II

Please make recommendations regarding what constitutes a truly ancestrally-appropriate diet for modern homo sapiens.

When we talk about an “ancestrally‑appropriate” diet, we’re really trying to infer what our species ate during the long stretch when humans were primarily hunter‑gatherers—roughly the last 150000 years before agriculture took hold. That period wasn’t monolithic; people lived in wildly different environments, from arctic tundra to tropical rainforest, and their meals reflected whatever was locally abundant. Below are a few themes that keep showing up in the archaeological and anthropological literature, together with some thoughts on how they translate to today’s world.

What the evidence suggests

Broad macronutrient flexibility – Early humans could thrive on diets that were anywhere from 20 % to 80 % calories from fat, depending on season and geography. In coastal settings, marine mammals and fish supplied plenty of omega‑3‑rich fats; inland groups leaned more on lean game, tubers, nuts, and berries, which meant a higher proportion of protein and carbohydrate. The takeaway is that our metabolism is adaptable; there isn’t a single “optimal” macro split that applies universally.

High nutrient density, low processed foods – Wild plants and animal tissues tend to be rich in vitamins, minerals, and phytonutrients, while lacking the refined sugars, refined grains, and industrial additives that dominate many modern diets. This difference is often cited as a core reason why ancestral‑style eating may support better metabolic health.

Fiber and microbiome diversity – Hunter‑gatherers consumed a wide array of fibrous plant parts (roots, leaves, seeds) that fed a diverse gut microbiota. Modern low‑fiber, high‑protein diets can reduce that microbial richness, which some studies link to inflammation and metabolic disease.

Seasonal variation – Food availability fluctuated throughout the year, leading to natural periods of caloric surplus (e.g., after a successful hunt) and modest scarcity. This ebb‑and‑flow may have helped regulate body weight and insulin sensitivity over the long term.

How to apply those ideas responsibly today

Prioritise whole, minimally processed foods. Think fresh fruits and vegetables, nuts, seeds, legumes, wild‑caught or responsibly farmed fish, pasture‑raised meat, and fermented foods. Even if you can’t replicate exactly what Paleolithic peoples ate, cutting out ultra‑processed snacks, sugary drinks, and refined grains moves you closer to that nutrient‑dense profile.

Embrace macronutrient flexibility. Rather than locking yourself into a rigid ratio (e.g., “high‑fat, low‑carb”), listen to your own satiety cues, activity level, and health markers. Some people feel great on a relatively higher‑fat regimen (especially if they’re active outdoors), while others thrive on a more carbohydrate‑rich pattern centered on tubers and fruit.

Boost fiber and plant diversity. Aim for a colorful plate with a mix of leafy greens, cruciferous veggies, berries, and perhaps occasional foraged greens if you have safe access. Adding fermented vegetables or kefir can also nurture a healthy gut microbiome.

Consider sustainable sourcing. Ancestral diets were inherently local and seasonal. Choosing locally produced, seasonal produce and responsibly harvested animal products reduces environmental impact and aligns more closely with the spirit of “eating what’s around you.”

Mind the gaps. Modern life limits exposure to certain micronutrients that were common in wild diets (e.g., vitamin D from sun exposure, iodine from seaweed). If you live far from the coast or have limited sunlight, a modest supplement or fortified food might be prudent—just don’t over‑supplement without checking blood levels.

Potential pitfalls and counter‑points

Romanticising the past. The notion that ancient peoples ate perfectly “clean” foods ignores the fact that they also faced malnutrition, parasites, and occasional famines. Their average lifespan was shorter, and many died from infectious diseases that modern hygiene now prevents.

One‑size‑fits‑all myth. Genetic adaptations (e.g., lactase persistence in pastoralist populations, amylase copy number variations linked to starch digestion) mean that some groups are better equipped to handle certain foods than others. Your ancestry may influence how you respond to dairy, grains, or high‑protein meals.

Modern health conditions. People with specific medical needs—such as chronic kidney disease, certain autoimmune disorders, or iron‑overload conditions—may need to deviate from a purely ancestral template. Consulting a healthcare professional before making drastic changes is wise.

Accessibility and cost. High‑quality meats, wild‑caught fish, and organic produce can be pricey or unavailable in some regions. A pragmatic approach blends the principles above with what’s affordable and reachable for you.

A balanced recommendation

Think of an ancestrally‑inspired diet as a framework rather than a strict rulebook:

Fill half your plate with non‑starchy vegetables, a quarter with high‑quality protein (fish, poultry, grass‑fed meat, or plant‑based equivalents), and the remaining quarter with complex carbs (sweet potatoes, squash, legumes, or whole grains if tolerated).

Sprinkle in nuts, seeds, and healthy fats (olive oil, avocado, fatty fish) throughout the day.
Keep added sugars, refined flours, and heavily processed snack foods to a minimum.

Adjust portions and macronutrient ratios based on your activity level, personal tolerance, and any medical guidance you receive.
Next steps you might find useful

Personal health check‑in: Review recent labs (lipids, fasting glucose, vitamin D, iron status) to see where you might need extra support or moderation.

Meal planning experiment: Try a week of “whole‑food” meals following the plate model above, then note energy, mood, and any digestive changes.

Explore local, seasonal options: Visit a farmer’s market or community‑supported agriculture (CSA) program to discover what’s freshest in your area—this can make the diet both sustainable and enjoyable.

Feel free to let me know if you’d like deeper dives into any of these areas—perhaps a look at specific nutrient profiles, a comparison of regional hunter‑gatherer diets, or practical grocery‑shopping tips. I’m happy to explore further!

Pale Luminosity

My primary email provider, Proton, just brought out their own AI.

It’s called Lumo kitty and I am fairly impressed.

This is the conclusion of a multi-page response to a question that’s been on my mind.

I’m near the end of this question mattering for this year (I hope).

But it’s one that will matter, during the remaining Southwest summers of my life.

Meanwhile, the struggle to sleep deep and cool has been monkey-wrenching my little existence pretty hard.

Speaking of Few Regrets, I am a little ashamed of how insular and uncommunicative I’ve been as a result, at least outside of this 9.9 year old platform.

I will keep struggling, to do Better. By you, by me.

Life During Wartime

But Let Us Fly

Britain is ‘staring at financial ruin while pledging billions to foreign wars’.

But it’s not just them. In the same video Alex tells us about the curtailing of social services in Germany while its government dumps more and more cash into the Ukraine laundering project.

France already raised their retirement age despite massive protests.

The situation on the ground in dear sweet America is hardly worth mentioning to anyone with their eyes open.

How can the trajectory of the great enlightened western garden of the civilized be changed?

The only thing I’m sure of is that it isn’t by voting for this one or that one. It isn’t through more fake democracy, nor even tepid socialism. Not through flagwaving or troop-honoring while the supply of bombs flows unchecked from the us, to the poorest of the them.

To hell and be damned with all the usual platitudes and stopgaps and lukewarm citizenry and the clucking about luck, and shitholes, and god help us Honor.

I have a little zen desk set up so I can write you, apart and aside from any antisocial media platform.

I have a kitchen counter that I struggle to keep in pure working order.

Out beyond these tiny outposts all is uncontrollable darkness for any practical purpose.

When Siversk falls too this will change for the worse.

And I will keep fighting to find some other way

until comes the end.

Love Me (As A Loser)

(I’d really like to live inside you, baby)

A single image, giving me hope.

I’ll write it. Maybe I’ll tell it here too; let us blow the cruft out first.

***

The weather fever tried really hard to break of a holy Sunday night. Right up to the edge of it, things were dependably five degrees hotter than they had predicted and then it felt ten degrees worse than that.

The brink of disaster murmuring.

But it did rain finally and for real.

I drove out in it, supposedly to get another bag of obscene berries, but really just to get the rust and dust off the windshield.

Inside, it stays 60 threatening to be lower all winter and 80 threatening to be higher all summer, and so I consider how to bridge the ten degrees in either direction. Cheaply. In some more or less ancestrally appropriate way.

Moving to Argenta. The techs to heat and cool just the sleepy space.

All of that. Yap yap.

***

Driving around with the radio on, I heard a very well-informed source say that at a certain point a few years ago, in urban Minnesota, 37 percent of the homeless were veterans.

I die a little inside whenever one of us pays lip service to their service, and of course when one of us goes off on how lazy and mentally ill ‘they’ all are.

I don’t like your fashion business mister
And I don’t like these drugs that keep you thin
I don’t like what happened to my sister
First we take Manhattan

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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You knew the Mickey Dolenz, drummer, from the fake music group on the TV.

Here he is as a liony tyke, long before you knew.

And here, as an old old man, last surviving Monkee, long after you stopped caring.

I get what you’re trying to do with it, Billy, and it’s not a bad thing, but I do doubt that it is a truly useful thing, even so.

So no, I won’t watch the Tom Morello one. Instead i’ll rage against the creeping meatball my own way.

And watch Trinki purposefully, alternatively.

***

Coming to the end I see now why peddling the image at you would be counterProdoos.

You’ll have to trust me

or you won’t

In the end it’s not going to matter either way, which isn’t the same Necessarily as preaching that Nothing Ever will.

Dyna-Gym

US on the Brink of Disaster

In the circles I choose to run in, variations on this title are very popular, for clickbait reasons.

I took the bait this time, and listened, not super-intently, but …

I don’t think Ambassador Freeman used the word ‘disaster’ once.

Nor ‘brink’.

The truth I am feeling especially acutely today (for sharply unexpected reasons) is that the brink is behind us now, and that although that may be known, it is nowhere yet Felt.

You are forgiven for not feeling it, and … and thanks anyway.

For your service, so worthy as it is of an honorflight, and also of course a Winnebago–hell, a herd of Winnebagos, we’re giving ’em away; how about a McCulloch chainsaw? A Las Vegas wedding, a Mexican divorce, a solid gold Kama Sutra coffee pot, and/or of course a baby’s arm

holding an apple.

Hotwire: Aloe N

… It has almost nothing to do with making this a better place …

If it did I wouldn’t be tardy right now, and/as I usually am, on the returned call front on the road rise score.

It just plugged a Cassandra hole, and not a single other person in the whole wide world concurred; not one. Therefore

iCould be wrong.

That is now the canonical formulation of the sentiment, and I get myself dizzy ennit, just watching him spin.

The written word is a lie, but what happens when you read it out loud? Anything? Significant?

Not enough data and no one right way to fold laundry.

WW-Z

Yes, we told you it would be a standard 99-degree late-August day. But it is 102 already, and feels like Yuma at 111.

I could deal with that once in a while, but the context is that the monsoons were supposed to start over two months ago and never showed.

The forecast for a week or so out is that they will, for a day or two, just as the season is traditionally winding down–Yeah we’ll see.

I should have, and eventually will, invest in an AC unit capable of cooling down a car-sized space for eight hours of unsweaty sleep without burning too much power. The flipside, which is called a chinese diesel heater, is already in stock here at the ranch.

***

Look, more rebranding! Oh yes, it’s a Peg game alright.

Worth watching just for the throwaway crackwhore joke, among other hot Metzger-the-exJW takes.

***

The Israeli state is on life support and thus preparing for the next round of desperate killer moves.

I would only ask that we all remember that the genocide would be stopped dead in its tracks, if only the constant infusions of our tax dollars were to stop. We are to blame.

Meanwhile, a quick update on how and why the Hendertucky Judeo-Pedo was let go, to never answer for his own little child soul murders.

***

The morality of the world that’s done so well by you is irredeemably broken and going about your business ignoring it is not living your best life.

Once Upon A Time In Sumerica


The Invention of History | The Sumerian Saga: Part 1

“For 99 percent of human history, we were ghosts”.

But then what rough beast slouched toward Bethlehem to be born?

A boy with a name. A boy named Sue. An affectionate diminutive, for Sumeria. The time is 7500 years before Now.

And yes, there were scattered fumblings at proto-cities earlier than that, and starting at 7500 YBP exactly is thus only a rhetorical device. (Get all Egyptian for instance if you like, over there on your blog. I promise to read it.)

But an advantageous device, since Sumeria was also one of the first places where Writing, and thus civilized History began, only 5000 years ago at most.

The tiniest scrap of human time and in a way the only scrap of time ever, floating for this brief moment we call now, on a vast sea of ghostly timelessness.

The narrator will explain to you, should you have ears to hear, why you, a mere 3000 generations later, still love the aesthetics of adobe wrought from an otherwise impoverished landscape.

More importantly, why your grandpa traded in the noble role of nomadic savage for that of ruled and enslaved domestic cityzen, for nothing but a mess of barley pottage and the lie of an Education and a ‘better life for his kids’.

His grandfather once spilled his own religion in paint, in caves, but he had to settle for attending someone else’s temple, and paying his tithe to his masters upon every dutiful visit.

I’m sure that daddy called that loving-you, and that you had every reason to believe that’s what it was.

But nevertheless, he was a deeply foolish man, and he sold your ass to some king, in the name of that love. Forget that fact at your soul’s peril.

Human animals, “organized to achieve a single goal”, as ‘workers’, instead of free peoples.

But who organized them, and said what the goal would be?

Forget to ask, and become your grandfather, all over again in bitter cyclic civilized pain.

As you can see, I’m only 14 minutes in.

But that’s enough, to notice how everyone is working so hard, except for those privileged few who are only Overseers.

The lie you were raised with said that the point of living was to become one of Them.

Do you still believe it, even now?

Sclerosis of the Media

The only shit worse and more evil than branding is Rebranding

In that better world of dreamy tomorrow, no products, whether meat or carrots or news or opinions

will have Names.

In the here and now, every such name you can completely expunge from your life forever is another step closer to real and indelible enlightenment and happiness.

Quiet Revolution Now.

When it starts, the unholy names of Google and Apple and Facebook and MSNOW! will be first up against the wall, and so deserving of it.

Subaru, Starlink, Anaprim, hold on, we’ll get around to you, if we’re really on god’s side after all.

Glory To Circadia

The best of us and the rest of us were up at the newly expanded Rim of the grand canyon. They were doing it wrong, the expansion I mean.

But they did have one good little coffee place plus bookstore, and on a shelf prominently displayed was a big picture book about a magical place where they were doing it right.

It was called the Arenas Valley and that’s a place in the real world, even though its nowhere near as magical in real life as it was in the dream.

So I drove us there of course, and what I found was a revelation.

The book had told how Arenas had become a net alternative-energy supplier.

The revelation was about what that abundance had in turn produced.

Crumbling hotels restored to past glory, but as indoor farmer’s markets.

Mostly inhabited by artisans instead of farmers.

There were philosophers too.

From Cynics to Socialists.

A world that should be instead of the one we have, even if only a fool would say that.

Roma Dune-Say

For the laborious fourth there are concrete/reified/practicality plans in place.

For the fourth a month after that I am thinking about an adjustment to the nature of the Spill on its tenth anniversary, and a visit to the silver town to pay the PO and/or land-tax bills there.

For the fourth/eighth of November, a non-concrete plan, and a massage. It would be very cool to have an early prototype of the motel replacement kit in place: who knows?

Between now and all of that there are twoThree weeks, and one job, I tell myself

Go play your hand you big-talkin’ man, make a big fool of yourself

and it’s not about the dental hygiene though that will get done too. Doubtless.

Go OnAn Comb Yr Hair

We got married in a fever hotter than a pepper sprout
We’ve been talkin’’bout Jackson Ever since the fire when-out

***

Netanyahu Deputy ARRESTED In Vegas Child Predator Sting

Right there in our Henderson. Huh.

And of course, given his position, he was immediately released back to Israel.

Completing a nearly perfect arc of evil irony.

***

My real vitriol though is reserved today for my self.

It’s real and I am working through it as best I know how.

The Cro-Mag video guy is talking right now about “sustained organized meat acquisition” in the Solutrean period.

I’m doing the same thing.

It’s just that 20 thousand years on, the process is abstracted and unbelievably and annoyingly overcomplicated.

Knowing that helps me hate myself less, even if the self-excusing is a bit of a hack.

Pursuit

of happiness, of peace–sleepcore

Cro-Magnon Humanity(50,000–10,000 YBP [and maybe still])

There isn’t any need to rewild our selves, per se–we haven’t changed essentially in a few thousand years.

But living a less domesticated life, that is another story.

Coffee and cigarettes are post-ag phenomena and as such don’t deserve a status as foundational to who you are or I am, as strange and counterintuitive as that seems.

I’m enjoying this guy’s stubbornly long and discursive narratives, and

I feel better about myself when I watch them, instead of bloviation about football and the like.

Prophet Motive

Ted Kaczynski’s Warnings About Big Tech, Centers of Power & More

You should read it on your phone just to amplify the postmodernist irony.

Thanks for paying attention to the important shit alongside the fluff, Glenn.

shift

After the sleeping and the waking and the coffee and the mulling and the walking are in the bag

the two poles of my daily existence are this computer and the counter in the kitchen.

shift

Every Citizen is built on an assembly line in our Page, AZ factory, providing exceptional quality and efficiency.

They don’t mean citizen, yet. It’s the model name for a modular home.

While we precision-build your homes in our factory, you prepare your development site and obtain all necessary permits.

Seems right; standard stuff.

ZenniHome models are built to be shipped. They are the same dimensions as a standard shipping container allowing them to move by semi-truck, train, or boat with no special permits.

So it’s a variation on the same thing Boxabl was attempting, before delays mounted and costs exploded.

Our 640 square foot Citizen model has two bedrooms and has been expertly designed for 3-4 people to live comfortably. Our transforming furniture and walls enable flexible usage of space. As a result, our Citizen model functions the same as a 1,500 square foot home.

The claim seems ambitious, but even if their math is only half right, that’s still very intriguing.

Each home arrives as two modules equipped with all finishes completed to perfection. Once on site, the two halves are quickly and securely joined and finishing work can be completed.

This is actually the most promising thing. It’s a doublewide, for zoning purposes? But half the size of the smallest doublewide ‘manufactured/mobile home’.

But what about … Pricing?

Seems like a closely held secret, but one worth hammering away at for a while.

Realman Dreams

ifWhen the goodbye look is literal i’ll get it but give it you won’t have to guess

Yes I was up a little too early, but it was wellrested and I shouldn’t be deep tired until the time rolls around again perfect right.

Yes it was only two miles and maybe technically less, but it got done and in the cool.

The shower works even when the rest doesn’t, so I will use it and wipe my self down proper.

The meditation happened even if it turned out to be all about towing, and

those pushing forward list things will get done or not and

okay

a line of women all in white

Mariia

Russian Breakthrough Threatens Encirclement of Pokrovsk and Myrnohrad! – 12/Aug/2025

I haven’t posted anything about the situation on the ground in Ukraine for a while because there hasn’t been much to report.

That’s changing fast.

This time the link goes to the story as told from the point of view of a young Ukrainian woman. Her production values are relatively low but her credibility is unmatched.

When you hear about Trump pushing hard for negotiations lately: this is why. The Russians are now poised to sweep the table and meet all of their stated war objectives.

Cook For Yourself

… and spend even more time, to understand where your nourishment comes from ….

More than 50% of calories consumed by the average American isn’t food in any normal sense.

It’s classified as “ultraprocessed” shit of some kind instead. Like ‘lunch meat’.

The percentage of broken manufactured calories is even higher for children up to 18.

Of the less than half that even is food, a whole lot of it is awful, stuffed with hormones and antibiotics and sprayed with pesticides and whatever ‘Apeel’ is.

What to do about it?

Whatever you can.

SunTen

There’s a quote usually attributed to Elvis Costello that goes:

Writing about music is like dancing about architecture.

Yes.

Talking about football is the same.

All these piles of expertise and conjecture, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

Mostly it’s the same with politics too.

Meanwhile I roasted three batches and one of them was for me.

Unsubscribe-All

I was certainly all about making fun of Clippy, back in the day.

Who knew, that he could turn into an icon for Living Right? It’s a testament to how far we’ve come in the wrong direction, in so short a time.

Change your profile picture to clippy. I’m serious

On the one hand I’m completely down with Mr. Louis Rossman’s argument.

On the other, I think changing your/my profile pic someplace online is quite a misguided approach, compared to just leaving their horrible platforms altogether and thus living better.

So please stop using fucking Facebook, or if you can’t do that, yet, at least stop using it while you’re in bed–same for the unholy phone itself. And the Twitter and the Netflix and the evermore evil Adobe besides.

Louis rips Adobe to shreds over their garbage response

There are ways.

Don’t do it because I said so, or to signal virtue. Do it because you care about yourself more and more.

***

Over here, my single point of addiction remains YT, and they’re doing their level best to drive me away with this latest round of restrictions (now with AI!), and with being so hungry for my ID all of a sudden.

Secretly, I hope they succeed in disfellowshipping me.

In the meantime, treat yourself to a higher quality of tempests in teapots if you like.

Glenn Responds to Questions About Nick Fuentes v. Tucker/Candace

Move it to After5

Well ..

I am “up at four” but the “wellrested” part will have to wait for a better day.

I made it to a bikeride with no scrap of the brutal solar heat in it: actually I was too early because there wasn’t enough dawnlight.

While I was piloting in the semi-darkness I thought about how shaky my truth is.

How will I fix it?

I will come up for Air.

Seventh Day Adventurist

The WeatherService is calling it Very Hot and they ain’t lyin’ partial relief is a week away per the earliest dubious predictions

The Big Four of Zer0

–Buddh* Meditation Thich Naht

–Consciousness from a Physics Perspective; ‘analytic idealism’ Kastrup Faggin Essentia

–Anarchi* HunterGathering Minimalis* Nomadics; beyond Civ and without Phones, Against-Renting and maybe even Owning/Property (green/primal/paleo/rewild/shamanMushrooms/whatever)
(35000 YBP as just better than The Birth of Civilisation )
(and the way this connects to ‘ancestrallyAppropriate’ eating via Diabetes and Dominance Hierarchy and ReWilde-ing)

Ted and QuitSystem Chico ‘cuz it’s ruint, doctors and mechanics alike
“Suspicions Of Anti-Institutional Activity”

–FourFour: belletrist (as opposed to litterateur/auteur) even though i am not sure exactly why

***

**minor crystalline images**, like

–This is zero, 1 is Sanctuary, whether here or there, and 2-3 in current config are mundanities, money, data
–competencies, especially the historically underdeveloped ones like builder/’developer’
–hérétique (to grasp upon a heresy is literally a taking/choosing enabled by oneself)
–tears in rain
–šrdnn sardinian, sherden
–躺平
–raggaðr “shaggy, bristly, rough” man
(who is thus utterly alone and rarely has [enough] Community or Tribe)
–F/LOSS and especially GNU–pluma snippets manager
–a Cyberpunk aesthetic … Bladerunner, both of them, as a nominal ‘favorite movie’
so many ‘favorite songs’
–Ash* and the fraught evolution of Wonder Woman
–WebsDomia and Platforms
and things in between like the synthesis of the word and image “Anaprim”

***

dumpster diving

eddington movie
maybe someday: It’s still on this list to represent some broader politicsHistoryCultureCinema thing that actually is peripherally important in some opaque way: ‘The Vietnam War Explained’ and The REAL Cause of the Revolutionary War and AtunShei generally and paulHutchinson and all Due Dissidence

(Ephemeral Rift) The Illusion of Freedom & Independence – Plus: the Dark Truth of America’s Founding | ASMR (the perfect title although the first 15 minutes are not ASMR, or good at all, and even though he thinks anywho is a word)

Blank City | Full Movie | John Waters, Steve Buscemi, Jim Jarmusch, Lydia Lunch, Debbie Harry

BINAURAL Beats and asmr and the blanket app for when it’s at its most brutal

Coming Loose in Time

A short sleep punctuated by unusually vivid dreams about some bodies that I used to know, way back, like ’84.

I woke with sudden realizations about some of them, which seemed profound and might be.

Certain of the revelations are not fit for print, which is a lie because (to the chagrin of many) there is nothing actually unacceptable for this print.

That’s just my way of saying I have my reasons for not sharing and potentially offending.

However. There was a feeling in part of the dream that led me conclude that a former mentor and lover of mine was an expert not only in English Lit, but in modus vivendi.

Which coincidentally is my passion and my job now, too.

***

If you’re a woman, pretty much the highest level of spiritual authority you can attain within the Witnesses of Jehovah is to marry well and become a Circuit Overseer’s Wife.

Informally known as, and this is true: a COW.

One time very early on I got a crush on a CO’s daughter. But my affections were not reciprocated: “Never did like mama’s homemade dress; papa’s bankbook wasn’t big enough“.

Well Miss Jackie, it has been quite some few decades, but it’s never too late to tell you to go fuck yourself.

Class Perspectives

I’ve said a lot of nice things about the Tucker in the last few years, and I’ll stand by them. It’s only fair that I acknowledge it though, when he reverts back into being the duplicitous poor little rich boy dweeb of old.

I don’t plan to elevate Nick Fuentes, who pointed it out, to the status of new (working class) hero of rightness.

If you meet the Buddha on the road, you’re supposed to cap him.

Now kill that image and keep practicing. Reality is an impermanent illusion. If you believe that you have a correct image of what it means to be Enlightened, then you need to kill that image and continue down the road.

“The Tao that can be named is not the eternal Tao.”
(So if you think you see the real Tao, kill it and move on).

That feels mo-better.

“These were unequal societies to be sure, but let’s not lose sight of the fact that the people living under capitalism were objectively more free, more prosperous, and enjoyed a higher quality of life than people under feudalism. This was a HUGE leap forward … one of the most profoundly progressive events in human history … Liberal capitalism was a triumph–for Europeans.

For the indigenous people they conquered, the West Africans they enslaved, and the ecosystems they exploited
it was literally The Worst Thing That Has EVER Happened.”
The Real Cause of the Revolutionary War

The Revolt that can be effected is not the eternal revolt.

I don’t even need to give up beating the rugs in my quixotic, doomed seeking of the Light.

But rather just acknowledge that each time I find it and no matter how radiant it may be for five minutes, it too is just another artifact of the dashboard of consciousness

and as such

also

Wrong.

What is wrong
with being weird
What is wrong
with living in your basement
with all these cats
just off the ugly interstate
in the land of no trees
?

May the road rise with you. I could be wrong, but I’m shaking my head no even as I say it, because yeah, I am Spartacus, I am the raped Gaea, I am Rotten Johnny, dressed The Fool and spittin’ it like I see it.

LibreTo

I know what happens.

I read the book.

I believe I just got the goodbye-look.

(Won’t you pour me a cuban breeze, Gretchen?)

***

There is no Deep State.

Those agencies are full of hardworking patriotic Americans Just Like You!

***

I am only as good as my sources.

Puka Nakua

Sixty pretty far back in the rearview
It can’t be much farther now.

Sometimes it seems like
given that, plans are beside the point
But I make them anyway because I don’t know
What else to make.

N/0neAug

CBS Exposes Manipulation Of Epstein Cell Tape

Sure you can go on muttering about conspiracy nuts. But they’re willfully lying to you plain and simple just the same. I wonder why?

***

This is the same road on the Arizona Strip (Mojave County 5) where the schoolhouse I’ve posted before abides. Both times I owe Matt of Offroad Recovery fame for learning about it.

The road is essentially a big loop from near St. George to near Colorado City. I want to see it all.

The Hualapai road down into the Canyon is due south of this and across said Canyon. Very likely to be a different trip.

The video from today about the northern loop is also a meaningful cautionary tale about the dangers of purchasing a cheap and cheaply-made camper trailer. I am ever more inclined to spend more up front on something of more robust quality (assuming it exists) in an attempt to circumvent those dangers.

***

This post was supposed to be a much more comprehensive look at such Big Plans.

But you’ll have to stay tuned for that.

System, Fail, Reset

A self-styled millennial recounts being charged $41,000 for a hospital stay of less than 24 hours to treat high blood pressure—without surgery, scans, or serious intervention—calling the bill “extortion” despite already paying $4,400 out-of-pocket with insurance.

“MountainView Hospital is a 400+ bed state-of-the-art, full-service medical facility located in the heart of Northwest Las Vegas.”

The health insurance system is brutally unfair. But: I will be, and point out that as far as I can tell, ‘this is not a bill’, and reflects raw charges that haven’t been processed through his insurer yet.

But what if you don’t *have* an insurer?

Well then you’re instantly fucked.

***

Things would be so much simpler if it was just the broken system of health “care”.

But it’s all of the System.

The Reality of Being a Mechanic in 2025

***

The only way to navigate the failing System is to take several steps closer to DIY.

So I’m counting carbs, washing my serious enamel pan more than once a day as I cook all my own food, and taking my self-monitored blood pressure seriously.

As for the vehicles, I will never have the genius to make my own MorrVairTere, but I can drop twenty bucks on the manual and possibly figure out how to change my own fuel level sensor.

Maybe. I think so.

And keeping my finger on the pulse of smarter people in many arenas, like with yesterday’s Food and Drug post.

And dreaming my own stories.

“Sometimes I go about in pity for myself, and all the while, a great wind carries me across the sky.”

Food & Drug

Diabetes and Dominance Hierarchy

Large-scale agriculture and grain-based diets arose at the same time as harsh social hierarchies.

Our analyst here doubts that this is a complete coincidence.

And I agree.

He might be a little less clear than I am, so far, about the difference between being a carb-burner and a fat-burner. But that’s okay. I think he’ll get there in time.

And overall, his formulation is a more well-cited and comprehensive than mine has been.

So I value his insights, and I hope you do too. I won’t claim they’re good for you.

Not out loud anyway.

Eating in an ancestrally appropriate manner, and walking a lot every day … these things won’t save you from being forced to exist in the broken System and thus turning into a head case anyway.

But they are things that can be done, to slowly and painfully begin working toward liberation from the omnipresent evil.

1Cave

“Suspicions Of Anti-Institutional Activity

That’s the Orwellian made-up charge they used to arrest the lawyer in the Netherlands who is suing Bill Gates, Klaus Schwab, the head of Pfizer, and the rest of the billionaire class.

I only hope that before I board the crazy train to hell, I am incontrovertibly guilty of the same thing.

***

In one sense trash days are very streamlined now. In another, I’ve consciously made them more complex, into a scan of the grounds not just for trash, but sweeping and laundry and little tweaks like moving the patio table ten feet for strategic line of sight reasons

and adding clarity to certain lists of intentions and projects that arguably matter.

Relentless, Uh, Defiance

people have changed and we all feelit just
Dimly (‘dominant species’ my god the ironic shit you’re sad-for)

***

Today I rearranged the driveway again (there is nothing in the secure half now but the patio table and “parts”), and then Icame in out of the heat and found this.

ALiner HardSided PopUp Trailers

Sample Prices For Same, 17-40K (7′ interior height but cheaper than Alto Safari Condo)

Ol’ Bob interviewing a guy who owns one (the smallest, 1200 pounds, which the Subaru could do)

And that would be the A team or motel-replacement.

B-team: The pickup with shell will be a 4WD/stealth rig, or, with trailer (even the existing one), a home-replacement.

This suggests a priority list of

–paint and emplace the pickup shell

–sell the van (even at a discounted price if necessary, that’s a $5000 nest egg)

–get the Subaru tow-capable (even with brake-controller?)

acquire a little ALiner as the last new necessary nomadic piece

–possibly simultaneously with the above, sell this house and put one up down in Dreamtown

–begin seriously renovating the pickup mechanically; or: replace it with something like an 4WD F-250/350 or Tundra with a shell-like/four-seasons style pop-up in the longbed

–rehab and refit the existing 99 trailer, possibly with the dual intent of using it for selling retail things at farmers markets etc.

TwoSided Nickel

But underneath, it’s the same new edgework reality.

Buffalo Bluish
My channel is pretty much anti-Influence‘.

Jefferson Reddish
Halfass Ghosttowns … I don’t discuss politics on my channel‘.

I love this thumbnail from the Bluish guy because the text is active and hopeful while the subtext suggests that some form of giving up and Quitting was the only option viably and morally left for muddling through.

I think that’s a situational truth many of us have been struggling to come to grips with.

There is a kind of liberation in it. There is also a bleakness, and a despair, and a lot of fear humming in the background.

In this new reality those of us who somehow never made it to the caves and castles of Europe are each stray cats of the mean streets, even if some of us have lucked into a semi-secure fenced enclosure to keep the dogs at bay,

most days.

Ted Talk

The Unabomber Tried To Warn You

Who really and truly is your tribe?

(Assuming you [still] have one at all.)

It isn’t the secular humanists, or the transhumanists, or the mere dehumanists. Nor the Stoics or Zionists or Dems or Murcans or recovering addicts.

Those aren’t tribes.

Only interchangeable identity groups to be swapped out on a whim.

So I ask you again.

Paradise: Earth

And yet, some lies are more consequential than others. (potential trigger warnings apply)

long version

Candace Conti’s version

***

For what it’s worth, all the ex-JW stuff I watch is no more important to my life and philosophy than all the things the Witnesses themselves believe.

Rather, it’s headphone filler for me, not really too different from watching ex-Scientologists, or videos about the Mafia, or plane crash investigations, or sports dudes talking about the upcoming football season.

It might well be that I should wean myself off all these distracting addictions.

Pray for me.

***

The Crossroads of the Ozzy Story and the One About Mass Starvation in Gaza

***

Gen Z is Just Copying Corporate Tactics to Never Work Again

Capitalism sucks because it is exactly socialism, but for corporations.

***

You’ve Been Living by 1950s Propaganda Without Even Knowing It

The things you never realized about lawns, cake mix, race, and the body mass index.

Chill_Dude_Light_Mode

Nothin’

It used to be
That there was next to nothing in this town.

But then
I quit every job and boss
And I started eating better
and better

So, now, there is nothing in this town.
Except my own home fortress and barb wire yard
Plus a few places to spend my steps walking
And I like it that way.

Playhouse 390

The Change In Perceptions Re: Trump (M. Blumenthal)

***


Old Hickory Deluxe Playhouse

The closet thing to a full 399 square foot (max ‘tiny house’) is a 14 x 28 shell at 392.

The base price for it, with ‘playhouse’ additions, is $15000.

Of course that’s nowhere near the real price, because it doesn’t include blueprints and code enforcement modifications, or transporting of the built house, or leveling the land / pouring a slab, or connecting utilities, or insulating it or drywalling it or furnishing it.

Does that all run it up to $30K? 40K? To early to say, but budgeting 50K seems prudent.

The land is already paid for, and in fact that is true of two lots.

And 50K is roughly a mere third of the equity in the SandRock house whenever it may sell.

Leaving plenty free for a motel-room-replacement trailer, and even a perfect Alto Safari Condo alt-road-home, and a rebuild of the truck engine that would haul the latter.

The trailer(s) being especially necessary as a place to sleep in between leaving this present house and moving into the one pictured above.

Full-hookup trailer space in downtown Silver is $400 a month, maybe $500 by now in these inflationary days.

It all seems reasonably and affordably logical to me.

Text me and tell me where I’m wrong about that.

***

I will say: there is some logic, to just throwing up a doublewide for $20-30K more. It would be simpler, and it might be worth quite a bit more at resale, if reselling is what happens, because we’re talking triple the square footage and the ability to just say: this is a three-bedroom, one and a half or two bath.

Maybe that still happens, on one or the other of the lots.

/p0l/

Yes, it’s true that Hillary is, and was, a psycho.

And yes, it’s true that Obama was a criminal for many reasons, including masterminding the hoax that was ‘Russiagate’. That prosecution is legitimate and warranted.

But as your outrage builds about these things, please don’t forget that they’re finally coming out now precisely because they want you to forget about Epstein and trafficked girl babies, and the many powerful red and blue people who sampled of his evil candy.

Unearthed: NEW Photos, Videos Linking TRUMP AND EPSTEIN

Thank you for your attention to this matter.

Joad

Right now I’m leaning real hard into the idea of a Hiker or a Vistabule or a TAG or a Road Toad Abode, not only because these are the cheapest, but because they are the lightest, and the smallest.

Smallest is a good thing because it means the least space to cool and heat for comfortable deep sleeping in any conditions.

And sleeping is all I have to care about, in the short term.

Moving just the mattress to a trailer frees up the entirety of the tow vehicle’s cargo space for other nice things like a portable fridge and stove and sink, which I already own.

This first and tiny trailer isn’t trying to be a home.

What it permanently replaces, I’m realizing, is instead: a motel room.

One which has no amenities, but also costs nothing, or next to nothing.

Roughly speaking that means it pays for itself in fifty travel nights, or 2-3 months worth at the outside.

If you could pay seven or nine thousand one time for life, and never again have to worry about booking a room no matter where the road took you: wouldn’t you do it?

I am militantly against renting.

This is the simplest solution, and very attainable.

***

Plus, if motel room replacement isn’t quite enough, and a real roadworthy home becomes necessary, then there are (admittedly less affordable) things to do about that too.

Someday. Perhaps.

I’ll sleep on that.

***

Somebody mentioned the concept of a ‘Springsteen Democrat’ today, and I like it.

It means a millionaire that markets themselves as a good friend of the workin’ man.

I can see where the phrase could come in handy, especially in conversations with

Management.

Please remember that when you are against workers organizing themselves and having rights and options, you are on the same side as Jeff Bezos and that witless tool that runs Starbucks.

Which might lead to complications.

Like cognitive dissonance, and possibly even tremulous myocardium.

Turning to the Sports Headlines

I want a sleeping place that pulls behind the most dependable car and is comfortable in all the ways regardless of geography or climate, hot or cold, parked at a suburban curbside or way out in the sticks.

Once I have that, I could start to think seriously at last about moving house for real and true.

It’s what matters now, and next.

Yes I’m pretty sure.

Roadworthy Listen

Per NPR this afternoon:

The top story was that a seriously mediocre pop singer, more renowned for his Antics than his Music, started his dirt nap at age 76.

Four or five headlines down, 21 children have starved to death in Gaza in the past three days.

You want me to speak up against your funding cuts, dear public radio?

First, do better and Be Real.

Yours truly,

V.

Pressure

Yes I understand that it would be good if I could get there early.

And stay longer too, of course, as per usual.

Please just be happy enough that thanks to my own herculean efforts, I can now afford to come at all, and realize that even so, it involves counting pennies and planning carefully and a fair amount of stress in an otherwise mostly stress-free routine.

It’s like going to Fraaance for me, sorta. Maybe worse, dollars to donuts.

***

Since I’m coming, which is to say going, my commitment here at the Spill may suffer a bit.

But maybe a pile of clips can come of it too, on the other side.

Fingers crossed.

***

It seems I’m going to need to get on medication for hypertension, because all the weight loss and exercise hasn’t brought the number down to normal. I tested it myself at home.

Fortunately the drug of choice has been generic since 1920, so it shouldn’t cost much.

Getting hold of some has been the primary effort today.

Now it’s time to pack.

Clairity

She burns
with satin rage.

What feels good, and maybe best, is giving it all up to the Femme.

Who She is though, well
it’s been a journey to ascertain.

Crash and Burn

Confirmed: Air India 171’s Failure Explained

As reported yesterday. But …

The aviation community and media in India are fiercely rejecting this narrative and trying to blame Boeing software or hardware for the tragedy, rather than a psychological malfunction on the part of one of their own.

My own perspective is that it doesn’t matter either way.

That instead, either way, the fault is on the inherent stresses within ‘our’ modern way of life, including but not limited to the profit motive.

That either way, finger-pointing and being right and knowing what the Truth and the Lie are is all just dancing with the deck chairs on Titanic.

I am strongly inclined to distance myself from both the fact-finding, and the guesswork and theories about motivations and fault.

And to stop going to airports, renting cars, booking motels, and driving on interstates, and put my energies into simpler alternative strategies for traveling, and for ways of living right here at home.

Madness World

Air India 171 Update: Fuel Cutoff Switches in ‘Cutoff’ Position

The strong early implication being that cutting off fuel to both engines was a deliberate act on the part of one of the pilots. A suicide resulting in multiple homicides of both passengers and many people on the ground.

It wouldn’t be the first time in these last few sad years.

The world grows ever more complicated and stressful.

Success and failure are ever harder to define.

Then the profit motive is laid over the top of it all and this results directly in still more fatalities and suffering.

Simplifying your existence and mine too is increasingly becoming a matter of life and death.

“Civilization” is not your friend.

A Week Past the 4th

Israel and Epstein, Democracy and Blackmail

Do you need to have any other questions answered before you’re ready to revolt?

Coming in on a sharp tangent, I believe you’re not ready because you still think of this place as the home of truth, JUSTICE, and some long-dead American way.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We still ache for God or Superman to save us, from the corrupt child rapists and arms dealers and spies who rule us.

I don’t think he’s coming my dears.

I hope I’m wrong and I fear I’m not.