AfterPunk

…Who remembers everything that happened in the last sixty years.

  It really is all over. Biden gets re-elected. Because of all of you. You are afraid to confront your family and friends. Being nice is what you prize over the constitutional republic. That’s okay. I will die sometime soon. Hopefully after I restore Shuteye Town 1999 and Shuteye Nation. I made writing news about the subject of Time. Then I become a footnote.  Contentment. I wrote a book that could have saved us. It didn’t. See, I’m not even hyper-linking anything. My wife has been trying to tell me. I’m just an old guy, dying down. I made an outreach effort to two fractured vessels. They’re only in their 50s. They don’t understand anything. They think the world was always about weed and pretending to be smart. Wrong. But who can you tell? Consciousness is gone. Even in the ones who think they’re brilliantly conscious. Not. I am conscious. The last one. 

  Do you have any idea what it’s like being me? I’m a gunfighter. Could I kill? Guy asked the question, “Do you regard yourself as peaceful? He predisposed the answer. “If you can’t admit you are capable of violence, you are not peaceful. You are harmless.” I am peaceful. But I have deadly accuracy in the combat of real life. I do not lose arguments with lawyers. Interesting given that everyone in my youth insisted I should be a lawyer. Why didn’t I? Because prosecutors always want a conviction and a career based on conviction rate. Because defense attorneys have to scrape up excuses for guilty clients they know are guilty and dangerous. Because I have always believed in justice. Lawyers always betray the same brain damage. They take the offense to destroy the opposing argument. If they make holes in your counter-argument, they declare themselves the winner. But they never actually win the argument. Good minds. Destroyed by law school. By the destruction of the meaning of words. I ...

Sunset Boulevard. We die for them all the time. This time forever.  Men sing about dames, destiny, danger, dreams, and death. Women sing about men. That’s the black and white of it. The only time they stray out of B&W is when they’re blue. If men ever stopped singing about women, there’d be no color left in the world. If women stopped singing about men, loving, obsessing, envying, hating, submitting, there’d be no world. That’s the black and white of it. Sad to say, that’s where we’re headed. Not going to tell you who anybody is. You should know. And they’re the Superior Sex. They have a License to Kill. With no résumé .

The Bee is worried They think we can be extorted by Facebook . I’m not. I’m the only prophet who saw all this coming… way way back when. Even told you he wasn’t my President. He was your President. I still hold that against you all. Obama Diary: the Indictment

  Good morning. I’m still 70, still a bone in the throat of all the lefties.Why I’m still smiling in my opaque way. I’m taking credit for the whole shutdown. Pointed out that Rachel Maddow, despite the phony Oxford cred, is an extremely pedestrian mind. 121 IQ. Fit for political cant and knowledgeable about absolutely nothing. Facebook couldn’t stand me posting this…  I have never taken her seriously. Second rate mind posturing with arched eyebrow and superior tone. Honestly never believed anybody ever took her seriously. She’s the bore everybody runs from at every faculty cocktail party. Oxford. Why do people still take that place seriously? Read this and get back to me… The Oxford Connection Refugees from life and faith and courage. Maddow’s excuse? Sex. The worst excuse of all for not believing in God. But the one so many empty-headed lust-obsessives have flocked to. While looking down on all the ones who don’t want to witness and revel in their coitus.

  I started as a writer in a secretive family. It was called privacy then. Nobody outside the family was supposed to know what happened within its turmoils or triumphs. Not done. We lived inside a cloak in the country. Which is not odd in an historical context, only in a 20th century one. There were no big family sins to threaten any member of the family. No beatings, sexual hijinks, dirty dealings of any kind. Just a conviction that family doings were off limits to everyone else. Except that from the age of seven on, I was destined to be a writer. I tried to obey the privacy rule. My first novel was not about my eccentric childhood. I didn’t write the callow prep school novel. The material was not thrown away, merely cached for reuse in other ways later. The end result? I have revealed more of myself in a lifetime of writings than any writer I’ve ever read or otherwise encountered. With the sole exception of specific sexual descriptions from my life. Although I have been candid th...

What they share across years and disciplines is the grin. Uncharacteristically, you are off base with this essay, which is built on a false premise. Those who believe in psychic phenomena are under no obligation to prove its reality to scientists. That they attempt to do so and cooperate with laboratory ordeals devised by clever rationalists is on them. What isn’t on them is the absurdity of challenging whether or not psychic phenomena and abilities exist and if they are to be taken seriously, must be proven to exist quantitatively in a controlled experiment. Edgar Cayce is all the yes/no proof needed. The anecdotal evidence in support of yes is incredibly vast. Incidents of amazing telepathic links between twins, mothers and children, husbands and wives are too numerous to be counted. But counting is what myopic skeptics are best at. Counting playing card IDs, counting failed attempts at directed psychic performance, and counting poseurs out of the running based on their own narrow, b...

Lucky. Not the way Woodrow felt about black suffrage. So what’s been accomplished in terms of female accomplishment in the big wide world they wanted their fare share of? Has anybody been keeping track? I have. There can be no doubt they’ve been given the opportunity to compete and succeed… How’s it working out, this drive to the top positions in the most prestigious professions? Two additional kinds of data to provide context: 1) The primacy of engineering as an American profession, responsible for the design and manufacture of everything we need to live our modern material lives (see this old post of mine from 2019,  What We Owe All Those Evil White Men ) ): 2) The full extent of the lack of female participation in the building and maintenance of the infrastructure specified in engineering blueprints, including their low participation rates as electricians (2.5%), plumbers (3.5%), automobile mechanics (2%), construction workers (14%), house painters (16%), bridge painters (13%), ...

  She’s a little thing. Center of my life. Mad at me right now. But she chose Valentine’s Day to tell me she still loves me, I can only do the same. Recently posted this about her. Never did Jump 2 or 3. Time I did. Songs will do. Guess this is Jump 2 . I left. Had to go reclaim my vanity, my lost wonderfulness. She didn’t think I needed to do that. She’d seen the inside of my big cardboard box, knew what a writer I already was. She’d also given me the biggest crowning instruction I’d ever had, ordered me to do a “Comma Seminar” for all the proofreaders at our nuclear engineering firm. An amazing experience. Snapped everything together in my head. Completed the process that had been going in my head for four years. So, of course, I abandoned her. Amazingly, she told me this again today. We were all wrong back then. I had a career after, lost it. Completely. Called her, drunk, in the middle of the night. And she was there. Still. She agreed to meet me. No more red mane. A tiny woma...