Winter Deepens Behind Us
Hello Humans:
From Saturday, December 9, 2017, the final panel in my triptych of how my home was stolen from me, and all our politicians stood by with their thumbs jammed up their assholes and did absolutely nothing to help me, nor the 140 other residents of Triple Oaks Mobile Home Park. All this was shortly before the orchestrated lunacy of the Covid Scamdemic, but immediately before the atrocity of the monument destruction and the rise of the “Woke” idiocy... Not as atrocious as the Tuskegee Syphilis Experiment by a long shot I suppose – but still, what a thing to compare it to: “The Tuskegee Syphilis Experiment was a study conducted by the United States Public Health Service (PHS) and the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC) from 1932 to 1972. The study aimed to observe the natural history of untreated syphilis in African American men, without informing them of their condition or providing them with treatment” says the Brave Browser’s AI commentator and the question in my mind is “Why would you need to do this?” given the consequences of untreated syphilis has been thoroughly documented over the centuries, and while one might also wonder how anyone could trust the PHS or the CDC with a burnt-out match knowing this story – which is probably why it’s so little known – curiously enough the Black community of America have been remarkably reluctant to take the Covid Lethal Injection…
That home was my – or rather our – nest egg, because just before that bitter time I married Medea, and it was going to pay for our nursing home when time came to sell it… Now? Poof! Gone. Just like that. And with it, any kind of a life: I can’t afford to retire. I can’t afford to go anywhere or do anything like a vacation. I can’t afford to get sick or injured either, never mind “Workman’s Compensation” ain’t worth a plugged nickel anyway. All I have left is my dull grey trudge to oblivion, and should anything happen to me? Medea, my vaccine-injured step-daughter and our Eldritch our cat are all pretty much f***ed. Utter, glowing proof just in case you needed it, that politicians can’t be trusted with the time of day, never mind the down payment on a free lunch.
“Here endeth, the lesson.”
Best wishes
Capt. Roy Harkness
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Winter deepens behind us indeed, as time runs out on my domicile of the Nerdnest and I’ve nothing to replace it with, no means of buying something even if I did and I shall lose – along with about 140 other people – ±$100,000 – ±$150,000. What follows is a bit of an omnibus of thoughts for anyone to read who’s interested, separated by asterisks..
December 4, the goons responsible for this crime sent among us representatives from a house moving company so we might have free estimates to learn how much it will cost to move our immobile, mobile homes. How humanitarian of them. $20,000 to move my decrepit mobile home in its entirety.. $5,000 for just the addition. Never mind they won’t pay for the move, nor have we anywhere to move it to. Idril Celebrindal gifted me that addition last summer.. Our landlady watched as my cousin Lennie Bruce and crew redid the roof, and built that addition. $30,000 out of Idril’s pocket.
And now this.
We thought we had the beginnings of an organized fight here at our mobile home park, in the form of a lawyer whom I shall call “Grishnáhk” and an accountant whom I shall call “Uglúk”; the latter having done an awful lot of fiduciary work for the First Nations band – back in the day – was under the misapprehension he had some kind of meaningful relationship with “The Chief” thereof and who thus was going to intervene personally for us… except “The Chief” … suddenly apparently wasn’t returning Uglúk’s telephone calls… Grishnáhk meanwhile was talking about measures that could be taken, not legal action so much as negotiations and court injunctions…
Then.. Poof! Gone. Not unlike Sméagol trying on his Precious for the very first time having just strangled Déagol for it, and very much like the Starship Titanic that sustained a Total Existence Failure just as she was being launched: They winked out of existence, entirely in the manner of the Will-o’-the-Wisp, which disappears just as you’re sinking in the middle of a bog having been foolish enough to have followed where it led…
However, they both announced immediately before their meretricious disappearing acts, that the jig in effect, was up, and there was no use in fighting it…
… I surmise they may in fact have had very good personal reasons for welshing on us.. 206 personal reasons each to be precise: The number of bones in the human body.
A steamshovel arrived sometime in October and demolished Lucrezia Borgia’s house, leaving a crater and some crumpled concrete.. Rumour hath it an addict in counseling exclaimed “what happened to the Candy Store!?” Rumour hath it even more one could knock on the back door thereof anytime of the day or night and – for a small consideration of course – avail oneself of any “recreational pharmaceutical” one could possibly desire.
Or possibly not desire as such, but require nonetheless.
Thus my erstwhile comrade-in-arms Beregond speculated our Benefactress was using her forays to Las Vegas not so much for the entertainment of the craps tables as for the laundry facilities thereof…
…Of course I cannot attest to the veracity of these insinuations and possibly I shouldn’t even mention them, being rumours and scuttlebutt…
“They got to them” my realtor Beatrice opined about Uglúk and Grishnáhk. My neighbor Mariadoc on the other hand snorted derisively: “Are you kidding? Lucrezia’s not fucking smart enough to be a drug queen!!”
Hope so, but be that as it may … You don’t want to mess with such people.. Watching Breaking Bad is one thing, and it’s sanitized. Highly. Dealing with such people in reality? That’s quite another, and thank you, no. If I personally knew of such people I would take considerable trouble, go a considerable detour – and expense – to avoid them.
Meanwhile our collective theoretical exit date is still May 15. But they could shitcan each, any or all of us, at their whim at any point in time before then: Simple matter of shutting off the power and water and if that doesn’t work, well.. We could, like Arthur Dent, attempt to lie in front of the bulldozer to forestall the inevitable. Or perhaps like the hapless Rachel Corrie, be foolish enough to stand in front of the bulldozer instead? – The bulldozer in question merely rolled over her, as it might have done with Arthur, sustaining no damage in the process.
Of legal protection or restraint, we have nothing. And at this point, sooner we’re all The Hell of out Dodge, the better.. Divested of chattels and bankrupt though we be.
That said, unlike most people in the park Medea and I are supremely lucky:
1. In the form of Medea’s close friend Persephone, who has a 1,170 square foot basement suite with 8.5′ ceilings, $800/month.. And:
2. Idril Celebrindal once again has stepped into the breach (to mix my literary allusions somewhat), offering to buy us a replacement house.. At least.. she offered to… until she learned of the excoriating cost of Real Estate in this snotty, pretentious, stuck-up, crummy little one-trick-pony of a hicktown:
● $350,000 – minimum – buys you a shoebox condo of about 650 square feet.
● $500,000 – minimum – gets you a townhouse of about 950 square feet, with an infinitesimal bit of land fore and aft..
IOW a size 6 shoebox versus a size 8 shoebox with a postage stamp of land around it. And of course in either case all the sticky-fingered little parasites with their grubby hands out for your money that you could wish for.
Meanwhile $93,000 + $30,000 gifted got me 1,470 square feet including water, basic cable, in-suite laundry, with free parking, for a rent of $400/month … for awhile… What is not to like about mobile/manufactured homes?… if only…
December 5 while at work, one of my colleagues tells me “they” project a population in the Victoria area within 10 years of 1 million, effectively destroying the point of being here.
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During all this, my Cagnie Cat departed. She is no more. She has ceased to be. Bereft of life, she rests in peace. She has snuffed it, bit the dust, hopped off her twig, shuffled off her mortal coil, rung down her curtain, gone to meet her maker and joined the bleeding choir invisible. Sometime between 9:55 and 10:10 on the morning of November 27 I accepted I had to take her to the vet and be put down. Dosing her with pain killers in the hopes she’d rally somewhat and taking her back on Thursday for a follow-up opinion was going to do no-one any good, especially not Cagnie. Thus I feel like I’ve gone for 9 rounds with Mohammed Ali and run over by a steam roller, as if the looming bulldozers weren’t already enough.
Into the car carrying Cagnie and a towel.. Didn’t get it underneath her in time as I sat down, she voided her bladder all over my trousers. The 35 minutes to Sooke (my vet is the daughter of a friend of mine) made us decide we don’t want to get a house there, doesn’t matter how relatively low the price or how pretty Sooke is.. Dr. D-P dosed her with a sedative and then shaved her arm and administered the Coup de Grace.. Cagnie passed almost instantly.. She was 20 years old. Rather up in the double digits for a cat.
Medea took me to 6-Mile for a bite and a pint to dull the pain, we finished up a bit after 3 – close enough to 8 hours before a shift for me..
Eternal rest grant unto Cagnie O Lord, and may Light Perpetual shine upon her. May she rest in peace.
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Oh dear Oh dear Oh dear..
It’s been chewing on me ever since July. I really ought to learn to let go of stuff. A leader of the Jewish community in South-Western La-La Land published a most curious sermon on-line, shan’t say where, which I read, expecting as one should with sermons, to be uplifted. Revolved around the alleged senseless irrational violence in Israel, exemplified by how a Palestinian just walked into a home during the middle of a Shabbat dinner and attempted to murder the entire family… according to the clergyman, pretty much just for the Hell of it. I’d like to provide a link to the sermon, but to do so would reveal his identity and … can’t have that… have no desire to antagonize this person.. At least not too much .. Thus I shall provide him with the sobriquet “Rabbi Bluepill.”
Did however, send him a note:
Dear Rabbi Bluepill .. With all due respect and I know I’m likely sticking my face in a hornet’s nest with this: Have you any idea how the Israelis have been treating the Palestinians for the last 70 years? It ain’t pretty. Jeremy R. Hammond’s book Obstacle to Peace might be a good place to start… I could only bear to read about 1/4 of it. You should also take the trouble to look at the words of Presbyterian Minister Thomas L. Are (thomas-l-are.blogspot.ca). In the words of Deep Thought: “I don’t think you’re going to like it.”
I was right: I got this piece of soiled toilet paper for my trouble:
“Roy, I don’t know you but I’m going to delete your message from my board. I’m not interested in arguing with you because I doubt you are interested in the truth. I know that Israel treated the Palestinians more than far better than any nation would have in a similiar situation. The terror of the Palestinians is no different the ISIS or El Qaeda.”
Silly me – completely forgot accepted conventional wisdom: Any criticism of Israel, no matter how politely restrained nor meticulously documented – is Antisemitism. Any attempt at a defence of the Palestinians and their horrendous situation – is Antisemitism. Any questioning of the uniqueness of the Holocaust in history (it’s actually pretty much “business as usual” folks) – is Antisemitism. Any comparison of what’s going on in the Holy Land to Nazi Germany – even though it’s utterly, grimly apposite – is Antisemitism. I believe the correct term for this kind of fusillade is “smearing.” In the immortal words of Pontius Pilate: “What is truth?”
Guess Rabbi Bluepill has no idea of the cumulative effects of bulldozers in Israel, or somehow even managed not to know of Rachel Corrie. Doubleplusungoodcrimethink.
I tried to write him a response which I’ve now lost and thought to tack on the end of it the red-pill-blue-pill glyph, and Damn Twitbook and its cludgey interface. Twice I hit ctl/v and cut-and-pasted it instead of what I wrote, and couldn’t delete it. By the time I was able to cut-and-paste what I wanted to send him he’d blocked my email and he then blocked me from reaching his page. I suspect the likelihood he was going block me immediately after responding to me was very high anyway.
Jesus wept.
But I’ve been thinking of Rabbi Bluepill, and that short exchange on Twitbook, ever since. I’m thinking to make it in another of the series I started earlier, even if it’s only somewhat of a departure from my discussion of the dissolution of the American Empire: “Talking to a Jewish Delta about Liberty” .. Hmmm.. That might be biting off a lot more than I can easily chew; properly researching the ethnic cleansing of Palestine by the Israelis so I know in fact, exactly what I’m talking about, is going to take rather awhile.. And if I identify him accidently there’s the not-pleasant possibility of legal action; this blinkered authoritarian blockhead may have powerful friends; in fact it’s highly likely he does.
But for those of you who think I’m full of shit?
💣 Have a look at this: https://www.obstacletopeace.com
💣 And this: http://thomas-l-are.blogspot.ca
💣 And this: https://www.amnesty.org/en/countries/middle-east-and-north-africa/israel-and-occupied-palestinian-territories/.
💣 And this: http://ifamericaknew.org
💣 And this: https://www.democracynow.org/2014/8/8/noam_chomsky_what_israel_is_doing.
“Noam Chomsky”? Good Irish name, that… 🤔
Not one of these people or organizations to my knowledge has any associations with Neonazis. Meanwhile I gather AIPAC despite The First Amendment is attempting to ram through the US Congress a bill threatening up to a $1,000,000 fine and/or a 20-year prison sentence to any American who participates in the Boycott, Divestment and Sanctions (BDS) Movement against Israel.(1) If Israel is such a remarkable example to us all why why does this movement exist? Why would such draconian legislation be necessary to impede it?
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Finished reading Ritual in the Dark between patrols.. First thought? Likely read it too quickly. Curious premise.. set in London in the year 1956, 20-something Gerard Sorme, an intellectual Bohemian with a small annuity, wishes to accomplish something meaningful with his life – except he seems to entirely lack the inner self-discipline to do so – during an exhibition about Vaslav Nijinsky, meets the charming Austin Nunne, connoisseur, dilettante, playboy, homosexual aesthete by day – and discrete serial killer of female prostitutes by night. In the recounting of the tale, Gerard meets Austin’s relatives Caroline and Gertrude: a pretty 17-year-old girl who wants to become an actress and her 37-year-old virgin aunt and Jehovah’s Witless who uses her religion to shut the pain of living out of her life, and seduces and makes mistresses of them both.. Lucky bastard… 🙄
I guess it’s kind of an existential retelling of the Jack-the-Ripper murders.. In it, Colin goes into a lot of conjecture in a fictional context of all the questions that I guess, preoccupied him his entire life.. “Why are we born? .. Why do we die? .. Why do we spend the intervening time wearing digital watches?” to quote a later writer preoccupied more than he wanted to admit about the same kind of thing…
Too bad the answer to these questions in all likelihood truly is, “forty-two.” Gerard and Austin both remind me of someone else who has spent his life wandering in the labyrinth of apparent meaninglessness.
Colin too, come to think of it.
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Meanwhile there’s the devolving fun and games south of the 49th to entertain us as America continues to unravel and the threat of nuclear war in Korea, and (allegedly) Benjamin Netanyahu et al egging America into attacking Iran(2) .. And Donald Trump’s crowning insanity (thus far) of declaring Jerusalem the capital of Israel.. Hey Kids: Can you spell “Jihad”.. ?
According to Paul Craig Roberts in addition to those fun and games, Russia is gearing up for a direct military confrontation with the US or worse(3).. Meanwhile got this lovely move to think about and work towards and thank The Goddess, Idril has offered to help.. We’re going to have to see what happens with The Market over the next few months, hopefully with the new mortgage legislation to be passed January 2, a “catastrophic price collapse” will be in the cards and we can get something… for something like a reasonable amount…
Now if you’ll excuse me I have a bulldozer to lie in front of.
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(2) http://www.unz.com/pgiraldi/iran-again/.
(3) https://www.paulcraigroberts.org/2017/12/05/walking-into-armageddon.