So, I got pranked on April Fool’s day at work, quick one,
but 15 seconds of frustration for me and 10 seconds of laughs for everyone
else. Life went on except I am sicker than a dog right now.
Otherwise the Democrats are still clueless, Trump is still
an unlaughable fraud and the Republican Party has their head so far up their
back end it is unrecognizable.
And in a Vanity Fair piece a hedge fund billionaire talks
about his fear of revolution, you know, he seems not to be a fan of pitch forks
stuck up his back end. What thoroughly ticked me off is he proposes some very
worthwhile public policy goals. Here we are after almost forty years of wage stagnation
for the middle class and one billionaire who makes money off market movement,
not real business is smelling the tea leaves and thinks better public policy is
a good idea. Shaking my frigging head. Seriously, so what is he going to do
about it, probably nothing and sell (sail would be appropriate, but sell is
more his style) off into the sunset of American Democracy on his 180-foot
yacht. And add the CEO of JP Morgan,
Senor Dimon is going to donate $375 Million to some fund for better education
or something. So, he wants a few people proficient in technology serfs so his
business can survive all the hacking many corporations have to endure. Seriously,
he is cherry picking some education initiative he thinks will make a real dent
in America’s lack of education especially in technology. I thought business
people were supposed to invest their money wisely. Why doesn’t he take some of
that money and invest in his lobbyists lobbying for better public education all
around; or better healthcare, or initiatives to open up more opportunity for
all lowering college expenses or invest that money to help close the wage gap
he so immensely enjoys. So, who is more clueless, the elitists or the
Democrats? A tie I guess.
The Democrats should pursue the problems with Trump and his
fraud, but they should not make this the sole reason they are in the headlines.
They need to spend their days creating strong moderate public policy initiatives
to force Trump’s hand with the part of his base that cares about this country
and their well-being. Not everyone who supports Trump is an alt right nut
trying to destroy our country and Constitution. Many are hard working Americans
being defrauded. And the best way to wake them up is plaster the print and airwaves
with proposals for Social Security, Medicare and Healthcare, Education, affordable
college, real infrastructure initiatives, and tax reform of the tax reform. If anything,
saying you have a better tax plan after people are seeing some discrepancies
between what they heard and what they are getting might help. And policy on
lowering tax burden on social security payments will make more than a few Trump
supporters stand up and listen. Trump would not be able to handle a policy
battle. He can’t and won’t. The Democrats need to stay calm through his madness
and keep proposing solid public policy. If they need any ideas, my 2012 platform
is still available, otherwise they need to get creative themselves. Trumpet
public policy between now and 2020 and keep the investigations on the back
burner publicly so when Trump leaves office some of his base will have left
him. The alt right destroyers of Democracy will still cry foul and attempt to
fight, but the majority of our country will be headed in the right direction.
Or we can do what I always say we need to do,,,,,, we need new parties that
represent the Middle and working class. Honestly, I am more conservative than
my policy initiatives, but I am also practical. Go back and read my stuff from
2012. It may not be perfect, but is better than anything right now, oh except
for that clueless billionaire’s ideas mentioned above. And they sound so
familiar to me…hint hint hint
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And occasionally, I type a bunch of words trying to coalesce
them into a viable story. As regular readers know, I do this over several
posts, adding bits and pieces in an ad hoc fashion so these stories take some
strange twists and turns, and some have serious plot holes. Well believe it or
not I have started the process of editing these stories that hopefully there
may be real product from my ideas. For the time being this is an idea that in
some shape form or fashion has come up in my imagination before and reared its
head again today. This is truly based on this one idea that I am about to start
today, beyond what is about to be written is going to be interesting to find
out. And so it goes
He woke up walking along a corridor. Waking up is the only
way he could describe it. He could say he became conscious but waking up seemed
more appropriate. He felt like he came out of a dream of some life he could not
remember and found himself in this corridor. The corridor was not too thin, not
as wide as maybe a city street, yet much wider than walking down the hall of an
office building. For some reason he thought about what he was wearing, taking notice
of this was important, yet he did not know why. He was wearing pants like what
we think of as blue jeans, something similar to a flannel shirt untucked with a
t-shirt underneath, and tennis shoes, nothing fancy, a nice pair of walking
shoes. He did not use this description in his head. He knew he was wearing
something over his body, for us to understand though this description is used.
There was nothing on his head. He felt comfortable.
Also, as he walked he heard the continual hum of some type
of machinery or activity coming from inside the tall structures that lined both
sides of the corridor he walked. The corridor was long, yet he had not noticed.
He was just walking and walking along the same corridor. The same tall
structures lined both sides. And the stretched up into something he did not
recognize, in fact he could not determine how tall were the structures. He
could feel the top of them, maybe not see them. Looking up he saw what looked like
a horizon where they met something, but he still couldn’t distinguish a definite
top of the structure versus what they stretched into. Also, as he walked along
the corridor there would be other corridors that branched off at precise right angles.
He didn’t measure them; it is a description for us so we might have an idea of
the environment he found himself. The corridor seemed to have no end.
He kept walking and passing by each turn. It was quite a
while before he even thought maybe he should turn into one of these side corridors.
He stopped at one and peered down it for some time. Time as we think about it
did not exist for him or at least in this place. He stared without
understanding why he was staring. The corridor looked the same as the one he
was walking. He did not know of making a decision, yet he was deciding. He
stayed in the same corridor and walked on. The corridor continued and so did his
walking. The sound also continued. Occasionally he sensed changes in the sound,
a pitch higher, a change in, was there a minor repetitive change, or the
humming become interspersed with very subtle breaks, maybe nanoseconds of silence
in between the hum. He could not tell exactly what he was hearing, he just sensed
something in the humming wasn’t 100 percent smooth.
There were also flickers of light in the structures, or was
it flashes, or lights on in the structures yet he could only see partially in a
structure. He couldn’t tell. He became aware of the slight differences in the
sound and the potential for some type of lighting maybe even different colored
lights only after having walked a long time. He did not remember when he became
aware or if this was a change. It was slowly dawning on him as he walked. He
started to consciously watch and listen and see and he stopped. To what? Did it
matter? He wasn’t sure, but since he noticed the sound and lights, he paid more
attention. And he continued to walk. How far had he walked? This was not something
he thought about it. It is something more we think about. Is he tired? He didn’t
know. He had senses. He had feelings, but tired wasn’t something that concerned
him. Time didn’t exist. Distance didn’t exist. He just kept walking trying to perceive
the slight changes in the humming and the lights that seemed to appear in the
structures. And suddenly it occurred to him this may be endless and then that
thought may have come about because an end seemed to appear. In the distance
along the long straight line of structures something about the perception of
the structures coming together seemed different. As you know from basic
elementary art class you draw two lines coming together at the horizon point
whenever you want to show something going on for a distance. He had seen the structures
down the corridor always coming together at some type of horizon point as he
walked, now he saw them seem to stop farther down the corridor. Something was
there, yet he could not tell what it was. What we call curiosity hit him. He
did not feel curious as we feel, but now he was driven to reach this new point
and find whatever it may be. Unconsciously he picked up the pace.
To be continued.
And Cheers
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