Chris says it so well . . . all I can add is that I see war coming. A war so all encompassing that mankind MUST lose, and by losing become extinct. That war will be between man and nature . . . between man and God.
In times to come they will tell stories about the times that are, and thank the Gods they were not born into this time. A time so steeped in useless technology that we forgot the magic and the myth and the legends of our ancestors.
Thinking we knew everything about everything . . . we knew nothing at all about the things that mattered . . . and without natures intervention we surely would have destroyed the earth in our ignorance. . . opening to The Everlasting Link (coming soon)
I posted this as a reference point for all those interested in our global condition. Not endorsing nor denying (as I haven’t read or researched any of these links). . . just saying . . . but Truth Out is a good and reputable site to gather information.
‘Oh no, poor cat is going to freeze’. Big hearted me goes out on the porch to rescue Tom and let him spend the night in the warm laundry room . . . “Here kitty, kitty.” He comes over, rubs on my leg, I bend, pet, snatch up cat and head back inside.
Now Tom has never been in a house. He totally freaks out and starts yowling and scratching his way up my chest towards my face . . . I drop him . . . next thing I know Tom leaps on the table beneath the window, then tries to climb the drapes . . . . “I WANT OUT OF HERE!”
Unable to make it out, he jumps back to the floor and heads into the library on a dead run. First he skids into and then leaps upon another table . . . bye, bye good lamp! He dives off yowling like a dying cow and flies back to the main room, across the couch top and back to the window. This time he succeeds in climbing the drapes like Sylvestor Stallone in the movie ‘Cliffhanger” . . . until he, as well as the drapes come crashing to the floor, that is.
During this mad dash to destroy, Tom is being chased by two other cats, a Jack Russell terrier and a really excited pit bull puppy.
Finally we all trap poor Tom and I throw his crazy ass back outside.
Thanking God that my wife is in NC visiting her brother I pour myself a double shot of Old Crow and sit in the Lazy Boy staring at the chaotic mess before me. . . . while in the back ground Tom begins to piss and moan about how cold it is on the porch . . .
The Mellet Homes housing project was built smack dab in the middle of Ozzie and Harriet’s middle class America purposefully to house the influx of workers needed to man the local steel mills gone full bore into the war effort. Each building, containing six small apartments, was closely knit to others onto a thirty five acre tract of land.
It was a noisy place full of clotheslines, screaming kids, crying babies, and cars. We even had our own school for awhile because they wanted to keep us riff-raff segregated from Harriet’s little darlings.
I can only imagine how happy she was to see a slum arising in the midst of her beloved neighborhood, but what the hell, the war was on and everybody had to sacrifice for the cause. Ozzie went off to kill Germans while Harriet stayed home and tended her victory garden. And when the vegetables were ripe, project kids stole and ate them.
The project was a great place to grow up. We played Cowboys and Indians with enough kids to field two armies. We played War and Kick the Can well into the night without the thought of perverts or gunslingers. We played football, baseball, basketball. We fought bare knuckled when we were mad, boxed with the gloves on when we weren’t. We wrestled in the mud in the rain. We played doctor with the girls in the woods by day and used their cover by night as a staging area for our vandal raids onto Ozzie and Harriet’s turf. We lived under a pecking order where everybody knew their place. If we messed with the older kids we got beat up. All the adults looked out for us and didn’t mind giving us a slap when we deserved it either.
There were no knives, guns, drugs or any of that stuff. The men would occasionally get drunk and get into fist fights, but no one ever got killed. The women would get into shouting matches sometimes, but all that noise just added a minor chord to the living melody and made the tune all the more interesting.
Nobody got much for Christmas in the projects, (I remember Tommy Yoho getting only a pair of socks one year and how we laughed and teased him) so we would get up Christmas morning, see what we got and go around to all our friends places to barter and exchange until we ended up with something we wanted. ( I’m sure Tommy always kept his socks) Man, we had it all and were living the dream. We were happy because nobody ever told us how poor we were.
The projects was always a beehive of activity. I remember when the ice man would deliver large blocks of ice by hand to feed our refrigerator. I remember the rag man with his cart walking down the street yelling, “Rag man!…….Rag man!” and people would come to buy a clean one or drop their dirty rags in his cart. I remember when the milk man would come and deliver milk. Us kids would steal orange drink out of the ice bin in the back of his truck while he was gone. We’d ride our bikes alongside a pop truck on route 30 and help ourselves to a Coke when ever he stopped at the red light. The driver would yell and threaten, but he could never catch us and we knew it.
Nobody had a TV in those days so we used to listen to movies on the radio. Amos and Andy was my favorite, and who could forget The Shadow. When TV came out there was only one family in the whole projects who could afford one. Us kids would gather quietly around their living room window after dark and peek in while old man Bear and his wife sat on the couch on the inside watching our favorite show ‘Lights Out’. Wonder if they knew we were there? Can you imagine that happening today? We would have set off an alarm the minute we bent a blade of his fake grass in today’s world.
I think I was about nine when mom finally bought me a TV. I still remember coming home that evening from the YMCA (where I practically lived) and seeing Sgt. Preston of the Royal Canadian Police playing in my living room . . . WOW one of the happiest days in my life to that point.
In the projects the walls were so thin that if the guy next door sneezed you could hear it.We had these medicine cabinets in the bathroom with a slot in them where you dropped razor blades after they were used up. Well, if you looked into the slot and the person in the other apartment had their cabinet door open you could see into their bathroom. Robyn, my girlfriend, would accidentally on purpose leave her door open when she took a bath. I would turn out the light on my side and open the door to watch her. Really exciting voyeurism for a guy my age. Ha! I still remember that stuff . . . Robyn I will always love you, wherever you are!
I moved from the projects one cold, windy day in the winter of 1957 with tears streaming down my cheeks. I was forced to leave Berry Davis, the love of my life, and my many friends. I was a very unhappy camper when my mom got remarried and forced me to move. The one place where I could feel at home in those days was in the projects among my friends.
The projects were in existence until 1965 or so when they were torn down to make room for a shopping center and a parking lot. The new Wal-Mart now sits directly on top of the spot where I once lived, kinda poetic justice I suppose since I had practically made a career out of stealing from those kind of stores. (much smaller versions of course) In the end we all lose. I lost big time the day my mom made me leave the projects.
and possible for anybody to do if they have a bit of initiative . . . being adept at this kind of thing can maybe save your life someday . . . key word: IMPROVISE
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The illustration at the beginning of this essay is an art image called “Magic Eye”. Inside all those lines and colors there is seated a picture of a familiar, well known object . . . can you see and recognize it?
Well I’m guessing you can’t. I believe it is impossible to stare AT the painting and see anything more than the obvious wiggling lines and colors. My bet is, unless you are aware of how to manipulate your vision and decipher the painting, that is all you can see.
There is a trick and the main part of the trick is not to stare AT the picture at all, but stare THROUGH it as if you were looking behind the image in front of you. If you do that it soon pops into 3D view and you can’t believe you couldn’t see it all in the first place. You were tricked.
Now I used that as an example to show you what you see every night when you watch the evening news . . . media inspired trickery. The real story, or the rest of the story as Paul Harvey would say, is rarely shown or talked about. Instead we are fed the same pablum over and over again. It’s so obvious once you learn to read behind the lines that it is laughable.
In todays news escaped prisoners and gay marriage is all anyone is talking about . . . and of course the usual terrorist warning, now it’s the lone wolf that’s gonna get us. Ever read the kid story about the boy who cried wolf so much that when the wolf finally did show up no one even listened to him?
This stuff is important I suppose and I’m glad the gays can marry, but come on, this is all second and third tier stuff in my opinion. I want to hear the truth about Fukushima . . . about war mongering in Ukraine . . . about the demonstrations against the Central Banks in Germany. I want to know many, many things that the US media is not talking about and all I see is, what? Chocolate covered bullshit.
Man, you’d think they were trying pull one over on us and trick us into believing all is well in America, when if you look behind the scenes you will see that global warming is upon us . . . US and Russia are almost at war . . . Fukushima is still constantly dumping tons of radioactive stuff into the Pacific every day, and that stuff is killing the ocean and making a beachhead on our western shore. . . birds/plants/fish/corral/large carnivores are all disappearing . . . as well as glaciers and ice shelves across the globe. West Virginia is being leveled by fossil fuel corporations that could care less. Fracking is gone viral across the land, and what about our water supply??
Nobody seems to notice . . . nobody seems to care, and the beat goes on . . . all the way to extinction.
PS . . . The answer to the image is that in the center the ying yang symbol will appear in 3d . . .
I dive into my work
And swim away . . .