Tuesday, November 11, 2025

Reality, Baby

 "I have sought a paradise in this life, from the window of a train traversing a starkly beautiful land where a man's skin is still criminalized and a woman's body enslaved, where workers are thrown away like coal slag."


"But now that it was here, knowing that all it had taken was a flick of Lem Brand's wrist, Rye felt demoralized. It didn't matter what he did, what Gurley did, what Fred Moore did, what any of them did. Somewhere there was a room of wealthy old men where everything was decided. Beliefs and convictions, lives and livelihoods, right and wrong - these had no place in that room, the scurrying of ants at the feet of a few rich men."

From The Cold Millions, by Jess Walter

The title The Cold Millions refers to those millions of us who are not rich.

Sounds about right to me.

Sunday, November 9, 2025

Gotta Get There

My ultimate goal with the psychologist is to get to a place where I can truthfully say:

"Everybody's got something to hide except me and my monkey."

Beatles fans will understand.

Fiction Points The Way

 By the way, lest you think my previous post was pure bullshit:

"Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth."

Albert Camus

"Fiction reveals the truth that reality obscures."

Jessamyn West


Are you going to argue with Camus? Give me a break.

There is an element of truth to most fiction. Increasingly over the last ten years, the idea of authoritarianism has been showing up in more and more of the books I read. Governments treating citizens cruelly, unfairly. "Leaders" enriching themselves at the expense of the commoners, who increasingly suffer through inflation, food shortages, heating crises, power crises. Dicktators lying to the people in outrageous ways, lies that any thinking human can see through, lies that tens of millions swallow whole like fine chocolate.

This is not coincidence. Authors are speaking out in their way about the state of this country and the world.

I have been reading a lot of espionage novels, and crime novels, because my brain is broken and it needs comfort food. I can't handle Tolstoy at the moment. 

Many of these novels are written by former Navy Seal types, military people, and government insider's with knowledge of the evil truths we are not privy to. These books are chilling.

You think our government is working in our best interests? Think again.

You think things are not getting worse? Think again.

And I am talking the entire history of our government, but especially now.

Hunker down kids. Pretty soon we'll be standing in bread lines, thankful the wait is only four hours.

We reap what we sow.

Saturday, November 8, 2025

We Never Had A Chance

 "And the idea that you could make men equal just by saying it? Hell, it took only your first day in a Montana flop or standing over your mother's unmarked grave to know that equal was the one thing that all men were not. A few lived like kings, and the rest hugged the dirt until it cracked open and took them home."

From The Cold Millions, by Jess Walter

"I fell in love with my country - its rivers, prairies, forests, mountains cities, and people.............It could be a paradise on earth if it belonged to the people, not to a small owning class."

Elizabeth Gurley Flynn


We never had a chance. And by "we" I mean every person, not rich, who has ever called America home.

Money isn't everything? Are you fucking kidding me? Money is everything. Trying limping into old age with no money. Millions and millions of Americans are in that category. Millions are suffering, living in fear, stripped of pride.

Expanding on thoughts about this country, I've come across some points of view - in works of fiction - that make you consider what a dangerously fucked up country we live in and how very little we know about that truth.

One involved a group of rich and powerful men  -  ultra conservative - who despised liberals, and who also blamed Muslims for the decline of this country. They hatched a plan to detonate nuclear bombs in two liberal, American cities, knowing full well that Muslims would be blamed, resulting in retaliatory nuclear strikes by America in Islamic countries. The assumption being that if we wipe out Islam, we will be safe, thereby justifying the slaughter of American citizens.

Far fetched? Have you sensed or maybe even experienced, the intense hatred, man to man, that is drowning this country? That story line is extreme, but it or something equally as dangerous and cruel is not hard to believe. I believe there are millions of Americans willing to kill fellow Americans to get what they want.

Another story detailed an all encompassing plan by our enemies to disable this country in a coordinated series of attacks. On the power grid, violent attacks on say movie theaters or other public gathering places all at once across the country, sabotaging our food supply, spreading disease - again - all coordinated, all simultaneously across the country.

Far fetched? Some, or maybe all of it, has to be true.

Another idea is the fact that many obscenely rich people absolutely hate "poor" people. Despise them, laugh about them and at them, could care less if they suffer or die and are dedicated to keeping poor folk "in their place." I believe that too.

Interestingly, I have two close friends and a brother who beat the system - who won at life - who are living comfortably above the fray. Very comfortably. $. They are all set. They earned that peace of mind, they deserve it. But even though I am surrounded by financially successful people, I believe it's the exception, not the rule. Most of us stumble around blindly until we inadvertently stagger into our graves.

Related point - The Desiderata says: "If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain & bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself." Those are wise words and pure truth. And although I believe in that wisdom, for some reason I cannot burn them into my brain, make them part of my overall philosophy.

The result? I am bitter, definitely not vain.

Fuck it.

Tuesday, November 4, 2025

Third Time's A Charm?

I snagged another psychologist. #3.

He's in for a wild ride, because I am committed to total honesty.

We had a Telehealth thing last Friday, kind of getting to know each other. He's an older gentleman (probably younger than me), but up in age. That's good because it means he partially understands the fears and thought processes of Elderly Joe. Kind of.

We chatted for an hour last week and I felt comfortable with him. That is key, because the woman I worked with a few years ago was touchy feely, which does me no good. And that was 100% Telehealth. The guy I worked with before was face to face, but if I told him I wanted to be THE PATS next QB he would have said "Great!"

As I said, I made up my mind to go full bore - total honesty about the fucked up shit that's in my head. That does not come naturally because I am Al Pacino. A deliberately made up character whose actions and words have been perfected over 50 years of playacting. And the poison in my head is totally corrosive - you don't know the half of it. So saying it out loud makes me sound like a complete fucking wreck. Which, of course, I am. I am fully committed to exposing every fucked up thought bouncing around in my head. 

We spoke comfortably; he asked a hell of a lot of questions and took a lot of notes. The conversation ranged from me to Carol to my sons to my father and mother, my grandfather, The Kid, friends; jobs, passions, fears, hopes, disappointments. He circled back around later in the conversation to make certain points based on stuff I told him earlier. That impressed me, because he was already working on my brain. And the points were good ones.

Got all that done in an hour.

I was comfortable enough to schedule another appointment, but I'm shaking things up. Gonna meet in his office, face to face, this coming Friday. I figure that will erase any Pacino shit. I was brutally honest through Telehealth, and I mean brutally, but still, it is not personal enough. I want him to look into my eyes, read my body language, to get a complete impression.

And face to face will make me nervous, which should cancel out any playacting. I really want this to work.

So here I go again. But with a lot more urgency this time around. A LOT. The spectre of Death is an amazing motivator. I need to get shit straight so I can get me some peace of mind. Be more honest with my family. And allow me to do what I got to do to protect me & Carol in this fucked up environment.

The hot breath of Regret, Failure & Shame is scorching my neck.

I am fucking sick of it.

When I'm done with this guy, he'll be an alcoholic. But by then I'll be fixed enough that I can counsel him.

Only seems fair.

And they're off..........................................

Why Not?

I am looking for part time work that pays a decent wage.

No more junior high school rates.

Troy Aikman is a dumb jock. Jim Rice barely speaks English.

Shouldn't one of those jobs be mine?

Monday, November 3, 2025

Nothing Else Left

I have failed. 

I have procrastinated, misjudged, mishandled; been shortsighted, hesitant, and afraid.

I have made bad decisions and non decisions. 

I have fucked up, then doubled down on it.  

I have sabotaged good situations and suffered needlessly through bad ones.

I have made every mistake a man can make.

There is only one outcome left.

Spectacular success.