Ways of Looking At Life

If the guy down the street is out of work it's a recession.  If you're out of work it's a depression.  If the guy down the street is robbed it's an elevated crime rate.  If your house was robbed last night the crime rate for you is one hundred percent.  There was some guy on TV saying the crime rate is down and racism is down and inflation is down and unemployment is down.  His point was that life is pretty good so don't worry; be happy.   Sixty Minutes had the chairman of the Federal Reserve on last night.  Everything is great.  Intrest rates were raised in small incriments four times and that's enough.  Things are stable now.  But President Trump wants the guy fired, which he doesn't have the power to do because he won't DROP intereest rates.  It's a good thing there are powers even Trump doesn't have.  Of course the problem is we don't have the four percent economic growth rates now because they say "the labor force isn't growing".   All of the baby boomers are retiring.  That makes it easier to get the numbers looking good.  But the trouble is there is a vast segment of our US population that is either in jail or on welfare or strung out on drugs that Trump never addresses with his economic rosiness.   There was a TV show on last night that does you can file an injunction against someone if your personal computer program, one you wrote yourself, interfers with your neighbor's economic profits.  You can get a judge who doesn't even want to hear any evidence on the subject, and it's a complicated one.  She just rules in your neighbor's favor.  In this case your program was to thwart your neighbor from hacking your computer and spying on you.  So this judge was saying you don't have a right to defend yourself against spying.  It's kind of like with NAFTA you can sue the government if their newly passed pollution laws interfers with your corporate profits.  This really sucks.  You don't have a "right" to a certain wild rate of economic profit.  You have to be a good citizen with the rest of us.  I would say the same way on the economic tax rate.  You don't have the "right"' to a one percent tax rate on your billions that you make at other people's expense.  I was listening to Bill Handel the other day and I guess you better now buy a Jack Russel terrior.  They will bite you on the finger and crush the bone so it will have to be in a cast for weeks.  Then when it's healed the dog will go after your sister's face lunging at her.  And of course Bill Handel was conned into not having the dog put down because the vet gave him to some other unwhitting victim.

We were minus an opening paragraph.  That was going to be on the origens of Christianity.  Let me just say this.  The Moslems don't believe Jesus was crucified.  If Jesus' father was a Roman he was legally a Roman citizen and maybe he moved to Rome and preached and ministered there for thirty years in Rome.  That would have been better for everybody.  I'd rather have twenty years of Jesus' ministry rather than twenty years of the theology of St. Paul.  That's just my oppinion.  This edit page took a long time to load.  We supplied a lot of fluff for you.

FULL MOON TIDE

Mama, He Treats Your Daughter Mean (artist)
You Ain't Nothing but a Hound Dog (Bib Mama Thornton)
Drunk! (September 1953)
Hole in the Wall (ditto)

Lily Mae Belle (Valentines)  

Lucille (Little Richard)
Susie Q (Dale Hawkins) (?)
Goody, Goody  (Frankie Lineman)
Smokey Paces (Corsairs) (?)
Why Do I Love You Like I Do (fall 1961 artist)

Surf Beat (Dick Dale) 

On Broadway (The Drifters)

Dance, Dance, Dance (Beach Boys)

Ringo (Lorne Green)

Any way You Want It (Dave Clark Five)

Leopardskin Pillbox Hat  (Bob Dylan)

Men are Getting Scarce  (Joe Tex)
Rock Me, Baby (Blue Cheer)

Crimson and Clover (Tommy James & the Shandels)

Front cover is a possible copyright violation.  That big bad wolf in the pea green jacket standing in front of the White House, just having had a sneasing attack and he blew all of the Trump administration out of the White House, with an “a-choo” caption and a few movement lines.  The back photo is Jim Morrison lying in a field of clover in yellow flower bloom, with his arms out and a blissful expression on his face.  I don’t know when or where this photo was taken.  The title listings are in the upper left corner.  I believe this album was out two weeks ago but the Federation wouldn’t approve it till this morning.  They may still have their doubts because the tracks haven’t been officially “canonized” yet.  The inside flap is the most recent material.  This is saying that President Trump should be impeached because “A tide taken at the flood leads on to success” and all that taken badly out of context from a Shakesphere play.  The line is that Muller left the door wide open for impeachment.  I have my doubts about this line of reasoning because I don’t know what tricks Trump has up his sleeve where we may suffer reverses.   The song two tracks from the end has been switched out because the prior occupant is on the album "Deepest Rock". 

This is Sunday June 2, 2019 on an all overcast day.  That predicted heat wave keeps being delayed.  The Federation has seen fit to putting out another rock compilation today though I think a version of it may have been out two weeks ago during the full moon.  We learn that Google is down in cities all over the country today.   I had a chef’s salad for lunch having changed my menu because I’m sick of chicken and whatever black beans and rice were with that.  Sometimes you don’t want dinner for lunch.  We had mixed fruit for dessert.  I turned on Leo Laporte but Chris Marquardt wasn’t on.  This bit about Google would impact You Tube as well as blogger.  I was fighting drowsiness.  I borrowed two cigarettes from Phyllis.  At a quarter to one I turned on the TV and the NBA play-offs game two wasn’t on but the Detroit Grand Prix was. The picture didn’t come on till after one.  People have been asking me more and more when Bill will be returning.  It could be any time.   My money spending rates this month are way down.   The cat was out there first thing out the door I saw this morning.  Gene fed her last night when she was around.  Phyllis got defensive when I asked her if she had fed the cat.  

Last night it was the ABC network news.  After six thirty I was outside and I heard a rumor the reason for Kevin’s brain damage is that he was hit with a sledge hammer walking through a dark alley by himself coming home from his job at Boeing.  His brains splattered all over the place.  I got to thinking about this story.  The other story is that he had a stroke one night and woke the way he is now in the morning.  I got my medication before seven.  When I hear stories like with Keven I get mad at Christianity because they like to rationalize and shrug off pure evil as though if you ignore it, it won’t be a problem.  I watched two “Major Crimes” episodes just like the previous Saturday.  The first one was pretty intense.  The police sure do a lot of lying to everybody in both episodes.  I guess it’s SOP for them.  I went to bed soon after nine even though I wasn’t that tired.  I had a dream there was some big gathering and Bill Clinton was there and Laura Hammil as there and I felt as though both of them were insulting and disrespecting me so I came down hard on them and got on their case.   Then I woke up.  Then  I went back to sleep and there was this cubicle thing where I was supposed to do an essay on each of the objects in the room and what they mean.  There was also a novel in the room and I was supposed to read that and give a synopsis of that.  I read about a third of it and had basic understanding.