Typing from under a blanket of katz

VERY short day at the J.O.B.,,,  don’t wanna talk about it, though; it wasn’t a fight that wrapped up the day,,,

Colder than the lowest level of hell out there right now.   (exagerated but you get my poiint)   don’wanna do nuthin’s and the katz are in full concurrance,,,,   It does make typing a little problematic though,,,,   contortions needed,,,,  and those kittums have pointy ends to ‘voice’ displeasure on being jostled.  

Stopped in at Da’s to see Sis and her S.O. off on their way home.  Some good convo between us.   

Like the whole “obesity’ shitte and how places are making rules to combat it.   MY OPINION,,,, Get rid of the streaming services and BOOBTOOB and you’ll find people start shedding wieght,,,,   Of course, that’s just one persons opinion and opinions=assholes,,,,,,   everyones got one and they all stink,,,

and then the “Utopian Dream” we can all get along and the world will be PERFECT,,,,

only, NO, no it won’t.   One persons idea of Utopia might my version of Hell,,, and when you have 8billion opinions of whats ‘perfect’, ain’t nuthin’ going to line up very often.    There is a reason there are over 200 recognized independent nations on this globe,,,, and there are factions within factions inside even those,,,,  

we call that “Culture”, and there are times I think of Bio-scientists and there “cultures” in petri dishes,,,,    the analogy applies, in many different ways, but I was thinking something snarky,,,,   

Lots going around the webs right now, but there is one thing that keeps tying it all together.   COLLAPSE.  economic, political, societal, mental health, you name it; it seems like EVERYTHING is collapsing around our ears.  

and then I go kayaking and the REAL world is still there, and the waters are clear, the deer still come to the edge to drink or play and still run when they ‘finally’ see me, life, just as it should be.  

Every year I retreat a little further, every year the world gets a little more sideways, and still, nothing ever changes.   I imagine that I could pull a 10 year hiatus from ‘reality’ and the only changes that would shock me would be how much technology had moved: the people and thier motives would remain the same. 

Fact?   Dunno, just conjecture, but I strongly feel that absolutely nothing would differ past technology and economic shifts.  And those economic shifts have been a constant my entire life. (usually for the worse, but, in hindsight, or through personal adjustment, nothing really differs)  

There are days where I look at it all and ask myself ‘whos fucking with my drip this time?’  since it feels like I am strapped to a gurney with a intravenous drip to keep me sedated and hallucinatory.   Lord knows I have so little control over the nightmare unfolding in this space/time (not to include my kayaking, which may just be my ‘dreams’,,,,,) 

And yet, YOU CAN’T STOP WATCHING!!!  It’s like that car wreck: you know its coming, you WANT to look away but there is some monkey side of you that won’t let you,,,  You have to watch until the last peice stops moving, and then, and ONLY then, can you move to help the injured.    

Or, in this case, a Train wreck,,,,   same point though

Too many moving parts with too many thoughts of thier own,,,   you might see ‘a better way’ but it won’t mesh with mine, or his or hers,,,  Do what you can, and attract those of like mind, or retreat and be the island in the storm?  Those questions are daily and the only downside to the ‘island’ one is ‘no man is an island’ and the older one gets, the more that fact becomes clear.   We are SOCIAL creatures, the problem as I see it is when some jerks find out they can ‘pull the strings’ from behind the curtain on the social schemes and start mucking up natural evolutions on the social side of things.(looking at you FAKEBOOK)

I retreat, the world encroaches,,,, I advance and the world flees,,,   Where is the middle ground here?   Just wanna live a life and not worry about “is there gonna be a tomorrow”,,,   and in some ways I am there, but if so, its a dystopian form of it.   more mere existance than living,,,,  no room for plans past getting away for brief spells, nothing solid to hold onto to make plans with.  Can’t even count on ‘money in the bank’ these days since it may not be worth half of its value tomorrow.   OR like real estate, so overblown in value, its worthless because no one will buy it: numbers on a piece of paper that you might be able to use to wipe your ass, but not put food on a table.

That real world will always win.   Food, fire, water, and shelter: the real commodities market that never ever goes bad, but may get lean.   It never ceases to amaze me how “for granted” those things are taken in this ‘modern’ world.   What would happen to this country if suddenly water wasn’t readily available from a tap, and fresh food had to be FOUND, not just picked up on the way home?  If you even had a home to get TO,,,,,   90+% would die in just a couple of weeks, and more would die due to the diseases that would proliferate from the dead,,,   Imagine CONUS knocked down to 5% of its current population in less than a months time,,,  (apologies to the writers out there for sticking another scenario into your heads,,,,  ) 

BUT, will it happen?   I highly doubt it.  I do expect things to get sketchy around the edges, but not fall to that level.  We may lose a couple thousand feet of altitude, but we aren’t going to be ‘hugging the treetops’ either.   And I don’t want to conjecture on EMP’s or the like, which are still on the radar,,,,   I think at worst, we will fall so low as to lose all status on the world stage, then pull our skirts up tight and rebuild.  While that is going on, those countries that THINK they might have a chance at controlling our resources are going to find out, that even with “America” gone, AMERI-CANS are still obstinate ungovernable Radicals and “NO, we ain’t gonna play that game; now get off the lawn and leave us alone,,,,”

And I may not be around to see the rise from the ashes,,, Not as long in tooth as some, but I’m not exactly a rutting buck either.  

Heinleins Crazy years?  Dunno, sometimes I think even RAH was too pessimistic.   And the next week I think he was too optimistic: what we are seeing was so far out of his imagination,,,,   I dunno,,, just typing outloud now,,,,   Maybe not CrazyYears, but definitely Cursed by the Chinese,,, “may you live in interesting times”,,,,,,

Keep on livin’