I don’t need no doctor. No PCR test. No vaccination. Detested masks. Rarely wore one. Having loyalty to my brainwashed friends rarely do I share my private opinion. Amusingly at my office I am having a conversation with one tax pro about fake Covid. Why? Because I have no filter. No one is going to denounce me. Though I recognize the horror of being in it, with it, for it, I am in sympathy with Everyman and Everywoman. Normalcy. Life preservation comes first. Security needs. My feelings were take the other path. I did.
Insulin is my only drug as I am Diabetic thanks to a pencil eraser size lesion on my Pancreatic tail and a personal 2013 decision that surgery was contra-indicated . Stegiel is a Dunce in a sense. Parents owned a tract home in a suburban tract home neighborhood in the mid-60’s until my Mother’s death at the turn of the century. I needed money. I sold it. It took 5 years but I enjoyed every dime of that $100,000 and then poof just like a job it was gone.
Of course only the Golden Gold I ought to have invested in. Not Big Fun. Right, and sold today to buy Bitcoin or Etherum or Vapor Ware going to the moon. In my job I see tax returns and meet and greet the people. Ten minute maximum encounter - I encounter them by phone and then in person coming to see the tax person and then paying me to pay the tax person. A non-demanding gig with 5 Chinese tax pros is great but 5 months. So I have a snapshot of 150 random folks so far.
I use my extroversion as a sales guy personally repping some Brand. I started this with the Regional Occupation Program with Montgomery Wards. Camera Department at 17 for job experience and faster graduation credit. I knew nothing about cameras. It did get me a job in a Hardware business which got me into a job selling Plumbing and Electrical and then a job at a Hardware Warehouse that did not work out. So many jobs prospects and so little interest. I dunno. I think the trail I hacked in life after my youthful mainstreaming was a good one until Covid. Never really connected dots that civilizational collapse would arrive when I was 62. Now 66 and I worry about retirement as civilization collapses. Beloved life "If you don't believe I love you, look what a DADA fool I've been."
I can toil 3 more years without selling a damn thing I write. The race is on. How much frugality can a paycheck to paycheck existence bring in Sky High City? Depends on me. I have a desire to enjoy urban amenities on a dime. Naturally my dime is another soul’s Friday night. I will gladly go to the Opera if the seating is Grand Tier and $50.
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The Dunciad.
THE Mighty Mother, and her Son who brings[R. 2]
The Smithfield Muses[R. 3] to the ear of Kings,
I sing. Say you, her instruments the Great!
Call'd to this work by Dulness, Jove, and Fate[R. 4];
You by whose care, in vain decry'd and curst,
Still Dunce the second reigns like Dunce the first;
Say how the Goddess bade Britannia sleep,
And pour'd her Spirit o'er the land and deep.
In eldest time, e'er mortals writ or read,
E'er Pallas issu'd from the Thund'rer's head,
Dulness o'er all possess'd her ancient right,
Daughter of Chaos and eternal Night[R. 5]:
Fate in their dotage this fair Ideot gave,
Gross as her fire, and as her mother grave,
Laborious, heavy, busy, bold, and blind[R. 6],
She rul'd, in native Anarchy, the mind.[R. 7]
Still her old Empire to restore[R. 8] she tries,
For, born a Goddess, Dulness never dies
https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/The_Dunciad/Book_1
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