I hear ya...those masks drive me fuckin nuts...total bullshit. a 6 yr old has better sense about the harm with masks than almost all health care workers...wtf!? How can people be sooo ignorant? They do NOT work! Period. Paul alexander has put together a compilation of 112 studies they are harmful. And these health care workers cannot read!?
Invincible ignorance. Truly my reading of early 20th century, late 19th century people who interest me is paying off quite well. I am grokking. I feel the difference. I will post about this in a few days. I can practically put my finger on the generational changes. The triumph of Le Machine. About 1920.
I decided to use Fire TV YouTube app. Over Christmas I reminisced about some Berkeley shows with the Dead. Scooted over to winter jazz. Then saw a show of Talking Heads today before returning to hospital. Fit the mood. Too gray and hazy to be a China Cat Sunflower.
A Controlled Nuclear Meltdown is sounding better, eh?
Well, if one is catching flies , honey is best, we may agree, but how to deal with the deadly dragons?
I will you the utmost strength and clarity to navigate this insanity-driven nightmare, and I seem to sense a rising tide of "whomp & stomp" building in many areas of our sleepy, tired (or is it hypnotized?) world.
We few that can preserve our dignity, so as not to descend to a violently pitched and brutal bloodbath, will not be able to calm the storm, once it smashes through the Gates'...
Righteous Indignation, my comrade, is the force that can build up in frequency, until it will bring the Wall crashing, crumbing down, down, down.
A Bone- Chilling Roar of indignation echoing down the Permanente halls of The Kaiser (Caesar)(Tzar)... sending the drooling mad tyrants fleeing to their various bolt-holes. They'd Better Run!!!
Blessings for the whole, blasted lot of these degenerate, marionette puppets, with 5 & 6G commands to animate them- surely some, if not All of them, are to be pitied for this wretched state that they were beguiled into accepting as the New Norm.
Off to the metaverse with them, if that is what lures them! Or, off to Mars, with the whole wretched and miserably confused lot of them, if this Earth is so terribly dirty and frightening...
Be Done and Gone, already, or perhaps we, the people may grow bold enough to assist with this clean-up that is past due, no longer willing to be protestors being shuttled along the government- approved sidelines.
Eyes Sharp! Tongue (Sword) at the ready!
Words are powerfully sharp, when wielded correctly, as you are fully aware I sense, and they may even pierce the densest, darkest depths of the willingly stupid, when deftly wielded by a one that may muster forth with such - and "Bravo, Bravo" may be heard at such times, leaving a semi-permanent Mark upon the minds capable of witnessing.
Consider to stay employed these Stakhanovites inject, mask, wear face shields, gloves and dutifully obey any insanity for love of money. Last night when door was open I obeyed with mask 'neath nose sitting in back on my bed/chair perusing Substack then a nurse did something with a machine and asked since it was 10:30 if we wanted light out and we said yes and she shut light and closed door.
I fitfully slept until 3 AM when nurses came to room to wash her down and change bedding. I did not know time. It was dark
Judith thought it was breakfast. Then we go back to sleep until 7:00 AM when new team comes. Like prison or a military base the mission is motion. Staff must obey machines.
It is a saddening mess to behold, and I mourn for all of the loss at the various hands of greed and love for shiny, temporal things, that will be found guilty, but not convicted, for having robbed them all of Real Life.
Mustering a dogged determination only to defend the deadly institutions that would own each and all, and dispose of those as chattel, or worse.
The die may appear cast, but no man held them, I rest assured.
Well man Fell. The meaning of this is that once a time was when we had not and this was spiritually a very higher place. In such a world after the Fall we are poor wayfaring strangers. Osiris will not have his body back and Humpty Dumpty man is to be replaced by Tesla Man. And if the spontaneous combustion occurs the circuitry can be improved for cold fusion.
Well the game played is like 3-D chess. Low trust in Kaiser. She needs support to make it. Sleeping alone thinking about her is not good. So here though sleep interrupted by staff a certain security is created. An imperfect world. However in fact little changes. My friends remaining are few. One visited with us today.
Personally I don't think that a lot of friends are necessary.
When my father, in a dementia unit, used to complain that I was his only visitor I would point out that my visit, being someone focused on him, was a whole lot more than "no one", and that I was looking out for him.
I never actually worked out a succinct way of phrasing this belief of mine, but I absolutely think it.
I could look at him and see how he was, I could check out his room and his clothes and see how staff treated him and what he was capable of.
I didn't stay long as his concept of time was a little muddly, but I would make short significant visits and let the staff know that I was paying attention.
It's good for staff to know that they have valuable merchandise and that someone is paying attention.
I hear ya...those masks drive me fuckin nuts...total bullshit. a 6 yr old has better sense about the harm with masks than almost all health care workers...wtf!? How can people be sooo ignorant? They do NOT work! Period. Paul alexander has put together a compilation of 112 studies they are harmful. And these health care workers cannot read!?
Invincible ignorance. Truly my reading of early 20th century, late 19th century people who interest me is paying off quite well. I am grokking. I feel the difference. I will post about this in a few days. I can practically put my finger on the generational changes. The triumph of Le Machine. About 1920.
Thanks for the music. Psycho Killer, just what we needed - how did you know?
Thinking of you and Judith in this 'controlled' situation. I think you are handling it well.
Lots of love
I decided to use Fire TV YouTube app. Over Christmas I reminisced about some Berkeley shows with the Dead. Scooted over to winter jazz. Then saw a show of Talking Heads today before returning to hospital. Fit the mood. Too gray and hazy to be a China Cat Sunflower.
A Controlled Nuclear Meltdown is sounding better, eh?
Well, if one is catching flies , honey is best, we may agree, but how to deal with the deadly dragons?
I will you the utmost strength and clarity to navigate this insanity-driven nightmare, and I seem to sense a rising tide of "whomp & stomp" building in many areas of our sleepy, tired (or is it hypnotized?) world.
We few that can preserve our dignity, so as not to descend to a violently pitched and brutal bloodbath, will not be able to calm the storm, once it smashes through the Gates'...
Righteous Indignation, my comrade, is the force that can build up in frequency, until it will bring the Wall crashing, crumbing down, down, down.
A Bone- Chilling Roar of indignation echoing down the Permanente halls of The Kaiser (Caesar)(Tzar)... sending the drooling mad tyrants fleeing to their various bolt-holes. They'd Better Run!!!
Blessings for the whole, blasted lot of these degenerate, marionette puppets, with 5 & 6G commands to animate them- surely some, if not All of them, are to be pitied for this wretched state that they were beguiled into accepting as the New Norm.
Off to the metaverse with them, if that is what lures them! Or, off to Mars, with the whole wretched and miserably confused lot of them, if this Earth is so terribly dirty and frightening...
Be Done and Gone, already, or perhaps we, the people may grow bold enough to assist with this clean-up that is past due, no longer willing to be protestors being shuttled along the government- approved sidelines.
Eyes Sharp! Tongue (Sword) at the ready!
Words are powerfully sharp, when wielded correctly, as you are fully aware I sense, and they may even pierce the densest, darkest depths of the willingly stupid, when deftly wielded by a one that may muster forth with such - and "Bravo, Bravo" may be heard at such times, leaving a semi-permanent Mark upon the minds capable of witnessing.
Sally forth...
Rule based system top down and Hirelings.
Consider to stay employed these Stakhanovites inject, mask, wear face shields, gloves and dutifully obey any insanity for love of money. Last night when door was open I obeyed with mask 'neath nose sitting in back on my bed/chair perusing Substack then a nurse did something with a machine and asked since it was 10:30 if we wanted light out and we said yes and she shut light and closed door.
I fitfully slept until 3 AM when nurses came to room to wash her down and change bedding. I did not know time. It was dark
Judith thought it was breakfast. Then we go back to sleep until 7:00 AM when new team comes. Like prison or a military base the mission is motion. Staff must obey machines.
It is a saddening mess to behold, and I mourn for all of the loss at the various hands of greed and love for shiny, temporal things, that will be found guilty, but not convicted, for having robbed them all of Real Life.
Mustering a dogged determination only to defend the deadly institutions that would own each and all, and dispose of those as chattel, or worse.
The die may appear cast, but no man held them, I rest assured.
Peace and Strength, Brother.
Well man Fell. The meaning of this is that once a time was when we had not and this was spiritually a very higher place. In such a world after the Fall we are poor wayfaring strangers. Osiris will not have his body back and Humpty Dumpty man is to be replaced by Tesla Man. And if the spontaneous combustion occurs the circuitry can be improved for cold fusion.
Sorry, but I am getting annoyed with Judith.
She is being selfish and demanding and wrecking your health.
Sounds like you have plenty of mental stamina but what a strain it is on you.
You are the one whom I care about.
Well the game played is like 3-D chess. Low trust in Kaiser. She needs support to make it. Sleeping alone thinking about her is not good. So here though sleep interrupted by staff a certain security is created. An imperfect world. However in fact little changes. My friends remaining are few. One visited with us today.
Nice that a friend visited.
Personally I don't think that a lot of friends are necessary.
When my father, in a dementia unit, used to complain that I was his only visitor I would point out that my visit, being someone focused on him, was a whole lot more than "no one", and that I was looking out for him.
I never actually worked out a succinct way of phrasing this belief of mine, but I absolutely think it.
I could look at him and see how he was, I could check out his room and his clothes and see how staff treated him and what he was capable of.
I didn't stay long as his concept of time was a little muddly, but I would make short significant visits and let the staff know that I was paying attention.
It's good for staff to know that they have valuable merchandise and that someone is paying attention.
Agree. A few close folks. Death in the West is a grim game. A base level of sadism lied about.
Amen to that.