Win On Diagonals

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it’s this little strumpet that get’s my goat

Frosty Puff, a warm-hearted girl from icy-cold Niceland, was one of these new foreign friends. Although it is not obvious by her cold-weather appearance and attire, Frosty Puff’s scent is that of Blackberries, a first in the American Strawberry Shortcake line.

It’s a good thing we got a fighter on the left…or a well spoken liberal….right…you can list a myriad of ever more meaningless, watered down set of words, vague descriptions, and even the most tepid of such an ilk will hardly apply to Mr. O-me-do what HARD Right say…cause I’m a deal maker…a deal maker…that’s what we got…like that nubby little sychophant you might have worked with but couldn’t stomach the he did ‘business.’

The President, though supposedly a constitutional expert and though sworn to “preserve, protect and defend” the Constitution, will not say this. Instead he appears to treat the Constitution as an optional matter, to which he will not resort, in the hope that by negotiating with the hostage- takers he can reach some reasonable outcome that will preserve everyone’s good name. When ‘reasonable outcome’ means charging with elephantine steps towards a third world system of ENSURING CLASS INEQUALITY….Bring out the honest unreasonable people that are willing to stand up to those that insist that following Markets or ‘the Market’ oh great one! (great cover word of incredible vagueness and then some) is a cover for allowing increased legitimacy for oligopolies, unfair labor practices, hiked up rates, discrimination, the good old boy network, suffering, reliance on institutions that get their mandate from imaginary beings, or beings at the least that have shown little interest in our well being, and much more under such a sharkish rubric.

(The great Harvard legal scholar Laurence Tribe recently argued that the President cannot defy the debt ceiling on his own.) That’s a debatable point.) It is as though Lincoln in 1861 faced with the siege of Sumter had sat down with Confederate commissioners to see what could be worked out.

Thanks KG 7-11-11

Back from Wisconsin! What a great four day trip with Captain Tom. I even got my haircut in Milwaukee. A life time dream!

Don’t ever rule out a trip to Wisconsin in July with a great friend with no real agenda or set of expectations. You might just experience a hard to match or come down state of ebullience. Captain Tom and I flew you to Milwaukee this past Thursday. Part of our mission was to get film footage ‘on location’ for the latter half of a film idea we have called “Tom and Dom’s Hard Birch Beer.”  I won’t write about this little sure-to-be-gem here (terrified of purloiner(s)! We were heavily relying on the friendliness of strangers (no shortage in Milwaukee, and that goes for Madison) for assistance with our film. We met Nick from Bushwick on our Airtrans flight, and acted and filmed for us. He’s in the film industry (not sure exactly what he does) and was enthusiastic about our idea.

I went to see the Brewers play the Reds and Miller Field (had great seats eight rows a bit behind 1st base and Prince Fielder) The crew one, and the game was exciting. Miller Field was not a classic stadium experience by any means (built in 2001, and very family friendly—multi-purposed and so forth, but really nice. It was amazing to see the amount of tailgating going on—on a Thursday night mid season game! Holy shit! There were people smashed, grilling their brats and dogs, playing volley ball, listening to tunes, chilling. I’m a bit wiped (shouldn’t have had that last gin an tonic at 2 Am yesterday, knowing we had to drive from Madison back to Milwaukee to catch our flight home early this morning!

I’m fried. I’m DJ Pillow Neck. I start Volleyball Tuesday (LIVA League) at Robert Moses (WOO!)

A cryptic order
lying beneath the heterogeneous stuff of the world; one which, when divined, might reveal a kind of harmony that unifies the wildly sundry nature of things

It seems that it was his mother Grace’s habit to dress him, as a child, in long white frocks and fashion his hair like a little girl’s. It was a 19th-century custom to dress infants alike, but she took it to extremes. She referred to him, in his cute lacy dress, as “Dutch dolly”. She said she was his Sweetie, or, as he pronounced it, “Fweetee”. Once, when Ernest was two, Grace called him a doll once too often. He replied, “I not a Dutch dolly… Bang, I shoot Fweetee”.

First prize were two bottles of mini-boos, including a Captain Morgan. As these bottles look like cannon, they served wonderfully well on top of a bar fashioned with the idea of a man-o-war ship guiding it’s form…hence the Man-O-bar. The boos were placed in home-made canon holders, constructed of balsa wood. I proudly display these now on top of my rotating book shelf. So life is complete for me….win sea-shanty singing contest…..CHECK!……off to the graveyard with me! I owe my dear friend and almost PHD groupie Anne, a world of debut, and tacos and boos on me….for having presence of mind to record this…..the stomping and hollering were much greater as one may hear from this I-phone video….

Best,

Dom

No new jobs in a decade! No one is hiring, wages are frozen, and the mushrooming current account deficit provides $500 billion per year to create new jobs overseas. And all Obama wants to do is talk about is slashing the deficits.

But what about the jobs that are left? At least those are good paying jobs, right? I mean, at least a guy can put food on the table and pay the bills, right?

Not so.

Right now, roughly 65 million of the 130 million jobs in the country pay between $55,000 to $60,000 per year. In other words, they provide a “living wage”, so that families don’t have to scrape by in abject poverty. The other 65 million people are muddling by with part-time jobs or low-wage donkeywork that pays a lousy $20,000 to 25,000 per year.

So, here’s the deal: (According to David Stockman) Since 2007, we’ve lost 6.5 million of these good paying jobs, but added zero during that same period. All the growth has been in low wage jobs.

Stockman says, “For the last decade we have lost 10 per cent of the middle income economy and, so far in this alleged recovery, we’ve not replaced one of the 6.5 million middle class jobs we’ve lost….. We’ve got a real income distribution problem in this economy, and it’s getting worse, not better.” (David Stockman: Lack of Middle Class Jobs plus Low Growth equals “Alleged Recovery”, Yahoo Finance)

A former Reaganite talking about “income distribution”?!? Now there’s a shocker.

I hardly think the average American swaddled in unsecured and secured debt, most of it probably from medical expenses, or to float the grand dream of ‘realistic’ home ownership, gives a rats ass about the Federal deficit, or comprehends the truly signifigant components of this debt. I won’t write about the creative accounting that and the convenient lumping of certain entitlement programs that give a ‘we’re on fire’ impression of how entitlements need to be whacked off. I won’t go off the deep end with true cost and real beneficiaries of the disasterous turns capitalism has taken (particularly in US) since financialization of economy was set free to roam like a bull being confronted with a red dolly spinning in the center before a crowd of inebriated spectators, so happy for the conveniences of our modern life, that they bought the bullshit from both sides of the Wall Street Party.

Change the focus…..with all the western interventions at foot right now…seemingly to distract us (US?) from something else…(what might that be dear reader?)

It is worth recalling that most Afghans were pleased when the Taliban crapped out in 2001 and most Iraqis were glad to see the back of Saddam Hussein in 2003. But it did not follow that the opponents of autocracy were united, had real support or were less corrupt or more competent than their predecessors. Nor were Afghans or Iraqis prepared to see foreign armies determine who should hold power in their countries.

Pauci vident morbum suum, omnes amant

few see their own diseases , and all are attached to them

so no wonder…so much inter-’plaguing’ abounds

acknowledging constant error
knowing you are sick…sick?…
mind

whenas in conclusion
all are fools