will work 4…
food, sleep, drugs & sex. …with the radio on. (roadrunner, roadrunner)
Well, I’m not sure how many noticed but,…last week was a rough week for Wall Street & investors,…unless you bet on things turning to shit. Then it was golden for you. I wonder what will happen on Monday,…as in when it gets light out. Could check the Asian markets & see if the sky is falling… But, I actually think the whole things kinda silly. I wish I had’ve stuck to my original game plan & bet a couple hundred bucks on call options last Friday, instead of as the week went along last week. I guess I thought that after the sky fell on Thursday, was it?,…that the market oughta have bounced off the asphalt curb by Friday,…and then skip to my lude. Anyway. That’s not what happened. No big deal.
It could all still be good. In fact, it’s supposed to be, or actually is,…were it not for my flawed perception of what I think reality is. Probably shouldn’t be reading Greg Palast’s book, “Armed Madhouse.” Between him pointing out that the situation in the Middle East is about a battle between “Big Oil” wanting the amount of oil to be pumped in accordance with OPEC’s rules as it is dictated by Saudi Arabia, …and the neocons wanting the U.S. to be global dominator of the world & wanting OPEC oil pumping quotas crushed. And how the State Department is run by “Big Oil” and how the Pentagon is run by the neocons. And how the battles in the Middle East are actually fought in an American city named Washington. And how this feud has driven up the price of oil in such a way that any time the price of oil becomes over $30 bucks a barrel, then it’s worth it for Venezuela to pull their pricey, thick oil out of ground. And how there’s more oil, when you include this “kinda expensive to pull out of the ground, thick” oil, then there is in the rest of the whole world combined. And how this is all some kind of chess game. And Chavez is still in the game, and somewhat ahead.
And then having read a kinda older book (from 1998,…), “The Accidental Theorist” by Paul Krugman,…and knowing that he is one of the best economists alive, and how he (in my opinion) almost singlehandedly saved Social Security from getting privatized by the Bunnypants Gang, by going on all the networks and explaining to the average dumbass American (which includes me) exactly how Americans were about to get jacked by their leaders in a big-time, “it’s gonna hurt,” way. Anyway. Oh yeah, Krugman. He now writes for the New York Times as a columnist. But, it was interesting to hear how he referred to a couple of liberal writers as hacks, and explained why. (Robert Reich & William Greider)
Anyway. And then finding out that Greg Palast was an economist, as well as a reporter. I didn’t know that. His last book hooked me up with the name Joseph Stiglitz. And Stiglitz, who was Clinton’s chief economic advisor, and then worked for the World Bank, … explained how the IMF jacked 3rd world countries. Via a thing called structural adjustment. Via the knuckleheads who brought you voodoo economics, aka supply-side economics. Which is the most absurd philosophy, disguised as legitimate economics, possibly ever invented. It basically says that the moon is made of cheese, and occasionally the cow flies over it. Crazy stuff. Except for the part where it’s keeping people down around the world because it’s enacted as some kind of official policy. Enacted as law in some countries.
Why am I writing this? I probably shouldn’t have taken that last bong hit.
I technically wasn’t talking about politics. Not really.
It’s probably what I’ve been reading in the last day or two. I think it gave me weird dreams last night. I dreamed I was partying & just kinda wanderin’ down the way with Bill Maher (kinda like the Beavis & Butthead sequence at the end of the movie) and at some point in my dream, my friend, Bob, who’s been on another plane of existence since March of 2000, was laying on the roof talking down to us. Actually, I think he was just smiling. Or I suppose you could call it a grin.
I really wish I was in a little better touch with Alice. And with some of my other friends, at least via e-mail. But, this summer has kinda got me down & wore me out,…& when that happens these dayz, I don’t want to have a negative affect on others. That’s the simple explanation for me being out of touch with people for certain periods. It’s almost the year anniversary since me & Alice became good friends. I’m going to try to make note of the date.
I’m sure glad I missed Rush in concert in Phoenix on Friday.
It’s 11:11 p.m. now. Cool. This time may be a portal. Or a tunnel & there is no time. Just a constant mural with any given point you want to direct your focus to. Or something. I don’t know science. Some of the stuff is wrong anyway. And it’s just too pricey to fix the textbooks, as well as certain old tenured professors’ writings would have to be discounted. And these old farts can’t tolerate that. They want the old physics. Not the “New Physics.” Damn hippies, they cry.
What in the world am I writing? I’m not even sure what person I’m writing in. Third person. Who’s third person? No, who’s on first. What? What’s on second. I don’t know. Third base. Third person. Third bird turd.
(author goes in search of a beer) bbrsih… (ack!)
