Tea Party Not Happy With Debt Deal

There used to be a song played on Demento called "Life is too short to be Shy". It's about firing right back with a zinger when someone makes a disparaging barb about you. Of course some people make so MANY stupid statements that it's news when they don't. What has amazed me is the number of really looney responses to the Debt Ceiling deal of yesterday. Yesterday Rush Limbaugh said "The Obama side sought to blame the Republicans for having a default, if it came to that". Today Rush Limbaugh described the whole notion of a national default as an "Idle threat" and a "False narritive" because he says "Everybody knows governments don't have defaults". Tell that to Greece. Rush remarked about the drop in the stock market over the past eight days. By the way we may have seen the last of that for a while. People were saying it was the biggest drop of the year, and others said it was the biggest drop since 2008. Apparently the S & P 500 made new lows for the year. According to Rush - the market drop is because everybody on Wall Street knows this whole default thing was bogus, and the whole idea that there will be ANY debt reduction is bogus because Rush tells us, "There IS no debt reduction in this bill". Sarah Palin doesn't like this deal because the Defense budget gets cut. Glen Beck didn't like this deal one bit either. Rush then launched into a thing about how dieting causes the brain to eat its own brain cells. He says "This is why the Hollywood community is so stupid". But he added "Of course it doesn't matter if I lose brain cells because I still have the other half of my brain tied behind my back". I will say this. This debt reduction bill is a whole lot smaller than I would have wanted, or pushed for. But John Boehner rejected the four trillion dollar deal in favor of this one so take it up with him. This deal only reduces the national debt 2.4 trillion in a ten year period. In that period the debt will go from 14.5 trillion to about 28 trillion and now it is reduced to 25.6 trillion instead. We have to do a whole lot better than that or this debt really WILL become a problem for us. I imagine the unemployment rate will go up a notch or two when the next one is released. This rate is like backed up plumbing. It just isn't going to go down without some sort of decisive action.

Well I woke at three and got up and smoked two cigarettes. I was kind of just mad at God or whoever for having lived such an unproductive life. It was one of those mental musings. I thought of a dialog with God that might make a good script but I opted not to do it. Last week and last night I was thinking about those letters from Dad to his mother. There is one thing notably lacking in any of those letters and that is any sense of patriotism or being proud to be American. I thought that was the first thing they were taught in the military. There was no concerned for other troops fighting across the globe in the midst of World War II. What there was was a lot of talk about reading various biographies of Nepolian and listening to Beethoven’s Third, and comparing the comfort of various pairs of shoes, or collecting watches, or asking for money, or complaining you weren’t getting paid, or adverse remarks about the weather. And there were musings on the lack of intelligence of Chicanos in the unit. Of course I haven't even mentioned the circumstances under which he got his medical discharge. The circumstances have always been a little iffy. By the way techinally it was a General Discharge, rather than an "Honorable" discharge. They aren’t the sort of thing you’d frame in some lobby somewhere. His attitude tword me in the later years is a whole other matter meriting complaint to God. In this skit God acts like a total asshole similar to that “Dead Zone” series of dialogs with God and others in April and into Mayof 1996. I guess it was that relation with Dianne, a fellow tennent, that pulled me out of my depression that I had been in since about April first. She of course had that blond haired six year old son named Zach that was very chatty. I went back to bed muttering to myself “Don’t complain - - don’t complain”. This whole God thing was a road I didn’t want to go down now. I had some sort of a dream I think took place in the Bosc tract neighborhood. Often I’ve had dreams of living in a different house plan in that same tract that I’ve never been in. I think there was stuff about Alice Cooper and David Bowie songs from that ‘seventies era (pre Bosc house) and there was some movie they were promoting what seemed only a “few years back” (?) which was some science fiction blockbuster about the rapture or the end of the world, or some ongoing cult. Or maybe it was propaganda for the Ziggy cult come to life. Anyhow I woke from this dream and it was about 5:30 with a hint of getting light. And I thought about that “other life” I had dreamed about before. I got two “messages from beyond”. One was that “It’s such a relief to live in a young healthy body you’re about willing to pay any price to do it”. The other was "You know, Mal Evans has always been fond of you”. This remark rattled me and I’ll tell you why. Remember that time when Uncle Bob was running his mouth and he said “Of course [Marcus] always got the lion’s share of love from {Grandma”]. Somehow I found that remark offensive, as though there was something somehow unseemly about a close, affectionate relation with a loved one. Uncle Bob began making an increasing number of responses or remarks to or about me that were a little "off". I don’t know “where or who” (somewhere in hyperspace- - - ) this remark about Mal Evans originated. I would have been OK with, “Mal Evans is a really nice guy” or “Mal Evans admires your brain” or “Mal Evans thinks you have real potential”. I just didn’t like the way it was worded. It too much connotes “teachers pet” or something.

This is Wednesday August 3, 2011 and Judge Pirro is on. Generally it’s been less muggy and cooler today, which is better. I drowsed through noon hour Randy Rhodes. Well, Clowie’s pimp put Kate on notice to butt out of his affairs or she’d be sorry, and he added he doesn’t care who she is married to. Kinsey wants to be Clowie’s personal assistant. She can be my personal assistant any time. Just one question: Is Kinsey a whore? She intercepted one of the calls on Clowie’s cell phone and made an appointment with one of her perspective Johns. I find it admirable that she’s going to keep Clowie’s secret. Lets hope she means it. Meanwhile that “homophobe” friend scored last night with Kinsey. H’ll always have that one to hold over Sonny’s head. You know, “You took your lucky break and broke it in two – now what can be done for you?”

I went out to the courtyard and finally found a shady chair. I got two cups of iced tea from Dora. Then I listened to the rest of Randy Rhodes. In the morning I had Stephanie Miller on before and after breakfast, and I also had Thom Hartman on. In terms of that congressional committee of six democrats and six republicans, their recommendations cannot be amended. Someone had formerly said that the House, filled with tea baggers, could amend the thing, but that the Senate couldn’t, which has a majority of democrats. That wouldn’t be one bit fair. For lunch we had tomato and onion soup and crab salad. I got two extra dinner rolls, one from J W and one from Brenda, and had seconds on the salad from Ray. It was a good lunch.

We have "restored" a paragraph I forgot to include yesterday. And by the way if you think dying is any picnic, try liver cancer when you're only 46. By the way coincidentally, late April of 1993 was only days before the last time I saw my gray striped cat in early May of 1993. And speaking of dropped segments, I think the following is one the Simpson's could have used. Mrs. Hoover calls up Ralph Wiggam to her desk and says, "Oh, by the way we changed your web site from flotus to "flatus". Somebody else wanted "flotus" back. You remember that nice Black lady who spoke at our school a couple weeks ago. She thought "flatus" was just perfect for you." Ralph: What does "FLATUS" stand for". Mrs Hoover: "Oh - - that stands for First Lover At the Ultimate Site"." Ralph: "Bart Simpson E mailed me and he addressed me as "Your Royal Flatulance. What kind of nobility title is that?" Mrs. Hoover: "Not a good one, Ralph". Ralph: "You look sad, Mrs. Hoover". Hoover: "It's students like you that made me wish I had gotten that job at a department store demonstrating blenders. But the assistent manager said I sucked at and I didn't get the job". Ralph: "Did you suck at it because your name is Hoover?" Teacher: "You can go back to your desk now, Ralph".

THE FOLLOWING WAS TYPED LAST SATURDAY

I had the perfect title name for this file but now I can't remember it. It’s after 10:30 and Melinda Lee is just coming on. I haven’t heard her on the radio in years, since she was on KFI.She’s on KNX 1070. I listened to the Republican response to Obama at 8:07 and I counted off the false statements. Then it was the hit parade of “Fido Blue”. No that’s not a singing dog, but it featured classics such as “Cranberry Hill” and “Blueberry Fields Forever” and “It was a Berry Good Year”. It was a combination of blue and purple foods, including purple carrots, which are reputed to be very nutritious and tasty- - as well as added fiber in the diet. That was a Purity product on KTLK.

I’m brewing a second batch of coffee right now. Dr. Levy convened class just after 8:30. He just had car trouble with a nail in a tire. He just bought an optical projector that takes information from a computer and projects it on a wall or screen, and joked that he “couldn’t afford one with sound”. He got the thing hooked up without reading the instructions or anything. We watched a rather lengthly thing on American culture we didn’t finish because it was too long. Some of the accents were off. The Hillbillies didn’t sound “right”. And as an incarnation of Jess Ryder I can tell you people in rural New England don’t talk the way they talked on this segment. Ask Stephen King. He’ll tell you. They had the Texas-Oklahoma accents down pretty good. The NE people sounded more like southern Missouri like the Ozarks or something. They also had steel miners and wine growers and people working with horses on the continental divide. Dr. Levy skipped the rock music segment. He had that guy on a bike in New York weaving amongst traffic, and he is not long for this world. I don’t care how fast his reflexes are. And his accent sounded suspiciously Californian, and no local. They had an acrobatic airplane flyer from Florida, and they had some decorated cars, and some weirdo thing from a cold place. After this he played a long Van Morrison song called “Ancient Highway” or something- that must have gone on six or seven minutes. Watches don’t lie. He wanted to play another song but me and Rose said “No’. It was already seven after ten and often they’ve called snacktime by then. Then Dr. Levy gave away some clothing items. Finally at 10:13 they called snack time and it was a quarter after before we were able to get out of the room. I ate the football cookie he gave me. Then I took a whiz and smoked a cigarette, and then put on coffee. It’s ready now. - - - OK now it’s eleven.

Congress and the President - Punt

Well it seems on this whole debt crisis thing, all the mighty politicians have had their conclave and have given birth to a mouse. It only cuts federal expenditures 1.2 Trillion when the President had formerly agreed with that Gang of Six committed on a plan that would have cut the deficit 3.7 trillion. There are no new taxes of any sort in this plan nor any sort of “revenue enhancement” at all. As such the plan is a major flop all around. It doesn’t make the hard decisions on cutting bloated government programs. All those decisions are left to some Committee yet to be formed, that presumably cut another 1.5 trillion from the federal budget and if it fails to act certain “triggering mechanisms” kick in that apparently cut only “discretionary spending” and won’t touch the major entitlements. But these cuts will take a major bite out of Defense. As such this whole agreement is a major Defeat for the whole tea party set, and I scarcely see how any of them can be one bit happy today. Clearly Obama could have had this agreement weeks ago if he hadn’t been just milking the events for the media drama or whatever. As president this would not be my style. I would place much more importance on “just getting it done”. It still isn’t “done” even now. The Republicans have voted to approve the plan but we still have to hear from the U S Senate. Gabriel Gifford made a surprise trip to the House. 269 to 161 was the vote in the house, which wasn’t even close. I don’t think either side has been honest about what they themselves have done to facilitate any agreement. Neither side has been eager to admit their own faults. As the Adult in the room I’d have had much more respect for the President if I didn’t feel he was milking this whole situation just to say to the world “Look, I’m a victim”. He’s always said invoking the fourteenth amendment was an option “not on the table” but he never explained why. If I’m saying these things here, you can bet the tea party will be saying them next year. They will repead ad-nausium how the president wouldn’t “Let them make the sort of cuts in the budget they wanted”. All the time that was squandered in this political circus could have been put to much better use debating and passing constructive jobs bills.

Number of balls to roll in a perfect bowling game – Twelve

Number of volley series in a game of tennis to win – Four

Number of batters faced in a perfect baseball game – 27

Number of pitches thrown in a perfect baseball game – also 27

Number of strokes in a perfect game of Golf – Eighteen

Number of NBA games to win in play-offs – Sixteen

Number of NBAA games to win in March Madness tournament – Six

Odds per race to be overcome to triple your money in five races

- - - - -The fifth root of three – TO One

Odds of not “crapping out” in one hundred throws of the dice in Craps

One TO one divided by (2/3) to the hundredth power

Diligence is a combination of Perseverance and Faithfulness

Nobility is a combination of Bravery and Compassion

Kind deeds (paying it forward) are a combination of Compassion and Justice

Integrety is a combination of Honesty and Faithfulness

Fortitude is a combination of Bravery and Perseverence

Political Confrontation is a combination of Bravery and Justice

Confession (admitting wrong) is a combination of Bravery and Honesty

Initiative is a product of Prudence and Bravery

Diplomacy is a combination of Prudence and Perseverence

Thrift and Efficiency are products of Prudence and Diligence

Last night it was ABC network news and later On the Red Carpet. I made coffee. I did not even check to see if the Mormons were having a gathering. They had a picnic at a park in Anaheim near to church meeting place we used to addent, that’s also near Justin Martyr Church and school. Somebody apparently lit a fire in the sanctuary. I was never invited to the gathering. I should have been more proactive in asking questions.

Sixty Minutes had that slot machine addiction segment from January. Then they had a thing on how Brazil may be the nation of tomorrow. It had a “different kind of capitalism” and that includes helping the poor and high taxes. But the people don’t mind. Then there was that Simpson’s episode I’d never seen the very beginning or the very end of the episode before, but I had seen all the rest of it. Then it was Cleveland Brown. Bill was watching it avidly.

There is a space craft taking pictures of the asteroid Vesta, on its way to Ceres, which I guess is the largest asteroid. Vesta is the size of California. It would seem the visit would have to be a fast fly-by as even at that size, an asteroid would have very little gravity.

THE FOLLOWING SUFFERS FROM A SEVERE DERTH OF NEEDED INFORMATION VITAL TO ANY KIND OF REAL INTELLIGENT ANALYSIS

(Slightly Improved and Revised)

I would like to address this Wayne Dyre thing about the individual somehow “magnetically” attracting either good or evil into their lives. Suppose it were true, and I don’t believe it works that way, then you would have no more personal control over that than Uranium 235 would be in “deciding” whether it wanted to be radioactive or not. I believe the “script” in our lives is written before we were ever born. Hence I believe our body habitation and physical and psychological environment were pre selected by karmic forces of a predestined nature the mechanics of which to fully explain would take a mind far greater than mine. I think it’s an aggregate of all our past incarnated lives plus all the time we’ve spent in hyperspace in-between lives. But I will say this. We know there is a “psychic plane” that is somewhat karma related where our angels and demons (to quote St. Paul) act out the destination of our lives either in some football, or chess match, where the goal is to control as much of the board as possible. Perhaps the game is “Risk” in the one sense that it is pluralistic or many competitors. I do not believe WE here on this earth NOW can influence or express our Will over how well those “Players” in the psychic plane perform. In the book of Daniel it alludes to we on earth being pawns in some “grand psychic battle” carried on in outer space or somewhere. So are we Ourselves ever “players”, like between lives or something? St. Paul would almost imply we can be two places at once and be at once both players and pawns, depending on the “dimensional point of view”. I don’t know. Are there “times of battle’ and “times of repose and recreation” in the after life? These remain unanswered questions. There’s just no information. To illustrate this in "physical" terms, then each group of us has their own psychic theater of combat. Unlike parellel universes, these planes can and do cross. Hence one person could be either a "player" or pawn on more than one plane. But nobody can leave the plane or planes they are on. Certain people are never in our psychic realm of continence or influence, either us or them, or them of us. One might ask is it possible to “make a bad decision” and “walk into something that’s none of our business and be adversely affected by it?” That’s always possible but only if our Decision to do so is predestined ahead of time. Things are destined TO either happen or to NOT happen. It is interesting now often strangers avoid being adversely affected by a “battleground” between others, simply because they know “You are not ONE of us”.

What about the one dimensional or some would say “Zero space separation” between “great minds that think alike” or whatever. First of all they need NOT think alike. Conversely - -Two people who have the same idea may never meet and remain unaware of each other’s existence. The success of the ideas of either ONE of the individual’s ideas, or of Both ideas or Neither- - is more or less an independent function. However, as the Federation teaches, Ideas DO have their own karma. Often a term such as "gravitas" in the year 2000 will invade our language and become pervasive. Often diverse prominent rock groups will make a decision TO begin making psychedelic albums or likewise all STOP making psychedelic albums. A psychic connection, or one could say “A connection in hyperspace” is like “a connection in Cyberspace” in this one way. In cyber-space you have an E mail address or a web site IP address and the computer looks for a match and when it finds on a port in the fire wall opens up and you’re connected. Something similar happens with psychic connections. It isn’t a matter of “brain waves” traveling through “ether” either. We’ve explained “ether” doesn’t convey those kinds of intelligence signals. But I do believe each Soul is given some sort of “code” be it an access code or whatever- - and it’s destined to “connect” with others who have that similar “code” in their DNA or whatever. Tertulian says your Soul has your parents DNA. This is NOT a belief that I have, though I would not dismiss it entirely, particularly if you’re an anti-abortionist crusader. I believe if the connection is strong enough you can astro-project into their body. You can at least share information, and if they lack proper awareness, they may not know whence they got it. And I do believe you can also get input from a geographic location. I guess you could call this a one dimensional conic portal or whatever. Somehow the “essence” (soul?) of the place is conveyed to you. So you can have mind to mind information transfer, and even mind to will transfer (this one is problematic to me) or you can have mind to location transfer, or perhaps even mind to body transfer. All these could be classed as one dimensional “commerce” in zero space, or hyper space. I may hammer these ideas out a little more.

Some may ask how material matter - - normal atoms and molecules - - can possibly exist in Zero space? After all people would argue "Positive matter exists in positive space - negative matter exists in negative space - - there matter must be zero mass to exist in zero space. But again two apparently different "realities" or perceptions can both be ongoing and both true at the same time. But what if an object like a space ship - - gets there by out-running light 3 to 1? Well we know such a ship has "left its radius point of gravity field emanation behind. So right there the vessel is "disembodied". It can be argued that if gravity has mass as its causality, then the mass, too, is left behind. As such were another space ship "of like nature" were to impact it, and we know under Newtonian law objects are stopped by mass, and without mass, no slowing can occur, we may infer no hinderance of damage to - either ship would occur even if they should collide because their "materiality" could not be located, for it has been displaced. So "what" does the ship encounter? I think the “null space” from that StarTrek episode is illustrative. The answer is in my view of special relativity where I say that things only SEEM to shrink or stretch because light’s speed is limited. Actually, given one condition, the two ships could well travel side by side or whatever and view each other perfectly and properly gauge the distances between them. This would be if there were somehow a storehouse or "bubble" of ether to conduct the light waves. They could not communicate with each other because there is no ether. Obviously the interiors of both space ships would hold real space and as it were possess a ‘bubble of ether”. Maybe there would be a cloud of ether around each ship so that as you looked out tword the other you’d have the sensation of looking through fog. There are too many unknowns here. Light can’t travel through space without ether. As to what hyperspace would “look like” in this material body- - any screen writer’s imagination will work just fine here. It could be TV snow, it could be grayish with random color streaks. But I have the sneaking feeling it won’t be black. One may well ask, does our WILL or consciousness or whatever you call the essence of "us" have to somehow become completely detatched from the body to as it were "turn on the electronics" and be able to "do all that mind stuff"? One might say "is there reality to our imagination, or SOME of it, anyhow. If you play a stylus on a record groove it makes noise even without any amplification. Could this "fleeting vision or impulse" or whatever BECOME "Real" or amplified to the extent we indeed perceive it as something substantive and real? You can't see a TV broadcast signal with even a large optical telescope. But you can turn on any cheap TV and get a panorama of TV stations. The $64,000 question has always been "How do you GAIN that ability - - when you don't have it now? The only analogy that comes to mind is that our brains NOW are so preoccupied with a million things and duties and sensations we routinely ignore, but that all this information somehow "jams" the psychic signal so that it becomes inoperative.