Saturday, December 15, 2012


(Kelsey Grammer in Boss.)

Yesterday was Jughead's birthday.  He's five-years-old.  We celebrated at Burger King.  The dinner was nice.

I yelled at my eldest son.  I hate his smart-phone.  He brings it everywhere like some strange demonic girlfriend. 

Jim's love for technology is creepy.  The boy's a crackhead.  Plain and simple.

We drove back to our Soviet-style concrete tenement.  I took a hot shower.  It felt wonderful.  Then I watched Boss with Kelsey Grammer.

I prayed to the Christ God.  No big surprise.  Who else should I worship?  Obama?  Thanks but no thanks.

My favorite website is Zerohedge.  It's filled with idolaters.  They bow to the golden calf. 

Me?  I never caught gold fever.  Perhaps I'm a retard.

I fell asleep at 9 p.m.  I had a dream about enjoying a Marlboro.  I'm a reformed smoker.  But I still crave the junk from time to time.

I woke up at 6 a.m.  I'm currently drinking coffee and watching Cavutu.

A crazy gunman stormed a school in Connecticut.  Twenty-seven people--mostly young children--were murdered in cold blood.  I'm not surprised.  Spree killing is becoming more frequent.

It's Saturday.  I shall walk ten miles even though it's raining.  Exercise is great stress relief.

Anyway, I'll talk to you later.  God bless. 


  1. So you're back, you bastard! (I use the latter word in the Australian sense, where "bah-stud" can signify anything from "dirty rotten bastard" to "buddy." Your choice of what you think I mean.)

    I noticed you whoring this blog on ZH. Clicked on over and the distinct writing style jumped out at me. You think a Tyler is going to stomp your ZH ID like they did with FLB? I was disappointed when you put that one on "friends' eyes only." I thought you had suffered some sort of mental crack-up.

    Keep on keepin' on, brother. You seem to live a tortured life, although from what I read of your back posts here (I was looking to see if you gave some explanation for your absence) you don't sound quite as angst-y. I work on a psychiatric ward, so reading about you is like reading something penned by one of the patients. But your spelling is better, and I don't have to give you neuroleptic medications. So it's like fun instead of work.

    1. I might be back for quite some time.

      I think I found my voice. Whatever that means.

      Plus i need a hobby.


  2. This is the best blog I have found in a long time. You clearly get it. Hat tip, Zero Hedge.

    I am embarrassed that I am commenting here, from a place seeking extra enrichment, but at the same time, I am poor financially, having asked for awakening, lost all I had, but gained a human heart, so in my situation, trying to make the most of what I have.

    The world is in serious trouble. Please allow me to copy something I wrote today, to a friend, apropos of this smartPhone talisman thing. You nailed it. God, creation, Buddha, the Eternal Tao, the Zikr, Brownian movement, Husserlian ideation, black Celinesque void, Keynesian obfuscation, Migrain Stanley Financial, Gold Sachs, Gurdjieffian Sacred Organ Kundabuffer, Municipal malfeasance cum police pensions, take your pick, may they bless you this day:

    How true. This ignoring folks in public and staring into plasma screens has reached endemic proportions. Five days a week, I enter our building lobby. I rarely run into ________ Account folks down there, but when I do, they say hello. But all the Apple people, virtually all of them, are staring into phones. All of them. They ignore you. This _________ account is [on xyz floor], I am on level ___ with _____________, an entirely different personality profile, read friendly, engaged conversational--usually but not always.

    A big building with _00 telephones, that do not stop ringing. A little hell gulag Something out of Kafka. Apple has [___] or so, and that is per shift. Some of them know nothing about Mac's, but get trained, hope you don't need to call them. There must be some valuable information in the screens, urgent emails, text messages. And god forbid if you should look at the face of someone next to you, to stare up at the towering legacy Sequoia trees near by.

    I am, by the grace of god, not transferring to _________ up in _________. I could have. They offered me $9.__, State of ________________ minimum A pay cut from ten even. It is wage they pay everyone, including men in their fifties. My friend _____ said she paid her dishwashers more, in 1982, plus tips. She ran a organic restaurant.

    It is bare taste, particularly right now, to talk about workplace violence, so let’s call this a metaphor This is not my way. But they all need a good beating______ as you know it is disappearing. Overtaken by less expensive Asian knock-offs. And not just yesterday, but 15% decline in revenue year after year. ____ provides '__________ ____________ _____ sourcing', code for call centers. This is like calling Nutritional Delivery Systems for burger king, or caloric intake locations. Their call centers are now 40% of sales. ________ company. Such a nice image.

    1. Merry Christmas.

      My advice? Tune in, turn on, and drop out.

      Who needs the man? And who needs his gold?

      You'd be better off being a tent-maker.

      Most importantly, always remember that Christ is the King. He's got your back.


  3. ZH

    Not all idolators, just don't want to go down with the sinking ship. Paper money is worthless.



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