I figured I would take a short break from my hectic schedule of trying to rebuild my life from scratch to do a little political blogging. We’re on the cusp of a Presidential election cycle and there’s a ton of stuff going on that needs sorting out. So let’s get to sorting.
I believe him. What he says makes perfect sense in context with what went down and the fact that the ‘mainstream’ media is piling on Hersh just adds more credibility to what he’s saying. I can’t remember the last time mainstream media got anything right on issues of the Middle East since at least the New York Times Judith Miller reach-around. It’s not like he’s saying anything that doesn’t fit exactly within the pattern of a longstanding pattern of Osama Bin Laden protectionism. You can just see the Saudi’s tossing bundles of money at Pakistan to keep him under wraps and protected. The only part I’m curious about at all is whether or not we knew he was there all along and Obama finally agreed to payoff whoever needed to be paid off to let us fly in there and take him out.
Invasion of Texas
The sooner the better IMHO. That said, isn’t it now patently obvious that the state which gave us George Bush is about as dedicated to supporting the military of this country as Jeb Bush is to being an honest politician? The speed at which these numbskulls can go from flag waving patriots to secessionist blowhards is mind numbing. Expect an “army” of mobility-assisted Medicare seniors to attempt to recreate a scene from Red Dawn in a couple of months when the US military goes to Texas for training. You’ll want to stock up on gold and seed stock. Argh. Go Wolverines!
He’s been saying the same thing for years. Doesn’t change his position from week to week or news cycle to news cycle. The people’s candidate. Don’t let anyone tell you he can’t be elected. We elected an unknown Black guy president and then re-elected him. Bernie Sanders is a shoo-in. I wonder if Hillary would be interested in the vice-presidency? Go Bernie!
Black people are pissed. If you were Black you’d be pissed too. How about reigning in the out of control police state and prison industrial complex and give our minority citizens a break? And don’t tell me how slavery ended hundreds of years ago or that Black folks aren’t being continuously harassed and discriminated daily. Now they’re being accused of turning the country atheist. If it’s true I’m glad for their support but O’Reilly is just trying to tar and feather the Black folks with everything he envisions as evil. The country would be a helluva lot better off if Black folks actually were turning to secularism instead of wasting their time and money supporting fake ass preachers looking to buy fifty million dollar Lear Jets.
Iraq. Does he or doesn’t he? Only his pollster knows for sure. What kind of mental midget with the last name of Bush is going to think he has a snowball’s chance in Hell of winning the presidency? Only one whose last name is Bush. FFS. There must be a fund raising bonanza or a tax break involved for him to put himself through this much humiliation.
My time in Wagoner, OK has come to a close. I packed my life back into my four suitcases and me and Bandit headed down the road in search of a better tomorrow early in the wee hours of Saturday morning. Though things didn’t work out as well as I had hoped for in Oklahoma, I’m grateful for the opportunity and thankful for the companionship my host family provided me during my time there.
Adventures in Fund Raising
Friday, I finished up with my “Great Aluminum Can Adventure” by taking the cans I’d collected during my daily walks with Bandit to the local recycling center. It was a lot of fun and a bit of an adventure wandering the streets around Wagoner, snatching cans and taking photographs as we toured the area. I’d estimate we traversed a good twenty miles in the eight to ten hours we spent wandering around aimlessly. The final aluminum tally was twenty pounds collected and the payout was eight bucks (at forty cents a pound), leading to an average of a bit less than a dollar an hour payout. I wouldn’t recommend it as a career move, but I do enjoy walking with Bandit in the evenings for fun and health anyway. Getting paid for doing it is a bonus and better than paying out for a gym membership!
If you are feeling charitable you can help support me in my struggle to rebuild my life from scratch by tossing a nickel into my emergency relocation fund.
While I am working on soliciting donations to continue on my path down the road of life I am not sitting idly by twiddling my thumbs and toes just because there doesn’t seem to be an employer in my local vicinity who is interested in employing me at slave wages and exploiting my superlative set of skills. I don’t get too bummed out by that seemingly incomprehensible set of circumstances given the overall state of educational and economic depravity I’m surrounded by. It’s just further evidence of the bad decision making skills of the people in the area. LOL.
In the Meantime
In the meantime I’m spending my time doing what any able bodied homeless vet (or bag lady) would do given the ‘opportunities’ that present themselves in the land of the free and the home of the brave. I’m out collecting aluminum cans. I have no idea what they are worth as I have yet to actually sell any of them but they must have some intrinsic value greater than zero or our cities wouldn’t be overwhelmed with images of homeless folks pushing shopping carts stacked to the brim with them.
I’d mow lawns if I had a lawn mower. I’d do some other odd job if I hadn’t lost all my tools in my moves back and forth beyond the oceanic horizon. Lacking a vehicle does nothing to improve my situation one bit as I’m sure there are some jobs right outside my limited field of travel that I might be able to bag but given my experience to date I wouldn’t call that a ‘slam dunk’ either.
I’d put on a pair of roller skates and deliver your slush and corn dog order to your car at the local Sonic for that matter, but I guess the sight of a skinny ass old guy wheeling around in their parking lot isn’t as desirable in terms of public perception as I had otherwise hoped it would be when I wandered into the place based on their “Walk In applications welcome on Tuesdays” flashing sign, only to find that “walking in” for the application required I first do their online application (WTF?) which of course I did before returning for my walk-in application the following Tuesday! I’m nothing if not persistent and I’m trying to put to rest the tired stereotype that folks who want to work can easily find jobs because that’s as old a trope as “both parties in this country are the same, so why bother voting at all”. Vote for Bernie Sanders, 2016. Before it’s too late.
Bandit and I now must manage to traverse a distance of 370 miles to get to Memphis where I’ve received an offer of a vehicle, shelter and employment. It’s the first honest offer of employment I’ve managed to secure since regaining my ID and driver’s license two months ago. I’ve only been back in the county for five months now which seems like ages, but given the amount of forward progress I’ve actually made, I don’t feel bad considering how far in the hole I found myself in upon returning under such harsh circumstances.
The exact details about how the stars aligned on that job offer (etc.) is a serendipitous example of reciprocal karma in action and will make for an interesting blogpost sometime in the near future.
Traveling with Bandit, like traveling with a child, adds a great degree of responsibility and challenge to the travel equation, not to mention the extra cost. Keeping him by my side precludes any form of the more affordable mass transit options (trains/buses) available back here in the good ole’ USA. We got used to traveling everywhere together overseas where dogs are welcome most everywhere.
There are a few of my (misguided) friends and followers who have suggested I offload my beloved dog into the hands of a trusted caregiver. Given Bandit’s ebullient and gentle demeanor there are no shortage of folks who are willing to provide excellent care for him.
Let me be perfectly clear. Bandit and I are a family and a team. He will NOT be handed off or left in the care of anyone other than myself for a time period that exceeds an overnight outing. Loved ones aren’t a disposable commodity to me. There is no amount of suffering I will not endure in order to keep Bandit near and dear. Some of you will relate. Some of you will think me crazy. The ones who can relate are those who I feel the deepest kinship.
I’m now left trying to figure the best and most affordable way of getting the two of us to Memphis from here in Oklahoma. My timetable is flexible but the sooner we can get from Tulsa or Muskogee (pick one) to Memphis the better. If I don’t find a more suitable way to travel than walking, we’ll walk back towards Memphis just as we were planning to do in the other direction towards Colorado. It’s half as far as we were planning to trek in the other direction and we had no offer of employment, shelter or transportation once we got there. @thetimchannel Email: thetimtimes at gmail. You know the drill
Today is the day after me and Bandit were planning to head west to Colorado on a seventy day forced march from our outpost here in Oklahoma. Among those closest to me (and who chose to make their opinions known) there was an overwhelming amount of fear and trepidation about the course of action I had planned.
I thoroughly understand their many reservations and fears because I share (and shoulder) all of them.
The only difference between them and me is that their choices in life haven’t been narrowed thru circumstance and the fickle hand of fate so close to the event horizon of disaster as mine have.
Changes in Latitude
For Fundamentalist Christians wishing this Godless heathen continued pain and suffering, I have some rather bad news:
I have been showered with blessings yet once again in what can ONLY be described as a certified miracle of secularism.
I shall refrain from boring you all with the happy details at the present time. Suffice to say that it involves an offer of employment and an abode for me and Bandit to reside. It’s not the Hollywood Hilton but it’s straight up out of a Hollywood blockbuster movie the way it is all working out for us.
The Struggle is Real
We could still use a couple dollars in the collection plate to help smooth the transition if you’re so inclined. I can ALMOST guarantee that you’ll get back multiple times the amount of any donation you make towards helping me and Bandit get a head start in the form of positive karma. After all, dog is God spelled backwards.