Last January first, I realized there were no cans of black-eyed peas in our larder. Not really being superstitious, I broke open a package of dried beans and stole a few from the 15 varieties of legumes within. Obviously, five or six peas were not enough to deliver a great 2020 to our household.
Our New Year’s meal this first day of 2021 included plenty of peas with shiners, hopefully promising a much luckier year to come. However, we are already sick of the salty ham we also consumed, so that piece of meat is bound for the freezer. It’s back to loaves and fish tomorrow. May anyone reading this skinny, under nourished blog enjoy a peaceful and healthy year ahead.
No denying that 2020 has been an extremely difficult year for everyone, but our roving flocks of wild turkeys are indifferent to the current disgraceful displays of human behavior. As my husband informs me of the latest looting and mayhem described on the internet, I watch the remains of our early snowfall melt. The golden leaves on the aspens are still clinging to autumn while I contemplate our diseased society.
Two days ago, when the snow was deep, a horrendous crash rocked our house. “What now?” I thought. Peering out the window, we saw an adult turkey and its fellows retreating tipsily across the yard. The large window revealed the sloppy wet imprint of turkey; the plate glass remained intact, thankfully.
Meanwhile, rioting and killings continue in major cities of the USA. Our people seem much more deadly and destructive than any plague or politician.
Summer is here, but what is going on in our streets? Not dancing, me thinks, but I am continuing in my splendid isolation, so the dork-dancing in my home persists.
How does one find out what happened to a followed blog here on WordPress? Today, an art blog I’ve been enjoying for a few months has disappeared, and the last thing Sean Conroy posted was about Rops, one of the most amusing and decadent artists. I really wonder if someone objected to Conroy’s recent articles vehemently enough to get his blog banned. Oh the ephemeral web we weave.
That is a line (and contains the title) of a song by my new musical obsession, Lord of the Lost, also known as LOTL. This morning I viewed (could not participate in) a Live video on Facebook with half of the two headed creature, Chris Harms, of the new band, Die Kreatur. Chris is the leader and chief contributor to LOTL, which is a gothic/metal group from Germany. LOTL sings in English, and it was inspiring to see him switching effortlessly between Deutsch and English while answering questions from all over our planet.
Die Kreatur’s lyrics are in German, so the meaning of its songs for me will rely on kind translations and the tunes’ atmosphere or mood. I’ve already ordered a Deluxe Box set, paid for it, and found out that my choice is already sold out, so I have no idea what I’ll be getting in May, when the album is released. Whatever arrives, I look forward to some delicious and mysterious Kraut Rock. Dero Goi of Oomph makes magic with Chris Harms, and I can’t wait to hear the final product, so I guess I DO G.A,F,
Here is a link to their first video : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BC8ZlfEvySs
My husband wrote these words in the past:
“The state determines everything. It’s that simple. The state is god, it makes up its own laws and rules. It has its own black robed priests, of both low and high order called judges, cardinals called congress and pope called president. It has blind followers who have faith that it has their best interests at heart, and requires martyrs if needed to continue the state’s survival and further its agenda. It has as its symbol colored cloth that the followers bow to and are willing to kill for. It takes up a collection called taxes which must be paid or you are sent to hell called prison. The USA has two states, one is in Washington for the masses to see. The other is the real ruling elite made up of capitalists, military, intelligence and political elites who seek to advance their imperialist agendas of USA hegemony over the world’s resources; i.e., the greedy pigs behind the scenes.
Republics are a symbiosis of wealth/power, business/government, with each exchanging what the other needs to further their agendas of more wealth and power. The tax paying masses are their cash cows for this purpose. Government gives business tax funds, and profits made through those funds are then given to reps. as campaign funds and the cycle continues at the expense of the taxpayer. As the masses wise up, more and more freedom and liberty will be taken away lest that cycle be broken at the expense of both business and government. That’s what we see today as this system further evolves into a constant state of war. Soon there will be more unrest and the state will start a big war and draft the young men who would be the first ones to oppose the state. That was done before to end the depression by starting WWII. Kill off the young men and give war jobs to others to keep them passive and insure the state and its cronies in business continue to profit from the cycle/system. Notice nobody in the gov. wants to address the real issues of destroying people, their homes and countries around the world for the NWO imperial agenda? The people are being distracted through sleight of hand. That’s how govs. work to keep the people confused through mud slinging back and forth. The USA sucks, not because of it’s people, but the gov. it allows to continue. And, that’s the people’s fault for their apathy. Obama and Trump both made lots of campaign promises which included anti-war statements about ending the wars during campaigns. Obama became president with peace prize and escalated Afghanistan war, bombed Yemen, Somalia, Pakistan, and started wars in Libya and Syria. Trump has continued these wars and is about to possibly start new ones in Venezuela and Iran. So, what makes anyone think the next president will do anything different? We are being lied to by some very evil people in Washington, and both parties are guilty of continuing the policy. The ones ruling over us and causing death, destruction and atrocities abroad are in control, not any president of the USA. Congress is ruled by who ever donates to campaigns. AIPAC and other Israeli lobbies, the MIC, Big Rx, AMA, etc. determine policy and laws. Congress does what’s good for themselves and their donors, not the rest of us. Nothing will change until politicians are held accountable for fraud after they make campaign promises they don’t keep. But, that won’t happen because the government makes up the laws, not the people”.
How long has it been since I posted my thoughts here? Way too long, but believe me, they still rattle around inside my skull waiting to escape.
Leave me alone
seems to be the focus of my reclusive existence. The main reason Jim and I fled our native southern California was to escape the madding crowd as well as the ever increasing cost of living there. After a home invasion and the death of the final parent, we trekked north about as far as we could go without entering Canada.
During the nine years we have lived in the Idaho panhandle, we have enjoyed the changing seasons, something denied to us for our entire time on Earth. Snowfall is still a thrill to us, as are the rare thunderstorms we have dubbed “clown bursts”.
The pace of commercial and residential development in our county during our pleasant stay has been astonishing. New apartments, condominiums and houses are springing up like dandelions. We still don’t have a Trader Joe’s, but a new shopping center with a supermarket is now on our route to the dump and to the state park where we hike at least twice a week, weather permitting.
Most of the new arrivals to the area are from California. It appears that the 21st century concept of “California Dreaming” is getting out.
A couple of years back I wrote this essay for Dark Discoveries as a feature of my Black Barony column. Images via Amazon. The Golden Age of Dread by Laird Barron The Sun’s rim dips; the stars rush out; At one stride comes the dark –Samuel Taylor Coleridge Past Is Prologue […]
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Only knitters will understand the feeling of accomplishment with the completion of the first truly fingerless gloves that actually fit me. The rest of the world might as well toe up.
Historia Discordia: The Origins of the Discordian Society by Adam Gorightly
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Historia Discordia is obviously a labor of love by the editor, Adam Gorightly, who has created a glorious collection of humorous, ludicrous and inspirational letters, essays and ephemera from the founding fathers of Discordianism. Inspirational? Yes! Many of the quips and clever epistles gathered within this colorful and well designed tome are the sort that make one scratch ones head in wonder and awe; “Wonder why I never thought of that?” and “What an awesome and polite way of mocking political (or religious) pundits!”
Although I was not familiar with the Discordian Society until its creators, Kerry Thornley and Gregory Hill, had joined the accordion orchestra in eternity, I had some exposure to the Church of Bob, Robert Anton Wilson, and even the Illuminatus Trilogy, which I purchased in the 1970s. (I regret tossing it due to my inability to read beyond the first couple chapters). Perhaps I was mentally incapable of appreciating the humor of masters Shea and Wilson in my younger days. Historia Discordia codifies and illustrates the wild intelligence that brought the Discordian Society into chaotic fruition.
Speaking of fruit, the golden apple of Eris, the goddess of discord and chaos, is definitely worth tasting, even if you are reluctant to bite. The more you know about Discordianism the less you need worry about Accordianism. You are already a member, either way. I guarantee you will enjoy the silly catma and dogma compiled in this remarkable book, and you can always just look at the pictures.
Oh, and my chosen Discordian name is “Palimpsest the Pointillist”. Hail, Eris!
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Presidents’ Day is almost upon us, and I have heard rumors that Mardi Gras is in progress, although you would never know it here in the Land of ID.
I was recently asked by a Facebook friend to join her League of Western Fortean Investigators (L.O.W.F.I.) as the Idaho correspondent, which will be a challenge and a pleasure. The Idaho Panhandle has been our home now for almost five years, and the Land of ID is filled with splendid landscapes and staunch Republicans. So far, the weirdest phenomenon I’ve encountered was unexplained roars, which resembled the tumultuous trumpeting of very angry archangels or a fleet of revving B52s suspended above us. No explanation was ever found. Idaho does not appear to have a high weirdness quotient, but there are a lot of Californians here now, so perhaps some strange vibes will have followed us to the Gem State.
My art has been rather stagnant lately, so my resolution to post more paintings has been a failure. I am considering an art page on Facebook, which I have no clue how to accomplish, but today I am posting a recent drawing in marker pens which I call “Robin Drops Acid”. Now if only Batman’s sidekick can lead me to something Fortean to report.
“Holy highlights, Batman!”