Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Who Does He Think He Is - - God?


I see that Google is trying to shake things up for us today by rearranging their front page.  The stock market has made new highs after the Federal Serve chairman announced that the economic stimulation would be maintained.  It’s a testament to the reality that the tea party right is almost pure Evil, in that their number one prayer and goal at this point is – the failure of the US economy.   Rush Limbaugh hasn’t said it (yet) but I will.  The economy of the United States would be going great guns right now if Mittens were in the White House.  That’s because the white flag would have been hoisted- - just as E J did with Stephano did on today’s episode.  It’s the age old question of whether selling your soul is really “worth it” to obtain something which you think you can’t live without.   In all probability Romney would have been more progressive than he was letting on.  But the majority of the Republican congress would none the less go with him, passing all of the jobs programs that they have refused to pass under Obama.  (To make their Point)  I’ll come right out and say it.   When “Messiahs” promise you the moon, you’re disappointed when they let you down.   The Bible promised us that we would all be “A new creation”.  This is just a pop quiz- - but when you have a brand new Computer does your new computer take on all the quarks and irregularities of your old one?  Of course not.  You tell me "That would be a physical impossability given standard procedures".  But one you - “go through the door” be it voting for Obama, or signing a bunch of contracts on the mere instruction of your attorney or whoever "just sign here" - - - or going forward at the Evangelical altar- - - NOW you are told that - - and Neil Savedra will be pretty explicit about this - - you find literally that it was all a Lie and you weren’t delivered from Anything.  Now heed closely the next statement.  You are now told by these same people, “But you know God is not responsible for any of the evils you are facing - - all of these come from the Devil”.   If you’re like me or E J Di Mira at this point- - an idea is likely to come into your mind.  You reason “Perhaps I have offended the Devil without intending to- - and that I can somehow negotiate a truce with the Devil.   But this is “The Thing That Should Not Be” (and also my favorite Metalica song of all time)   You should NEVER have arrived at this point because if you really HAD been “made a new creation” you would not be vulnerable to either sin or temptation.  Not to put too fine of a point on it but you would be- - a Saint.  Someone once said on TV “Electricity can’t get INTO you unless it can also get OUT of you”.  What does this mean?  Well- - you “conduct” the electricity into your body.  Just as your karma as it were “conducts” sin.  No conduction and no sin.  If this were not enough there is a Bible verse that states expressly “A curse without a cause does not Come”.   But you see people like Neil Savedra “opened up a door’ in your mind that had been closed- - and allowed for the possibility that “Maybe God CAN’T do some things”.   You know there is that line in a movie that goes, “You know something - - everybody in this room is now Dumber for having listened to you - - and all that bullshit you were spouting”.   So now that your brain has been thus Dumbed Down - - Gone from your rememberence are the words, “If anyone be in Christ he is a new Creation”.   So when the President says “Yes, We Can” - - certain people take him at his word.  And you are not insulting a man (such as “God” whoever he happens to be) for making him living up to his Word, indeed you would be insulting him if you did NOT ask this of him.  You could say “OK, God I’ll let that go.  You only made that promise in a moment of irrational exhuberance” or whatever.  So Rush Limbaugh comes along.  He thinks he’s talking to his conservative base, but he’s also talking to people like me- - because they switched to that station because they got bored with the pablum that was on the station they usually listen to.


I had the last few minutes of Bill Press on in the morning and then it was Stephanie Miller.  We had corn flakes for breakfast followed by two big pancakes and a big piece of bacon.  The coffee was better than usual.    Johnny Wendell was on again but he bored me so I switched to Rush Limbaugh.  As you can see there are certain recurring patterns happening.  Rush was incoherent the first half hour, but from then on made some sembelence of sense.  I’m all in agreement with him when it comes to the Food Police.  I wish the government would stay out of the commerce decisions I happen to make- - and let the free market decide which products sell and which ones have to be scaled back.  Occasionally even I get annoyed by some of these “do gooder” activities of the first lady.   But Rush’s view of the economy was highly distorted.  Although even Rush admitted that Barock Obama is really not Blacks were thinking of when they elected “one of their own” to the White House.  Surely they did believe that happy times were just around the corner, and that the good ship lollypop had finally arrived.  My only response to that bit about median family income is to look back to not just 1989, but dare we go a little farther?  How about 1984?  Were things better or worse for the consumer then than in 1989?  Let’s go back even further to 1978, which is smack dab in the middle of Jimmy Carter’s term.  How do you think the wages of the American people were doing them?   I think on each successive benchmark, the fortunes of consumers have declined.

Of all the ways for Samantha’s murder trial to end the one way I least wanted it to end was some wave of the wand and somehow all of Samantha’s problems evaporate away, as if magically.  This is what soap operas are so famous for and it’s cheating with the script, because life just doesn’t happen that way.  Personally if I were E J, when I saw and heard Stephano’s comtemptuous remarks tword me- - I’d tell him to fuck off and I’m sorry I asked but I’ve had a change of heart.  E J remembered Stephano’s words of “You will live to regret the day you stole my financial empire from me, and the day will come when you will get down on your hands and knees begging to give back to me what was stolen”.  I have one thing to say of Stephano.  “Howw does it feel to be God?”  Because you see only God could have foreseen that Samantha happened to be visiting Raphael that day and happened to go into the bathroom to get a wash cloth because Raphael happened to be hot, and happened to have a headache and look in her purse for the pills and happened to see the gun in there, which happened to be loaded, and she turns only to happen to see Barnardi with a knife raised over Raphael Hernandez.  And after that Stephano’s men got right in there in a crowded room, and they happened to be completely unknoticed, and happened to just swipe valuable evidence before another soul noticed it was there.  No - - this is too much.   And they just “happened to - - really suddenly- - find the evidence that would clear Samantha, after seemingly never having seen it before.

This is Wednesday after three.  Today is September 18, 2013, which is the 43rd anniversary of Jimi Hendrix’s death in 1970.   Late this morning I noticed the flame on my yellow cigarette lighter wasn’t burning as high and it’s gotten lower ever since, and pretty soon it will conk out.  Meanwhile Glen, just after lunch told me he did not intend to pay me back the five cigarettes back he owed me.  He said it point blank almost daring me to object.  And you know how he high pressured me to give him every one of them, and however many more it really is.  I went out a few minutes to the liquor store and bought a pack of John Black grapes and Francis asked for one right off the bat and I gave it to her.  I put the laundry away at two and then a male house keeper did cleaning, but didn’t empty my trash can.  Bill continues to sleep a lot as usual.  I’m afraid of the argument I’m going to have with James when he asks me for a fourth big cup of coffee in five days and I refuse him.  Randy Rhodes on the radio was talking about these ultra rich groups with their hands out for conservative’s money, so they can better be about the business of halting Obama Care, and depriving old and disabled people of their food stamps.  The problem today is that people have no sense of moral shame.  Randy wonders why this whole “spirring on to productivity” bit that Rush talked about this morning, cant’ be turned on its head and say that “Corporations would be more productive and innovative if they earned less money.  They’d have to work harder for what they get”.  But they have their hands out to government also, and their hands are a lot harder to fill than those of a poor person.  The weather is sunny and yesterday and today are somewhat cooler, but still warm.

 I have already discussed the soap opera.  A flock of geese that isn’t flying is referred to as a gaggle.  Maggie was a rat by telling Hope something Nick Fallon made clear to her before he said it, that he did not blabbed around.  My respect for Maggie has dropped.   Will and Sonny are doing what comes naturally- besides making out - - yes, you newbys - with Each Other, of course.  And that is ragging on Nick on an almost constant basis.  Money Draw came at the usual time but first I got coffee and pink corn bread from Dora in the courtyard.  Loretta greeted me.  Then I got in the short line to see Dr Saran.  I got a flu shot.  My temperature was one tenth of a degree below normal.  My blood pressure was 124 over 80, which even I was pleased with- - considering last month’s.  They say that the flu season is coming early.  Shots weren’t as painful when I was a kid, which is almost strange.  I was basically in the M’s category, with Francis Rosenberg right ahead of me.  I was informed by Jennifer that I had eleven dollars in my account, and after some haggeling, I got all eleven of it.  I said I needed it.  I went out and bought a big thing of N-Joy creamer, and also a pack of John Black grapes.  Glen still owes me five cigarettes, which he hasn’t paid me back yet.
 

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