Soooo much has gone on today but 9+ PM tonight I'm listening to NPR. Not KPFA. Not Dave Emory the conspiracy theorist on whatever station he's on these days (KKUP I think) no, plain-Jane, normal ol' NPR, and they're talking about how Epstein had a project he considered like a "second Manhattan Project" set up in, yes, New Mexico like the first one, to create a "super race". A Jewish super race.
This all being said with a straight face, on a program that's really well "vetted". I mean, NPR! The station that's been "sanewashing" Mango Mussolini, our most Zionist president, all this time.
Decades ago, I kind of read the material I was given when I moved to a new apartment by a helpful neighbor, the Protocols Of The Elders Of Zion and some other stuff, and read it, and didn't think that much of it, yadda yadda this is just the rich doing their usual thing ... I knew it was anti-Jewish but I just thought, "That's anyone rich" and didn't think much more about it.
I'd make the usual jokes and asides but I could not bring myself to be against a group of people I sort of had in my mind as Isaac Asimov, Richard Feynman, Carl Sagan, and a collection of bubbies (grandmother) who want to feed you, some musicians and comedians, etc.
It's taken me forever to realize that guys like Feynman and Sagan were rebels against the culture they were born into. Asimov talked about trying to learn to read Hebrew and ended up throwing the book across the room. These were people who were pretty damned anti-religion.
So I'd make the cracks and the quips because everyone did, but didn't really believe in them. It took my getting suckered into thinking that a culture that could produce a Feynman and a Sagan and an Asimov ought to be pretty good, and to make a real determined effort to join it, that I was able to see the layers underneath.
In short, as the kids say nowadays, The Austrian painter tried to warn us. If we'd only listened!
I may be fortunate enough to live through the time when my country develops a good proper immune reaction against the parasite.
I used to kind of shake my head about the conspiracy theories, the "Great Replacement" and so on. But now, it's quite a mental re-arrangement, but I believe 'em. We have the Chosenites coming right out and doing them, and talking about it. Well, that's today's healthy, life-confirming helping of Judenhass, Judenhass forever!
I'd gone to bed at around 8AM, after a not very satisfying practice session. And was awakened at 11:30AM by ... the landlord and his secretary. They wanted to talk about ... the guys next door? I said they're great neighbors, etc., ... we had a good talk about the illegal night club which they're trying every bit as hard as I am to get shut down and I'm only one of many complainers about it.
So we got caught up on things and our lease ends at the end of August this year. So I have that date filed away in my head, in case I need to leave if Ken's not going to renew it or go month-to-month or anything.
I went back to bed because I needed more sleep, and woke up around 4:30. In my 20s I used to spring out of bed and be ready to take off for work in 20 minutes, but these days it takes an hour. So I had my hour, and a half-hour to answer Ebay questions and pack that "one more thing". And took off for the post office and FedEx, and 99 Ranch and H Mart for a little shopping. Said shopping all on money I've earned playing music.
Before leaving I'd called Suzie, Ken's wife, and verified that my package with the cornet gig bag, had arrived and not been stolen. So I should have it Wednesday night. Or a week later. When I'm back in Hawaii the long shipping times won't bother me a bit, as I'm pretty sure I'll still get things faster than I do here.
I found some useful boxes and stuff, said Hi to Tom and dropped off a small first aid kit I'd found, and got back here. I'd kept looking at things with sugar and carbs or what WERE sugar and carbs, like bags of dark chocolate Kit Kats for 99c, but I was good, and cooked up miso soup with shrimp for dinner. Yum!
I'm thinking, a lot of what I do will depend on how the mid-term elections, which are apparently in early November. Yet another reason to keep white-knuckling it and try to hold out here, working and saving and hopefully improving my busking skills, at least until then. Will we be in WWIII by then? Will the planes even be flying?
One plan I thought up a couple of years ago was to buy a sailboat and sail across to Hawaii. I'd time it with the TransPac regatta. There's a race, and then there's a regatta, which is a fancy word that just means, "We're not racing, we're just all sailing this route together". At least I'd have the boat to live in when I got there, assuming I could make it and manage to anchor in good old Kaneohe Bay, a place the Bethunes anchored at and we kids stayed with, on their boat, long ago.
But I decided it's probably too expensive and impractical. Another plan was to take a cruise that just happens to stop in Honolulu, and jump ship. But in the end I decided just a regular old plane flight is the way to go, but will the planes even be flying?
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