Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man,
play a song for me
I'm not sleepy
and there ain't no place I'm goin' to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man,
play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning,
I'll come followin' you
Take me for a trip upon
your magic swirling ship
All my senses have been stripped
And my hands can't feel to grip
And my toes too numb to step
Wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin'
I'm ready to go anywhere,
I'm ready for to fade
Unto my own parade
Cast your dancing spell my way
I promise to go under it
Sign in a ‘strant:
SORRY, No WiFi
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Talk to each other
“Everybody’s yappin’ but nobody’s listening.
So we end up with the sounds of silence.”
–gs, 2099
Kennedy
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What a gruesome spectacle it was to see HHS Secretary Robert F. Kennedy, Jr. take on a conclave of vicious grifters on the Senate Finance Committee straining to warp reality in defense of their mighty patron, the nation-wrecking pharmaceutical companies. Do you understand how deep, convoluted, and grave the political sickness is?
Go read all the rest right here:
https://www.kunstler.com/p/the-grifters-lament
It is my opinion that it is not a political sickness. It is pure, unadulterated evil. It is in their DNA and has been since Cain. Their father was a liar and it has carried forward since.
Call me cynical, but I don’t get much at all from these hearings. Those testifying at the hearings each have an agenda. They’re either seeking more government money or action on matters that they agree with, or their overall goal is to prevent the disclosure of the information that is being sought….in other words, speak for their allotted 5 minutes without saying anything of substance.
And the politicians aren’t any better. They’re politicians, so of course, they speak with an agenda. They’ll throw softballs when speaking to the like-minded. When they bring the Hellfire and Brimstone, it is as often as much due to their sincerely held beliefs as it is to provide ammo for their next fund-raising email. Really, is Jim Jordan any better or worse than Jamie Raskin?
Have your read CJ Hopkins? American expat living in Berlin about 20 years who writes brilliant exposé of deep state shenanigans, especially the covid hoax? CJ coined the phrase “Covidian Cult.” He begins a two month US tour at ground zero on September 11th. Then he’s all over the place and will stop off in Santa Fe October 10th at my house! I can fit about 25 into my living room but there’s an effort to get him into Club Paradiso in Santa Fe October 11th which seats over a hundred. Check out his itinerary. The locations in bold print are public venues. Try to catch CJ if he’s in your area.
https://consentfactory.org/2025/09/03/back-in-the-u-s-s-a/
From that link, LOL.
“….but I got my wife to sign an affidavit attesting to my aggressive heterosexuality and hysterical fear of touching my own anus.”
CJ’s humor is a seductive element that enables a wide audience to gather and ponder the madness of it all. His columns for me were like a floaty devise of sanity to cling to when the whole world went into lock down. Scroll down his stuff to around June 2020 and onwards when he was engulfed in flames, figuratively speaking.
I recently took a trip on the AmTrak Southwest Chief. There were a lot of poles next to the track that looked like that. Copper cables strung across the country are going extinct. And optical fiber wants to be buried. What’s the value of 19th century tech in a 21Cen world?
It makes me a little sad to see old things fall by the wayside. For pete’s sake though, take it all down, don’t leave ragged reminders of the past.
That looks like the pole behind my shop that my meter is on. Checking it out yesterday after moving some things and thought it looked at bit unstable. Found the metal tag dated Eugene, Oregon 1949. Time to replace.