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Trump or Biden (or Kennedy)?
by Joseph Warren, Editor
copyright 2023
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“84 percent say they would still vote for Trump if he is convicted of criminal charges...”
- Latest Quinnipiac Poll, here.
In this same recently-released poll, 7.2 out of 10 Independents want someone else, presumably Anyone Else, to enter the race for the good of our country. Will that happen? Likely not. But, the good news is that apparently, much to the chagrin of 72% of Independents and a not-negligible number of both Republicans and Democrats, our Representative Democracy is functioning as it should, for better or for worse. We are not on the brink of catastrophic collapse. We are not France in the late 1700s. Here, today, in America, the Third Estate’s voice is heard and unavoidably dictates the direction of our country.
All this may be safely presumed correct if the outcome of the 2024 Election is perceived by a majority of the electorate as having been fairly conducted: If the “Right Guy” doesn’t win, then those who support the “Right Guy” will likely react poorly. To be seen... and to be recorded in the annals of US History for the generations of those who follow to read, analyze, and understand with the benefit of retrospective. Like Biden and Trump, I probably won’t be around to witness the day when absolute clarity descends on the masses and true understanding emerges.
To pass the time between Now and Then, may I suggest Ronald Feinman’s well-researched and documented book, Assassinations, Threats, And The American Presidency. When you’ve finished it, you’ll probably think as I did, although I would not aver the thought aloud, There’s always hope...
C’est la guerre! C’est la vie. C'est la façon dont le cookie s'émiette.
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“No Labels”
Political Group or Organization or Party or maybe just a Thing.
The bottom line: it’s kind of a
“Church for Atheists”
by Joseph Warren, Editor
copyright 2023
http://TheIndependentDaily.com
At a time when America is sorely in need of yet more divisiveness, thank God we’ve found it in the No Labels group formed some short time ago by a few people who have seemingly no goal but to raise millions of dollars to no purpose other than to cripple the outcome of our next major planned catastrophe, the 2024 Election, and to properly feather their nest with tens-of-thousands of hundred dollar bills ($60 million, at the moment).
As we’ve written many times before, as Independents, uniting under the banner of a Political entity (That’s the word I should have used in the title: “Entity”) is as insipid as atheists seeking out a church at which to Non-Pray together beseeching Nobody to help them do Nothing. (Or, as a result of double-negatives, are they, in fact and unlike No Labels, doing something?)
No matter, No Labels offers Nothing, yet people insist on giving them millions of dollars with which to do Nothing. Who are these donors? They won’t say, and that’s far more troubling and confusing than the Holy Trinity.
Look: If you’re thinking about contributing a substantial amount of money to an organization that does nothing, please contact us at Editor@TheIndependentDaily.com. We have a solution for you: We’ll sell you TheIndependentDaily.com and you, too, can spend your days reeling and writing about the idiocy that is America today. Or, buy it and do nothing.
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I Do Not Appear in Anything Henry Miller Wrote…
But, “Little” Bruce and Jacqueline Springer do, and not in a “Dirty” book.
by Joseph Warren, Editor
copyright 2023
http://TheIndependentDaily.com
Regarding Bruce’s sister, Jacqueline, carried along by Miller as the three returned from a visit to the Albuquerque Zoo...
Her little arms! The feel of them melted my heart completely. Of course, she wasn’t as tired as she pretended to be.
Henry Miller, The Air-Conditioned Nightmare
I think it was Ford Madox Ford who initially got Miller on the road to success when he passed off a manuscript of Tropic of Cancer to his publisher in Paris and said, “This is a dirty book. You should publish it.” He did, and thus was born a genre of literature that would include Bill Burroughs and other creators of literary smut of every imaginable variation that would eventually encompass a fairly substantial collection that I consider still worth reading; the practice of sex remaining unchanged the past one-hundred years or so (maybe more?). In an old film interview I recall Henry Miller saying, “We f**ked just as much back then. We just didn’t talk about it.” (Of course, the genre extends back thousands of years: We’ve always been fascinated by the subject given there’s so little else to do in this mortal form that generates as immediate a sense of gratification.)
But who was Bruce Springer? Other than being the reason for this article, here’s an excerpt from his obituary appearing on Legacy.com:
Bruce Michael Springer died peacefully at home on September 20, 2022, surrounded by his family. He was born in Albuquerque New Mexico on October 6, 1935, to Lowell and Lona Springer.
Among other siblings, Bruce had a sister, Jacqueline. She, too, is remembered by Henry Miller in The Air-Conditioned Nightmare during his stay in New Mexico – Albuquerque. Brother and Sister, Mom and Dad enter at page 195 in my copy (New Directions, 1945/1970) and remain characters central to the storyline through page 203. His trip through New Mexico, on his way to California via Louisiana and other locations, took place sometime in the early War years. (Rarely did Miller use a date as a reference or marker, but Miller says Bruce was six and Jacqueline was four, so let’s call it 1941 given Bruce’s date of birth.)
In all accounts I’ve found on the Internet of Bruce Springer’s life, nowhere is it mentioned that one of America’s greatest writers devoted about 2.6% of a book to this otherwise not-well-publicized, albeit certainly respected and noted life as evidenced by the rest of the obituary, appended to the end of this article.
Maybe as Bruce and Jacqueline matured they reminisced about their meeting with Henry Miller. Maybe they didn’t. Maybe none of the four knew either who he was at the time of his visit or after, although Miller didn’t hide his still-fairly-obscure American identity, more often passing himself off as a Travel writer, which in some ways he was. Admittedly, at the time Henry Miller was not a household name: not a Steinbeck or Hemingway, or even a Saroyan, as an example. But within a few years that changed.
From Springer’s obituary, “…he went away to college at Oregon State in Corvallis… (Springer became) a lifelong teacher of Math, Science and Computer Technology. He held a bachelor's degree in science and Secondary Education and a master's degree in mathematics and science.” But apparently he had little to no interest in reading American Literature. As an aside, Miller’s Tropic of Cancer was ragingly popular in Europe at the time, but could not be sold in the United States until much later when I was in about the 7th grade.
Why do I know this? Because a group of colleagues (AKA other perverts in the 7th grade) obtained a copy through someone’s older brother and it began to make the rounds in our select group of hyper-sexual literati whose interests in all things carnal was stiffly held. All of the pages of importance were handily marked by sweaty fingerprints and other indiscernible stains.
In truth, I didn’t find it that remarkable, and thought of Tortilla Flat as a bit more lusty. Of course, graphically it was hard to beat National Geographic (not a pun) for critically important and highly illustrative photographic images.
Perhaps the after-the-fact discussion went something like this at a family gathering in the 1960s:
A Very Short Play About How Henry Miller Spent a Good Deal of Creative Effort Capturing The lives of Jacqueline and Bruce Springer
Jacqueline
I read something today about a new book that’s supposed to be very filthy. It’s by someone named, Henry Miller. Wasn’t that the name of the man who stayed with us for a few days in New Mexico when Mom and Dad ran the little motel in Albuquerque?
Bruce
Miller? Miller? No, I don’t think so.
The End
I love old books! Well-written books from a time past. Books with names written in ink, or mentioned in the text. Or written on the inside cover, or on the frontispiece, or on a spare piece of notepaper pinched between pages; books with margin notes from prior readers: and I love to find out who they were – those who made their possession of the book so personal. One such case was a copy of Goethe’s Faust inscribed, “Weston Roseberry.” Maybe three or four years ago I picked up this copy of Faust and when I noted the name, found out who he was. It is not a happy story: Weston died very young. It was tragic and heart rending. It was worthy of writing about. You may read it here. Use search text for Weston; it’s worth the effort.
I may only say that had I of been mentioned in anything written by Henry Miller, or his ilk, it would be tattooed on my chest. Every conversation would begin with either, “You know, when Henry Miller wrote about me…” Or, “I recall what Henry Miller said about me in his book…” Too late.
I did have a conversation with an old literary agent in England a short time ago, my age, regarding the manuscript I’ve been flogging, Holmes and Watson: Goodnight, My Love. He was keen to point out that he had met Miller years before and said, “Remind me to tell you what Henry Miller said about my wife and me.”
See? Who wouldn’t bring this into a conversation? Fact is, what Miller had to say to him was a lot less interesting than Miller’s focus on Springer and Sister, but a mention is a mention and worth repeating. As an example, I remember what Hemingway yelled at me when I accidentally cut his fishing line with a speedboat I was driving, “Hey! Asshole…” I don’t talk about that much.
The Air-Conditioned Nightmare stands alone as a brilliant, smooth-reading narrative engaging easily with an assortment of characters throughout America. It’s a fun, and still very-entertaining look into Miller’s life on the road in his beat-up old Buick. He even mentions Kingman, Arizona, where I sit at this very moment. Imagine that!
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As promised, here’s the rest of Bruce’s obituary. If you know any of the people listed as relatives, let them know about this very kind and immersive component in one of Miller’s epics (we are not Facebook people):
“The oldest of 5 children Jacqueline, Pat, Pam and Charles. When he was a teenager his family bought a farm in Oregon, where he would meet his future bride. There he milked cows, ran the tractor and worked on the farm, until he went away to college at Oregon State in Corvallis Oregon. He married his childhood sweetheart, Twila Ann Gillis 64 years ago "the best and most fortunate decision of his life". They had 4 children, Cyndi, Scott, Mike and Bridget.
“11 grandchildren, Aron, Alyssa, Emmy, Corey, Kylie, Amy, Luke Jackson, Brodie, Kury, and Ryan. And 7 great-grandchildren, Mason, Presley, Kaiden, Rylee, Sunny, Eliana, Georgia and Van. Bruce was a lifelong teacher of Math, Science and Computer Technology. He held a bachelor's degree in science and Secondary Education and a master's degree in mathematics and science. He coached wrestling basketball, baseball, football and track.
“He and his wife Twila shared their love of life and adventure. They lived and taught in Oregon, Washington, Hawaii, Tanzania, Panama, Ponape, Saudi Arabia, Indonesia and China. Twila has a degree in Elementary Education. Her teaching career began later after their 4 children were older. Bruce loved being active. He surfed, rode motorcycles, went on multiple Safaris, Climbed Mount Kilimanjaro, ran Hash through the jungle in Indonesia, and Sailed. (In this context, “Hash” must mean something other than what I smoked, given Bruce’s rather conservative appearance in the Legacy obituary. On the other hand, Ken Kesey lived in that neighborhood, so who knows? - ed.)
“He and Twila bought the Farm in 1971 (this is not a metaphor: they actually bought a farm. -ed.), finding their home in Port Angeles between the mountains and the sea. He raised a variety of livestock, planted a huge garden, pruned 30 fruit trees, raised bees, and made famous apple cider. He was active in Toastmasters, Barbershop and the Mac group. During the summer Bruce worked as a National Park ranger and a US Customs Officer…”
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Two Years Ago I Suggested a Fifty-Cent Bullet to Remove Putin
by Joseph Warren, Editor
copyright 2023
http://TheIndependentDaily.com
Instead, today, we’re subventing the slow, painful execution of the Ukraine and Russian population to further the wealth of our Merchants of Death, to the tune of hundreds of billions of dollars.
Just as we did (or are currently doing) in Vietnam and Afghanistan and Iraq and Israel and... Do you not see the insanity and vulgarity of our actions? How could you not?
While I applaud every effort to reduce global population and reintroduce some manner of homeostasis to our environment, my suggested approach would have eliminated the first problem: Putin’s war of aggression fueled by his long-standing psychosis. Then, ideally, we look at controlling and reducing our run-away global population by more scientific means other than through the invention of conflict and its associated misery and trauma, fueling violence in America as we continue to teach our younger generations how conflict is resolved: by violence, all to benefit the vast web of those who make the world’s killing machines.
As Dwight Yoakam’s character said in the movie Slingblade, “Exactly how retarded are you?” (Directed to anyone who supports our actions regarding the myriad countries where we wage or support war and despotic control.)
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Hace dos años sugerí una bala de cincuenta centavos para destituir a Putin.
En cambio, hoy estamos subvencionando la ejecución lenta y dolorosa de la población de Ucrania y Rusia para aumentar la riqueza de nuestros Mercaderes de la Muerte, por una suma de cientos de miles de millones de dólares.
Tal como hicimos (o estamos haciendo actualmente) en Vietnam, Afganistán, Irak, Israel y... ¿No ven la locura y la vulgaridad de nuestras acciones? ¿Cómo no pudiste?
Si bien aplaudo todos los esfuerzos por reducir la población mundial y reintroducir algún tipo de homeostasis en nuestro entorno, el enfoque que sugerí habría eliminado el primer problema: la guerra de agresión de Putin alimentada por su psicosis de larga data. Entonces, lo ideal sería controlar y reducir nuestra población global fugitiva por medios más científicos que no sean la invención del conflicto y su miseria y trauma asociados, alimentando la violencia en Estados Unidos mientras continuamos enseñando a nuestras generaciones más jóvenes cómo se resuelven los conflictos. : mediante la violencia, todo en beneficio de la vasta red de quienes fabrican las máquinas de matar del mundo.
Como dijo el personaje de Dwight Yoakam en la película Slingblade: "¿Exactamente qué tan retrasado eres?" (Dirigido a cualquiera que apoye nuestras acciones con respecto a los innumerables países donde libramos o apoyamos la guerra y el control despótico).
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As a Devout Independent, I Have to Ask:
Why Must I Watch the Republican Presidential Debate on Rumble?
by Joseph Warren, Editor
copyright 2023
http://TheIndependentDaily.com
It sounds like the name of a Gay bar… “Don’t Miss Rough and Tumble Night at Rumble! Half-Priced Drinks for all Sailors after 9PM.”
May I remind Republicans that without we Independents you cannot achieve a simple majority.
Until just a few years ago, the debates were ubiquitous and unavoidable: Democrat and Republican were watchable anywhere, on every channel, to anyone without having to give up your personal information: Name, Contact Data, City of Residence; and thus, Income, Other Memberships, Shopping Habits, Marital Status, Ethnicity, Frequency of Defecation, Genre of Pornography, Religion, and the myriad other bits of data accumulated everyday by those who represent the pestilential interests on the Internet – Google, Facebook, X, and all those striving to be the repository of all things about you. I suppose Rumble strives to this same end.
All we wanted to do here at TheIndependentDaily.com office was watch the September 27 debate. It’s not possible: I don’t want to sign up for Fox. I don’t want to have to dress-up like a Cowboy, a Sailor, a Biker or whatever to view the debate on Rumble. I don’t even know what Rumble is other than an archaic expression from 1950s movies. I suppose those who post on Rumble do so because it has that masculine, perhaps homoerotic sense about. Anything one says or posts as video on Rumble instantly becomes freighted with awe-inspiring toughness. It says to the world, “Ecce Homo” (which doesn’t mean what you likely think it does). Not being Gay, not there’s there anything wrong with it, why would I want to give them my personal information.
What are the Republicans doing at the debate? Are they going to be making secret signs? Will they chant a sacred mantra? Will they be taking photos of each other with their individual faces appearing in a life-sized Donald Trump cutout? Will Ramaswamy invoke some obscure passage of the Dharma and place an ancient Hindi curse on all non-Republicans, including we Independents by chanting in a dead tongue like a scene from Raiders of the Lost Ark?
Why all the… secrecy?
We, as a nation, are beyond redemption. In the last three decades we’ve plainly gone down the wrong path and it is inexorable. We are defiled and useless. We are far too ignorant to participate in a Democracy.
Do us a favor, Mr. Putin, and put us out of our misery, if you’re not too busy trying to get either Trump or Biden elected, since they are both equally good for business.
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Como devoto independiente, tengo que preguntar:
¿Por qué debo ver el debate presidencial republicano en Rumble?
Suena como el nombre de un bar gay… “¡No te pierdas la noche de Rough and Tumble en Rumble! Bebidas a mitad de precio para todos los marineros después de las 9 p. m. ".
Permítanme recordarles a los republicanos que sin nosotros, los independientes, no se puede lograr una mayoría simple.
Hasta hace apenas unos años, los debates eran omnipresentes e inevitables: demócratas y republicanos podían verse en cualquier lugar, en todos los canales, para cualquiera sin tener que revelar su información personal: nombre, datos de contacto, ciudad de residencia; y, por lo tanto, ingresos, otras membresías, hábitos de compra, estado civil, origen étnico, frecuencia de defecación, género de pornografía, religión y la miríada de otros datos acumulados todos los días por quienes representan los intereses pestilentes en Internet: Google, Facebook, X, y todos aquellos que se esfuerzan por ser el depósito de todo lo que te rodea. Supongo que Rumble se esfuerza por lograr el mismo fin.
Todo lo que queríamos hacer aquí en la oficina de TheIndependentDaily.com era ver el debate del 27 de septiembre. No es posible: no quiero registrarme en Fox. No quiero tener que disfrazarme de vaquero, marinero, motociclista o lo que sea para ver el debate en Rumble. Ni siquiera sé qué es Rumble aparte de una expresión arcaica de las películas de los años 50. Supongo que quienes publican en Rumble lo hacen porque tiene ese sentido masculino, quizás homoerótico. Cualquier cosa que uno diga o publique como video en Rumble se carga instantáneamente con una dureza impresionante. Le dice al mundo “Ecce Homo” (lo cual no significa lo que probablemente piensas). Al no ser gay, no hay nada malo en ello, ¿por qué querría darles mi información personal?
¿Qué están haciendo los republicanos en el debate? ¿Van a hacer señales secretas? ¿Cantarán un mantra sagrado? ¿Se tomarán fotos unos a otros con sus rostros individuales apareciendo en un recorte de tamaño natural de Donald Trump? ¿Invocará Ramaswamy algún pasaje oscuro del Dharma y lanzará una antigua maldición hindi a todos los no republicanos, incluidos nosotros, los independientes, cantando en una lengua muerta como una escena de En busca del arca perdida?
¿Por qué tanto (…) secretismo?
Nosotros, como nación, estamos más allá de la redención. En las últimas tres décadas claramente hemos ido por el camino equivocado y es inexorable. Estamos contaminados e inútiles. Somos demasiado ignorantes para participar en una democracia.
Háganos un favor, señor Putin, y sáquenos de nuestra miseria, si no está demasiado ocupado intentando que Trump o Biden sean elegidos, ya que ambos son igualmente buenos para los negocios.
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How to Fight the Fentanyl Epidemic
Stop Using Narcan:
Problem Solved.
by Joseph Warren, Editor
copyright 2023
http://TheIndependentDaily.com
A Modest and Painful Proposal.
Every reference I’ve read speaks to the repeated use of Narcan (or one of many alternatives) as a means of curtailing the effects of Opioid overdose, Fentanyl and otherwise, many times on the same Abuser, Junkie, Addict, or as we are led to believe, “Poor Weak Souls.”
I understand its use keeps many people happy and employed, including, particularly, Emergent BioSolutions (Narcan’s maker) and competitor products made by Teva Pharma, and others, as well as various government entities who can thus speak to the number of lives saved and justify their existence. And Drug rehabilitation and treatment facilities that very much want to treat-release-treat-release…the same users to perpetuate their client and funding base. And Homelessness housing solutions (very often related to active Drug use and Alcoholics) so that they may continue their efforts to house many of those who seemingly do not want to be housed.
Everyone benefitting is enthusiastically embracing Narcan’s use so, as Mel Brooks said in Blazing Saddles, “We can save our chickenshit jobs.”
Brad:
My name is Brad, and I’m an addict…
Group:
Hi, Brad! (Clap-clap-clap.)
Brad:
I haven’t used for twenty-eight minutes since right after the last meeting when I got high.
Group:
(Clap-clap-clap.)
And the Overtime Pay for our Police Officers. Then there’s the Judicial System and everyone related: Jails, Prisons, and Health Care (hospitals and medical centers benefit greatly from the epidemic). The list of those who advantage from Drug use reaches to every level of our society and economy. In some cases, employing those with no real job skills other than coming to the aid of Drug users. (That’s really not a very good way to sustain an economy.)
If, as an example, you are a Fentanyl user in Portland, Oregon, or virtually anywhere in very tolerant America today, you run a risk of death from the drug’s use, except that each officer and a legion of many others (citizen anti-overdose brigades) roam the streets looking for those who are approaching death. When they locate someone hanging on to the scrotum of the Grim Reaper, like superheroes they jam Narcan into the user’s nose and the situation passes nearly without consequences. One Portland officer may counter-dose the same addict two, three, four times a week. But like cops everywhere, they’ve got nothing else to do, anyway, right?
From a desperate attempt by Portland’s leadership to correct the problem:
From an article below, here’s Portland’s situation summed up in video:
Nothing changes. Nothing will. Other potential (or active) users witness this series of events and probably think, “Well, if he can do it without dying so can I.”
Brad:
My name is Brad, and I’m an addict…
Group:
Hi, Brad! (Clap-clap-clap.)
Brad:
After the last meeting just a few minutes ago, I used again and nearly died.
Group:
(Clap-clap-clap.)
Maybe Brad needs to fully appreciate the consequences of his actions, and through his death others may learn. Like with the Catholic Church, he can become Saint Brad of the Deaf, and hopefully be prevented from propagating. Through attrition (from one result or another), the epidemic will pass. It’s just not likely that we’ll follow this course though, because for us in America today, Evwy wittle life is just sooooo pwecious, isn’t it?
No, every life isn’t. It’s sad to say, but true.
Brad:
After the last meeting I used again and died.
Group:
(Clap-clap-clap.)
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Google: Cute Name; Evil Company
by Joseph Warren, Editor
copyright 2023
http://TheIndependentDaily.com
Indiscriminate advertising; relentless pursuit of your data; omnipresent manipulator of opinion.
This website does not allow Google to track you. We will never allow Google to track you, because, frankly, they learn everything there is to learn about you from the various sites you visit who use Google to track you.
Does this look familiar?
I grabbed this from Realtor.com, but it could have been from nearly any site you visit today, even those with which you have a registered account, like eBay. Google still wants your data.
It’s Google Analytics (GA) at work, and although it looks relatively benign, it’s not. Many sites - from the very big to the very small - use GA to understand their customers. It’s a free tool, and thus at “no cost to the site owner” Google bundles up a neat little package that’s dropped on the website and watches everything that happens...everything.
In exchange, GA uses your data to understand how to sell you things, opinions and ideals:
How to lead your life; what to think and when to think it. Where you ought to vacation. What and where you should eat when you get there. How long and where you ought to stay. When is the best time to go to sleep, to have sex; what to watch via television or stream on your Smart Phone or Tablet (all the can’t miss television productions that indoctrinate you further into the world of pointless Consumerism or aberrant sexual practices). Where you absolutely must shop when you get to wherever you’re going and what you ought to buy. How often you should have a bowel movement. What to do if it burns when you urinate. What that uncomfortable sensation is in your stomach (hint: existential angst). How to get rid of toe fungus. Why you should fear a political figure or endorse a social movement. How to eliminate stomach fat. Why Lizzo is such a great vocalist and ironically how sleek it is to have the figure of an elephant. Why Gay people should be proud. Why Conservatives are bigoted fanatics. How you can benefit from a vegetable-rich diet. Why our police are killing “innocent” (circle one:) Black/White/Poor/Homeless/Retarded people. How to help those poor souls addicted to fentanyl. Why selective breeding (Eugenics) is bad. Why it’s good to let anyone, no matter how deficient, propagate (hint: more people, more consumers). Why Homelessness is your fault and why they deserve to be housed through government taxpayer funding.
I know most of you don’t mind giving up your privacy, but you should understand how Machiavellian this is. Google owns all the data extracted from everything you do on your phone, computer, tablet - regardless of the maker. If you have a Nest thermostat with an integrated security camera, which you probably do whether you know it or not, Google knows not only at what temperature you keep your house, but when you sleep, what you wear (if anything at all), what you say, what you do, when you leave, when you return.
If you have a Ring doorbell security system, or other Ring or other maker products, Google learns about all of your comings and goings. They know with whom you associate. What late-night sojourns you make. When you return and if you’re carrying packages. They know the route you took to get to wherever you went, from your GPS or through one of the many applications residing in our car’s operating system: an unavoidable situation in today’s tech-packed cars.
Your Smart TV or YouTube or any number of other avenues for streaming entertainment, including the less savory, are all owned or linked to Google, through GA or outright, such as YouTube. Every image you upload to any GA platform finds its way to the databank, no matter what you were doing when you took the image.
In Slaughterhouse Five, Vonnegut tells the story of a (delusional) man, Billy Pilgrim, who is frequently transported to the planet Tralfamadore where he resides in a clear-domed house eventually in the company of the pulchritudinous Montana Wildhack. All of their behaviors are monitored, including all Maslovian basic functions, and chronicled for the intellectual pleasure of the their hosts, the Tralfamadorians. Slaughterhouse Five was and remains a favorite light read owing to its portrayal of the mindlessness of war, and for Pilgrim’s delusional state. Many decades ago I thought, What an interesting position to find one’s self.
And, yet, today, here we are. You, me, all of us captured by the Tralfamadorians and transported to another planet where, locked in a dome, we are observed every minute of every day and tracked. The Tralfamadorians at least had the decency to curtail viewing when it became apparent that Billy and Montana required solitude. Google doesn’t: They observe endlessly and without respite. You allow them to do so. But you can mitigate their intrusions.
Search using an anonymous engine, and/or clear your computer’s data throughout the day. When possible, open a site through a private window on your browser. Open only those sites you would open as if your mother was standing behind you. Don’t sign-in using Google. Recognize that Amazon, Facebook, Twitter (X), and all the others are after your wallet and your data not to your benefit.
Ask yourself, Why would they want to know that much about me? If you can’t answer that question, then, perhaps, you deserve to be one of the many Homogenized.
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The Plug-In EV Charging Station:
Killing Fields of Tomorrow?
WaterWorld of Today?
Dawn of a New War?
(You get the idea...)
What a piece of work is man...
- Shakespeare (Shakspere), Hamlet
by Joseph Warren, Editor
copyright 2022
http://TheIndependentDaily.com
The behavioral problems of our society are not negated by the introduction of alternative fuel vehicles, notwithstanding how Peace-Loving they may appear. (You can almost see the little Peace signs and sticky flower decals pasted on the sides, along with a Deadhead sticker in the back window, à la 1968 can’t you?)
No amount of Peace and Love though can negate the fact that people have always behaved badly when driving; when parking; when fueling; when doing anything remotely related to cars – fossil fuel or electric or a hybrid combination. As the necessary popularity of EVs and commensurate charging grows to complete one’s tasks, we can safely expect violence to ensue. It’s already happening.
Freud famously said, All humans are assholes when not being video-taped, but he was wrong (see below), and what will happen tomorrow when the competition for EV Charging really heats up as some percentage of the more than five or ten-million EVs then to be on the road compete for charging at an estimated 300,000 individual charging stations, sometimes obstructed or occupied by conventional car owners who simply want to make the EV owner pay an added emotional tariff for owning a Tesla (or other perceived expensive or exotic electric car)?
Every Tesla owner knows what happens when they drive their Tesla, occasionally confronted by irritated non-EV people who see the Tesla owner as a threatening example of arrogance and affluence. To many they’re like a vehicular Mark Zuckerberg: There’s something about him that just makes you want to punch him really hard in that stupid little face, for no really good reason other than that he is an existential annoyance. In a real world, he (and EVs) are something that should not be, in the ontological sense of the word. They are in opposition to the nature of the universe. Nietzsche wouldn’t be caught dead in a Tesla or with a Facebook account in the MetaVerse, or whatever these dweebs are calling it.
“Charging at home overnight makes charging while underway for daily, mostly local tasks unnecessary!” you say?
According to AAA Public Relations Manager Andrew Gross, the organization responded to precisely 194,317 out-of-gas calls from January to April 2022. This does not include other roadside help resources: other insurance companies, a friend easily imposed upon, or your Mother.
Your Mother: Happy that you made it home safely, “Baruch HaShem!”
As to an EV, your Mother cannot deliver a bottle of electrons, and neither can AAA although they do have limited mobile charging services, which means EVs will require a much higher level of discipline than currently apparent in our society. That said, emergency roadside charging is being expanded in preparation to take on the many who live like Cosmo Kramer thrilling to the challenge of squeezing out the last mile from their local dealership demo car:
Companies like SETEC Power, currently operating in China, are starting up to provide roadside recovery charging, including the venerable and reliable AAA, and developing business models for economically feasible where-you-end-up assistance, and when you get a gander at the rig required to deliver roadside charging, you’ll sense correctly that a pizza will not be sufficient payment.
194,317 out-of-gas calls from January to April 2022
In just four months time, that is how many people ignored their gas gauges (or the equivalent of the Charge Level gauge in an EV) and called AAA for assistance: just AAA. Consider that unlike EV Charging, Gas Stations are everywhere. They are as ubiquitous as hookers on Market Street in San Francisco, or so I’ve been told regarding the hookers. It’s hard to miss a Gas Station and they far, far outweigh EV stations of comparable purpose. So do the hookers, for that matter, but neither Sonni nor Tempest can blow up your battery, although if you need a ride, they’re available.
Then, combine the time it takes to recharge an EV to an acceptable extent – enough to get you another 50, 100 or more miles down the road, compared to that of a fossil fuel conventional automobile, and the real problem becomes clear.
EV charging time varies from about 15 minutes, at the very least at a superfast Tesla charger, to as much as several hours at home. (Filling up with gasoline is about a five minute process except for the most addled fidgeting with their supermarket discount cards or trying to decide if they need a car wash.) Some non-Tesla fast chargers can do the job in an hour or more, but that is a very long time to sit at a charging station while the line behind your EV continues to grow, particularly if you – the driver – don’t appear busy tending to the charging process even though the least sentient person ought to know that there is nothing you can do to speed the process along, short of shouting encouraging words to the little electrons as they move down the wire and into your battery. “C’mon little guys… You can do it!”
What will happen tomorrow when the competition for EV Charging really heats up? This is what will happen:
It’s our version of today’s human condition. It’s deplorable. It’s insipid. It’s hateful and violent, and it is who we are, generally. Already the numbers on the tote board are spinning as more and more of us find our way into EVs during this last spate of exotically-priced petrol continues into the foreseeable future.
When 50% of us drive EVs will gun violence increase proportionately? Or will the lessened consumption of hydrocarbon fuels yield greater placidity veiling us with a diaphanous cloak of true peace and love? My money’s on the former. And, lastly, if you drive an EV, this may be your future:
The race to build more and better charging stations is on as recognition of the immediate and future needs of EV owners becomes more apparent. And in their recklessness, municipalities and up are hell-bent, in some cases, on mandating charging predicated on square footage of the facility or as a percentage of parking overall, placing the cost of developing charging stations on the Small Business person whose goal is to realize an American dream: preferably one that is fueled by petrol, and not at $5,000 or more out of her pocket per charging station. The math doesn’t work...
Note: Neither Warren nor Hill drive an EV. At 3,000 miles per year, it doesn’t pencil out, and you can only have my Jaguar XK8 after you pry my cold, dead fingers from the steering wheel.
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Drug Use, Homelessness, Crime, Vast Overpopulation, and Societal Collapse
Look on the bright side: Biden’s staffing up by 300,000 troops for a war in Europe. Maybe Putin-Xi will blow us off the face of the earth! Problem Solved.
by Joseph Warren, Editor
copyright 2023
http://TheIndependentDaily.com
“When we invest in clean energy and electric vehicles and reduce population, more of our children can breathe clean air and drink clean water...”
- Vice President Kamala Harris
In today’s radically strange world, our Vice President was condemned for this supposed slip-up. Not oddly, I consider it to be one of the most truthful statements uttered by a politician over the last several decades. It may have been a deviation from her script, but from such “unintentional” words the truth lurks within. You may call it a Freudian slip or a parapraxis, but she is a schooled orator, Howard University graduate, and a graduate of Hastings Law: neither of which equate to Trump University, by the way, and require rigorous focus and academic excellence.
Take a moment and recall the outside world during Covid lock-down: Clean Air, Cleaner Streets, Clean Parks, Unsullied Streams...an environmental delight. I have the advantage, I admit, because, too, I vividly recall the Southern California coast during the 1950s. I clearly see the mountain lakes and streams not far off, and the smell of the forest uncontaminated by trash and foul smells of soiled disposable diapers, garbage and empty cans left at campsites and along the streams. I’ve seen giant boulders without spray-painted profanities and insipid gang signs left by the plethora of idiots roaming the urban wilderness.
The burden of anyone at least approaching the state of being fully-brained is the recognition that we are vastly overpopulated. With increased population comes increased numbers of those who are less than mentally capable of participating in a Democratic society: They are unread, unschooled, confused and a financial burden to society. They put in very little, but take out much. Owing to the legalization of Drugs, it has become worse.
In the days of yore before Social Media, the sort of person in the clip below had to make an effort to spread his gospel of Hate, perhaps burning a few calories in the process:
Fortunately, today we don’t need to exert ourselves to foment Hate and spread truncated logic.
Today we have the Internet, and are 78% or more overweight thus giving our illformed and ignorant opinions greater self-perceived rectitude, whether on National Public Radio or Fox News or the Los Angeles Times or New York Post among an ocean of others.
They are all forums for the very Left and Right leaning, not offering News, but Propaganda.
As our intelligence swings closer to the mean owing to unchecked reproduction, we are prolific in breeding more and more people who 25 years ago might not have had a very demonstrable voice on day-to-day issues, or would have been institutionalized for their own welfare.
Unavoidably, at 8 billion people we need to consider reintroducing sterilization based on intelligence, without regard to other genetic factors. Read, What California (and Hitler) Got Right and Wrong: Eugenics and Euthanasia. In some states, such as my own where Pot has become legal for recreational use, and more completely in Oregon where all drugs are effectively legal, its toll has become apparent. Not Legalizing any drug should have been a no-brainer, but it’s too late. This is Portland:
This is Seattle:
This is just one neighborhood in San Francisco:
How about Los Angeles? Just one aspect of the vast issues facing this in LA and surrounding communities:
And in Phoenix where entrepreneurship is alive and well:
And, really, in every city in the United States. Who’s going to stop it? How shall we reverse this devastating, malignant deterioration?
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The Moon is Gone
by Joseph Warren, Editor
http://TheIndependentDaily.com
In the town the people moved sullenly through the streets. Some of the light of astonishment was gone from their eyes, but still a light of anger had not taken its place.
- Steinbeck, The Moon is Down
The following notice appeared stapled to power poles up and down the street this morning:
People’s Republic of China
Attention: How to behave when occupying force becomes visible to you and dear family.
Some things must do to prevent serious hurt to you:
When officer knock door, open immediately and do not delay.
Do not open door and have gun on person.
All family persons must be seen at door portal when open door.
Speak after bowing head to officer.
Always hands seen.
No person must secrete his body from visible to all who greet you.
Be respecting of the official present.
Immediate on open tell official if you have guns of all types.
Quick to show him where guns in house.
Do not impede officer coming into house.
Do not touch officer.
Answer all question without falsehood.
Allow officer to explore house with not bothering.
When officer tells you to come with him do so with not words.
When officer leaves house will give paper explain checked complete ok.
Keep paper for next visit by officer safe.
I could see the yellow paper it had been printed on fluttering in succession along the roadway. They were affixed to Old Town Kingman store windows with tape. I dared to drive to the newer parts of town to investigate, for a very brief time. I’ll admit to being frightened: The grocery, hardware, clothing, and all other stores were closed exhibiting the same testament to a changed world. Government offices were all closed, including Kingman Police.
Both local newspapers stacked up on street corners carried it front page devoid of any other news: blank white newsprint followed behind in the print editions, like withered leaves on a long-dead oak. I drove quickly back.
Our office lights flickered throughout the day as power resumed then collapsed, leaving the Uninterruptible Power Supply tired and not able to withstand the neglect. During one brief nine-minute period while the power lines were energized I scrambled to access any news source available to learn what I may, and I was greeted by the same notice, only electronically generated posted to the face of my computer screen, There was no other access. The cell phone was useless.
A few blocks from our office as I sat pondering this imponderable, just off Route 66, I heard the staccato of machine pistol fire. A block behind I heard a shout - the voice of a woman, a car door slammed, the roar of an engine moving quickly away down Pine Street.
Heavy tires now approaching the office: some kind of very large vehicle. I can feel the rumbling in the asphalt echoing through the foundation. It stops. Then, many voices shouting making sounds I didn’t recognize in a language I did not understand. As I write this there is a banging at my door, I...
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Thinking About Replacing Your Current Car with Another Used Car?
Some thoughts on Greed and Debt
by Joseph Warren, Editor
http://TheIndependentDaily.com
Those sons-of-bitches over there ain’t buying. Every (car dealership) gets em. They’re lookers...take up your time. Over there...Get ‘em in a car. Start ‘em at two hundred and work down. Get ‘em out in a jalopy. Sock it to ‘em! They took our time.
Steinbeck, Grapes of Wrath, Oklahoma Car Lot, 1930s
It wasn’t too bad until the Great Pandemic struck and Greed really took over: It’s pervasive. Today, Private Seller asking prices are half-again or more over what they ought to be, given normal value enhancement. Now, values are based on Scientific-Seller-Price-based-Research that looks something like this:
The potential seller has a “Completely Restored” 1978 Todesfahrt SS he would like to sell. (Todesfahrts were German vehicles produced prior to 1978. Google it.) “Restored” means that he painted over the body rust after adhering a few pounds of Bondo, and steam–cleaned the engine, spraying the block, the pipes, the inner-fenders – everything really, with a shaker can (or four) of paint, because taping off what you do not want to paint is just too tedious. Besides he was busy on YouTube at the time trying to find out if he should wear his ball cap completely backwards or off to one side, what t-shirt to accessorize with, and how to say, “Waazzz up YouTubers!” with the proper ignorant inflection.
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The Great Covid Pandemic:
Pfizer, BioNTech, Paycheck Protection Program, CARES Act
And Hypochondria
by Joseph Warren, Editor
http://TheIndependentDaily.com
“Data, data, data. I cannot make bricks without clay.”
- Sherlock Holmes
I’ll begin this article by saying that I strive to examine every bit of data (within the scope of what is available) to completely understand why people do the things they collectively do. It’s a reflection of my education and interests. And, like President Trump on camera when we were being briefed on the impending Covid apocalypse we faced as a nation, I think I wore the same look of confusion as he, finding myself completely and rationally disconnected from the hysteria of the moment as the words of the many “experts” marched before us and the mania took root and grew.
Those who denied the severity of the disease were cast by the Popular Media as fools or right-wing anti-vax crazies who, for some dark and unknown nihilistic reason privy only to the condemning, wished to see humanity suffer for its foibles: a Divine retribution. It was as powerful a response to the opposition as it was in March 2003 against those of us who opposed the invasion of Iraq, and about this I know much, personally and deeply, and to today still carry an abiding hatred for George W. Bush, Dick Cheney and the rest of the co-conspirators.
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Mass Shootings:
Achieving Population Reduction, or a Terrible Waste of Good Ammunition?
by Joseph Warren, Editor
http://TheIndependentDaily.com
It’s certainly a very painful way to go about it, but let’s take a moment and recall what Jesus said, “Wherever four or more of you gather in my name, there is a likelihood of a mass shooting.”
The Guardian reported recently that the US is currently on-track to set a new record for mass killings estimating a number of events equalling sixty for the year 2023. That’s plainly not good enough. With a worldwide population of more than eight billion quickly dissipating natural resources, continuing food shortages, ignorance and illiteracy on the rise to levels not-seen in our country for many decades, failed educational systems, a pandemic of debilitating social media, pervasive greed, malignant hate, and cancerous ennui regarding our shared state of being, we need to focus on reducing the number of people sharing our crowded little dirt-ball Earth.
Piecemeal, onesie-twosie assassinations won’t achieve the needed reduction...
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FDA Changes Pfizer Covid Vaccine Publication and Data
by Joseph Warren, Editor
http://TheIndependentDaily.com
Suspicious? Why would I be suspicious?
It had been a number of months since I made a detailed review of readership of TheIndependentDaily.com, and several months have passed since I checked specifically on traffic to our articles regarding Covid vaccine efficacy, available in the tab above under the heading of “Vaccine.” I made a quick review and clicked on the links contained therein, particularly that for efficacy and mortality for those vaccinated, versus those who have not been vaccinated.
Imagine my surprise when I found that the FDA had changed out the report on efficacy and morbidity for vaccinated vs. unvaccinated.
As I mentioned in this article, published about the time of the big vaccine push, we downloaded and saved to our local drive the original report. In our article we said:
“Open the document and “turn” to page 18. There you will find Table 6: Vaccine Efficacy…
- In Table 6 you will see that of the 20,540 participants who received the COMIRNATY vaccine, 7 days after the second dose there was one confirmed case of Covid.
- Of the Placebo group – people who received an injection of Saline – 21 of 20,629 developed Covid in the same timeframe.
- The delta (difference) is 20 additional Covid cases without the Pfizer vaccine out of more than 20,000 people. That is to say that, according to Pfizer’s own research, the incidence of Covid infection in an unvaccinated society is .0969% or less than one-tenth of one percent. Compare this level of incidence to the flu, detailed below.”
In the replacement document, this table no longer exists.
Given the FDA’s actions, we’ve uploaded our saved FDA document in whole. This is the document they took off the site. This is the document, they found, apparently, unsettling. This is very duplicitous. You may access it and now make the comparison, wherein you will find that empirically, the Pfizer vaccine is useless. It was useless. It will likely be useless. But, the very good news is, we have given Pfizer and our Health Care industry trillions of dollars which, at this very moment, we are trying to confront in Washington DC. (Rooster coming home to roost, et cetera.) This was on the very heels of Pfizer’s being held accountable for today’s Opioid Epidemic, in part, wherein they were required to compensate “America” for its use and deleterious effects thereof.
Suspicious? Why would I be suspicious?
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What the hell does “LGBTQIA+” mean?
School Vouchers:
A Very Quick Look at Arizona’s Confused Governor Katie Hobbs
by Joseph Warren, Editor
http://TheIndependentDaily.com
Legislative Republicans need to explain why they are forcing this runaway spending on Arizona taxpayers and making working families foot the bill for private school tuitions, the governor said. We need to bring an end to the wasteful school voucher spending that threatens to decimate our state’s finances.
- Governor Katie Hobbs
Yes, there will be funding redirected from state-run (Public) schools. That’s the point. Arizona’s parents (and many states elsewhere) have been footing the bill for the last many years while our schools have become mired in the bog of Inclusionary Society, allowing their focus to drift to non-academic subjects rather than teaching what is important to an evolving society. Appreciating sexual inclinations, as an example, is not.
Those parents who seek another educational outlet for their children don’t want or care that their children be made aware that Transvestites or Transsexuals or Gays or Lesbians or any of the other myriad variations at the bottom layer of Maslow’s pyramid comprising sexual functions, defecation, or a place to sleep, need to be acknowledged. It’s their choice to embrace that lifestyle, and to pursue “enlightening” all others on its essence is disingenuous, plainly wrong, and a waste of educational resources. It isn’t racist or discriminatory: it just isn’t what ought to be the foundation for a well-grounded education.
Yet, all taxpayers have been contributing a great deal of financial support to their efforts misdirecting our public educational system from real, actual, intellectually-stimulating curricula. They’re tired of it. They want their children to receive a good education without indoctrination.
Lastly, Governor Hobbs did not find herself in office because of some great public outcry for homosexual or racial justice, but because she competed against Kari Lake whose ill-conceived rhetoric and political affiliation soured the majority of Arizona’s electorate, swinging the Independent vote in her favor. It’s the same for Biden, really. Hobbs is our Biden – he, like Hobbs, was a rejection of the alternative, not an endorsement. We’ve discussed this in detail earlier herein.
The above reference to LGBTQIA+ is a quote from an LATimes story regarding the Glendale School District’s discussion surrounding whether to declare June as Pride Month for the benefit of those students who are proud of their sexuality, for whatever reason one may be proud of what is nothing more than a basic physiological function. And, most importantly, why are Onanists not included in this cryptic string of identifiers? After all, these are people who are pulling their own weight in an effort to beat off those who would otherwise shun the practice. They have come to grips with reality: why may the others not?
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Our Uncle Sam Buys a House
by Joseph Warren, Editor
http://TheIndependentDaily.com
Uncle Sam is at his desk in the dark, cavernous reaches of his office in Washington, District of Columbia, his face aflood in light from his iMac’s 27-inch computer screen driven by the simultaneously-opened windows of Zillow, Trulia (one-in-the-same, but he is unaware), Coldwell, and Craigslist, too, for safe measure and not to miss the likelihood of an FSBO opportunity, while stirring a large red-white-blue mug of coffee perched precariously next to his keyboard tipped awkwardly by a pencil caught between cup bottom and desktop: he is oblivious though to this pending consumer disaster, shocked as he is by the continued drive to higher prices in areas of his country which should have by now, owing to the untiring efforts of the Fed to drive down inflation, and other phenomena, dropped far more than they have.
Although Uncle Sam is vastly in debt, as we know from the uncomfortable credit interview during his last car purchase (see below, TheIndependentDaily.com), and notwithstanding mortgage rates that have exceeded the wildest expectations of the average consumer of today, hovering around 7-1/2 percent, and although his savings passbook rate remains at far less than 1 percent, he, because he is Uncle Sam, after all, remains optimistic about America’s future.
And, since being unceremoniously thrown out of his basement digs with Kamala Harris at her Naval Observatory residence, he’s been sleeping in the back seat of the car he bought on time in Kingman, Arizona, being rousted every night by Capitol Police for vagrancy and misdemeanors. (Being ejected from Harris’ home was not all bad since he was tiring from the constant blast of James Brown and Drifters’ music droning through the ancient floorboards until three in the morning and waking to find the lawn riddled with broken, empty Thunderbird wine bottles and the front windows shot-out.)
“I got to get the Hell out of here!” he thinks as...
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The Greatest Pandemic of All Is Here!
Washington DC is Apoplectic by Startling Revelation!
CDC Discloses: Every Day Thousands of People Around the World Die of This Disease!
President Biden Proposes Another Trillion-Dollar Payout for Vaccine to (Again) Pfizer!
Hospitals Plead for Trillions of Dollars in Assistance: “Our emergency rooms are full! We’re overwhelmed! I’m so tired I can barely stuff this cupcake in my face!”
by Joseph Warren, Editor
http://TheIndependentDaily.com
Who Was Patient Zero:
Her Royal Highness, Queen Elizabeth Succumbs to Death by Something Termed, Old Age!
“I’ve never seen so many old people who are dying like this here!” said Rebecca Phatarse, a Healthcare professional in Macon Georgia. “They’re dropping like pants at a bachelor party, which I used to work before becoming a licensed clinician, you understand.”
And so they were. By one account in Macon alone, several thousand people are expected to die in the next few years as a result of Old Age and, sadly, there is nothing we can do about it until the Pharmaceuticals industry develops a vaccine, which they must before it is too late!
In San Francisco, in New York, in Paris, Rome, Berlin, Kingman, and even in Boise, great numbers of our fellow citizens are succumbing to this “Mega-Killer” as the CDC’s Chief of Hyperbole has termed it, Dr. Maximillian Juberg.
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Our Uncle Sam Buys a Used Car on Time
But Finds that Our (National) Debt makes it Difficult.
by Joseph Warren, Editor
http://TheIndependentDaily.com
Our Uncle Sam is looking over a few cars in the auto sales lot of one of the “Auto Row” dealerships clustered along Stockton Hill Road here in Kingman, Arizona. He’s not certain which car he wants but is drawn to a sexy, older-model V8 dating from the 1990s before we began to worry excessively about Climate Change sometime 30 years from now in the middle of this century when it’s far too late to do anything about it.
The salesman approaches. “That’s a beauty, ain’t it?”
Uncle Sam casts a nervous glance. “Yes. I guess. I mean, it depends on the price.”
“O, don’t fret that none.” He studies Uncle Sam for a moment. “Say, that is some hat you’ve got there!”
“Thanks.” Uncle Sam fiddles with the hat brim a moment then steadies his gaze...
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We Must Accept Who We Are
by Joseph Warren, Editor
http://TheIndependentDaily.com
…a fragmented society, a mountain of conflicting interests, a nation which appeared to share nothing save poverty and the hatred of each against each…
From The Literary World review of Rudolf Ditzen’s (ndp, Hans Fallada) Little Man, What Now? (Kleiner Mann, Was Nun?)
Reproduced in the book’s Afterword commenting on Nazi Germany
If the words above sound like an adequate description of our world today, here, in the USA, and you too have asked, What Now? as I have many times in the past 20 years, then you will have discovered the timelessness of Ditzen’s book.
- Editor
Ditzen’s writing was simple and to-the-point. It flowed gloriously, in my opinion, although he had his detractors way back when the art of writing was something seen as tantamount to creating master-stroke marks with oil on a canvas: as important, as creative. In Little Man, What Now? we have an opportunity to follow the lives of a young couple in Germany during the last years of the Weimar Republic before its descent into hell.
Versailles, and the many missteps by Germany’s then-leadership took the once-great country into the depths of economic destruction, not unlike what we are experiencing today owing to our own corrupted economic practices and befogged societal constructs, only without the extrinsic influences that brought Germany’s society to its knees. Yet.
Throughout the novel, Ditzen describes...
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Pandemic Puppies
by Joseph Warren, Editor
http://TheIndependentDaily.com
The Antiseptic Baby and the Prophylactic Pup
Were playing in the garden when the Bunny gambolled up;
They looked upon the creature with a loathing undisguised;
It wasn’t disinfected and it wasn’t sterilised.
- From the poem Strictly Germ-Proof, by Arthur Guiterman.
(Recited by our publisher, Greta Warren-Hill, 1965, Second Grade, at Four Corners Elementary School, Salem, Oregon, before a live audience.)
Immersed in a plethora of advertisements for guns and drugs, Craigslist, Facebook, and all other social media, is staggering from the weight of ads posted by those who during the Covid Pandemic elected to supplement their income by encouraging animal fornication in the jejune belief wealth would follow.
Many were (and are) asking extravagant sums for designer dogs following breed lines hitherto unknown, mating the most unlikely together to conjure what they assumed would be exotic and desirable objects of affection to the multitude of shut-ins and otherwise lonely-hearted who just needed a more organic “Like” than what might be achieved in the festering fetid swamp of popular online forums. New breeds emerging: Puginese, Schweenie, Pithuahua and countless other neologistic approaches...
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“Not much going on... How ‘bout you?”
Since 2011 Consumer debt has spiked from about 11 Trillion to more than 16 Trillion dollars
by Joseph Warren, Editor
http://TheIndependentDaily.com
Let me get this straight:
Our “unprecedented” drought has taken our lakes and rivers (that quite literally feed the Southwest’s population) to unheard of shallowness and flow threatening a painful decline in Power, Water, Food Production, and even recreation leading to perhaps a point of societal collapse, but we do nothing of any consequence.
The Anasazi, who occupied a good bit of the Southwest in the early 1200s, vanished from historic records following a documented 50-year drought that left them without adequate water to sustain their lives. Anthropologists speculate that the Anasazi merged with other local tribes following their abandonment of their homelands. Yet, we think that 20 years is a substantial enough period for a drought to last and maybe next year we’ll have to do something (reactive) proactive, like get people to stop filling their swimming pools, watering lawns, and washing their fossil fuel burning cars. Then, the Anasazi were a few (at best) thousand. The number of Desert Southwest inhabitants today exceeds 20 million...
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Iris Chang, Volodymyr Zelensky
and
Mao Zedong
Chang Kai-Shek
Adolf Hitler
Vladimir Putin
George W. Bush
by Joseph Warren, Editor
http://TheIndependentDaily.com
The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
- (The first four lines of Wordsworth’s remarkable poem, The World is Too Much with Us.)
When the curtain lifts revealing all that remains of Ukraine’s children, women, men, houses, schools, hospitals, roadways, bridges, theaters, the dead have been counted, the cruelties uncovered, the rapes tallied, the disemboweled accounted for, the children without either a mother or a father gathered together and fed and clothed and taken into the arms of those who are willing, after the last fire has been extinguished and the final rock removed, when the smoke finally clears removing the diaphanous veil to what truly remains of Ukraine; how long until it becomes a footnote to our flaccid memories and is the same type of act is repeated, tirelessly, again and again and again and again?
That is the point of Hell, is it not? Nowhere in Scripture, Bible, Quran, Torah, or other fable is Hell a singularity. Events such as these are repeated for the benefit of those newly arrived. Welcome to Hell wherein the Seven Deadly Sins perpetuate unremittingly and without opportunity for respite, to rest, to gather one’s thoughts, to decide on the correct course to a righteous life.
Iris Chang chronicled the Nanking invasion by the Japanese in and around 1938. It became known shortly after the War as the Rape of Nanking. Rape, though, was the least offensive of criminal actions perpetrated on the Chinese population of Nanking at that time. The viscera flowed as though the Qinhuai had flooded with blood washing all of Nanking - bathing everyone in its sanguineous horror. Aberrance and criminality, of every form was inflicted on Nanking’s children, women, and, of course, men. Nothing and no one was beyond the reach of the invading Japanese. Iris was haunted by what she had learned.
The other night I picked up Jonathon Fenby’s, Chang Kai-Shek. (This was to mark my second reading of this epic in contemporary Chinese history, with a focus on the events leading to the Second Sino-Japanese War.) I had forgotten that midway through the book Fenby describes in formidable detail those events that Iris had taken to heart: too much to heart and mind and soul.
Iris Chang committed suicide in 2004, aching, irrevocably, from the images she had conjured in her mind of what had happened to the people of Nanking, her mother’s parents among them, having miraculously escaped death. To her, Nanking was more than an academic study of an historical event: it was personal, private, familial. It was painful.
Midway through the many pages of Fenby’s very detailed account of Nanking I stopped reading. I covered my eyes and wept for a moment. Not for the lives lost in Nanking so many years ago, but for Iris Chang; for the millions who died in China at the hands of Kai-Shek and Mao Zedong; for those who met death in Krakow and throughout Europe in the late 1930s; in Vietnam and South East Asia in the 1960s and beyond; in Iraq beginning in 2003; and, sadly, as though we are non-sentient, in Ukraine today, and I remembered Wordsworth.
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon,
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers,
For this, for everything, we are out of tune…
(Ibid)
Iris Chang, Sleeping Flower, help us in this hour of need to overcome apathy, and to understand that the pain of one is the pain of all, and so it shall be forever and ever. O, man! Will it ever end?
As I did last time, I set aside Fenby’s powerful account and began reading something else: anything else. (I will finish re-reading Kai-Shek later, as I did before.)
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How to Install and Use a Toilet Seat Bidet
(and Eugenics!)
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by Joseph Warren, Editor
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…in the merciless struggle for survival the unfit were doomed anyway and the fit destined to prevail.
Daniel Kevles, In the Name of Eugenics, on Karl Pearson
One year before the current COVID-19 pandemic began, very fortuitously we decided on a bidet toilet seat from Home Depot: it was the cheaper and easier way to approach a higher standard of hygiene and consequent evolution compared to the many space and plumbing challenges associated with a separate bidet commode, and far more commodious since it did not involve moving one’s tuchus from one pot to another. (Tuches, Tochas, and in the plural, Tuchii, are all transliterations, so don’t bother writing and criticizing my spelling.)
Our decision was made in November, 2019. It was the less expensive model without water heater: winter temperatures are frigid in northern Arizona at that time of year. The bidet seat’s instructions read something like, “T” the seat water line into your toilet’s cold water pipe, which I did.
Our water temperature averages about 40 to 45 degrees (Fahrenheit) during winter. At 8AM having your sphincter blasted by near freezing water...
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What Hitler (and California) Got Right and Wrong:
Eugenics and Euthanasia
by Joseph Warren, Editor
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Reading is not an end to itself, but a means to an end.
Adolf Hitler, Mein Kampf
(We’re quoting Hitler? Well, even a stopped clock...)
If more than 47% of white army enlistees were feebleminded that would make the United States, as one critic observed, ‘a nation of morons.’
Adam Cohen, Imbeciles:
Maybe so, or at least seemingly quickly becoming so. The former formal progression was Idiot, Imbecile, Moron – through to an IQ of about 80 (and less) under the Stanford-Binet test. Above that threshold – 80 – one is considered leaning toward “average” and only slightly impaired. People of average intelligence ranged (and range) from 90 to 110. We often meet people of the Moron persuasion, functioning within society to varying extents and performing tasks (currently) critical to our economy. We thank them for their help, smile, and walk away mumbling, “Jesus, what a moron.” Now, empirically, you may better understand the subtext of your comment.
The problem we have, though, is that with increasing rapidity the jobs currently fulfilled by these people are going away: disappearing into the abyss of technological advancement. Combine that with out-of-control population growth and the future looks, at the very least, bleak...
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On Reading Marquez and Saroyan
by Joseph Warren, Editor
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Earlier this month my copy of Saroyan’s The Gay and Melancholy Flux (on the recommendation of a writer-friend, Bruce Janigian, read, Persona Non Grata: End of the Great Game) arrived post from the United Kingdom. I was able to read through about the first two-thirds of it before becoming miserably mired in the profundity of Saroyan’s many commentaries on humanity then (circa 1930s), as now. I see it all around us everyday; I see the reflections of Saroyan’s words in our society as we lope along unforgiving and lost in the madness of what has become a parody of itself in a world stampeded by souls unable to inhale and yet always hoping for a continued life among the living.
“…you can’t be born again until you die, and you are afraid to die, you are afraid to live…to look and talk and speak and move…who are you anyway?” (From the story, The Drunkard.)
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