My last dream before dawn this morning was a voice talking about dwarfs and the need to stop making more dwarf children.
Waking, I took the dream to be about dwarf thinking, outlook and behavior – it needs to end, for humanity’s sake.
I took the dream to mean I should not publish today a long email back and forth yesterday with a gun lover living in Key West, who, despite his giant intellect, is convinced guns had nothing to do with the Orlando massacre.
I took the dream to mean fertile people living where Zika is a threat should use birth control regardless of what the Pope, or anyone else, says; and abortions should be freely given to pregnant mothers infected with Zika, whether or not they want an abortion – the shrunken head threat to the unborn child trumps everything else, including genetically modified mosquitoes, the release of which in Brazil was followed by a spike in dengue fever and Zika infections.
Moving laterally …
Last night, I kept waking up, hearing the rain, feeling badly for Kari and other homeless people in Key West, who sleep outside nights, instead of in the city’s homeless shelter. Kari is banned for life from the shelter, because of her mouth. So she can’t go there even on rainy nights. Other homeless people are banned for life, too. Even other homeless people do not use the shelter, because they cannot stand being in crowds; they do not like being around other people in close quarters; they do not like the curfew, or the rules; they fear for their medical safety; they fear their belongings will be stolen; they fear being beaten up; if they are women, they fear being hit on by homeless men in the shelter, including the man who runs it, Mike Tolbert.
Kari told me a few weeks ago of a dream she’d had of Mike and Patti Jo. They were really ugly, withered up, due to the way they lived. I said, yes, that’s part of the dream’s message. The other part is, if you return to your old drinking habit, you will end up looking like Mike and Patti Jo in your dream. Kari said it was her dream and it was not about her. I said yes it was about her. No it wasn’t. Yes it was. It was about her, and about Mike and Patti Jo.
In yesterday’s really strange things are happening, and maybe it ain’t nuttin’ to do with phases of the moon, and maybe it is – Key West, Florida Keys, America post at this website, I passed along two different reports from Kari of her being harassed for loitering (being homeless) by what I could have said are dwarf-thinking Key West police officers. Last night, Kari called me and reported two later incidents yesterday, when she was harassed by Key West police officers for sitting on curbs, bothering nobody but the no sitting on curbs god.
This morning before dawn, Kari called and reported a very different experience with two KW police officers, who had driven their cruisers into a covered place where she had taken refuge last night to get out of the rain and was listening to her transistor radio. The two officers saw Kari and said nothing to her, and conversed between themselves. Live and let live. We are all created equal members of Key West’s One Human Family (Key West’s official philosophy, formerly adopted some years ago by the city commission).
Kari said she had heard a brief comment from a radio announcer of a new movie, in which the first human on Mars is sent back to Earth. The man being sent back to earth caused her to think of me.
I said that reminds of Robert Heinlein’s novel, in which a young Mars colony human male, trained and adapted (genetically, sort of, but not exactly) by native three-legged Martians, is deported back to Earth, along with all human colonists – the Martians finally had enough and expelled humanity from Mars. The young adapted human is sent to Earth to spy on Earthlings for the Martians – he somehow was rigged by the Martians, so they can use him like a TV, and see and hear through him what what he sees and hears on Earth.
The adapted human tells his close friends (disciples, he is kinda like Jesus) the very advanced, zero technology Martians are taking their time deciding whether to go into conclave and use their substantial collective psychic power to blow up Earth and destroy humanity, before it becomes a lethal threat to the Martians. In the distant past, there was a planet on the other side of Mars toward Jupiter, which was inhabited by an intelligent native race who eventually became a threat to the Martians. After much pondering, centuries, the Martians went into conclave and focused their substantial collective psychic power on that planet and blew it up and destroyed that species. The aftermath is the asteroid belt between Mars and Jupiter.
The adapted Earthling tells his close disciples that humanity perhaps will develop, get bigger, smarter, and be able to counter what the Martians are moving toward to doing to Earth and Earthlings. He also tells his followers that he will be killed by Earthlings, who cannot grok him, and he is killed by them.
Oh, the adapted Earthling settled in Arkansas. In the church he started, when the collection plate is passed, it is full of money, and the congregation is told, “Take what you need, give what you can.”
Probably not by any kind of accident, Sancho Panza, a Big Apple resident, already had emailed me yesterday:
“Prior to capitalism, the way people amassed great wealth was by looting, plundering and enslaving their fellow man. Capitalism made it possible to become wealthy by ‘serving’ your fellow man.” – Walter E. Williams
A true lover of wisdom has hands too busy to hold on to anything! He learns by doing and every pebble in the path becomes her teacher! Oink
Everything is a double edge sword, is it not? Seems to me(if we don’t blow it all up) that eventually, technology/automation will replace “labor”, so that everybody will have to be given stipend wages… some type of baseline living “credit” to keep the economy moving alone… not sure what people will do with all the extra “free” time… write blogs, maybe?
Maybe, the AI species we created to replace us lets us use computers, the internet, etc. :-). In any event, we can all get drunk or high on this or that favored chemical; have sex orgies if any one will have us; run out into the traffic and bark at and try to bite tires of passing cars; play cowboys and Indians (or aliens) with our fully operational charged lasers; gather in a circle, hold hands, close our eyes, and chant, “What the fuck? What the fuck?”; run for virtual public office on the Trump ticket – so many opportunities, so little time …
Just in case I use this blabber in a post, say, tomorrow, there might be youngsters who never even watched “The Twilight Zone,” or know something looking sort of that nice humanish ET fellow came with others like himself in a spacecraft to earth, and gave earthlings wonderful medicines that cured all of their diseases, and wonderful agricultural compounds that ended world hunger, and humanity got all fattened up and were offered free rides back to the alien planet, only, on entering the space craft (forever), learning they had been raised like cattle to feed the aliens, whose propaganda book, as I recall, given to the humans to sway them to accept the aliens and their wondrous gifts with open arms, was named, ahem, “To Serve Humans”. Where’s that little laughing demon you love so much, when I need him?
How’s that old old Puerto Rican saying… “Dios los cría y el Diablo los junta”… You and Lady K…
Moving laterally …
bigpinekey.com’s “tame” Coconut Telegraph blog now is published a couple of times a week. Back in the day, though, it was a daily, often wild and wooly affair, because its publisher, “Deer Ed”, loved reader comments that stirred the pot, aggravated people. He encouraged it, by letting comments be anonymous.
A posse of anonymous Sloan haters formed on the Coconut Telegraph, and I gave them grief for hiding behind fake names, or no names, and I gave Deer Ed grief for encouraging them to be cowards, by not requiring them to put their names on their attacks, not just of me, but of anyone they lit into on the Coconut Telegraph. I kept telling Ed he was teaching children in the Florida Keys to be cowards.
Finally, I stopped paying Ed a quarterly fee to provide on the Coconut Telegraph daily teasers with links to my daily posts at my own websites, which Deer Ed had built for me, then had showed me how to use them. The Sloan hater posse did not move over to my websites, to attack me, but were content I no longer was on the Coconut Telegraph daily.
A posse, perhaps not the same people, also went after a very politically conservative columnist known as From the Right (FTR), who was paying Deer Ed the same fee I had paid, to be aired daily on the Coconut Telegraph. Finally, Deer Ed stopped featuring FTR’s dailies on the Coconut Telegraph, and provided a link to a secondary page Ed had set up for FTR’s columns and FTR fans and haters.
Comments from recent Coconut Telegraph’s, on Deer Ed’s mood swing, Ed doctored that photo of yours truly:
*After reading the CT and trying to understand the logic of some of the posters rants, it occurred to me that Ed modifies everything to suit his sheepish spin. The old Ed used to be quite hip on topics until the shift change. What really happened, did some pacifistic sheep or a blonde, bimbo, bible-belter take over the helm? Are there any other blogs with balls left in the Keys? (Ed: Don’t you mean any other blog that spews hate and lies? That’s what you want, right?)
*[“Are there any other blogs with balls left in the Keys? (Ed: Don’t you mean any other blog that spews hate and lies? That’s what you want, right)”] Ed used to re-word things, I even gave him grief for it, but he’s doing fine now. Leave him alone. Start your own website. Now, that would be interesting.
Not only did Ed “used” to reword things, he denied he did it, or he said he did it because what had been submitted made no sense, so he changed it to make sense, even though the authors complained it changed the meaning of what they had submitted to Deer Ed to publish. One of those authors was me. It got so anything I sent to Ed to publish on the Coconut Telegraph, I expected he would modify and change its meaning. I don’t have to deal with that at my website, nor do people who send me comments. If I use what they send me, I do not change it.
Even so, there actually is still a good bit of heat in some comments on the “reborn” Coconut Telegraph, but not nearly the heat of old. There is plenty of heat in goodmorningkeywest.com’s daily posts, for anyone who wants heat, whether only to read, or to sling. However, I tend to sling back and to publish names, and sometimes even email addresses, of heat slingers, so as not to encourage cowardism.
Moving to the F.B.I’s reborn public relations response to the Orlando massacre that happened right under the F.B.I’s nose, some of this syndicated article below is in today’s Key West Citizen (keysnews.c0m):
Comey’s refusal to name gunman marks change in terror talk