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Maybe today’s post can be viewed as comic relief, started by Jerry Weinstock, M.D., Psychiatry, the day before yesterday, which conversation I decided to hold back for a better day than yesterday, which was about terrorism, (terrorists in Key West), which this post today of course is not 
Jerry wrote:
SLOAN: Kill the lawyers most of them
or incapacitate them-a better society I agree..
(they cripple a fair percentage of our overall economy.)
Finished what appears to be my last-edit—the developmental edit
about 5:00am—what is of interest —Changing the subject :
A well done book —WHAT THE DOG SAW -Malcolm Gladwell;
the chapter called: “million -dollar Murray” page 177 deals thoroughly
with homelessness and urban police excessive force —and some very bad behavior
by certain police , also alcoholism———-done include unusually well researched
info—-discusses it all —intelligently—-if you can’t get it, THE BOOK- I will get it for your birthday-whatever.
today is my Birthday-the age gave me a migraine—-chocolate custom cake near closing at
China Garden —Sears town—-Sable fish for supper there-richest fish in Omega -3 —- (good luck )!!!
Sloan: no topic is “anyway” as difficult as sexuality;
reproduction at the pace now-impulse to exceed the
the capacity —- of the resources of our planet —
even the GREEN REVOLUTION will be out-stripped.and is being outstripped.
sexual impulsiveness over powers all impulses -taking that issue
on is overwhelming in all respects.——creates child-death and poverty
extreme poverty———————————true-Jerry. .
(pollution will destroy the protein in the sea.-on the brink…..)
I replied:
Hi, Jerry -
Sexuality indeed is a difficult topic, its tentacles are long and reach into places not generally related to human beings having sex, and with whom, such as human beings fucking up the ocean, and the air, and the planet …
Meanwhile, that would be some thing for Kari to have a baby after some of her baby making parts were removed at her lovely husband’s request, by the lovely doctor, right after she had delivered her first and only baby - that was another kind of fucking over …
Glad to hear you are, hopefully, at the end of the editing phase of your book on how humans have fucked and continue fucking the planet, thus themselves …
Hope our publisher is rarin’ to go with getting your finished book into the hands of a good marketing team, and just as good a sales force, I can attest to the joys of not having that happen to what were said to be very good books I wrote in another life, aimed at exposing to buyers of homes and sellers, too, and lawyer’s clients, how not to get fucked over …
The last of those three books, my first books, KILL ALL THE LAWYERS? - A Client’s Guide to Hiring, Firing, Using and Suing Lawyers, killed a few clients, too; the kind of clients lawyers prefer not to have to represent; maybe the books would have leaped off the bookshelves anyway, if I had named them something like, How Not to Get Screwed by Your Realtor (or Lawyer). They are still for sale online through secondary book stores. No royalties to me. I had hoped those books would be a “golden parachute” - my retirement nest egg. Relying on that certainly would have killed at least one lawyer - me! Perhaps in the third book, I shoulda just cut to the chase, said, the best way to kill all the lawyers is for everyone to stop using lawyers. A one line book, maybe it would have been subtitled: “True Lies”.
I had hoped the most fun book I wrote, KUNDALINA, ALABAMA - A Strange Tale, a novel about a secret Pleiadean colony just south of Birmingham. A lawyer got killed in that tale, and there was a bit of sex in it, the good old fashioned kind. Like the first three books, it’s still floating around in used bookstores found online. Maybe the gigantic golden parachute I was just about positive that book would generate got caught up in a worm hole, or black hole, and funneled back to the Pleiades, where it awaits me, if I ever go back there, maybe not, been there, done that, and this planet; perhaps the unknown is a more sexy gambit for the next Sloan adventure, after Kari has her baby and we are abducted by the Starship Cat’s Cradle, which just so happens to be the title of the next Kurt Vonnegut novel I started this afternoon.
Maybe Kurt is affecting my mood and style a bit presently. Wish I had his golden parachutes. Where do you suppose he is now? Venus?
Meowsky,
Sloan
Jerry wrote:
SLOAN—we sure have fucked this magnificent planet up
your boooks sound very pragmatic-useful;
you and Kari have been really screwed.
just brought my birthday cake over to the
restaurant —must go—good wishes for a fine night -Jerry
I replied:
Based on a dream last night, the angels didn’t seem thrilled I dragged KUNDALINA out of its crypt. Maybe they wanted me to drag the later novel HEAVY WAIT: A Strange Tale out of its crypt. A far more serious novel, the angels gave me plenty of reason, when I was writing it, and just after, to think it was going to be my golden parachute. Turned out, so far, to be yet another Lucy yanking the football away from Charley Brown trick.
Kari doesn’t know yet about my becoming a full-time KOTS spend the nighter. Just a short walk from the jail.
Jerry wrote:
you both are having productive dreams —
interpretations would be fascinating;
the world has all kinds of peril these days ;
my daughter just returned from Paris with my Granddaughter and
son-in -law—what glorious pictures of the Paris Opera house-
SLOAN it was a different world then —stop the train-for me -I want to go
back -.if —-I can find the way ——be cautious ///// but enjoy life -Seize the DAY-Jerry
it all goes by fast -I know,,, Jerry
(Sloan you have talent—fate has not been too kind )
P.S.
SLOAN::—-My sister in law called from Chicago she read Terrorist in the Keys.
My schedule was so disjointed I didn’t know it until she called
I had so many Birthday calls and obligations I was tied in Knots.
and so was Donna —I swam at the college which was most complicated— MUCHO< MUCHO !!
Islam is worse than most religions -which are also NOT good.!!!
so called innocent ones are NOT innocent in my intimate experience..
as you get older life becomes more entangled and complicated;
it has certain advantages which I am trying to ascertain -if there is no
sexual drive that would simplify it enormously…—-even Will Durante (historian) agrees
with my last statement !!! all the best to YOU and KARI———-Jerry
I replied:
I’m tempted to say something irreverent, but I have heard not to tempt fate, and since I forgot how to time travel, I’ll just continue seizing what I can of each day … Isn’t there a Latin phrase for that? Carpe diem? Wasn’t that the theme of “Dead Poets Society”? Although perhaps going about it more comme un loup (Francois for stealthy, like a wolf) might cause me to live a bit longer than the present style …
P.S.
A line out of this song came to me after I sent my previous email to you …
I take my chances - YouTube
(you tube audio/video of “I take my chances”)
Lyrics:
(mary-chapin carpenter/don schlitz)
I took a walk in the rain one day on the wrong side of the tracks
i stood on the rails till i saw that train
just to see how my heart would react
now some people say that you shouldn’t tempt fate
and for them i would not disagree
but i never learned nothing from playing it safe
i say fate should not tempt me
I take my chances, i don’t mind working without a net
i take my chances, i take my chances every chance i get
I sat alone in the dark one night, tuning in by remote
i found a preacher who spoke of the light but there was brimstone in his throat
he’d show me the way according to him in return for my personal check
i flipped my channel back to cnn and i lit another cigarette
i take my chances, forgiveness doesn’t come with a debt
i take my chances, i take my chances every chance i get
I’ve crossed lines of words and wire and both have cut me deep
i’ve been frozen out and i’ve been on fire and the tears are mine to weep
now i can cry until i laugh and laugh until i cry
so cut the deck right in half, i’ll play from either side
i take my chances, i pay my dollar and i place my bet
i take my chances, i take my chances every chance i get
i take my chances, i don’t cling to remorse or regret
i take my chances, i take my chances every chance i get
i take my chances
i take my chances
Jerry wrote:
yes, absolutely—- said first by Robin Williams who seized the day
and committed suicide.—-life can be ridiculous —-Jerry
I replied:
I wonder what was chewing on Robin, that he did that?
In one of my dreams last night, Kari said she wanted to learn about the Bible. I told her to start with Genesis. I suppose time and events will explain that further.
All sorts of comedy showed up on Facebook yesterday, some select morsels, the last bite wandered into Abraham and Isaac in Genesis:
I laughed.
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Rich McKay shared The Comical Conservative‘s photo. -
Mike Mongo shared The Comical Conservative‘s photo.20 hrs ·Hey now this is my kind of headline! Underneath it can read, “His partner just stood by and watched!”
Semper Fi
Promises, promises. If they only meant it…
The Minnesota dentist who paid $55,000 to go lion hunting in Africa ends up killing the country’s most famous lion, Cecil. Now he’s hiding, facing death threats & had to close his business but says he did nothing illegal & that it was his guides’ fault. What do you think?!
sloanbashinsky@outlook.com
“Kari doesn’t know yet about my becoming a full-time KOTS spend the nighter…
…just a short walk from the jail.” SB
KOTS is a minimum security trustee get together. Bring all the dope and diseases you want or have. Sleep inches from a coughing, sore infected, disease carrying sub human that only goes there for the field party at the beginning of retiring to some crap movie while all constantly chain smoke the area into a cloud of poisonous gas.
KOTS is actually “jail time”, most of these critters are on probation, some just go there to avoid getting a trespassing, obstructing a sidewalk, loitering, battery (without violence) on a “LEO”, battery (with violence) on a “LEO”, open container, etc. for the 45+ time. A “shelter” as dictated by, well the omnipotent high in the upper crust of their holier than YOU world. Now so overrun that a good part of 1/4 of the KOTS clientele have to sleep on the ground/cement…
75% of the critters at KOTS are 6+ year veterans, they either get a payment from the government for being in the armed services, from being disabled, or even social security (age). These folks aren’t looking for a job, or they already have a well paying job. They just pay no rent compared to $1000 a month in an efficiency apartment, or buying a “boat” anchored in a safe zone?!
Christianity?
The Beautiful People, The Beautiful People
It’s all relative to the size of their steeple…
A Muslim or Christian?
…the Mullah or Pope?
a preacher or poet?
…who was it that wrote?
give any one species too much rope
and they’ll fuck it up