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I am back. I mean it has been almost a month since my last post. It was November 2nd, going by Blogger. It has been a November, though it ain't over yet. It has had that normal strange feel to it. Let me begin.

Since they, who ever the fuck "they" are, call them the Powers That Be or TPTB for short, decided to change when we go back to standard a couple of weeks, there is too much light when the kids are out on Halloween. I liked it nice and dark at that time. It made for a more treacherous drive or night out. It was dark and the kids were like targets. Actually, they were more like a box of chocolates, you never knew which one you would hit because you could not see them in the dark. Now, that fun has been taken away from us all.

We finally "fall back" on the first Saturday in November and suddenly I recall why November is the month of death. Those shortening days (daylight) make for a bleak sight. The sight gets more bleak when the clouds roll in and the rain begins. It is like the sun fucking set at 2 pm. Where am I, in Iqaluit?

It is because of this that I understand the highish suicide rate in Sweden (and those Ingemar Bergman films). Even with sunny, Arctic high pressure systems (and bitter cold), the winter and short bursts of sunlight make it all seem so bleak and dreary. I can understand the desire to end it all. Then again, I look at those blond Swedish hotties, so blond, so soft-skinned, and I do see a better way. It may involve getting out of bed only to eat, drink, shower and piss but while in bed, there is no bleak...just genitals rubbed raw. What a way to go, n'est ce pas?

So, yesterday, we had a bizarre warm front. Rain, dark, but unseasonably warm. It beat the hell out of rain, dark, cold and a damp that eats right through you. It was a balmy day and I enjoyed it, despite the rain.

Why am I talking about the weather? It is all that global warming. Actually, it beats thinking about those omens pointing to an apocalypse. Where does it begin....the mid-east (Iran/Israel) or the Korean peninsula? Those seem to be the only two choices. I am not sure what to bank on, except there will be no winners. The Chinese can try to sit back and let the North Koreans do their bidding....a war with the US, fought by proxies in North and South Korea (is it 1950 all over again?). Not sure, how the Chinese figure they can win? I mean, what exactly do they win? What is the end game?

They can pump up the nationalism all they want. They still have some big trouble ahead. They NEED food. The US has food and can increase supplies. Not sure how all of this gets them there. Not sure how cozying up to Iran (need the oil and gas) and North Korea (historical ally and counter balance to US interests in South Korea AND another way to embarrass Japan) furthers them in the long run (need food, etc, not nations that can force nuclear issues and war on or near their borders---do you think that Pakistan and India do not get involved if there is some nuke fun between Iran and Israel?).

I have not felt this sense of trepidation in over 25 years, at the height of the Cold War. At least, during the Cold War, mutually assured destruction kept both parties sober. Here, the threats are more asymmetrical, thus there are nations with nukes that have nothing to lose, as they have done nothing to allow their people to increase and better their standards of living and lives.

Of course, they will all blame the West and the US, except the US did not starve and profit from the misery of North Koreans (the military and ruling Kim family did that, regardless of any justification and rationalization they would provide). Yes, the US was a little more active with regard to Iran, but that does not excuse the theocracy and imams from feathering their nests at the expense of the Iranian people. As bad as the Shah may have been, and he was not good, the Ayatollahs are worse. At least, the Shah did not hide behind the cloak of spiritual purity. He was honest, if I may use that term, in that he ran the country with no pretense of "do as I say, not as I do". It was more an attitude of "I got mine, now do as I say."

As I think about it, either way is not really good. Meet the new boss (though that boss is 30 years established) same as the old boss. Power is the great corruptor. I got mine, now the rest of you fuck off and pay me alms. Man, it is good to be the king. How do I get me some of that TPTB stuff....or have I gone all conspiracy theory on my own ass?

I hate to think that there is something to all those conspiracy theories regarding the state of the world but sometimes, I just do not know. I cannot see a Cabal of insiders, like the Free Masons, running the world. I look but cannot see it. They may have access to the guns and levers of power and I still cannot see how they can get away with it. At some point, there would be disgruntled folks who would (attempt) to come clean. It would get out, there are really no secrets. Fuck, TMZ or the National Enquirer would catch them.

Now, to end this (post, not my life) but Cher is in a new movie. Yeah, Cher is back. Actually, as I think about it, maybe it is time to end my life....fuck it! Let's get rid of Cher instead. "Do you believe...."?

Ciao!

Where is the third death?

I am back. It will be brief, however. I have not come across that "third" death, yet. I know that people say these deaths come in threes but NOBODY has ever provided me with the evidence of that. Where is the evidence?

On a more synchronistic note, while tooling around the "dial" the past week or so, came across a television show that I have seen before. It is some Canadian dude looking for "stars" from television shows of his past. The first one I saw had him trying to track down Mindy Cohn from "The Facts of Life", which showed him meeting and talking to both Charlotte Rae and Chloris Leachman (she can be very disturbing).

The episode, or part thereof, that I saw, had him trying to track down.....Erin Moran, Joannie Cunningham from "Happy Days". They did show him talking to Marion Ross (her television mother) and apparently, Scott Baio refused to meet with the dude, especially on camera. Having watched the two Scott Baio reality shows where he gets married and has a baby, I am not sure why he refused. It is not as if he is really doing anything.

Anyway, the point I am trying to make is that the timing was "odd" given the recent passing of Tom Bosley, Howard Cunningham and Erin Moran's television father (not to be confused with Father Dowling, his later character who would team with the nun played by Tracy Nelson, daughter of 50s television child, Ricky Nelson--who would go onto record many a song and album, have a drug problem and die in a plane crash in and around 1985/6--freebasing at the back of the plane as I recall).

See, I mentioned a "Father" without resorting to "diddling little boys" jokes. Then again, Tracy Nelson did play a girlfriend of George Costanza from Seinfeld who looked like Jerry. It brought up the whole latent homosexuality of George in relation to Jerry. He was, presumably, fucking a girl that looked like his best friend. How odd was that?

I am not sure how I got from "A" to "B" there but the thoughts flowed so perfectly that I will not hassle the process. I must run.

Ciao!