A P.S.

 So I still need laxatives to poop, with that it's easy enough. 

 

Which reminds me of something. Quality of life is very important to me and after watching all the degrading debilities my crippled parents went through, especially towards the end, I've got pretty high standards for myself. By my standards I see people everyday in this building who by my standards are better off; of course that's none of my business, and I doubt anybody will last my opinion, but just for me that's how it is. For example I think I might be able to put up with not going walkies very often, but I insist on being able to get to the toilet by myself.

So anyway, I had to get out and do something, but it's clammy and wet out here, dreary very dreary, so it wasn't much. I've decided those five for $1.29 cigarillos are okay for now so I bought a pack, then I found out that apparently the markdown Halloween candy is all gone already, and then I marched my achy old ass all the way around the block. I figure that's about half a mile, maybe more. It wasn't actively raining so halfway through I took off my vinyl raincoat, sweating isn't fun.

Mentally speaking so far I seem to be handling recent events okay, okay for me anyway, but then it's just the prelude. Getting through Inauguration day is going to be an ordeal, that's also the four-year anniversary of my beloved Joey's death, so I reserved the right to get through that however I damn please. As for after that, we'll see. As I previously said, don't expect too much.

Sometime between now and then I'll get my new glasses, and I'll find out if Medicaid will pay for my hearing aids, and this Friday I'm going to see what the dental school can do about my dentition; and ordered a pair of glasses with fancy progressive lenses, which ought to be here in the next week or so, and tomorrow I'll call the audiologists' to see if thy have any news yet. For now my day to day functioning isn't very impaired. I'm even resisting going out to buy myself  an allowed pint of beer, which ain't that hard because it seems fried ripe plantain has a laxative effect, something I'll have to keep in mind.

 

All I can say is that I should be able to carry on okay if nothing bad happens to me. I don't know how much more stress I can take, and I don't want to find out.

 

I wish you all good luck. We're going to need it. 

 

 

"I Think It's Pretty"

In my latest dream, before the storm warning announcement woke me up, I was explaining to someone that I'll just have to learn to get over bad things that happen, or at least the relatively small bad things anyway. I've already spent the past two POTUS terms being slowed down or sometimes staggered by what they call current events, not to mention the innumerable annoyances that went on in my so-called private life, and I'm still here to remind y'all that 'you had been warned'; it might be fun to stick around long enough to remind you that 'you can't blame me for this one either' till I'm sure you've really had enough. Maybe I'll try to refrain from suggesting things you might try to improve the situation or just aid in coping, fools never listen to good advice either. (Hi Jonah Earl Thomas!) And it might be beneficial to me to ease up on the 'doomscrolling', I did enough of that during the first Trump pandemic.

And I have decided that it's okay to have an occasional dose of ethanol from time to time, but I'll keep taking the naltrexonel--the original dose that didn't stop my bowels completely--because the original motive for drying out was lack of sufficient funds, which after the end of this year will be rectified, and because there were a few things that needed doing, which have been getting done: the credit bills are getting paid off, and I have just one more appointment scheduled, a dental visit this Friday, and then this year's To Do list should be over. It would've been finished earlier if I'd known that this state's "satanic socialist" governor had indeed ordered that Medicaid pay for hearing aids, glasses, and more dental work than was previously covered; of course that can't last very long, so I'm going to try to hold on to some savings and to keep my credit bills down and my credit score up.

My decades-long reliance on SSRI, bupropion, and caffeine should keep being enough to get me through most days, and the added naltrexone should help keep my weight down and render booze optional instead of a daily must-have (and even during the 2000 lockdown I wasn't starting the day off with a drink). Unless something happens that really knocks me down, simply continuing to have a mundane existence won't be an insuperable problem. For as long as I can say motivated anyway: the past few years of aging has been wearing and wearying, and there've been no lack of opportunities to just give up already.

I've proven to be resilient enough to carry on so far; it's maintaining motivation that's been the main problem. That requires both a goal to strive toward, getting assistance when needed, and a few rewards along the way. And the list of things I had been doing, of resources I'd been counting on, has been steadily diminishing along with my energy (there is a correlation anyhow), and I can tell you that running on bitter spite and noxious fumes hasn't been much fun for the past decade or so. It ain't been easy, and I can't see that improving.

So if anybody out there has some investment in my person or feels a need to offer me something you're welcome to let me know. And episodes of mutual commiseration might be a good idea as well, and there might be some assistance I can render you if need be. (It can be fun to be helpful, and I do have a conscience to assuage.) But I must warn you that if your problems are worse than mine and/or your are resources fewer you'd do better to turn to someone else. I'm depleted enough already, already it's gotten difficult to maintain those contacts that had been established. (In fact most days it's all I can do to be around people for an elevator ride.) I've always had trouble keeping up my end of things, there are probably several people reading this who can attest to that, and it's not like 61 years of weathering have done me a lot of good.

But. However. As I rarely tire of demonstrating, I am by nature a self-absorbed semi-solipsist with chronic depression (leavened by fits of unjustified elation and a tendency toward useless paranoia), and being "realistic" is complicated by my on-going bad attitude. If you can't handle my "negativity" you'd best fuck right off. Nor will I venture any promises to keep carrying on, not for my own sake much less for any of yours, unless my situation unaccountably improves. Or unless somebody needs me more than I need them, which has been so rare an experience that I might no recognize it if it plops down right in front of me. (And even my lordly dog lived with somebody else who could afford to do right by him in that way, another debt I've had to carry.) So I will continue to do the best I feel up to, given whatever givens I'm up to overcoming.

All I'm saying is if you want something from me it better be good. I can't be bothered very much, and there are often days when I won't bother at all. And, as has happened in the past, if I'm ever all you've got you're in very bad shape -- so maybe you should just quit. My usual condition ain't been much fun to be in, so being more pathetic than me maybe ought to be illegal.

Until further notice I shall be accepting suggestions for good things you might offer me and/or good things we might do together. Of course I can't promise to take anybody up on anything, but there must be things I'll do well to consider. But you'll have to go first: in my current position suggesting or requesting anything would feel too much like crawling, and I did way too much of that before turning 30 in 1993. Surviving on spite requires a good deal of pride, and if you take into consideration all the things I won't suffer and can't be bothered to do you'll realize what a proud son of a bitch I really am, in my own special way. I've had to be. That has been obvious for quite some time, though few of you are able to see it.

Y'all who might need to have heard all this will do well to keep it in mind. You can't expect me to keep repeating myself for much longer. And even I get tired of putting up with my shit.

I'll post a link to a blog entry containing this so you'll have an easy time saving it for future reference.

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 Why I Support The Death Penalty

Davy

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The following quotes are from Wil Wheaton's "The real war on Christmas"
essay on Salon.com on Dec 22, 2005, quoting respectively Wil's father
and Wil:

"They get satellite television, and weights, and free meals, and
jobs, and a library ..."

"And raped, and beaten by guards, and sold as slaves by prison
gangs," I said."

Think about that: any self-respecting person would think that's worse
than death.

This, besides that they're stupid enough to commit what are usually
stupid crimes and stupid enough to get caught, is why I have no respect
for the average convict: because they don't have whatever it takes to
put themselves out of their misery (and ours). No, they'd rather suffer
behind bars, with the only recompense being making other people behind
bars suffer too. So why is Society spending so much money, time and
effort on these people? Put them down, I say.

Note that I'm aware that innocent people get convicted, that the
penalties are exaggerated (prison over a couple of joints is unjust),
and that a lot of them have their charges "upgraded" by political DAs
aiming for higher office (having two joints in a baggie does not mean
you plan on selling either of them); the point is that even somebody
who's been framed should know better than to put up with prison time. I
don't have much respect for non-criminals who choose to suffer like
that either. If they're guilty it's punishment, if not it's euthanasia,
and in either case it's better for all concerned.

Wise up: in the present-day U.S.A., as everywhere else on the planet,
life is cheap. There would be much less war if it wasn't, much less
cancer and much less stupidity; nobody's life is worth a plug nickel,
not even mine. Anybody who thinks otherwise is an idiot duped by
bullshit propaganda.

So why do we have prisons? So that people "on the outside" can enjoy
sadistic fantasies about the horrors that its outcasts undergo and so
that really marginal types can get jobs inside them -- especially as
guards who can give free reign to their own criminal sadism. Most
people don't think cons can really be rehabilitated, that prisons are
for punishment, but they don't think further to learn why they're so
willing to pay so much for these fine penal establishments. Think about
this too: you pay for food because it tastes good, you pay for booze
because it makes you feel good, you pay for gas to run your cars... So
why do you let so much of your tax money go to the penal system? Why
else but to make these stupid cons suffer. (You sadistic bastards.)

Death, whether as penalty or reward, is preferable to prison. So I
suggest that the death penalty should not only be kept, it should be
expanded to cover a whole host of non-fatal felonies as well: any crime
that merits more than say 2 years in the slammer should result in a
sure, quick and painless death.

Okay, perhaps there should be an alternative to prison or death: I
propose penal battalions in our United States Armed Forces. Instead of
taking our their violent stupidity on normal citizens or fellow cons,
if insist on being too soft-headed and/or too sadistic to go for simple
execution, let the criminal types have their jollies at the expense of
non-Americans our Government has designated The Enemy. The government
can always find some foreigners to "liberate."

In any case, face it: it's so easy to get wise to you that even I can
do it. You might give facing up to yourselves a try too.

Ya got all that?

***HUGS***

Davy

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Lately I've been preoccupied with the realization that I've never had a
single close friend, that it may well be that nobody has ever felt any
deep and abiding affection for me. And that this might well be my fault.

Or perhaps "fault" is not quite the word for it; perhaps I should say
that this fact of friendlessness is due to some fact or facts about me,
that perhaps I'm simply not the kind of person who has friends. That if
it's a skill I'm unable to learn it, if it's a talent I don't possess
it.

It could even be that it's the rest of the people I've been surrounded
by for 40-odd years who are responsible, that I'm alone on a planet of
people who are unable or unwilling to appreciate my "special" qualities.
(This won't be a very popular idea.)

Regardless of responsibility, the facts are that I am alone now and that
I have always been alone. The available evidence indicates also that
this condition is now permanent. If there ever was a time when having at
least one close friend was possible that opportunity will not recur;
however interested I might become in a person it will again come to
nothing. No one is likely to want to be my friend, or at least likely
enough to tolerate or disregard whatever deficiency or disability causes
this condition. The distance is unbridgeable: I am cut off.

This idea is not new, merely the acceptance of it. Years ago and for
many years I railed against this fact, refusing to recognize it as
irrefutable and seeking to escape it. As one might expect if we are
truly a social species naturally inclined to be sociable together.
Assuming of course that I truly am the same species as those who are not
my friends: subjectively it has always seemed that that is not the case,
that I am a species sui generis. Perhaps I'm a mutant, a "sport," a "bad
seed." Or perhaps my space ship crashed and left me stranded here, or
maybe I've blundered over from an alternate universe that I'm unable to
get home to.

Certainly it's always felt that way, ever since I can remember: any hope
I've ever had of not being all alone here had more to do with finding
another such mutant or mutants with whom I might bond reciprocally and
mutually, not that I would ever prove to be a "regular, normal" person.
It did not take me long to learn that one should not strive to surmount
the realm of natural fact, that it's simply not possible for a pig to
fly. (However worthy of flight the pig might be.)

What's changed lately, besides that this knowledge has finally sunk in,
is the realization that however this isolation has felt at times it has
always been possible: however hard to bear it was I have borne it
nevertheless. Regardless of how others might perceive me I have my
persistence to be proud of. I gather that this quality or achievement is
not at all common, that most of those who might read this cannot or will
not say that: you would have been unable or unwilling to endure such a
condition for over 40 years, you would have crumpled and crumbled long
before. You would be reduced to self-abnegation or self-destruction, or
worse, gibbering idiocy.

But I remain. I, I, I am a rara avis. Hear me type: I think it's pretty.

 [The bastards want to poweder me. What I'm thinking of sending them goes like this.]

First of all, SSI pays me $914 a month because I'm disabled; that's my only source of income. The utilities here run me about $150-200, and of course I need basic incidentals like cleaning supplies, laundry, hearing aid batteries, bus fare to medical appointments, etc. I simply can't afford a rent increase of $175 a month. The most I could squeeze out is $600, and that would hurt. 

Secondly, I've been looking for other places in case you did this, and I don't make three times the rent. In 2012 the manager at the time accepted my SSI and the fact that I'd been paying rent on a place on High Street as evidence I could pay the rent here, which I've done without fail. But repeating that act of kindness in today's rental market is well nigh impossible, as I'm sure you know.

I've been looking into subsidized housing for Disabled people, and I'm on the waiting list for two places. There are quite a few people ahead of me,  they tell me to figure at least a year. In two years I'll be 62, old enough to qualify as Senior too, which will increase my options with other buildings and improve my odds where they've let me apply to get on the waiting list. I've been hoping to hold on that long. 

I'm a sick disabled old man with nowhere else to go, and you've given me the choice of paying a $175 increase and being penniless after that, or being homeless at my age in my condition. That is, simply put, you've told me I must suffer penury here or die in an alley. Is that really what you mean to do?  

And furthermore it seems you want an additional $250 security deposit in addition to the $250 I've had on record since 2012. Is that even legal?  The $650 rent and additional $250 security deposit would leave me with $14 of the check for August, unable to pay my utilities.  

Again, I'm 60 years old: my Daddy died in 1994 and my Mommy in 2017, so I can't go squealing "home." It's here or nowhere. 

And furthermore it seems you want an additional $250 security deposit in addition to the $250 I've had on record since 2012. Is that even legal?  The $650 rent and additional $250 security deposit would leave me with $14 of the check for August, unable to pay my utilities.  

Again, I'm 60 years old: my Daddy died in 1994 and my Mommy in 2017, so I can't go squealing "home." Nor do I have anyone else. It's here or nowhere. 

What I can afford, barely, is $600 a month. An increase of $125, or a mere $50 less than you ask. Would doing without $50 a month hurt you nearly as much as surrendering it to you would hurt me? Do you mean to totally destroy me? What have I done to you? 

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                                      How To Get Rid Of Me, Et Cetera


Do y'all know that all you'd have to do to make like likes of me well-nigh impossible is totally destroy American society? Anarchy, or at least the chaos that's the contemporary substitute, would put paid to most anarchists, especially anarcho-communists like me. It's fundamentally unjust, but then so many people are misinformed about what the terms anarchism, communism, and anarcho-communist mean. You can't even be trusted to know what the psychiatric diagnosis 'pedophile' means.

All things being equal, your life always will: I don't hate humanity enough to go by 'better dead than undavided'. Which is pretty much how most of y'all seem to act anyway, as if you have a much more stringent and unfair idea of what 'human being' means. Some of you talk a liberal game but then your tactics include forcing the government (or the corporation) to shut somebody up. Sometimes even when you agree with the dissident you're angry at him for spilling the beans. You are 'a citizen with equal rights'; I am 'working for the enemy, who is out to destroy even decency itself'. You get free speech, while I ought to be deplatformed and nazi-punched. Because free speech is the prerogative of the master class alone.

And it's becoming as easy to be declassed as it is to become unemployed, the Owners can purge themselves on an ad hoc but ongoing basis. So it's possible for one born of privilege to come to appreciate or even share my opinions or positions (even sometimes physical or social ones). It's just not frequent, or even predictable or decipherable, enough to really figure in. Those who seem like delinquents, accomplices, colleagues, or co-conspirators, usually turn out to be agents provocateurs. Or worse, totally insane.

And just as there are practically no 14 year old girls on the Internet who simply must have some geriatric dick, my chances of meeting anyone who might regard themselves as leftist revolutionaries are so slim that whether they also might accord the same label to me would matter no more than half the time. Again, by a coin flip. 50% of the time. Sometimes more, when I'm not exemplifying Major Depression. And again, by default I've come to decide that you're worth more than a coin flip, at least in theory, so you could say I'm overpaying for what I'm trying to buy from you.

We'd only need to admit in common that we can't hold people accountable for becoming cartoonish stereotypes. That what your computer games are all about. Those are a way to spread cartoony thinking among 'creative types'. For example they think that using the term 'politically [in]correct' automatically makes you a nazi, so they punch you because of your incorrect politics. They think that heretics must die. The general public has always been as fractious as Trotskyites.

True, what y'all have done has been in the interests of certain billionaires, who own things like Facebook. When you disagree with something I say you insist FB shut me up and get rid of me. That is, you act like totalitarians enforcing conformity. But it feels so damn good to say "look, I made a billionaire hurt somebody for me," doesn't it.

 

That is most of y'all aren't interested in freedom or any particular principle: you just want to imagine yourselves getting scratched behind your ears. You are a good boy, aren't you. So if anybody who's anybody should ever notice you, naturally they'd want to acknowledge your subordination. Or so you hope.

I think that's backwards. I would much rather that anybody who beheld me give me at least a 50% chance of not being hassled. In other words, I'm aiming for the same kind of dignity that 'Negroes' formerly received from 'decent (white) people'. And I must ask it of those who would formerly have been called Negroes when I was born. That's because not only am I non-human (or subhuman, to the narcissists), I ain't even white.

 

The contrast between public opinion in the SF Bay Area and either big city in Kentucky, especially figuring in what the publics have been told to think they're doing, is vast in some ways, but in either case involves American 'human beings'. You're the Tweedle Twins. Left-wing fascists vs. right-wing fascists. There's not a mango's chances in my kitchen that any of you are actually democratic, egalitarian, or anarchist, according to what the latter three terms mean. Which you're at least 50% as likely to claim you are those things but I am not. Of course I'm not human, you disagree with me. How bloody Progressive you are.

 

To you definitions come from the barrel of a gun. Because unless you're very careful somebody might abuse you back. You'd best nip that in the bud, with the help of the police. Or the legal system, in more abstracted cases. Like I said, with y'all it's all 'heretics must die!' and 'Crucify him! Crucify him!' Because in New Testament terms you are 'the Jews'. And let me tell you honey there is no shortage of Jesuses, whatever anybody might call them. (I'd rather say 'I am Spartacus!' myself, but then I'm weird -- i.e. a communist with anarchist principles.)

 

By the way, he difference between my thoughts and what anarchism is supposed to entail differ by a provisional transition of say five generations. And my grasp of human nature is as good as yours, except that I figure in trivial details like facts and history and attempt to be rational. Chances are better than even that most normal people act as if we're in some video game, or in a movie made from one. This is because that's always been the default mentality for civilized sheep, as in '3-tit Eunice must have gone to The Island'.  

n order to break that habit we'll have to train people to not feel TV is necessary for life. Unlike today, where 's/he don't even have a TV!' is all you'd ever need to know about that person. As if you'll die without a screen. That shows you what other people want you to look at. How cool is that? You don't even have to think about thinking for yourself. There's always some public, corporate, or media figure to tell you what you think.

While for me this Alex Jones guy is too mundane, and too obviously in league with The System. If there really are lizard people he might be one. It's worth flipping a coin over anyway. That if you think he's way Out There and you're not, that shows how narrow is your perspective and how weak is your brain.

By the way, your games make you weak in body and brain. You'd do better to smoke opium, hoping that the Brit While this Alex Jones guy is too mundane for me, and too obviously in league with The System. If there really are lizard people he might be one. It's worth flipping a coin over anyway. That if you think he's way Out There and you're not, that shows how narrow is your perspective and how weak is your brain.s soon force our country to legalize it. If you're not humongous with a bad skin condition and type 2 diabetes you must not be very good gamer. Yet look how even impure heroin helps keep your weight down and forces you to engage with the outside world. If that's what it takes for you to fellate me, whether or not you'd want to see me lynched, of course you should try it. At least junkies look human. And they're more likely to tell you who's got what, who's doing what to who, and how things really are out here than your average gamer is. Because they're more likely to know, or even know how to know.

Then again, they tell me gamer chicks are hot. Because of their impaired grasp of reality and their obligatory obligingness it's easier for them to put out. Which might be what people thought of me back in the '70s, by the way: hippie boys are easy. Well, I was, anyway. And I had no trouble moving among 'hippie types' in those days. Or 'nonconformists' any way. One of the last boys I had a crush on was another 19 year old who'd worked his way up to Assistant Manager at his McDonald's and believed every word any 'Objectivist' said.  

But this boy said he wasn't really gay, he just knew how to get along with gay people and had nothing against us, and that the guy who was letting him crash behind the shelves in his little personal library wasn't really his uncle. But that he did pay rent, but not so much that he couldn't save up to move out. But yeah he said he had sex with the guy in the past, and of course things just didn't work between them, but the guy figured he wasn't hurting himself by letting the kid stay there.

But this boy said he wasn't really gay, he just knew how to get along with gay people and had nothing against us, and that the guy who was letting him crash behind the shelves in his little personal library wasn't really his uncle. But that he did pay rent, but not so much that he couldn't save up to move out. But yeah he said he had sex with the guy in the past, and of course things just didn't work between them, but the guy figured he wasn't hurting himself by letting the kid stay there.

Which put paid to my hopes of reciprocal fellatio, at least with him, but it made it easier to appreciate his position. That's what sharing someone's condition is supposed to do, isn't it? 'Mostly it's just that he doesn't object to me'. Isn't that what America is all about? Objectively speaking, I mean. 

 

Toward A Manifesto

The goal obviously is for the rich men to enserf if not enslave the poor, to get rid of the men who question you, to drive the women before so you can take separate the Wives from the Whores, and for the young to be suitably programmed. Poor women don't scare rich men so much, they just want a place to keep the ones somebody wants to keep track of. The lower down the scale she is the easier she is to give away, rent, or sell. Western civilization has been run this way since the Assyrians at least.

As for the role and power of women in society, a lot depends on whose women or at least which women. Women who can somehow get away with defying Patriarchy must have something they can do better than most people, or they'd simply be gotten rid of. So a man who wants to move up in the world will try to link up with a "co-conspirator," and those men who think they've risen far enough above already just want breeders and whores. And maybe governesses, when the women come from gentry that's fallen on hard times but who are smart emough to teach the children how to be obedient and to be worth trading away.

As to which sex rules society, or whether they share it between them, you can't be sure you can tell. Remember that however they conceive of any such thing from their own point of view, which is to say from their position of power. What you hear and see around you depends on what they want you to think, feel, believe, and do. Which might not have anything to do with how society is run and by whom. I hesitate to say that the particular ways of the Classes have nothing to do with what you're supposed to think is going on, because for example novelists have a lot of trouble leaving out autobiographical material. Or what they want you to think is autobiography anyway.

The plainest fact, from watching the public sphere as the Masses experience it, is that they want us all to be very confused. To be confused in a particular way, or to whatever be generally confused to whatever degree they intend. If you're too confused, too stupid, or too broken to be useful, they'll find a way to get rid of you, get you to get rid of yourself, or perhaps to get various groups to get rid of one another.

There's nothing in our social experience that's not manipulation. For the very powerful it's all a game they play together; what we get is whatever crumbs they let go of. They think of us as cattle, as house pets, as pieces to be moved about, or as prey for their little human hunts. Part of Prohibition's usefulness was as a way to come to grips with the Mafia from Sicily or their closest cousins from the Italian mainland. Sometimes they'd even done business with the Jews, a tradition that goes back perhaps to Pompey's little con game. Prohibition was also way to give the Irish a way to prove themselves worthy of becoming employed.

And Prohibition generated a lot of monetary circulation: you can't really be sure that the "authorities" were not milking Those People for all they could get, but framing it as a crusade against the Papists. Represented mostly by Italians. Who were at least from a civilized society, except that those Italians Italy could easily do without were huddled en masse and shipped here. "Oh boy, that didn't turn out so well."

Take the Jews, for example.

As it was with the European Jews at around the same time: many of those who'd come here wanted to do something for the Tribe. Even for those superstition Hasidim, who nevertheless circumcise their sons. everybody's connections abroad could be part of a business network. And some among the Jews that were already here, or who had family and business with them, wanted to buy in to the Corporation. Those who got holocausted were those the "western," "civilized" Jews had left to their fates. Conspicuous among them were the various Hasidic sects left behind, which was most of them.

Of course America had a clique or two of powerful Jews, whether they "practiced the religion" at all or not. Which is to say, those Jews who had a lot of power primarily over other Jews would be the ones to treat with the Gentiles. The Sanhedrin, as Napoleon wanted to call it. And of course power involves money: those Jews who got rich from international commerce wanted to take in only those who were presently pertinent, while those who got rich from their congregations wanted to take only those who were more religious and easier to control. And, naturally, those were closer to the main trade routes of the day, and involved in or at least affected by whatever was going on there that meant the most to those here. You might say it was a contest between the businessmen and the Levites. It would appear that the Levites were too weak to save their Eastern European co-religionists. Or it could be that they simply didn't need those who were left behind.

As for the German and French Jews, and sometimes Italian ones, they were at least civilized people, wise and/or rich. Those were the most resourceful were the most useful: of course you'd get Einstein and Wittgenstein out alive. It buttressed that cliques' claim to be smarter than most people in ways that were especially useful. First you get out some physicists, then you set up physics laboratories. By getting rid of their academic Jews they deprived themselves of nuclear fission. Which is why antisemitism, or race prejudice, or other overly broad personification of The Other is counterproductive and stupid. You sort through them, the same as with anybody else.

As for the uncivilized Easterners perpetuating the 14th century, well... That's too bad for them. They were basically too hard to get to when these trade networks were growing. Damn the Russians, they ruined "Polish-Lithuanian" Jewry. A couple hundred years of bigoted persecution can do that to anybody. The Nazis finished off the Tsardom's job, pretty much. If that regime had refused to let "civilized" Jews interact with them that would not have happened. But Imperial Russia's trade routes were mostly internal and secondly "oriental," so the trade involving Jews in Mother Russia was mostly external. It was they who traded the tea and learned the local languages. Whether they meant to or not, the most useful commercial contacts for the expending Russian power were with the Jews of those land they took over or planned to. Hitler's jewcatchers never reached Bukhara: it took Jerusalem's jewcatchers to reel them in to use them.

And those Russian Jews who survived WW2 were those who'd been integrated into Tsarist society the longest, as America's fourth- or fifth-generation Jews are here. It was the Russian invaders into Muslim lands who forged ties with the local Jews: those Jews who were Russian were too far away from the front. They were used instead to liason with those Russian nobility who could read and write and to perform clerical functions the illiterate peasants simply couldn't. Those illiterate Russian peasants who were in close contact with the Asian Muslim world were too busy killing the Muslims to have much to do with local Jews; that would be up to the Russian elite that monopolized high military commissions and civil offices, those whose famlies were of account. By then the Jews of Russia were functionally integrated into society, but Jews elsewhere were of limited utility. Those Jews who were still in the shtetels the Bosheviks had to give up had been given up on.The civilized West had no way to reach them in SS-ruled territory.

These days, when an American Jew deals with anything Israeli s/he might be most loyal to Zion; yet when an American Jew does business with the Japanese, the Turks, or the Germans, they're first and foremost *American* Jews. Israel's a small country: only those they can make useful room for will get actively recruited.

But again, we can't be sure that this is what's going on at the upper levels. For all I know the USA is being run in the interests of the Russian mafia and/or oligarchy (if there ever really was much difference). Until the Civil War the USA was ruled in the interest of the South, that provided the agricultural cash crops that were traded overseas. It wasn't till the industrial North had maneuvered itself into security that it dared interfere in inter-zone relations.  (The preceding circles of commercial gentry provided bankers, governesses, and politicians.) Cutting out the middlemen was the purpose of the Civil War, 160 years ago. How that ultimately worked out, and at whose expense, you can go by the condition of urban Blacks and poor Whites in the "flyover." (Are there poor whites on Long Island, or only poor relations?) While the Southern rich are once again in charge of their part of the country and must be at least consulted on major decisions: that is to say the opposite of their position in the days of Henry Calhoun. They were beaten, those Cavaliers, and forced to be useful to the Northern bourgeoisie. And non-elite Blacks and less useful Whites were "suddenly" not important anymore. Till the next big war came on.

But these days, well, which elite clique wants to take the blame for President Cheeto? Don't blame the American Jews, or at least the ones we're told about: they're not that stupid. Instead, it looks like the Putinists are getting the credit for our current situation. And my hunch is there are very few American Jews willing to bend over for the new Tsar. Now American Jews are even less likely to join the Republican Party. How did Americans wind up with him as President? The Millenials might find out before they retire. Or it might wait for a future ancient historian to unearth.

But again, what we see on TV does not have to have anything to do with what's going on in the lives of those who can afford to really matter. For all I know the real world rulers really are reptilians; they might as well be for all the real difference it would make to me.

And this is the sense I've been able to make of contemporary life. But then I'm weird. Or so they tell us.