I apologize to the millions of readers I have out there just itching to
read my latest post. I haven’t written in a while. Been kinda busy.
But I’m back.
I had my first heart attack.
Now, for all of you jealous folks out there wishing you could have one too…I gotta tell ya that it just isn’t half as much fun as they say. Sure, you get to stay in a hospital and spend all day in a uncomfortable bed, answering a gazillion questions from every nurse that happens to pass by. Of course you get to take time off work. Then there is that sexy scar. These are all on the plus side, I agree. But on the not-so-much side, there is a considerable amount of pain, panic and reassessment of your life that, well…just isn’t much in the way of amusement at all.
If I were to choose, I don’t think I would have another. Maybe that’s just me.
But I wasn’t intending to throw a pity-party here. I’m okay. Aside from all the pills I have to take in the aftermath, I’m back on my feet and healing. Well, physically anyway. Mentally, such trauma can cause one to pause. I guess I am still paused a bit. Plenty of time to look around and see the world at more than just a glance…as I am usually wont to do. I always figured that this ride was a race. Get as far as you can as fast as possible and damn the torpedos. All that. And maybe it is. Unfortunately, as I am stuck here in the mire for a bit, nothing else stands still with me. It all goes whizzing by at a much faster pace to me, because, I guess, I am in slo-mo for a while. But that’s okay too. It provides a perspective.
The latest docu-drama in Boston is hilarious to me here stuck in the center of the merry-go-round, and I cannot believe the voracious way that the public is tuned into it. It is a bonding narrative. A fantasy that is as sick and twisted as the yiddish theater churned out by hollyweird every day…and with all the special effects, poor acting, lousy editing and a semi-happy ending that such theater can provide. The motive for this drama is obviously the same as for any theatrical piece put in a can in tinsle-town. Profit. For the director, the producer, studio bosses…and the all-important shareholders.
But you know this. It’s just that I am seeing in 3-D, Hi-def , 50fps Dolby surround sound…here in my ambulatory state. I have my silly glasses on and the story plays out on my computer screen like a really bad MST3000 flick. I am happy to provide the riffs. I am gleeful to make fun of the ‘tragedy‘ as others stare at me aghast at my lack of empathy. As if any of it really happened as they filmed it. Of course with each of these moving movies that ash-can-nazis release in their media, they get a little weirder and more, I dunno, transparent. At least to me.
I once saw the play “The Night Of January 16th“, written by Russian jewess Alisa Zinov’yevna Rosenbaum(a.k.a. Ayn Rand). As with all jewish entertainment, it was written for audience response as opposed to a true expression of the author. Its gimmick was to present a mystery that had two endings. Which ending the company performed depended entirely upon the audience. As they sat as jurors, their verdict dictated last scenes. I thought a great deal about that play this week as I watched the Boston marathon ‘bombing’ movie in the media.
You the audience were drawn into participating in this cheap–novel adaptation brought to the screen.
And you decided(within the scope of their intent)how it played out.
There are many unanswered questions in your head as you file out toward the lobby but there will be a sequel and a prequel for your amusement later on. It will all make sense once they pen and perform these for your entertainment.
But that’s as may be.
At this point I just don’t seem to have as much energy to pick apart such poorly written melodramas as I had just a few weeks ago. Thanks to my hiatus, I am enjoying watching the people in the cheap seats going “Hey…wait a minute!”, and putting two and two together to realize they have been bamboozled yet again.
My physical red-flag has given me opportunity to relax and enjoy more and more of you awakening to the cheap theatrics of yet another(soon to be announced) false flag.