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As most folks, who’ve ever Googled their own websites, can likely attest, there really is that sudden rush associated with getting a glimpse at one’s name / website name gleaming in the virtual sunlight.

And that surge can morph / escalate to joyousness whenever everything goes beyond the perfunctory, one entry acknowledgment of one’s mere online existence.

Granted… long sigh… in all likelihood… AI has been calling all the shots.

Nevertheless, one can still entertain the old school notion that, instead, at least one set of human eyes has been pouring over one’s blogs on a regular basis; liking what (s)he is reading; so much so, that (s)he’ll opt to specifically link to at least one of your posts.

Case in point, mere moments ago, I discovered a grand total of 8 Links!

Well, at least “someone” is enjoying the view; i.e., my prevailing op-ed, prose and poetry POV; even if this is “only” being seen thru the eyes of AI

Naturally, in the event that an actual human being has / actual human beings have been going the extra mile / kilometer to promote my work, at this juncture, I’d like to amend my above headline; to wholeheartedly acknowledge YOUR existence by expressing, to YOU, my undying gratitude!

Those 8 Links really did make my day!

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It’s ALL UnSustainable! (Parable)

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Once upon a time, in the Land of Opportunity, there lived Arthur Artisan, a post-global-apocalypse-era job hunter, consumed by both anxiousness and exhilaration. While, for him, such seemingly at-odds emotional ingredients did feel downright counterproductive (and rather unnerving, too), his conflicted state of mind could hardly be deemed unique.

Would that not be experienced by most anyone, who’s about to reenter and retest the reawakening work-a-day-world waters? Who’s simultaneously able to entertain a keen awareness of having found one’s true vocation?

Fortunately, for chef-wannabe Arthur, he’d been able to table such fruitless drama. Long parable sort, he had no sooner begun circulating copies of his cleverly crafted résumé, completing job applications and interviews, than, tout de suite, came the big pay off! The personnel manager singing out those magical lyrics, “You’ve got the job!”, had, most assuredly, been music to this new-hire’s ears!

And, this was no ordinary entry level job, either. Quite unexpectedly, his yet-to-be, real-world-tested, culinary training had already earned him the prestigious title of Head Chef, no less!

A mere 24 hours later, he found himself donning his tall white toque; toiling within the three specialized kitchens of a swanky, five-star eatery. And, in short order, via his superbly created/plated delectable dishes, and courtesy of word of mouth props from his 600, newfound, loyal patrons, almost overnight, he’d become renown, far and wide.

The massive influx of hourly phoned reservations both delighted the maitre d’ and worked him to a frazzle. During each hectic day, of these 600, approximately 200 ravenous diners (typically 40 parties of 5) would show up.

But, alas, that success, in itself, had become the fly in the ointment. And, ahem, Arthur did sigh his relief that this was only metaphorically speaking; not some actual, drowning in the soup, disgusting, winged, buzzing bug.

Yet, in less time than it had taken to set his sighs aside, the real bugaboo had managed to float to the top.

And that took on the form of Arthur’s big boss, Tasman Taskmaster, whose utterly unwise business strategy was to severely curtail food prep time; thereby permitting Arthur only 5 scant minutes per hungry patron. Talk about Fast Food! YIKES!!! That Mr. Taskmaster hadn’t hired another chef or two could be attributed to his also being an overhead obsessing tightwad (the details of which are best left bused to another parable, another day).

Anyhoo, tout de suite, Arthur’s “OH NO” moment of truth had arrived. Nary one doubt, he was working for the proverbial sweatshop whip cracker from Hell.

Sadly, it had been the sheer elementary school mathematics, which powered the driving force behind this 5-Minute Rule; that is, what was driving Big Boss to slave drive his Head Chef. To crunch that bean counter’s numbers.

200 diners X 5 mins prep time per diner = 1,000 mins burned up daily (16 hrs 40 mins to be exact).

So much for the 8 hr workday, huh? So much for the recommend 8 hr sleep cycle, too!

There simply was no time for Arthur to lead an active, healthy social life outside of his workplace; hell schlep thru any existence at all! No time to complete household chores, tend to property upkeep, to even do his own laundry and grocery shopping. Hell, he’d have probably starved to death were it not for his sampling the food he was preparing and his scarfing down the shift’s end leftovers, which were (unforgivably) destined for the dumpsters.

Seeing too, how his own career was dumpster bound, Arthur Artisan took a hike and took his talents elsewhere.

The End?

Our Parable’s Primary Moral:

Life is too damned short for anyone to waste away within any toxic environment

Our Parable’s Secondary Moral:

Everything will begin to coalesce upon our comparing Arthur’s unenviable vocational woes and far from ideal workplace conditions / expectations to society’s typical Social Network Platforms; indeed, the very one you and I stand atop as I type, you read.

Localizing that more to my own blogging avocation, it’s been my regularly posted content, which has attracted nearly 600 followers. The bugaboo, here, is how my staying meaningfully connected to even one third (200) of them would inflict fictional Arthur’s identical time constraints on real Tom’s real world life. In other words, I don’t have 16 hrs 40 mins each day to fully savor every mega-talented blogger’s content; to post meaningful props in their comment sections re their oft entertaining narratives, spectacular poetry and overall, sheer artistry.

And, I’d be remiss not to mention how my doing so would leave me no time to compose/post my own content.

Beyond that, just how, pray hell, do bloggers who boast 10K, 100K and even 1 Million followers, ever manage to stay connected? I’d challenge each of them to, without peeking, name them all by screen name!

Beyond beyond that, I curse that math that hath morphed me into an unresponsive, almost non-member of the WordPress Community.

My sincere apologies to all, who I had never ever intended to snub, yet, nonetheless, still did.

Alas… long sigh… today’s headline doth sum up, succinctly, the paradoxical, anti-social nature of so-called social network life:

It’s ALL UnSustainable!

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Is it even possible to blog onward?

With each passing moment, I’ve been finding it tougher and tougher to post; a phenomenon totally unrelated to the wordsmithing / site navigation combo, itself. In essence, I’ve been asking myself…

• Is it even possible to blog onward?

• How can anyone, especially an obscure WordPress contributor (specializing in sociopolitical commentary), ever expect to win any war of words when it’s all tantamount to engaging the unseen enemy within?

The enemy within? How so? Well, prior to January 6, 2021, few History buffs / Poli Sci mavens would’ve seriously considered the possibility that the longstanding United States of America would wind up under siege. After all, our very Constitution provides for peaceable redress re nearly every grievance; well, uh, that’s assuming we’re not speaking of mass insanity; e.g., where a head-of-state headcase, obviously devoid of reality-based gripe(s), eggs on savage throngs of his sycophantic DOMESTIC terrorists, who, in turn, on his behalf, go on a frenzied, murderous, burn down America rampage.

Nor could the aforementioned analysts have ever foreseen how the, as of yet unpunished, predominate perpetrator / traitor would (perhaps) spend the entirety of his remaining Earthly days out of reach of the long arm of the law.

To flesh that out even further, we’ll now be agonizing over an, as of yet, unbranded Corporate / CorpoRot venture. Let’s assign it the working title: Coup D’états R Us; its proprietor being…

Donald J. Trump, the absolutely abhorrent autocrat. In spite of that disgusting, would-be murderer of Democracy remaining in absentia, that Anti-American still poses an ever-present danger. After all, he’s still seething with narcissism driven outrage. As such, he’ll, forevermore, adamantly refuse to stand down, attempt to exact revenge against all who empowered Joe Biden and, if/when left unchecked, will see his grotesque regime change to fruition.

COUNT ON HIM ravaging the body of America like some ferocious, rabid, rancid, rampaging cancer that, left untreated, will ceaselessly mutate and metastasize until We, the 331 million People, wind up the lifeless aggregate corpse.

OR, were we to assign such a retrograde aftermath a 17th century spin, despotic DJT’s looming second rise to power would be akin to Count Dracula rising / crawling out from his coffin; slinking and skulking in dank darkness; roaming the face of the Earth from dusk to dawn; relentlessly sucking the life blood from the masses.

OR, were we to update that metaphoric, age-old folklore to the 21st century, viral Trump would eventually snuff out liberty, equality and justice; that all akin to the suffocation suffered by Covid-19’s victims. And, in this instance actuality, not analogy, would apply; seeing how DJT had had no small hand in the bungling of Pandemic Management 101; at each and every stage. To get into some well-deserved name-calling; let’s call / call out that sociopath: The Stateside Strangler.

Suffice to say, identifying the problem has been far easier than ever finding any straightforward solution(s); I believe most of us can dig that… uh… need I even blog onward?

OR, more to the point…

Is it even possible to blog onward?

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Roadwork Leads To Roadblocks?

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A WordPress friend, who I follow and who follows me, recently mentioned that my posts have not been appearing in her Reader. To an already barely noticed blogger, such as moi, platform failures of that nature can be devastating.

Worthy of mention, too, is the recent, ongoing “roadwork” being done on the WordPress portion of the information superhighway; so far, mere cosmetics to modify, here and there, background hues. Yawwwnnn.

So, might this “roadwork” also be setting up “roadblocks”; such as this Reader issue?

If not, another type of roadblock does come to mind; namely, the intentional suppression of notions, opinions, impressions, feelings, etc.

In one word: Censorship

I do hope that’s not the case, for if so, the follow up questions become:

  • Where does the oppression originate?
  • Within the bowels of an authoritarian régime? Or two? Or more?
  • Or, might this issue be rooted in more localized, virtual soil?

When the free flow of ideas fails to function like an easy access two way street, all sorts of speculation can surface; inclusive of the variety that makes it sound as if each speculator is long overdue for the fitting of his/her tin foil hat.

Hey, it can happen when communication is wanting.

Or more to the point, if there are anticipated, deleterious, technical side effects, why doesn’t the “road work” crew just say so, right?

I mean, this blog site, by it’s very nature, is supposed to be communicative.

Yes? No? Maybe?

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What Are YOU Saying?

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This chat takes a glimpse at some social network conduct that doesn’t make much sense to me.

Btw, the available software does lead me down a dark path; but, to keep this in the “glass half full” range, I’ll reserve addressing that aspect for another blog, another day.

So, to do some friendly fishing (not phishing), allow me to cast my line…

Since last November, I’ve attracted well over 100 followers; many of whom have been invariably focusing their attention / registering their Likes re approximately 10 out of my nearly 1,800 blogs; for the most part, the writing I posted around the December 2020 holidays. Perhaps the pandemic is making our letting go of that special time of year more difficult? I dunno.

Anyway, not being one to ever complain about any positive feedback, nonetheless, I’ve gotta ask…

Why hasn’t as much as one person scrolled down to the comment section to key in as much as a “Hello!” or briefly mention why they’re following? What they’ve found likeable?

Conversely speaking, would it be wise to conclude that my more recent writing sucks?

C’mon folks, I’m a big boy. I can even withstand criticism; on the condition that it’s courteous and constructive.

To keep it real, the cold calculating, WordPress analytics page simply does not cut it. As is true with most bloggers, I deem the more human approach, the comment section input, to be vital. Without it, I can neither grow as a writer nor adequately gauge what content might grow my site.

Again, not grousing; just saying.

More to the point…

What are YOU saying?

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“About Me” Updated

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If you are (or aspire to be) a critical thinker, you’ll appreciate my blogs, which, typically, promote human dignity and equality, honest even handed, liberty-based governance and solid environmental stewardship. What a pity that the same cannot be said re the duly deposed, fascistic, narcissistic Trump and his sycophantic enablers (unethical legislators and judges / devotee voters / insurrectionists), who’ll be doing their damnedest to re-empower him; inclusive of attempting America ending coup d’états. Factor in how such bad actors are also hardcore science deniers and, voilà, we wind up with a feverish global pandemic and planet. If such ever-present dangers to humanity provide insufficient impetus for you to pay my site a visit, check out my homepage’s Categories menu; your guide to archived fortune cookie blogs, human interest stories, fiction, sci-fi, parables, poetry, limericks, Match Game’s Dumb Donald send-ups, musical parodies, BlogCasts and more.

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A long, drawn out sigh…

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Owing to YouTube / corporate greed (their opting to over-monetize / oversell ad time), my boycott of this website now stands at Day #24 and still counting.

Granted, their poorly vetted, anything goes / anything for a buck commercials don’t usually playback when posted in my blogs and they can also be skipped when viewed over at that platform, BUT, as a man of principle, I knew the time had come for YouTube and me to part company.

To dredge out the swamp further, their ad content can range anywhere from annoying to offensive to subversive AND the wildly disproportional Ad to Clip run time ratio sucks. They actually see nothing wrong with long-winded sponsors’ insufferable 70 minute sales pitches prior to and DURING 10 minute videos!

It’s that DURING aspect, where things can get downright, hardcore; e.g., a liberal commentator is just about to really nail some insurrectionist, Fascist effer’s ass to the wall when a Trumper’s (intentionally counter programmed?) ad will (just happen to?) interrupt.

Folks, spewing freakin’ Fascist rhetoric is NOT a free speech issue. My gawd, no one, REPEAT NO ONE should ever have the freedom to overthrow America or any other Democracy / Liberty based society.

Look, I’m not saying, “SCRAM!” to anyone. But, if it takes a sadistic stranglehold to get you off, there are plenty of Fascist states throughout our mucked up world, that would welcome you with open arms and choking hands.

That duly noted, let’s return, now, to YouTube’s mucked up world.

I do get it! There’s no such thing as a “free lunch”. But why should their ad run times ever exceed conventional TV’s 30 – 60 second time limits?

Turning now to the content particulars / turn offs:

  • Medical Professionals: While I have little doubt that many of these kindly doctors are dedicated to curing all that ails us, I must point out that not everyone suffers from the same maladies / is always in need of their books, products, devices, etc. And, sorry to say, a medical degree does not necessarily bestow Interwebs savviness onto them. To e.g. that, why can’t their ads thumbnail their lectures and then encourage prospective patients to click onto a link to watch their full presentations?
  • Shirtless Fitness Freak: Forgive me for singling this dude out, but it’s his condescending, cocky attitude and even his very facial features which remind me of a bygone, lazy ass, Boss From Hell. To put it mildly, I was glad the day he got transferred to another district. Even if you’re fortunate enough not to have your own similar horror story to tell, why would anyone want to watch, let alone ever do business with him?
  • Mail Order Bride Brokers: Right from the get-go, this type of “businessman” demeans womankind; attempts to reduce all who harbor two X chromosomes to a commodity. While that, in itself, is already degrading enough, we might even be talking about pimps prospering off of human trafficking.
  • Investment Advisors: These greedy bastards pitch their get rich quick schemes, never once mentioning that, truth be told (and they’re hardly ever truthful) they actually owe their own accumulation of obscene wealth to their government bestowed, Too Big To Fail Status; a ranking that’s not typically available to poor commoners, such as you and me. Beyond that, never forget that making a “killing” in the Stock Market can, and oft does involve the human suffering of those who actually dwell / slave away at the bottom of the corporate ladder.
  • Family Tree “Surgeons”: Actually, in the abstract, submitting a DNA sample to explore ones’ family roots does sound a bit intriguing and fun. But, what about unscrupulous bastards who WILL also supply your genetic profile to inordinately interested third parties? That could mean that, someday, your boss will say to you, “Sorry, you won’t be getting that promotion you were hoping for. You have this nasty little gene that suggests you’ll be dropping dead soon. And oh, btw, we’ve forwarded this same poop to your Health Insurance provider which means the only way they’ll ever cover you is if you pay an arm and a leg premiums.
  • Immortality Merchants: If you fork over your hard earned bread, they promise to tell you how to live to be 120 years old. Folks, take it from this old geezer, typical corporations and politicians flat out hate people who are sixty-something and older. And, if we start living to be twice that age, they WILL start to hate us twice as much!
  • End of the World Merchants: The food they’re selling is supposed have a 25 year shelf life? REALLY? Hmm, how the hell would they ever know that, for sure, when they’ve only been in business for what? Six months? As for their solar gadgets which can charge up our devices? Wake up everybody. If the world, as we know it, will soon be in crash and burn mode, do you really expect the cell phone towers and Internet to be up and running Business As Usual?

YouTube’s Business As Usual over-saturation of offensive ads has not only rendered their videos unwatchable, but this practice has also committed some even deadlier sins. They are silencing the learned YouTubers, who educate humanity, pro bono. They’re also stifling art; the very spark of human creativity, which is amply demonstrated by the mega-talented YouTube videographers.

A long, drawn out sigh…

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Gratitude

5 Year Anniversary Achievement
My WordPress 5 Year Anniversary

Five years ago, the WordPress welcome mat beckoned; invited this fleeing MySpace and Xanga, homeless blogger to migrate into this global community, afforded me the unique opportunity to, free of charge, present my commentary re life and politics (far too often vice versa) and the rest is history.

More importantly, I’ve also had the good fortune to meet many of you, my well-versed, multi-talented neighbors. Right from the outset, our virtual encounters have frequently enriched my life; even more so, now that the pandemic and accompanying socioeconomic instability and governmental upheaval have so radically redefined our lives.

Just knowing that, together, we’ll persevere, helps to alleviate my ofttimes overwhelming feelings of loneliness and despair.

On this auspicious occasion I’d like to thank WordPress and all of you, both the kindhearted residents and visitors, who’ve found / continue to find my content worthy of your precious time and attention!

Most assuredly, without you, my blogs would be little more than word documents gathering virtual dust!

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500+ Follows

500 Follows!

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It’s now been 2+ weeks since the WordPress Crew (likely their A-I equivalent) notified me that 500+ of you, who visit and reside within our wonderful WordPress Community, have deemed my content worthy of your precious time; this site worthy of following.

My belated thanks to all! Without you, everything I post would be little more than word documents; read by an audience of (n)one.

My belated apology for my tardiness. My excuse:

I’m neither boastful nor one who pours excessively over analytics that, if taken too seriously, do tend to dehumanize. Rest assured, I’d rather pack it all in and vamoose than to ever view you that way.

Another apology is in order, too. I’ve yet to visit your websites. My excuse:

As a stressed out political blogger I’ve been obsessing, endlessly, to the exclusion of nearly everything else in my “life”, over Donald J. Trump’s slaughtering of humanity and democracy.

His massacre of the body politic, quite literally, hits me where I live. To flesh that out a bit more…

As a sexagenarian, with lifelong respiratory issues, I stand to lose a lot. If SRO hospital ERs forced medicos to triage the gravely ill me, I’d wind up a euthanized, toe-tagged cadaver. That’s why a creepy feeling of dread overwhelms me, each and every time I mask up to go grocery shopping within Donny’s diseased America. It’s at that juncture where / when COVID-19’s 14-day incubation countdown clock gets reset, anew. It’s only after I emerge unscathed at Zero Hour, that can I, once again, breathe a sigh of relief.

And, as of my posting time, there’s a 38-Day Countdown clock, involved, too. It won’t be until January 20, 2021, at 1 minute past High Noon; i.e., once Joe Biden takes his Oath of Office, that I’ll know, for sure, that dog Donny’s bark has been far worse than his bite. Only then, will I be able to breathe freely again.

With all of that virological and ideological shit heaped onto the real America’s “plate”, I’ve been discovering a whole new psychology in play. And that’s helluva lousy way to go thru life.

I do suspect that once the available vaccines start getting administered / prove themselves safe and efficacious AND “Adolf” departs the White House, either of his own volition or dragged out kicking and screeching, that things will start returning to a reasonable level of normal; that I’ll begin reacting to life, accordingly; inclusive of my being a much better WordPress neighbor to you all.

Till then, please be patient with me!

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