Fortune Cookie Blog (Head Games)

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A head turning, heads-up to each head up his ass, headstrong, hot headed,
empty headed, head case, heads will roll, head of state. If it’s your intent to
head off to your bathroom; to repurpose your golden head as the means to
flush your heady, national charter down the sewer, you’ll wind up in deep,
over your head doo-doo! Your countrywomen and men feel head over heels
love for liberty & justice; such adoration coursing far deeper than anything
they would ever feel for a narcissistic, Fascistic insurrectionist, such as you!
Some off the top of the head soothsaying, too. Yer effing with voters’ heads
will all come to a head on Election Day. Knowing of the ever-present danger
you pose, has afforded them the oomph for a head start. They’ll head off to
the polls; boot out yer butt & hand you yer political head on a golden platter!

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Coprophagy

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Into fake news / views Trump spews; his moron minions ALL buy
Their wholly*, vacuous minds; suck up, too, his BIG LIE
These mucked up cultists have run amok; have gone SO awry
Were Don to barbecue doo-doo; they’d ALL give it a try!

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*holey would work here, too.

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The Wind of 120 Days / Change

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Being unable to actually, meaningfully converse with civilians who still call Afghanistan home, my understanding of their plight will be limited to conjecture; hopefully insightful, educated guessing. And, seeing how I’ve only had a scant seven days to sort out that godforsaken war’s tragic, abrupt, turn for the worst, this post, at best, should be viewed as a work in progress.

And plight is apt terminology, considering how, the Taliban toppled President Mohammad Ashraf Ghani’s administration; not unlike how the “Wind of 120 days” would slam into a house of cards; indeed, a most unwelcome wind of change.

Re my educational creds, I’m no heavily college degreed student of this particular region’s history; merely a man whose gut has oft proven trustworthy, at times, prescient.

And my gut reaction, right from the get-go, was that “President” George W. Bush’s invasion of Afghanistan was doomed to end precisely like it did! There’d be no way in Hell, that moron could ever bomb his way into nation building; i.e., into establishing an enduring, honest, level-headed, even-handed Democracy. And Hell, too, is apt terminology.

Let’s now try to look at this from my uncertain perception of the Afghans’ perspective.

• For starters, how could civilians not resent any superpower’s meddling; even by a nation that’s purportedly benign? What could ever be worse to eyewitness, first hand, than America’s ceaseless attempts to willy-nilly bomb their already imperfect homeland back to the stone age? Think about it. Oppressor W mindlessly maiming and murdering, to do what? Oust another oppressor such as the Taliban? An apt song couplet doth comes to mind:

“Meet the new boss
Same as the old boss”

Pete Townshend • Composer of “Won’t Get Fooled Again” • Full Lyrics Linked Here

• As for Americans training Afghan troops, did the generals actually expect their barked out orders, “Fight W’s war, Dammit!”, would be met with a resounding chorus of “Yessirs!”? Many of these new recruits would likely yell, “Yessir!” to Townshend’s very lyrics; i.e., shout, “No Sir!”, to being bossed around.

• Of course we must be fair, here, too. There had been some societal improvements, especially the gains made by females of all ages. But, seeing how defusing chronic, toxic masculinity can be problematic most anywhere in our world, why would Afghanistan be any different? Wherever a male fits into the Taliban hierarchy (if, indeed, anywhere), it’s highly unlikely that female liberation would wind up, high up on his to do list.

For now, for the sake of keeping this post mercifully short, I’ll limit this far from complete analysis to those three bullet pointed speculations above.

Suffice to say, other than one helluva, beyond repair, mucked up mess, George W. Bush wound up with nothing to show for the oceans of red blood and red ink he had needlessly spilt.

And, considering the Taliban’s brutal, sadistic nature, this wretched régime’s return to absolute power won’t find them in any particular hurry to right any of war criminal W’s unforgivable wrongs.

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How to Curb Power Drunkards/Junkies?

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Whenever folks wind up publicly intoxicated and/or high on potent alcohol/powerful drugs, the cops are under orders to confine these boozers / stoners; to ensure they do no harm to society and themselves.

Might a similar strategy work to protect us from drunk/stoned on power politicians? We are speaking of the type who endanger public safety / health by trotting out their insane policies, which defy/outlaw commonsense, disease mitigating measures such as mask wearing and social distancing; and oft even discourage vaccinations

And what about all of the empowered politically impaired, prone to perpetuate Donald J. Trump’s Big Lie that “widespread voter fraud” had caused him to lose the 2020 Election? Could it not be reasonably argued that Drunkard Donny’s utterly unsubstantiated accusations had infuriated his cult to the point where they went berserk and stormed the U.S. Capitol on January 6, 2021.

Most assuredly, that insurrection did do harm to the cops, the rioters, themselves, and to society as a whole!

I mean, ever since January 6th, inarguably, my sense of security has been shot to hell; so much so, that I’m now overwhelmed by feelings of intense, chronic angst. Now if that fails to define harm, I don’t know what would.

Granted, my above solution is a bit of a joke but, for a nanosecond, it did make me smile and chuckle; and that’s not been a regular occurrence; ever since Dumb / Drunk Donald’s Inauguration Day 2017.

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Boxed In / Up

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We wee commoners needn’t think outside the box
Undeniably obvious, the mighty don boxing gloves
Will box us up, tightly, within dank depths of oblivion
That disease rooting to box us all; six feet under

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January 6th

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Authoritarian ideology sucks oxygen from the room
Asphixiating the genetically imprinted communal spirit
Laying waste to authentic, precious, sweet liberty
As well as the ancient hope for better tomorrows

Alas, the condemned body has yet to receive
The uncharitable, gruff, asinine corporate memo
Would be unwise to hold its collective breath
Awaiting the improbable eleventh hour amnesty

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Best Non-Supporting Bad Actor

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Were there such a thing as an illustrated, idiomatic thesaurus and… oh… say… some inquisitive, newbie human required synonyms for “psychological projection” and “sore loser”, once that youngster flipped the pages to the appropriate alphabetized sections, in both instances, (s)he would discover an 8 x 10 glossy photograph of Donald J. Trump (Hey, what can I say? That empty headed dude with the big head doth require such inordinately huge dimensions.)

And, let’s say that newbie also needed an in text form, prime example of “psychological projection”. In that case, the search results would turn up this Tweet:

“It is time for Joe Biden to resign in disgrace for what he has allowed to happen to Afghanistan, along with the tremendous surge in COVID, the Border catastrophe, the destruction of energy independence, and our crippled economy,”

Donald J. Trump

So long as I’m on the subject, the Trumpster’s above words just might be Academy Award worthy. Of course, Donny being the perfect example of the oddball manchild, too, they’d need to come up with an applicable new category, oh, say…

Best Non-Supporting Bad Actor in a Disaster Documentary

Now, seeing how Fake Ex-President Trump’s obvious intent was to childishly provoke a Twitter War and how it’s a certainty that President Joe Biden deems it way beneath his dignity (as well as a monumental waste of precious time) for him to ever get into a fight with a ne’er-do-well playground bully, let’s run by the perfect comeback that Biden could’ve Tweeted:

Well Donny, YOU, the self-proclaimed stable genious, had four long years in the White House. If YOU are, indeed, the perfect president, do tell us. How come YOU failed to establish an Afghanistan that’d be impenetrable by the Taliban? How could YOU have ever politicized mask wearing to the point where YOU caused over ONE HALF MILLION Americans to NEEDLESSLY die of Covid-19? How doth YOUR abject child abuse along the Mexican border not quailfy as an epic catastrophe and how come YOUR freakin Wall project never got off the drawing board? How could America’s addiction to fossil fuels ever qualify as energy independence when, in reality, it’ll lead to Earth becoming uninhablitable. And how did YOUR flunking out in Pandemic Management 101 ever do anything other than muck up the American / global economy?

YOU expect ME to resign in disgrace? Oh well, YOU, who can be counted on to behave disgracefully, should know all about resignations. All the above mentioned miserable failures that went down on YOUR watch amply demonstrate how YOU had turned in YOUR resignation at the very moment YOU took your dainty hand off the Bible on YOUR Inauguration Day.

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Da Dungarees’ Dung Ick Factor?

I spent 30 long years doing my time in Retail Hell (5 of which were not all that bad). Too often, I got to eyewitness boss-wardens at their worst; the dog eat dog unprofessionalism; the up and down the corporate ladder, anything goes, diseased sexual shenanigans; (and more to the point) how all that crap not only negatively impacted our day-to-day store ops, but also compromised the well-being of customers and subordinates, alike.

Let’s check out a few horror stories…

• My very first boss had opted to adopt, not one, but two, non-housebroken schnauzer pups; gave ‘em free run of our stockroom; allowed ‘em to urinate and defecate in any, within reach, open shipping carton. Seeing how neither the (eventually dried) pee nor the (more or less solid) poop had perceptibly stained our primary product line (dark indigo Levi™ jeans) we, the underlings, were ordered to stock the shelves / racks and sell these crawling with microbes jeans, AS IS, to our unsuspecting clientele. To my truth-in-advertising minded readers, I suppose we could say our, on the QT, corporate motto had been: “We put the DUNG in DUNGarees!”

• It was about that same time when overhead slashing, corporate tightwads had ordered all store restrooms’ hot water heaters turned off. And then, just to earn extra brownie points, our boss soon stripped her monthly store supply orders of hand soap. Beyond that, our toilet bowl soon wound up… uh… well… let’s just say I’ve seen far less gross public restrooms.

• Our health compromising work conditions were inclusive of fatigue, too. Yep, as overworked, underpaid and undervalued subordinates, we were oft scheduled to work well past midnight, yet, be expected to return (bright-eyed and bushy-tailed) by 5 or 6 the same a.m. It’d be an understatement to say groggy employees (especially cashiers) were, indeed, fortunate to catch costly errors, in time; i.e., to avoid being falsely accused of internal theft.

Folks, it’d be a forgone conclusion to say that the above-mentioned working conditions are hardly unique (to me) AND, in all likelihood, have worsened since workplace related injuries necessitated my way too early departure from Retail Hell (now, some thirteen years ago).

So… other than rehashing retail’s revolting side… just WTF is my point here?

For starters, I absolutely DO NOT want anyone to co-opt the following discussion into some sort of lame excuse. All this amounts to is my trying to better wrap my head around the BIZARRE nature of Covid-19 vaccine hesitancy, and, that does demand exploring BIZARRE possibilities.

While I’d hope that Retail Hell, as I’ve known it, is NOT APPLICABLE to Retail Pharmacies (oft, our primary inoculation sites), WHAT IF, in part, it’s been our workforce’s negative perception of retail, which has been causing some of them to view such venues as managed by unsanitary un-professionals, who staff their stores with burnt out, too pooped to participate, error-prone, transient employees?

After all, prior to the pandemic, we have been accustomed to inoculations within sterile, doctor’s office / emergency room / hospital settings.

Could a switchover to those traditional, more clinical venues boost the vaccination rates within hesitant homelands, such as America?

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Adam-12’s Finest v. Bedlam’s Worst

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Preface: Yeah… long sigh… I fully realize that TV Land and the Real World are two different creatures; that yearning for the merger of idealism and realism rarely, if ever, winds up as a wish come true. Still, we can hope for better days, can’t we?

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From September 21, 1968 until May 20, 1975, veteran policeman, Officer Pete Malloy (actor Martin Milner), and his rookie partner, Officer Jim Reed (actor Kent McCord), availed themselves of their professional training (backed up by their community building spirit and general street smarts), to conscientiously, honorably and courageously protect and serve the Los Angeles community. Typically, they were dispatched to respond to distressed citizens’ reports of violent crimes and frantic requests for help; arrived in a timely manner courtesy of their assigned patrol car, a.k.a. Adam-12; a.k.a. this TV cop drama series’ name.

Season 2 Episode 14 (titled Log 14 — S.W.A.T.) originally aired via the NBC TV network on January 24, 1970 / early evening; encored via the MeTV network on May 26, 2021 / late afternoon (just yesterday); where / when the following incident went down…

A sniper named Johnny Kursko (actor Thomas Bellin) is terrorizing a neighborhood in an urban section of the city. He is on top of a building that once housed a movie theater that the sniper worked at. It is later found out that he is an escaped fugitive from New York and he is shooting up the neighborhood as a way to get back at the people in the neighborhood who he holds responsible for the theater’s closing. Reed, Malloy and Detective Sgt. Gus Brown get into their SWAT gear and go after Kursko and try to get him without any further bloodshed. [read more here] [here too]

Brian Washington

And I’d add that Kursko is certifiably hardcore unglued; even wounding an elderly woman and attempting to kill an innocent child and his adorable pet dog. Additionally, my unsung hero award goes to Ron Thompson (actor Adam Wade) who not only risks his own life to rescue the wounded by Kursko motorcycle cop, Benson (actor Richard Geary), but also winds up providing the cops invaluable biographical info about a casual acquaintance of his, none other than sniper Kursko. Honorable mention award goes to Malloy who, to help defuse this tense altercation, pulls double duty in the role of the laid-back, layman shrink.

It’s during this episode’s closing scene that this viewer experienced his “Oh Wow” moment: mainly due to the fact that, few, if any of today’s militant cops (a.k.a. bedlam’s worst) would ever respond to the questions of the unnamed reporter (actor Morgan Jones) in this same manner. Check out the dialogue transcript, courtesy of MeTV, my aged VCR and taped over VHS cassette.

• Pardon me Officer, may I have your name please?
• Reed, Jim Reed.
• You’re the policeman who made the capture, aren’t you?
• Yes sir, I was one of them.
• Did he resist?
• Yeah, he resisted.
• He’s injured a number of people and killed at least one.
Personally, I think I’d have shot him.
• That’s not what I get paid for.
• You figure he’s sick? Is that why you let him live?
• No sir.
• You should’ve shot him and got it over with.
Why didn’t you? Give me one good reason.
• Because it wasn’t necessary.

Screenplay writers Robert A. Cinader / Jack Webb / Stephen Downing

BECAUSE IT WASN’T NECESSARY!

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Pandemic Elegy

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Oh, the high hopes I had had for humanity
That Corona-V’s “lessons”, could usher in sanity

Yet, the chronic infirmities; confirmed grim fatalities
Failed to touch every heart; teach all righteous realities

The food insecure; the ailing uncured folks, rife
Cannot claim birthright to the long and good life

So, society still stagnates; suffers abundance of denseness
The trigger happy oft spawn, sheer sorrow’s immenseness

Be breaking news gun nuts, civilian or cop
There’s no way in Hell, they ever can stop

When warlords gleefully slay, each new conflict’s white dove
Ditto couplet’s conclusion; mentioned above

Greed for green and green envy; both too frequently meet
At the crash prone intersection; namely Main and Wall Street

Then there’s the myopic, moronic throne sitter asses
Who flat-out refuse to reduce greenhouse gasses

The rightwing’s science deniers pooh-pooh Covid infection
And their spin doctors downplay their Jan. 6th insurrection

In our world, infamy glutted / gutted by inanity
Corona V’s lessons could not lessen insanity

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