Genesis 36:129? Huh? Say What?

“When I find myself in times of trouble
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom
Let it be”

Songsmiths: Paul McCartney / John Lennon [Full Lyrics Here]
Owing to John’s agnostic politics, it would be fair to note how
Let It Be’s sentiments have a distinctive Sir Paul quality to ’em.
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Throughout my nearly seven decades, I’ve relied on the Soundtrack of my Life‘s selections to ease me thru my own times of trouble; be these playbacks, PASSIVELY, via vinyl 45s / LPs / half-speed masters, analog / digital cassettes, minidiscs, CDs, I-tunes, VHS / DVD film scores; be they, ACTIVELY, via my piano keyboards.

And, btw, to the best of my knowledge, my post’s headlined numerical notation appears in no known version of any Bible; and, with good reason, too. When typed out more correctly / completely, SD 36 – 129 has a decidedly secular spin; for it then becomes the official catalog number for A Trick of the Tail; the vinyl album released on 20 February 1976 by the Phil Collins fronted, art / progressive rock group, Genesis.

No sooner had I added this pièce de résistance to my record library on 28 May 1976 than I discovered how easily one could become mesmerized by Tony Banks’ CALMATIVE, compelling synth strings; how taking this disc out on its first spin and attaining the speed of sound fully revealed this keyboardist, extraordinaire’s penchant for drifting off into entrancing, instrumental, unabridged bridges; involving 3 out of Trick’s 8 tracks; namely: Entangled / Mad Mad Moon / Ripples.

Considering how, I’m no stranger to those times of trouble (the particulars to follow momentarily), this is why I had made Trick my go-to album to cop that CALMATIVE effect. Indeed, so powerful was/is this effect that one would almost expect raiding narcs, with search / arrest warrants in one hand, drawn guns in the other, busting down the door and bursting thru the splintered frame; bleating out in unison, “FREEZE!” Guess CALMATIVE can only go so far, eh?

Anyway, it’s that Moon selection, in particular, that still inspires entire album playbacks; oft synchronized with the fullest of the lunar phases. Post twilight time is when I’ll shut down all artificial lighting; making the streaming down moonbeams, filtering thru the sheer, gently swaying in the breeze, curtains, the only light I’ll see.

Well, as promised, let’s now take a moment to flesh out my times of trouble…

In the beginning… that all followed an honest self-reevaluation of my prospects for ever landing a radio station / DJ gig. Alas, assessing my chances at slim-to-none, certainly did seem incongruous, too, considering how, one scant spring earlier, at the completion of my Junior College studies, I had accrued a 4.00 GPA; even experienced the Graduation Day pomp and circumstance, where Da Dean shook my hand, handed off my Associates Degree in Broadcast Arts, and promptly shoved me onto the real world stage; to either sing… or sink.

Suffice to say, that “sink” did necessitate trading off variety for monotony; forsaking the creation of cheery audio art for the retail cash register’s dreary racket; sorta reminiscent of R2-D2-esque beeps.

In the here and now… I’ve discovered how most of my bygone disappointments have paled in comparison TO / in the wake OF the yet to be resolved (perhaps impossible to resolve) multiple disasters; such ecological, microbial, ideological and sociopolitical / socioeconomic catastrophes all playing out, concurrently and unchecked, in real time.

Needless to say, I’ve not been awaiting the full moon’s arrival to frequently revisit Genesis 36:129.

My recommendation to all, who may be feeling similarly troubled, DO seek out your own CALMATIVE effect. Embarking on such a life journey is totally possible; wherever your own head, heart and musical tastes may lead you.

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Folks’ F’d Fate (Poetic Acrostic)

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Fragile Earth moldering diurnally; environmentally
Untold (f)lawmakers legislating; unconstitutionally
Coronavirus variants sickening slaying; microbially
Killer sociopath Putin dying to blow up; atomically
Expletive laced acrostic spelling our fate; vertically
Downward fallen curtains; End of Earth; eventually

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Fallen Curtains

Total Eclipse’s Total Eclipse

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It was within this past Sunday evening’s waning hours when our Universal Overseer aligned, to perfection, our inner solar system’s essential spheres; namely, the Sun, Earth and Moon; thereby (at least in theory) presenting astronomers (accomplished and amateur, alike), one of the few, awe inspiring delights still remaining in modern life.

Alas (as usual), all did not go well for all of us Michiganders. At the most inopportune moment, storm clouds rolled in, start to finish, to totally eclipse this total lunar eclipse.

In other words… the literal clouds; the metaphorical “fallen curtains” had overruled; ruined all our fun.

While most dedicated sky watchers are left little choice but to take, in stride, such dismal celestial washouts, it’s my contention that Great Lakes Staters, such as moi, have been forced to weather far more than our share of the absolutely, disproportionate levels of disappointment.

Such is our sorry “lot” in life (both in the cartographical / geographical and metaphorical sense).

The grand scheme’s far less stellar elements can and do come into play, too; e.g., lifelong occupational and financial disadvantages that still continue to bog down my homeland’s and home state’s citizenry; this all piling on additional disproportionate levels of our shared disappointment. Once again, fallen curtains syndrome.

Yet another relevant to this discourse aspect revolves around one’s relative position on life’s road; in my own case, the nearly seventy Earth orbits behind me along with the expectant, tagging along, alarmingly fewer “laps” before me. Yep, once we reach the onset of “aging out” within society, an entirely unique, awareness heightening perspective kicks in; summed up best as yet, another example of our bearing witness to the fallen curtains.

Consider, too, the looming, far deeper levels of disproportionate disappointment, which our dystopian “leaders” are ignorantly and/or intentionally leaving unchallenged and unchecked.

As I type and you read these very words, these autocrats are allowing humankind’s Final Act to practically author itself. It’s tough NOT to view our collective presence upon the world stage as all but over; such an ill-fate seemingly, already hammered and chiseled into our communal tombstone; all but awaiting those final fallen curtains.

The detailed rundown to The End…

Fragile Earth moldering diurnally; environmentally
Untold (f)lawmakers legislating; unconstitutionally
Coronavirus variants sickening slaying; microbially
Killer sociopath Putin dying to blow up; atomically
Expletive laced acrostic spelling our fate; vertically
Downward fallen curtains; End of Earth; eventually

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Honor Thy Mother

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“In most countries Mother’s Day is celebrated on the second Sunday in May, among them the USA, Canada, most European countries, Australia, New Zealand, India, China, Japan, the Philippines and South Africa.”

Google Search non-credited author • 8 May 2022
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Hence, what better time, than this very Sunday, to speak of a related issue? Namely, the urgent need to also honor Mother Earth. By and large, the human race has been thoughtlessly, relentlessly trampling her domain with our supersized carbon footprints.

So much so… that our insatiable addiction to fossil fuel generated electricity has been releasing excessive greenhouse gasses; constantly triggering increasingly deadly, freakish rain, snow, ice, wind and fire storms.

So much so… that our empowered [mis]leaders, unintelligently and/or intentionally, have been going the drill baby drill / burn baby burn route.

Suffice to say…

“Nations have delayed curbing their fossil-fuel emissions for so long that they can no longer stop global warming from intensifying over the next 30 years, though there is still a short window to prevent the most harrowing future, a major new United Nations scientific report has concluded.”

Google search non-credited author • posted on 11 Nov 2021
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In other words…

It’d appear that human[un]kind is ill-fated to wearing respirators, perhaps even NASA magnitude spacesuits; just so we’ll be able to schlep thru the no longer great outdoors; i.e., sans hacking up our lungs.

Seeing how science deniers are notoriously eco-unfriendly (and coronavirus allies, to boot), it’d not be inappropriate to remind / taunt them, thusly…

Since it’s already your belief that pandemic masks have been infringing upon your PERSONAL freedoms, do you actually expect the (life or death) donning of oxygen masks / tanks to make you feel any freer? And what about spacesuits? My gawd, imagine the nearly incomprehensible irony of moonsuit apparel; just so we can traipse thru our human mucked up, un-Earthly environment?

Beyond that…

How will actual flesh and blood mothers feel, in the not too distant future, if, at the split second the obstetrician cuts the umbilical cord, (s)he’ll need to instantaneously stash the wailing newborn inside an oxygen tank enhanced incubator / survival chamber?

Oh… btw…

Is it too late to say, “Happy(?) Mother’s Day ’22?”

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Five Points of No Return?

PREFACE: It’s not just mindless flag waving when my words stress the significance of America’s role on the world stage. I merely mention it because the collapse of any Democracy can only destabilize, perhaps even destroy, said world.

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The commonly held belief is that we humans tend to obsess over worst case scenarios that rarely, if ever, actually reach the absolute point of no return. Let’s keep a good thought that such wisdom is fully applicable to the following (worst of the worst) situations. In a sense, these could all, someday soon, easily, wind up as news headlines…

  • Failure to promptly curb climate change to hasten humanity’s extinction
  • Russia’s backfired Ukraine occupation triggers nuclear WW-III escalation
  • Coronavirus whack-a-mole variants flat-out defy containment/eradication
  • Americans’ incivility/hyperpartisanship spurs Civil War-II factionalization
  • Fascism/Theocracy trumps Democracy/Liberty; spawns U.S.A. obliteration

Regarding that last on the list item… I’d like to point out that, in the weeks prior to Donald J. Trump’s January 6th, barked out, storm the U.S. Capitol command to his MAGA maniacs, it’d been the most unlikely person within Trump’s entire retrograde / renegade régime, one Vice President Mike Pence, who, for a fleeting moment, had managed to un-sell his soul. Indeed, when push had come to shove, for perhaps the very first time in that Republican miscreant’s entire deplorable political career, he had opted to do the honorable thing; i.e., certify then President-Elect Joe Biden’s Electoral College victory; i.e., gallantly come to Lady Liberty’s rescue.

Alas (Part 1): Seeing how the still seething with fury, vengeance seeking, big lie promoter, little snowflake Trump has yet to get his 14th Amendment stipulated comeuppance, and in all likelihood NEVER will, it’s still totally legal for him to seek reelection as early as 2024.

And, win or lose, that insurrectionist bastard could still do his damnedest to suffocate American freedom / burn down Democracy. He still has his entire entourage of low friends in high places (U.S. “legislators” / SCOTUS “justices”) and low friends in low places (his sycophantic Klansmen / Nazis / Proud Boys / media propagandists et al), who ALL have his six.

SIDEBAR: To flesh out the 14th Amendment, in essence, any elected official found guilty of fomenting insurrection against the United States of America shall forever be banned from ever, again, seeking high elective office.

Alas (Part 2): Seeing how Trump has already totally nixed the notion of Pence ever, again, being his running mate, his next VP choice will, little doubt, be someone certifiable / bat crap crazy; the sort of creature who’d slither out from under his/her rock and, no questions asked, hiss out “YESSIR!” and or rattle out, “ON IT!” to whatever that orange, fascistic freak commanded.

Let’s keep a good thought… that there’s still a goodly amount of good people, who can be counted on to know when they must say NO to malefactors (especially of the Trumpian variety).

Before it’s too late… humankind must conquer all five of those above bullet pointed issues; before such woes conquer us all.

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Nobody’s Home

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On this same old, same old day, let’s kick things off by discussing a well-known author’s work of spooky fiction.

On an overbooked, American Pride Airlines, non-stop, LA to Boston, red-eye flight, ten snoozing travelers have a rude awakening; namely, 100+ passengers, along with the flight attendants, have all vanished into thin air. Amongst the remaining are the young blind girl, public school teacher, stoner chick, violinist prodigy, mystery novelist, blue collar worker, narcoleptic businessman, high-strung high financier, sinister mercenary, and (fortuitously) a deadheading it homeward American Pride pilot.

Upon muscling open the cockpit door, to everyone’s horror, they discover the entire flight crew has also disappeared. Things go from bad to worse when their substitute pilot’s repeated, increasingly heated, radioed Mayday declarations fail to get any air traffic controller response, at all. Upon diverting for a landing at the less traveled, Bangor International Airport, the plot thickens further; due to the terminal being little more than a nobody’s home, ghost town.

Those two paragraphs, above, synopsize one of Stephen King’s most fertile, flights of fancy; be his literary masterpiece printed out on the pages of his collection of novellas, titled Four Past Midnight, or played out in the made for TV, three-hour film, The Langoliers.

I’m rehashing this plot, for, no matter how many times I experience it, “anew”, this never fails to inculcate creepy feelings, right down to the very core of my being; REGRETTABLY, NOT UNLIKE how I feel each and every time I mask-up and force myself to re-enter my homeland’s creepy society; the very one dominated by the triple threat posed by impending climate collapse, relentlessly mutating coronavirus variants and sycophantic MAGA maniac insurrectionists.

Factoring in how few Democrats have the “stones” to (figuratively) peg any problem solving stones at any of these life threatening issues… well… I hafta say…

In spite of a populace of 7.9 billion, globally, and 330 million, Stateside, I cannot help but feel like I’ve been holing up within a godforsaken, gawd awful worldwide / nationwide ghost town; where, obviously, nobody’s home.

Granted, there are still plenty of us well-intentioned people, but, seeing how we’re not making any significant headway, anyway… well… nobody’s home still applies.

And tho my closing Q will only resonate with folks familiar with the above literary work, I’ve gotta ask this anyway…

Where the hell are King’s ferocious, growling, flying all over Creation, swooping down, razor sharp toothed Langoliers when we really need ‘em for a much needed, long overdue clean up of our mucked up society?

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“Cold War” Combats Global Warming?

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Preface: Excuse my Earth Day, literal 11th Hour posting time. I had even considered not posting at all (I’ll elaborate approximately mid-blog).

On April 22, 1970, as a High School Sophomore, I took part in the very first Earth Day; our small town’s student body amongst the estimated 20 million other participating Americans (approximately 10% of the then 205 million total U.S. populace).

Earth Day’s Founding Fathers had been Senator Gaylord Nelson (D – Wisconsin), House Representative Pete McCloskey (R – California) and Harvard professor Denis Hayes. WOW, imagine THAT! An actual bipartisan environment where Democrats and Republicans worked well together; and better, yet, with nary a whiff of a climate change denier, to boot.

Initially, this trusty triumvirate, had tapped into that era’s Hippie parlance (e.g., love-ins, sit-ins, be-ins etc.); thereby dubbing these happenings (<—more hippie lingo) “teach-ins”.

My chemist / biologist / physicist father; in the role of our school’s Science Department Head, had become a local Founding Father; even lending out his vinyl LP to our teach-in’s DJ; requesting he spin the aptly titled track, Pollution, recorded by pianist / singer / song writer Tom Lehrer.

Anyway, from that day onward, Earth Day celebrations’ popularity did catch on, worldwide and… and…

Uh, excuse me folks… but… I cannot go on with this pretense… to be brutally honest…

This damned post, tho fact filled, is not much more than HOT AIR. And, seeing how (as I type / you read) Earth’s polar icecaps are rapidly melting down, that makes even metaphorical HOT AIR problematic.

While we, the poorly led people of our dying world, by and large, do dig how climate change is a grave matter, this all boils down to our alleged leaders’ butt dragging, which is burying any hopes of finding and fast tracking a long overdue end to our stomping our chasm deep, collective carbon footprint upon the Earth.

Problem, here, is how present day Republicans (and even a few Democrats) simply cannot locate the requisite, fearlessness, which humankind must muster; i.e., in order to bestow our undying respect upon Mother Nature.

More to the point… we must never forget that, within our vast multiverse, Mother Earth still remains the ONLY known human habitable planet.

Even were our nearest neighboring star, Proxima Centauri, to sport an orbiting Earth clone / “New World”, at an astounding distance of 4.246 Light Years (40,208,000,000,000 km / 24,984,000,000,000 miles), we could very well be multiple centuries away from constructing spacecraft, which could attain velocities to deliver us there in a timely manner.

In other words… for the foreseeable future, humankind is still facing down a stark, literal do or die reality. To continue permitting lousy leaders to, business as usual, bury our home world, is to bury humanity!

And that could easily be our destiny; i.e., unless every last damned climate change denier / head of state is on board with the following Climate Change science…

“The Paris Agreement is a legally binding international treaty on climate change. It was adopted by 196 Parties at COP 21 in Paris, on 12 December 2015 and entered into force on 4 November 2016. Its goal is to limit global warming to well below 2, preferably to 1.5 degrees Celsius, compared to pre-industrial levels.”

Non-Authored Google Search on Earth Day 2022

That’s not going to be any walk in the park, considering what we’ve been witnessing these past two+ years; namely, how Covid-19 and Climate Change deniers, frequently are one and the same.

In other words… when roadblocks to all progress entities fail to reduce metabolic fever, how can any of us ever expect them to lower the meteorological fever?

However, there may be a glimmer of hope; provided a working theory of mine would actually work; namely, WHAT IF we could convince hawkish leaders to stop waging asinine, conventional wars just to subjugate people and confiscate their territory; to INSTEAD, re-channel their fight to attack our actual Public Enemy #1; a.k.a. Climate Change.

In other words… redefine Cold War’s connotation into something painless, positive and peaceful; and then wage it, STAT, against Climate Change!

Cold War Combats Global Warming!

Now that’s a headline to a happily-ever-after story, which all 7.9 Billion of us humans could, quite literally, live with!

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Oh Shiitake!

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Propagandist’s profession; spew fake news; mind pollute
Owned by Big Biz / Big Gov pimps; he’s their prostitute
Akin to an anthropomorphous, vending machine
Dispensing shoddy commodities; wholly obscene
With plinked coin / pushed button, the truth he shall trample
Disinformation, diseased, disseminates; for example:

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Climate change twisters spin out, as balmy spring breezes
Covid-19 downplayed, to mere sniffles and sneezes
Trump’s Jan 6th insurrection, just pranksters, uh, playing
Kneeling playmates / porn stars; in cathedral pews praying
Question Stormy’s “short” story, for X-prez sports yuge penis
Vlad’s threat to “serve” mushrooms, just Shiitake genus

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Burned Up, Down and Out

Due to a profound lack of perceptive, persistent, prompt,
proactive leadership, a multifaceted conflagration awaits
society, as a (w)hole; e.g., behold the nutty nuclear Putin
hellbent on frying human flesh to a crisp; climate change
fever burning up the only known, human habitable world;
vaxx vexing, Coronavirus Variants rampaging and racking
up awful, untold Covid-19 infections, fevers and fatalities;
malevolent, maniacal MAGA insurrectionists conspiring to
torch the U.S.A’s Constitution and burn down Democracy;
thereby firing up brain-dead Donny-wannabes worldwide.

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