A Cascade of Cached Memories

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Yesterday, for the very first time, ever, my landline answering machine’s AI verbally alerted me to a memory full condition. Hmm, I’d always conjectured this device’s archival capacity to be astronomical, but, seeing how she had just saved the 59th message, who was I to argue?

Ergo, I began playing back and selectively deleting; in the process, discovering how the cached content, for better or worse, was also unleashing a cascade of my own memories.

Now, just so this post ends on an upbeat note…

Let’s get the downers outta the way, first; i.e., by calling out the threatening messages recorded by the scammers and phishers; namely, the fraudulent federal income tax collectors, shady tech support agents and (for lack of a better phrase) the officious cops, who, via psychological projection, tirelessly “alert” their soon-to-be victims to the very chicanery, which they absolutely intend to perpetrate and perpetuate!

BTW, such messages’ very existence also demonstrates how poorly the telecoms police themselves. I punctually fork over my limited funds, monthly, which, in theory, in part, should be leading to investigations / arrests of these criminals (or, at least, be putting ‘em outta biz); yet, here we are.

Moving onward to the mildly annoying content, there are the messages recorded by ex-classmate Sharon, who’s still trying to con me into attending the upcoming 50th Class Reunion. Of late, she’s even recruited another classmate to redouble her efforts (Bill recently adding his one message to her five).

Hmm, might Sharon’s persistence be an indicator of how a single restaurant booth would prove sufficient to seat Sharon, Bill and their significant others? Perhaps, this event’s only four attendees?

Sure, I could attend and leave, STAT, when everything morphs into the anticipated disappointment; BUT, not when this event’s tickets will have a sizable price tag attached. Beyond that, no one, in their right mind, would ever opt into social mingling when social isolating is still everyone’s best bet.

A tad of background 411 for all who missed my reunion post; not everyone has fond, fuzzy memories of their K thru 12 experience; e.g., from the 4th grade, onward, I’d been bullied, verbally and physically assaulted.

As for the saved messages that I’ll never delete, among them are the four left by my former friend and next door neighbor, who passed on, just last year, at the age of 95; who was such an affable, young at heart, well-read and critical thinker, one could’ve easily mistaken him for a man half his age. RIP Victor.

Which now leads us to the very first message; backdating to late October 2008, when then presidential candidate Barack Obama had recorded his increase voter turn-out / (wink) “vote for me”, message. Seeing how I’ve saved and savored his words for nearly a decade and a half, you’ve likely already correctly concluded I had helped elect / reelect him; would feel deeply honored to have him record my answering machine’s outgoing message.

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Vivisection (Via Verbiage Only)

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Via a valid and vivid vivisection
An Exposé of ExPrez imperfection
Rhyme or reason presents clear reflection
This well-versed in Poli-Sci, thumbnail inspection

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Ignoble ignorance lurks, aft, Trump’s complexion
Housed in his automatic, autocratic head section
His default setting, to the max, Fault Deflection
Plus alt setting: Psychological Projection

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“Doctor” Don’s anti-science predilection
Inculcates his cult’s injection rejection
Perpetuates Covid’s fatal infection
Shared Viceroy / Virus M.O.; folks’ subjection

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Trump sees not 2020, loss of election
Sore loser makes, not, he-got-less-votes connection
Hence, he sought Pence to abet his defection
Since Pence spurned, Trump plots next Insurrection

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“Projecting” Victory

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DISCLAIMER: My degree is in Communication Arts, NOT Psychiatry. Additionally, I have no proof to support my hypothesis. Nonetheless, what follows is still discussion-worthy.

The political pundits’ post 2020 Election Day, morning after, hand wringing game is already in triple overtime.

Their BIG Q’s:

• How could the public opinion polls have been so wrong AGAIN?
• WTF happened to Joe Biden’s oft double digit lead over Donald Trump?

While these analysts’ have presented several, totally plausible theories, to the best of my knowledge, they have yet to consider the possibility that:

The pollsters, in actuality, were NOT wrong! Really? How so?

Well, as many of us are already painfully aware, Trump is renown for accusing his foes of the very chicanery that he, himself, is guilty of.

Shrinks would sum up such mental illness in one word: PROJECTION.

Based upon the fake prez dredging up / regurgitating, AGAIN, on this very day, his uncorroborated by evidence accusation that his opponent is plotting to steal the election from him, once we factor in projection (and paranoia), would that not make the perpetrator of such political skulduggery none other than Donald J. Trump?

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Psychological Projection ~ 1 Quick Limerick #068

 

In Twitter rants, the fake prez doth attack,
Assumes the role of a head shrinking quack,
“Dumb as a rock!” He’ll brand foes,
“Lazy as Hell!” He’ll suppose,
Faults he himself, sure as Hell, doth not lack!

 

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