Memorial Day

(2 pm. – promoted by ek hornbeck)

New observations from my suburban small town making that transition to larger impersonal town.  I used to live on the parade route and we would need at least two large coffee urns and four dozen donuts to host family and friends dropping by.  Today this main street was empty.  No flag on the neighbor’s porch, no chairs on the sidewalk, just a day like any other.  I felt like the last of my dwindling family playing audience to dying tradition.  My daughter and I show up mostly for the bagpipe band now.  The family knows my take on 911, the bogus wars and the oligarchy of secretive and powerful people who use world governments via media and social engineering for their own profits and or evil amusement.

We talked about things being open on this “holiday”.  TD Bank was open which led to the statement, “We only get Thanksgiving, Christmas and Easter off”.

To which I said, “globo-corpo-fascism” and my son-in-law replied “the Illuminati plan to destroy america”.

That got me thinking about my life in the R&D labs of a major company you all would know.  A life in steel toes and safety glasses that continues today at yet another major company you all should know.  I have to say that in the last five to seven years these companies have taken safety to levels beyond safety.  Now nobody wants to get injured on the job but it’s now more of a mind game type thing of enforcing compliance.  Is the company really concerned about your safety or rather concerned about loosing it’s asset, you, a trained employee (at will employee).  Well at the “new” company there are safety posters ready for “roll out” focused on outside of work activities which include seasonal favorites like mowing the lawn in sandals, ticks with lime disease and reading/following labels on gardening chemicals.  Yes, companies have to “promote” common sense here, ie, protect their ASSet, you plus insurance payments.  In recent years this has taken on a sort of Nazi-like hyper complicance theme rather than a simple egalitarian industrial safety program.  

What it feels like?  My “fellow Americans” and co-workers are not highly trained people.  More like the American Idol and Dancing with the Stars set.  They only know how to specifically watch paint dry in the manner prescribed by the signed off certified Mil spec manual.  Well, they get sexually excited at catching somebody sans safety equipment.  You may think that a bit hyperbolic yet it’s not by much.  For the vast majority propaganda works.  They have not had my cross cultural experience.  They never dared think outside box.  I appear odd to them, endorsing neither left nor right politics, having zero interest in Boston sports teams and certainly never ever talking about the shit on TV.  I just refuse to degrade my spirit that way.

So, we watched the parade as sort of the last family doing so on this main street of suburban McMansionville after which I had to leave.  Well the grandkids are crushed.  They want to come with me.  Kids are soo much closer to God.  No having been indoctrinated yet.  They think Grampy is cool but also spent and feeling hopelessly empty.  There were no cookouts.  There was no beer and it will be a miserable Tuesday morning at the paint watching compliance factory.

In closing I give you a kindred spirit, Bob Dean as interviewed by Bill and Kerry at project Camelot.

http://projectcamelotproductio…

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  1. Do you have a preferred promotion time?

  2. I’ve been out of the fray, as it were, and was actually away for a couple of weeks (though, not happy circumstances).  

    I agree with Ek on this diary of yours!

    It is well done and your reflections stir many thoughts!  

    Kindest regards for your “transitioning” (which, in a way, WE are ALL doing, in one fashion or another) efforts.

  3. As always, I spent Memorial Day running errands at the local VA hospital, and it never really gets any better.

    Substandard hygiene all over the place, and…

    Of the six Iraq and Afghanistan war veterans attending a meeting at the Montrose VA hospital last week, three of them had traumatic brain injury, one had a fractured skull and another was homeless.

    And…

    Two weeks ago, a 67-year-old homeless Vietnam veteran was arrested at the downtown VA hospital on a charge of criminal trespass.

    Johnny Glasker said he came for an appointment Tuesday, then was told he couldn’t linger on the property.

    When Glasker returned to talk with his friends, he was told a warrant was out for his arrest.

    Glasker said the VA provided him a hotel room for the night and transportation to his appointment in the morning. He wasn’t seen until late in the day, however. The hotel room was a one-night deal, so Glasker waited outside for someone to pick him up.

    That’s when the warrant was activated and Glasker was arrested by Richmond County deputies.

    And so on.

    • mplo on May 31, 2011 at 13:29

    was relatively uneventful for Saturday and Sunday, except for my first (short-distance) bike ride of the season (the season started a month late for me due to our weird weather), except for yesterday evening when I met with a long time good friend of mine to see an evening screening of my all time favorite film, West Side Story (yup, you read right!) at the Brattle Theatre, in Cambridge, MA.  

    Due to a big reunion weekend at Harvard, etc., this was a 50th-year anniversary screening of West Side Story, which had been redone and restored to all its former color and glory.   Although the movie didn’t sell out, there was a good crowd, and my friend and I enjoyed ourselves all the more, because we sat in the front row of the balcony (a great place to view a classic film such as West Side Story from).

    Afterwards, I told my friend that I could never really put my finger on why I love a 50-year-old classic film so much, and she replied that it’s a great movie.  When I told her about the fact that, due to the fact that the area (Hell’s Kitchen, where Lincoln Center now stands) where much of West Side Story was filmed was a really rough neighborhood back then, the cast and crew members alike had rocks and bottles, etc., showered down on them and that they’d ended up hiring out an actual street gang for security purposes, she and I both agreed that it was rather ironic.

    Memorial Day is supposed to be a day of memories, and I fondly remember my dad on that day, who passed over into the Other World due to a long-term illness that totally took him over and eventually killed him, so seeing West Side Story was a good way to remember my dad.  He would’ve wanted me to go and see it, because I’ve always made no secret of the fact that it’s my favorite film, and I recall, with somewhat sad fondness, the conversations that he and I occasionally had, including  his asking me which of the guys in the film I would’ve wanted to get to know in real life, etc., and his sort of teasing me, affectionately about it.

    Now that dad’s long gone (but not forgotten, and we all still miss him), that’s changed, and, while my family still accepts the fact that I love the film West Side Story enough to see it every time it comes to town, or even drive to a neighboring state for a screening when it’s not around here and want to see it, it’s not the same.  The affectionate bantering seems to have given way to oh, so slight annoyance with me from them, despite their acceptance.  

    Some people, both on and offline, although it’s unspoken, consider me somewhat immature,  or even retarded (retarded I’m not!),due to the fact that they consider West Side Story a movie mainly for teenagers,  I still love this film and will continue to see it when it comes back periodically.  If I haven’t outgrown it now, I never will at this rate!  Heh!

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