Sea Gulls and Erosion of Time
Brian McGloin
A large seagull crowed angrily as the violent sea air lurched the bird’s wings upward and slightly back. With tremendous pride and grit, the mighty gull pointed his beak into the setting sun and rode the fierce gale high to the furthest reaches of my eyesight and off out to sea.
The wind howled around my ears and blew extraneous tears to the corners of my uncovered eyes. The cold does this sometimes.
GOP and the End of the Fun
I have a few things in mind as I sit in my Mobile Command Center in a secure but non-disclosed location in the Nutmeg State.
I believe Congress is setting up to approve Federal Judges of some sort or another – Supreme Court? Federal Appeals? I must confess my ignorance here. What I do know is that our Freedom and Way of Life is in jeapordy.
Deregulation of the Media was the begining – or at least one big step forward for them. A step backward for us.
Holy shit, Bubba. What next? Mandatory Prayer? Burquas? Morality Police? I have a feeling one day we’ll see those come to light. Our grandchildren face the possibility of living in a ‘Christian’ version of North Korea or Iran. A closed, ultra-right wing dictatorship (or maybe a Theocracy). Slowly, one law, one act, one right wing nut on the Supreme Court, one complacent newspaper at a time. Slowly. One day we’ll wake up to find we’re choking in the black tar binds of ‘moral’ oppression.
We’ll be a Rogue Nation. Maybe we already are.
We fit the M.O. Whay not? Who cares? We’re making money. Right?
Are you a millionaire yet?
Congress is butting into people’s personal lives – making ‘moral’ laws involving feeding tubes in brain-damaged women. The GOP is working on outlawing Filibusters in Congress. Decency Laws are on the books. Shield Laws – the Laws that protect we evil and honest Journalists – are being viewed with a treacherous eye by the GOP. The Administration broke the Law twice with the recent deceptive practices of hiring bogus journalists to write bogus stories about seriously flawed and one-sided GOP Agenda policies like No Child Left Behind and Social Security. Bush’s plan – I mean his new gimick for fucking us out of money, he has no Plan – is another step to sell the People to Corporations. First our Health, Schools, and Prisons were sold; then our Media and sources for fair and accurate information were sold; then the Military was sold (this might have been sold earlier – this isn’t as exact timeline) now our old age is up on the auction block.
Remember, they still work for Us. We, the People. Well, maybe not so much these days. But they used to.
Add this to the Quagmire in Iraq and Afghanistan. I don’t think our Secratary of State should have an oil tanker named for her. I don’t think D. Rumsfelt should be let off the hook or swept under the Press rug. He needs to be fired – at least. I have more severe ideas but I’ll save them. Bush and his handlers need to go. Half of this Nation (by population) and the rest of the World hate the Administration
Where will the Rednecks, Hillbillies and Military/Holy Rollers be when the Fun stops. Well, I guess the Proudly Stupid will be fine as long as the steady supply of Budweiser, McDonald’s, Wild Turkey, guns and television keep rolling. The Blindingly Wealthy (the Proudly Stupid, of course, are gleefully lining the pocket of the Blindly Wealthy and they like it that way!) will be fine almost no matter what.
Where does that leave the rest of us? We, the People need to form a More Perfect Union.
Nuke the Park City
I’m sick of this degenerated, acerbic city of filth, whores and foul beasts. Burn it to the ground, char every scrap and splinter to black, chalky soot. Grind it all to sand.
Round up 90% of the population – theives, murderers, rapists, pimps, hustlers and people of lesser sects – and slowly incinerate them or perhaps gas them. Maybe put a few to work tending the ovens and digging open, stench-ridden pits to dump the ashes and debris. Put the worthless filth to work removing the garbage they throw on the streets, in the water and the unholy pollution that slither from their unwashed loins and suckle fom the nipple of the Greater Society. Remove them – they are no longer of value.
I have anger in my eyes and hatred of the most treacherous kind in my heart.
Shotguns are cheap – shells are even cheaper if one knows the Right People. A mixture of gasoline and alcohol in a glass bottle with a burning rag hanging out makes a very cheap and quick party favor.
I’m fed up.
Our freedoms are being stripped away and the Stupid White Trash, Holy Rollers and Hill Billies (aka Republicans) are proud to move to a very comfortable facist state. It’s happening slowly – we won’t see any major changes. No – slowly. An Act here, a Law there … Deregulation, Shield Laws … slowly.
And add to that another useless group – the (for lack of a Proper term) pimp thug gangster types. They, too need to be incinerated. Or build a wall and give them guns, cheep beer and lots of ammunition. Lock the gates and walk away. Give it a week and fire-bomb the place. Grind their lecherous women and children into Low-Grade sausage to feed to prison inmates.
Its time to start a Revolution.
Fuck being politically correct. We’re drowning in a quagmire (sort of like Iraq) of red tape, Corporate Greed, selfishness, proud Ignorance and poor manners.
Let the Dirty Hippies stand around with signs getting drunk and high – let them stay safely in control of the big Alcohol and Tobacco corporations they support. Let them stay in control of the Drug Cartels and crooked governments they so gleefully endorse. Let then stand there wiht the signs and silly protest chants.
We need to fight fast and dirty from the Inside. Kill our way out.
Target. Assasinate. Fight. Revolt.
Be angry. Be focused. Be driven.
Revolt.
Canon, cannon and a canon
I realized recently a few things:
The first thing is how crappy PCs and anything running Windows actually is.
The second thing I realized is how much of a genius Bill Gates really is for getting so many people to continiously buy and use his crappy opperating system. Maybe he’s more like an evil genius – at least he and Melida Gates give a lot of money away.
The third thing I realized – and like the PC thing, this was really a confirmation of what I already knew – is that Canon cameras really are junk. Maybe they’re acceptable at best – certainly not deserving of the hype they receive.
In Manhattan, there is the strong possibility that a 30-year-old sculpture lovingly called The Wall might be removed in the name of advertising. Art being replaced by more advertising. I guess in some circles this is a good thing but to the Community at large it’s a bad day.
On an unrelated note, take a look to the right of page. You’ll see I added a place to add your email address if you wish to be notified of updates.
For now, I don’t follow any schedule or have any deadlines. That should change in the future as my personal life gets settled a bit.
Don’t forget to call your senator and remind him/her to vote in favor of sheild laws for the Press and to not let the Administration shove the current budget down our throats without the proper time to mull it over.
Thank you for reading.
I was Born an Explorer
In my youth (from which I am not far) I was more drawn to old, abandoned places and anywhere a story stood dormant in forgotten dust, broken glass and peeling paint than anything new, shiny and anonymous.
I remember a few abandoned houses in Danbury, CT and the odd farm or two in Tilghman and St Michaels, MD. I’m fascinated by old churches, abandoned mental institutions.
I love to stand alone in these places and listen. I listen to the nothingness, or maybe creaking doors, singing and fluttering birds. I try to piece together what happened, where the people went.
I recently adventured to Pleasure Beach in Bridgeport, CT. That was a thrill. I’m going back when the snow melts.
Yesterday I checked out what seem to be abandoned dormatories or barracks of some sort – maybe just old government housing. There are a few buildings in a cluster sort of inbetween the slick Black Rock neighborhood of Bridgeport and the crappy industrial are. Not long ago, this neighborhood was over run with crime, drugs and a lot of murders. One can see the scars in the buildings, roads and people from when the life was ripped from what was a beautiful city.
Most of the windows to the buildings are covered with plywood and the doors are very securly bolted shut.
Not all of them, of course. In one building, a door was pryed open and the window in the stairs above it was also. This let a rare bit of daylight into the building and called me closer. Many of the basement doors are open and don’t seem very inviting upon a distant look. This one, however seemed a little better. I took a photo from the doorway of the shot hall infront of me – trash strewn about, paint and plaster from the walls on the floor.
I stepped in.
I felt the wooden floor give a little. I took another photo forward into the hallway – it curves a little after goiing up a few stairs – and I took a photo up the staircase. I left just after that.
This place is one I wouldn’t go in alone and maybe I should look up information on. I’m sure I can find floor plans or something similar.
The other day, I ventured into the factory on the Post Rd in Fairfield. It’s on the western side of the downtown area (on the right heading toward Westport).
The ceiling of this place was nothign more than a steel skeleton where glass and wood used to be. Strangely enough, old exhaust fans are still there and turn with the breeze.
On the brick exterior walls is some grafitti and a few beer cans and other trash strewn here and there. Some ceiling-height trees took room in the concrete floor. I wandered around a bit but I really want to go back when the snow melts so I can get a better idea of what I’m walking on and I think the pictures will be better.
Around here, the population is so dense and everything changes so fast, it’s an adventure to find some forgotten place. And even more of an adventure to find one that isn’t sealed with concrete and bricks like the former great industrial areas of Bridgeport.
And as an added bonus, in the areas where those former concrete and steel icons of industrial might are waiting to fall into their own basement graves, one can leave a car or dead hooker one doesn’t wish to own any more. Drop it off and walk away.
