warning:  just got home from a wedding reception; I really dislike these affairs.  Anyway, this is gin infused, …so skip it now if you can’t take a joke without a punchline…..

Reading about Burma too much lately:   …It came to me that it is seeded businessmen (this suit & tie guild of doom) that control the ebb and flow of human deterioration.  “It’s not personal, it’s business” is one of the more f^cked-up phrases ever uttered.  Too many of the most affluent appear to have no conscience, no natural humanitarian impulse that compels them to do right by their fellow beings ~~ & these are exactly the people who should be humanitarians, as they hold the golden key to diverse control factors locally and globally.  They are the moneybags to the military, the gov, (through lobbyists) the whole legislative body anymore.  If Corporations (f^ckin’ protected single entities) have gone down the rabbit hole with a vengeance, then so goes EVERYTHING.  Example: 

A while back in history, Myanmar Oil and Gas Enterprise &, allegedly, Unical laundered revenues from the trade of heroin, controlled by the Burmese army.   The same army (I think) that really kinda digs splattering human beings for fun & profit and raping women and children just for ego grins & twisted giggles.  Okay, so here we have A portion of big oil assisting in the transport of opiates and the laundering of illegal money.  A portion of these dark-blue suit and red power-tie wearing “gentlemen of means” rub elbows with some of the cruelest monsters alive;  they don’t like them, but they learn to adapt and work together.  & in so doing, they assimilate some of their traits.  Then they bring it back to our culture, in the way they move amongst their peers, in the way they govern their noir smoke-filled backroom dealings with every sort of manipulating power broker in the ways & means committees of our oop & heavy-handed hierarchy.  Big oil … Big chair … Big dope … hmmmmm?   History … lather … rinse …repeat …

History is an unfunny little Ratatouille scampering from corner to corner, dreaming up recipes that twist and angle away from the meat and potatoes and towards the raw bar. 

Bummer, man

“Don’t look now but here come the eighties!”  Yeah, right, Dennis DeYoung, don’t I wish.  If only for another decade or two.  No, not in age,  …I certainly don’t want to go back in physical time, …but in the atmospheric conditions, the late night MTv, the naiveté, the … …oh f^ckit, who am I kidding?  The numb-nuts voting in Reagan-Bush, the Russian Bear, the Chinese army, machineguns in the Honduras, oh shit, what a planet …so populated by it’s primary fungus………….

But yet what?  …What the f^ck do I know, Jackie?   I wasn’t there, & it was genealogically above me. 

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cheers!  slainte!  Don’t loooose your heads