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Here We See Human Beingness Moving
Behind the ‘MERGE’-sign at Dealey Plaza...

CEE

    The holiday season, is too fractious a time to concentrate on any one thing, precisely because no one is allowed to. Now that family dwindles dangerously to near just Mrs. CEE and myself, I find it impossible to mix with anyone who doesn’t 1) badmouth some aspect of this time of year, yet 2) move with it like they’re a Nutcracker in mid-Riverdance. It’s the season of ADD and OCD meeting, driving a golden spike into your skull. A full treatment of any one subject, would only earn me some “TLDR”, from at least one of you...and, if you dare that move, remember a nite lite until you’re 80. A best pal once explained, the “word”, in phrases like “Word to your mother!”, is “respect”. But, no one knows its true definition, anymore. And, I’m the Hulkster, primed, in waiting.
    So, to end our travels this year, I’ve decided to go prospecting through CEE’s incoming mail, for Q’s to answer. Your mail does find me, yes, it sure does. It’s come addressed to “the opinion guy”, “the Hate guy”, “the asshole dude”, “the Honor Student’s Mouth”, “the anti-Nazi Nazi”...I even received one addressed to “Mr. Donald Trump”, but it was clearly meant for me. I’m pretty sure The Donald doesn’t care what they call our Downtown. What he’d call it, would make me look like a civic booster.
    Thus, and will try and be random, here, for space I hope I’m allotted, I’ll begin with a question I pulled from an envelope bearing the Royal Seal of England. It must’ve been proxied, the question is posed by a Lord Skeffington Belroit IV, Sr. ...and, I won’t go there... Lord Belroit writes:
    “Soon, your people will have a new leader, but your culture glories in disrespect and calumny. You as a nation wait for a single mistake, then howl like hyenas. The race hatred toward your last leader, was off the scale, as seen by Europe. How can America avoid mass rioting and complete social collapse, much less stabilize, if a rough 48% perceive The Other Candidate as Hitlerian?”
    We can’t. There’s your answer. You as a lord, know exactly what “free” means in this culture, what it’s meant since my ancestor shot yours at Trenton. “Free”, to an American, means, “Fuck You.” It is a sense of utter selfpossession, no matter the thoughts or input of anOther. But, for most of our history, certain convention, certain tradition, certain “understood” thinking, from Common Sense to the common virtues, kept this defiance well regulated...like a militia (I’m sorry, too tempting). These conventions, this learning, have all but vanished, and we have put Man from babyhood on the Honor System with the miserable Maoist input, that he, Man, “is born good”. Well, if he is, he doesn’t stay that way very long, and the envelope has been pushed and the safeguards burned in effigy, to the point all which thrives, is Self. Most who at all pursued education, still play the liar and hide behind self righteous facades or whatever they can copy/paste from an endless field of Web drivel...these, have a hundred games yet, to deny and spin and obfuscate, to run from their souls as dripping coal black Hatred. Those who could not or did not bob for apples in Academy, however, are become more honest than ever. These amoral creatures I fear, but I welcome the truth of the killing Selves they show. It’s an unbridled beingness which will destroy this entire nation-state and make China’s task in mopping up, take decades...but, it makes CEE look pretty damned perceptive, and for that, I raise egg nog in Thanks.
    Freedom as “Self chooses what it chooses and No Judging”, is the end of any society. There exists no person, Here, Now, who would kneel with whole heart to a swastika and feel comforted, feel warm when Others were taken away. But, totalitarianism is what it would take, now, to end the madness. You’re right about the Hatred, m’lord, and too many waivers have been signed. Too many Golden Tickets were printed. Man as his own arbiter, unbound, and millions of this? Forget it! Toynbee’s original, unbowdlerized theory, that the concentration camp was the logical conclusion of Man’s progress, is true, ghastly and horrific though this be. We managed to eliminate such a cold process, only to have backed into the scalding heat of Man as Animal. I expect the shooting to begin, very soon. Our nation, is ended. That’s all she wrote. Thanks to Blighty, for the initial boost. The Intolerable Acts were asshole. The End.
    This next one is from an “Uncle Cletus”, at the Peace Pipe Emporium, somewhere in Missouri:
    “Where do you stand on the subject of the ISIS murders, as they seem to have off’d a lot of people who disagree with you.”
    They certainly have. I play rather snotty, on this, as I only fully tuned in after Paris. If I’d known it was primarily journalists and goddammed bloggers who were guest starring on NBC’s “Death of the Week”, I’d have baked a cake. I come from a world barely cooled from two atomic explosions which was the Occident telling the Orient to “SHUT THE HELL UP!!!” I therefore believe in mass Thunderdome as again deciding History for the next 800 years, that this is inevitable and basic, easy...whether Western Culture reigns at the end of the PPV, no one can say. But, elitists and busybodies, overcorrectors, sneering shits and those who shove their smug opinions up our asses every day? This, is the true mind control, forged in the fire of professors and educators black with Hate and tracing their roots eventually to Josef Stalin, himself. The Guy Fawkes assholes, are the enemy. Let’s see if whitehot Arabic and Muslim bloodlust, can clear the blogosphere off the Web in main, and take out a few thousand ugly masked maniacs along the way (the artwork in ‘V’ for Vendetta sucked, btw). We’ll get to Isaac vs. Ismael, soon enough. There will never be peace in our world. Get that in your mind as a basic premise. Pseudo intellctuals who’ve read so much they can’t think for themselves, are The Enemy. They seek to enslave very thought as process. I’d say that’s a bit worse than hating us for our theology.
    Bottom Line, when the death sleep lies cold upon Daily KOS’ brow and the undisclosed locations of whole lists of Anonymi have been torched to ashes, I’ll begin the chant against those I still see as having fallen through a vortex from the Middle Ages. Until then, I hold with Tejano leader Juan Seguin: “The enemy of my enemy, is my friend.” Frankly, if you can’t defeat the Middle Ages with all the tech and mind control in the world, it just proves my point that humanism is false and a game for weaklings.
    Okay, what other cheery tidings of great joy? Uhh...oh. This question was sent in by Rear Lt. Holdaphone Carcinogen of the Atlantic City Police...well, it’s 2 questions, I don’t understand the first...all right, the second question reads:
    “Your essays often seem to be the assertion that no answer exists, eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow we die. If you see no value in life, this is your issue, but what about those with families and children, who are seeking a ressurection of our system and carry on?”
    Well, the first thing I would tell you, Detective, is Truth is much like the Bible wants to make of YHWH, i.e. no respecter of persons. It doesn’t much matter if you or your loved ones wish a solution, or believe it exists, or struggle toward it or reason together, tote barges, lift bales, etc. Either those like myself, who’ve clapped out and marvel at human anthood, are WRONG...or, and a bit more strict than Betrand Russell, We’re Right. I know I’m being a bon vivant jerk and a poor Dennis Miller, Whack-a-Moling any Big Picture as presenting an escape hatch, but there exists within my rhetoric, like the best meat in the claw of a King Crab, validation...or a trail to such...from sources. Take my column on climate change, this past Feb. I began by noting a consensus among the Scientific Community, as reported on msn.com (now, nearly 2 years ago!), that catastrophic effects of “global warming” or whatever’s your poisoning of Earth-poison, were inescapable, even if James Coco came back as a fat fairy godfather and #DING#!, made our mistakes stop immediately. Fact is, Earth is going to take a ton of cuts, and the damage inescapable grows as you read this, but the faithful, nannies they be, still scold, and everyone else sits tail. Given that as baseline and human laziness—if only that!—what do you think is going to happen, regardless a person loves their kids and wants good things for them?
    To be totally horrible about it, and granted, I hate children, I never saw a problem with orphanages. If Newt Gingrich had never broached the subject in 1994, how much bad press do you truly believe these institutions would have received? Comparatively? But Human cries, it never, EVER thinks pragmatically, and all turning kids over to a micromanaged system does, IMO, is change the identity and circumstances of who rapes them. That’s a catacylsmic statement, I know, sir. But, Human is a Bad Thing. It seeks only to cheat and to hurt and to feast upon bones. As one who enforces the Law, you know that. There’s exactly one sweeping solution to everything, but not many kick it like champion cheerleaders from Greenup, KY, over nuclear war. The problem with Human, is the same problem with your Q: “What About ME?” The Chaotic Universe, doesn’t give a shit about you—and, unlike Bill Maher and his laughing lizards of friends would sell ya, that isn’t good. It is, however, immutable.
    Finally, as our time grows short, I have a missive left under our front door, no lie, it’s constructed like a ransom note and I...I hope to Hell it’s actually signed in sloppy red magic marker. Said signature reads, “Nonnie”, and Nonnie says,
    “Talk about the so-called ‘war on Christmas’. Isn’t the whole thing just Christians wanting a big hunk of the calendar to themselves?”
    Possibly, Nonnie, but if we accept Christmas as a pagan holiday adopted by the Christian faith, we can’t eat our cake and have it, too. Either Christians are full of shit to celebrate it, as it’s not really about Christianity, so take your complaint to the group dancing around the oak tree...or, if you’re going to pin it on Christendom, admit THEY own said holiday under protest. IOW, pick the indictment you’d like and run with it, greying out all others and refraining from muddying the waters. But, that isn’t what happens. What happens is, accusations and arguments and putdowns and movements coming out of The Angry Rainbow, are whatever anyone inside it would prefer...only, you can’t have 31 flavors of This Should Die which get in the way of one another. In my novel, Actions of the Just, a townie martial artist, confronted by an entire street gang, murders them all, because group attacks cannot be perfectly simultaneous, otherwise people run into one another. So it is with “What’s Wrong With Chrismas”. Pick a blade and stab away, but it ain’t a buffet, as some charges against the holiday, negate others.
    The real culprit, isn’t the Christian Church, but the Golden Temple of Green Dollar Bills. The aspect objected to, traces immediately back to commerce and cool shit and buying stuff and purchasing...and many have disparate issues with that part of Otherness, most of them “Poor Little Match Girl” in nature. If you hate the “Things” part of human life—and most who do, do because they don’t have any or many, and well-heeled others are blind to the contradiction in their lives—you’re going to go as Iron Mike Tyson, right at the Biggest Bully, and that would be the holiday small businesses depend upon. Or, if you hate “convention”, for that read, “you must respond politely to thus-and-so”, or “such-and-such is the word we use, here”, I fear you’re just a rebel without an upbringing, as this particular “You Have To” is pretty common and clockwork, every year, so here comes Iron Mike in his black shoes with no socks, again. Eventually, the argument is muddled, as many devolve into such sticks and stoner lines as “they can have their holiday, just don’t force it on me!”, which to this writer comes off suspiciously like the now dated, “I got nothin’ against gays, I just don’t want ‘em comin’ on to me!” If you can see the infantile quality of the second argument, the similarity should leap at you; if it doesn’t, you’re way too gonna-Uzi-a-playground, to be out in public...or, possibly, you were beaten up as a child, by Christian children. Like our friend on Real Time. Argumentum ad hominem, is airtight, folks. Glass houses, etc.
    The “war on Christmas”, stems from Capitalism gorging as it must, so to stay alive. Supply and Demand, is its rule of Law. Christians, but for those in The Friendly Church playing a plastic game (and I know many), want their logo, branding, verbiage, and otherwise the 2016 version of Christmas in The Cold War...to have that removed, is on a personal level, to effectively remove Christianity as essential from Christmas, perhaps no big deal...but, again, Money? That’s the flag you see flying and the street where you live. The “war”, is actually the poorer junior high kids angry they have crappier Pokemon cards. It’s an envy-green war in main, and it’s one which cannot gain real legs, or you don’t have a system in operation to hand people extras and freebies. Or, you indeed have no system at all. So, a misdirection. And Christmas is the September to January Big Dog. So, let’s throw fuchsia paint on it, or maybe subpar coffee from cheap cups. Let’s come at it in black trunks like a well-oiled machine built by Cus D’Amato. Most of us have to knock something down to exist in daily life, as human rights have been overpriced to the degree we may no longer knock someone down and have it end with “learning something” and no arrest. You can’t understand mangers aren’t your issue, as you’ve been told they are for over 20 years, by every attitude-laden bitch or son of a bitch who ever pulled a paycheck from HBO Downtown Productions. Whether war or ‘tude, you’re reacting as thrall and destroying the economy. If it’s all mindless idiocy but you keep your roof because of it, Why Care?
    Trust me. If you had to buy Whitman’s Samplers even though you were all alone, and had to tack on “Happy Valentine’s Day!” or receive a bad quarterly review, there would be redfaced Spectrum Marches against the very idea of February 14^th, and viral memes of Cupid riddled with arrows like he was St. Sebastian. Fact is, you bridle at “Have To”, and (or) you don’t like feeling left out. Utterly specious—it’s goddammed feelings, again. These, Do Not Matter. Ever. For Any Reason. Get over yourself.
    Word count and space consideratons being what they are, I will, in the words of a favorite teacher, say, “That’s a good place to stop.” And I would say the same of America, but we missed every chance I reflect on as tolerable, so strap in and brace for impact. I’d love to yell, all-Marty McFly, “Doc! Doc, the windmill!”, but Marty was calling a warning, and no one in real life ever listens to those. Besides, right now, you’re hearing silver bells go #Ringaling#, either lost in a life you never had, or awake, and horked you never had that life. I’ve called this slow quicksand in which we exist, The Riddle of No Answer. I call it that, as if we each had our own dream realized, if the miracle happened as husbanded in your mind...would you know what to even do with it? One of the things which kills me, is, I know I’d make a mess of mine.
    Noel, nonfriends. As for Inauguration Day, good-fuckin’ luck. And, I don’t yet know who won. That’s how existential, it all is.

— CEE

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