[97] Screed City

[97]

02/14/2022 Monday. Kitchen Microwave. Beaver Haus. Lower Granville, Vermont.

Happy VD! May your VD be long lasting and life changing! However your choose to spread your VD to your loved ones! Whether it is by a thorny stem or sweet cream from a swollen box! And may your VD test positive for all time!

There is too much to do around here! I try and I try and I try. It just never ends. I mean, I think in a good way? [Question mark.] I mean, today was kind of the epitome of a Vermont-style Winter day. Very cold. The snow hard as ice. The ice as hard as ice. Sunshine, but no heat from the sunshine. Wind, but not a constant wind. Just wind. Sometimes. I mean, the kind of day you would just ignore if you lived anywhere else. Just be annoyed with and go about your business. But here in the the Land of Inertia. There was no way to ignore the day. The morning feeding of the idiot goats. Goats that have started doing Sunday strolls down Buffalo Farm Road. Somehow learning the fences no longer work. Not really going anywhere, just out and about. I mean, I would respect them if they went up the hill. That would be smart. There is plenty to eat up there. But do they go that way? They do not. They go towards the highway. To do what? Get run over by cars. I mean, last year they came to Beaver Haus proper and ate the window screens. This year they just kind of tested the waters as the bridesmaids say. Not getting very far. I happened to notice them. At just the right time. While on the phone with the Publisher. Talking about the other idiot goats. Well, the one genius goat. Dosa. The Moses of Goats. The biggest trouble maker of them all. I noticed the Sunday goats and chased them back into the enclosure. I fed them some hay. This helped. Briefly. By briefly, I mean they still don't know that they have free reins of the place. Free reign as Scott would say. But they are stupid still. They don't have a leader like Dosa. But they will figure it out. They have started really very much pushing against the gate when I bring them food now. They will figure it out. Eventually. But for now, the don't like the snow so much, so that is good and the frozen moat around their hutch is causing them some problems. With respect to their confidence. I mean. This song came into my mind last night:

[Insert Chris Brokaw My Confidante]

I mean, that word confident always makes this song play in my head. And last night was a weird one. But I have digressed. The Vermont-style Winter day. I mean, I did Donkey Eleven all morning. After feeding the idiot goats. After slipping and crunching and nearly biffing multiple times just to feed them. A cold wind blowing. Heatless sunshine. The whole time, both with the feeding the idiot goats and Donkey Eleven, the Publisher with a snake up her ass. Looking for things. I mean, the doctors looking for things. She got a stellar report, by the way. I mean, I am not sure about her butt, but they did compliment her on cleaning out her butt before the snake went in. I mean, that is like acing a test in high school for adults. I mean, she must be quite proud of herself. I would be. It is not every day that someone compliments you on how well you cleaned your bowels out. I mean, babies get that all the time. Even young kids. But somewhere around year four nobody really compliments you that way anymore. Things change. Politics. Am I right? Suddenly everyone is obsessed with how well you wiped and whether you got to the bathroom on time. I mean, I remember being very obsessed with G and their movements. I mean, I have talked about this all before. They had a few issues over the years. But alas, I got their grades from this last semester, speaking of high school tests. They are doing pretty good. All A's and B's. Or is it As and Bs? It is plural in both cases. I mean, I need to go back to high school. The only regret I have about dropping out of school before I was done is that I never learned grammer. And because it is such a stupid and unknowable thing, I can't learn it now. I mean, I have tried. It just won't stick. And instead of just buckling down and forcing myself to learn grammer, I have created an entire philosophy about how writing works aside from the teaching of schools. I mean, with regard to spelling and word usage. Commas and stuff, that is different. I just don't know the rules. I don't. I need to learn, but I mean, what was the thing from the last time I griped about this? FANBOYS. For, and, nor, but, or, yet, so?

I did a great job! See, all this OSHA schooling. I mean, it's not even that education is an elite-style indoctrination, it is also this idea that having someone busy do stuff for you. That way it gets done. I mean, whatever. The indoctrination part of that. I still think that grammer is relative. It always will be. But I will concede that there are certain rules. But, and I mean that, BUT, spelling? No thanks. Certain words, sure. Their, is one. One that I can never remember, like principal versus principle. You always "End" with a friend. Or whatever. Some word are just memory tests. But some words are just regional. AND if you are speaking a single language, it is insane that grammer in England would be different than grammer in America. I mean, fuck you. Spelling, dialect, word usage. You can suck it, educators. You will lose this war every time. But commas and stuff. I mean, I do know there is a rule and the rule makes reading things more easy. So I agree with rules when it comes to that. Let the educators have free reign as Scott would say. But the other stuff. I mean, I should write an ANTI-GRAMMER book. Just to prove my point. And yes, I know it is spelled grammar. But I am an adult and I don't have to spell it that way if I don't want to. Bush Senior told me it was okay.

But the day was just cold and gross and bright and non. I mean, I was glad I had stuff to do, but still, I needed to go outside and I didn't want to. Because it sucked outside. 10F most of the day. That is 22F below freezing. Meaning, in order for water to get hot enough to change from a solid to a liquid you would need 22 hours of hot heat [F]rom a very angry sun. Like Arizona Summer heat. 22 hours! I mean, I am really just joking. I am hoping to give Scott an aneurism over there in Italy. For fun. I mean, the whole thing about rein versus reign earlier, also. Sorry Scott, you are easy. But still. It just sucked. And was not charming. Everything being ice. The ice just hanging out. Slickery and insistent. I mean, I am going down to the City tomorrow. I won't lie, I might just pack my Bermuda shorts. Professor Curly says it is cold, but then again it is supposed to be in the 60s on Thursday. 60's? See? Fuck. I don't know.

But because the Publisher was getting snaked I picked up Grit and her friend K. from the school bus. I dropped the Donkeys off at the post office beforehand. I mean, I do like Donkey days. It is nice to send these things out. It is like if you physically sent an electronic mail out. I mean, like if you wrote an electronic mail, printed it, then put it in an envelope and mailed it. There is something satisfying about it. And when you do that for like 90 people it kind of puts things in perspective. It should be more. I don't understand why nobody is as interested in this as I am. But time is time. I do think the thing will catch on. We got the BOT coming out. The Book on Tape. And the next serial. The Hilarious serial. I mean, it is just a beginning. But still, I mean, as much as I feel like I can understand the nature of the average American right now, I just don't know what it is that makes somebody choose one thing over another thing. And I don't think it is like some zero-sum game with anything. Zero-sum in Art is the Zero-tolerance policies in law and schooling. It is just un-true. It doesn't mean anything. It is just racist-Right ignore the facts and science bullshit. And Zero-sum with regards to Art is the same thing because for some reason we think that people with money should control what gets funded and what doesn't get funded. Which, I mean, fuck you. How about this? Tax billionaires. We don't have a lack of funds for anything. We have a lack of imagination when it comes to funding. Okay, don't fund Arts at all, that is just fine. If that is what we want to do. But if we are going to have a system where there is a process to deliver money to artists and the Government is involved, I mean, it shouldn't be people like Bill fucking anti-trust Gates deciding who gets what. I mean, there is a reason I don't bother with applying for grants. It is simple. I won't get them. I WON'T GET THEM. Why waste my time? I have no education. I have no Wikipedia page. The NY Times caused that. I mean, Alexis Solovski saw Meat Is Floating By and now she has it out for me. So what can I do? I mean, I can't get successful if I don't have a Wiki-page, but I need a Wiki-page to get successful. I mean, do you no see the connection here?

Okay, hold on! I am just joking. But the Arts are something different then regular grants. I mean, there is no way to "Prove" what you are doing. It is just a bunch of jerks rubbing their boners and clits while reading applications. I mean, Jeffery Tubin is probably the main guy that in charge of the NYSCA grants. I mean, I am just joking. I mean, I have a slight sympathy for Jeffery Tubin. I mean, not anymore, but when he got caught whacking it, he most def was not in his right mind. I mean, the Pandemic has been pretty horrible for everyone. He obviously has some mental health problems. But now. The fact that he has not only been re-absorbed into political media and not only that, he is venerated again, I mean, shit will never change. And the worst part is, as a Progressive, I mean, we have what? Like a 100 year plan for the future? I mean, as long as the Racist Right doesn't convince more than half of America to go full fascist? I mean, that is so very horrible. I mean, I had a realization the other day. That the Racist Right is incredibly negative. They think the world is going to end any day now. And they claim we, the Left, or the Progressive Left, are the negative ones? I mean, life will go on. Climate change is real. Housing is real. Racism is real. Inequality is real. But these are things that can be fixed. But with them, they think tomorrow God is going to come down to Earth riding a fucking horse and send all of us assholes who think that every human deserves health-care is going straight to Hell. I mean, that is nuts. We are the one's that are negative? We are not negative. We just like using the world around us that looks like the stuff we are seeing as a way to gauge what we should do about it. How is science an affront to God? I mean, if God created this world, I mean, I sure, he was pretty dramatic about the dinosaurs, but maybe they supported BLM? You see what I am saying? The idea that a species of things that used to exist on this planet, millions of years ago were wiped out because God decided that they supported the cops not killing black people because they were black somehow happened because, I don't know, the White Dinosaurs had different feelings than the Black Dinosaurs? IT IS JUST SO STUPID AND I CAN'T BELIEVE WE ARE LOSING THIS IDIOTIC CULTURE WAR.

The world will not end in ten years. Or twenty. Climate change is a thing, shit will get really bad. Housing will never get better until we understand that 90% of us are not wealthy. Health-care affects all of us. The more sick people we have the more expensive things are. I mean, whatever, the list is long and large. Minimum wage being directly related to standard of living only helps local businesses. I mean, I am bald from tearing my hair out about how stupid shit is being shoved in our faces by Racist Right Wing Propaganda. And for some reason we all just shake our heads and say, "Well, if you were smarter you would have more money." But it is ALL of US! Not them. They are something else. I mean, no offense to whatever the fuck 2016 was, but the fact that you can see a single fucking picture of Hillary laughing aside the Orange Douche, I mean, there is no, NONE, not a single vote that should have gone to HER>. SHE IS JUST AS BAD. Slippery Willy is just the same. Even Obama, the fucker with his "The Dems need to stop complaining," bullshit. I mean, She was just as bad. The Orange Douche is worse. Obama is not good. And yes, Supreme Courts. But how the fuck did we get here?

It did not happen over night.

I mean, politics, I said I was done with them. But that is not my point. I just think that racism is really the last gasp of a dying movement, but it won't go away. America is really, very much, really, a Nation of Immigrants. And I think we should remove the bars from the flag. It should be stars only. I mean, I really don't think we can ever reckon with the fact that we stole the entire country from people that lived her before we came in, that we used slaves to do, that there is a great injustice. But IFF, if and only if, we choose to accept that America is not a "Nation" it is an IDEA. I mean, we can make it through. A flag of stars.

Anyhoodles, I gave Grit and K. a chocolate when they got out of the bus. I mean, I put a chocolate on the back seat of Junior Mint. For the nine-year-olds. But as I was driving them to the Compound they were taking things out of their bags. Valentine things. Candy. Lot's of candy. I mean, I kind of felt like a limo driver. The kids were doing lines of cocaine. In the back. Popping champagne. I mean, they were out of their minds and I was just a bus-extension. However, when I got to the mailbox at Fassett Hill, I had to turn around, because the road was so slickery that there was no way I could drive down it and get back up again. I turned around. The front wheels of Junior Mint spun out. For a second I was certain that I was stuck. K. tried to get out. I had to yell at her. Part of it was the Grit was treating me like a driver. I mean, both of them were. I mean, I wasn't an adult, I was just some guy taking them home. In a sense. I mean, whatever, that is only kind of true. They had to walk down the driveway to the farm, to the Double-Wide Manor, I mean, they most for sure looked at me like a vehicle, but they also had their own troubles, but it was funny that they could give two shits about whether or not I could get the car down the hill. I mean, I watched them struggle down the road. K. said:

"I am going to walk on the snow here. " Grit was sure which side of the road she should walk. Eventually she followed K.. I skidded down the hill. Assuming they would get to the Double-wide Manor okay. When I finally got back into cell-phone service, I called the Publisher. She was still half-way doped. K.'s mom was on the call too. It was a speaker-phone thing. They tried to pretend that the kids didn't make it. But then apparently K. slid down the hill on her homework. So, I mean, joke all you want, but they let the game loose. I mean, the Publisher still seemed out of it. I think I did a good thing. Letting those brats scoot down the hill. I mean, I think that is something I would remember in my life. Getting dropped off on VD. Skidding down the icy hill. With my friend. I mean, whatever. There is some good things about Vermont. I don't mean to talk so much shit. But that is the whole thing about this thing, right? Whatever, I have to haul-ass to the City tomorrow. I should hit the sack. I have a bunch more crap to say, but I can save it for later. I mean, I won't be, FUCK! I meant to send something out. Shit. Okay, maybe I will do it now. Whatever.

Suck it.