Blue World My Ass

 

This gigantic epic $8.50 jumbo smoked pork BBQ sandwich with homemade vinegar slaw and homemade BBQ sauce at Joe's Diner in Huntingdon TN, and crawling a few antique malls, was the literal highlight of my day since I was scheduled to do my first pool sale in a supposedly lucrative market after 3 days of training this week.

So my first ever customers were a trailer with a family DEAD SET on the super cheap special $2000 pool for $399, so much so that the huge wheezing dad in a rebel flag headscarf and his toothless son in a 2nd Amendment T shirt unloaded a semiauto clip in the front yard just to impress me.

I WAS NICE

I did the whole sales spiel with my kidneys in my mouth out of sheer terror, and the woman who owned the trailer blowing Marlboro Lights into my face. They didn't give me a surface to work with while my paperwork fell everywhere, didn't even give me a glass of water, and all the questions were regarding the economy pool at every single step. So I explain why a pool with the huge volume of water involved with the special requires $2700 worth of specialized insurance, a lawyer release of liability, a construction crew and a warranty deed, and of course I left the trailer being cussed out sideways.

AT LEAST I DIDN'T GET SHOT

I called the office and told them flat out that I just had to deal with human scum, and if I ever saw hardware in my workplace again unless it was worn by goddamn cops, I would drop their company like a bag of flaming shit. You know what my trainer said? "Well at least you got that one out of the way! I promise they're not all like that"

Oh really? I'll get another one? The next piece of magat tr@il3r tr@5h out in Shitsville Tennessee I have to spiel to while I sit and look at firearm hardware like a bukkake line of dicks in my face, LET ALONE watch them shred a barrel in the front yard with a semiautomatic rifle, makes me want to open carry with a big ass piece on a utility belt and a Che Guevara T shirt as my sales uniform. I won't do that because I want to live, but I will call the office and tell them I left without release because I had to sit with gun toting garbage A-GAIN. And then I'll get fired, and then I'll Fedex them a bag of my poop labeled ATTN: CEO.

But at least this sandwich kicked ass.

Galactic Ascension and the Extraterrestrial Almanac

 

Out of curiosity I bought the Extraterrestrial Almanac documenting the lineup of reported species interacting with Earth.

I am disappointed by the massive lineup of supposed "good" species represented by Ary@n Gods who look like a corporate California seminar on personal fitness training, and the neutral or bad guys representing Actual Diversity, with just a few exceptions. If anything, the lineup of Abercrombie models that the New Age movement supposedly channels has to be a function of subconscious narcissism, combined with some kind of psyop that pits humans against genuine nonhuman species.

I think the current established intellectual structure of our own society can't cope with the fact that Black and Brown people built pyramids and economies while we were rolling in Irish mud fighting over cattle, thus we have the scientifically Bunky mythology of "Lemurians", "Atlanteans" and "Annunaki" making European barbarians significant to the mutated advancement of the species. That's beyond suss, afaic. (If there were otherworldly colonists on our world 300,000 years ago, it must have been the equivalent of a tropical resort on our admittedly awesome planet, in operation before our species had the opportunity to overrun or interfere.) There is no excuse for anyone to believe that anyone north of Morocco and East of Sudan has been granted alien DNA infusion superior to the occupants of the Great Rift Valley. The only genetic advantages that the descendants of ACTUAL Nordics have are our extreme tolerance of biological filth and bacteria thanks to bunking with our cattle and pigs in Swedish winters.

I won't believe shit about ancient aliens besides the Native American accounts of Star People, until I see the historical literature and documentaries on Galactic PBS.

I kind of resent the fact that we are all somehow required to work hard at making the planet "Ascend in Consciousness" to fight the Bad Guys when all we need to do is stop consuming so much, stop breeding so much, stop believing in gods, adjust our technology and economy to resources and energy conservation and innovation, and trash our obsession with setting productivity goals, replacing it with relaxation, happiness and connection. It's not Work, it's Unwork. It's Slack.

We don't need a mythology of white angels to set those goals. I prefer a universe that is basically Mos Eisley cantina without the blasters and bar fights, where humans and humanoids are the *MINORITY* as it should be. Once we get the science of magnetic field propulsion and dimensional phase shifting down pat, it's just a matter of going on some epic road trips to learn about ourselves on other worlds and make some awesome friends, and letting nature rebound back here at home. To hell with colonizing other worlds for industrial resources, the only resources worth having are Earth, Friends, Slack and our own flying saucers. Leave productivity to industrial robots on the moons of Jupiter mining dead rocks for any further infrastructure needs.

Earth is awesome, so is everyone else. There's your Galactic Ascension right there, no effort needed.

Reddit and the Do-Do-Do Principle

I have learned something about Reddit: the Do-Do-Do Principle. If you have a great insight and are popular, you get 5000 karma and golf claps from all the minions. If you are relatively new and have a great insight, they will:

1) Doxx your profile for previous opinions that they will find literally ANY excuse to nitpick and hate on.

2) Downvote your perfectly valid viewpoint using previous posts as nebulously irrelevant ammo.

3) Dogpile you for literally no fucking reason because their actual reasons are off-topic.

Reddit is literally Opinion High School for people who couldn't hack high school opinions.

Reddit is literally your toxic aunt who is judging you at Thanksgiving and snidely dismissing your relevance to humanity.

Reddit has now joined my cynical poopy ragpile of echo chambers along with Facebook, 4chan, and literally every other forum on the Internet except those with moderators who employ awareness of all logical fallacies.

That leaves: zero forums except to gawk at human stupidity, one facebook for long distance friends only, and mostly science and topical blog journals. And one blog where I blather to the irrelevant outer darkness. This one. Hi.

It's been...seven years. So here's a post article about diabetes.

 I haven't been on Blogger in a while because I think my writing gets more visibility on Facebook among friends. But then I realize I have had journeys which may be of searchable use to others, and answering the cascade of increasingly stupid troll questions on Quora is getting very old, very fast. LinkedIn only works for reading articles written by people who have a run of far greater paper qualifications than myself, and being searchable by any number of potential employers who would get confused by my insane collection of life experience, so I have to keep that profile simple and quiet.

So here I am, back at Blogger. I hope you are happy that I am still alive, and haven't written much in the way of cathartic poetry or fan fiction, because that phase was for mental recovery from the tsunami of fucked up shit that was in my The End post in 2014. Maybe I'll write some real fiction soon, who knows.

Instead of plopping down the vast amount of journey posts I have put on facebook, here's my latest, which is about my journey as a diabetic and my explorations of complementary medicine in addition to the usual slew of standard Western meds. 

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I have been using on average about 10 grams of kratom a day for diabetic symptom management, from quieting gastric issues to managing peripheral pain and tiredness. I try to be really careful with the dosage because effectiveness can wane and require larger amounts, but if I take myself off of it, my life is pain, basically. So it's a juggling act- juggling days where I take half the usual dosage at least twice a week.

Kratom is natural and an amazing symptom remedy for diabetes, as per its traditional use in Southeast Asia and Polynesia. However, it's a fairly expensive remedy (although far cheaper than insulin). I usually have to spend about $80 a month on quality, regulated US made capsules.

Then this time last week, I was shopping at Patel's grocery for namkeens (chickpea snacks), samosas, tea, basmati rice and thokku rice paste, and chanced on the Ayurvedic meds section of the store. I found a packet of Ayurvedic meds called Madhunashini Vati, made for diabetes. It was all herbal, was a complementary medicine, and supposedly relieved symptoms of diabetes immediately.

So I bought it, went home, and took two stinky herbal tablets. And...HOLY SHIT. NO PAIN. No pain at night, no pain in the morning, relief of tingles in my hands, no food coma, no excessive thirst. Needless to say, literally the only thing I'll need kratom for in the future is popping a couple grams to bind up the inevitable gastric response to my morning coffee.

You can get this super cheap on Amazon. It beats every painkiller out there and the demand from the Indian community is proof that this works incredibly well. THANK YOU AYURVEDA!