Sussing out sisters of the nation is difficult at the best of times, Sistering any Joist in a descent Joint can be tedious if nothing else. And so the tomb of knowledge buries itself in a miasma of societal indifference. “They” used to call it the “Pablum of the Masses”, well I did, now it’s the incessant race to the bottom of the lowest common denominator.
Passive indifference is the same as passive anything. One always needs a driver, three eighths or better. When the world changes at a pace not seen since Ole man Ford made a line, we need guides and getters, finders and fixers. I was “retired”, have never been busier.
I need to find ANOTHER job to get some time off. My casual time is at other’s behests. The telephonic devices have taken over. I will be on Hiatus for the following 30 days, getting me nearer to the 7th millennium. There are a select few that can circumvent the ignorant. There has never been a time more Tome-like than the present.
I could write a river to the Amazon and still not let the flood gates abate. Whence cometh the 12 days? That is when I go on line for the duodecimus days of Christmas songs. Some old, most new. I am not a fan of the minor key pushing melancholy out. It’s a good exercise, and difficult practice.
Wouldst, thou have this any other way? If you listen, I appreciate it. If not, you too will just be part of the Masses dining on Pablum for days and weeks. Think of the joy and bliss. Delve in delight at delusional dreams of delinquency. There will be noshing and drinking along the way. What is your preference for libations? Perhaps I join you in one.
Mark Hull Du Calumet, First of the coterie of York, Son of Don, Scion of Karl in the House of Pfunkstadt, Connubial of Suzanne, Yeoman to the Hun of Honda, Prevailing in the Seat of Hespeler, Having been again to Australia, and now Grandad's Land, and for some, from The Dark Side. Not am Main nor ab der Elba, but down the Donau, and with Turkish Chai. #garagelurker2019, also A.C., Cee Minus.
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