Renewable Revolution

I am super weak and can't focus my brain on anything.  I do not think I will make it down to the Total Eclipse of the SUN☼ now.

I can't think of anything I want to write for the Diner anymore.  That alone tells me I am on my way to the Great Beyond.  I have some videos in the can I am going to try to get up on YouTube.  My self-obituary is in the Drafts on the Blog.  I sent out some additional copies of my Will earlier today to Eddie & K-Dog here on the Diner plus my friend Brian in Couer d'Alene, ID and my sister in Springfield MO.

As of right now, I am going to die in one of 4 places I shuffle/limp/crawl to around my digs.  I make a little circle that goes from the Bed to the Throne in the Bathroom to my Office Chair to the Chair out on the porch where I go to smoke a Cancerette.  I never got cancer though!     Anyhow, as I said before, this is a good place to die.  It was perfect for me these last 3 years in retirement.

I am not going to go to hospital now.  My medicaid was cut off for some unknown reason and my medicare doesn't kick in until Sep 1st.  I'm not going to have my Nest Egg for SUN☼ eaten up by the sick care industry in a stupid attempt to keep this broken meat package ticking for another day.  I don't want to live inside it anymore anyhow.

I know I have been even more insufferable than usual over the last few weeks.  The process of dying kind of irritates you.   My apologies for this.  I do wish all the Diners all the best as Collapse makes its inexorable progress forward.  I'll keep my eye on all of you from my new perch on the 50 yard line of the Great Beyond.

SEE YOU ON THE OTHER SIDE

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Quote from: agelbert on August 11, 2017, 01:49:18 pm

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I want to touch base with you on cogntive issues. I am having a lot of toruble speeling words that I am well acquainted with. It seems like a form of dyslexia or the beginning of Parkinsosn. I don't know but I'm making more and moe mistakes on the keyboard too. I mean, how many times do I have to write common words like "believe" and "neither" and "weird", etc. to stop having to think about whetehr I am spelling them right?  :icon_scratch:

In short, I am having cognitive problems.   


Is that how it is with you, or is it ti totally different?

No, I'm not having trouble spelling as far as I can tell although my keyboard speed is much slower.  It's more a short term memory issue.  I will get up from my chair to go do something, but then before I do it I have forgotten what I wanted to do.  So then I go back and sit down and a few minutes later it comes back to me.  Then I get up again to do it and forget again.  Rinse & Repeat.

Then I have developed this huge fear of misplacing or losing my keys, phone and wallet.  I don't want to go anywhere because I think I will forget one of them.  I had an episode at Home Depot when I got back to my car to go home I couldn't find my keys in the pocket I usually store keys when out and about, and I panicked.  I tapped all my other pockets and they didn't seem to be there either.  I was about to go back into HD to have them search the store or call a locksmith to get me into the vehicle.  I have another key stored inside.  But then at the last minute I found the keys in a little pocket I don't usually use in my sweatshirt.  PHEW!

Other than that, the issues are more physical than mental.  Every little task is exhausting.  Stuff like cutting up the veggies took ages because I keep having to go sit down to rest.  I don't want to get out of my chair to do anything.

Also, nothing gives me any pleasure anymore, not eating or drinking or smoking.  In fact all of them are chores I don't want to do also.

Excretion is a chore.  Fortunately, I still wake up when the call of nature comes so I don't wet the bed, but then I have to drag myself from the bed to the throne.  Then on the other side, when I get the call of nature there, I have maybe 30 seconds to make it to the throne or there will be poopy pants.

All in all, this is a very unpleasant way to live.

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Quote from: Eddie on December 04, 2017, 08:31:01 am

Remind me again where your mortal remains are to be interred....or where the monument will be, if you don't want the box? I'm taking a pass on being boxed.

Since it isn't legal to compost me in the garden (my preference) I suppose I'll go for the oven. Sky burial wouldn't be bad....

Originally I was going to go with cremation to keep it cheap sending my meat suit back to MO, but then I figured why should I deprive the worms of a meal?  Also why waste all that fuel to burn me up? The traditional burial recycles my remains, plus I found out with this type of burial I also get a crypt or vault made of concrete (I am requesting basalt rebar be used) the casket gets dropped into.  Costs an additional $1100, already paid for.  It's 3' X 9' so there is plenty of room in it to drop whatever I want besides my corpse into the crypt.  So I am not limited to the time capsules I have embedded in the stones.  I will be dropping The Book of the Diner printed on fine 100% Cotton rag acid free paper vacuum sealed in plastic with oxygen absorbers in aluminum file cases and filled with beeswax, then encased in a wooden Pirates Chest at my feet, also filled with beeswax.  The chest is soaked in linseed oil and painted with 9 layers of polyurethane on sealing.

The limited run First Edition of The Book of the Diner in Leather Bound Hardcover will be available at the Funeral with signed copies, assuming I get them before I croak.  SUN☼ University Publishing will print enough copies for all regular Diners, plus some Lurkers from the Blog.  Digital Copies on DVD-R will be available as well for anyone who shows up.  The Funeral will also feature a fine Buffet and a great soundtrack of Doom Themed music. 

The remains of my Meat Suit will rest for All Eternity at North Greenlawn Cemetery in Springfield, MO, a stone's throw from where my mom is buried.  You won't be able to miss the Tombstone if it is still standing, it's very distinctive.   :icon_sunny:  If Greenlawn happens to be the site of Carpet Bombing or a Nuke dropped by the NKs and you can't make out the landmarks and my Tombstone is destroyed, it's at 37.263847N, -93.277334W.

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SEE YOU ON THE OTHER SIDE

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Apologies to John McPherson for Agelbert Fair Use Cartoon tampering. 

Have you ever killed another human being?

Bill Perrino, Electrician (1976-present)

Updated Jun 21, 2017

I was going to answer this anonymously because of the off chance that a family member might read this. Then, I decided, I hope everyone who knew about this would read this and know the truth about what happened 41 years ago, almost to the day.

I had just graduated High School and was anticipating the joys which summer would bring. A girl, who I knew from 7th to the 12th grade, and I began dating after graduation. Joan and I attended an annual picnic put on by a major aerodynamic contractor. She drove her newly purchased convertible Fiat to the picnic which was located in the mountains north of Los Angeles.

We had a wonderful time that afternoon and we planned on camping the night then driving home in the morning. Before we went to our campground we stopped at a local market where we met a friendly gentleman, Paul, who, after we told him of our plans, invited us to spend the night with him at his place. We declined his offer. “Just in case,” he told us where his place was and how to get there.

We went to our campground and went to sleep. We were awakened by a friend of mine’s mother’s yelling, bitching and carrying on in a drunken diatribe. This went on for 20 minutes or so before we decided to leave the campground and take the dude up on his offer to house us for the night.

Joan and I jumped into her Fiat and proceeded to get the hell out of there. As we were leaving, the intoxicated woman’s son, John, stopped us and asked if he could accompany us - wherever we were going - he needed to get away from his mother. John jumped into the back of the Fiat, which, mind you, is a two seater, and away we went.

We found our destination easily. It was a couple of miles down a canyon road. We found Paul, who we learned was a caretaker for this property. Paul gave the three of us a tour of the property which happened to be a Wildlife Preserve. He showed us an elephant who was chained to a tree stump, then an area which was separated by a chain link fence and housed 86 lions. It was a fascinating place, the lions were beautiful. After showing us the lions, Paul said he needed to take a ****. I stated that I needed to also and we both turned away from the lions and started walking to the house. As an afterthought,Paul, looking over his shoulder, said, “Do not try to pet the lions.” As soon as his words were spoken, Joan screamed the most terrifying scream I, to this day ever heard. I spun around to see Joan clutching her hand while she screamed. Her fingers were attached only by her skin. I immediately remove my shirt and wrapped it around her hand. “Where is the closest hospital?” I asked Paul as John and I brought Joan to the Fiat. John was seated on the trunk of the Fiat holding my shirt around Joan’s hand as I flew through the canyon road not knowing where nor how far the hospital was. This was the first time driving this vehicle on a road I had never traveled.

As I maneuvered a curve traveling at a high speed, the rear tires hit some sand, and the Fiat was slammed into a guard rail. John was thrown down the side of the mountain. Stunned, I made sure Joan was alright, she seemed not to have any injuries other than her hand, then jumped down the side of the mountain in search of John. I was wearing only a pair of shorts, no shirt, no shoes. I found John halfway down the mountain. As I reached him I noticed several people approaching. They were from a campground at the bottom of the mountain, had heard the impact of the Fiat hitting the guard rail and came to see if they could be of assistance. One of them was a nurse and she began treating John. I ran back up the mountain and found Joan being attended to by the paramedics, which was a needed relief. Immediately I ran, more like slid, down the mountain where the nurse was giving John CPR. He was alive. I sat down placing his head in my lap, he was looking up at me. Seconds later, he was dead. I ran back up the mountain to see that Joan and the paramedics were gone. I ran back down, looked at John, then it hit me, he was dead. Devastated, I walked down to the campground in a daze. I sat on a picnic table and wept for I don’t know how long.

A married couple who were camping there asked me if I needed a ride home.This was hours after John died. These kind people drove me home where I passed out in my bed. The next morning the CHP were at the door and I was subsequently arrested for DUI, Hit and Run. I was taken to Men’s Central Jail in Downtown LA, where, I was told I would remain for my safety, in case John’s parents wanted to get revenge. John’s dad, a wonderful human being, demanded my release. John’s family helped me through the aftermath. If it wasn’t for their kindness I don’t know what I would have done.

A couple of months later I am sitting in Juvenile Court (I was 17 at the time of the accident) listening to the Judge read the charges against me: Vehicular Manslaughter, Leaving the Scene of an Accident and Driving While Intoxicated. From the audience I hear a voice asking the judge permission to speak. When I locate the person who spoke, I recognize who it is: the man who gave me a ride home, his wife alongside of him. He proceeds to tell the judge that I did not leave the scene, I was there hours after the accident and that I was not intoxicated.

All of the charges were dropped thanks to a kind stranger. How he knew when my court date was and where, I’ll never know. If by chance either of you kind people are reading this, thank you again.

Wow! The number of people who have read my answer is amazing. Thank you for all of your comments.

Once I started writing about what happened, memories flashed through my mind so fast, I could not write fast enough. As soon as I finished I submitted it. Now, after reading what I wrote, I realize I should have proof read it before submitting it and I left out some critical information:

Joan tried to pet one of the lions and was bitten by a lion. She was taken to Henry Mayo Hospital in Valencia where her fingers were re-attached to her hand. The Doctors did an excellent job.

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America needs a life preserver. Liberty and justice for all are not the reality of today’s America . The system is still rigged against minorities, particularly blacks and Latinos, who are still moved to the bottom of lists.

I think that what we need to convey to people is that this is a messianic cause, with a vision of the good society and government that I think most of us would find terrifying, for the practical implications and impact that it will have on our lives.

We are at a crucial moment in our history, and we will not get another chance, by this cause’s own telling. They say again and again that this is going to be permanent, and they’re very close to victory. So I think we need to be really clear-eyed about understanding this and reaching out to one another without panic.

… [T]he Koch network and all of these people are doing what they’re doing because they understand that their ideas make them a permanent minority. They cannot win if they are honest about what they’re doing. That’s why they’re doing things in the deceitful and frightening ways that they are.

And that, I think, is a sign of great power for the majority of people, who I think are fundamentally decent, and agree on much more than we’re led to believe.

There was brilliance in the billionaire’s bluster. By denouncing free trade and the culture wars, [candidate Trump] was dynamiting the consensus orthodoxy that had dominated Washington for many years. This orthodoxy had, among other things, made possible endless sell-outs of working people by Democrats, who could savor their Tom Friedman columns and celebrate globalization’s winners and still count on the votes of the angry working class because such people had ‘nowhere else to go.’ Clintonism would only work, however, as long as Republicans did their part and adhered to free-market orthodoxy. Take that consensus away and leave the Democrats as the only party of globalization, and they would immediately be exposed to a working-class revolt within their ranks. … Trump was openly calling for such a revolt.”