If you think the US-ISRAEL-IRAN conflict is real …

Here are some wildcards worth thinking about:

  1. Will Iran use its ability in the area of anti-satellite tech, and if they do could this trigger Kessler Syndrome?
  2. Will Pakistan end up supporting Iran?
  3. Does China/Russia et al see the handwriting, finally, and decide on a decapitation strike against the USA? (MAD works against us in this case)
  4. Does Trump try to invade Iran?
  5. Does Iran have nukes and are these distributed to the separate 31 commands?
  6. If Iran has nukes, are any of them mounted on ballistic missiles?
  7. Does the MOSSAD assassinate Bibi in order to forestall WW3 and the utter destruction of Israel?
  8. What does $200/barrel oil look like? What happens to diesel prices immediately? What happens to the derivatives and CDS dark markets with >$200/barrel oil?
  9. Can the USA rapidly increase its production of critical weapons? (probably not)
  10. Will rational minds in WA DC join forces to impeach Trump and stop the war? (probably not) AIPAC owns our government at this point.
  11. Will Israel exercise the SAMSON OPTION if Israel is threatened existentially?
  12. What will regional “neighbors” do if it looks like Iran is winning?
  13. Is the USA ready for a humiliating exodus from the Middle East, militarily?

“It’s the dams …”

  1. not the abnormally warm water, in some cases giving spawning salmon heart attacks
  2. not the nasty shit falling from the skies
  3. not the lack of predictable or consistent snow pack

nope …

it’s the DAMS …

(which is partially true)

(but that’s WHY this is a limited hangout)

Link: https://www.king5.com/article/news/investigations/investigators/seattle-fish-passage-investment-skagit-river-investigation/281-6a700eb6-a546-4733-b74d-a96be5692498

CUBICLE LAND (from the YEAR 2000)

I have spent many hours,
passing my glass of existence,
around the table to those next door...

Burning up what life has left,
burning up life...

The office worker becomes mystified,
the mystification extends past the line.

The white-collar mystification
portends something new,
something as yet untold.

The amazement at bureaucratic poetry,
the amazement at structural dishonesty,
being amazed by institutional chaos.

Passing my glass of life,
Next to my cubicle.

Breathing and carrying-on,
talking,
chatting,
waiting for the next break.

A copier machine sends false light,
shedding copies,
shredding freedom,
echoing promise,
releasing energy of pent up anger,
at forces all too well known.

Idle time is spent like this,
wandering corridors of my spirit,
looking for multi-tasking conversation,
to guide me home.

The Hospital’s Guest (from 2012, when my sister died)

I remain.
Monstrous forces beckon
on the periphery of spirit.
Jaundiced faces,
with bodies cloaked in white,
awaiting the mistress of bile.
Creatures without solace,
growing within,
never to be satiated till finality is met.
And each day's bill must be paid.

I remain.
Not without merit and seeking only compassion.
My friends and enemies mixed company.
My wallet heavy with paper and light with wealth.
I will not dispel the witch's glance.
I shall,
instead,
curry favor with the devil
in defense of good health.

I remain.
Steadfast and ill.
Blood stained and soulless.
Comprehensive and narrow-minded.
Death to the participant
and director of this farce.

So, go ahead.
Check-in to this factory.
Make yourself known to fools.
Allow their wretched hands to wrench your body.
Make merry in their medieval dungeon.
They remain.
They will stay.
Their God or gods are not your forebear;
they forsake even the light.
The pain you suffer is not theirs.
The drugs they dispense are not for you.
No comfort,
because...

I remain.
Awake and emptying out slowly.
A soul's distance
no further than the door.

I remain and hope that
some loving angel takes my breath.
That this same angel may usher me home.

Be careful of fortresses you build …

This is the last place I lived before my divorce …

A place I built to hide from the world.

In the right circumstance a fortress can be a healthy place of renewal.

In the wrong circumstance, this fortress we build for ourselves can become a grave, a coffin.

Be forewarned: any fortress you use to hide from the world will also prevent the world from welcoming or acknowledging you.