Rob-world

So I stopped writing in this because I thought Google was shutting down Blogger.  A whole lot has happened since then:  My father died.  I got a new cat.  I bought an apartment:  2 bedroom, in Philadelphia.   Stephen Sondheim died.  The  trache they gave me in Dublin destroyed my vocal cords, and the bashing paralyzed half my diaphragm. So I can longer sing with any of the quality  I halfway  managed before; it's non-existent.  I've stopped finding pleasure in eating or drinking alcohol so I just  don't, for the most part.  This began a while ago, when The Quakers  feared I might not shop properly and discouraged me from shopping, so they took it over, and my so my desire to cook is disabled too; even though my  stove is electric, also carried over from earlier concerns is a fear in others that I might burn myself, or make a mess I  can't clean up;  I'm not allowed to cook, or rather, strongly...

If Trump steals this election too, I’m leaving.   This country will be gone.  Trump will probably appoint himself Presidentt for life, Ruth Bader Ginsberg will probably pass, and then, it’s really all over.  I’m not like those Jews who stayed in Germany as Hitler took Moore and more power.  Probably Ireland as it’s further away, and a bit safer when Russia and America duke it out. 

I strongly believe pandemics, like the one we’re going through right now with the Corona virus, are the Earth’s direct response to perceived threats. They may be somewhat crude in their delivery by our “evolved” standards, but, they are undeniably effective. Let’s look at the last and present one, AIDS.  A disease that passes itself along through reproduction?  Please.  Its natural purpose of relieving Earth by infecting our sole means of reproduction? Pretty obvious. And now we have the Corona virus, it’s only perceivable purpose also being reducing humankind’s threat to Earth’s well being, through things like strip-mining, and increasing pollution. We’re so quick to ascribe God’s praise or assume personal credit whenever things go right in our lives,  but so reticent to accept His or our responsibility when things go wrong, like a virus created with the sole perceivable purpose of relieving the earth of its biggest threat:  us. Viruses don’t re...

Not because I was too tired,   But because I didn’t want to go.  And I had a fun St. Paddy’s Day. Lunch with Marylu planned for after.  But, I was so fucking down,  I really do suffer from near constant depression.  It inhibits every aspect of my life.  Jaime, my love and responsibility for her, keeps me from pulling a header.  But, that’s why I got her. Seriously, that’s all.   But, that’s why I haven’t written anything publishable in months/years.  Right now,  I have no life, outside this apt. A few crumbs here and there, but nothing substantial. Makes sense, really.  No input, no output. I’m desperately waiting for medical marijuana here; my memories of pot, is it acting like a giant lint brush to my mind, clearing out all the crap. My life is so hemmed in. By my lack of mobility, and the abject poverty I still keep myself in.  What. the fuck am I SAVING MY MONEY FOR?

I fell tonight, going to the transfer pole to pull my pants up after taking a shit.   I would’ve called  Butch,  but he’s in/at a poker  tournament  in Rehoboth this evening.  The cool thing for me is, I knew he would’ve just called the cops anyway, so I called them by just tapping the “POLICE button on my watch; bing, bang, boom, Bob’s your uncle. They were here and I was back in my ‘’chair in no time. As I recover, and come back more  & more back into my own, Butch’s job seems to need re-definition at least.