Plugging Jason’s Excellent Blog

As y’all know, y’r friend and humble narrator has been notoriously unconcerned with his gaff of late. Squatters have started to move in. I care not. Our brother, and fellow autiste, Jason, has the beginnings of a fantastic blog. He’s a better man than I, and a better writer too… Posting proof so as to support my contention…

California is a vanishing dream, a hot mirage on the freeways, back dropped by golden hills and a hot brassy-blue sky. It’s my adopted home. Sooner than later, I will have spent more of my life living in California than that of my native New York State. I will shortly be able to call myself a “Californian”.

It’s not a bad a place to live but I see a slow lumbering beast crawling back to its cave to die, and its death will be slow and painful. I don’t pine or pray for this, but I see it as inevitable. Sometime, somewhere as the fires of the late 1990’s died down I came to the conclusion that in California (if not the rest of the nation) that we were at that point when the “red light” comes on in the pilots’ cockpit of a plane. The light means that “you don’t have enough fuel to make it back to your original destination; for better or worse the flight must press on to its destination…” Which is Airstrip One.

Read more here.

The furniture business is a racket full of shady underdealings, always approved credit, employees paid in cash, and probably a front for some other shady dealings (snuff films, meth running or some sort of money laundering).

Kind of like the men who sell, talk about and preach “Game”. It’s never too late for you! You will be approved! You just have to learn and apply! Come on in and we’ll tell you what you need to hear! Our customers approve! Testimonies! Step right up! We’ll talk down to you. Shame you……and then proverbily slap you because you came back asking for more information or help. The ironic thing is that there is a huge market for this, and it doesn’t seem to be letting up. Like that furniture store……..no returns, no exchanges. They don’t remember you if you happen to come back.

Much more here.

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