Nov 6, 2021
Freebies for the Masses
no food here, sorry! Just writing
https://civileats.com/2017/11/15/these-researchers-dug-through-peoples-garbage-to-find-out-why-we-waste-fooddigging-into-the-psychology-of-food-waste/ *I am one of these researchers, I really am. Because, you see…
I am homeless and I have become adept at carefully filching from trash bins, among other places, to get a regular food infusion. But now the Corona Virus time. So what do we learn? Well, in my experience rather than seeing fewer wasted foods in trash receptacles, there are more. If we expected something else, like a shortage, the result of investigation is that rather than anticipated dread or feared food crisis attached to COVID-19, there is more. So, what I am seeing is more food. There are lots of big portions too. This kind of seems very kind of wrong to me. I don’t think people should waste like that. Persons are worried; my theory is that, in they anxiety they still have got plenty. So, they are munching and tossing; they eat it, so as I figure they are getting interior psychological security by buying, then they throw. They have more than they need. Rather than the other. As a result of this nervous over-buying, a lot just gets thrown out. This over-abundance is the result of that. I do not exactly find it a good thing. Notice my utter lack of self-interest economics.
What is the “market”? What is the correct explanation of how an economy is able to function? Why does the economy work?
It has to do with who the people are, and it has to do with their social benevolence. This social benevolence is simply a fact, one that creates a valid society. You do not get the capitalistic situation by only gladiators fighting. There needs to be some other aspect to any society’s vitality / functionality.
“Who they are” means they have human rights — and that is more that just the right to be a dot. Or a line on some graph.
the right to be a /h u m a n
The most basic aspect of being a human is that of compassion
So, you ask: How did the market function — ? in 1700 — ? in 1800 — in 1900 — ?
No it wasn’t “self-interest.”
It had some compassion, and the compassion is what saved the economy, in 1700, in 1800, in 1900. I mean “saved” in the sense of “necessary.” Save for the compassion, you can say, there is no economy.
(A Text below, on Adam Smith): What kind of decision-making was Smith talking about?
Specific Solutions
work at a given moment.
There are specific responses that may be effective. They do not take into account the long term. They take into account the quarterly perspective or perhaps a few years. That is not the same as discovering a plan for say (even) one or two generation, much less protecting the planet.
We very often do think in these sorts of short-term ways.
These are the specific solution to a smaller, but not a larger, context.
Solution come in a variety of sizes, but the solution to a small problem does not apply to a big problem.
The solution Smith addresses seem to be the smaller solutions.
The solution for the average Burger King patron is that of using he hand to place food in mouth orifice. The solution here satisfies the human impulsiveness. (The person sitting next to me is so keyed-up that the first time he tries to put food into his mouth, he misses. The B. K. “Whopper” is a specific kind of food, engineered to provide an instant burst of flavor that lasts maybe ten or twelve seconds. And…now he need his next shot. “Fast food” is a solution for a specific period of time — either one day or twelve seconds depending on how you look at it.
The world of today is a lot different than the world of yesterday was. I have lived in both so I know damn well they are different.
When we thought of the world of the 1920s, it was something very old-fashioned — whereas in the 1960s, where I was, things were modern.
I had no idea that things were not done changing. I worked a small job, then. I moved into an apartment.
I was in a small basement apartment. You go to the laundromat; you clean your clothes.
Well, I can tell you: some things have not changed. I still go there, to clean my clothes, but now I sleep outside because I am without a stable residence (or “home-less”). I know damn well I am sleeping outside, because I’ve been doing it for four years!
This world of today is highly, highly articulated. Everything rums by computer. Everything that was “cool” in the sixties (O beloved sixties) has been laminated in (space-age) plastic and put on a shelf for permanent display — or at least until the end of the world when we finally realize we made a mistake. Or, maybe: a virus escapes from Wuhan, China and kills 3/5 of the total global population. Which -if in the sixties -would have left two billion but at this point will remain about 2.5 billion.
It is getting better now. China has to go back to the old drawing board and come up with some new “Communist” disease (it looks exactly like the capitalist one did).
For about 195 years, I think “change” was just a natural part of a progressive nation. Then came the 1970s.
Abbie tried. He eventually felt he had to commit suicide — in despair. Of course Abbie (H.) never ran for president. It was too much of a long shot.
So, they took the motherfucking tail fins off of the cars. They put a man on the moon, and Nixon “Watergated” all over the place, finally being exposed for the liar or the phony or whatever he was (or that he was). That situation was like paving the way for Trmup.
Here you have a little bit of the reason, you see. So, now you have knowledge of why I am nostalgic for the 60s. All the good things were already there. If you wanted to travel in space, you went in little tiny cute little capsules.
This is the way to be. But noooo — everything has to get more and more articulated.
Listening to them tell me to go get vaccinated is responding to:
“Shut up and do as we say”
Which American should do that? Is that what Thomas J. Jefferson had in mind? (T. J. Jefferson?) Important point: the vaccination program brings out the truth about the governing regime. Which is, that they are saying that we have no right, we are insane, we are killing everybody, we are to be controlled.
They cannot get loyalty on the policies they shove down our throat. All they have is a vaccine. The vaccination idea reveals a fundamental desire to control us.
I see that government is unable to treat their own fellow Americans with respect. They have zero in common with their own populace.
Stop obeying them
(Yes, get vaccinated. I am only using it as an example. The vaccines do not seem a specific health threat, so I do not care if you take the vaccination.)
To clarify: I am not asking others not to get vaccinate. I am interested in what the vaccination program means, or in the nature of the program.
A little adventure I had. A man appears. Then I see that it is more of a boy. His determined stride has a purpose, so it would appear — it is a false hope. It is a hope that’ll be extinguished. It cannot abide. Cannot remain sustained. We all know everything is coming undone. This is not something that is reflected on the inside. Somehow, what we see is the world’s purpose coming undone. This isn’t something created by us. It is exterior. it is an objective sort of unfolding social fact.
The white, Protestant, European story crumbling.
We desire of looking at this exterior fact when we should be looking within.
There are structures — these, when finally they don’t work, they are brittle as candy. It is clear that the system in power, politically, is going to fail.
Something — maybe not really political at all — is going to end, expire, be extinguished. And I do not mean internal elusion or desire.
Not that one may push it or force. When it happens, it happens.
Poem
Never Leave a fingerprint
Never leave a fingerprint,
Wherever you may go
Who is watching is no more than why —
Even they are curious, because
So hungry to know
Still — you should not leave your fingerprint! Because we
……. . . . . . . . . . do not know which way it’ll go
can somebody please tell me how to get the poems to read as single lines not so far apart?
We had a family, for some time, actually. Unfortunately our dad died, from smoking a poison cigar. I would never wish him dead, as much as I suffered mentally from the abuse. I actually want to say “psychologically,” OK?
In the family I had, our dad always “corrected” us. Like we were so stupid. As if we were always wrong. And I mean always! It isn’t very likely anyone could actually be wrong that much!
Dad just had a fucking problem. Well, dad kicked off in 1971. I moved the record played into the living room, after that.
And we only go around once in life.
(this is a total like “lie.” He died in about 2010, or old age. It is just a fantasy story!)
The Kids Are Alright
paying through their cellphones
In the big city of Miami all the people gotta live
together.
Hey, Poochie!
Today’s going to be quite an adventure (projected).
“I’ll have a grande” (more brainless wonder to get through at Starbucks café. The barista people in the Starfucks are sooooooo… stoopid that it takes me (an obvious genius?) a few minutes to recover from that experience. But -of course -if you have knowledge then anybody that does not possess it — ? looks stoopie to you.
And, in a society that does not reward intelligence, what did you expect?
Persons enter St-buck*: they go immediately to the take-aways post. They have already paid through their cell phones and now they will go to their important jobs. They exchange no more than a word or two with the baristas, who remain the stupidest persons in the universe.
If you ever talk to them, everything they say about their coffee is false. I know: that I am spending a lot of my valuable writing time on “coffee store lore” when I could be discussing whirled peas or something.
But, we all gotta live together in Miami.
Starfucks therefore must get a certain amount of space.
Once the educational system gets through with us, we are ready for the real world. These people ‘ave trule matriculated into the larger universe.
You become (after all that school) a stupid person and (this is the good part) you go to live in the stupid world, w/ other stupids! You call each other “smart.” If you were actually smart, you would know how stupid every 1 is.
But then it would all fall apart. But…
No! The kids will keep it alive
