A monument to Decay

Every morning I walk the dirt road behind the Ferry Boat haul out yard to my car. Moving through the fence onto the dirt road you got this boat staring at you. Left behind by a pack of Hippies used to restore old wooden boats. Worked out of the warehouse you see in the background. Warehouse abandoned. Hippies fluttered away like dirty moths. Left behind this boat and other pieces of nautical junk. Ten years this wreak stands against the storms. Awaiting that promised restoration.

I look at it, I think, impressive. I mean, to be impressed you gotta view it as a work of art. A piece of sculpture. Then it becomes something almost grand. But a work of art requires intent. This abandoned old boat was never meant to be observed but restored. So what you’re looking at is a failure.

A victim of dreamers, like a monument to decay.

Are we falling apart?

Yeah, we are. At least I know I am. Look at me. Sitting here at the office, a local Starbucks, blogging this crap to an audience of nobody. (My loyal “enlightened” readers excepted.) I gotta be demented or just plain goofy to keep this up. Could be there’s a psychological condition attached to what I’m doing.

Engaging in a pointless activity, getting nowhere, when I oughta know better.

Little Chippy and his friend. He’s getting nowhere. But he staying in shape. And he’s got a little buddy to run with!

I should be working out instead of blogging.

Forget about my blogging. That don’t mean I’m goofy. Normal people waste their time on more pointless shit. Economists, for example. Doesn’t necessarily mean they’re goofy.

Nor does it imply decay.

A surer sign of decay is my old fartdom. Despite those who claim I’m obsessed with old age, the rules of physics rule out argument: Old Age means you’re decaying.

Don’t take my word for it.

“It’s never gonna get better.” James Carville said in an interview. “You know, today is the youngest you’ll ever be for the rest of your life.” He was talking about President Joe Biden. But he was also talking about himself, at 79, and, for that matter, all the rest of us old farts. But within the context the article he was referring to how Old Joe skipped his chance to do an interview during the Super Bowl half time. Skipping the chance because his staff thinks he’ll forget something and make a fool of himself. And everybody’ll say, “Shit. Look at him. He’s too old to be Prez.” Like being the Prez is different from being the Old Ass Pope where all you gotta do is bless people and say a few words of heavenly shit every other day. You want my opinion? Being Prez is easier than being Pope. How do I know this? I know this because Donald Trump, a birdbrain, was Prez for four years and seventy million or more people think he did a great job.

Zounds! Methinks Trumpworld cometh.

Speaking of goofiness.

Looks like old Trumpy’s on the rebound.

He’ll be President again. People I know are convinced of it. They say, this is a sure sign of decay. The end of Democracy as we know it. More than eighty million people plan to vote for Trump, they say. These are his loyal supporters. You can count on his loyal supporters. LIke my girlfriend, Joan. She’s a Trumpy. She thinks he’s almost as good as Jesus. How do I know this? I know this because when I talk down Old Trump she gets really really pissed. Like I committed sacrilege.

Sacrilege is the violation or injurious treatment of a sacred object, site or person. This can take the form of irreverence to sacred persons, places, and things. 

wikipedia

You can’t talk down Trump to a Trumpy. It’s like you’re talking down Jesus.

Nothing you can do. Best to not talk about old Trump around Trumpies.

Frankly, I don’t think he’ll get reelected. I don’t think he can get reelected. But I was convinced Hillary Clinton would defeat Donald Trump in 2016. And look what happened? So I guess what I think is like not reliable. Which is a sign you’re in decay.

You are a Goofy Brain in this the best of all Goofy Worlds!

I can’t depend on anybody for a straight answer.

Maybe I’ll ask my A.I. Buddy what he thinks.

I don’t use Chat JPT. Or whatever they’re called. Those Dudes are jive ass.

I use DimWit A.I. They get it right about half the time. But they don’t treat you like you’re an inferior being. They don’t pretend they know more than you do, which is nice. Nobody likes to be talked down to. The world is full of know-it-alls and look where that’s gotten us?

So I asked DimWit, “Whatta you think? Are we in Decay?”

“Yeah. Looks like it.”

“Does this mean Old Trump, our former Prez, will be President again?”

“Yeah. Could be. Looks like it.”

“Come on, man! Give me a straight answer.”

“Yes, he will be president again…but I may be wrong.”

“Okay, so tell me this. If he becomes president will he rule as a dictator?”

“Yes, he will.”

“OMG! That’s it. That means Democracy as we know it is gone. Gone! The whole country has gone goofy. We’re in Decay!”

“Oh yeah…shit’s hit the fan here in the Land Of The Free. We’re down the tubes. Don’t take my word for it, but I’d say we’re fucked. And you’re hearing it from DimWit. com. As for Trump. He’ll be a Dictator. But only for a day.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah. He said it. He said, “I’ll be Dictator for only one day.”

“Then what? He’ll go back to being just the Prez?”

“Oh no. After that he’ll be King. Fucker’s got it all figured out. He’s even picked out his palace.”

“No shit?”

“Yeah…I mean, no shit….I forget where it’s located. It’s a big ass castle. Here, I’ll show you a picture of it.

Sleeping Beauty Castle at Disneyland

“Wow! That’s a castle. He’s gonna be like one of those old time Kings, eh?”

“Yeah. Kind of like King Arthur. He’ll have a pack of merry men, hanging around.”

“Wasn’t it Robin Hood had the merry men?”

“Yeah…one or the other. Hey wait a minute. I remember now where the castle stands. Disneyland! That’s where Trumpy plans to rule from. Him and his merry men.”

“Are you sure?”

“No…could be I mean Disney World. That would be Florida, not California.”

“Makes more sense.”

“Does it? That means I’m doing my job! Here, have some beef rice.”

“Beef Rice?”

“Yeah, it’s the latest thing!”

Beef with rice. That’s been around for a while.”

“No, this shit is rice from beef. They make the rice out of beef. Beef rice!”

“Why would I want any of that shit?”

“They’ll be serving it at Disneyland. You watch…..but don’t take my word for it.”

Imagine eating a delicious, nourishing bowl of beef rice. No, not beef on rice — beef rice. That’s what a team of South Korean researchers are hoping to plate up with their newly developed hybrid rice, grown in a lab with cow muscle and fat cells inside the rice grains.

Cnn World

I don’t know, man. Beef Rice does not sound or look TASTY.

Whole idea of it is….Goofy.

Will we be eating Beef Rice when Trump becomes King?

DimWit I.A. don’t know.

I know this much. Trump aint gonna eat any of that Beef Rice. Not Trump. He likes old fashioned hamburgers.

Not medium rare.

Well done.