Nervous in spite of understanding Mr. Nietzche

Thank You, Magj. Nothing to report yet, a few kids getting shot, because of the drug war, getting caught in the crossfire, where the intended target was papa, accosted because of a bad drug deal. A parade is coming Sinologist Frstival coming , the biggest festival here, celebrating Santo Nino, which is the festival of the Infant Jesus. It will take place on Sunday, Jan 15. I will hope to get some photos and send them along if possible.

How beautifully is life layer out like a map, the celebration of childhood, the veneration of childish naïveté of idyll, one has to wonder whether the aims of civilization is to extend that idyll?

The fate of the world depends now on those who can overcome the shallow, deceitful political hypocracy born out of self interest. And it is not going to be Trump, I assure you gentlemen. The handwriting has been on the wall for so long now, that only children can see the nude affrontery under the emperor’s clothes.

Back to the Waterfront. Check coming in 1 week minus 1 day for time differential. Lost again a bundle at the casino here, went to water Island Casino, the miss Universes arrived for the swim suit competition tomorrow, didn’t go there, came back here, then counting the days until next pay comes in cause lost everything at the casino. Have enough to cover some, and have enough for booze until then. Not really worried.

As luck would have it, there is a US Council here, so if strung out, can conceivably ask for re-patriation loan. I wish I could stop the gaming, but can’t let go of the bottle.

How could anyone be sorry here for losers, with kids dying on sidewalks, of lack of family and nourishment.

Most assuredly we will survive despite the supposed changes come tomorrow.

There may not be firecrackers going off for sure like 4th of July, but the bikers will be sure to form a gordion knot around him, and everyone knows their tough!

I think all these Hollywood celebs are merely envious of Trump’s performances, and they see their own vocalizations as some sorts political statements!

Now really, Obama got a Nobel, but Trump should get
the Oscar! There is no other act in town coming anywhere near his outstanding, earthshaking performances.

Kudos to Trump!

The venue could be visualized, as some celeb outfitted in the garish gowns and tuxes, making the announcement, with great effect and pomposity opening the envelope -

And the winner for best actor IS:
Donald Trump for ‘How I drained the swamps , to make America great again’-followed by thunderous applause, and a grinning Trump seen catapulting up
to the podium.

This would have been a lot more gratifying, to say the least, then the what they call the grand Ol’ ’
reality show’ going on in a tedious anticlimactic
manner being displayed in all it’s disgusting forceseeability.

But like they say, give the poor rich guy a chance, perhaps it’s a case of anti-charisma necessitated by some sort of manifest , misunderstood destiny.

Leaving here maybe next week, sorrily missing the Trum(a)p-n Show. Reality stars usually mix fantasy from reality, because they only know, only too well, after all, that THERE is a camera before them. But in spite, they want the audience believe, that they are not aware of this distinctions.

That is why they get hooked into the idea, as the picture consists of only a one way mirror.

But which way?

The Way. That’s it. Go with the flow, or. Stand your ground. Or the man in between. Or, All Three. Is that at all possible?

Yes, yes, yes it is. It has to be not only possible but most likely. It is Manifest Destiny. Don’t worry it will lad you on. No doubt about it.

Today’s thought: Getting worries. No need someone whispering in my ear. There is kinship. Wonder of wonders, after reading Arthur Miller’s Cruicable the umteenth time, that the majority, if there is one can be quite senseless. Trump is so much like Joseph Macarthy was, that it makes my skin crawl. I have developed scabs on account of itching, but then: read somewhere, that Ibama was the Billionaires Puppet, but Trump is the real thing. He does not need any hiding, he has come out of the Capital’s closet to simply bask in the eternal sunshine of what Maslow would characterize as the actualised man, the man with every conceivable thing.He has it made in the shade, and does not need any nerdy nothings, including the pitifully wining WASP’s whose only use for him was to get elected. They don’t know this as of yet, but; his plans have gotten more realistic, talking to Bill Reilly, he confessed that some campaign promises may need more time, like maybe the end of next year, and given the breath of WASP intelligence, such may be forgotten by that time. The art of the deal. Chomsky says of him, he is a con man, like McArthy, a self possessed, seeker of grandiosity, a pompous self promoter living on exposure and free publicity.

And then , some say that is precisely what’s good for this underachieving populace, lacking in energy, imagination, confused within the parameters of shady identity, where the logic of it is sucked in by he confusing array of assumptions underlying the great social mix. The mix works only if there us a force upward, stagnation sucks people into a conondrum of atypical doredom and confused lack of character, due to unresolved conflicts derived into simpler elements leading to the truth about it:the disclosure of the true biased and unhinged nature of denial and eventual destructive conflict.

Philippines: Klanish and racially assimilated social identity, the optical manifestations of similarity near identity, posing no antithesis, but a culture frozen and unkempt by poverty, and xceot the billionaires over there, who never bother to look into tha murrir, because they don’t care what the look like, either to them selves nor to anyone else.

Most here are preferable, and still entertain the notion, that it is always better to be able to reinvent one’s self, and present that, even if they are stymied in that effort, after all, there is some La La Land in everyone, here, and everyone likes to give the benefit of doubt, especially if it comes through as a good laugh. If not, well then move on.

Move on, or shut the …up. A lot of comedians learned this the hard way, ever since the year of the cat, and now comedy is taken seriously, and there is nothing more horrifying to a comedian than stop being funny. There is a full time psychiatrist at the Laugh Factory in Hollywood since suicides there called for some stop gap measure, it being bad business and all.

It’s getting harder all the time. People are too serious when times get hard, while the billionaires’ club gets fatter and rasher. Still predict that only a very few hidden trillionaires will achieve such a stratum, but perhaps economic fascism is better then the real thing.

We already know what comrades can do to each other, and between the two, really, there is nothing much else to consider, ideology had reduced that ad absurdism into a digital program of Y/N; drugs remain the only exit only unto a Brave, New World.

But these newly developed drugs must be precision manufactured, mixing only an exact recreational type with the legitimately therapeutic. Otherwise, there soon may appear a new psychic venue: the legitimized lack of the will to live, with increasing methods of techniques of euthanasia. Nature being what it is, I predict a cataclysm, which will change everything.

I already predicted the North American onset, but the cataclysm itself, the grand finale, is already underway in the darkness under which most sleep. That reminds me, the list I owe you is coming so you can investigate while you still have a physical body to return to. When you are bored in your hotel room, you can assert your will (its an alignment of your state of being) and tarry off.

Yes, by all means, send it to me. On the cataclysm, I agree, some call it a long coming prophetic process coming through, the Tribulation, whether or not the distinction merits it’self is questionable, however it is more likely then not.

Now I can see where the antichrist was a negative crucifixion.

Particular war in the art of Invisibility.

Guillaume Apollinaire

Oh Lord, what if MR. trump is not merely narcissistic, but an over the top crazy psychopath, according to a bunch of psychiatrists? They are fearful to put his condition to show, but one Harvard man said, that if you had to pit confidentiality rules between patient and doctor against national security, would that argument really fizzle away?

He does have his finger on the nuke button, after all He IS Commander in Chief.

The Eagelton affair blew up a lot of dust, because of a short period of treatment for depression for that man. However, can perhaps, and thus perhaps was also brought up, can not s crazy as a fox possibly be even more dangerous than the real thing, since who knows how much hidden treatment went into his head?

Are You afraid, yet, very afraid?

He is a lot shrewder than his hero Nixon, and more power hungry, so if there ever be a real try at impeachment, he will be counting again on his conspiratorial followers to bail him out. They will do anything, they have been scientologized by very clever mind control techniques, subliminally planted by a very computing prectitioner of the arts.

Naivety and the risking it all, is a verb as mix, if, it is naïveté.

The medium IS the message, what would Mc’Luhan say about the present predicament?

Just thought of something re:Trump.

Me thinkin’ there is more to this then meet the eye. It came suddenly without warning, like on the wings of cherubs.

If that is the case, the switch reels, we should all bow down to him, and consider him a hero, not a villain.

In that case I would love the man and feel a tremendous pity for him.

But only if the following scenario WAS the case:

If the very superior super duper far advanced military computers of both Russia’s and the US’s military has come to the unavoidable conclusion, that with a remaining 0 ideology, in a post modern world, apart from the necessary close co operation of both previous superpowers, ALL would be lost. Try to get this notion into the people of the world, still hanging on to the notion of the fate humanity hanging in the balance of a no warning before launch scenario. Most people not aware of advance warning and direct telephone lines between prez Putin and Trump, may not know their history, that the Cuban Missle Crisis brought on . In that time the doomsday clock advanced perilously close to human extinction, including all other species.

What if, the present time swings on an equally compelling delicate balance?

Dualism is alive and well, and thank you Jesus I am a Kantian, for leaving this long shot open to my mind, otherwise I don’t know, I may become futilistically and hopelessly lost.

If the above scenario has a chance of being real, then I will go to Russia myself, and kiss the ground Putin walks on, as well.

What is reality, versus delusion? I think of my attendance at RDLaing’s appearance at USC, where the notion was introduced, asking him of the ‘levels of experience’. Surprisingly, that question pre emoted M.Guy Thompson’s essay, ‘The Primacy of Experience’ in R.D. Laing’s Approach to psychoanalysis’.

He mentions the ‘levels of experience’ , as well. Replacing Freud’s concepts of intention with Heidegger’s intentionality,the cognitive precedent becomes obvious, on the face of it, by a metaphoric use of the word. In other words, it corresponds to the notion that the sub conscious does not begin a bad faith use of the elements of the sub conscious by an objective-literal sense, but in a sense of experiencing on different albeit non linear sense the painful experience, and merely and conveniently forgetting it.

It becomes not a deliberate ruse of self deception, but a total lack of being able to re-connect that level of reality, which consists of an untreadebke proposition of truth, the standard to which, as by way of comparison, does not exist.

Now, my experience of testing reality in terms of an exposure to the real intentions of someone in context whom I felt happened to be beguilingly there, perhaps fatalistically being there, almost as if obeying higher cosmic rules and mechanisms, or perhaps set up, as a test of fidelity, by others interested in me; mirrors, in Lacan’s sense, my own internal sense of the content of reality, pitting the inner and outer realms as either exhibiting a dual, or continuous aspects.

The discontinuity, as an expression of bad faith, is where Laing breaks with the existentialists, and in stead uses Husserl’s phenomenological exploration into the realms of the self and others. The deception occurring there is not a deliberate estrangement meant to over ride the intended excluded content, neither is it a case of wanting to believe it, which will eventually become a case of believing in it as a function of ‘Truth’. It is simply, rather, the inability to experience the IT, as a result of not experiencing the ‘voice’ of that experience, not on some re pressed level, but on a level which the experience had become expressible. It is through primary experience only that awareness becomes open, and repression cannot become opened through any other channel, either in Freudian analytic terms or, in terms of a primary experience in existential terms, because neither can re-trace to the original bracketed experience in its particular ediectic, nor phenomenal level.

The truth to the libidinal problem suggested above sets a tone to which the following solution may apply: if, the situation was set, or pre-set, as a test, then truth value analysis is unnecessary, since the set up would become void, do to its inauthentic structural level.

The second notion again is invalid, because of the difficulty in establishing correlation, between intention and intentionality, between singular players as individual part takers or, variable players seeking a single theme; as best expressed in the play, 'Six Characters ‘In Search of an Author’. Here, the players focus shifts toward a common theme, veering away on self analysis, away from questions of whether they are acting out of good or bad faith. It is the interaction whic determines a possible outcome, whose intentionality becomes a secondary derivative.
The delusion develops out of development of succeeding interactions, hopefully, and not through a dramatic action by adoption of either one of the ways in which ‘truth’, or ‘reality’ could be discovered. If, the notion is adopted, that a discovery of what’s going on is adopted, then engaging by at least two players of a particular theme, is a sine quo non.

I think Trump’s reality, can not be gathered as either as a test of how far he can push the envelope of civil obedience and constitutional adherence qua in terms of bad or good faith, since his intentional use of executive power can not be limited by, or to a singular intention. This is his problem, or will soon become appearant, when he expresses such ideas as ‘I know this better than the judges, or the generals’

The politics of his experience, will necessarily drive these notions toward ‘Real Tests’ , of executive privilege, having perhaps not having experienced them as necessary ‘Parts’, in his experience.

To analyze this, an outer, post futuristic approach may very well be appropriated.

Laing has been instrumental , much more than any other thinker in the pursuit of higher understanding of how persons tinker in pursuit of supposed common good.

That the Twilight of The Idols need a new Dawn, will likely be serried in the next few years. It is a terrifying thought, yet, idolatry has not yet been completely erased from the dictionary, and it never will. Perhaps it is just as necessary, however it’s
aesthetic relation to a primordially visual antecedent, will bring to focus the poison to become its own medecine. For that reason it is said, if He doesent
exist, Heneeds to be created. Idolatry is as
illusionary, as the difference between a child’s innocence, and the social decay accompanying the vanity of Schopenhauer, and the unsuccessful
attempt at a new Dyonistic reclamation. Nietzche’s offering was predictive and not a prescription.