EXPLANATORY RANT (AKA PREFATORY WHINING):
because I am more jammed up than ever – not only the time normally
consumed by the monthly newsletter I edit and produce as an unpaid
volunteer for the low-income senior housing complex in which I live, but
as never before has happened during the newsletter's production week,
the time stolen by the excruciatingly painful labor of preparing for the
federally mandated quarterly premises inspection by which our overlords
ensure we impoverished tenants are spit-in-our-faces reminded of our
place as subhuman, god-cursed garbage near the very bottom of Biblical
Capitalism's malicious caste system – the text accompanying the
following links will be unusually abbreviated, for which I apologize in
advance.
My alternative is to post no Dispatches
at all until Sunday, a surrender to circumstance I am not willing to
make, never mind the necessarily thorough pre-inspection housecleaning
damns me give it approximately 18 of the hours I would normally devote
to volunteer journalism. Thus instead of sitting comfortably at my desk reading and thinking and writing as I would be doing either in relaxed mode for the newsletter or at peak intensity for Dispatches, I am forced by the looming inspection to suffer the
truly agonizing bending and twisting the cleaning chores inflict on my
officially disabled 77-year-old flesh, my disability the legacy of
long-ago back, shoulder and knee injuries that were formerly dormant but
which about a decade ago became hopelessly arthritis-inflamed and will
therefore remain inescapably painful until my sufferings are at last
relieved by the total anesthesia that is the one great blessing of
death. Plus there's the oppressive sense of exhaustion that is the
consequence of both the intensified pain and the breathlessness – the
chief symptom of my slowly but steadily worsening congestive heart
failure – that like some monstrous leaden straitjacket crushes my chest
whenever I engage in unaccustomed exertion, as is required by scrubbing a
dirty linoleum floor or cleaning rugs the thickly woven material of
which makes vacuuming nearly as difficult as mowing tall grass with a
very dull version of an old-fashioned hand-powered mower.
As
they really do say in the theater whether on Broadway or off – this
from the actresses I dated during my Manhattan prime – “the show must go
on.” Hence, without further ado, here's the news:
CAPITALIST POLITICIANS AGAIN SHOW THEIR PLUTOCRATIC HATEFULNESS, this time by reducing the minimum wage and imposing statewide legislation that prohibits minimum wage hikes by any of the given states' cities or counties. An additional report is here.
NAOMI KLEIN'S AWAKENING, LIKE THAT OF THE USIAN LEFT IN GENERAL, amounts to re-inventing the wheel that was first invented by Marx, Engels and Lenin. Nevertheless it makes for encouraging reading.
THEOCRAT PENCE MEETS WITH FELLOW MISOGYNISTS BUT refuses to disclose what was discussed or which JesuNazis participated in the discussions.
TRUMP'S CIVIL RIGHTS HONCHO BUILT HIS CAREER ON MISOGYNY AND HATRED OF LGBTQ PEOPLE, a no-surprise appointment
by the ever-more-brazenly theocratic regime that has already
resurrected the traditionally Christian claims of divine-right sadism
and hatefulness.
(Read the rest of it here.)
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