“...Resident Elect”

 

(...I just found this 2016 file of a demented dream of power.)

Once upon a time:

I think I'd make a neat President....I mean now that we know 'anyone' can get the job. I'd be a totally insane Boss of Bosses down in D.C. Unlike our recent patients there I'd have fun with shit. First off, I'd have a "Department of Happy Surprises" Fed-Ex everyone nice stuff. Cans of non-salt spam tickets to the ball game free cable lollipops 1956 classic Thunderbirds with free gas to start. Everybody gets a present no exception no returns. Hey what's government for?

We'd have the Army Navy 'n damned Marines set up emergency field clinics everywhere...I mean 'everywhere' because this shit we're in is a national Disaster. Special attention to the Homeless the abandoned elderly the strung out the hungry runaway kids the laid off the uninsured abused wives’ families. Make like we was just nuked, and we're putting shit back together because it ain't all that different from that. 

A "Department of Chefs". New chefs all over the place cooking up 5 Star meals for everybody that wants or needs 'em.. That, and delivered by our Army...heck if I was a kid, I'd join up to be part of this swell stuff. Imagine them new giant ass ‘King Stallion’ choppers landing in the middle of a forsaken city or town. That and keen to serve G.I.s pouring out to feed the hungry comfort the sorrowful and heal the wounded. "Protect and Serve" finally come to life!

Also perhaps an "Institute of Safe Desserts”. This would in league with the UN. Basically, fixing it so creamy yummies won't give ya cancer diabetes or bad vibes. Figuring out how to make all the world's yummy stuff safe to eat...without killing the damned flavor! We went to the Moon sent two Voyagers to the stars and have bleeping robots fucking around on Mars. I think we could do this too.

All this, and tons more in the first year or so...I mean besides building the ‘Woodstock Stonewall Monument’, and all the usual crap of running an Empire.

"Yes Uncle, but how we gonna pay for all this neat shit?" 

You kidding me? We're the richest bleeping country in all fucking history. It's just in the last fifty years the rich quietly took it all for themselves! This can be easily fixed. Just ask Robespierre, Stalin, and Walt Disney. That done I’ll open the Treasury for the fucking good of the folks that own it. ...You! Did I mention my proposed Constitutional Amendment of the Free Breakfast Lunch Dinner and Dessert?

"...The Paradise Project"

Some culture veterans will remember "Paradise Now" as the name of a Brave Brilliant Life Changing play by the "Living Theater" back in the Sixties. That plea still echoes loudly in our society. The resistance to the madness of #45 in particular by Women is just the latest expression of that desire.

A world where all is shared kindness, and introspection is a given. In the west we've been trying to bring such a world about for some centuries now.

At least since the Peasant Revolts of the 14th/15th centuries.

That great experiment of the Enlightenment the founding of the United States of America is a contradictory hopeful yet inconsistent ongoing try. The further attempted revolutions of the 19th, and 20th centuries...sadly just made things worse.

We should remember the 17th century Diggers of Britain. Google them folks. These the Great Grand Parents of assorted Utopian Dreamers. Land reformers ecologists early Civil, and Sexual Rights movements. Bohemians of all sorts through the centuries. Those bunches of artists, and visionaries gleeful nutters with hearts of gold.

Them Diggers like the recent Beatniks Civil Rights folks Hippies, and the renewed movement for the Humanity of Women all wanted, and want the goods produced to be held in common...the land too. Basically, all should be happy, and free. "The Pursuit of Happiness". Perhaps the most revolutionary part of the American experiment. This was the first time it was written down and put into an official document. This as a serious proposal of a way of life.

Those 14th century Peasants trying to take their land back from the Lords would have recognized this at once.

No one should live in want. The whole messy lot of us will share, and help all around us, and basically have a good time.

"Have a Good Time" "...Pursuit of Happiness for all.

Not just those in an "ownership" tax bracket.

The Christians started out this way before they became a religion. Some seem to be trying to move back to that...hopeful.

Pessimists would say that "We can Dream it, but still can't Do it".

I think that Paradise is hard. Hard to dream, and Hard to make...not impossible, just Hard.

Making the Atomic bomb was hard too. However, with total dedication, and the use of vast resources they made the damned thing...and plenty of them. The maniacs have been refining it ever since.

Imagine...

Imagine if that sort of dedication vast resources, and some Pixie Dust were put towards the "Paradise Project".

Unlike the Manhattan Project nothing would be secret it would all be out in the open for all to see, and if they wanted to help with. The "Paradise Project". A plan for mass joy as opposed to mass death.

That's what we're doing. All of you so many. That's what thoughtful folks have been part of all these centuries.

That's what we have to keep at no matter what.

"The Pursuit of Happiness."

"...ice"

What with summer starting remember to put out small bowls of ice for the fairies. The Ice Fairies especially. They freak out in the heat. So every year about just this time. I remind folks to put out  saucers of ice out for the sweaty wee bunch.

I guarantee the ice will be gone in the morning.

My Pandemic Journal two years ago today. Once upon a time.

Emerald City. Day 78. ...I think.

Today I sat at my bedroom window. I put a lot of work into it. A pre-war apartment. Lots of woodwork and stone. Plastering painting bringing more order into the world.

However.

In addition to the sickness in my building. The deaths here, and on my block. The 100,000 souls lost in this republic to the Virus. * ...the number 10 times more since.

Then our Race War re-ignites. * ...it burns still.

There's the constant sound of ambulances and helicopters all day every day.

So I sat my ladder paints, and brushes ready.

Shadows move across the floor. Night comes curtains billow.