I am finally recovering from a pneumonia which started over a week ago.

One night, during one of the fever induced nightmares, I kept seeing myself running down the middle of a street chased by unseen monsters.  It was a street out of my childhood, I recognized the houses and the trees, even the neighbors, but the disconcerting thing was that the traffic was coming in the opposite direction it should. I kept dodging cars and buses coming from unexpected directions at intersections. All traffic was running in the opposite direction. Suddenly I woke up, agitated and sweating.

The TV was still tuned to Faux Noise as I had left it on when I felt asleep. Thoughts raced through my mind. Then something clicked.

I had woken up from one nightmare into another.  In this real nightmare America is ruled by monsters and everything is going backwards; the world hates us, we have become the greatest debtor nation ever, torture is rampant, the Constitution means nothing, war has no end.  Let’s call it the anti-America.

It reminded me of a David Lynch film. In a strange way, this gave me hope.  

Much more over the flip.

I just watched "Fire, Walk With Me" for the umpteenth time.

I'm convinced that David Lynch's whole oeuvre is based on the exposure of sex-and-power memes and structures that should be unacceptable to any conscientious human being.  I'd like to say that he wants to (at first) question the patriarchal clan-rape nature of football towns... and he dares go way deeper.

There is a death-and-pain-eating proclivity among the powerful. They demand garmonbozia, and the parades and displays and consumer-frenzy just feed it.

Bohemian Grove is not just a swell time for the fellas.  Listen carefully, and kick these sick fucks to the curb.