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Well… This was the second of perfect days for kansas. I really don’t care what the actual temperature is, but it’s cool. Since I don’t run the airconditoner in my old bucket, it felt good coming and going to work. The weather is so perfect that the weather man didn’t give us any of this idiotic “Feels like!” temperatures. “The temperature for today is 86, but with the wind and humidity factored in, it feels like 88 degrees.”

God, it felt so good, I had my arm out the window on the way home. I had all four windows down and it was wonderful. Still, I didn’t see many takers. Everyone still had their windows sucked up tight and sealed with the airconditioner cranked up to artic. It doesn’t make any difference what it “Feels like” outside, because the airconditioner has taken the place for the weather. It Feels like 86 inside the car, but it costs a hell of a lot more than the 86 outside. I guess it is justification for all that oil spilling into the the Gulf of Mexico.

Oh! By the way… Kirby Krier, our esteemed county board member has thrust himself into the news by saying “Art is just a hobby” for a few people in town and the county shouldn’t find itself in the position of funding such an endeavor in the now or the future. Honestly, I don’t give a crap what that idiot has to say, let alone what he thinks. But If I were the rest of the artists, writers, poets, Musicians and the patrons for the arts in this county, I might be or should be offended. Still, I doubt if we hear anything from them.

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I guess my months of doom and gloom have finally paid off. This has all happened before, but not for as long. I guess its best described as “Shifting gears”. Lots of grinding and frustration, but I’ve come out in the end. The results have been really exciting for me.

I’ve been covering the whole sheet of paper with Sharpie pen and then going over the drawing with colored pencil and it just knocks me out how bright things are. I’m really on a roll with this.

They keep trying, but I keep coming out on top. I guess I must be guilty of setting the standard at my work place. I’ve been there for a good year and a half and in all that time, they have hired, fired, lost dishwashers one after another. Not one of them even close to my age. Most of them are about half my age. They either have this attitude that gets them fired or they can’t take the heat and quit.

I don’t remember what the number is on this newest dishwasher, but it has to be around number ten. He looks good, talks good, seems to be pretty intellengent… but he has the same old fatal flaw… He’s just too damned slow. He can’t keep up. This last Sunday was the big test. He’d not been doing very well on the ordinary days. He’d been getting out of the place around 4:00 and 4:30. I’ve been getting out of that place on an average of in and around 3:30 every day. My longest time on the job has been 4:30 and that was on Mother’s day, Fathers day and the day all those fifty soldiers showed up unexpectedly.

Well, like I said, Sunday was the big test. It is the day that separates the men from the boys and the girls from the women. Well… the new guy couldn’t keep up with the customers and they ran out of dishes on the buffet line. he finally finished up the job for the day got around (almost) 6:00 and that isn’t good at all. The last dishwasher wasn’t all that hot himself, but he atleast got finished faster than that.

I guess, no one is gonna top my speed. Still, I hope it happens one of these days so my work will be easier. I’m hoping they find a new old guy and we kick ass in that place. Still… I’m not gonna hold my breath

Wow! My eyes have been opened. I actually read a portion of William Burroughs, “Naked Lunch” this morning. God! I could never read it before. I’ve tired several times, but I just couldn’t wade through the language. Then, today it all feels so good to be able to float through it. I guess it was the same feeling one got when they were able to read cuniform for the first time. And it was all because I’ve been reading really difficult stuff every morning before breakfast. One must read to learn how to read. Now I know how the great violenists learn to play or the opera singer learn to sing… They played and sang everyday, harder and harder… and well, I guess passion has a whole lot to do with the effort and then, one day they found the hard, had suddenly became easy.

For the first time, like the tiltle Naked Lunch, I can see what’s on the end of my fork, before I put it in my mouth.

Thank you for not voting me in. I hope that my running for congress in this last primary election gave you an option, but I’m glad I didn’t win. God forbid if I’d have to go off to Washington to put my muscle where my mouth is. Honestly I don’t have any business being around a bunch of people who don’t know how to stand in the middle of a room and laugh.

Well, I wrote four letters this morning. That has to be a giant improvement in the past four months. I’ve been drawing and writing in my notebooks like a crazy man and now look, I’m typing something on my blog.

There must have been this in ability to decide wether I needed to preserve every word in some sort of word vault. I needed to get it typed out and then run off on a sheet of paper and put in a box so I had this hard copy in case of some terrible disaster…. and something inside me said “I ain’t gonna do it, so there!” and I didn’t do it and nothing happened.

Well… I’ve went back to my good ole fountain pen, my bad grammer, my piss poor spelling, my leaving out words or not completing the word at all or writing down “of” instead of “on”, leaving people scratching their heads and sayint to themselves… “Is this guy really serious? Does this guy really have a master degree in art from a full blown university? Does he even speak English?

Then I had a war with Spell Check… I couldn’t type without checking every sentence in spell check. It was impossible to write under those conditions! I couldn’t draw under that sort of self imposed watching. I say now, “To hell with perfection”. There’s simply too much perfection on this planet. I want to witness a really big screw up now and then.

I’ve been silent all this time, because I just didn’t know what to say… Well, some of it was due to laziness and a portion due to writers block. And here I’d came out with the blog proclamation that I was running for the congress and then I don’t do anything, I shouldn’t get any votes, I understand why.

I guess all this time, I’ve been asking myself, “Where in hell is the opposition in this campaign”? All I’ve seen on the tube, the radio, along the highway is a bunch of hard-right-fundamentalist-ultra-conservative, frightened tea bagger bill boards screaming “The sky is falling. The sky is falling!”

Then there was this terrible oil leak at the bottom of the Gulf of Mexico and there was a bunch of hysteria over that. There were those accusers saying that BP was just a bunch of liars and incompetents and they weren’t doing anything to plug the leak. This bunch screamed and bitched and complained and all this time while BP was working its ass off trying to plug up that hole and what else could they do?

Everyone was up in arms and screaming over how much of the environment was suffering while all the time actually upset over how much money everyone was losing. And then they continued bitching that the government were gonna put restrictions on the future of oil drilling in the Gulf (Which they should have done years ago, because all of this was bound to happen sooner or later). and so, in the end, it’s just the money everyone cares about.

And so, now that the leak has been stopped, the squawking has subsided somewhat, but now everyone wants to get back to normal making money doing all that dangerous stuff they were doing before the accident.

What the hell could I have said in light of all that going was going on? So, I was quiet, because I just didn’t know what to say.

But…. I guess if I’m going to run for United States Senate, I have to present myself to the public. Well… I have no answers for this horrible oil spill. I’m really not interested in to whose, to blame. Talk isn’t gonna plug that pipe. I could just go on talking about it until the cows come home and not one of my words are gonna make any difference at all. So… Maybe we americans can point to the person to blame for this whole horrible mess and then look at the finger and in witch direction we see it pointing.

Now, if we’re people with some spunk, we’ll be pointing the finger right at ourselves. Well, I’m certainly one person to blame for my part in this mess. I drive my car around on many occasions when I could have easily walked. I burn lights I don’t really need in the middle of the night, I’m as obsessed with that spewing oil as the next guy. Its just too bad we all can’t see the problem this way. I propose, that If everyone in this country would simply stand back for a moment and look at who’s really to blame, We’d have the problem cured by morning and all we’d have to do then is plug that well.

I thought of this this after noon. I thought maybe I should just put my self in the race for the United States senate. No party and no campaign. I am offering myself as a alternative to all the same ole thing with a different face. I’m tired of the bipartainship and the accusations and the separations and so I’ve decide to run for the center isle. If I win by write in vote, I will stand in the center isle and wait for everyone to come stand there with me and get something done for a change. To then go to a unairconditioned, windowless room, lock the door and not go home until a compromise is agreed too from all the best ideas of all sides concerned. Come out of that room with real legislation, not always happy, but by god unified in the decisions made.

Now I know I’m not being realistic, but something has to be tried to get this country back together and bound to solve the problems we face.

Also, I will push and pull to get some sort of legislation passed that requires all Americans to shut off one unnecessay light they have been running at night time. Then in time to turn off another and begin to take our night time back. To shut down our airconditioners and sit out on the front porch to keep cool. Get back out and meet our neighbors and take our towns back. I’m sure it will reduce the crime rate and it will certainly reduce our dependence on oil. Maybe our rivers, lakes, oceans will clear up and the globel warming may reside and we will be able to show our children the stars in the sky.

Vote for the “Old Guy!” if you just can’t find anyone else.