Editor’s Note: I was going to muse about the notion of “trust” and some peripheral issues related to public lies this morning. I don’t know about you, but I find myself in a position where I no longer trust anything I hear from anyone. We are apparently supposed to believe in “light” as guidance for voting. Last
In the spirit of things, I checked. I discovered that both “light” and “darkness” are components of every day life, and we are expected to plan for them. The solutions, of course, are to be deferred until some distant point in the future, once power is reassigned. I am sure we will be pleased with how that turns out.
I was talking to an oral surgeon yesterday on matters I will not bore you with. I trusted what he said, other events notwithstanding, and am making plans to travel to Charlottesville to comply with them. I joked with my surgeon’s receptionist about Charlottesville’s prominence in recent history.
Remember? There was the extensive flap about Rolling Stone magazine’s false accusation about some University of Virginia students who allegedly committed heinous, criminal acts, and also falsely depicted others as indifferent to the legitimate- if false- suffering of a classmate. In some strange coincidence, a vigorous public debate about a statue down there has become a symbol for Nazi rioting. It was a civic matter, mostly played out in the town council. Then, suddenly, a lady was hurt in the “mostly peaceful” demonstration that occurred after a large group of allegedly right wing young men suddenly appeared bearing torches.
They were confronted by an equally large group of heroic leftists. Neither group was actually from C-ville, of course. I was suspicious then, and do not trust anything about what happened. I read that the Southern Poverty Law Center, a agitprop group of long standing gave a terrifying estimate of KKK members in the US. They are on the high side, claiming that all 6,000 of them would have had to show up with torches. And I have never seen a Nazi down there in all my visits. So I don’t trust the story, and find it equally strange that some are still talking about it all as evidence of imminent right-wing violence four years ago.
And nothing since- except for BLM and Antifa violence that is not reported, since that is not the preferred narrative. Anyway, it leaves me filled with distrust.
Marlow lives in the Coastal Empire, which appears to have survived the latest plague and returned to normal. I have my doubts about the whole national health emergency, which is to be expected based on the alleged truths about it that have been presented in strange sequence. (Insert common sense disclaimer here- you know, the one where I say I view the situation worthy of taking common sense precautions. Wear a mask if you have to deal with other citizens. Avoid crowds, blah blah). But I am suspicious about the truth that underpins the whole story. Marlow doesn’t even trust the fortune cookies. Enjoy his take. Trust is up to you.
-Vic
Can’t Trust Anything That Comes from China
I’ve long suspected that Chinese fortune cookies are rank speculation.
Given events during the past few months I now feel it’s unsafe to believe anything coming out of China.
Still I feel that it’s worse than that with fortune cookies. They’re not even goddamn fortunes anymore! They are trite little proverbs or harebrained bits of unsolicited advice. The fortunes I’ll take — at the very least they represent possibility. They take their best shot.
Here are some recent fortune cookie paper turds I’ve received. How am I able to recall them, you ask? Because I saved them in a special section of my wallet so that I may occasionally look at them to summon anger. I think it is healthy to hold onto inconsequential, pre-Twitter artifacts that detract from our mental and spiritual well-being. No one should ever love themselves too much.
Anyways:
Before you can do something, you must be something.
Great. Thanks. Bite me.
The cost of something is what you give up to get it.
Ah, a charming tautology. Everyone likes these. Do these writers also work for CNN or American political campaign staffs?
Be the labor great or small . . . do it well or not at all!
BARF. Thanks, Ann Landers. Is she now penning this stuff from beyond the grave behind the Bamboo Curtain?
To lower your stress level, get a cat.
Unless this is a well-cloaked joke about the type of cuisine I just consumed in order to receive this level 5 virus lab broken-chromosome of a message, this might be the worst advice I’ve ever received. I once had a post USN career, hairdresser tell me to get frosted tips. “The chicks are gonna love it, dude.” The chicks did not love it but did laugh at them.
And the pee-ess de resistance, the one malformed insert that managed to stumble ass backwards out of Asia’s advice-land back into fortune-ville offered this prophetic gem:
The current year will bring you much happiness.
Appreciate the hot tip. 2020’s been swell.
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