Real Estate Still In Really Bad Shape

As you know the latest figures on the economy and unemployment applications took a turn for the adverse. Government programs are still being cut. Florida is in really bad shape. Their republican governor, who one by a one percent margin, is really screwing up that state. The governor of Florida turned down 1.2 Billion dollars for a high speed railroad that would have employed a lot of people needing a job, and worked wonders to bail the state out of its financial trouble. But apparently they don't have a recall law in Florida, so impeachment is the only rout to go, and I wish the protagonists there God's speed. The real estate situation seems not to have improved zippidy-doo-dah in the past two years. The percentage of people who own their own homes has continued to fall from the peak reached in 2004, with no prospects of a turnaround. Housing prices continue to drop and people continue to find it difficult to get the financing necessary to own their own home. I guess if you're a speculator now might be a time to buy depressed property. They said however that there are so many homes on the market sitting idle and going to seed, that it will take several years to clear up the backlog. This isn't good. They appear to be making absolutely no progress on raising the debt ceiling. This means however grim the economic picture now, it will only get much worse in the coming year or so as a while new financing crisis presents itself.

They now are saying that cell phones cause cancer. Does this extend to regular land line cordless phones like I have. Them also emit a 5.8 gigahertz signal that's probably in the range of sufficiently short waves to be injurious to health. They say that cell phones are as hazardous as working at a dry cleaning place, or being a carpenter, or working around asbestos. But they also say that they can't exactly put their finger on any direct cause and effect relation when you look directly at the numbers. They continue to say that texting while driving is a much more hazzardous pursuit. Eliminating all 5.8 gigahertz transmissions from our lives would cause too much chaos in our culture. Of course as you know these radar guns that cops use show a much more direct relation to incidents of cancer and the part of the body attacked depends on the way the cop holds the thing as he cruises along.

I was undecided what to write about for my Opus Magnum paragraph. There is no other breaking news. I was going to talk a little about 1998 up through about October, but I don't want to do that. I was going to do a skit involving Neil Savedra coming to Stewart Sutcliffe in 30 AD seeking advice on "what do you do if you want to become a Messiah?" Stewart told me if I choose to do that one I'll get no help from him, because he would never dignify Neil Savedra with an audience because the guy is a worthless nothing. Last night the Miami Heat defeated the Dallas Mavorics in the first NBA final game 92 to 84 if I recall. I decided to sleep on it and figured I would "know what to do in the morning". What I would like to do is talk a little more about the Federation and all that stuff, and try not to make it sound like a Grandpa Simpson rant. First of all I was wondering about the racial content of "Lucasites". In medicine of course lucasites are white blood cells or something and the word "Lucas" means "white" or something. In Dardanian the word "Lucasites" refers to "The pure ones". However they are a quite mongralized group, racially. Let's do a little racial review. And if you find other material of mine to cross check with, be my guest. White Andromadans are half Crestorian and half Andromadan and they have pure white skin and are mistrusted by the other Andromadans. I've been told that the Atlanta Romulans are one eighth Crestorian, one fourth Andromadan, and 5/8 Romulan. But I forget the transition group. That would mean there is some intermediate race that is a quarter Romulan, a quarter Crestorian and half Andromodan, which is bred with a pure Romulan to make up the Atlanta Romulan. Someone is telling me in my headphones now that BOTH groups have been referred to as "White Andromadan". Atlanta Romulans are guardian angels of both Blue Oyster Cult and the Almon Brothers. The Detroit Romulans are 3/4 Romulan and one fourth Andromada, but in this case it's Andromada D, where all the previous references were for Andromada E. There is a minority known as "half breeds" (they hold it as a term of honor) that are half Andromada D and half Romulan. Now there is also the Del Rio group, and I think that's the right name (it's a city in southwest Texas anyhow) that is half the Houston group, and half of that intermediate group we told you about. (White Andromadans, 2nd version) This the group Wolfman Jack is associated with. We now move on to the Lucasites, which are half the "Wolfman Jack" Del Rio group, and half Dardanian. So they would be 1/4 Houston group, and smaller fractions of the others. (the Houston group is associated with Sam and Dave, Joe Tex, Shorty Long, and Archie Bell & the Drells and others) There is a group called the Skyway Group, assiciated with Bowing Aircraft, that are half East Romulan and half the Houston group. (East Romulans technically aren't Romulan at all, but they share a comon culture) These exist in Westchester in the LA area, and also in the southwestern outskirts of Seattle. Then there the Cortessians, which for a while we called the "Scorsaisians", but like Cape Canavaral, reverted back to their original name) The Cortessians are half East Romulan and half Reigellian. (I am pretty sure it's Reigel "sixers") This group has their own Strawberry Festival, celebrated at about the same time. This group is a "terrestrial group" that covers the western half of the Anaheim School Distrtrict and a smidgion of the "eastern half" of that District, and in general Western Orange County bounded on the north by the Riverside Freeway if you draw a straight line. The south and east borders are a little jagged - but generally skirts northern Garden Grove (just south of Chapman), and there is a southeast finger that extends to about the border of Orange. This paragraph ran long and I haven't even gotten to the "main point" believe it or not.

This is Tuesday May 31, 2011 and this day ten years ago was my last day of buying and consuming alcohol. I decided I wasn’t up to go to the housing appointment that day. I had white wine in the morning and finished up the bottle. After the soap opera I went out and walked around a while at two, a bit undecided and finally went to the liquor store on Knott and bought two 22 oz bottles of Mickey’s. I drank these throughout the afternoon while listened to Dennis Prager on the radio (probably) and the Larry Elder. As it got after six I still hadn’t turned on the TV but was still listening to the radio. I wasn’t hungry. I finished the Mickey’s after six and as it drew twords 6:30 I made the decision I would not go out for more. I turned on the TV and watched the Jim Lerr news hour and/or regular news. I was not inclined to want to get up from the sofa. I began watching Friends at eight (I think) but ten minutes into the thing realized how tired I was and decided to go to bed that early, while it was still light. As I recall I went right to sleep and woke the next morning. I was aware that I felt funny in the legs walking around the room but thought it was my imagination or something. Bill Handel was finishing up at nine so I decided to go to the liquor store in the other direction. I decided to leave the door unlocked unless I suddenly developed the shakes or something and couldn’t get the key in the lock. Sometimes the shakes can come out of nowhere and tend to be brought on by physical exertion. I went down the stairs and out to the street and down the sidewalk. But a ways from the corner I fell rightward into the grass by those apartments next door. I was a little freaked but glad I had fallen on grass. I decided to keep going and rounded the last corner and now the liquor store was but a few dozen yards away. I crossed the street but collapsed on the far side gutter and just lay there. There was this whooshing sound in my head like my brain disconnecting from my body. It was like “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up”. Someone called the cops, and you know the rest of the story. That was June first.

Last night it was ABC news and Jeopardy and the Simpson’s. Then I went outside being a bit starved for nicotine and I lucked out because Dana was there and agreed to lent me two more dollars. I went out to the liquor store and bought a pack of John Black grape. It kind of looked as if the store had been planning on closing although it usually wasn’t this soon. I came back and smoked one and watched “House” till nine and smoked another one and then went to bed.

In the morning I learned that Luan had gone brazerk and attacked Dana and then Oscar. Dana was clutching his nose on the way to his room and I thought he had a nose bleed. He didn’t. I got my coffee. I turned on first the Bill Press substitute and then Stephanie Miller. I went outside and Luan was in a strange zombied out state, motionless. Dana and Steve had moved to the table on the other side of the patio. Then Luan got up and began to attack Dana again, chasing him around the table and at times attempting to tip the table on him. Dana has a bad back (among his many medical conditions) and fell back and couldn’t get up. But Luan kept coming at him, seemingly tryint to stomp him to death. For a while Dana even refused help “I can’t move – just leave me”. Steve restrained Luan and finally I helped Dana to a chair. Though he was a lot heavier than I thought, or I’m getting weaker or something, and as Dana lurched around I was afraid I was going to fall down myself. Later on Luan attacked Janet by the elevator. And I don’t know if anything was ever done with Luan. Dana thought perhaps he was having a Viet Nam flashback. Although he’s an immigrant and probably saw the war live. The fire department was called to take Dana to the hospital and have his back X rayed. I imagine he was in pain and he hadn’t taken his pain medication. He was gone only a few hours. I guess everything checked out.

I went to breakfast and filled in Loretta about it. She had heard the commotion from downstairs. We had oatmeal with pink sugar. Then we got a fried egg, hashed browns with catsup, and toast with butter and jelly. I have no knowledge that the police ever put in an appearance. Right now it’s dinner time.

Yesterday morning when I first got up and before the incident with Dana, I was receiving a direct communacation from "Burt Lombard". He was talking about our ZAC tarot card cannon with the 22 rock groups, and had some clarification of his "original intent". [see August 2007 "Give Me Some Kind of Sign" in "Soap Opera of Life" blob] Thus dates from the "Assylum Earth" era from late spring of 1978. For "The Devil" we now use Pink Floyd. Van Halen was the original group. Burt thought of using "Kiss" in that slot, and now wishes that he had. Also in the position of the Death card, Black Sabbath was the original group. Burt says "Judas Priest was really after me time". Mal Evans likes Judas Priest because of their cosmic credentials as a Bele Tagis (Sacred Topaz) B group (fifth planet), along with Alice Cooper and Ted Nugent. Neither group contributes zippidy-doo-dah to the Zachery narritive, but have good credentials. Bela Tagis V was destroyed by the Antarians over four thousand years ago. (they are among several groups known as "fivers")(for different reasons) Burt also had the Tubes in for "Temperance" at number ll instead of Devo. Burt was confused as to whether Wings was in the line-up or not. The distinction here is Wings rather than Mc Cartney at large. "Beware My Love" is a song directed to Me and it's a warning to be careful now that Howard is dead and won't be there to guide me. "No Words for my Love" is a song we have substituted for "Blue Bird" on that Paul Mc Cartney compilation album of a year or two ago. Mal Evans says "the lyrics are over a hundred percent better". Also "Oh My Love" and New York City, were officially added to that Lennon album line up. "Tomorrow" is about Pete Richards' first wife. "The Broadcast" is about Zachery. Also "Letting Go" is supposedly about Sandra Good, manson family member "She sings it so - I want to put her on the radio" and "like a Lucifer she'll always shine". We've talked about other Wings songs. I think it's number 17 or the Magition but I'll get back to you. But the most starteling news from the grapevine (so we saved it to last) is that "other life" I had dreams about- - - the individual in that dream is about 25 now. Maybe 24. (I'm wondering whether his birth date might be late September 1986) Now Burt Lombard is going to step in and be a "Walk In" in that life- - and Mal Evans plans to give him personal visitations, and he may be taking over my job. Trippy. Prior to yesterday my contact with "Burt Lombard" had been pretty much zero. I was beginning to think he was a myth. As to where this unfortunate guy lives- - - it's a place of N S E W streets laid out in a regular grid. It's a city that has a college, and an area that's sunny with dryer climate than here. I'm kind of leaning twords Bishop, among my candidate cities now. However he could be as close by as San Barnadino. In that one dream I think he was just visiting Bishop. I'm definitely not getting an El Paso vibe. Strangely I've spent more time riding around the streets of El Paso than San Barnadino. Other areas - Redlands - - Ontereo - Covina - Banning - Riverside - - much more familiar with than San Barnadino. ("Glendora" is off the table today) OK I'm done.