11,462. RUDIMENTS, pt.561

RUDIMENTS,  pt. 561
(no fury like a fury unleashed)

The best school I never went to

had that motto carved right

over the doorway. I knew I

was in the very right place.

Why waste time with the rest

of everything when a battering

ram is quite handy? Up by

Chappaqua, everything was

overly fancied up. You couldn't

just get a donut, let's say. You

first had to determine the wheat,

gluten or not, processed flour

or not, the sort of sugar and

molasses they used, slave

labor or free-trade, where

the natural gas originated

that ran the ovens. OK,

that last one's facetious but

I included it to drive home

my point. Consider it an

extra nut on your natural

nut donut. I always ended

up wanting to say, 'You know

what, forget the donut, and

give me a damned dollar for

having had you waste my

time with all your crap. And

I bet you're still paying that

Mexican in the back 8 bucks

an hour for letting you act like

you own him. You hypocrite.'

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Medical people take, or used

to, before they were all owned

by big pharma, the Hippocratic

Oath, with all that 'First, do

no harm,' crap. They ought to

have a Hypocritic Oath for slave-

wielding business owners who

lie through their teeth and take

advantage of others.

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Inside that warehouse up there,

there was another guy, Tony,

who was about the easiest guy

for me to take; just a real normal

son-of-a-gun without any of the

pretention (get it? Pre-tension)

so prevalent. He was from Yonkers,

which is about like me me saying

Avenel, but about 30 times larger

and real urban-decayed too. Back

then. Maybe now it too has done

the big turnaround. Tony's not

there anymore, as he moved out

to Pennsylvania about 5 years

later. But Tony was cool and

became for me one point of ease

instead of angst. If you had snot

running out your nose, the others

would probably put on that 'voice' I

talked about, and go on intellectually

about the 'prevalence of nasal drip

found in societies where the mass

of working class people derive

income from exploitative service

industries....' blah, blah. Tony, on

the other hand, would say, 'Dude,

you got something on your nose.'

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In the early morning up there  -

and this was a bit troublesome for

me - all you'd see, well, a lot anyway,

would be tree-trimmer guys, company

trucks, stump removers, all that stuff

zipping early along the wooded roads.

I just knew each of them was on their

way, somewhere, to a day's work of

cutting. All their trailers and all their

cutting equipment (and I sure would

have liked to have that company

franchise) was made and branded

by a company named 'Eager Beaver'

and of course the logo of which was

a grinning beaver chomping on a

tree. That used to gall me  -  I'd

some mornings be sitting there

outside some coffee-dump place

watching things go by while I

still had  a half hour or forty-five

minutes to burn, and they'd all be

rumbling by or stopping into this

very place I was at, for their to-go

breakfast stuff. I'd wonder about

Mankind with all this going on. How

in the word had we come to this pass

when most everything we did, even

up there, in a nice place, worked

against Nature and offered it

nothing but death and resistance,

like those rivers I mentioned

previously, which disrespectful

towns have just put into concrete

channels. I knew, in Germany, that

the gas Hitler and his guys used

in the gas chambers, was Zyklon B.

I didn't see much difference.

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Life just always sort of seemed a

serenade of crummy things to me.

People on the go, people on the

make. It was funny, too, how all

along that daily ride the point of

reference of everything became

the New York City skyline; until

of course it disappeared up north

after the Tappen Zee, which 

occasionally had some really

mice, distant, vistas of it all the

way down the river. It was the

one definable touch of 'Humankind'

(they tell me I have to say that now)

on the landscape  -  you'd think.

But actually EVERYTHING was

branded with that touch, even

if you didn't know it. Logic had

hit at all points, even the very

invisible. Project lines and the

lines and markers of surveyors,

for instance. You'd never know it,

but one result of the American

Revolution, and the absolute

destruction of the Native American

and any claims or 'deeds' they may

once have had to the natural

possession of these places, was

gone  -  all superseded by the

grid lines, layouts, and map

markings of the early surveyors.

Every bit of these lands had 

been tracked and gone over  -  

in depth. Why? For 'ownership,' 

sale, profit, use, utility, and 

industry or either farm or 

domestic residence. There's

a certain sort of logic that

becomes an overlay on the

entire world and view of that

world, by particular people.

Remember, George Washington 

was, at first, a surveyor. That

takes a very particular mindset

and view of the world  -  potentials

of 'this is mine, this is yours.'

Carry that through a bunch of 

years, and what do you get?

Borders, conflicts, skirmishes, 

and wars, over who 'owns' what.

So every day that was what I 

was seeing  -  the end results of

that. Incredible as it all seemed;

my world was 'structured' for me,

well before I'd ever arrived here.
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One last point to make, about logic,
and the processing mind. Let's
consider this  -  another crazy fact 
I mused over  -  the same sort of 
people who go over things carefully,
'this line is here, that's yours, this
isn't'  -  they often have, at the same
time, some startling ideas. All
those early folk were, by necessity,
pretty basic in their 'toilet' habits.
No toilet. All that stuff was done,
I'd guess on 'your own' property,
into a hole in the ground, or maybe
into the nearby river or stream.
Society builds up, things change,
towns and villages crop up, and
eventually emerge again as small
cities. I wonder which one of these
ultra-logical types, maybe even in
thinking of or remembering doing
it in the running waters of a stream, 
who came up (quite logical) with
the indoor idea that if you utilize
water, collected and rushed, over
'solid matter', it washes away nicely
away! Thus, the indoor toilet concept
is born, and then the need for
internal running water supplies 
and sources, thus pipes and 
reservoirs, thus the need for a
section of 'treatment' areas  -  and
this all leads, of course, to the ideas
of local government, infrastructure, 
personnel, hirees, and management.
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