I want people to listen to me, so I play music, sing songs in an echo chamber. I want people to know what I'm thinking, so I write a blog few read. I co-produced television for 20 years and nobody watched that show. I have no problem using the microphone at a public meeting for my two cents worth, never goes anywhere, decision has been made. It's humbling because no one wants my bigmouthism. I'll keep charging on fearlessly, Invisible Old Man Syndrome (IOMS) or not.
They call me a
name, that's all they do.
If 1 in 5 people
work in some type of management position, as I have read, do you live with one
of those bossy people? Nobody turns
their work life on and off when you go home to home life, except Sam Giancana or
a killer drone pilot in Arizona bombing Afghanistan.
MCMAMM, I call
them. Middle class, middle aged, middle
managers. Do you realize this country has bossed themselves to the end of their
collective rope? Not the Bosses de tuti
capo Bosses, of course, but we did it to ourselves. Working under two
insane bosses every moment of your day makes one into a mule. Many men, at a young age, lock down for the
long term Mule Ride of marriage, an example of early onset IOMS.
So one gets
released from the wage-slave system with a small pension of decent existence,
always valued at what The Banksters say it is.
Inflation is just a dial and there are no safe harbors. Gold turns back into money. The skills you once offered for a high price
now no one wants to use or consult. Quiet
desperation ensues, as if walking in a fog.
The check out lady waits on the guy behind you. At the Big Box store, no
one makes eye contact or says a simple hello. It's hard not to take it
personal. There is no chatting up
women. In no uncertain way do they want
anything to do with this Old Man. I'm
scary and hairy, probably smell. Small
children recoil. It's IOMS.
I'm no one's
mule. I once received an applaw - one
single clap - for a song I did. I was
honored. Never forget the words of Florence Foster Jenkins;
" People say I
can't sing... but don't ever say I didn't sing."
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Florence_Foster_Jenkins
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122222 Wasn't this
the number from Lost?
RegReads,
thanks. I'm honored. Hello Sweden!!! (they love me there)
I sure hope the Sun
comes back. Enjoy humanity this holiday
season, not your cell phone, big screen TV and digital music. Escape the Machine (not trying to be bossy,
or anything). Take a long walk into the woods. Take a black ram and sacrifice
it to honor Apollo. That'll get the Sun back.
- w/ Best Wishes, -Wes Townsend, WI
USA 45 degrees N latitude
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