Pedestrian Stages

Niall is doing his thing about the fall of western civilization and the rise of the east on American television, and my sympathy for his five minutes to midnight approach on this topic is a wan shrug. I really do not care if what remains of the Peoples' Republic Communist Party takes over. I have tracked modern China since Mao's widow was still alive and made power intrigues; I am no more impressed today, but I am watching, taking baby steps back. The reason I am agnostic about Niall's thesis, which, as any good scholar does, relates to his others, can be put in his own words: in the modern era, the concept of empire is over.

With that as a given, China's hybrid Deng reform model has rolled back Mao's excesses, without a doubt, but I am highly skeptical that I'll live to see Asian hegemony offer me any solutions for my old age. If the imperial age is over, perhaps the age of the superpower is also finished. I would have gotten Joey in if I had been sure it was a block, just so you know. I was not positive it was not allergies, and his health issues more than likely would have continued to drag out. I need to weigh guilt in that light; he had a chronic condition and I have limits. I upped my salmon oil dosage liberally, nearly 4000 ml. I have to go get more tomorrow. Joe's was out, and I need cat food, of course; the weather remains highly volatile, and this is an issue, regardless of my personal upkeep.

If I flee Philadelphia I am not sure what will happen, but I am very close. Spastic's soul says run. I am serious, and I am not sure if this is a psyche's attempt to stay alive as opposed to creative destruction. I'd only know through playing the card. This is my deceased brother's birthday, and I have discussed him before in slight detail with my audience. Straight face, I am not sure about his level of psychopathy, or if a professional would have considered his problem closer to a personality disorder, but he is guilty of things that my anger, however corrosive it may be to my contemporary health, could never contemplate. It is common, in disability culture, for rage to overtake our helplessness, and whatever my intelligence, I am not above being overtaken by it. I hope I can reach some of you, for conscience and educational awareness, before that aggression devolves me, if it does. Odds are that it shall, since I have little time left before I will be forced, or have to give in to a broken body past the half century mark.