Murphy Analgesic

>No, two African American candidates brought race squarely into the campaign on live television during a debate Monday night, squabbling over what it means to be black.

The memory of Chakra Fattah doing the acoustic equivalent of drawing blood on Michael Nutter in a desperate bid for the mayoralty of this city is a vivid historical paean in the burial of dirty laundry which subsequently failed to make much difference. Both men share the same political base, about as old school as it gets, and I have thus far avoided contact with the Congressman about my problems, which are mainly state and municipal related, and, similar to Senator Toomey, Fattah is one of a very select number of 535-- but there are additional reasons. I do not take onus with Senator Toomey and in my contacts I hope I was deferential. Fattah might be another story, partly because I have a little extra education on the underside of identity politics, and Fattah and his wife are wealthy and economically secure beyond what my family could sustain, so there might be some class resentment at play, and so, when my representative included my twitter handle in a short sweet thread on Huntington's, I felt self-conscious, not about the thread, but about my lack of fluidity in progressive sentiment.

I could engage in a lack of civility which is not fair to my federal representative. His affluence has nothing to do with my lights "going out one by one" to quote Isabel Archer on her husband. Damn it to hell that Henry James has a fantastic immortality, and then again, if I "got real" with one of Fattah's staff, a frank exchange might clear the air, but his affluence does speak volumes about the fact that we do not have political equity in the US, and have not had it since Jackson's presidency, and Jackson was an unbowed proponent of defeating native Americans, in the naughty sentiment of manifest destiny. I am still fairly close to bolting-- and if I do is it because I want Pennsylvania authorities to apply force to my person? Is this what I seek simply to make political points about my traumatized and always precarious social welfare? Do I want the police to stun me or apply restraint to risk a seizure, or, do I really believe I can run, evade the worst, force a change? Psychiatry is not simply about the mind, as if emotional disturbance is a disembodied state. I experienced significant indignity over the course of a lifetime, and like a dolt, case managed equal parts suffering and indignity in others, and Candice has the arc of her late husband's illness, the arc of her looks, her father, her famous series, and she seems blase about it and covering an aura of malcontent. "People stepped up to the plate," she said. I no longer have anyone able to do that for me, and yet even though I listened to the diffident comedienne explore her past forthrightly, as a viewer, I might as well have been standing on a rock pile in a Yemenis village. Murphy Brown, in the retrospective sense, had as much to do with timing as with who Candice Bergen is. 

Misty Gorillas Steam Ventilation

Coalbed methane developed from a safety hazard in coal mines to an unconventional gas reservoir in the last quarter of the 20th century.-- John Seidle in his preface on reservoir engineering.

Sigourney Weaver, like Ben Kingsley, has a versatile hard edge of definition I have often dismissed over the course of her career, though of course Gorillas In the Mist is a volatile film and is meant to be, leaving us little love for the poachers we do not execute for poaching. I saw video of hunters wasting an American mountain lion once and I would have wasted the bastards and told the courts to kiss my ass, not that this is an uncommon sentiment. Passions have to go somewhere. I did not dismiss Sigourney in the alien franchise. She made a preposterous take on evolutionary theory work, and I may not be dying quite yet. It may be gas build up when I do not eat and my stool doesn't move in position for a couple of days, again, not an uncommon problem, but with my small stature staying lucid is difficult without extra sleep, and then I have to destress until fecal waste decides to move, and then Joanne, wondering what the fuck happened to her life, sort of returns, her past never her past. I am trying to get a letter from Steve Gold, a Jewish lawyer who believes he has the right to judge what a disabled woman spends on cigarettes, and I put in three telephone calls to Disabled In Action, Liberty's political arm, prior to Thanksgiving 2014, and then found myself forced to control my desire to vomit and telephoned the center, twice, and had to threaten Information and Referral with a police contact before Connie dialed my number, and in attempting to call her back I got Linda Dezenski's voicemail and blew up in it; for a manager who left, that seems rather strange. 

Again, I put it to you, the center was created for quadriplegics like me. I did my job, served their ideology faithfully, and when Linda turned on me, it was like being set upon by hooligans in middle school, in addition to the personal trauma she caused me-- then Liberty's case management staff disparaged me, repeatedly saying they would or did transfer my file after I was swindled and molested by two agency attendants, and the one thing that unites Senator Toomey and a squishy liberal homosexual legislator like Brian Sims is pity. Will anyone act? I doubt it, but I have to spend all my time on this nearly obscene absurdity because I am an expendable human being, because I did not bobble head myself right back up and file with the Philadelphia Human Relations Commission and receive a pittance of a settlement, and I'm hanging by a thread with an equally corrupt Protestant corporation who's life's blood is the low income elderly as an expendable class of person. A law firm on Logan Square dialed my number, and their receptionist will not bother to tell me what type of civil litigation the firm engages in. She hung up on me when I tried to find out. Futurists, who sound like theologians when discussing the trans-optimist advance of A.I., delude themselves with the notion of singular superiority.

Efficiency models don't say much about the price of human dignity when being damaged makes you useless at the age of 36. I cracked a molar on a pork rind, and since the day I emailed Linda about it, at 36, I haven't been able to afford the dental insurance for a damaged occlusion that would cost a fortune to repair. Linda's extension is 227. For Michael Nutter, this is as close as I get to becoming a deranged spree killer, the nanny state mayor of a provincial backwater who scolded the parents of Danieal Kelly over the media airwaves. Everyone's emotional armor relinquishes, but only at funerals, when we toss dirt on the coffin with pus faces. Only the truly bereaved live their grief, all for a damn piece of paper from a Jewish attorney who judges you with the appropriate apologia for your poverty. This is my clinical expertise in the mouth of Weaver's scarred forensic therapist.

Soon Yi and silent acquiesce

When you started aborting, we were still watering-- Vincent Peloso

I am critical of the nanny state over which Nutter resides and Arenda adjudicates with an overzealous tilt. I have trolled in reactive fashion over my dimly varnished view of African American culture, thus diminish any creditably I might have once wielded with what I perceive to be legitimate criticism. I realize this culture isn't monolithic, and can strive to command respect. Despite the fact that I am uncouth, and more than not dismissed by serious scholars who put in a great deal of leg work, I do respect McWhorter, but his iconoclastic streak sometimes confuses me about his reactive tendencies.

The governance of the city of Philadelphia is rather sterile; this is not solely attributable to Nutter's administration. PA is one of the original 13 states, and Quaker imprinting hasn't always been conducive to the dynamics of entrepreneurial energy. Liberty's static existence is a microscopic representation of Philly's sterility, with little pockets that thrive, like center city finance. Center city urban design; it isn't enough against the stoic fatalism of black residential areas-- or even the Rosenbach's tacit acceptance of neighborhood fruitcakes-- a rare criticism of the the museum's insular yet egalitarian embrace of the residential disparities within its ranks.

I migrated back to Philadelphia shortly after the Move bombing, in my incalculable timing, and I'll say this for Wilson Goode: He started a tradition of ineptitude getting our city serious media coverage. Not that this is a form of urban exceptionalism: NYC is as sordid as Woody Allen's arousal triggers, and the the adopted daughter he grafted from Mia has the poise reminiscent of a  Khmer Rouge survivor-- which takes us into the caverns of Shoah beneath the sting of Woody's satire-- his early work even had a subversive anti-Semitic charge thrown at it, one I am not studied enough to analyse fairly; Detroit is a smaller inner city version of Brotherly Love. Even San Francisco has the Tenderloin-- but what it illustrates is that the left is not free of the socialist tokenism Ralph Ellison so brilliantly crucified now nearly 3 quarters of a century behind in Invisible Man.

The Obama Administration friend zone designation is more of the same. I have to try and go out now in this weather for dry cat food. A stressor to finish me off, perhaps.