Drop An Egg from the Armpit

Thursday evening I bent over to tend the feeding bowl and felt the cardiovascular tumorous cancer shift all those of Southern European heritage know, and spent 12 hours Friday evening into Saturday morning unable to sit up as I've always done. 18 years online sinking into oblivion and the slacker entitlement pass for competency of the black working class, making the assumption that osteo-arthritis is closing in; I hate the cadence of the black vernacular, that which linguists merely deconstruct, making a mental note that Trudy Richardson, dispatching her nigger nanny status of forces deployment, will launch more attacks next week. She'll win. My family is too incapacitated and no one else gives a shit. I despise Philadelphia's sludge dialectic, allowed myself to be destroyed by it, my material destitution a sad testament. I really don't understand how to join a wifi network to open my phone, and I need someone to walk me through it before my impending stroke. Today I was fine, drugs, reduced psychosomatic stress.

Acceptance is what it must be, but corruption has beat me down like a dog. I don't really know how hard I am. Hard enough to get arrested for being vile to black women, probably in the affirmative. Little Mussolini playing spin the bottle with her piss. People kept holding umbrellas over me Thursday. I ignored them (black men) or lost them (white men) until I had a chat with a nice cop under one of our many commercial district vestibules, growing weaker and weaker, ready to give notice in a spur, surely the sign of impaired affect.

Elastic Smokescreens

Bad couple of survival days following my May 9th post, but I feel better now, discounting indigestion from the largest dose of Aleve that I am willing to take, which is brand name naproxen rather than ibuprofen, all the while tapping a pencil against the cranium, how am I going to save my article, but I'll ride out trying certain sources until next week. Perhaps my age is not going to allow me any redemption of misery, I can only speculate, especially when it takes me over an hour to do lateral transfers and dress, and then have another half hour of difficulty engaging in the reverse from joint pain, and overtiring. Back when I spayed my anger at the pedestrian suburbanites in the P&W Speakeasy, at least I still had the strength to fuel the outcry, and my willingness to fight. Of course I'm weakening, what else can I expect? But if I am unsafe doing transfers and hand grips that are second nature, then I made those pedestrian emerging writers and authors fear or ostracize or engage in contention with me for naught, and between 98 and 02 and now, I still want the same things, to salvage a career, better quality of autonomy, and to cite Carole King, recording artist of my youth, whose Tapestry I once knew by heart, but it's too late baby now, it's too late, aside from the fact that Obama has sunk another notch in my wilting support for him, and yes, you knew I would write that, just as if I could get past the fact that Romney sickens me, his preparatory school behavior actually has moved him up the ladder. Why? Honesty, just like Martin Peretz and his difficult attitude with Muslims. We're all bigots, and while table manners are what makes social group dynamics interesting, I do believe that prevarication has taken progressives too far, and there will be backlash, maybe not in my lifetime, but it will occur, I am nearly certain.

The issue, however, is not marriage equality, but Obama's prevarication; he is getting as bad, nearly, as Fern Markowitz, my favorite Jewish lesbian. Obama knows full well that federal supremacy goes back to Chief Justice John Marshall, and a patchwork of states not honoring the marriage licenses issued by other states isn't sustainable, and I doubt the current Chief Justice, Roberts, is going to rupture the edifice by which Marshall made SCOTUS a co-equal branch of government.

Because I do believe in a citizen's civic responsibility, I am conflicted about my vote this November. Abstaining is a cop out, but we don't seem to have many other options. I am debating a write-in.