STANGE SARDINES

Strange Sardines

Negotiating the world as it is in the present moment

and being stymied by the need to do something.

There’s so many eff’s now- Fight or flight, fold or freeze, fright and fuck it.

It’s effin iff-y as f.

If you dont think that we’re under attack from some confetti pipe bomb of divisiveness and the fallout of privileged carte blanche whole world fuckery- then it- as we say in Newf- “muss be nice.”

I’m broke down and stressed out now this three years almost and the paranoia is only piqued by the actual fact that people really do think anyone who wouldn’t shoot whatever the fuck these biggest-fine-in-criminal-history-paying death-hiding drug peddling motherfuckers say into their one and only bloodstream is a nut-case.

Thanks 🙏 JT

Crazy making gaslighting JT Our PM, talks in um- ah-disassociated- if you will-tones about the rights of people in Iran to express themselves freely. While he himself has been creating a class of untouchables out of those who don’t jump on the transhumanist eventual microchip bus/ambulance.

I went to Walmart this evening. It’s a great place to go if you’re hoping to connect romantically with someone from another country, I tell ya. Or to get a kind of sardines you don’t usually see. Strangely-really weirdly- and i really was minimally altered by like the head of a gummy bear- the two announcements I heard while I was there -I’m not kidding- were in another language!!! da fuuuuck??!

This I was trying to grok quite intensely, squinting my eyes to hear better, silently wtf-ing while all around me a veritable berlitz of languages peppered with one pretty desperate kid screaming like no one was dishing out any mercy filled the air.

The disconnect and cognitive dissonance ( no mother jumper i dont really know what it is) so permeates the very fabric of our livesnow- that everything - a lot of things- feel hopelessly fabricated and all time travel, teleportation and out of body experiences seem wildly a part of each friggin day !

YOU: Did that really happen??

Me: I DON’T KNOW!!!

Both: AHHHH!!!

At Walmart they have so much stuff in the burgeoning supermarket section ( almost the whole store now) so many nuts! Different stuff. Stuff people who’ve been bombed out of their countries are looking for, for sure. Weird things with z’s and squirrely extra doodads above the z’s in the titles. Za’atar and crazy vegetables.

It was weird A.F…but.. I was riveted. I scored some amazing bread that tasted like the stuff Dad used to get from Monty’s in Churchill Square . That was pure rich Montreal Rye, which we’d butter BEFORE we put it in the toaster -psyche!-but this was really good too- pumpernickel with the same after toasty buttery deluxe love bite of the orig.

So there was that, to assuage my horrible feeling that if you’re not on your 35 million dollar yaught in the world of today/tomorrow( tentative) , you’re outta the game.

Seems like we are ‘bout half way thru the third-worlding of the world formerly known as “First” Its no longer “Pier One” and “Wicker Emporium” out there baby. and local businesses are finito. Its all Walmart and Dollarama for the masses from here on in. Only a fool would believethey are above this river eventually slamming them against the rocks of ruin.

It was interesting because they’ve gotten rid of the checkout people at W-mart, it’s all self-checkout and a bunch of security guards, so it actually felt sort of nostalgic for me because I visited a lot of jails when i was younger. Bonus.

It’s damp and achey weather and I had the nice bread toasted with an over peppered Ina Garten Squash n’ Apple soup.

Tragically ( ha ha ) I’m still waiting for a hip replacement and feeling the strong need to do something radical like .. I don’t know.... stay in bed all day.

Or go to Thailand on points to get d’leg done here.

Write a tiny blog.

Hang in there.

ok ok. I’m hanging in here.

Promise me you’re gonna hang in there, ok?