GOING CRAZY AT THE HOSPITAL

i have always thought of myself as perfectly rational but last year being sick, and under heavy medication, i suffered from illusions (delusions?). in retrospect it was interesting.

although i now know the illusions did not exist, they were perfectly real and explainable to myself.

1. there was a black web which my visitors walked through and did not notice. i explained it to myself that this was a major hospital where all sorts of strange experiments are probably occurring. i thought the hospital was probably projecting this web only to me.

2. a light fixture was being fed paper and printing a variety of pictures (art works, maps, pornography, architectural drawings, etc.). these pictures were moving across the ceiling. i did not understand why others did not see this. i finally believed that they were not concentrating enough. although my daughter told me later that delusions are not
uncommon in hospitals.


i must mention the night i wanted to teleport myself home although that was mainly a realistic dream. i was sorta' partially awake. in order to actually teleport myself home i really unhooked catheters and tubes and stuff to prepare for my escape finally setting off an alarm to which a nurse responded. thinking that i would be at least sent to prison for this brazen offense i offered the nurse a bribe not to mention this event. she said she had to report it. i was doomed, doomed, doomed.

the next morning i noticed i had not moved an inch. my teleportation efforts had failed. no one knew of my adventure or cared.

moral: STAY AWAY FROM UNNECESSARY MEDICAL CARE.

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NEW YORK TIMES TOO SMART FOR ME

just quit the nyt. they're just too fussy for my comments, must be too smart, civilized, sophisticated, intellectual, bleeding heart, whatever.

they might say Abdelhamid Abaaoud was such a nice boy/good to his mother/sense of humor/ always smiling/charitable/kissed babies. he understandably turned radical when someone kicked his dog/didn't tip him at the pizza place/charged him on the subway/metro/cut him off in traffic/women didn't succumb to his charms/failed to get his welfare check/lithium.

when properly explained suicide bombing is totally understandable. what else could he do?

i think all the good muslims will have to redeem their reputation on their own. its not my fault and its not my job. whining doesn't help. just do it.

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AMERICAN MUSLIMS -- WE'LL ALWAYS HAVE PARIS

yes - we'll always have paris.
i know all american muslims are nice family people but its unavoidable to think "suicide crazy bombers". how can you fix it?????
try joining our armed forces. i dunno? can we trust you??? i dunno.
you look honest. i dunno.
you'll have to figure it out yourself.
we'll always have paris.


i still can't figure out how such a small number of crazy, superstitious, delusional, ignorant people has everyone looking under their beds for suicide bombers and arguing among themselves like "the three stooges" ??????????

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MY GODS - YOUR GODS SUCK

just to let the world know that my religious beliefs are the only ones that have any credibility.

i believe in a multiple spirit system which makes perfect sense to me. the main and dominant ones are:

1. DUMDUM - of male persuasion, representing dumb luck and totally out of control, prefers bar hopping, and women for company, is on vacation most the time, and is the main alpha spirit dominating all.

2. LADY LUCK - beautiful and fickle.

3. MURPHY - the murphy of murphy's law. as you know -- anything that can go wrong will go wrong.


there are lesser spirits vying for recognition. too bad, suck it up.
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MY NY TIMES COMMENT

i am really surprised that the nyt actually put this in their comment section. not being or even attempting to be a (lol) mensa member and having written this past my usual bedtime i didn't expect this to meet their criteria for comments.


CONCERNING POLITICIAN'S ALLEGATIONS-----

just adding my 2 cents.

in my day we called these scenarios grand mother's tales and the people that told them were gossips.

although (i think) occam's. razor the simplest explanation for some event may be most probable (as you know) is among an infinite number of possible stories. no one can possibly know all the facts leading up to and causing an event.

in my humdrum world i've heard stories that a relative supported his parents. partially true but mostly false. his parents mostly supported him. i don't know all the details.

a friends house was purchased by his grandmother/father's inheritance/plain frugal living/winning the lottery/unscrupulous mortgage co./murdering the previous owner/drug money.

he broke up with his girlfriend because he was a womanizer/she found a better guy/he didn't trust her/she got a great job in L. A./he has a terminal disease/she needs dental work/he joined special forces/she was married to another as was he/it was mutual.

that's my point. we cannot know the truth and we are all subjected to made up stuff.

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SUGGESTIONS FOR LESS OFFENSIVE NAME FOR SYRIAN CONCENTRATION CAMP IN GERMANY

germany trying to escape the stigma caused by them when murdering people in their ... ummmm ... concentration camps should try to lighten up by changing the name for the flood of muslim middle easterners.

suggestions are:

mideast assembly

comrades society

friends village

fraternity lodge

buddy site



work ----- macht --oops-- makes you ----- frei ---- oops happy.

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MY ROSEBUD MOMENT

in the movie citizen kane's last word was, rosebud, which was the name on his sled when he was a kid, presumably his happiest time.

my "rosebud" moment occurred in a dream the other night. although i'm still alive, i dreamed that i received a gift of an apple ii computer with disk drives. i owned an apple i in about 1980. this apparently was my "rosebud". in the dream i was very happy for this gift. i was only about 40 years old when i actually had my apple i. yes, apple i. dreams are not always totally true.

loved that machine. didn't get a new computer for about 10 years. wow i was really out of date.

in those days computers did not try to sell you stuff. now i can't escape the hucksters. i had to return a dell because i couldn't escape salesmen and ads.

in the good old days computers actually could do stuff.

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SUPERJEB

superjeb can do and fix anything. "Faster than a speeding bullet! More powerful than a locomotive! Able to leap tall buildings at a single bound!"

"Look! Up in the sky!"
"It's a bird!"
"It's a plane!"
"It's Superjeb!"

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ON CHARITY AND CHARITABLE ACTIONS

nothing like the appreciation you get when you are charitible. the recipients never think you gave enough.

my wife (about 20 years ago) told me that a volunteer was needed to escort a (sorta') refugee family from our new jersey town to another where they could get english lessons. the place was several towns away on the commuter line and a walk of five streets. being frugal i never expected that this would cost me anything. i volunteered because it might be an interesting adventure.

i drove them from where they stayed to the train station and bought tickets expecting to be repaid. they were totally disinterested in the new jersey (ugh) landscape as we rode by,

after we got off the train the family wanted to take a cab on my dime. by this time i was becoming a bit annoyed at them. who the hell do these beggars think they are? for homeless refugees they sure have nerve. i already unexpectedly got stuck with their transportation and train tickets. angered i told them we would walk the five streets.

in my town other people (crazy do-gooders) tried to accommodate them with stuff. they wanted one family's living room set. their son wanted to be a doctor and i had some recent books from some advanced college biology courses i was taking for my amusement. they turned them down presumably because they were a year old.

i waited at the facility until they were finished and brought them home.

on another occasion i brought some stuff to a church in morristown for the down and out and some were presumably homeless. they got a free lunch and some services, if requested. i carried some things for one of the people. that person i realized was healthier and stronger than me (suckerrrrr!).

when leaving one of the people started cursing me. i know that they were not normal but taking abuse is not one of my strong points.

no good deed goes unpunished. i must control my finer instincts.

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