Dead Birds And Old People

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Recently, I subbed to an e-mail discussion group about magic and the occult. It's a fairly busy group, but they appear to exist for the sole purpose of exchanging web links of people who actually study and learn these types of things. One person who calls himself "The Old Man" is four years younger than me, and writes stories about his youth.

It's stories like his that is the reason younger people don't visit their parents in the rest homes, or read my blog, or the millions of other blogs that people from all over the world write. Old people in particular got no predictable future, and nothing they can say or write expiates the past, but what else is there to do?

Just now I received a e-mail post from one of the moderators of the witch group who informed me that my tactics are unacceptable to their board, and that I should find another group to write with. I'll probably force them to kick me out of the group to point out their censorship to them, as if they didn't know.

My tawdry past is catching up with me. It always has. Why would it stop now. In this case it's all about my bad credit rating. I probably won't be able to get an account on the new Apple Store Apps site because of it. Already I was refused an AT&T account to get an iPhone. There is no blame on them, I should have been more attentive.

It might help if I developed a little moral and ethical careactor and go along to get along with the dictates of society, but the very thought of doing that hurts my heart. At one point in my life I figured my attitude toward the society I live in might have been bad toilet training or the rebellion to establish my own identity that's associated with puberty.

My irresponsibility is much deeper than that. In fact, I'm probably not even irresponsible, but angry and maybe even a little bitter on some cosmic level. Like the angel Satan who got kicked out of God's presence for loving God too much. I don't think I'm bitter about people or society or any other earthly concern. We're all passengers on a "ship of fools."

The situation with my credit record may not have much to do with my lack of funds, but about my deliberate refusal to pay in a timely manner. It's not like I don't have the money. Most of the time the money for my payments is in the bank. It's a dilemma I could easily control.

A couple of years ago I got in hot water with not paying my car insurance on time. I did pay it, and only a couple of days late. I assumed the insurance company would notify the State and that would be the end of it, but they told me they weren't legally obligated to do that, so they didn't.

The State gave me ten days to straighten things out, but I didn't notice the ten day deadline. They did. I had to get real humble real fast, and it still costs me $200 more than just paying up on time would have. Like I wrote above, I got an attitude that's hard to put my finger on.

I have to be even more cautious now about getting slack about my bills. Paying out an extra $200 would put me in between a rock and a hard place currently, and it's only gonna get worse. The best way to lower the Social Security payments the government owes to retired people is to kill off as many Boomers as possible without having to take a hit at the poll booth.

Maybe they'll do it like what happened recently with all those birds over Arkansas falling out of the sky dead. I bet the government's current version of the Gestapo has some control over the intensity of these methods so that only old and sick people will keel over dead, and leave the young people alive as virtual slaves.

Candidly, getting zapped dead like those birds might not be that bad a way to die. Some scientists stated that the birds were probably dead before the hit the ground. A quick, unexpected death could be a blessing for elderly people who don't have any hope of getting well again.

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