Tuesday, January 10, 2017







More extremely tall people of both sexes does not usually qualify for mention.  I'm six foot
and no longer considered short or tall.  In the middle as usual.  Each generation gets taller.
Much taller.

I briefly spoke to a woman at the Chelsea Market in NYC probably in her 70's, easily
over 6' 4" who looked to be related to another woman of average height I worked with and
went with after 911.  The older version who denied she had a daughter, was the only one I can
remember in that age group of that height which means, of course, it happens and who cares?
Except that...

...extreme height is but one example of what happens when extremes of every kind 
are made to become routine and normalized across age groups, genders, races,  nations, geography, weather, US Presidents.  

And it will be said, "well, of course, extemely tall people stand out and are noticed and so what?"

I spoke about tall women to my sister in late 2015.  First day of her
arrival in NYC we met in an Irish bar that used to be near 34th Street on 8th Ave.
A tall transvestite drew fake whistles from the crowded bar.  Conversely, on her last
day in town a woman entered the restaurant where we were eating who might have
been one of the women in the above video.  My sister's jaw dropped or pretended to
in amazement at the sight of a 6' 11" female in a three piece pants suit and tie.  Did I
think to take out my i-pad mini for a picture?  Of course not.  The two non-events
just happened to sandwich her visit.  And 6' 11" females are of course very rare.
6' 5"?  Not common but I see them in flats and sneakers everyday.

The "whatever you do don't stare" warning by Han Solo before entering the Star Wars Cantina
was the zeitgeist doing a wink wink about what was to come, not to a galaxy far far
away, but as normalized extremes of our everyday.

*Like the fictional Newt Scamander, those I am trying to describe seem to eat little,
sleep little and have no particular interest in sex apart from procreation but take on
distressed holes in jeans and sexually outrageous or sexually ambiguous appearance.
One extreme to another.  Contrived appearances, contrived outrageousness, contrived
gender ambiguity.  The distressed jeans effect is like the beginning of Salman Rushdie's
novel Midnight's Children where a female covers all the main areas but wears a sheet

with holes everywhere else to dazel and attract a male in her village.  The Ramones are
said to have started punk style holes in jeans back in the 70's while hustling on the wild-
side outside an East 50's NY Post Office building.

* Street people with over-amped musculature or the opposite, drugged out sedated covered
with tattoos, looking completely wrong or perfectly uniformed down to off center or
backwards ballcaps.  Skinny pants with requisite tan shoes looking like shovels.  Beards and
man-buns growing in opposite directions, one-sided shaved skinhead and soggy bottomed
prison chic on-the-down-low sweat pants.

IOW, drones of all ages doing everything but standing on their heads to mimic
what everyone associates with coming of age teen rebellion and disruption.  In the
building next door to mine is an "August Rush" skateboarder group home.  For years they
wore dyed black hair standing straight up with yellowed tips like Christmas tree lights.
Could have been 15, 25, 45 or 55 years old.  August Rush was probably the only bad movie
Robin Williams ever made.  The movie continues in real life with skateboarding at all hours
with different bleeding colors on potted plant heads always ready to act against type with
big smiles to compensate for gamer illuminated "artistic" looks.

* A contrived overly polite manner is used to counter any gross weirdness such as bleached
white hair or or dyed blond beards on brown skinned males.  How many guys in their teens
or twenties are going to want to maintain dyed hair or dyed beards?  Quite a few.

*Behavioral opposite extremes: Blindside bumping or grappling with me one minute
like something from the movies "They Live" or "Fight Club."  Other times exactly
opposite: holding doors and smiling excessively like Jim Carrey from "The Truman Show"
with his famous wave and smile "have a good day, and if I don't see ya, have a good
afternoon and good night."

* The latter two points: passive aggressiveness in extremis and nobody notices.  No one left to notice.
* Summer of 2016 I saw the actor Benedict Cumberbatch with completely grey Shakespearian
hair walking his dog on 23rd Street where I live.  No one else noticed which I thought was
was a strangeness out of a Dr Strange kind of universe.  Of course not too many Americans
were familiar with the pre-Dr Strange Cumberbatch particularly one with grey hair.  He was
prepping for Shakespeare at Brooklyn's BAM before his big Marvel character movie came out.

* 2011- 2015, too many caucasian women speaking in overly polite little girl pretty please
Valley Girl "up-talk" in NYC while fishing in their pocketbooks for their wallets and exact change.
* Conversely, for a couple of years too many guys took on a deliberately fake vocal fry,
mission control exaggerated laughable macho speech pattern.  How can that be possible?
It's not.  It's the opposite of possible.  And the opposite extreme, gay effeminacy over and
above any Google IT, gay or nerd stereotype.

A seemingly rehearsed nonstop standup comedy act seen for a few months and replaced by
something else going from dumb to dumber.  Schreber's Improvisational People?  Too stupid
to think about.  All the same entity with different faces and genders?  Signaling what?
That the end isn't near, because it's Apocalypse Right Now!??

Any description of extreme opposites like these can easily be dismissed as reflecting
delusional states or mood changes in bipolar opposites on my part.  Resulting in a carnival
Truman freak show of my own making.  It is a freak show but of someone else's making.
There's little bi-polarity in my psych department although this stuff does effect me.

*Women that I went with in the early 2000's (mentioned elsewhere) once made a point
of licking pasta sauce off a plate in a restaurant.  Another would put a bare hand into a
restaurant buffet.  Still yet another wore big cleverge in twenty degree weather.  The
opposite in 80+ degree weather, completely covered sans burka.  At the time this
female was supposed to be living in Florida.  I just happened to see her on the Upper
Eastside of NYC at the worst possible time.  I've known her for years yet she'll look
right at me on the street and continue walking.  She'd always been "married" except when
spending rare weekends with me.  After which I attempted to friend her on FB.  She sent
emails telling me in effect to get a dog.  Much latter I get emails that she wants to move
in with me and "love me."  "Wove me?"

* It used to be contrived public sex when a nearby house or apartment was available.
I was always the one to say, "hey look, is that guy staring?"  The unlikely and overly
casual answer from this girl, "who cares."

IOW, these relationships were a mix of mostly normal combined with on and off
deliberate disruptive moonbat behavior.  The unstated multiple messages:
"I am beyond disruptive, addicted, crazy, average or normal."  "Sex?  Take it or leave it."
(Or fake it) "Once I start don't try to stop me.  AND you will have to stop me."  "Don't
get attached.  I will make sure that you do."  "When convenient I might deny who I am,
who you are, forget how to count, forget what year it is and get away with it because in
the next instant I can out think and out talk anyone."

Symptoms of speed diet pill addiction?  Possibly, but that doesn't begin to explain it.
None were working for any deep dark government agency getting paid in bitcoins
or any other physical currency.  None of it was the result of anger, bipolar mood change,
hot flashes, menopause, eccentricity, a joke, self hate, psychopathy, deficits of intelligence
or my imagination.  None of the DSM or psych-boilerplate cliches apply.  Were they trying
to get rid of me?  Of course.  As well as keeping me hooked?  O course.  Either deliberately
toxic and nasty or extremely passive and cooperative, "Yes sir, you're the boss, anything
you say dear."

IOW, coming and going at the same time non-stop.  Reflective of other things:
* A kind of routine hyperactivity (Hyper Double++).  As a guess, not being in constant motion
and constantly busy invites some kind of automatic direct or indirect negative feedback.
Any pause might result in Adderall who knows what?
* The more you engage these females/ males directly the more they must compulsively lie
beyond any stereotype.  Acting like Benito Mussolini one instant, then sucking air the next.
* Big on fighting.  Each relationship female picks physical fights, knife fights.
* Loud overheard gibberish conversations mixed with actual language for hours without stopping either in a foreign tongue or as if a language software module is activated in fast forward
(as depicted in the movie Tomorrowland when inter-dimensional little girls go verbal fast forward)
* A synchronized smart mobbing plays out in public before my always disbelieving eyes.
* For a time lots of "Dios De Los Muertos" skull tattoos and imagery on shirts and hats.
* The women make their own or buy cheap wild, flamboyant, or the opposite nondescript clothes.
* Women seen greeting each other in OMG!  OH!  MY!  GOD! exaggerated loud greetings
more often than too often.
* Gay and straight couples doing porno public kissing routines past the point of comedy or parody.

**Reasonable people would say this is no big deal in itself and I would agree.  If it didn't
happen just a little too often.  ("Well hey, it is what it is..." and other triteness)
**Reasonable seems to be defined as reading scripted cliched lines as if from a teleprompter
from behind lying eyes.

* On occasion when in public I feel a palpable depressing Maxwell Smart "cone of silence"
"dead air" effect.  Like air sucked out of a room or out of the inner ear during a medical
ear exam.  With certain females the opposite occurred.  A sharp zero point focus in the brain.

* Spastic male model runway penguin walk with hands in jean pockets (outdated James Dean
hustler style) or addicted street people (Scarecrow) dreadlocked, tattooed, homeless, begging,
K-2, heroin and fentanyl users stretched out on 23rd Street, in subways in and outside NYC.

* Grossly over developed over-amped military types (Tin Men) with arms and chests so
large, like turkeys moving or pretend to move with bent arms swinging robot style in front
instead of at their sides.  Completely without shame.

* As of mid-year 2016 there's more of a conservative look going on.  Cut and buff in tapered
dress shirts with more than slightly off skinny dress pants and boat like dress shoes.

Again, no big deal in itself.  If and when it stops it'll all seem like a bad dream.  Or events will
just change in their variety.  Under no circumstances it seems can I be allowed to experience
the world normally especially when committing the sin of "freeloading."  IOW, not working
after retirement.  THAT must never stand.

Well gee, I'm told, give blood, get a job, give away your possessions or sign over your pension
to charity, join the Mormon's, become a missionary or volunteer in a library, refugee, homeless or drug treatment center trusting in the Lord and taking that leap into the void even if only pretending.

Does this means that from now on I'm to experience a repellant world repulsive in kind and in frequency?  Yes it does.  Is this how people are worn down with grinding boot heels on their
necks?  Yes it is.  Visual and psychological waterboarding both in variety and monotony.
Quite a metaphysical feat of choreography.

I'm aware this is beginning to sound more Zoolander than what I'm describing.
Nothing I see is as it should be but, at the same time, nothing looks flagrantly out of sync to non-existent observers.  All can be seen as classic ______(fill in the symptomatic blanks) or just
crotchety dementia, Alzheimer's, "evident lack of insight", the usual DSM language of
convenience sounding more comical and weird than the behavior it tries to described.

I don't have any particular need for complete normalcy or want people to look like me,
or like Tru-man Burbank and certainly not like Donald Tru-mp (Lying King) formerly of
the Illuminutty spray-can hair and saffron face-on-fire complexion.

His 1980's ex-lawyer and mentor, Roy Cohn, would be proud of his present day, President Donny.  The short Cohn if he were alive today might stand on tip toes for a kiss on top of his bald head
from the man, the legend, The Don, who would be and is Potemkin King.  All he has to do is
hang on for any future domestic emergency and then "act Presidential", watch his poll numbers
reverse, tour the red states and bring the country great, I mean, "together" again.

POTUS and FLOTUS, Donny and Mel, "bringing true dignity" and gravitas to our land.
Let's hear from Jim Bakker and Franklin Graham scripture on our first couple especially after
the scrutiny Michelle Obama endured.

Am I, RU, Russia and the world ready for a 25th Amendment Article 4 early resignation
with President Pense and Rep. Liz Cheney as the first female VP?  It doesn't matter, Trump
isn't Hitler, he's Republican.

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