Potholes & Dimmers

Today I’m going to try and complain about the following and add to that a little bit of the nonsense I do on a daily basis that helps me maintain sanity.

I hate being an unwilling expatriate. I have no monetary means. I am forced to be best friends with disillusion

Would you like more? Of course you would. Because that’s not all.

I can offer society nothing because I have no money which also means I have to forfeit family. I just sent out the divorce papers and at the same time learned that my soon-to-be ex-wife just lost her job (in the shitty welfare state of mediocrity German-ness). I am so worried and frightened about everything right now (because of how much I love my son) that I can literally feel my internal organs crumbling under the weight of (our) atmosphere – or the silliness of the politics and economics that have long since made the words of Thoreau come true…

The opportunities of living are diminished in proportion as what are called the ‘means’ are increased.

With that in mind, the only thing I can think about is grabbing a typewriter and writing. It’s the only way to forget about… having moved to Germany (what a shitty country), not being able to have a position in life because I couldn’t afford college, failing to get-along with others because of my personality traits, and last but certainly not least, life sucks because things are so bad that even if I wanted to I couldn’t subject myself to the smooth sailing of a subservient whatever career because I am the demon-beast that has long since learned to think for himself…

At least I can type (please no comments about the typos).

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Of course, I know that I’m not the only one that’s desperate these days. I wish all well out there in lala-land who make their way through the mess. To make sure things don’t get too depressing, here a few excerpts from todays wondrous news.

This excerpt is about desperation. I guess. And you know what they say: crime doesn’t pay. Well, I say, nothing else does either. So we all get by the best way we can and try not to be too criminal.

NEW YORK AP – A state archivist was charged Monday with stealing hundreds of artifacts — documents representing “the heritage of all Americans,” according to the history buff who found some of them on eBay — to pay his household bills.

Daniel Lorello, 54, is accused of taking the rare items from the New York State Library, including Davy Crockett Almanacs, Currier and Ives lithographs and the 1865 railroad timetable for Abraham Lincoln’s funeral train. Authorities believe he hawked them for tens of thousands of dollars, using much of that to pay off his daughter’s credit card debt. (Source; I suspect the source link will eventually die, hence this cut & paste text.)

And here’s another article. This time about a bunch of dimwits trying to get by… the real good way.

FRANKFURT (Reuters) – German nudists will be able to start their holidays early by stripping off on the plane if they take up a new offer from an eastern German travel firm.

Travel agency OssiUrlaub.de said it would start taking bookings from Friday for a trial nudist day trip from the eastern German town of Erfurt to the popular Baltic Sea resort of Usedom, planned for July 5 and costing 499 euros ($735).

“It’s expensive, I know,” managing director Enrico Hess told Reuters by phone. “It’s because the plane’s very small. There’s no real reason why a flight in which one flies naked should be more expensive than any other.”

The 55 passengers will have to remain clothed until they board, and dress before disembarking… (Source; ditto)

Wow. What a wonderful world we all get to blog in, eh?

Rant (and complain) on.

-tgs-

2 Responses to “Potholes & Dimmers”

  1. suburbanlife Says:

    Rant on, Tommi! I for one appreciate the honesty of your posts.
    Doesn’t it get kind of cold up there above the ground? Maybe too cold for sitting strapped into tiny seats in the nude-eating bagged peanuts, Flying is not natural, nor is flying in the altogether. G

  2. May Says:

    I find that I am only able to express my doubts and anxieties in rare instances. I am so grateful when this happens.

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