jpaulgorman

Think of what a think tank does, research and advocacy.  These require completely different skills.  Research, that scientific research, the kind that has no hope, no emotion, only data.  Along with hunches and guts, these researchers should be relentless, they should work long hours, they should attend data translation conventions, they should learn the art of the question.  Every dime store think tank wanna be chump or chumpette has brilliant answers, but only the select few have brilliant questions. Then advocacy, that art of all think tank arts.  Persuasion and the need for excitement, intrigue, and creativity.  Boil down all the thinking to the nut.  Actually, three nuts.  Persuasion is always best in threes, set it up and summarize, it's virtually impossible to numerate too much.  A common problem with think tanks is the researchers want to be advocates and the advocates want to be researchers.   Understanding this phenomenon ...

C/GGFC/FFCF/GGFC--x2. Nobody talks about the Chili War. They don't bring it up anymore. But it had to be fought, had to be won. For future of country, and future of fun. Started out innocently enough. International contest to end the fuss. Finals came down to the final two. A Texican gal and American dude. Judges were chefs from around the globe. From 16 bowls they decided gold. Took a night of rest before the final round. Before the final judging went down. Russian liked his made with ribeye meat. Fat cooked off with perfect heat. Chucks of tomatoes stewing real nice. Simmered on low with ideal spice. French judge, she was a chili expert. Early on all were put on alert. Perfect taste is what she would need. All came down to the cumin seed. Judge from Peru was a mystery. The one that could change all history. Took a gulp of water after every taste. Never let anybody see their face. Next morning they all went into a room. Chili War was gonna be decided...

  Organizations are at stake, full of payrolls and self-sustaining procedures, steered by visions and guidelines, complete with missions and objectives.  Wrap all that in saran, keep it air tight, don't let the sunlight ruin utopia.  Save it for another day, put it on dark ice for the winter, the freezer won't burn.  With bloodshot eyes and mealy mouths, organizations fabricate, manipulate, and stipulate.  Rules to protect the organization, rules to eliminate disagreement, rules to eliminate the rule of reality, rules to insure ruling. I nstitutions are cracked.  They were cracked from the beginning, but the Liberty Bell rang out anyway.  From Philadelphia, the most impressive bird of all birds, the regal, the stoic, the famous bald eagle.  Their talons grip ten times tighter than human hands, they dig those claws deep, prey is rarely lost, our fine national bird.  They thrive above the noise, in soaring peace, in natural silence, with spe...

  These cliches are impressive, an avalanche of empty suitism to the Nth degree.  Women, men, and all the others.  Spitting out phrases like they contagious, like they outrageous, turn the, churn the, burn the pages.  All day, all night.  Unity is for the defeated, and there's no surrendering here. That thing, like an unexplained diddly doo sound seasoning the music perfectly.  Or an injected marinade making it all tender and delicious.  If it's cooked right.  Low and slow with liquid smoke, in a turkey sized cooking bag, simmering in juice.  Don't fuck up the bird. The greasers are back, soaked in ivy, filled with shit, without ideas, without answers, flat out stuck up.  One of them insulted my wristbands, called me a white man, mocked my readers, and implied I was a lunatic.  The nerve!  I walked away, of course, turned the other cheek, there is nothing to gain by acting on unpleasant  emotions.  Time is involve...

  The snide have no humor, assuming too much, more nitwit than wit.  Get another take, report from a low perch, let the blanks fill themselves in, let time click, paint by letters.  Throw to the wind your caution, it will do you no good.  Hypocrisy doesn't care, bribery doesn't care, grease doesn't care, they count on your caution. The pressure's off, we can start living again.  These lazy fools, either cleaned or dumb, for there is no need to clean the dumb, they are already dumb.  The courts will court it up, everyone gets paid, the future can figure it all out.  The objective of government is to keep itself going, to exist in the end.  To not eat itself. And the inspirational stories of survival are all around.  Expert sources estimate that 2 to 3 billion humans have stared down the dreaded, and deadly, Rona virus and lived to tell the story.  There is thankfulness, miracles of immune systems, actions of medical professionals, dr...

EmEmD.G. The fall of fall. When a cold wind blows. Trees lost their leaves. And the bars all closed. The dark of dark. We were warned way back. The straw man say. In spring we'll build back. The dope of dopes. Super idiot. Calm it all down. Come on get with it. The rust of rust. When the mind won't click. When wires burn. When you're mad and sick. And dust to dust. Like the ashes too. Come for awhile. Then we gotta cruise. The fall of fall. When the season turns cold. Dark comes early. And winter gets old.

  These legends are unknown, the names are meaningless, teams are nothing more than a roster.  The records are tainted, the bond is gone.  Interested observers are uninterested now, other pursuits of observation, other past times, other obsessions.  They sure could play.  Quick on the feet, living on the lines, grinding, gritting. The silenced have surrendered, those give up mutes.  Shamed into denial of truth, two plus two equals five, you see.  Listen here, you see, addition is a travesty, subtraction is best, multiplication is dangerous, and division is righteous.  This is the new math, you see, division and subtraction, division and subtraction, division and subtraction.  Think it, don't say it, you see. F reedom requires the loss of a little privacy.  When this finally occurred to me, two birds flew by.  Academic fraud.  The campus community will be shrinking soon, but they still got to make payroll, still got to cle...

Perhaps an entrepreneur type should organize the biggest after school fight ever.   Mask up, both sides, they can riot, anti-riot, loot, protest peacefully, harass, defend, defund, deny, megaphone, bullhorn, microphone, infect, cancel, shame, make signs, burn signs, break glass, spit.  No refs for this fenced in brawl, just brawlers.  Come one come all, this side start here, that side start there.  Behind the school of hard rocks, 3 o'cloc k. Drones could hover, filming from incredible angles.  Rules are there are no rules.  The fence must be tight, prison-like in its ability to contain.  This is beyond thunderdome.  Perhaps an area equivalent to 70 soccer fields, flat. Think of provisions, of sanitation, of sleep deprivation.  Of mental decay, of hopelessness, of anguish.  Slip over to the confession room, pan in tight, see the worry and fear and insecurity in their faces, hear the vacancy.  There is no glow.  Probab...

  The firings continue, and rightfully so.  They serve at the pleasure, and the pleasure has been ours.  We prefer loyalty, we prefer active brains, unwashed and glorious.  Used.  Eradication for the good of the nation. I'll gather when I want, where I want, with who I want, and why I want.  And how I want.  These are evident truths.  The dumb and numb will never rule the intellectual and lit.  Blindfold yourself, we are indifferent. The lawyers know, it's set in motion.  Bigger than imagined, the important will seem meaningless soon.  And to those D.C. firecracker elder abusers-- this will not end well for you.  Your hearts will rot, your souls will mold, your minds are gone already, y'all are in serious need of a hobby.  Collecting, wandering, hammocks, a sport, fashion, computers, blockchain, something, do something fun.

  A,E,A,EDE Once when I was a younger man. Back when I played those island songs. Joined up with The Yucatan Band. Everybody just sang along. Our Texico is a wonderful land. Caribbean beaches to mountain peaks. Travelled all over with The Yucatan Band. Dug our lyrics and dug our beats. DAx3, DAE Everybody, everybody sing along. Sing some songs, get off your phones. Nobody has to be alone. The Yucatan Band is rolling on. Bass player was a Beatles fan. Drummer had a weird little twitch. The lead guitarist of The Yucatan Band. Could play, but could be a little bitch. Eventually we folded up camp. Something bout a drunken fight. That was the end of The Yucatan Band. We played our final night. Chorus x2

G,C,G,Em,Am,G Louisiana where the delta blew. Walking the lowlands looking sad and used. Never meant to end up this way. Listened to everything they had to say. Tried to take us down with shame and lists. We're free as birds, they won't be missed. Chorus There's Swamp Queens all around.  X4. C,Em,Am,Gx2 Started a business selling songs and such. So far it hasn't amounted to much. Maybe one day someone'll need a tune. Maybe about some red afternoon. Guitars will sound and neon will glow. Music is the future of Texico. New Orleans where the funky get down. Dance til the morning comes around. Whirl like the wind and shake it good. Move around like a water snake would. No wonder they seem so mad and mean. Start up the music for the swamp queens.

  Take your stand.  When the microphone is running.  All the complaints of the age.  This hard, hard life.  Nationalism and the place of your birth.  A permanent mark, identifying a nature.  Further descriptions are made.  Cultures within cultures.  Rivalries and grudges persist for no reason at all.  Accents and the unknown.  Extend the hand of love.  Learn the nuances and insinuations.  Listen to the talk of the young, the disgust they feel.  From the pettiness of our leaders.  The greed and untrustworthiness.  Small minds of  insiders.  Puffed up like cotton candy.  Oily hands, rotting souls.  If I leave here tomorrow, would you still remember me?  Cause I'm as free as a bird now, and this bird you cannot change.  The flag is flying still.  Through the hatred, through the ignorance, through the weak.  Come and take it.  Surrendering is impossible to the minds o...

  There's no irony, only easy minds have those thoughts.  Pure propaganda, of the manipulation strain, of the censoring line, of the control element.  Agents of the machine, pixels of the state, and their nodding soldiers.  Masked and concealed, slogan chanting, like cowardly bandits.  Similar to buzzards, they will eventually fight each other for the roadkill scraps. The days of woe, the nights of despair, the afternoons of fretting and worry.  Lighten up, Francis.  The oxygen levels are ideal, perfectly we were placed from the sun, the big bang did us right.  Thrive and thrive all these creatures, all these grasses and trees and plants and flowers.  And the brilliance of water. As a grape becomes a raisin, as a plum becomes a prune, a soul shrinks without moisture.  Dry and stale, chewy and sticky.  Take a drink, hydrate.  Gulp it good.  The earth is spinning, we are speeding through space, the travelling is taking ...

Dazed hate, like cowards from the corn.  Stalkers, cob shucking and cob sucking, it's in the program.  The possums, the skunks, the rats, the worms.  Something is rotting, the smell is awful, the stink is stinking, the puss is oozing, it's oozing from the pawns.  Puss is oozing from their eyes. Even the celebrations are tense, no calm, no easy joy.  There is fragility, there is a thin line of teetering sanity, the wrecked baby minds.  Fed dung for so long, fed the puke of lies.  Gutless nausea, the running riot, the liquified waste.  They crave the taste. Shame is dead, it works no longer.  The shameless are offering peace, they want to move along, they want to rule.  But this winter is lit, the darkness is on the edge of town, near the swamps, where the snakes gather.  They hiss like sissies, they cry.  They do what they are told.

  Understanding or convincing cleaned people is boring, giving them the dirty truth is pointless.  Anything but the dirty truth.  Over and over, they glaze, they chant, they mutter, they make note, they whine and moan for another bath.  Wash, wash, wash, always washing.  Their laughs are hateful laughs, void of humor, full of threats.  Many observations, in all manner of dimensions, have been reported.  Lots of hope in the observations, which is dangerous.  Not enough skepticism, which is where the best observations are made, observations that pass the muster, observations that stick.  One important point, there is no crying while observing, save that for later, after the report is filed, after the story is written, when the soul relaxes.  This is a critical point for any respectable observer, please read the previous sentence again. These tactics are obnoxious, these strategies are flimsy, these manipulations are real.  The Ivy...

There are no results to accept yet, the certified, bona fide kind, the only kind that matter when it comes to acceptance in voting matters.  Probably a technicality anyways.  However, there are many things to accept right here and right now, in digital permanence, in atmospheric cloudiness, with wireless conviction and truth, as observed from the outside looking in, as seen and known.  For starters, accept that many have declared a winner of the 2020 U.S. Presidential Election based on projected results.  Not to insult the individual projectors, but as a group, as an occupation, it's been a tough run, a bunch of flops, a bit unimpressive. Wait until the projections are validated by the certified and bona fide results to accept them, it's fine, it's a basic and reasonable tenant of obviousness.  Most likely it's a technicality anyways.  Next, accept what you want to accept.  Accept is a word, it can be spoken, written, and thought.  The 1st Amendme...

The legal fight is looming like an unwanted fate.  The election cheaters are ultimately at fault, if there was election cheating, and election cheating seems likely.  The parades in the streets continue anyway, censorship lifted up as a righteous act.  For now.  In the end, Americans will say what they want to say, it's the 1st Amendment for good reason. Happy for the happiness, it's been so long for many of these currently happy people.  Despite the approaching apocalyptic enraged gloom, despite the obvious voting tabulation anomalies, despite the mathematical impossibilities, despite the deviations.  For now, don't worry, be happy.  It will be fine, just fine.  Fair is fair, legal is legal, the hand count will decide. The stories are fabricated, all of it is measured out, like a ration, like a plot.  It's not news, it is nothing new.  The network faces are stoned, immaculate, they know only what's on the green screen.  Too mu...

The night they drove out the free for good.  They were tired of red, the color, the heat, the people, they were tired of winning.  As predicted.  The Texicans watched the spectacle, the wise birth of Texico years earlier was validated as the most greedy, the most greasy, and the most sleazy took over America once and for all.  It was inevitable.  True to the communist tradition and form, they continue to create lists of common Americans who get off the line.  Even their flag was radically redesigned.  Red, white, and blue was rejected.  No one knew who was watching who, and who was doing what, and who was getting that, and who was staying quiet.  America was far from the land of the free and home of the brave.  Those words described Texico, and those seeking freedom and bravery continued to immigrate there year after year.  Americans flooded the orderly process, they were eager to become Texicans. The northern estado of Trinity, kn...

  The parties are lame, attracting the insecure, the uptight, the socially inept, the creeps, the chronic complainers, and others.  Moronic band of Twaddle Dees and Twiddle Dumbs.  Good ole do-gooders all sleazed up in slime, grubbing for coin, blades of all types near, unsuspecting backs with no idea. They subconsciously describe themselves when they describe what they detest, and the parties detest alot, they keep lists of the detested.  The detested cannot be invited to the party unless certain conditions are met and some pledge is hummed, incredibly lame. News networks, sports networks, shopping networks, and Christmas movie networks aren't mentioned in the Constitution.  In fact, I have fact checked this fact.  The supreme network calls the shots if a certain state, or states, can't get it together.  On many issues, including the voting process.  The network over all networks, with 9 satellites, orbiting. And now there are lists, it's get...

  All dead voters should be disenfranchised, they had their day, unless a mail-in ballot was postmarked on or before the official date of death.  Non-US citizens, out, even if they become official days or weeks from now.  Not yet, out.  The jailed, nah, they should not have citizen influence until they are freed. Unsigned voter ballots is a tough one.  I vote we accept them, unless the voter is dead or a Non-US citizen as described above, signatures through the mail is sketchy.  All duplicates should, by rule, be thrown out, the duplicate and the duplicated, to be clear.  Also, votes that come from US citizens in the wrong state should be tossed, stick to your state.  Weird ballots should be axed for sure, ballots that just look weird, everyone knows what a weird ballot looks like. Get on with it, fold up the ballot machines, they are from last century, we need to enable the glowvote.  Vote from our glowdevices, vote with the touch of an...

The cheating-is-a-virtue crowd.  Constant and planned, assuming reactions, predicting response.  Engineering.  It's generally a fragile strategy, extremely fragile when playing a tenacious opponent, one who is unpredictable, one who hates losing more than they love winning.  No conceding, no quiting, keeping the bait in the water. These math experts can't even add, only projections, analysis, calls, dumps, 4 standard deviations.  Go to bed.  Come back and try again tomorrow, count.  Gather up the local 3rd grade classes, they can count too, add video cameras, 1, 2, 3, 4.  Let's go, count, no recess until this assignment is complete. The fix will be fixed somehow.  It'll end in nightmare discontent for the washed.  Too much justice, roughly 6-3.  A supreme decision.  The fruit of the cheating virtue is tasty poison, delicious and deadly, like my 2 mulligans yesterday.  A slight stomach rumble grows into a loud roiling...

  And a general chaos will not ensue, despite the emotionally wrecked.  The chaos will only exist in their heads, unthinking for so long, dormant and closed.  Eyes and ears didn't matter, it was intended to look different, to sound different, to be different, but is wasn't.  Even the aftermath illusions of being done wrong won't matter, it'll be hopeless.  The condition is known as Cleaned Brain Confusion, it is treatable with rest, inversion therapy, and a lollipop. Bullhorns on election day, inaudible screaming about class or no class or low class.  They are all different, and class is a deliberate act, it's not a human trait.  Classy is best, of course.  No class, otherwise known as classless is actually tolerable, the absence of class ain't so bad, especially if we attain some class over a lifetime.  Low class is the gutter dwellers, actively seeking to be lowdown, dirty, and mean. The low class will eventually blame each other, low...

The loud losers are already losing loudly, even before the loss.  Seeking to minimize the humiliation with delusional distractions, raw envy disguised as raw anger, and worthless hoping.  They trust lawyers too much, and the lawyers are in it for the billable hours, the lawyers wanna fight forever and ever, fighting pays good.  The Headrooms will explain it all to the cleaned brains at 7 EST/8 CST.  Indignation, hysterical wailing, bloodshot eyes, and citizen disgust. The pick-up truckers of Texas have made it clear to the gawdy political tour buses clogging up the roads and highways.  Welcome.  Speeding escorts full of flags and honking through the mean streets, protection from potential rioting, car jackings, and looting maniacs.  Free speech above all, enjoy your stay, please dispose of all bus trash properly.  Don't mess with Texas. Campfire night for the election.  Plywood sales are booming, the baby fit is being prepared, it's the lo...

  Travesty of the disgusting type, sleazy, dirty.  L eaked, validated, displayed, prime time sleaze.  Dredged up.  Gossip.  An old order circ us , a national disgrace, in the highest tech of the day.    Let this process end, the harm is done, already gave it all at the office.  Made it this far on merit, the rest is politics.  Defended his name as that Senate panel sat in uppity, blank judgement.  29 years ago with the same disdain for alternate thoughts, the same hypocritical smirk, the same beady, darting eyes.  Oily, combed over hair strands, before the plugs. Running the same scam, accusing others of his crimes.  Harasser, thief, opportunist.  A stammerer, a dung slinger, a shoveler of waste, a talker of unusual inauthenticity.  The king clown, the leader of the circus clown crew.  Karma and the story of Clarence Thomas.