Leaving LA in the Not-so-Broad Daylight…

IMG_2509I’ve been accused of writing country music songs in my spare time, to make ends meet and to fulfill other sporadic random urges, apparently, so maybe I should. Here goes another attempt, one more time, so how’s that howling coyote go? Wa-ooo, wuff wuff wa-ooo, get along little doggies…

Except that the LA in this case is Los Angeles, not Louisiana, and the time in question is midnight, not daylight, BUT: Hey, it’s better than ‘LA in the Rear-view Mirror, US in the Gutter’, which is how I really feel. Don’t you just love it when happy coincidences converge in real life?

img_1069So when Donald Trump was just a dark horse candidate for the presidency, I said that if he were elected I’d leave the country—and maybe or maybe not ever come back. After all, at that time he was a sure loser, and the Russian dirty tricks hadn’t kicked in yet. And that sentence was in the subjunctive mood, imperfect conditional tense, rarely attempted and even more rarely actually used…

But know that we’re indicative, but still very imperfect, it’s nice that I had contingency plans already in place, only a matter of shifting priorities and realigning emphases. The night that DJT was elected was like watching a slow-motion disastrophic breakdown in progress, like cancer or schizophrenia or sink mold or Russian collusion…

No, the Russians didn’t win the election for Trump, but they may very well have lost it for Hillary. The only question is whether they were helping Bernie since way back, and I bet they were. For some reason, I guess sleeping with the Russians ain’t so bad now that they’re Mafia, and not Communist…

But that’s neither here nor there now, because I’m here and they’re there, back in the USA, where I just was, and I’m now in Thailand, where I’d much rather be. I never thought I’d see the US in such pathetic shape, but I hold no grudges against any Trump supporters, just Trump himself, and the gaggle of misfits that he calls family…

IMG_2519I know that there are good people amongst his supporters, and I have no beef with them, though anyone who ‘lays hands’ on that vile disgusting pig in hopes of salvation, should seriously seek professional help. But there are still things enjoyable about the good ol’ US of A, even if it’s getting harder to actually put a list together…

Tops would be the killer music, much of it for free (for you, that is, somebody else pays, I hope), though my increasingly Buddhist orientation definitely downplays any and all attempts at entertainment, as do all the great and serious religions, mantras of ‘eat eat drink drink play play’ more suited for the undisciplined city-slickers who will be the first to go if the sh*t ever really does hit the fan…

But for local LA entertainment, it doesn’t get any better than Dos Lobos (half of the monster semi-mythical Mexican-American band Los Lobos, the better half, so maybe Frontal Lobos). I mean, you gotta’ respect a band that took their moment in the sun as the band behind the curtain in the movie “La Bamba” and with simultaneous re-hashed hit single, then pretty much pissed it all away by releasing an album of Mexican folclorico standards, La Pistola y el Corazon. Them’s cojones…

But that’s as far as I got in my LA musical adventures, where I once would’ve hit as many as five venues in a single evening, all by public trans, and all for free. I guess I’m growing up, getting jaded, getting older or getting wise, one, because now more and more it means less and less, and I’ve got a hot date with Buddhism, and that beats Donald Trump on any day in any week, even if he were to be hanged in the public square at high noon—and only then I would forgive him, nothing personal…

IMG_2476What else? Yeah, there was the cosmic cockroach of divine retribution, here, and a brief stay in Tucson, at exorbitant centigrades of heat and hubris, but other than that it was mostly nostalgic reminiscing, a little bit of hugging, but not much kissing, visa hassles and shifting financials. I made travel plans and then canceled, more often than not this year this epoch, so maybe that speaks volumes where no doctor would dare…

I do have a beef with TSA, though, the folks that inspect luggage at airports, and hopefully keep the world safe for democracy—yeah, right—but often as not piss all over themselves in the process of simple searches, like when they decide after you’ve checked in for your flight, that they need to break your locks to inspect your luggage. Are we living in a police state yet? Surely there must be a better way…

Bottom line: the US is probably dying, and maybe the world along with it, not for lack of better options but the will to survive. I won’t condescend to tell the last person to leave if he wouldn’t mind turning the lights out, because I hope beyond hope that our civilization will somehow pull through. After all, it doesn’t have to be this way. I repeat: it doesn’t have to be this way…

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