LONG SLOG BLOG GOES EVEN LONGER

A long slog is not a walk in the park.

On a sunny day.

With friends and plans for more fun.

Oh, no, that’s not slogging. This is slogging:

This long slog blog is a daily march through the grit and grime of American culture, then washing it off and doing it again.

Sound like fun so far?

About that American culture: What is it, and what did it used to be?

As a child, life was defined by my parents.

They both worked so when we were old enough to trust we were latch-key kids.

Before that they interviewed a babysitter who requested permission to ‘whip the children.’

That was a selling point to Ma.

Since they talked about whipping in front of us we were careful to behave.

Violet and Arthur were local stand-ins for distant grandparents and we stayed in touch through college.

 

This long slog blog takes a good look around inside and out, online and in person.

With all the looking and wondering about shit, I see banned books and know one thing:

Book ban people are missing something, like their critical thinking.

No is calling them fucking morons; no one needs to.

The morons are those who jump on the book banning bandwagon because their community leader, their spiritual guide, or their gerrymandered official told them they read the books and they are unsuitable for library or school.

And you.

It slogs my brain to think anyone would take book advice from someone who hadn’t read the book in question.

In the American culture I grew up in we read all of those books whether we wanted to or not.

Teacher assigns reading, students read.

Local fuck-stick assigns books to not read, and everyone lights a bonfire before complaining about television and video games ruining American culture.

 

The Polite Response To Banned Books

Who wouldn’t want to hear that from a kid or adult?

Keep reading.

The rest of us will be over here doing quiet things, like writing a long slog blog.

You’re welcome.

Out of the list of books banned in the top image I’ve got all of them, or had all of them at one time, except Lord of the Flies.

George Orwell must be quite a threat to get two titles on the list.

My favorite is Catcher in the Rye. The reason why?

 

Books And Musical Instruments 

If you know how to read, then you can also read music.

However, if you can’t read music, you can still learn.

But the bonus is picking up a guitar and being familiar enough to play a song without reading a thing.

But what song, Blogger Dave?

Not Stairway To Heaven, boomer.

Take any song you know the words to and play it in E. Why E?

Because the top string is E, the second string is A.

One string, one note. Now you’re a guitar player.

It’s that easy. The hard part comes when you start thinking of adding an extra note, like a B.

 

Why does the guitar player look both ways before crossing there street?

Because if you don’t C-sharp, you will B-flat.

 

Too Complicated?

Nothing is as easy as it first seems, from reading and writing, to jamming.

But why would that stop you?

What usually happens is people don’t sound the way they think they should sound on guitar.

In the first five minutes.

Like banning a book, something tweaks your indignation and instead of figuring it out, you quit.

It’s easier if you get permission to quit from an authority figure.

Then you’re stuck with a decision made for you by a goddamn quitter and you won’t know the difference.

What quitters need more than anything are people who agree with them.

“Good job, quitter.”

“No one quits as good as you.”

“You make giving up feel good. Now what?”

 

Now what?

Now you get to live with the consequences of your actions while the POS you took advice from goes about their merry way.

Sound familiar? This ought to help:

 

How Was I Supposed To Know?

When your life goes into the shitter after taking advice from a defective person, where is the accountability?

Multiple sources tell of a man convicted of Jan 6 activities who has had urine and feces thrown at him while in jail.

And he doesn’t like it.

Iced Earth needs a new guitar player?

When is the first time you heard about convicts throwing bodily fluids through the bars?

If you act out on the suggestion of some nutcase, and explain it to the judge, it’s still going to be you going to the big house.

I read an article in Esquire Magazine I haven’t been able to find about prison life for the new guys.

But I did find this.

 

I appreciate the opportunity to appear before the National Prison Rape Elimination Commission to discuss the work of the Department of Justice Office of the Inspector General (OIG) regarding staff sexual abuse of federal inmates.

 

So not only do you have to watch out for your roommate, dudes in the yard, and the neighbor at home with your wife, the staff is also a threat to your comfort and well being?

The long slog blog says that is too long a slog.

No matter where you live, if you’re straight, gay, or undecided, it’s got to be better than a jail full of guys with solid stools and good arms who think you are their property just because they bought you for three cigarettes.

My biggest concern for the Trump guys facing time?

That they will be treated worse than they treated the police on Jan 6.

Then there’s prison administration.

Who knew about the interrogation centers, the black sites, before the rest of us?

The prisoners and the jailers.

These aren’t the same jailers working today, right?

Current jail personnel don’t know about secret sites and prisoner relocation, do they?

But what if a prisoner has an attitude that doesn’t conform to education and remorse for their acts and calls guards brain-dead stooges following laws of ignorance with sheep-like obedience?

Prisoner transfer on Cell Block D.

To where?

Where what, that’s where. Do your job and stop asking questions or there might be a ‘guard transfer.’

Yes, sir.

While the insurrectionists do their time, the guy who inspired them travels around stirring the pot for the next group to follow his advice.

If you want to join something, anything, pick carefully.

 

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