trallala … buvons donc !

Things happen fast & brutal in the adventurous world that is a bus driver’s life. I had to give my car to a new colleague, the snake I nurtured on my bosom over the last days. My (rather hyper) dispatcher told me that he’d need me as stand-by now. Things were hectic at this morning, and when I walked away from my now ex-vehicle I asked him whether he’d call me – “Of course I’ll call you back” may be the most common lie nowadays. In earlier days it was “The check is in the post”. After busily waiting until the early afternoon for the non-call, I realised that I would not drive (yesterday’s) afternoon, and surely not today’s morning.
So I am busily doing nothing, waiting for a call.
Actually I wanted to write about Artificial Intelligence, these algorhythms that wrote BEETHOVENs tenth symphony, calculate insurance premia, run computer trading at the exchange, and GOd alone may know what these machines already “do for us”. Now the image creating program DALL-E is hyped, but it is not the only one of its kind. More users will be allowed, so the thing gets better training.
I am not sure where all this is headed. Yesterday I saw in the news an autonomous roboter dog with a submachine gun mounted, one can buy it for some thousand dollars. I think the “dog” is still “un-intelligent”, and will shoot at anything in range, when programmed / ordered to do so. Do I want “intelligence added to such a perversion ? So little Blammo can act even more independently, and “decide” when to shoot whom ?
Anyway, it is much too hot to think seriously, especially about morals & ethics. Subjects by the way, that are absolutely unimportant in this modern world’s politics, it is simply again all about who has the bigger club. The stupidity of this testosterone-driven boneheadedness is simply stunning ; the responsiveness of the masses for the most simple and obvious lies is mind-crashing. Where’s my high horse, damn it ?! To end on a light note – War to the bottles !

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Public Transport. Or Not

Sorry, a bit of a whine fest, but the anger still reverberates.
Yesterday we decided that I would visit today in Suebia. So I dutifully checked the train connection, and found all good – no more nasty construction work, a simple one-change-only journey in time. Due to sad experience, I also looked at the bus connection, all well. So I stood at the bus station too early this morning, enjoying fresh air, and singing birds in that plane tree. Some other people joined, four or five. The bus made its way up the hill in time, followed its path, some minutes later it appeared at the top of the hill downwards bound, I grabbed my portemonnaie to buy a ticket.
The bus set its indicator to the right, turned, there it went. We looked at each other in astonishment. A lady stated the obvious – the driver followed the detour that had been rescinded last week. “He must realise his mistake, and should come up the hill in five minutes or so.” After ten minutes it was clear that he would not. A younger couple went away, a young foreign man, seemingly a student, looked at his phone (the app of the local transport facility is useless for some days now, I accidentally had heared it in the local news while driving), I felt a wave of sheer, red anger rolling over me.
So I did not realise that the lady was talking to me. I could not follow and as friendly as I could manage in this situation I asked her to leave me alone. I felt the need to move and walked around the plane tree. She actually asked whether I would share a taxi cab, what I did not want. A car stopped, driven by another lady, they chatted, and both drove away.
I was still there unsure what to do, trying to come to a conclusion. I knew that the next bus would come soon, but this one, as experience has it, would arrive too late at the station to catch the train. So I phoned Suebia.
I slowly wandered a few steps down the road still talking on the phone, when the first bus came bimbling up the hill, the driver waving at me to join, while the next regular was behind him. Yes, at this moment I became a bit upset, and told him very clearly that I would not need his service now. It was really useless by then, more than 15 minutes over time.
While I went home, two small white dogs came and looked at me, turning away unimpressed, literally shoving me aside. At home I felt the need for a cup of coffee and a cigarette. That was when I realised that I was out of rolling paper.
Still mumbling I decided to look into the computer, I simply was afraid that I had missed something last evening. But no, all departure times were as I had wrote them down. Then I saw at the Deutsche Bahn site a little red notice under the connection I had wanted to reach, reading “Kein Halt heute”. “No Stop today”. Whadyamean?
It hit me like a hammer – even if I would have jumped into this rotten bus – and hence run through the bus station & the main station to reach that damn platform – there would not have been a train. Just a huffing, puffing, and yelling mago. At this moment tears of anger appeared in my eyes.
This “express” just shuttles between the Franconian and the Suebian capital, and for whatever godless reasons it stops for a crew change in a town called Lauda, just behind (or before) the frontier between Bavaria and Baden-W├╝rttemberg. Sometimes there is no new crew, and then the train parks and the passengers wait in the rain for an hour until the following train comes by. Been there, done that. It always rains in Lauda.
Last night they had no replacement crew, and nobody could be arsed to drive the train towards Franconia in the morning. So of course it started from Lauda. How to reach this rotten place was not part of the travel information.
At this moment I yelled nasty words.
Later I went to the supermarket to buy stuff like fag paper, things I could put on bread. On the parking lot, near the plastic shed for the shopping trolleys, I was greeted by a man who had worked for The Knights (he was basically driving his now sadly deceased daughter), a now retired theoretical physicist, who (unasked) explained his view of the pandemic to me. It is a wild conspiracy theory that left me feeling very uneasy, because of his earnest, seriousness, and sense of mission. I had had a good rapport with his daughter, liked to discuss with his wife (a mathematician), and he sees me as one of the worthy, who just needs to be told the truth.
After all this, the rest of the day felt strangely empty. i wanted to cook, and had all the ingredients ready, they are still sitting there next to the sink, but I feel torpid. I want a fag, sleep, and forget this day.

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One of Those Again … sorry

Last week I read two pieces in “the news”. And what makes me write about this, is the feeling of doom they caused. It is only comparable to the moment when I realised that the little fuehrer will be the next president of the US, sometime back in September 2016.
I did not follow the hearings about January the 6th of last year closely. Simply because I had followed what happened, and the terrible aftermath. These hearings are necessary : No one can say now that he, she, or it, did not have a chance to get informed. In itself these hearings are a good sign of a living, and perhaps even healthy, democracy.
What they proved beyond any reasonably doubt is that what happened on this date was no accident. It was not simply a speech that got out of hand, a mass of people who got out of control. What we see is a planned attack on the core of democracy, that is the peaceful and legal shift of power from the outgoing administration that lost, to the incoming administration that won the legal election. The little fuehrer knew what he was doing. All was prepared, the fraudulent replacement “electors”, the henchmen for the violent part, a kind of nerve centre was established in that hotel.
You know how it played out. The little fuehrer was so close to become the big fuehrer, but the putsch that would establish him as authoritarian one man supremo of the US did not work out. And all this should and would have been known & proven back then : If the USA would not be a banana republic the little crap would already be doing time in prison for high treason. The “conservatives” Republicans caved in, and nowadays the traitor holds court in his Floridian whorehouse, and brags openly about his return.
What brings me to the first article I read (here) about a Republican apparatchik who testified in the hearings. And then says, obviously in full command of his mind, that he would support the little fuehrer if he would return. And what hit me violently is that he is not alone : This seems to be the mindset of the average Republican mandarin – they will support this “man” again !
That is what I call a “Good German”. That is what one could hear after the 8th of May 1945, like a litany : I just followed orders. I am not responsible, I am simply a small wheel in a big machine, of course I am innocent. To say in the same breath that the constitution is something “saint” is blasphemous on more than one level.
The other article I read (cnn, npr) is about the “platform” the Texan Republicans, well, formed. Says that BIDEN is not the legitimate president, guns are good for you, and more – read it for yourself, please.
As I understand this is vox populi (hence vox Dei ), that is what the ordinary Tex(i)an Republican thinks, wants ; and I believe it is representative for what those ordinary Republicans in other parts of the US South think, and want. They want to follow the little fuehrer, come rain or sunshine – what means that they embrace the lies, the racism, and the violence. And of course, they want to get rid of democracy, at least in the broad sense. “Democracy” is for Whites only. Niggers, pacos and slitty eyes may meet Mr Gerry Mander, they are all just “staff” after all, and may rot in the ghetto. Women shut up and bear children. Dykes and sissy boys better change their attitude, or else. And this is always and everywhere, the “or else” – the threat of violence. Guns for all and everybody, and guns are nothing else but violence in metal form. In the end a problem can always be solved with the help of a military grade automatic.
The terrible thing is that I have absolutely no feeling of exaggerating, of hyperbole – I think I convey the thinking behind this “platform” correctly – it is what they want. And the apparatchiks say that they’ll support the traitor when he will come back.
I think that this society as a whole, can not survive this. What manifests itself here is older than “maga” ; the little shit and his minions are catalysers, they showed up at the right place at the right moment in history. But this development is ongoing, unstoppable, and irreversible. The point of no return is behind us. I am sure that this society will violently implode in the near future.
It will be another great day when president deSantis and vice-president Greene will appear at the G-something or the UN to deliver groundbreaking, great (!), speeches. This will be not only Rock’n Roll, this will be punk. And this is what they are, all of them, punks.

Hello

Yeah, I am back again. Sorry for missing last Sunday Music – after all it is a rare interruption I think ; yes, with a little pride thrown in, l’lI work the “thousand”.
Back in stone age – or will “they” now call it the “Golden Age of Blogging” ? – Cheesemeister once said something along the line “this is my goddam part of the internet, and I will say what I want, basteds” ! C was right back then, and it is right right now. (I was just reminded by wordpress that this blog runs on their platform for twelve years. Ach Gott. )
I am dead tired. Of a lot of things. Over the last weeks I was watching strange people do strange things, and it would be absolutely boring to give an accurate account. I have some stories stored in my head, and that is enough.
A lot would be to say about some political “things” happening right now, be it those Hearings in Amurga (where seemingly nobody cares about), be it Boris tearing up some contracts (did someone seriously expect something else ?), and the goddamn war in the East. I am too tired to discuss, to argue, to understand. Some limits have been crossed, and it seems that there is no way back.
Anyway. I still hope for a lump of money falling in my lap, so that I can retire meself to the countryside for a life of books, music, beauty and love. I’ll let you know when it happens.
Meanwhile I have to soldier on, rumbling. And here is some rumbling music, performed by three very confidence inspiring gentlemen, who call(ed) themselves AUM (Ger.). And remember, you’ll never find a hippie in Mississippi …

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