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Two Questions For r.douglas

Why do you always bio-point that you’re an autodidact?

Because I’m always hoping that someone would, just once, have responded with; “Big deal that, I’m an autodidact too. Been that way since I got out of high school.” Or college, or grad school, or pipe fitter, bartender, or pole dancer school. That would have been sweet. Because that’s what one must be… always an autodidact …to be fully adult… see.

Or you could just be afraid and look down your nose at a five dollar word because you no longer feel the need to read and maybe have to use a dictionary… being all done with schoolin’ and all that shit. But.

And to risk being labeled an anti-influencer, autodidact is a “bit flip” word I have found useful in determining the intellectual honesty and curiosity of people on line. Semi-Pro Tip. Another bit flip word is “ambivert.” Another bit flip word is bit….never mind.

What’s with all your whining about being a ward of the State?

Granted, I’ve featured that as a bio-point too, but I began to really stoke it when the pandemic hit and the lockdown began, and the Fed Reserve quadrupled everyones “allowance,” and state mandates were instituted, and because you know, de fecto, as an autodidact might say… each of us became, and let’s hope, but titularly, wards of the state.

But really and early on, more than a decade ago, I used my personal experience of being a ward of the state to try and back door a political discussion concerning war powers and the The National Security Act of 1947.

And how does a government of the people, by the people, and for the people, prosecutes a war (on a tactic! (terror)…and will most people truly understand what is to be done, will be done, and in their name? Even if, they, the people, won’t know, and by law can’t know, what the fuck is being done, in their name.

Hurrah for democracy, or the republic, or some such amalgamation of a rhubarb pie of representative governance.

Sad to say no conversation about those incongruities took place. I tried. I’ll always try. But now, and going forward, not here. Not any more.

Here, in a noticeably reduced form factor, I shall continue to practice my true grift….make that gift. A oh so clever and not in the least marketable or utilitarian knack to knock out the disposable and daily doggerel. Or something equally as trivial.

Any further political woof tickets will perch at and be peached on a new site that will sit aside the aforementioned coming listserv. I’ve already begun working on it. And I’m looking forward to it. I think.

So see ya…and did I mention that I’m an autodidact.


I’m spry yet retired. I reside in the inner city of a major metropolitan area of the United States. I read politics. I watch baseball. I hum along with the tune. I June swoon, and moon the bad poem. Post here, are old and new. Opinions are my very own, except when wrong.

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