The turquoise waters and rocky shoreline of Jaragua National Park in the Pedernales Province of southwestern Dominican Republic not far from the border with Haiti. Picture source here.
This is just north of Cabo Falso, which is a promontory on the coastline that is just north of Cabo Beata, which is the actual southernmost point of "DR" and the entire island of "mainland" Hispaniola (there is a small island just off the cape called Isla Beata).
Isla Beata, a small island off the southernmost point (Cabo Beata) of the Dominican Republic and Hispaniola.
Sunday early afternoon. I just got up. I am in a bad mood.
I really and truly have no family whatsoever. It just boggles my mind how much my mother has zero use for me. I've never quite gotten my mind around that one. As for my crazy dad, well, he's just crazy. I suppose I could call him. And except for some friends (oddly enough, mostly female these days), I just have no body in my life, full stop.
In addition, I realize just how low I am on money between now and my scheduled paycheck on July 25th. Yes, I am scheduled to get paid on July 10th, but that one disproportionately goes to rent. So I just have to not spend any money. That will make Wall-P -- who rakes in massive amounts of money at all times in service to Corporate Oligarchy -- quite happy.
Well, actually, little Wall-P -- as a robotic corporate tool for oligarchical overclass intrigue and nonstop reverse class warfare -- doesn't get "happy" so much as it feels "affirmed" and "correct." This manifests itself in rapid-fire clicks that pass through its binary circuitry: "Eh. Eh. Eheheh. Eh. Eh."
But then along comes Cruella de Staff -- hair all wild and eyes bugged out, the battle-axe herself ready for battle -- to yell, browbeating Wall-P literally onto the ground for failing to do some trivial or idiotic task that is really just designed to maintain control.
Of course, this is true of most married women -- they "wed" their husbands and turn them into buccal-pumping frogs. The husbands are too dumbass dumb to notice anything and instead just get their card punched for permission to go to the bathroom in their palatial overpriced suburban split-level boxes.
American Shining City on the Hill. Or something like that.
Oh, and let's not even bring up the topic of the sticky, poopy, bratty children and houses filled with electronic gizmos and 65" plasma screen TVs that pick up 28,000 channels -- all American crap and commercials. And everybody a gun-totin' libertarian in that nightmarish dystopian beehive, itself a sort of straitjacket from the church to the townhouse association and every "concerned about the children citizen" in between from which you cannot escape.
The view from my Hampton Courts apartment window, Washington, D.C., 12:55PM July 6, 2014.
It's too damn sunny.
To return to my original point, the July 25th date I mentioned assumes I am still gainfully employed by then. At this point, I think I have enough billability to carry me through July.
Last night was OK. I went to James Hoban with Nick and Jake, and then to No. 9 before walking home. As for today, I just don't know what to do. There is nothing for me to do. I guess I'll just wander around. I'll take a bike ride, I guess.
And on this negative note, let me end by posting a link to this outstanding Andrew O'Hehir piece (link embedded): Liberty, equality and Lincoln's legacy: Is America doomed?
The sub-headline is "With Obama's dreams of being a second Lincoln ruined by a new civil war, how long can our paralyzed country last?"
I can't do the piece justice with excerpts. Andrew O'Hehir, as I have mentioned, is quickly becoming one of my must-reads along with Paul Krugman and Jonathan Chait, as well as Michael Lind.
Having posted this, I would like to post a link to this contrary piece by Ross Douthat of The New York Times (link embedded): A Company Liberals Could Love.
It's about why liberals -- if they weren't so obsessed with a litany of issues that often revolve around contraception and abortion -- would in theory quite like Hobby Lobby as a socially responsible company that pays its employees rather well ($15 per hour to start) and that provides health insurance. It just happens to have moral objections based on religious grounds.
Furthermore, he asserts that the 5-4 decision won't in the long run really block an expansion of contraceptive coverage under the Afforable Care Act ("Obamacare" or "ObamaCare" in GOP parlance) given the overall massive expansion of health care coverage. That is a point that Ezra Klein made last week in this Vox entry.
I still think the Scalia 5 on the Supreme Court are -- as O'Hehir writes -- are "sock puppets" for pretty much any and all atavistically reactionary and/or corporate oligarchical interests in the country. However, I do think that Douthat raises an important counterpoint.
OK, that's all for now. I'm not sure when I'll update the blog again -- perhaps later tonight or perhaps tomorrow night.