As many who have been visiting me here for awhile are indubitably aware, one of my occasional pastimes is sitting in front of my computer, sipping something pleasant and listening to music that dredges up memories from the past. Believe me, when you have more than fifty years of past to dwell upon, there’s quite a bit of material upon which to draw for the purpose of reminiscence – especially if you led a restless, wandering younger life that consisted of copious geographic changes and even more occupational endeavors, friendships and adventures.

It’s interesting and in some ways depressing to remember certain periods three decades ago and beyond when the world was such a different place. People say that technology has made Earth much smaller, yet that really doesn’t seem to be the case. My own perception is that it has grown, in the sense that such things as friendliness, warmth, trust and actual communication between the planet’s human inhabitants has come to be divided by ever expanding gulfs, not only between continents, but between the co-inhabitants of individual cities as well.

The people you pass on the sidewalks in nearly any city you care to name seem to be surrounded by invisible force fields, no doubt a defensive reaction to the legions of panhandlers and other human spam that have proliferated in the last couple of decades. These people move about as though no passers-by exist in their respective worlds. What can you do? Spam is everywhere, on your computer, in your mailbox, on television. In the vast gulf of my own memories, I can’t remember any other time when so many people were continuously forcing their unrestricted, morally and otherwise, marketing campaigns down our throats.

What I find most distressing is that there are no limits to what they advertise and how they advertise it. Perhaps it’s because I was raised in a time when intimate venues were kept… intimate. Today, women’s private items are advertised everywhere and of late there are a lot of ads on TV and spams on the WWW for potions that purport to either counteract “erectile disfunction” or enlarge the male member. There is a KY ad on the tube for an intimate lubricant. There are ads for computer dating services, ads for weight loss programs that disclaim any real results while claiming that gorging themselves on the advertisers’ pre-prepared meals (“if you can eat, you can lose weight”) will take off tens of pounds, Girls Gone Wild ads that would never have made it to television when I was growing up, etc, etc. Spams advertising cheap, foolproof methods of becoming as rich as any garden variety sultan without having to put in any real work or otherwise earn the promised fortune are as common as molecules.

How about spam from folks you’ve never heard of that advertises using their pheromone products to make women pant for you, following you home and into your bed as though you were an erotic pied piper, or whose subject lines come across with “Tired of being a needledick?”

At the risk of being cliché, I ask, is nothing sacred anymore?

This is mostly attributable to the effects that liberal thinking, liberal legislation and Hollywood liberalism have engendered in virtually every aspect of every branch of media in our society. If I invent a new breakthrough in vibrating dildo technology and begin mass producing a product based on it, there is probably some way I could run TV commercials to sell it during prime time.

Now, going back to the era (circa 1969 to 1973) of the music I’m listening to at the moment – the playlist is R & B/ Soul (I’ve never learned the difference between the two, but I love ‘em both, so I don’t suppose it matters), all my memories are wholesome in an extreme, our society was completely different – even the extreme liberals who “helped” us lose the Vietnam war at home weren’t nearly as extreme as the leftist assholes (not only Pelosi & Co on the Hill, but the MSM and the many treasonous anti-war activists from Hollywood and elsewhere) we seem forced to endure today.

Wow, the playlist has moved up nearly a decade, to the song I consider to be the Pointer Sisters’ absolute masterpiece. I have never heard this track played on any stateside radio stations, but I was living in Puerto Rico (yeah, I told you I moved around a lot in my younger years) when it was released, and it was really popular in that part of the Caribbean at the time (lots of airplay on WIBS-FM). It was off Sweet and Soulful, and was titled Sweet Lover Man. My second favorite track on that LP was Could I Be Dreaming.

Okay, so now we’re at a stage in our society where socialism seems to be gradually taking over our democracy – we conservatives do what we can to oppose it, do all we can to get our message out… and our Jello-spined, complacent, self seeking senators and representatives on the Hill continuously cede political “territory” to the Democrats. As a result, no matter what we fight for, what we want, what we believe (even as the majority of voters), etc, etc, is obscured by a media that is totally anti-America, representative of socialist ideals and arse creeps the ACLU, CAIR and other enemies of our great nation and its Constitution, constitute a winning faction. There is a leftist revolution in progress, and it is winning.

For my own part, I see the early years of my life as another, better world.

My friend Cubed and I share the concept that was so well phrased in a 1960s Richard Harris film as applied to where our own civilization is headed:

Don’t let it be forgot
That once there was a spot
For one brief shining moment
That was known as Camelot.

To tell the truth, I’m tired. I really am. This world has become a study in idiocy, and that says a lot more than I can say for the state of the United States Government.

I have decided to retire, screw everything!

I have decided to take the clause in a contract for a new offshore job that gives me an out, and have opted to simply drop out of the marketplace entirely, bury myself in a big U.S. city and retire – live off my investments, blog, and work on the manuscript of a novel I’ve been working on for quite sometime. I am blessed with the financial circumstances to do so, and the very idea becomes more attractive by the minute….