My lament:
In the first Godfather movie, Don Vito Corleone refuses to enter the narcotics trade, staying quiet and put. This only invites his enemy Virgil Solozzo to attempt assassination and start a gangland war. In the same way I wonder whether calmly going about my postal duties on the job (back in 1998) wouldn't have welcomed harassment and bullying from the folks finding themselves with some floor supervisory authority over me at the time. I refer here to Henry Lang., Art Green's Lorraine, Menal, Jose and the two Lisas. If I were Tom Petty or Bob Dylan I might add a few pointed lyrics for their great Jammin' Me song. Glad to be finally done with the lot of these bullies: completely useless people on every level Oh, and near the end there was also Willy, a young, ignorant hyper-macho boo-butt bent on crushing people with his alpha-male persona and cutting, combative tongue. Bye-bye, creepos. Nothing wrong with me being reasonable and a good worker, but sometimes a little bluntness and confrontation can work well. Later today I have scheduled an infusion chemotherapy treatment at the Cancer Pavilion...I've reacted well so far to chemo in the past. No ninth grade nonsense and discouragement today, and I've already done about 3 minutes of home exercise. Looks like the bigshots in state and nat'l government are at it again, trying to roll back my already-confirmed citizenship and voting status. Leave me the eff alone, fascist jerks...
Now that that's off my chest, I'd like to shift a little into gratitude mode. Those folks were probably, in their own minds, just doing their best and maybe to them I wasn't quite measuring up to their expectations. Today I had a chemotherapy infusion session at the UF Health Davis Pavilion. The techs seemed at first unable to find a stick in my arm or hand to draw the needed lab blood, but later all went well. I'm tired after a long day and would like to rest under pleasant temperatures at home in this warmer than seasonable weather. Tomorrow's hump day Wednesday. I've concluded already that the Smiths' How Soon is Now is my Song of the month for February and for the year 2026 as well. It's a profound anthem on asserting myself in the face of my shyness and deep feeling of social alienation: the ultimate Goth/melancholy song! Go Morrissey, you hit it out of the park. As for Bad Bunny, sorry but he just comes across to me more like a gangland hoodlum street pimp than a true musical artist with that phony woke demeanor of his. Maybe someday one of these folks will produce something musically memorable...but maybe not. As for Super Bowl halftime shows, though, that does it for me. A close runner-up to How Soon is Now is Zebra's chilling Who's Behind the Door, with Tom Petty's 1987 Jammin' Me Right Behind in third with its relevant, funny and pointed lyrics. What a rocker... Running-in-place (IPF) updated counter after today: 22 minutes...
