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Today: Tactics of the Smallville Battle: Describe Their Minds

Today's code is "Fifth Day, Last Year".

Enslaved as I am by the American people, it is sometimes good to look into their minds; and, yes, it might cause me to shudder, but scary knowledge is knowledge, too.

I would bet every Black person has looked into the minds of White people, and shuddered the same shudder I am talking about..

Being 68 years old and artificially encased in poverty, I am required to find jobs; and being a journalist artificially excluded from journalism, I cannot work in the area of my primary genius.

This is because (I suggest) I am too smart and there is an intelligence ceiling over the profession of journalism; and too honest, and ditto about honesty; and too courageous in the face of ideas, and ditto about intellectual courage.

Being a journalist, every thing and every situation is to me is a story; and while I might enter into a situation with no advance knowledge, my journalist's ability to observe takes over and I begin covering the story as if on automatic pilot.

Currently I am having an opportunity to look at an aspect of the "mental health" industry because, at 68 and known around the world as the only audible mental telepathy in the history of the human race, I have filled my need to labor by taking an unpaid job as manager of a halfway house; my pay being board and room.

I have mentioned this to you previously; and I have also mentioned the fact that one of the residents here, a nearly lifetime petty criminal, dope addict, alcoholic, and queer (I I call him a "queer" because he tortures me with sleep deprivation noise every night and deserves no better.)...i have mentioned the fact he is about to force me out of this living situation because sleep-deprivation torture is to a 68 year old person tantamount to torture-murder.

Now the interesting thing is that management not only allows but encourages this torture by not addressing it with the torturer, and by telling me that if I do not like being tortured by the queer I should quit.

OK, I will leave this place in a few days, but I have some God's Space War work culminating on January 8--I refer here to the God's Space War maneuver called "Tiger Rag"--and I want to keep my Internet connection unbroken at least until then.

I will not talk about the individual residents (other than my mention of the queer who is allowed to torture me) because there is an area of confidentiality; except to say only that my horse sense and experience and journalist's eye helps them more than all the damp and musty psychologizing and the AA and NA twelve-step mumbo jumbo they are loaded down with.

What I will talk about, however, is the staff--and further what seems to be a rather peculiar intellectual common denominator among the staff; a funny way of thinking that is not connected to America's state religion of psychiatry, even though they all bow at that alter, nor to their Alcoholics Anonymous and Narcotics Anonymous cult mentality--no, it is something else, something I was not able to put my finger on until yesterday.

I should note that all staff members but myself are "recovering" drug addicts. I was always too smart to use drugs I knew would addict me (except for cigarettes); and I think the reason for the peculiarly common intellectuality of the staff is their having become addicted to drugs at an early age.

This intellectual common denominator is a kind of childishness, like bossy nine year old girls and dreamy junior high school boys or petulant senior high school boys.

So I wondered about this because it was a little like the lunatics running the asylum, or children playing teacher, or the blind leading the blind, and they were behind in the game of halfway-housing all the time; in a child's way making and re-making rules as they went along.

The co-manager at this particular halfway house, a male who does not manage at all and considers himself second to me in responsibilities even though he has been here some five months to my one, is constantly throwing tantrums at me, little storms of rage for which he apologizes a half hour later.

Once when the queer who practices the sleep deprivation torture knocked on my door in the middle of the night with the pretext of needing his "meds" I refused to give him meds because it was too late and I had already given him his meds, and because I knew the request was just a trouble-causing manipulation.

The queer, of course, went to the co-manager the next day to complain, and the co-manager raged at me saying I had to give the queer meds any time he asks for them because the queer is crazy and is allowed meds on an as-needed basis; but the queer is not crazy, he is just a standard queer living in imitation of a six-year-old girl and polluting the world around him with queerisms; and right on his medicine bottle it says "take 3 tablets every night at bedtime", not "as needed".

So, as I endured a 45 minute harangue about this from the co-manager for doing my job right, I began to get this funny notion that I could guess the age at which he became a dope addict. This was because while he is about 40 years old he has the intellectual/emotional development of a troubled 17-year-old.

So yesterday I asked him at what age he became a drug addict, and he told me he began to smoke pot at 13.

I further asked when he became addicted to real drugs, and he came back with the Narcotics Anonymous answer that pot is a real drug--but I meant (and he knew what I meant) when did he get hooked on drugs that hook people, speed, heroin, meth and so on; but I did not get that answer because he stormed off in a huff.

So, while my little experiment was not satisfied because I could not get the facts, I did learn that he smoked pot at 13; and I am guessing he began using hard narcotics by about 17, because that is where his mind stopped developing; and while life added layers of experience over him his brain itself was frozen in development at that age by the drugs.

This is likely not an original theory, and in fact among people who study addiction it might be a matter of common knowledge that the brain development of young people using narcotics is stunted, but in that i discovered it myself through observation it is my own theory.

This discovery of the already discovered happens frequently in my life because I prefer to explore ideas rather than read the ideas of others in books.

For many years, for example, I thought I had discovered the concept C.G. Jung had called "Synchronisity" decades before I was born, and I was very pleased and surprised to come upon my "original" theory in reading his work. I had called the concept "Time Poetry".

The great scientist Sir Issac Newton and I also share original discovery of the same theory; Newton saying this Earth will exist until at least 2060, I saying this Earth will be dead by 2065. Newton was born in 1642 and I was born in 1939, and I enjoy sharing co-discovery with him.

In the early days of science, when the basics were being established and communication between scientists in different countries could take months, there was a phenomenon called "simultaneous discovery" where Moe, Larry, Curly, Shemp, Joe and Curly Joe might all discover The Slap at roughly the same time although not in personal communication.

I feel the same about Sir Issac Newton and our "simultaneous" discoveries relative to the mortality of this Earth separated by 300 years; and now as we are closer to the Final Day I can see that Planet-Slap clearly coming while he had to calculate it through mathematical genius.

Anyway, I am just killing time today, while Time is killing you.

Meanwhile, back in the USA, the United States of America finished the fifth day of its last year.