Friday, October 30, 2020

New Ancient Cave Paintings

45,000 years ago ice sheets covered the polar regions and mountain tops of the world. Human population during this glacial period had been calculated to have been in the tens or thousands, if not even less. Homo sapiens outbirthed neanderthals, fighting for shelters such as caves.

Recently researchers discovered a cavern in Sulawesi covered with ancient paintings considered to the dawn of art.

There are only animals in the wall tableaus.

Big animals.

Cave bears, mammouths, giant hyenas, and saber-toothed tigers.

Abstract like Paul Klee.

No representations of humans or Neanderthals.

Only handprints.

I personally think of these caves more as religious museums than domiciles.

Otherwise pornography had to exist deeper in the earth, because that's just the way men are, unless all these early cultures were dominated by women.

Eve and Adam.

I know who came first no matter what the Bible says.

Darryl.

Caveman Love

There is no proof that Neanderthals or Cromagnons dragged women by their hair to have sex in a cave.

No Neolithic paintings support this fallacy.

Neanderthals were good to women.

But the Rape of the Sabine is a legend based on factual hearsay about the bloody Homo Sapiens jealous about other men lovng women whne they have none.

Neanderthals rocked the world for women.

The Presence Of Neanderthals

Modern human anthropologists estimate that Homo Neanderthalensis existed from 300,000 BN or Before Now until extinction by extermination by genocide by Homo Sapiens, climate change, or disease around 30,000 BN, however the Neanderthal gene remained intact across the present-day Northern Hemisphere with approximately 1–4% of genomes of Eurasians, Oceanians, Native Americans, and North Africans from my ancestors. from Neanderthals and about 20% of distinctly Neanderthal genes survive today according to Wikipedia.

Throughout the previous two centures Neanderthals were portrayed by human elitists as grunting apelike cave dwellers with little to offer the emerging homo sapiens, however more recent examination of the two species have suggested the Neanderthals and humans shared a common desire for sex and love based on the Neanderthals' greater hunting skills and sense of humor.

The racist portrayals of the 20th Century highlighted Man's need to feel superior to the Neanderthal.

Neanderthals supposedly cosnsidered men and women equals thanks to a predominantly meatless diet.

Humans were too lazy to harvest crops.

Neanderthals also bred with Denisovanians.

They were good lovers and faithful mates unlike the First Men constantly bloodied by battles for hunting grounds.

Especially the women, who wanted nothing from human males, who never have forgiven the betrayal of their women.

We are not gone.

We still roam the planet.

Lost to our people.

Long live the Neanderthal.

Thursday, October 29, 2020

Neanderthal Future


Why are we here on a suddenly threatening planet?

It is not because the Chinese ate bats in Wuhan.

>We are to blame, for having destroyed this loving blue ball in Space.

No humans can accept this truth, while devoted to driving fucked-up SUVs, eating poison potato chips, and drinking shitty rich motherfucker Budweiser in honor of a pedophile god-leader Donald Trump.

You are what you eat and Neanderthals were mosdtly vegetarian.

Sadly we are fucked and fucked good.

World Population 2050 - 500 million.

In that year I shall be98 years old surrounded by my tribe of Neanderthals in Ban-Nok Thailand, drinking lao-khao. We are comforted by the love of our people and knowing sloth is not a deadly sin.


Wednesday, October 28, 2020

Social Distancing a la Covid

Phase 2 of the Covid re-opening was announced by Mayor DeBlasio on Monday June 22, 2020

Outdoor dining was to be allowed, although it didn't happen till July with Governor Cuomo assessing that wth less than 1% infection test levels, New York State had exited from the death grip of April and May. New Yorkers wore masks. The hospitals offered free testing. People respected distance, except for Trumpards, who regarded Covid as a hoax. I lost three friends in the Spring. They have not risen from the graave. They died alone. Covid is not a hoax, but we have entered Phase 4 and allowed to gather in groups of ten and restaurants are permitted open at 25% of their table capacity.

In April and May ambulances raced across Brooklyn. Sirens were never-ending and I stayed home to avoid getting sick, but I succumbed to Covid in April.

A mild case thanks to I don't know what. I have the antiboies and test every two weeks, but I play it relatively safe. I wear a mask and keep to myself, but meet with more people as long as they have recently taken a Covid test.

The other day I celebrated a young friend's birthday in Fort Greene. We numbered ten. I posted a photo on Facebook and my family members criticized for our gathering in a clump. I explained NYC was in Phase 4. They haven't been with anyone else in months and I don't blame them for the isolation.

One day we will all dance again.

I can't say when, but one day we will dance and I practice my steps, because fuck Chris Rock.

There's nothing wrong with beng the oldest man in the club.

Together or alone.

Tuesday, October 27, 2020

Noblesse Ne'er-Do-Wells


Ten years ago Thaksin's red shirts of targeted Bangkok's luxury shopping malls of their political rivals, the elite yellow shirts. The riotous schism between the two classes was a mystery to most foreigners who regarded their adopted country as the land of Smiles, but a restrictive way of life to the majority of Thais.

I Googled 'thailand five families rule' and the search engine offered thousands of five-star hotel rooms without a single url leading to any information on the ruling cliques of Thailand. A second attempt on Thai hierarchy revealed little of the hi-so or high society other than saying that the King came first above all others and the loyal army of the elite repressed the uprising with beatings, bullets, and death.

Still to both sides of the conflict Bhumipol remained the one pure Thai and his family has been deemed sacrosanct followed by lesser nobility and then monks. For centuries social status receded from this monolith according to income, occupation, education, age, connections, and family, which is why Thais are inadvertently curious about the background of farangs in the West.

"Are you hi-so or lo-so (low society)?"

"Mi-so'"

Not that middle-class really mattered to zenotrophic Thais, who considered all farangs lesser than the the lowest drunk in the Klong Toey slum and recognize status with a glance.

Twenty years ago I was befriended by an aged female member of the royalty. The refined seventy year-old ran a grade school in Yala. I was one of the few westerners in that town.

"Why are you here?" Yala was the Deep South.

"I'm a writer. It's quiet and out of the way." Yala back then was peaceful.

"Too quiet." Anana assumed most men were in Thailand for women.

"I like quiet." The search for sex was partially true for many foreigners, although I didn't have a girlfriend in the provincial city. Anana accepted my answer as a half-truth and told me about her university years in New Paltz during the 1940s.

"I know that town." It had been founded by the Huguenots. The paradiasical lakes above the Gunks are surrounded by a boreal forests of eastern hemlocks.

"I've never met any westerners from there." The older woman exuded etiquette by not calling me a 'farang'.

She invited me to dine with her often and after a month asked, if I wanted to drive her to Chiang Mai.

"I'd love to." Yala to Chiang Mai was a long way, but I was game for a road trip.

We took off in her BMW and stopped at temples along the way. The monks greeted her with deference and treated me as if I were part of her family. It wasn't until we visited Songkla for a seafood dinner that I noticed how high was her placement on the social ladder.

We entered the airy restaurant without any fanfare, but the owner fell to his knees. The rest of his staff followed suit as did the diners. We walked through the dining area to a table vacated by the previous guests. We sat and Anana signaled everyone to rise.

"Now you see why I like you. You greet me like a normal person. I only wish that Thais could do the same."

We had a delightful meal during which she discussed THE KING AND I at length.

"No one in Thailand has seen this film. It's too much fun and the king is not fun. At least that's the way the Thai people think of their father."

And with good reason.

The King has presided over the rise of his country from a Third World pit stop to an economic miracle, however the riches reaped by the nouveau elite challenge the old ways.

Several years ago I was at a golf range and the Thai pro asked if I could move to another slot. I could tell the request hadn't come from him and turned around to see several Mercedeses parked behind us. Their occupants were dressed in the height of shopping mall splendor. I was wearing Celtic green.

"Tell them to wait a few minutes." I only had five balls left in my basket.

"They want you go now." The Thai pro didn't look in the direction of the parking lot.

"Really." I waved to them that I'd only be a few minutes. Their eyes bulged in their sockets. One of them came up to me and said in good English, "Do you know who we are?"

"I suspect you come from good families and as such you should extend the good manners of your class to an older guest of your country. Thank you."

I teed my ball and duffed my drive.

They laughed at my shot and the next one went about 50 yeards before burrowing into the grass. My third and fourth attempts flew left and right about 200 yards.

More laughter and I placed the final ball on the tee. I peered at the distant 300 yard marker and set my stance. I concentrated on the ball, the air, and my target and swung with all my might. The ball launched into the air about 200 yards and fell straight down 100 yards from the driving platform.

More laughter.

"That was worth the wait." The oldest man said with tears streaming down his face.

"I'm glad I could be of service." I shrugged and tipped the Thai pro 200 baht.

"Chok dee." I waved to the Mercedes mob and got on my motorcycle to drive home.

Not a King, but a master of a bad swing.

Monday, October 26, 2020

The Ghost Town Of Anarchy

During the last debate Donald Trump called New York City a ghost town.

Having lived here in the 1970s I refuted the pseudo-POTUS.

The Big Orange doesn't know shit from Shinola.

I admit the city blacked out in 1977.

I had a good time that night, drinking with my gay friends and trying to smash Fiorucci's window to snatch a gold lame Elvis Suit.

Only twenty-five I easily outran the security.

The city was burning in the Bronx, Harlem, and the Lower East Side.

Sin was worshipped in Times Square.

This was our city, but it was never a ghost town and neither is New York now.

I am an anarchist. I only put only dog on a leash.

Pom Pom.

We lived two blocks from Mare-De-Lardo and nowhere is more a ghost town than Palm Beach after dark.

Duane Hanson statue guarding art.

The beach.

My godson wasn't scared of the ghosts of Palm Beach nor those anywhere else in the world.

Trump doesn't love anarchists and threatened New York and Portland with a cut-off of federal funds.

As a life-long anarchist I say, "FUCK YOU. No more years." and I like living in a ghost town.

I might drink in the 169 bar alone, but one day we will dance again.

The ghosts of anarchy are voting all day-long.

Today I exercised my right and cried seeing the old Sistahs of the Hat struggling to cast their votes, dressed as if they were were going to church.

They know the battle is on.

For our children.

VOTE all you Ghost Town Anarchists.

Peace Love and Happiness. ps my old dog Champoo was also an anarchist.

And a ghost along with Pom Pom.

But I love both ghosts and anarchists.

We are the future of the greatestd city in the Solar System.

Saturday, October 24, 2020

Are You A Neanderthal?

Test Yourself : Are you a Neanderthal?

1. Do your eyebrows meet in the middle? +5

2. Can you lock your knees in an upright position? -5

3. Got a chin? If the answer is no, +3

4. How about a forehead? If not, +3

5. Is it easy for you to balance a book on your head? +5

6. Do you ever open beer bottles with your teeth? +10

7. Are you frequently more comfortable squatting on your heels than sitting in a chair? +5

8. Is your head attached vertically to your neck? If not, +1 for every five degrees of slope.

9. Less than five feet tall? +1 for every inch under.

10. If your lower arm is shorter than your upper arm,+1 for every inch of difference.

11. Ditto for your lower and upper legs.

12. Pigeon-toed? +5

13. Have you ever felt like bashing a postal clerk with a club? You're normal--no points.

14. Is the space between your big toe and your other toes big enough to hold an apple? +5

15. Do you regularly eat apples in this fashion? +15

16. Do people think you're wearing your hair in a bun when you're not? +10

17. Can you count your vertebrae while wearing two sweaters and an overcoat? +5

18. Is your nickname "Duke", "Butch", or "Animal"? +3

Scoring

0-20 points: You are a virtually pure homo sapien. Feel free to build bridges, compose symphonies, and overrun the world.

20-40 points: A slight Neanderthal strain means that you will occasionally have spells of primitive behavior, crawling around on all fours and whooping wildly. If you live in California, no one will notice.

40-60 points: You can still function quite well in the modern world, but avoid eating in fancy restaurants lest your table manners give you away.

60-80 points: Your Pleistocene heritage is predominant. You should consider a career in pro football.

80-100 points: Unfortunately, your genetic makeup is Grunt City; there is no place for you in human society. A career in politics is recommended.

Wednesday, October 21, 2020

Couvre-feu A Paris

The environs of Paris have been inhabited since 10000 BN ie Before Now.

The banks of the Seine have provided life to the last of the Neanderthals, the Cro-magnons, the Celts, the Romans, the Franks, and then for the French.

After conquering northern France Adolph Hitler's army declared a curfew and the City Of Light was dark from 9PM in the evening until 5AM.

No curfew was declared during the 1968 Uprising.

THe Mitterand government hadn't needed to enforce a couvre-feu in the early-1980s.

No one had money.

Les Citoyen stayed at home after dark, but not us.

At night the city belonged to my friends and me.

Paris was our playground.

Fuck the CRS.

We owned the 1980s and then heroin and AIDS stole it all back for the rich and their heirs, until COVID hit Europe.

Two days ago the PM appeared on TV to announce a curfew with an end date.

A city without the sound of humanity like 10500 BN, but I had been there in 1982.

I have been in an empty Paris.

One person.

And they we were two.

Candida et moi in 1984

With her I knew the world was destined to dance again.

Not like Orwell's world, because love will always ignite the light.

Not not today.

But close.

Close is good enough for me.

A bas les premiere Estate.

And long live the light.

Couvre-Feu

The curfew comes for the old French phrase 'couvre-feu' meaning 'cover fire'. William The Conqueror adopted the Middle Ages 'curfeu' to call on the people to extinguish the household fires to prevent conflagrations. 8PM was the normal hour for the curfeu. Same as declared by Mayor DeBlasio and Governor Cuomo this afternoon, but these corrupt politicians serving the racist classes are simply enacting an old racist policy against blacks such as juvenile urban policing violating young people 1st, 4th, 5th or 14th Amendment rights, then the suburban malls and corporate stores instituted bans on urban youths after a certain hour harkening back to racist 'after dark' curfews of the South, North, West, and East.

AKA Sundown towns.

The evil that lurks in men's hearts does not die in the grace.