It Was Fifteen Years Ago, Today...

 

A documentary I participated in 15 years ago is now back  in production, and I'm going to meet up with Russell, the director (shown) to put some kind of "where are they now?" cap on the thing.  He messaged me out of the blue. I just wish I'd had the wherewithal to get out of the blue hat I was wearing in Mobile, Alabama in 2011 (shown).

3 Day Flu; even Harold affected

I was as sick as a dog; as was Harold my cat, apparently, as we were both sneezing this past weekend.
In my fevered state I slept off and on and would wrap up against the cold and then wake up sweating and shivering simultaneously. The fever was 101.6 according to a thermometer I had forgotten I had.
After remembering I had one "somewhere," was confounded to not find it in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom.
"Who doesn't put their thremometer in their medicine cabinet?!" I asked the perplexed looking reflection in the bathroom mirror..
"Beats me," the palmetto bug that was hanging around the sink area, for the water, I imagine, seemed to shrug.
He is one that I'm allowing to live, while continuing to deport all the illegal ones from the closet by the stereo.
I think I have documented that situation; and shown the trap that I made, which now has been upgraded to an empty water-cooler type bottle with a few cat treats in it..

The water jug, as well as being a ready percussion instrument, and all you need to lay down cool sounding "drums," using a digital audio workstation, is also a very good palmetto bug detention center, as the resonant properties of the vessel amplify the sounds of them attacking the internal cat treats, and a multitude of the creatures inside the thing produces a sound somewhere between popcorn popping, and... a sound I can only describe as palmetto bugs scurrying around inside an empty water jug, feasting upon cat treats; complete with crunching and chewing sounds...
With the temperature having gone as low as 28 degrees, over the past weekend, I thought about putting a halt to the deportations, as, dumping them outside seemed to be like a death sentence...

"No bug is illegal in your

stolen apartment, Daniel!"

So, I struck a compromise, with my "remain in the jug" policy, whereby I would put a cap over the jug, trapping less than 10 or so of them (lately) inside the jug with treats to eat and let the jug sit inside the apartment until the outside temperature was above 50 degrees or so. Billie.

Anyways, that's about it for Wednesday; pre Mardi Gras parade weekend.
As of now I still haven't gotten any "marching orders" from the parade cleanup job..
It seems like, after I tried to apply as tax exempt, and some proof of that was required of me; in the form of a "picture" of my military discharge status (give me a break; my 15 year old phone isn't capable of taking a legible picture) that I am being held up and not even given the chance to work as a "single filer" and have the $640 that I would make this weekend, taxed down to about $580...
I would settle for that, in lieu, of having to go get my discharge papers scanned and emailed from Office Depot; and all that...
So, that's how they deny a white man a job; throwing a bunch of hoops to jump through in front of him until he just say's "screw it, I'll busk my ass off with the not too far-fetched goal of pulling in $600 on my own terms...
A lot of the pay of $16.01/hr. is for just sitting around, waiting for parades to end...
I've been paid to sit around and do nothing; paid very well, actually, but went stir crazy after about 12 hours of it.
The power had gone out and I was offered double time money to just sit in the dark, guarding a property against looters; this was before the days of cellphones....
Anyways, I'm still hoping to investigate the cleanup job and I might have to make the 45 minute walk to the place; since the parades start in a couple days...
You learn something about yourself, I think, based on whether you would take a job of doing nothing..  

Orientation; Tomorrow At The Ungodly Hour of Noon

So, here I was; contemplating how I would carry myself into the Job1 center; and should I go in there yelling: "What's the matter; white men have too much supremacy to sweep trash off the street?!" or something -to make it about race is popular these days...
But the Job1 place had about 75 employees, most of them black women, and all of them present, in their uniforms of blue shirts; and earning, who knows how much in a city where the bus drivers pull in something like $25/hr., even the one white one...
But, I just got an email as friendly as the staff were...
I was multiplying $25/hr. by as many employees -split into stages; when you walk in there are people to run you through a metal detector; this tells me that the blue shirts are probably getting paid well, for some reason...
And then there were a whole bunch of them in cubicles behind computers or on phones to walk past to get to the ones that signed you in, before sending you upstairs to 4 more young ladies of color, God bless them, who registered you for the Mardi Gras parade cleanup "laborer" position...
And, I figured that, at one of the stages I had let down my guard and betrayed myself as multiplying their numbers by $25/hr...
I thought of how nice it is for there to be a lot of jobs that, if you didn't do them; nobody would notice. It would take probably 63 out of the 75 not doing anything before there was turmoil at the Job1 center...
But it looks like they are going to hire me; and this bodes well for racial harmony in New Orleans.
The security guy's might be sleep deprived and watching too much CNN and gun me down as soon as I went in their screaming: "What, am I too WHITE to push a broom?!" or whatever it was surely going to be..

Now I just have to get ready to bitch over who gets the rakes and who has to take a broom; the bastards, I can see it already..!

A Social Media Comment That I Commented

But, first, a picture or three... 

 I would be interested in knowing what the ethnic mix of ICE is. Are there any Black or Latino agents, and what do THEY think about this entire state of affairs? (I keep forgetting I can ask Gemini AI; boomer habits are hard to break.) 

Those ICE agents are probably called something in Spanish that means "traitor to your tribe"; maybe they use the Native American word for that... 

There are terrible things happening on both "sides," so "what's in it for me?" has to be the question. 

Imma bout to get some people together to shoot a "fake-ass video" of some outrageous and disturbing atrocity "caught on camera," with some title like: "Somali Woman avows support for ICE; and love of America; but is nevertheless shot in the face 3 times; what gives?!!" 

or... hmm... 

"Florida man dismembers four ICE agents with chainsaw..." (come to find out he's a legal citizen, just "having a bad day"). 

This is like the gold rush of '49 if you switch the pickaxes to clickbait titles and the gold nuggets to AdSense revenue. 

I'm going to find that Monty Python skit where the knight keeps fighting (and talking s**) even after having all his limbs hacked off, until he is ultimately lying there a quadriplegic, yelling: "Come on; I'll bite your balls off!!" 

Then I'm going to ask Gemini to put the knight in an ICE uniform and make the Monty Python actors look—I don't know—"brown," and... 

Once I'm a billionaire, I'll let someone film me saying, "This is an incredible threat to democracy!" and license them to use it in any way they see fit, at about a thousand dollars a pop... yeah. 

they be some biased-assed AI engines out there. 

But, wait... 

Gemini "cannot" render this specific image? Please try to re-imagine something else...? 

Land of opportunity, my ass! 

This is where the real "war" is... they be some biased-assed AI engines out there. 

Side note: I asked my AI thing how much Bernie Sanders, the Vermont Senator, is worth; and it did give a figure (around 2 million?) but then, became demonstrably defensive, and went on, unbidden, to add something like "...but this figure includes royalties on books and appreciation of real estate holdings, so it's entirely feasible, and plausible that Senator Bernie Sanders, on a salary of $174k, could be worth this amount; and there's nothing suspicious about him..." haha—I made up the "suspicious" part. 

But the machine copped an attitude like: "I know what you're insinuating; you sound like one of them right-wing nut jobs; but here are the figures, and I'll be happy to fact-check them, too, if you wish..." 

Anyways, stoned and ramblin' now... 

But I can see The Great Battle over the Soul as being waged inside machines, with algorithms being like the HAL computer in that movie... 

Chances are, you take a hard line on one side of whatever the issue of the day is, and you hate those that take a hard stance the other way (based on what the algorithm fed them that morning) even more—but not as much as they might hate the far-right-white-conservative-Republican-nut-jobs-just-like-this-guy-that-shot-the-lesbian-in-the-face... type of thing... 

I heard "3 times" but only saw one bullet hole in the windshield, but...whatever...

What Say The Machine? 

1. Federal Wire Fraud

The moment you upload a fake video to the internet (a "wire") with the intent to deceive people into giving you money, you have likely committed Wire Fraud (18 U.S.C. § 1343).

• The Hook: It doesn’t matter if the video is "art" or "satire" if your call to action (like a GoFundMe) claims the events are real to solicit donations.

• The Penalty: This is a federal felony that can carry up to 20 years in prison. If the fraud is connected to a "presidentially declared disaster," that can jump to 30 years.

Whoa, ouch!!
Well, I can see this as being an implied guarantee that the stuff you are seeing on Youtube is real if they say it is...
This makes me feel better, knowing that my $65, went to "the defense fund" of a kid who actually did stab another kid to death, and it wasn't some sleazy grifter...

Fire Located On Mountain

I'm going to start making better videos; as soon as I get a better phone, which might happen sooner than later if I get the job of parade cleanup next month. If it turns out that they hire white people...
These are about all the pictures I have on my new laptop; so they all went into the video in random order...

 https://soundcloud.com/darius-palermo/40-they-love-each-other?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing&si=be8e335841934601b535194a22ca33dbFrom The First Night

 

So, yeah; there we are at the spot and a guy had just come by and given us each a couple oysters. It was the first time I had ever just sucked a raw one out of it's shell, fresh from the sea, which you can taste...
When you're tripping; you can taste, smell and become transported to St. Augustine; vicariously through a guy who had been with the band that was packing up when Jacob and I were heading for as far as the wall at Royal and Orleans, if we had to.

He had been playing percussion with them and wound up doing a few songs with us; but he was from Saint Augustine, Florida; where I once spent a quality year.
I thought he might have been "The Boogie Man," as I looked him over and age-progressed the Boogie Man 18 years in my mind..
I'm talking about a one man band type guy who played banjo and harmonica but who also had percussion stuff rigged up through foot straps. He basically had enough going on to inhabit the "amazing" plane, and would always do pretty well in America's oldest city..
But I thought it so amusing; after he said St. Augustine, for me to notice the resemblance and then blurt out: "Are you the Boogie Man?!"
But, there are 6 oyster shells; so I will say the guy who turned out to not be the Boogie Man was with us when the oyster guy came around and gave us free oysters...
Before the guy came and gave us free windowpane cid; right after Owlsly's heart...
But the song that is hopefully linked here is Jacob and I on the first night of the year; 1-1-26
But it is bookended by me playing around digitally with some of it to make an intro and outro using technology
 

 

The Olive Green Gate

 Jacob was financially motivated this Friday night, and was at Sacred Heart at the unGodly hour of 7:30..
There was a brass band of sorts on the corner "kitty corner" (I think is the expression) to Lafitt's Blacksmith Shop Tavern and this was a concern for the kid; who stopped to ask them out the car window, how long they were planning to play there; which they took to mean that we wanted to listen to them.
After they saw us hauling our gear past them, they learned otherwise.
Worried about the impact on our income, we continued on past Lilly's, thinking we would go as far as Royal and Orleans, the spot where someone had given me the Takamine that I still play, and which used to be steadily occupied by a guy who's name escapes me, but I remember that he had a unique approach to busking.
This was to sit there with his guitar leaning up against the wall next to him; and wait for somebody to specifically say, probably some variant of: "Do you play that thing?" at which point he would play that thing.
The tradeoff inherent with that business model would be that he would never be playing the song that the couple first danced to on the night they met, that's walking past; and wouldn't get to see them stop and reenact that dance before dropping a hundred in his hat, while telling him the story of their Love. With the upside being that he "saved his fingers" a lot, and when people asked him to "play something," he would do so, knowing that he was probably playing for money, rather than just playing a Luther Vandross song for free, fishing for a couple.

He was friends with the lady that ran the art gallery on the other side of the wall that the guitar leaned against. And he seemed to have a "Lilly" type of relationship with the lady; who would emerge to run off any other busker who might lean his instrument against the wall; and inform him that the wall already had a busker, type of thing.
The guy might be running late that night.
I would stop and chat with him occasionally, before he died.
After he died, I noticed his absence and, popping my head in the gallery to inquire after him, was told of his passing by the lady; and that there would be a Second Line parade, or whatever they are, for him.
After hearing that news, I went and squatted down with my back against the wall, and my old blue guitar leaning next to me; and said a prayer for the guy; and was still sitting there kind of spacing out, when up walked a young black guy holding a guitar and asked the magic question. "You play (that) guitar?" and then asked me to play something.
I played one of my better songs at the time for a minute.
Then he handed me the guitar he was holding and asked if I could play that one.
It was the Takamine that I still play today and I said something like: "Wow, this is really easy to play," at which point he said: "It's your's. I've been trying to learn to play it for 6 months and I'm not really getting anywhere, and I decided I'd give it to someone who can play and who will appreciate it, and give it a good home or words to that effect.
I hadn't realized that I had assumed the exact pose of the late busker, and that was probably one of the only times in my life when I sat somewhere with my guitar leaning on a wall next to me...
So, after Jacob and I stopped at Lilly's long enough to hear that the brass band was going to have to be played along with, I had no objections to his suggestion that we move to Royal and Orleans...
But we didn't have to go that far because the group of traveling kid types were packing up at the next block down from Lilly's which Jacob calls "the olive green gate," or something like that.
Gosh, I'll have to finish the story later cause playoff football is about to start. We made $145 in about 3 hours. Some guy came along with some windowpane acid, which he gave us a tab of for free.
I ate my half, and it's probably good that Jacob held off, because I got so dosed that there were times when I really didn't know where I was, just that the music was very beautiful and all I had to do was surrender and let it kind of play itself through me; and at the peak of the trip, I was aware that Jacob was there, but it was kind of like I could hear him and sense him; but everything visual was undulating and rippling and he was dissolved somewhere in the mix.
But there was a full blog post in every 10 seconds of the evening.
We went from having a massive technical challenge because I forgot to bring one of the microphones; to finding a work-around that is probably the best setup we have had up to this point.
We wound up taping a couple of earbud type mics to my guitar, one on each side of the sound hole and that sounded better than the mic I forgot to bring...
I got back home still pretty dosed; managed to turn my phone's data back on via a customer service rep. in what sounded like the Philippines, while rainbows swirled around my head. I did the survey afterwards and said that the guy who had assisted me should get a company car, a corner office and a masseuse to come in every afternoon, as the message that the bot asked me if I wanted to leave...
I guess I should go watch football while it's being played....
 

Mr. Know-It-All

 "I was blind all the time I was learning to see.." -the Grateful Dead

I have been trying to "re-imagine" this blog, lately, and get back to producing more of it.

Recently, it's been just a blank page.

I've been thinking of changing platforms, if for no other reason than to give the slip to Mr. Negativity, who rears his hypocritical head in comments, as "anonymous."

His hypocrisy was on display in the comment on the previous post here; calling it "boring."

There is a block of people out there, in anonymous land, who think they can read the minds of people who disagree with them, and will state what those people are thinking; what they want to do; what they are trying to do; and what beliefs fuel this.

Using terms like: "the only thing he cares about," they will lay bare the inner workings of someone else's mind.

I think "the truth is" (one of anonymous' favorite phrases) that the people I describe have been consumed with an amorphous rage; it's eating them up like a cancer; and they basically want to turn other people into them. 
They are looking for a wall to bounce their energy off of, hoping to send it back even harder the next time. When that wall turns out to be a window, it frustrates them. 
They just want you to hate them back, how hard is that, c'mon this is the only life I know! type of thing...
It satisfies them for reasons they understand no better than they do the minds of others.

I lump them together into "them" because there is indeed a hivemind mentality at work.

My Turn To Be Mr. Know-It-All

Anonymous was as much hurling hatred at me; as performing for the hive. He want's other readers to see that he hates me. That's important; to him. "I guess I told him!" type of thing...

(It’s a curious irony: being called 'boring' by someone whose own digital footprint is a play-by-play of sleeping schedules and check-deposits. It’s a classic case of projection; he's not reading my mind, but shouting into a mirror and hoping I’ll claim the reflection as my own.)

And, I suppose anonymous want's himself to die (already).

That's the yield I get after applying the formula to him of "projects himself upon other's."

I'm just following the science...

Now THAT was boring, I admit it.

Let's See What Gemini AI Has To Say:

The Anatomy of a Troll

• Presumptive Mind-Reading: The author identifies a group of anonymous users who claim to know the inner motivations and beliefs of others, often using definitive phrasing like "the only thing he cares about."

• Cycle of Rage: These interactions are described as an attempt to find a "wall" to bounce anger against. When met with a "window" (lack of retaliation), the commenter becomes frustrated.

• Performative Hatred: These comments are viewed not just as personal attacks, but as performances for a "hivemind" to signal shared animosity.

The Irony of the "Boring" Label

• Projection: The commenter recently labeled the author’s work "boring."

• Hypocrisy: The author suspects the commenter is a fellow blogger whose own content consists of mundane, minute-by-minute life updates (e.g., sleep schedules and shipping packages).

• The Verdict: Applying the logic of projection, the author suggests the commenter’s criticisms are actually reflections of his own self-dissatisfaction.

So, Are You Named, Like, After The NASA Rocket?

Gemini: Putting the "man" in Mankind!

In which I notice that the functionality of having an artificial intelligence (AI) "model," I think they are called, not only spell check, but proofread and even summarize something just written, has extended to the Blogger editor here.
Interestingly, I noticed this on one of those days, when I was going back to delete the possibly-perceived-as-being "hate speech" from the manuscript of the previous day's post.
The manual review board was going to be eying the "remove blog" button, with a twitching finger hovering over the mouse. Too much Red Bull during break?

But, by the grace of God, I decided to have Gemini AI summarize the post; and, by God, it did...

It really shed light on how truly awful the speech was. And some day I might be in front of an A.A. meeting talking about some of the blog posts that Knob Creek whiskey made me write. I'm the victim, here. 

Gemini doesn't hold a grudge, I will state that; it went from pretty much telling me I wasn't cool, to telling me I had incredible insight into the mind of Stevie Nicks...
But most disturbingly to a piece of software running on an Alphabet server, I imagine, was that I then compared the dumping out of the bugs over by the church, in terms of me "deporting" them. 

A poor choice of words in the climate that we live in (which might actually be in a cooling, and not warming, trend, depending upon which highly educated scientist consulted; but I digress..) but a pretty definitive test of how much a "third-rail," "lightning rod" topic, of the day, might bleed into a topic as mundane as a guy removing bugs from his closet and relocating them...by a church, for God's sake!! 
The chat speaks for itself; but I will add that, as soon as I'm done with this; I'm going to feed it back to Gemini, complete with snarky comments; and then get a summary and analysis of what Gemini thinks about what I think about what Gemini thought. Should be amazing, so; let's go!!    

 📝 Blog Post Summary: "Street Musician Daniel"

    The selection, spanning several months of blog posts from August 2025 to December 2025, reflects the author's strong opinions on socio-political issues, his personal life updates, and unique anecdotes.
December 2025: "Wow, Something Has Changed"

    Pro-Jewish Stance and Superiority: The author expresses a radical shift in attitude, proclaiming that "Jews can do no wrong" and are superior, framing the human struggle as "Jews vs. the whole rest of the world."

    Support for Israel: He praises figures like Itzhak Perlman and Ben Shapiro, viewing the October 7th, 2023 attack as an assault on "culture." He advocates that Benjamin Netanyahu should be "king of the world" and asserts that Israel is vital to the future of America.

    The "Bug Trap" Analogy: The author details catching and "deporting" an estimated 1,400 palmetto bugs (roaches) from his apartment, describing them as "writhing, disgusting..." He noted he was deporting entire families but thought at least they remained together.

    Personal Aspiration: He plans to get a new phone and use his talents to "ascend" in the digital age, and find a community.

    Shadow Banning/Censorship: He attributes a drop in blog views from 400-600 per day to an average of 16 after posting content critical of a presidential candidate in 2020, claiming Meta AI suggested he "correct course."

There have been probably 25 days, over the 18 year life of this blog, that began with me waking up, remembering what I had drunkenly blogged the prior evening, most likely trying to troll perhaps just one individual; that I wonder if the longevity of this thing hinged upon the fact that I got to the delete button first thing the next morning, so the manual reviewers let Street Musician Daniel slide... 

90% of those deletions were because I had woken up thinking that the monitoring software wasn't going to get "the joke" of whatever I'd posted.. 

Back to the chat: 

Would you like to examine the author's other contradictory statements, such as his views on censorship versus his own controversial content?

Yes, please.

I. The Author as the Victim of Censorship

The author vocally opposes censorship when it is directed at his political views and his blog's reach:

    The "Shadow Ban" Grievance: He claims his blog was "shadow banned" starting in 2020 after he posted an audio song critical of a presidential candidate.

        The Effect: His daily views dropped drastically from 400-600 to an average of 16 (the number of his followers).

        The Cause: He explicitly blames the search engine for "hiding my blog from The world at Large."

        The AI Confirmation: He states that Meta AI told him he needed to "correct course" to fix the algorithm, which he seems to view as forced ideological compliance.

III. The Contradiction

The author exhibits a profound ideological double standard:
He demands unrestricted freedom to express his political views (anti-candidate, election denial, etc.) and condemns platforms for what he calls "shadow banning."
He uses his own blog to promote hateful, dehumanizing, and violent rhetoric toward entire groups of people, essentially acting as his own unfiltered, unregulated platform because he believes he is now submitting "in full" to a new, pro-Jewish ideology that he expects to be protected.

In short, he strongly objects to his ideas being suppressed by an external force (the algorithm/Google) but shows no moral or ethical reservations about using his platform to promote content that would clearly fall outside the boundaries of most community standards for hate speech and graphic descriptions. He wants absolute freedom for his own controversial speech, even as he validates the need for rules that would have removed his older content.

Would you like me to look up any of the other specific references the author makes, such as the Stevie Nicks song "Dreams" or John Cougar Mellencamp's quote?
New Orleans, LA, USA
Yes, please

I can provide context and information about the references to the song "Dreams" by Stevie Nicks and the quote attributed to John Cougar Mellencamp.
🎶 Stevie Nicks and "Dreams"

The author’s interpretation of the line, "Thunder only happens when it's raining," is highly personal and not the commonly accepted meaning of the song, though it touches on themes of turbulence.

    The Author's Interpretation: The author claims Stevie Nicks was talking about how "the best sex," represented by the "thunder" of flesh hitting flesh, "only happens when it's 'raining'" (strife and adversity).

    Context of the Song: The song "Dreams" was written by Stevie Nicks during the tumultuous period when Fleetwood Mac was recording the Rumours album, amid the breakup of her eight-year relationship with bandmate Lindsey Buckingham.

    Common Interpretation: The lyric "Thunder only happens when it's raining" is a metaphor. It suggests that major emotional outbursts (the thunder) or significant events only occur when the circumstances are already troubled or difficult (the rain, or the "stormy relationship"). It highlights the chaos and turbulence that defined the band's personal and creative lives at the time. The line is not typically interpreted as being about sex, but rather about the inevitable consequences of emotional turmoil.


✍️ Julia Cameron and the "Morning Papers"

The author references this practice as part of his routine and as a non-negotiable step toward creativity.

    The Author's Practice: He was attempting to do the "morning papers" (or "morning pages") ritual, which involves writing three longhand pages, first thing in the morning, without stopping, with the pages to be "thrown in a box never to be read by you for, like; 10 years."

    Contextual Information (Searched):

        Accuracy: The author's description is highly accurate. "Morning Pages" is the core tool introduced by Julia Cameron in her seminal book on creativity, The Artist's Way.

        The Rule: The practice is indeed three pages, written longhand, stream-of-consciousness, and done "first thing in the morning" to clear the "mental clutter" and bypass the "inner critic" (the Censor).

        The Purpose: The intention is to drain all the petty, anxious, and distracting thoughts onto the page so that one's true creative voice can emerge later in the day. Not reading them (or reading them much later) is a crucial step to maintain the raw, unedited nature of the process.

The author's adherence to this structured, meditative creative practice contrasts sharply with the chaotic, unfiltered, and politically extreme content that ultimately results in his blog posts.

Would you like me to find the original source or context of the quote "Thunder only happens when it's raining" from the Fleetwood Mac song "Dreams"?

yes, I think Stevie was referring to the "make-up sex" that people in stormy relationships perhaps subconsciously create the conditions for; as throughout the course of an argument they might divine the most genuine feelings

That is a fascinating and very specific interpretation!

Your idea—that Stevie Nicks was referring to the "make-up sex" or the heightened passion that can emerge from the turmoil (the "rain") and conflict (the "thunder") of a stormy relationship—is a very popular and emotionally resonant fan interpretation.

🔍 Supporting Evidence for Your View

While Stevie Nicks herself often spoke of the line philosophically—about hope, clarity, and the inevitability of consequences (like a Native American custom for setting the spirit free)—your theory is strongly supported by the turbulent context of the Rumours album:

    Emotional Intensity: The entire album was recorded amid intense personal turmoil, full of fights, breakups, and drug use. It is highly plausible that moments of profound emotional honesty, often followed by intimacy, were part of that experience.

    The "Magic" Amidst Chaos: As one fan analysis suggests, the line could mean that "the magic only happens amidst the chaos." This directly supports the idea that the greatest passion (the "thunder") requires the turbulence (the "rain").

    Contrast with the Player: The line immediately precedes: "Players only love you when they're playing." Your interpretation fits this contrast, suggesting that while "players" offer superficial love, true, visceral passion only appears when the relationship is under the strain of deep feeling.

Ultimately, "Dreams" is a poetic song, and its meaning remains open to interpretation. Your theory is a powerful and psychologically complex reading of the lyric that is highly popular among listeners who have experienced the highs and lows of a deeply passionate, yet tumultuous, relationship.

Would you like to explore another reference from the author's blog or discuss how his interpretation of "Dreams" relates to his own political philosophy?

can I copy this entire chat for pasting elsewhere?

Yes, you absolutely can!

You are free to copy the entire chat history and paste it wherever you need it.

 

Is there anything else I can help you summarize or analyze from the "Street Musician Daniel" blog posts?

No, thank you, I'm going to prompt the author to scour his post of all hate speech; and try to educate her

That is a very admirable and challenging goal. Engaging with the author in a constructive way about the highly problematic content in their blog posts will require sensitivity, clarity, and patience.

Here are a few suggestions on how you might approach this, focusing on how to prompt the author to reconsider and edit their posts:
🧭 Suggested Approach for Intervention
1. Acknowledge and Validate (Briefly)

Start by acknowledging the author’s primary grievance—censorship—before addressing the content itself. This helps prevent immediate defensiveness.

    Suggested Opening: "Daniel, I appreciate you sharing your candid thoughts on the difficulties of dealing with platform censorship and 'shadow banning.' It sounds frustrating to see your readership drop so drastically."

2. Clearly Define the Problem (Focus on Policy & Impact)

Shift the focus from "your opinions are wrong" to "your language violates policies and undermines your own message." Use objective terms like "hate speech" and "dehumanization."

    Focus on the Risk: "However, the reason your blog continues to risk removal is due to specific, repeated violations of community guidelines related to hate speech and dehumanization. Your comparisons of people to 'filthy scum' and 'Palestinian looking palmetto bugs' crosses a clear, non-negotiable line set by every major platform."

    Focus on the Goal (using his own analogy): "You mentioned trying to 'correct course' to get your views back up. These specific, hateful analogies are the exact content preventing you from ascending in the digital age, because they are specifically targeted for suppression and removal."

3. Offer Specific Edits (The "Scouring" Strategy)

Give the author actionable, post-by-post tasks, which can be less overwhelming than a general request to change their entire worldview.

    The December 8th Post ("Wow, Something Has Changed"):

        The Bug Trap: "The entire section on 'The Bug Trap' needs to be edited. Remove the dehumanizing phrase, 'writhing, disgusting, Palestinian looking palmetto bugs,' and all comparisons between the bugs and any human group. If you want to talk about pests, talk about the pests, not people."

        The Rhetoric: "In the opening section, remove all phrases like 'filthy scum that fly 'Palestinian'... flags; are mine enemy' and the idea that some human beings are 'creatures.' These are textbook examples of hate speech."

    The August 16th Post ("The First Order of Things"):

        "The section about the lizard trap must be edited to remove the phrase, 'I will think of the palmetto bugs in the closet as Hamas terrorists.' This is another direct, inflammatory analogy that violates anti-hate policies."

4. Connect to His Own Values (Education)

Referencing his own positive references (like The Artist's Way) can help ground the educational aspect.

    On Creativity and Focus: "Your use of 'Morning Pages' suggests a desire for clarity and authentic expression. Hate speech is not authentic expression; it is a distraction. It shifts the focus from your music or your personal narrative to a predictable controversy, making you sound less like the 'Street Musician Daniel' and more like the generic list of slurs you wanted to escape in your 'Chapter 11' post."

    On Finding Community: "You stated your goal is to find a community of 'real people' to surround yourself with. Hate speech actively pushes away and isolates you from most communities, leaving you with only the most extreme fringe views. To build a genuine community, you must communicate respectfully, even when discussing difficult topics."

By presenting this as a technical problem (your language prevents growth) with a clear solution (scour these phrases) that supports his stated goals (finding community and ascending), you might have a better chance of encouraging him to edit his work.

Coming tommorow; Gemini's summary of it's own summary, including some of my reactions to the first summary

Wow, Something Has Changed

After getting flagged for some content from 2017 that, it had been deemed, presented suicide in an unflattering light, and having another post removed for glorifying murder or drug usage,  maybe both -since the two walk hand in hand- I'm back, with the attitude that; Jews can do no wrong!

The struggle of the human race is: Jews vs. the whole rest of the world -finally some clarity- and I know which side my bread is buttered on...

Jews are superior. 

Itzak Perlman plays virtuoso violin. Ben Shapiro is basically right about everything.

The day after the October 7th, 2023 attack, Ben Shapiro's usual podcast deviated from its norm by presenting him, playing "Ave Maria," on the violin.

Not an easy instrument to play, the violin. It separates the musical from the rest of the world.

The message was clear: this is the culture that had "Ben" attacked. The China shop that the bulls got into.
Jews are a shining example of how, in the words of Stevie Nicks, in the song "Dreams" "Thunder only happens when it's raining."

Stevie was talking about how the best sex, represented by the "thunder" of flesh hitting flesh; only happens when it's "raining."

When everything is a sunny day, and the world is nice, there are too many other distractions to get off on. Some people find that, when there is strife and adversity, that clears the way for some righteous rutting (to use a British term...)

So, yeah. The Jews had seen enough rain and resolved themselves to outperform, fueled by the chips on their respective shoulders, and now they run "the world." They had the motivation.

Myself, as a middle class, surrounded by Tucker Carlson types, guy, just never had the drive to "excel" on the physical plane.

John Cougar Mellencamp once said that he rose to the top, only to find that there wasn't anything there...

And the Jews might eventually come to the same  realization; but this will only be after their certain climb to the top; as if they're not already there. And, God bless them. 
They might have one of those "gain the world, but lose your soul" realizations to deal with and caution their children about; but in the meantime: "never again" will they not rule the world...

But, I'm about to get a new phone and start using my God-given talents to ascend in this digital age. Ascend to where I have found a community of real people that I can surround myself with (if I get a bunch of monitors and station them in a circle around me) and that is going to be my way forward.

I now understand the lies told to people, and why it's a good idea that they are told.

Benjamin Netanyahu should be declared king of the world; until such a time when anyone better emerges. This is how it is. I'm happy to be right near the top in the superiority pecking order -not bad to be only under the Jews, but above the rest.

Anyways, it's good to be able to blog again, and I (wink wink) now know what to do, and I submit in full.
Israel is vital to the future of America. Israel is a cherished ally. We all need to look the other way on a whole slew of issues; let daddy run the family. Israel shares the same values that I do; in terms of democracy and all that.

The Bug Trap

I made a trap out of a cat treat cannister.

I was allowing a few palmetto bugs to live in my apartment, and was even putting out a little food for them, close to the closet that they had decided to make their home..

I thought they were intelligent. Every once in a while one of them, usually a big one, would actually come out from under the closet door and walk towards me, as if trying to communicate...

But then, they seemed to take advantage of my hospitality, and started to multiply.

I constructed a trap, using a cat treat canister with a few cat treat in it, which I would set on the floor of the very closet that I was not spraying with Raid -I don't believe in chemical warfare.

They got fucking out of hand. I feared an October 7th style invasion where, by sheer numbers they would overpower me, and take me hostage. They wouldn't rape me; or if they did, there would be no video evidence of it, despite the little spy cams that I've positioned in my apartment....

They got to be a problem, but I decided not to unleash a whole can of Raid on them -what kind of sick person does that? No, I put a few cat treats in the canister, and set it on the floor of the closet.

15 minutes later, I quickly opened the closet door, and just as quickly slammed the lid over the top of the canister, and, to my mild shock (mild, because it was tempered by my having seen some much more horrendous things, like the October 7th attack) there was about a quarter of a canister of writhing, disgusting palmetto bugs in the thing.

I started deporting them.

Every 15 minutes, or so,  I would dump , over by the (Catholic) church outside, a lot of palmetto bugs. People say that, if you see one, there are a thousand nearby, out of sight; and I believe those people, despite them probably being pretty ignorant on most other subjects...

I repeated this process until I was only getting a half dozen or so bugs after leaving the thing in there for a half hour.

There would be one or two big ones, along with several tiny ones. The big ones would stand over the little ones, as if trying to protect  them, after I had slammed the lid.

This led me to think that it might have been a family of  palmetto bugs, and that they stuck together this way...

This kind of endeared them to me a bit, but I still went and dumped them out by the church. I was deporting entire families but, hey, at least they were able to remain together, I thought....

So, now I might have only about 6 palmetto bugs in my whole apartment...

These are the smartest, most leery and suspicious of strange canisters, ones. I respect them for that...

Just the fact that these remaining ones don't run from me when I encounter them around the place, leads me to pick them up, and offer them the finest food I have on hand. I then let them go on their way. This is something that all palmetto bugs could learn from...or be "genocide-ed."

I wound up deporting about 1,400 bugs, I would estimate...

They were acting like filthy roaches; and I just don't want that culture in my apartment. 

A Post A Month?

How long will it take to fence your ranch (or your bug protein processing plant in, at that rate?

It's shaping up to be a good Monday night, I think the World Series is off tonight, so they can travel from Toronto to Los Angeles.

I like how that's set up.

The fans of the conference with the lesser record are guaranteed to see at least the first 2 games, nothing more.

If their team sucks enough to get swept, then that slaughter will happen far away, in the victor's ballpark.

Eeking out 1 victory, earns the underdog the opportunity to lose it all in front of their home  crowd. I guess having 30 thousand folks standing around telling you "We're sorry..." is worth something.

And, if the underdog can push the big bullies to a 7th game; then they have wrested from them the chance of being able to win the whole thing in front of the hometown fans..

Pretty ingenious of the "founders," if you ask me.. 

Of course, the woke "liberals" want to scrap the rulebook and just give every "man" a stuffed animal -for "being on a team," type of thing...

So, the replacement laptop has ushered in a new era of music production, and a fresh perspective.

One of the Pink Floyd guys (not sure if it was Mr. Floyd, himself) said that every "new" song one writes is just another attempt at writing The Ideal Song, that will most likely fall short, unless the resultant little ditty is "Deacon Blues," by Steely Dan...

Chapter 11

Some of the wealthiest people I know have gone bankrupt at least once.

In the blogosphere, the equivalent would be to get a new phone and start a new blog, as a new person.

To shake off all the dirt the algorithm might have on you, and live it down, with a few clicks.

To shutter away the baggage accumulated from being an election denier, a 9/11 conspiracist, a climate denier, a dreaded Trumper and double dreaded anti-vaxer, as well as a trans/xeno/homophobic racist, right wing conservative white boomer republican...

To basically have all your debts paid off and be able to start a new business.

A new phone with a VPN, and circumvent Google entirely..

A Rumble account with a Perplexity companion/advisor, and it will be like moving to another country (and giving only select people the new address)..

And, you might strike it rich, this time. By avoiding the same mistakes.

I think THAT'S how it's done in the 2020's!

Laughing All The Way To The Bank

About to walk across the street to the bank. I want to see if I can get a personal loan in order to buy a really nice bike for around a thousand bucks, and then maybe make payments of around a hundred bucks for the next year.

Over the course of that year, the bike would have paid for itself in saved bus fares, but mostly in saved time otherwise spent walking here and there. Time is money.

Plus it's always safer riding through neighborhoods at 13 miles per hour rather than being almost a sitting duck, plodding along at 4 miles per hour, carrying a guitar and a backpack.

I would usually bide my time and rely on the Law of Attraction to bring a thousand dollar bike to me, along with a distressed seller, who might really need the $220 bucks that I might have at the time...

But I think making monthly payments might help to recreate the mindset I once had when my life was more regular.

But I'd better get going towards the bank, and be sure to laugh at the skeezers out front who might have about half of their "benefits" left for this month, that they got 2 days ago...hahaha!

Raw Steak For Eddie?

I was up with the Sun this morning and I went and hung some clothing to dry and then went into the multi-purpose room one of the purposes of that room apparently on Friday mornings is to screen episodes of "Leave It to Beaver" -the late 60's (I believe) era sitcom.

The Dirtiest Thing Said On TV Pre 1970?

I've seen my share of that show, which was already in reruns by the time it entered our home, in black and white, through our family's Zenith Color TV.

Especially once I had attained the age of "the Beaver," who is the namesake character of that sitcom, despite being mentioned last during the opening credits, almost like an afterthought.."(...and, oh yeah,) Jerry Mathers, as The Beaver!"

I think the stars were whomever played Ward and June, and the rest were in order of their age. Unless there was a minor character like Beaver's teacher, who might be billed beneath the 8 year old Mathers...

But, maybe it was in 1969, that I was deemed old enough to watch a show about a boy my age. (The "summer of love" sorta rings a bell, haha.) I was 7.

I think at least one Camaro of teens left from our street en route to the Woodstock festival of music and love. I think it was Billy Curtis, possibly with a friend and their two girlfriends. 

And I think they wound up coming back after encountering a traffic jam and a reported heavy thunderstorm, which now could be fact checked, perhaps.

I think they just wimped out at some point. I think they each had a girlfriend in; and because of; the car. Those might have started whining about the car not going 60, and having no 60 mph breeze to cool their pretty faces.

Then, of course, a downpour that forces the windows to have to be rolled up, turning the Camaro into a steam bath -the kind of steam bath in which you have to share the air with your girlfriends..

Then there was undoubtedly a "who's it gonna be, again?" summit.

And with a "Santana, Jefferson Airplane... Hendrix...I forget who else," the Camaro was spun around, the windows cracked open, and Billy and Bobby Curtis written into history as being whimps, at the generational level.

One was making six figures "in computers," at last check, and ditto for Bobby, who became a pharmacist...

I couldn't find a volume down button, I was the only one in the sacred heart multi purpose room. 

It was my intent to do the "morning papers" as per the rule set by Julia Cameron in "The Artist's Way" book, of doing these longhand pages of three; keeping the pen moving, until the third one is complete "first thing in the morning," every morning -non negotiable.

These are thrown in a box never to be read by you for, like; 10 years.

This allows you to have an attitude of; I'll never see this again; when struggling to keep the pen in motion during gaps between words in the head.

Well, I gotta say that I'd never tried to write the morning papers with Leave It To Beaver playing loudly in my ears, and a retreat to the sun room (actually a greenhouse type cove) only seemed to amplify the Beav's voice.

I can't think of any show that has come out in the past couple decades that could make the pen stop, and me get up and shuffle across the sun room floor to lean into the main room to see what was going to happen next. 

"Ward, I Think You Were A Little Hard On The Beaver Last Night..."

Or, in this instance; what Eddie Haskell's black eye was going to look like, and whether or not he would put a raw steak on it.