The Republic of Plato on

I quit my job in 1999 for this very reason, though "quitting" is relative when I was also fleeing the toxic fumes, I feel I qualify for the unemployment benefits I applied for almost fifteen years ago despite what Mr. McCoy wound up telling the State people that called him about my work. I needed to be unemployed so I could spend eight hours shopping for a head of lettuce free of all the spy service "interpretive dance torture" and related whispering that goes along with it. You know this. I left my job to figure out what was going on after my introduction to singlehood in 1999 came along with death camps. In 2014 I have learned that these death camps only multiplied and I am still figuring it out. I watch "Palpatine" in the movies and wonder if Polpot is the weed I was supposed to smoke instead of all the rapemonkey years since 2011 we got instead.

Livejournal is still down on this computer at the retail place, maybe it's just this particular showroom model to blame, maybe I'm blocked from the Russian website on purpose by the spy robots at the store, who can say?

After some reading about the Norberg residence bathing experience that destroyed New Orleans in 2005, and a brief visit to the elephant statue in the park near Burnside this afternoon, I wanted to archive a bit from wikipedia about Maya, the mother of Siddhartha Gautama Et Cetera.

According to Buddhist tradition, the Buddha-to-be was residing as a bodhisattva in the Tuṣita heaven, and decided to take the shape of a white elephant to be reborn on Earth for the last time. Māyā gave birth to Siddharta c. 563 BCE. The pregnancy lasted ten lunar months. Following custom, the Queen returned to her own home for the birth. On the way, she stepped down from her palanquin to have a walk under the Sal tree (Shorea robusta), often confused with the Ashoka tree (Saraca asoca), in the beautiful flower garden of Lumbini Park, Lumbini Zone, Nepal. Maya Devi was delighted by the park and gave birth standing while holding onto a sal branch. Legend has it that Prince Siddhārtha emerged from her right side. It was the eighth day of April. Some accounts say she gave him his first bath in the Puskarini pond in Lumbini Zone. But legend has it that devas caused it to rain to wash the newborn babe. He was later named Siddhārtha, "He who has accomplished his goals" or "The accomplished goal".

The Oliver Stone movie Platoon gives me lots to think about in terms of leaders from different eras all converging on one or perhaps several embarrassing wartime mishaps. Surely Dale Dye is one of those interested in how my life turned into their battle zone, and I am interested too, as this "Not Dead Yet" moniker of mine is clearly somewhere at work in Vietnam's early "nation-building". I have to estimate by the wikipedia chronology to figure out what I was actually watching the last few days, aside from Abraham Lincoln and the Baby Sheen and the guy with the Marbs and all the receptions involving helicopters and other things exploding. A Marine helicopter crash folks are probably most concerned about in the current era was the one reported around January 19-20 2012 when I was in the hospital for accidentally telling the Good Samaritan intake people the truth about my background while simultaneously living in Barry's America. At that point Leon's policy was to crash a helicopter every time I spoke to anyone about anything at all including flatulence, and thus it is interesting that this chopper invention is called a "hel"icopter in the first place, launched from a helipad, or a helicarrier if you read the right comics. Charlie Sheen quotes the line "hell is the failure of reason", and I am quoting the line about the lack of reason producing the failure of the helicopter.

I have to tidy up the place before inspection on the 11th and thus maybe move a news clipping of Portland Tribune article about swarming birds with the headline "Swift Aggression".

What I read today is that the original battle used as the arena for our Oliver Stone characters was possibly this Operation Swift, a "search and destroy mission in the Que Son Valley carried out by the 1st Marine Division. Launched on September 4, 1967 the ensuing battles killed 114 Americans and an estimated 376 North Vietnamese. The operation ended September 15."

My little black book tells me there are too many people looking at me in my residence and suggests I move. Oh? Is my cathedral ready yet?