THE INFORMATION #870 JANUARY 8, 2016

THE INFORMATION #870
JANUARY 8, 2016
Copyright 2016 FRANCIS DIMENNO
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WHEN THIS WORLD CATCHES FIRE
BOOK THREE: SAVAGE NOXTOWN
CHAPTER TEN: PART FIFTY-TWO: KINGDOM COME

Being in the con man business–and don’t mistake me for a facetious Yellof, Yob, because it IS a business–a business that takes a back seat to no other–and being in that line of work, I naturally have a vantage point regarding the myriad ways people manage to delude themselves. Do you know why people play games? Because everything’s a game. And people are naturally attracted to the glitter of a seemingly fair wager. Look to Mother Nature. You ever notice how a crow bobs his head as he struts and frets his way along a gutter, looking for bits of string and straw and other useless things? Or how a pigeon can peck at the ground at nothing normal eyes can see? Or how a squirrel can dig at a root and fool itself that it found a nut and go nibbling away at a piece of rubbish, all the while its black eyes glistering? Then there’s those men who CAN’T find a job; nobody wants to hire them to do a job of work because of the way they look–hangdog countenance; like a cur who is longing to be whipped. Deep down, that man doesn’t want to live, and that’s why he looks like he’s bound to lose. Then there’s the woman who stays in bed for twenty years because she’s got the vapors; only if you forced her to her own two feet and compel her to do for herself you can bet that somehow she would manage, and it’s only her deluded kin as keep them there on a bed of so-called pain. There’s a never-ending pattern to be seen, Yob, for those who have the eyes to capture the warp and the woof. The doting old man and his coltish young bride–of course she’s going to find a younger man, and turn him into a cuckold. The doting older woman and the young bravo–of course he’s bound to make a fool of her, and many times over. You see it all when you travel the world, only if you keep your ears open as you stroll the streets of any burg worth its salt, then you’ll observe all the very same mass delusions as you’re likely to run across from Timbuktu to Maracaibo and beyond. The notion that money is everything. (It is a good deal, at that–not the cash itself, but what you can spend it on without being put through the risk and botheration of having to steal it.) The idea that owning a horse and a gun somehow makes you more of a man. (I will say that it certainly won’t hurt your chances with the ladies none.) That the very notion of courting a woman isn’t simply some trick that nature plays on us at one time or another, no matter how strong-minded we think we might be. Ever see the newlywed chimp bride proudly waving her banana? There you have it, in a nutshell. It takes a very strong man to resist the tide of human affairs and declare, “No, I Will Not”. When you’re young, you may think yourself as one of those, but age will tell you, soon or late, that even the strongest among us can be broken. That proud souls are perhaps made to be broken so. People who are broken–people who, in the end, simply can’t cope with all the noise are called crazy and sent to a very quiet place in the country–a very quiet place indeed–where they can walk in the willow garden and catch some rays of golden sunshine. Sleep and wholesome food are said to do wonders in those cases. But such a life was never for me. I would rather wallow in good honest poison than live off of corn flakes and homeopathic remedies. Can’t the reformers ever reconcile themselves to the plain and simple fact that the noble vices are a lot of fun? Drinking, gambling and whoring around are the holy trinity of any sportsman worthy of the name. Aye, if I were 40 again I would ply those very trades with renewed vigor. But just because I’m closer to 60, doesn’t mean there is going to be any sort of a grand falling off for me. It bewilders me, Yob, to try to make sense of why people do away with themselves before they reach the age of infirmity. Maybe they’re tired; maybe they feel like an empty shell; all the same, they ought to find some sort of occupation that gladdens their heart, rather than sit in a hard chair looking miserable, or sulking in bed. Life is movement–movement, if nothing else.  
And everything in life, all of it, comes down to this: Who profits? When there’s only one boss, things get distributed much more equally. It’s only when there’s a bunch of squabbling Barons that people are forced to live in misery. Don’t call me a Socialist, but there’s one thing I know for sure–there’s no limit to human greed once you introduce the notion of competition. That’s why, many years ago, we divvied up the grifting rackets among ourselves, and pledged each other not to poach on anyone’s territory unless we were personally in dire need of a big score, which hardly ever happened–because we had the good sense to establish a communal sinking fund for any and all emergencies. Like an insurance policy, for grifters who were on their uppers. As a result, the coppers got their payoffs in a timely and consistent fashion, and if anyone ever had to take a fall for appearance’s sake, they were warned well ahead of time and were well-prepared. Nobody likes to go to jail, but if you have the right friends it can be a kind of golden rest holiday for the hard-working grifter.  
Men like me, we live for the new moon. We thrive, even. Your average marks tend to get all tangled up and stuffed to busting with their own emotions when the moon is tart and full. Even the sort of marks you’re bound to meet when you’re on the vag and are wandering the road and forced to confine your arts to entertaining country bumpkins. I’ve seen many a tinker make off with half the household chattels on the night of a new moon. All that darkness is most conducive to assisting the hard-working grifter in his profession. One should never try to do business during a full moon, when people have got their hackles raised. You can call it superstition, but I have endless anecdotal evidence that backs me up. An enterprising juggler who usually manages to make a tidy crust in the crossroads at any other time is like to be pelted with large stones when the celestial body is hanging there like a ripe cheese. Many an old soldier has had to drag his tail back to his cave or lean-to on the night of a pumpkin moon.   
Now, I’m supposing I could jaw forever about the foolishness of considering the new year as any kind of a new start. But first, someone needs to pour me a drink!

1*SALUTATION

PUBLIC IMAGE
CAREERING (LIVE)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7rtwiMFDWa0&app=desktop

2*REFERENCE

TEN FACEBOOK PAGES YOU NEED TO STOP SHARING FROM
CRANK SCIENCE AND AMERICAN LOONS
20 VINTAGE ALBUM COVERS THAT MIGHT MAKE YOU FEEL ILL
TEN BEST ARTICLES WIKIPEDIA DELETED THIS WEEK
http://gawker.com/the-10-best-articles-wikipedia-deleted-this-week-1749445064

5*AVATAR OF THE ZEITGEIST

Behind the Ronald Reagan myth: “No one had ever entered the White House so grossly ill informed”
http://www.salon.com/2015/12/27/behind_the_ronald_reagan_myth_no_one_had_ever_entered_the_white_house_so_grossly_ill_informed_2/

6* DAILY UTILITY

ONLINE THEREMIN
ALSO SEE:

THE GREATEST ELECTRONIC ALBUMS OF THE 1950S AND 1960S

James Lovelock: ‘enjoy life while you can: in 20 years global warming will hit the fan’
http://www.theguardian.com/theguardian/2008/mar/01/scienceofclimatechange.climatechange

9*RUMOR PATROL
THE FIREPLACE DELUSION

http://www.samharris.org/blog/item/the-fireplace-delusion

10* LAGNIAPPE
1980 TALKING HEADS CONCERT FILM

How Esurance Lost Its Mascot to the Internet

*11A BOOKS READ AND RATED
ABANDON THE OLD IN TOKYO. TATSUMI. ****1/2
ALL-NEW X-MAN VOLUME 2. BENDIS. ***1/2
AMAZING FANTASTIC INCREDIBLE. LEE. ***
ANGRY YOUTH COMIX. RYAN. ****
AVENGERS VOL. 2. HICKMAN. ***1/2
BITCH PLANET 1. EXTRAORDINARY MACHINE. ****
BLACK RIVER. SIMMONS. ****
CITY OF CLOWNS. ALARCON &ALVARADO. ****
THE COMIC BOOK HISTORY OF COMICS. VAN LENTE & DUNLAVEY. ****
COWL 1. ***1/2
COWL 2. ***1/2
DARE TO DISAPPOINT: GROWING UP IN TURKEY. SAMANCI. ****
A DRIFTING LIFE. TATSUMI. ****
FALLEN WORDS. TATSUMI. ****1/2
THE FLASH: SEASON ZERO. **1/2
FREE COUNTRY. GAIMAN. ***1/2
MAD MAX: FURY ROAD. ***1/2
OMAHA BEACH ON D-DAY. CAPA & MORVAN & BERTAIL. ****
THE OWNER’S GUIDE TO TERRIBLE PARENTING. DELISLE. ***1/2
THE PUSH MAN & OTHER STORIES. TATSUMI. ****1/2
RAGNAROK 1. LAST GOD STANDING. SIMONSON. ****
RELIGION: A DISCOVERY IN COMICS. DEHEER. ****
SHIGERU MIZUKI’S HITLER. ****
STEP ASIDE, POPS. BEATON. ****
SUPER MUTANT MAGIC ADADEMY. TAMAKI. ****
THOR 2. GOD OF THUNDER. ***1/2
T!M G!NGER. HANSHAW. ****
TWO BROTHERS. MOON & BE. ****
UNBEATABLE SQUIRREL GIRL 2. SQUIRREL YOU KNOW IT’S TRUE. ***
THE UNTOLD HISTORY OF THE UNITED STATES. STONE & KUZNICK. ****
VACANCY. LEE. ***1/2

CONTROVERSIES IN POPULAR CULTURE.
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