Yes, You Can Guess What’s Going To Happen But Remember, It’s Just A Guess.
Many folks make predictions.
They get worse at making good predictions
though when they fail to notice the contrast between guessing and predicting.
Thank you, friend.
Barry out.
Prediction must contain proof.
Verbalization. Written evidence. Confabulations. Collaboration. Discussion. Planning. Keen Observation. Motivation. Discernible Activity.
Once a person figures out how something might happen they then might guess what that happening might lead to.
And what would happen. And what that would lead to. And happen. And lead to. And happen.
You get the picture.
Yer prediction problems all originate from:
- how far off the guess is
- how good you are at measuring
- how well your mistakes or wins fit together. (poorly fit together futures collapse, as we know…
) - how often you practice what you preach
- Et cetera
First Time Dude Ever Heard A Cop Lie
At age nineteen I operated an autobody shop I had purchased from my father.
In that shop I rebuilt a car for a friend’s brother who was disinterested in retrieving the car once it was complete.
Periodic bills (I’m a fucking autobody guy, not some accountant!) failed to attract his interest.
Finally one day after one and one half years I sent him a note saying I was going to sell the car to pay his bill.
The car was sold to one of my suppliers for the amount owed for work done on the vehicle.
Soon as my customer’s dad found out, he went ballistic. He sold your fucking car?!
NO FUCKING WAY!
They phone the RCMP.
***
Cop I know comes to see me.
He’s friendly. Brings me coffee. We talk in his car.
He writes shit down. This is the charge he says. Theft under five thousand because it was a car he says.
I didn’t go through the proper channels to legally sell the car he says. Cop’s right in what he says.
Cops know how the law works.
I sure didn’t.
I didn’t!
I finish my coffee and sign the charge. Theft under five thousand.
I have no idea what I have just done. (made friends with a cop I think…)
Copper waves goodbye and says he’ll see me in court.
I wave.
See ya pal!
***
Couple of days before court I ask a friend to come with me to court.
For what? friend says. Oh, just this and I tell him this story.
Theft under five thousand!? friend asks.
Yeah, why? I ask.
You’ll be a fucking criminal is why! friend exclaims as if I’m a moron.
Holy shit! I exclaim moronically.
I thought I would just explain my circumstances to folks and they would understand, I said.
You are stupider than I thought, friend says.
You might go to jail if you plead guilty. Change your plea to innocent and take your chances with the judge, friend advised.
And get a fucking lawyer!
***
I got a lawyer.
Wowsers my cop pal was upset when I told him about my plea change.
He swore! Fucking cops swear?!
Now shit’s going to go bad for me, previous cop pal warns.
I wonder if I shoulda left well enough alone.
Don’t wanna lose friends and all…
***
Lawyer said just like friend said. I’ma stupid cunt for providing evidence against myself.
What am I, an imbred? he asks smilingly while I fork over a ton o loot. ($800 1976)
You people fuck each other out there or is it becausa all that oil in the drinking water? rhetorically slops from his ignent legal pie hole as he slips the stack into his jacket.
See ya in court inbred…
***
In court an RCMP officer with three years on the force reads the charge against me and my statement against myself.
Theft under five thousand dollars.
A judge listens and Judy, the court stenographer taps away on a machine as he speaks.
My lawyer tries not to shake his head as my evidence is read against me.
Fuck, I hear him mutter under his breath.
The RCMP corporal sums up his testimony and the judge gives my lawyer a chance to earn the dough already swindled from me.
My lawyer wants to hammer the prosecution’s witness which just also happens to be his client.
Lawyer asks me about did the cop read me my rights and did I know what I was getting into and yeah, the cop read me my rights but shit did not unfold the way he said.
The cop lied on the stand and without my lawyer asking me to clarify I turned to the judge and told him the truth and how it differed from what officer tongue as long as a telephone wire had said.
The judge was pissed by what I said. His eyebrows smoldered and I wondered how far over some line I had gone.
***
In the hallway awaiting the judge’s decision Lawyer called me the stupidest client he had ever had and he was fistpumpingly gleeful that I had paid the bill up front.
Lawyer told me I had it all wrong.
Justice he said, has nothing to do with right and wrong. Justice is about winning and losing. And you, my short peckered friend, just LOST!
***
The judge disagreed. He believed me over Sargent Snide. Charges dropped.
Lawyer didn’t say sorry.
Cop tried to shake my hand on the way out of court (small town). No hard feelings, idiot says.
Fuck you I grunt straight into his lying cop eyes.
Lawyer doesn’t even say goodbye, just saunters across the road to his paid off car.
One month later legal idiot gets electrocuted welding on his motorcycle in the rain.
I shoulda paid him in installments.
Thank you, friend.
Barry out.
For Certain Normal Had Cleared The Bridge. Yep. Normal Was Out The Bridge.
Many folks can smell a rat.
They have this second
sense to a primary
sense that tells
them exactly when shit is headed south.
Thank you, friend.
Barry out.
RCMP inspector facing sexual assault charges
http://www.ctvnews.ca/canada/rcmp-inspector-facing-sexual-assault-charges-1.1777084
Hold That Thought For Twenty One Daze Then Drift From Public Consciousness.
After 35 days, Flight 370 is still missing without a trace.
Gone from the world’s view and out of worldview.
Because even planets live only so long.
So too events only live so long.
Live on, live on flight 370.
Thank you, friend.
Barry out.
Malaysia Airlines Flight 370
Outrun Yer Nightmares? Quite Possible. But Not The Wayback Machine.
Most folks have a past.
They might even know
that their past is fixed
in history which for a lot of ‘em means no Santa.
Thank you, friend.
Barry out.
Maybe you should have thought before writing all that sheeeiit. Ya think?!
407 Billion web pages saved over time.
Three Years Old? Knock Him Across The Room. At Sixteen Chase Him With An Axe.
My father and I had a strange relationship.
I competed with him in a struggle to win some game I had no idea we were playing.
He made up the rules.
He chose the tools and he bent everything that would bend.
Force him as I did with all my might, my father would not say he loved me.
“God bless” was the best he could muster. God bless, god bless!
I guess some son-of-a-bitch has to.
Thank you, friend.
Barry out.
No Ones Paying For Witches Anymore. We Can’t Keep ‘Em Danny Let ‘Em Go.
One day Jews came out of hiding.
The underground railroad had stopped.
There was no more curse of the Irish.
They were done busting everyone’s chops.
The black, brown and white became equal.
Equally cheated a bit.
For now the divider was money,
Without it you weren’t worth a shit.
Thank you, friend.
Barry out.
Everything Dripped With Confusion Making It Tough To Really Get a Grasp
Many folks know about organizations.
They understand organizations are called
organizations to remind anyone caught
disorganized in them that organizing
is their first order of business.
Thank you, friend.
Barry out.
