Letting it Go

I've got a lot to say.
Whole history.
But why?
Either he's too stupid to understand the consequences
of his action, which means a review is pointless, or
he intended the consequences, which means remarking
on them is unnecessary.

Josh started his crap from 1996 when I spend 5 days
with him. He continued in 1997 when he kotched at
my house and avoided me with great cunning.

In 2008 I subjected myself to his 'punishment' with
the sense of knowing...knowing before I left Jamaica
what was probable, having my expectations more than
fulfilled.

Between 2008 Nov and 2010 May he performed a
bullshitathon on Yahoo. Inquisition, veiled insult,
bait, attempts to gain certain 'confirmation' of his
diseased analysis of situations.

Escaping him there is no reason to consider.

This is a very sick boy. A boy owned by a lemur lady
who has sacrificed everything he could have by his
twisted rationalisation.

No one would have let their mother be tortured in a
too cold house for a month...and the fact that it was
kept so cold was only to 'fix' me for the moment the
temperature dropped to 40o outside, the thermo went to
80o. Which it could have sat at from day one.

I am always of two minds when it comes the the proof
of anothers turpitude. My postulates are confirmed,
but I am sad to be right.

There are times I don't want to be right.

I will never have a relationship with Josh.
If he contacts me he will get the veneer.

For he isn't even worth response.

Scarce

It was one of those days in which I had three things
to do at the same time.

I went to my usual venue, which boasted a little get-together
after, and considered whether to stay or go onto the
next site.

As I was thinking the usual crap happened.

Talking to Richard and Cox jumps up.
Move to speak to Marge, and Cox jumps up.

Now am I suppose to stand there while Cox is
facilitated in his madness?

Nahhh.

So I left.

It's something that's kind of hardwired in my
genes. If I'm talking to anyone and they are
distracted by another and don't instantly postpone
the other, I forfeit.

So I went to Venue 2.
Total waste of time as expected, save I got my
usual laughs.

Some organisations need particularly stellar leadership.
They need the Avatar in that top seat to get the best
people into the other seats.

When the best people drop out or can't be bothered to
join, one gets a typical bullshitathon, in which work
is delegated to persons who can't perform the work,
so nothing happens.

For the past ten years I've given the same advice,
so gave it again, and no one listened, as usual.

Then I picked up my cell phone as if it had vibrated,
went outside with a anxious look on my face, stood out
side for a minute, then returned;

"I have to go." I say.

The third place on my agenda was just not as enticing
as the look of the sky was repellant, so I went home.

I could of returned to Venue One, but need to be a little
less accessible.

Alas,

It seems that everything in Jamaica has gotten worse.
No matter which corner you look in, what was in 1980
is so superior to what exists today.

I recall reading history about the late 1800s and
how many children and grand children of slaves
owned this or ran that business, and lived at such
a standard that person like Marcus Garvey could
attend no more than an all age school yet go on
to be quite brilliant.

Today, most people prefer to live off of others,
whether the males are supported by mothers, wives
or daughters, or the females have a constant stream
of men paying their bills, the idea of being
independent is considered unsavoury.

The few people who stand on their own feet do not
have anyone to lean on. They either stand or
lie on the sidewalk.

And things will get worse when the Gov. gets rid
of more Civ. Ser. jobs. For the JLP has so
bankrupted the country with various questionable
expenses, it needs every cent it can get.