Thursday, February 5, 2026
The brain goes into the gutter. This is conventional thinking disguised as being “realistic.” The brain doesn’t understand curvature and perceives the earth as flat. Logic and reason are linear thinking. But the universe is infinite, curved, and continuing. The brain cannot understand. The record spins your life into the gutter, and then you perish in a fiery rubble. Google your symptoms, and you’re done for.
What do you get when you play a country music album backwards? You get your car back, your wife back, your kids and your dignity back. The mind is a dizzying display of doom, and you simply stop calling it “realistic thinking.” You call bullshit.
I call bullshit on doom, all of it. No matter which direction the story goes, it’s bullshit. To me the tiring story is Thelma and Louise. It’s a downward spiral into the shitter. The upward spiral is also towards the shitter, but guess what – it’s all bullshit. So why not paint a pretty picture with the excrement?
Why must the story of “realistic thinking” be true? I once told a former student how much I enjoyed contemplating ideas. Just sitting and “gazing” into my intellect for creativity. He said – “What if something never comes?” What if something never comes? Then something never comes. I’m still here, living with “nothing coming,” thumping my fingers on the desk. So what?
What if something never comes? Bullshit. I don’t need anything. I exist and things come and go. Doomsday stories stop. Doom realizes it cannot rile me up. Doom and gloom gives up, and the charges are reversed. And new, lovely tunes play. The sad song is sadly over.
That’s good. I’m digging the new tunes. I call bullshit either way the record spins. Might as well stop singing a sad song and dig a new tune. If you’re having a pity party, I’m calling bullshit.