Pages torn from a hustler's journal: 12

Voluptuous and Rubenesque women are about to advance to the first curve of the hockey stick re: socially perceived beauty. Phase jumps over next 2 yrs before more obvious, but back to the present? Election yr, public health crisis, pubs closed, watering hole status moot as intersection en masse nixed = social capital trading changes lanes, economic panic, isolation elevates introvert contributions + mini Renaissance, and historically? Any combination of 3 of these 6 factors tends to precede a jump in real women shown naked or otherwise elevated, print, paint, porn, personality power. Nothing's guaranteed but fuck it, I'll bet money and stake a flow on it, sign off as Loki on that projection.

On the 15th a ton of trees got it on and my allergy attack Marathon began. Good day to get groceries, bills and errands done. Best idea ever. Way recommended. Fucking open air Stanley Milgram experiment out there.

But word, there's sinus infections like what got my friends quarantined. There's a ton of parallel ailments only SYMPTOMATICALLY lateral to Panda Express Panic, otherwise un-fucking-related, and wait for it, the paranoia'll be the new cultural symptom. Either that'll ripple the social-economic sphere royally and everyone has to down a reality pill orrrr it'll normalize deviance.

Prolly not though. People won't permanently go along with dumbass shit like pillow-case heads just cause the internet said to. Nobody's THAT American.

Tribalism polarizes and provides the illusion of action. Divide and deride.

But for real even 20 years ago my tomboy girlfriends would oft qualify themselves as ingroup whenever they'd ask "Is that how guys define your hierarchy? By what you do after the apocolypse?" Didn't take many repeats before I saw the pattern, that it was the meritocracy -raised daughters of working class warrior-scholar caste who'd ask me that. Pillow Princesses couldn't conceive of collapse (except as the color on the mood ring).

Class division man. Hard times make strong men. Strong men make good times. Good times make weak men. Weak men make hard times.  In Rome, in the Middle East, in Western Europe, there's always been the waves of industrial-technological growth, then the gap, the valley before culture appropriates all that new shit and elevates or demonizes ad hoc, but always fucking perfect the first time around, yo. It's in those valleys between waves that cultural tantrum, the crazy times happen. Every empire, fuck, every era has its teen years.

Watch, there'll be a blanket of chamges and a wave of pillowcase heads knee-jerking against anything common sense, stoic or resolute after this, sheeple need a tribe and a patch. Betcha there'll be more caveman jokes and apoc as a pejorative "Are you one of them? Are you an A-Pocker?" "No ma'am. We're on a mission from God. We only A-Pock your mother."

Hey policymakers! It's time to play "Who wants to be a Gulliani?" and that's sick, cuz tragedy is tragedy, crisis is crisis amd if you want an extra mil for doing dick? Get an ass implant and release a sex tape, go do RealityTV like Kim and leave public policy and legislation the fuck alone

The new Great Depression forestalls the Roaring 20's. No flappers and fests, just jackers and jests. Depression = crime and comedy. TP bootlegged. Fucking Charmin Bears will become the new Kennedy's by the end of the decade.