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The New Normal in the USSA & Bernie in 2024

Uncle Winston’s Little Telegraph. 4th Edition

The New Normal in the USSA & Bernie in 2024. (Madoff not Sanders)

Check out “The New Normal” and let’s see what the Abnormal is doing to keep us in line feeling falsely safe and coming back like bad pennies, for temperature checks and a swab. Don’t tell me this “is the new normal” because I will not accept it, They are purposefully changing life as we know it — They are the Abnormals. I don’t believe a lick of what They say, to me They are shit shakers with lips as sharp and as ugly as barbed wire when they wiggle them incessantly

Uncle Winston really tries very hard to keep his article free of financial matter, but as I see it, the Bigs are taking everything and we, the tenderfeet, are fighting for their crumbs of a mustard and jelly sandwich.

As you should know, the facts are there, you got all the numbers — its public information –twisted and crooked – but public. The Fed is jacking off their balance sheet till infinity and beyond — pumping the cheap money in us baby, but it isn’t feeling good anymore. Remember when cheap money was fun? It was like – you know – like—free and stuff and—like– it felt so good and we felt respectable. But the game has changed and the game is rigged and depending on how deep you chose to dive down in it, you’ll need more than a bailout lifejacket to get above water. I still firmly stick to my idea that we should not have thrown Bernie Madoff in jail — what we should have done is make him the Secretary of the Treasury – because he has the experience we need in these matters.

What else on the market front? Hey—oil prices are going further down down down — oh yea, that market is rigged as well, cheap gas now but you’ll pay later, not at the pump but prepare to get pumped. And here’s some encouraging news from here in the USSA as companies cut a record 20.2 million jobs in April and some ninny’s that I know are investing in “bounce back” lifeless and hopeless common stock. Not at all considering that this just might be America’s farewell tour and they should buy survival gear instead, their new supreme value assets and can we pay the jobless claims? Anybody? Bueller? “ohh ohh, I know the answer” it’s a confident NO

So I believe that there is not a better time to buy that round trip ticket for the woodlands or the one way to L.A. or Las Vegas – and “go out with a bang” as they say, pop that pill and take that ride with that mask applied and roll the dice with Fido’s shots or Amy’s tuition. Your odds are better than in the Wall Street casino, I promise you that. But who wants to travel without their own wheels or wings these days anyway? Traveling sucks — mainly because I prefer to get felt up by the honeys at home and not the FAA at the terminal.

Let’s be the tireless minority that doesn’t believe this crap and the more people that read these articles, the more I can write – so please pass it along. Enjoy your day and thank you.

Disgusted but not Discouraged,

Uncle Winston.



Uncle Winston’s Little Telegraph #2 “Hope has passed on”

To: Readers new to Uncle Winston’s opinions on the future of America with or without the Covid influence.

Uncle Winston in no way shares this cultures baseless hope for a future of plenty — not at all. Open your eyes to state of deterioration, driven on the Brooklyn Queens Expressway (BQE) lately? Been to a public school recently? And now we are seeing the implications of our fat faced decisions which will soon become quite gaunt and shallow as our thoughts become hollow as we tune in and watch THEM talk. What is this unfounded, unrealistic mania for hope about anyway?

Here’s a radical thought — go out and talk with your neighbors, the destruction of social bonds will destroy us quicker than THEY can, don’t hollow yourself out from the inside out. Social bonds are necessary to humans, it gives us pride and a sense of place so break the texting bond. You’re becoming a synthetic and hollow person, one that can raise their hand and watch as the sunlight passes right thru it. Look around you, as you might be next to the black candle lit altar to be sacrificed as THEIR goal is to create a hollow society of hollow man and hollow women, don’t do it to yourself, rise above it and resist it. My advice to anyone asking to practice resistance rather than false hope and read about W.E.B. DuBois rather than watching us kill another country on television.

Gossip is their money maker and their drug of choice to push upon us is propaganda, so sit back, pour yourself a drink and watch the destruction of our digitally and morally debased culture. Feed on the hate and disgust of this world as we slip slide deeper into modern day serfdom, the new weapon of war against the middle class already proven successful against the poor. There is no magic pill, no magic candidate, no magic policy, no magic Jesus to solve this.

Swipe for a date, upload your self-enchanted self-absorbed selfies and wait for that tap of the heart to fill yours for that three seconds of pleasure, all substituting for social bonds. And we are externally cowering to THEM and their words and at the same time inviting anxiety into our party, welcoming snakes into our Eden. Our society is further apart than ever in my recollection and we were so close just a few short weeks ago.

Al my best,

Uncle Winston.


Uncle Winston’s Little Telegraph #3 A Secret Grief

As the days grow on, things feel tacky to my touch, a creeping malaise, and it’s my mind’s eye exaggerating the rubbish ideas and trying harder to playing tricks as I still remain secure in my conviction that this is more of a media creation, and less of an outbreak. Perhaps it’s the masked and sterile gloved hands that give current life its tackiness. The same bodies that quickly step away fast once another body is spotted headed in their direction and without so much as a quick eye to eye interaction as if the infected could and would want to transmit sickness through light.
The great majority of my town folk now throw around the word “pandemic” commonly, without a dry mouth or a pre-swallow if there is any spit left. It is now a common word and we all remember when the word was new and frightening all the way back in mid-March. Such manifestations of national illnesses are as old as time, as common as wars which thankfully, few if any of us have been exposed to first hand. Yet somehow in today’s age of scientific innovations and medical advancements, we still find it so easy to believe we are affected from one such contagion (Covid) that come crashing down on us from a clear blue sky or the bat market in China.
Stupidity has a way of getting its way, we are so believing in pestilence, a bogie of the mind from one bad dream to another. Our town’s folk are still believing, they are consumed by it and silence and avoidance seems to still be their current way of exchanging ideas and chit chat, rather than gathering together – I recognize this still with their bodies vague (and not so vague) unease.
How many of us have actually seen an individual dead from Covid? (non medically trained) I for one have not, so the pictures and video have little substance to me unless I see one up close with the blotches or prevailing infliction that Covid has done to them and taken them by. One can hardly know what it is on the other side of the dead skin mask, other than that they are a mere puff of smoke you might conjure up in your mind as you watch the tele, those unfortunate souls set within the anonymous black body bags, after all how many of us know 10,000 faces or whatever the annual influenza number of deceased count totals per year here in Queens New York
Yes, in conclusion, as I look out the window I see them shuttered inside, I know that their patience hangs by a thread wondering when They will flick the economies light switch, to turn the machines and people back on – will it be so easy? Yet at the same time too scared and too unsure to make that brave move that might snap the final thread of Their holding string.
There is a tranquil radiance of a clear blue sky outside, yet the word is echoing still in their minds “pandemic.” There is a bright future in the radiance, there is no future in being scared. Fix your minds on the real facts and think for yourself.


Looks Like You’ve had a bit too Much to Think Son

Both parties and even the deprived Independent and/or Green Party are out to seize full power, more specifically – to dictate power, yet at the same time, a flight of courage to speak negatively against America lurks in the gut of many Americans. People say that there is something wrong with those that speak out, perhaps brand them as a “domestic terrorist” — and to all that know about my writings, I have been quietly yet continuously gibbering about the lack of condemning voices. Under no circumstances should you feel like a suspect thinking what I have been thinking and writing this today some years later as we are quarantined and as the herd mentality believes what the federal, state and local government have been feeding y’all continues. But you still race blindly to tune in and consume it. How long will you tow the “apple pie and Chevrolet” line and what do you think you’ll pull in? Will what’s at the end be better with their meddling?

America today seems to me to be the most paranoid and insecure country on Earth as newspaper briefings are full of suspicion and mistrust of the other side and each other. And perhaps my words are losing their meaning to myself as I see some local military maneuvering in the shadows with the idea to keep people where they want us to be for however long they want us to be there – closed doored and close lipped. That my friends is pushing the needle to the other end of the emotion gauge away from paranoia and onto reality – this is my opinion.
Administrations past and present, with the past being the main offenders as power becomes centralized and super agencies are created and lead by super cabinet appointees, these are typically connected civilians, the likes and history of which we never seem to know anything about. Our enjoyment of freedom of information to attain, freedom of speech to talk publicly is a dark place to venture into, could Covid19 be a part, keeping people from gathering and talking about their thoughts and ideas?
Instead, tune in and march to the drumbeat of celebrity television news and their propaganda and view with eyes fixed to silly popular opinion as the wizard is operating the buttons and levers behind the curtain as the corporate thievery continues. If you just think for yourselves you just might come to know that reality needs a reappraisal, just readjust and research for yourselves, I can not stress this enough.
Feel the beating crescendo of years ago and wait and watch for the rolling of the wheels of the tanks coming down your street – if not Americas past as we are still so young, the echo of years ago from places we have read about and swore to be nothing like. Suck that flag, kiss the goat. For no longer will you be able to question the words of this new authority, but this is not a rebirth of anything, this is all new, the Covid World and its making people behave differently, their will to do what they think is right hangs by a thread.


Six Point Five Miles till Home.

Six point five miles from home and as I look at my phones GPS, I realize I am a step or two outside of Nassau County and I think to myself “I’ve never walked home from another county before”. Cold cheek biting windy weather, having to pass through a less than spectacular neighborhood — I like this plan and so I turned up my collar, pulled at my laces and welcomed the unknowns of the walk and I relished that feeling for a moment prior to setting my first step north by north west.

As I had hoped, I encountered some oddities and past memories of being here for the short stint in Holy Cross HS as a frosh waiting for the bus at 179th street, the last stop on the E or F, to go any further, its happening above ground.

Ducking in to Discount Wine and Liquor you know the street urchins are watching and wondering as my appearance smacks of out of town-ness, however, my walk says “I’ve been around” and if our eyes crossed and caught equal horizons this would cease to be a guess. But I am having fun, fun, fun and thought a little black spiced rum might just pep my step, I looked to my watch for double digit confirmation as having a drink beginning with a single digit is reserved for Mardi Gras.

The owner was the jolliest of fellows and snapped to from his far end counter position to warmly greet me and inquire as to my day and how it was going and I immediately liked the cut of this mans jib. We conversed briefly and I’d have enjoyed furthering it but the wind wasn’t gonna carry me home, so I paid and tucked and wished him a “fairly well” and continued my hike. Incredible selection of wines and liquors that could have you walking the aisles, reading labels or just looking at the pictures in which case the wine aisles are where you wanna be. Clean from aft to stern, well lit and prices that might be in my future travels for.


Songs Dumplings

My neighbor and I took a leisurely walk due north for our monthly meal on Metro to catch up on the goings on in our lives. Having lost a few restaurants in the last two years, it is wonderful to see new eateries open their doors offering new cuisines and dumplings are a first up in here, admittedly, Songs is not very new

I have strong affections for dumplings as another Chinese neighbor introduced me well and he and I would travel by car to College Point (10 miles as the crow flies) at least once a month for the tasty little two bite sized morsels and the food fit for kings.

Songs menu offers a nice variety of soup and pan seared dumplings of shrimp, pork, chicken all with translatable vegetables tucked neatly inside. The soup noodles require just a little prick upon the back edge, tip back and partially drain into the soup spoon, add sauce. Oh, and don’t forget to grab the dumpling by the tippy top tho, lest the liquid weight compromise the structure and possibly drop like a mini water balloon stretched to its max with hot liquid upon your lap.

If my chop stick technique didn’t impressed the server/counter person this clearly must have, yet showed no signs of interest in the fact that I own my very own pair, two in fact with the soy sauce cup and stand and satin bag, tough crowd. Speaking of sauces, there was a party of dipping sauces going on behind me on a particular table and I had to have them all and I did

There is an option to order three types of shumai, four of each which we did with a mistaken order eucalyptus encases rices which perplexed us both but were quickly eaten and forgotten about.

All this while watching a bit of highly guyish TV with Oklahoma football followed by The Lord of the Rings – The Two Towers on the big screen. Watching Man and Elves battle Orcs for middle earth over a finishing Jasmine tea? God Bless America and see ya later College Point.


The Repair Shop in Forest Hills, NY

Everyone uses The Repair Shop

Anyone that even remotely has previewed my reviews knows I have it in for the mega box store multinationals and I take great pride and pleasure in doing so. Turn the calendar back one half a generation to a time when you knew the butcher, the baker and the candle stick maker and all the other merchants near your homes. You knew their names and they knew yours, chances were good they knew a bit about your family as you did theirs, relationships mattered.

After my phone and a New York City deep murky street corner puddle met each other’s acquaintance earlier this week, I was online and not very ready nor enthusiastic to begin the pain staking process of purchasing a new phone. My Samsung J7 wound not turn on, the screen looked like a crystallized spider’s web and as I am walking to work, at that very moment, I pass a store called The Repair Shop and I decide to go in and ask a few questions about a new phone, still under the misconception that the bell has tolled for my Samsung.

Inside this slender store are three customers spread about, each with their own separate needs, all technology related and all are being serviced simultaneously. I’m watching The Repair Shops owner field questions, give the answers as he methodically multitasks mechanically with their devices. I hear the conversations, all of which were to the tune of an existing relationship, tipping towards friendship to two customers. Opening the phone cases as quickly as peanuts in the ball park, then some rapid hand motions of repair, then the screws back in, case closed and all of this while two incoming phone calls were taken, appointments set. One was for the very same evening’s pickup in an hour, as the wooden encased clock upon the wall (an antique from the 1920’s) struck fifteen after seven pm.
Clean as if sterilized, I was back with phone, a remarkable technological resurrection saving myself time, money and best of all, to this old soul, a shop where they know my name and a place where my injured electronics will be going hence forth.


My Neighbor Mr. Chen

My dear friend.

The Sunday South Williamsburg streets are busy with Hasidic Jewish folks in all traditional black and white regalia pushing double strollers, reading thick books over thicker horn rimmed glasses. To a visitors eye, it would be as if the entire Pennsylvania Amish country came to Brooklyn, minus the horse drawn buggies.

My neighbor, Mr. Chen, a 30 year member of our tightly knit Forest Hills street took ill four months ago, and I had slight reservations (mixed emotions) about going to see him even though we spent a lot of time together over the years.
A stroke hit him quite hard and I was told that it severely hampered his memory, that he does not speak and that he mostly confined to rolling chairs and mechanical beds.

Nursing homes always feel like Gods waiting room to me, they sadden me as the next step seems so near. Attached tubes to veiny bodies, hollowed screams down long halls and the empty eyes fluttering about are all abound.

Bedford is smaller in scale, attendees and health care workers are on the go, room to room, activity to meals, smiles beaming when they look up to greet you. I found this to be the continuous theme from my arrival to my departure and the end result? Peaceful minds, content eyes, friends and family’s gratitude.


Sensitivity. Is it in You?

Anything that stimulates your nervous system will hold you up for a bit, then soon thereafter, drop you down. Daily use of and stimulants such as coffee, tea, cocaine, methamphetamine, whatever you’re into. They will all slowly draw you like an unhurried magnet into a place where you begin to feel insensitive to life. Now you’re holding your dog and he looks at you and the feeling is warm and loving, sensitive and unconditionally loving. And it is because their system is more attuned to the love and the feelings inside of you than you may be and your dog is likely not on meth. Your dog knows things that you will never know due to its high level of sensitivity awareness and our dulling sensitivity. This is one of the remarkable designs of the dog and I love dogs so I wanted to drop a quick dog plug.

I am learning more about my current sensitivity to life even as the years have added up and as I look around today I find that people are very ego sensitive, they are not life sensitive anymore, so they can not truly feel life. For this type of unfortunate soul, only their thought and the emotion to follow is life, again, because they can not feel life. They have all earned variable degrees of insensitivity.

Question: If you walk out into the forest, can you feel the trees by walking among them without touching them? They can feel you and I do believe that the dogs can feel them back. Therefore you certainly can not feel the little creatures that have come to gaze at you from the trees or hollow logs as you walk unknowingly among the trees. The sensitivity is dwindling and when I see the majority pecking upon their phones, I dread the day that sensitivity is all gone, sensitivity is rapidly losing its place in today’s modern life.

As I write this I find myself thinking about the drubbing headaches I have gotten in the past when I was on a cell phone call and how hot my ear head became in such a short period of usage. So I researched ‘microwave frequency’, the frequency that our devices transmit with and the information startled me enough that I had to eliminate that from my life. Then I began to take account of more of the body disturbing transmissions and their wounding echoes all around me here in New York City. Today’s machines have continuous daily reverberations, constantly buzzing and banging day and night, something seems to always be going on.

And on top of that, we can not always hear or see the reverberations source with these WiFi’s and stuff and they are doing the same thing the ones that we can see are doing to us, but quietly and unnoticeably. Televisions with people talking and arguing and shouting, traffic rumblings which amounts to excessive reverberations and constant aftereffects and I find it hard to be calm and to reduce my body’s burden to it, my absorption to it and seems to just bounce of everyone else’s. How is that possible when something is always buzzing or bumping? Aftershocks and their continuous echoes have a throbbing property on my particular human system.

Yet we as a people are a kind of reverberation, a reverberation of energy and matter. So I wonder is there needs to be a space to allow ourselves to reverberate back to balance ourselves, a reverberation to nature so our city reverberations can be released. Then we can develop and grow and spread our human system reverberations and to not to allow them to be reduced to an unheard internal crisis.

In all of this, there is no room for you to become more life sensitive. To sit quietly for a moment and be able to experience a fraction of a moment of the universe outside of our scopes and sounds, it takes a certain amount of sensitivity to do this without lowering the life experience. Are more sensitive people like myself that feel in a more profound and deeper way? Touching the base of the brass lamp on my desk for a quick moment. It is cool to the tips of my fingers and I feel can the designers fingers crafting the designs and understanding his intentions and I know few feel the same way that I do. There has to be others that can really feel the lamp.

Are you moving toward freedom and feeling the lamp or are you allowing your sensitivity to be enslaved? With all of the many of life’s challenges we all face on a daily basis, we all can easily get all tangled up and loose our gift to feel deeply, to cultivate our sensitivity to its fullest potential.