Don't Say the "M" Word!
Whoever enters here honors me; whoever doesn’t- pleases me.
-Friedrich Nietzsche
Live Yet Pre-recorded- Episode XLVIII of:
Don’t Say the “M” Word!
A Silent Radio Hour: Live Yet Pre-Recorded
J: Hey! Good day and hopefully good news!
NSPS: And great to be back!
J&D: What he said!
NSPS: Now as we promised on “our” last show!
J: We never promised a thing!
D: Yes we did Jonathan! We promised a whole lotta things!
J: Such as?
D: The Tell Of Tales or TOT concerning the Really Weird Dude or RWD! Also, the story of Tracy Stanfield who became the wife of Japanese industrialist Hiroto Ohno, the parents of super-star pitcher Walt Ohno of the Seattle Mariners. Not to mention the fact that we’ve never told the story of how Babe rescued us from the brutally freezing cold in Grand Prairie, Alberta, Canada.
MSC: Hey! And what about the Assemblage of Youthful Passion or AYP, Mary Jane from Indiana or MJI, the Really Weird Dude, aka, SASMO and Babe and how any or all made it “off” the Seattle Space Needle or SSN?
J: Well obviously at least one of them made it “off” the Seattle Space Needle or SSN or else none of us is here and life’s merely an illusion!
D: Yeah SASMO! What about that?
NSPS: Everything in its own good time!
J&D&MSC: And that means?
W: Some Good Ole Fashioned Chinese Green Tea or GOFCGT sold by Mother Eu-funh or Playful Phoenix, a Mom and Pop Corner Tea Store in Hong Kong, China or MEPPMPCTSHKC and popcorn hons?
J&D&MSC&NSPS: Yes please!
W: Get right to it my darlings!
NSPS: It means that we have to pick and choose “our” own personal poison!
J&D: What the?
NSPS: Well then, let’s get right to the Kool-Aid or KA! And the choir says?
J&D&MSC&W: Amen!
NSPS: And if you might? “Mr.” SASMO please!
In manufacturing such a product, the clock has the effect of disassociating time from human events and thus nourishes the belief in an independent world of mathematically measurable sequences. Moment to moment, it turns out, is not God’s conception, or nature’s. It is man conversing with himself about and through a piece of machinery he created.
The Really Weird Dude!
Mr.SASMO: In ‘Amusing Ourselves to Death- Public Discourse in the Age of Show Business’ Neil Postman gets right down to, pardon the pun, “business” when he proclaims ‘Moment to moment, it turns out, is not God’s conception, or nature’s. It is man conversing with himself about and through a piece of machinery he created.’
J: Not getting it here SASMO?
D: Me either!
J: Goes without saying Drew!
D: What?
Mr.SASMO: Here’s where the Really Weird Dude or RWD aka, me SASMO, found himself one day! ‘The clock has the effect of disassociating time from human events and thus nourishes the belief in an independent world of mathematically measurable sequences.’
D: What?
J: SASMO, I do believe, is telling us that humanity has lost its ability to understand itself wherein our nature as living, breathing creatures has been wholly compromised if not in fact “lost” through our fanatical devotion to mechanized time ‘in an independent world of mathematically measurable sequences.’
Mr.SASMO: I could almost kiss you Jonathan! That was beautiful!
J&D&MSC&W: No tongues!
Mr.SASMO: Wouldn’t think of it! Okay then! Here’s my story!
J&D&MSC: About time!
W: Some more Good Ole Fashioned Chinese Green Tea or GOFCGT sold by Mother Eu-funh or Playful Phoenix, a Mom and Pop Corner Tea Store in Hong Kong, China or MEPPMPCTSHKC and popcorn hons?
J&D&MSC&NSPS: Yes please!
W: Get right to it my darlings!
Mr.SASMO: So! I worked at the Parker, Arizona power-plant which employed me for many years until one day I had what turned out to be a startling revelation handed down to me personally by God.
D: Personally from God himself?
Mr.SASMO: Or herself! Whichever way you turn!
J: The point SASMO?
Mr.SASMO: A Personal Deity or APD!
J: As in?
Mr.SASMO: I got God In My Pocket or GIMP!
J&D&MSC: I got a rocket in my pocket and a roll in my walk Baby, don’t buzz me with that north forty talk There ain’t nothin’ you can tell me I don't already know I got a rocket in my pocket and I'm rarin’ to go Now let’s go someplace where we can rock a bit I got a rocket in my pocket and the fuse is lit Well, 2-in-1’s polish and 3-in-1's oil A lot of lip flippin’ makes my bad blood boil I didn't come here to listen so cut the scene I got a rocket in my pocket and a roll in my jeans Now let's go someplace where we can rock a bit I got a rocket in my pocket and the fuse is lit Well, better tune me in and get my signal right Or there'll be no rockin’ tomorrow night There ain’t nothin’ you can tell me I don't already know I got a rocket in my pocket and I'm rarin’ to go Now let's go someplace where we can rock a bit I got a rocket in my pocket and the fuse is lit!
J: Love that NRBQ!
D: Yeah! Those guys are really great!
Mr.SASMO: Never heard of ‘em!
J: NRBQ’s an American rock band founded in 1966. They’re known for their live performances with a high degree of spontaneity and levity while blending rock, pop, jazz, blues, country and Tin Pan Ally styles!
D: Greatest ever!
Mr.SASMO: Whatever! Look! You need to realize that so many people I worked with simply laughed at me! Told me to go away! Far away in fact! Some listened to my Tale Of Tears or TOT while not believing a single word of it! Basically ignoring my entire story! But hell, I simply wouldn’t give up!
J&D&MSC: Give up what?
Mr.SASMO: ‘The end is near!’ heard many times throughout the crowded day. ‘Repent or the justice of God will fall on your heads!’ And on and on it went until finally I was called into my supervisor’s office and told point-blank!
J&D&MSC: Told what?
Mr.SASMO: ‘Your services are no longer required here!’
D: Kind of extreme don’t yah think?
J: I would!
MSC: I wouldn’t!
D: What did you do SASMO?
Mr.SASMO: I asked: ‘Why?’ plainly devastated!
D: And what did your Stinky Ole Boss or SOB say?
Mr.SASMO: The SOB said! Point blank: ‘Your work’s suffering because of this damned vision business! Your co-workers complain all the time! My boss’s riding my ass over not doing this from the start! You’ve done this to yourself! Sorry!’ And with this the discussion was finalized!
J: How was it finalized SASMO?
Mr.SASMO: My Boss simply shook his head in disgust and stated matter of factly: ‘Do I need to call security?’
J: Did he need to call security, SASMO?
Mr.SASMO: ‘No!’ shaking my head I quietly said: ‘I’m outta here!’ And with that I, aka, ME, the Stupid Ass Scratching Mark Oglesby, left the building!
J&D&MSC: SASMO! He’s the SASMO!
Mr.SASMO: I hurriedly made my way out of the Parker dam facility and off to give the “bad” news to the wife and kids whereas the “bad” news had suddenly gotten worse as they had already abandoned me for something more normal as the state of affairs at home was shoddier than the situation at the plant!
J: Damn SASMO! That’s pretty hard-core!
Mr.SASMO: You think Jonathan?
D: I gotta agree with my brother on that one SASMO!
Mr.SASMO: Look, there was nothing I could do as the visions simply wouldn’t go away! And so off I went into the Arizona desert to contemplate what I’d seen in these visions! Also, I had to decide if I truly believed what I’d seen as it seems that such things had always been hidden just underneath the surface! And so I believed!
J&D: Sorry SASMO!
MSC: I’m not!
D: Not what?
MSC: Sorry for SASMO!
J: Obviously!
Mr.SASMO: My first stop after an extended stay in the desert…
W: Some Good Ole Fashioned Chinese Green “Iced” Tea or GOFCGIT sold by Mother Eu-funh or Playful Phoenix, a Mom and Pop Corner Tea Store in Hong Kong, China or MEPPMPCTSHKC and popcorn hon?
Mr.SASMO: Yes please!
J&D&MSC: Some Good Ole Fashioned Chinese Green Iced-Tea or GOFCGIT sold by Mother Eu-funh or Playful Phoenix, a Mom and Pop Corner Tea Store in Hong Kong, China or MEPPMPCTSHKC and popcorn for us please!
W: Get right to it my darlings!
J&D&MSC: Thank you!
W: So polite!
D: So where did you go after you contemplations in the desert SASMO?
Mr.SASMO: Wickenburg, Arizona!
J&D&MSC&W: Wickenburg, Arizona?
J&D&MSC: Why Wickenburg, Arizona SASMO?
Mr.SASMO: I needed the perfect place to write a mission statement! Unfortunately, it alarmed everyone in town!
J&D&MSC: But why SASMO?
Mr.SASMO: Cause I got a rocket in my pocket!
J&D&MSC: I got a rocket in my pocket and a roll in my walk Baby, don’t buzz me with that north forty talk There ain’t nothin’ you can tell me I don't already know I got a rocket in my pocket and I'm rarin’ to go Now let’s go someplace where we can rock a bit I got a rocket in my pocket and the fuse is lit Well, 2-in-1’s polish and 3-in-1's oil A lot of lip flippin’ makes my bad blood boil I didn't come here to listen so cut the scene I got a rocket in my pocket and a roll in my jeans Now let's go someplace where we can rock a bit I got a rocket in my pocket and the fuse is lit Well, better tune me in and get my signal right Or there'll be no rockin’ tomorrow night There ain’t nothin’ you can tell me I don't already know I got a rocket in my pocket and I'm rarin’ to go Now let's go someplace where we can rock a bit I got a rocket in my pocket and the fuse is lit!
J: Sure love that NRBQ!
D: Yeah! They’re really great!
NSPS: “Mr.” SASMO, please!
In the collection of kabbalistic writings entitled The Ways of the Tzaddikim, first published more than four hundred years ago, a striking reference to this kind of fear occurs: ‘The beginning of all knowledge is fear of the Creator.” This echoes the biblical passage, “The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom.’ (Job 28:28) The phrase also recalls the dictum of Socrates, who linked fear and knowledge when he defined courage as ‘knowing what to fear.’
-RAV P. S. Berg from The Essential ZOHAR: The Source of Kabbalistic Wisdom
Mr.SASMO: A little history for the record of “our” Chronicle or C entitled: Voyage of the Damned or VD!
The city of Wickenburg, Arizona is about halfway between Parker City, Arizona and that of the big city of Phoenix, Arizona. Wickenburg’s a town primarily located in Maricopa County, Arizona, United States Somewhat Claiming Still To Be or USSCSTB: America, with a portion in neighboring Yavapai County. According to the 2010 census, the population of the town is 6,363.
The Wickenburg area, with much of the Southwest, became part of the United States by the 1848 treaty that ended the Mexican-American War. The first extensive survey was conducted by Gila Rangers who were pursuing hostile Indians who had raided the Butterfield Overland Mail route and attacked miners at Gila City.
In 1862, a gold strike on the Colorado River near present-day Yuma brought American prospectors in search of minerals throughout central Arizona. A German named Henry Wickenburg was one of the first prospectors whose efforts were rewarded with the discovery of the Vulture Mine from which more than $30 million worth of gold has been dug. Ranchers and farmers soon built homes along the fertile plain of the Hassayampa River. Together with the miners, they founded the town of Wickenburg in 1863. The infant town of Wickenburg went through many trials and tribulations in its first decades, surviving the Indian Wars including repeated Indian raids, outlaws, mine closures, drought, and a disastrous flood in 1890 when the Walnut Creek Dam burst, killing nearly 70 residents. In spite of such challenging circumstances, the town continued to grow. Its prosperity was ensured with the coming of the railroad in 1895. In those years, the town had even once been viewed as a possible candidate for territorial capital. The historic train depot today houses the Wickenburg Chamber of Commerce and Visitor’s Center. As of 2007, however, only freight trains pass through Wickenburg; passenger trains ended their runs in the 1960s.
Along the town’s main historic district, early businesses built many structures that still form Wickenburg's downtown area. The abundant clean air and wide-open spaces attracted new residents while guest ranches offer a unique experience to tourists who fell in love with the West. The Garden of Allah became the first true guest ranch in 1913, followed by Remuda, Kay El Bar, Rancho de los Caballeros, and Flying E ranches, just to mention a few. The construction of the Phoenix to California highway, U.S. 60, brought even more tourists making Wickenburg the Dude Ranch Capital of the World. As of 2007, some of these ranches still offer their hospitality. Rancho de los Caballeros is now a golf resort, while Remuda has been converted into the nation’s largest eating disorder treatment facility and is now Wickenburg’s largest employer. The Hassayampa community became a vital contributor to the US effort during World War II when the Army trained thousands of men to fly gliders at a newly constructed airfield west of Wickenburg. After the war, modern pioneers and home builders developed Wickenburg into a typical American community.
Mr.SASMO: And certainly it’s true, being the quid essential American tourist town, people living and working here in Wickenburg never cared for any disruption of their trade and its commercial success. To be certain, The Prophet, as he would soon be called here in the quaint but now uneasy little sleepy tourist village, the Stupid Ass Scratching Mark Oglesby, aka, TheProphet or TP, became a Royal-Pain-in-the-Ass or RPA as he just wouldn’t shut the hell up and leave people alone while preaching The End of the World! To say the least, The Prophet was arrested over and over again as it had become the normal state of affairs here in Wickenburg, Arizona, United States of God’s Just Gonna Damn All Those Stupid Ass Scratching or USGJGDATSAS: Americans!
D: Well that wouldn’t be any fun!
J&MSC: It certainly wouldn’t!
Mr.SASMO: Sorry!
J&D&MSC: Sorry don’t make it right SASMO! Just doesn’t make it right!
NSPS: Sorry here as well! But hey! Come back next time and Hear All About It or HAAI!
J&D&MSC: Hear All About What or HAAW?
NSPS: “Mr.” SASMO please!
Mr.SASMO: This’ The End or TE!
J&D&MSC: This is the end, beautiful friend This is the end, my only friend, the end Of our elaborate plans, the end Of everything that stands, the end No safety or surprise, the end I’ll never look into your eyes again Can you picture what will be So limitless and free Desperately in need Of some stranger’s hand In a desperate land Lost in a Roman wilderness of pain And all the children are insane All the children are insane Waiting for the summer rain, yeah!
NSPS: Can you dig it?
J&D&MSC: No not really!
NSPS: Bye then!
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To our cherished listeners out there hopefully if not finally glad to “not” be “VIEWING” “their” Com.com’s Live Streaming Service or CCLSS! But instead listening to our ‘A Live Silent Radio Hour’ which’s live yet pre-recorded here at The Spank the Monkey Café in the heart of downtown Seattle, Washington of the United States of Go Canadian Hockey or GCH: America!! I’m the New Show Producer SASMO or NSPS and many thanks once again to “our” cherished listeners who are finally delighted that ‘A Live Silent Radio Hour’ which’s live yet pre-recorded has returned! We’re so sorry you had to live through that nasty “VIEWING” pardon the language, Crap or C! I mean to say! Really SORRY! But I wish to thank all of you for tuning in once more while again leaving any semblance of rational thought at the door as for the sake of TheJefferys: How in the hell can you listen to silent radio? Never understood that one but hey folks! We’re back! (Inspirational Pause!) And please cherished “LISTENERS”, come back next time to hopefully Find-Out-the-Facts or FOFs concerning the nature and cause of our Collective Delusion or CD as we Tell Our Tale or TOT of Misery or M here in a land known as America! Please stay safe and always watch out for those Frenzied, Extremely Agitated Regrettables or FEAR who see their own reflection in the Mirrored Sunglasses or MSs of those who would Un-Naturally or UN ridicule our Blessed Way of Life here on Silent Radio or SR! And please! Make sure to thank TheJefferys! And so I’m pretty certain! And Good Night Irene!
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D: That was a real downer!
J: Down to the Depths of Desperation or DDD!
D: Here in DownTown Seattle, Washington or DTSW!
J: In the United States or US!
NSPS: Of a land known as FEAR or Frenzied Extremely Agitated Regrettables! And the choir sang?
J&D&MSC&W: AMEN!
NSPS: AMEN My Friend or AMF!