Lame Cherry: In the City

I listen to the city in Lame Cherry exclusives in matter and anti matter..........

For cities are no different than any natural vista in geese clammering at dawn or a prairie dog village barking at the world. Patterns are always there and they repeat so unknown that no one ever takes note of them.

The police will call attention to gatherings which perpetuate "criminal activity" such as holidays, but that does not take genius. The genius instead is those cast as criminals then driving their vehicles on back streets or country roads to elude the police checkpoints, thereby diversifying the crime and endangering rural or urban settings, usually filled with more innocents in children and pets.
Odd how the Lame Cherry is never asked to testify before political bodies making that reality a point in police checkpoints stop no misbehavior, but instead dilute it out into areas endangering people who have tried to get away from it all.

I lay in bed and listen to sounds like sirens. You will rarely hear sirens from midnight to seven AM. That would seem odd for all the drunks in the world at that time, but the drunk becomes more clever and the wife beater becomes more adept at hiding their bruise marks in silence.
What though begins the day like clockwork are the dead. This will sound puzzling until on realizes that people for the most part sleep all night, and then around 7 they start their days and are oblivious to those who are dead in their homes.
Like clockwork, starting around 7:30 AM one will start hearing the sirens begin to wail on weekends. On work days, they will start at 6:00 AM, as people are up for work and rushing about, and start to wonder why that lazy ass is not up, and after some scowling and growling, they finally check to find the person they are ranting about is cool as meat in the display case.
Then come the stunned silence, the phone call to 9 11, and the ambulance and fire trucks pull up, waste electricity in heart jolts, have that 1000 yard stare at the families and then cart off the corpse to the morgue for a toe tag.
People really should just save all that and phone a mortician as they can usually just get a death certificate signed off on without all that carving on a cadaver and save a great deal of the fuss.

Major holidays are of interest too in the amount of food, booze and activity makes the occupants of a city quite lethargic. Cities of millions will appear to have as little noise as a city of 5000 after such events. You can track such things though too in animal behavioral science in such things as weather.
Before storm fronts, the ions in the air aggitate which in turn aggitates all living things in energizing them. Of course people get groceries before a storm, but there is more to this than that, as this past month I was astonished in dire weather reports of icing and snow at 10 PM, and having to be out in the stuff, we started back, and the main arteries were packed literally with traffic.
Granted it was a Friday, but common sense would dictate that in a portended ice storm, normal people would be at home unless something was required. Yet due to the weather spiking the herds of the cities, they went into mania and put their lives into danger. They could not help it as they were responding to brain stem actions like herd animals going on a feed before a storm.

Even though I prefer sun, in the city I love gloom of the clouds, for during cloudy periods the inmates of a city like gophers just will not come out of their holes in mass. Let the sun come out though and the same peeking from behind curtain masses, will suddenly run for their cars and attempt to escape the houses which are driving them insane because they are in them.

In like affect, where TL is, it snowed quite an amount. The public sidewalk up to the complex remained with snow on it, unless of course I remove it. Granted the complex has retired women folk in it, but there is a scrapping young guy there too.
So I study that in the scrapper makes a wide step path to his all terrain vehicle, which I put my footie prints into. After a few days waiting for someone to shovel it as it is their responsibility, no one does, but a definite cow path in the snow has started.
I put tracks on the side, but no one follows them. They know that sidwalk is there, but will not deviate from it as that is what they have been programmed.
Finally after the below zero weather subsides, I notice one morning that the snow is starting to thaw, so using my track shoe I begin dislodging the forty feet of snow, so it is a concrete cow path. Later I do an errand to the office, and run into one of the maintenance people and ask if I could borrow a shovel, and he says most of them are broken, but if he finds one he will drop it by.
For the record, one shovels and stops long before they put stress on the handle, but the modern human is so over toxified with emotions, they take it out on all sorts of things, including shovels.

In any case, when I return to the cow path, there in the snow are the little woman footprints of someone. Granted it could have been the mail carrier, but I doubt it was a paper delivery, but instead it appeared that for days that path was unused, but just as soon as I cleared it, there was someone just waiting to use it.
I believe that people are so trained now that just telling them the roads are closed, even if wide open, they could be stopped by a thread of string across a street.

The city is a strange place as the other day I thought I heard a gun shot, or more like an M 80 firework. Prudently I waited a few minutes to go and check on things as murder does not stay around to sign autographs as it came from a direction I had my car parked.
I investigated, but in all that no one else did and no one bothered phoning the law enforcement. I do not believe Americans are going to be minders in reporting on people to the regime, as they just do not care.
Sure they care if it is a gun shot coming into their house or someone bothering them, but if someone is blowing up the neighborhood or shooting people, as long as they are directing the fire across the street, there is no sense in interupting the internet porn.
It is exactly as the Boston bombing in the guy was told to stay inside, but went out to smoke a cig, while others peered out their windows at the stormtroopers sweeping extremely poorly the neighborhoods.

The city obeys the laws as long as it is in their immediate interest they have been conditioned to obey those laws manipulating them. They vent in road rage as that is the only thing they have to express themselves with...........

I do wonder though why Fed Ex and UPS keeps sitting down the block in deliveries long after the shop is closed. Some might think it is the NSA, as every maintenance vehicle seems to park there, always facing at me and just sitting there.

In the city.......

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