The Skeeter Daddle Diaries

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Christmas on the South End isn’t like the movies, all tinsel and presents under a twinkling tree, eggnog and caroling. Unless you wanted a chunk of coal you didn’t bother putting up stockings by the chimney for old St. Nick to fill. Us kids just figured we were all naughty, not nice by somebody’s standards, so we got what we deserved. Pretty much nothing. Whoever decided Santa was judge and jury anyway?

Oh sure, sometimes we got a gift card from Tyee Store. Swell, thanks Mom, Thanks, Dad. Thought that counts, right? No, Christmas wasn’t our favorite holiday. Must be some folks’ favorite, though, judging by the strings of lights hanging all year long around the neighbors’ houses. Why bother taking them down when the nouveau riche have a consumer holiday 365 days of the livelong year?

Christmas down here now is a lot like Amazon. It gobbles up all the other little holiday competitors. Used to be Christmas started right after Thanksgiving. For those of you who quit using math, that’s about 30 days of shopping. A month, an entire month. I was in a store last year that started putting up the Christmas decorations right after Halloween. This year most of them did. And some, I kid you not, started before Halloween. That’s over two months, 60 days in case you don’t have the calendar app. That’s a lot of Bing Crosby muzak.

My neighbors who never take the strings of lights off their gutters all year round, maybe they celebrate their own birthday for a couple months, I don’t know. Presents every day for weeks and weeks. We got Black Friday, Internet Monday, the holiday that never really ends, whoopee! Did I say Christmas was a little like Amazon? Amazon IS Christmas, 365 days, don’t forget Leap Year. One day delivery. Drones, not reindeer, next year, count on it.

And oh yeah, before I forget, Merry Christmas one and all. From now until eternity.

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Well, Christmas on the overcast South End is gonna be a little less jolly this year. Naw, not because most of us can’t afford presents for our loved ones, what with this half decade recession keeping us in the ranks of the chronically unemployed, but because of the news that Santa was being investigated by a grand jury on insider trading charges with MasterCard, Visa, Capitol One and American Express. Turns out old St. Nick was nicking all of us all along.

Tis the season, I guess. The media blitz for total consumer obedience is cranking up earlier than Thanksgiving now, urging us to buy buy buy whether we can afford it or not. Personally I like the car company ad that has the kids on Santa’s lap explaining to the bewildered old poop in his droopy cap and fat guy velvet suit how they want a full size pick-up truck or a fully equipped sedan. Captures perfectly the true spirit of the holiday, you ask me. Cash or credit on that? Hmm, Santa probably figured out which side his toast was buttered either right then and there or else it was the umpteenth millionth kid with the minimum wage parents wanting an X-box and a few thousand dollars of video games.

Even worse news for the soon-to-be indicted Mr. Claus and his sweatshop up in the Arctic Circle is the rumor of a class action lawsuit by his undocumented elves for withholding overtime pay and denying them sick leave. He may ultimately avoid legal sanctions and some frigid prison time if he’s got a good attorney, and you can bet he does, but the brutal publicity may take some of the shine off his squeaky clean grandfatherly image. The wolves are circling up there at the Circle and there’s little doubt the Justice Dep’t. will soon start investigating that offshore account of his, North Pole Equities, to see where the money leads. Even if it’s all perfectly legal, the spokesman for Christmas Past and Christmas Present may not get the nod come Christmas Future. The Powers That Be don’t need a cloud of guilt hanging over their pitchman and potential sales threatened by scandal.

After all, Christmas is as American as an ATM machine and the Lotto. For all the bogus controversy about the government clamping down on what might once have been a religious holiday of some sort, let’s be honest with ourselves, it IS about religion. Capitalism. Whatever else it WAS has been swept asunder under a consumer juggernaut that feeds the economy. Keep playing Bing Crosby songs at the mall and haul out the cute reindeer for a few months, most of us are so anesthetized we’d gladly go deeper into debt to shut off the saccharine insanity. This year, put an automobile under the tree. Santa’s getting 1% kickback on every credit card purchase. This year, let’s help the old guy out…. and the economy too. Fa la la la laaaawyer, as we say down here.

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You might find it hard to believe, but the South End used to be a Destination Spot. The whole island did. The island you could drive to, one developer in the 80’s called it, but 50 years before that, the resorts promoted it the same way.

Camp Grande, Diane, Tyee, Cama, Madrona, Indian Beach, Camp Lagoon, Sunset Beach, Utsalady Beach, Camp Comfort. The poor miserable sweltering city folks could escape their sizzling apartments and rent a cabin for the week. All day long the menfolk would do what menfolk have done since Cro-Magnon dropped their tails and descended from the branches of the nut-trees. They’d sit on their butts and drink. Course we modernists call it FISHING. Which is really a euphemism for Drinking.

When the boat was full of empties and dead salmon, the boys would pull up on the beach and wobble up to the mizzus with their trophy salmons and do what menfolk have done since the 2nd day they hit the ground. Order the womenfolk to cook up the catch.

Back then they had these cute pioneer woodstoves in every cabin. Women must’ve really liked this. Their menfolk, being he-men, could split up the firewood with an axe, probably whacking off a couple of fingers and toes, and she could stand over a 500 degree stove in a cabin with all the doors and windows open and the kitchen about 400 degrees, and she could fry up some smelly fish for the whole squalling family. Later she could wash the burnt-on skillets and the rest in water boiled on the stove. She probably had the time of her life playing pioneer mizzus.

The resorts are all gone now, end of an era on the South End. Some say the fishing dried up. I say the women finally got fed up.

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Folks these days are scared. Can’t say I really blame em. The fear mongers pump the worst case scenarios on X and Facebook, Newsmax and MSNBC. The liberals are grooming their kids, the conservatives will be policing their bedrooms. We’ve divided into two warring sides and the other side is definitely Evil.

No one is left in the wide chasm that once was the middle. The center couldn’t hold. Covid taught us to fear the coming bird flu already in cattle and milk. Half of us are afraid of any potential vaccine. Might be a transmitting device. Might be poison. We don’t trust scientists, our school teachers are undermining our kids’ patriotism, the courts are witch hunts, the elections are rigged. Who ya gonna call?

Artificial Intelligence should kick the last of the foundations out. Nothing can be taken at face value, all news, all information is suspect. The internet, that promise of democratizing information, will be riddled with worms, lies, propaganda, craziness, conspiracies, bots and phony baloney as far as the eyes and ears can see and hear.

Scared? Angry? Hell yes!! The old reality is dissolving every day! The world is shape-shifting every mouse click. Nothing is as it seems and definitely not as it seemed only yesterday. We live by gizmo. Cellphone addiction, TikTok entertainment, Facebook popularity, memes, video games, internet ‘influencers’, distractions distractions and more distractions. Our attention spans have atrophied to bits and bytes, click baited, concentration rendered impossible.

From my perch on the porch of the South End, the mainland is drifting further away on tides of grievance and anxiety, almost another country no longer tethered to the rhythms here of tide and moon, seasons and song. Walking the beach today, no one else for miles, the wind blew warm and a lone whale spouted offshore. The two of us traveled together to the Head, keeping pace with each other, maybe keeping faith, definitely sharing the same world. I’m no Ahab, don’t call me when you realize reality has come unmoored. I’m staying put.

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Okay, the verdict is in, the election is over, it’s all over but the shouting. Or at least the celebration by the billionaires. All of you who voted for the winner, maybe you thought he would unleash capitalism, deregulate the poor hamstrung corporations and bring riches to your small towns and rural communities. Let the captains of industry loose, you figure, and they will pull all of us up on a rising tide that has nothing to do with fake global warming.

Trickle down economics will unleash a flood of wealth, lifting all our boats. Just let the tech boyz and the corporations have their way, unfettered by pesky rules and regulations, and the engines of capitalism will bring untold wealth and prosperity to our land. If government was the problem, the obstacle, the elephant in the boardroom, then by god, government has to be dismantled department by department. Or at the very least it has to be hobbled. Put in charge the most incompetent people possible, fire the deep state employees, drown the damn beast in the bathtub when its size is reduced. Drain the swamp and let the corporations run free. After all, isn’t that what it means to make America great again?

If the rich don’t know how to make money, who does? YOU? No, your job is to get out of the way, let the corporations do their job competently and no doubt whatsoever with your best interests in mind too. If competition was once thought the way to keep your prices down, be advised, it’s a brave new world now. Apple, Google, Nvidia, Microsoft, Tesla, they’re all gobbling up the little companies. Banks are consolidating, grocery chains are buying up the losers, airlines are merging. The New Capitalists aren’t wasting time competing with the hangers-on, they got bottom lines to watch, stocks to tend, CEO salaries to pay. Don’t worry, you’ll get yours too. Eventually. Didn’t we just raise the federal minimum wage? Sure we did. Some states even raised it more than that. The red states didn’t but that’s because they understand the importance of letting business run business, not government run business. Just the way you voted.

Sit back and get ready for your votes to pay dividends. First to the wealthy, sure, but down the road, you’ll get yours. Truth is, you’ll get exactly what you deserve….

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