HN PHOTO: Homeless man beds down for the overnight in a Hyannis doorway… 11/22/2023…

“there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average
human being to supply any given army on any given day

and the best at murder are those who preach against it
and the best at hate are those who preach love
and the best at war finally are those who preach peace

those who preach god, need god
those who preach peace do not have peace
those who preach peace do not have love

beware the preachers
beware the knowers
beware those who are always reading books
beware those who either detest poverty
or are proud of it
beware those quick to praise
for they need praise in return
beware those who are quick to censor
they are afraid of what they do not know
beware those who seek constant crowds for
they are nothing alone
beware the average man the average woman
beware their love, their love is average
seeks average

but there is genius in their hatred
there is enough genius in their hatred to kill you
to kill anybody
not wanting solitude
not understanding solitude
they will attempt to destroy anything
that differs from their own
not being able to create art
they will not understand art
they will consider their failure as creators
only as a failure of the world
not being able to love fully
they will believe your love incomplete
and then they will hate you
and their hatred will be perfect

like a shining diamond
like a knife
like a mountain
like a tiger
like hemlock

their finest art”

~ Charles Bukowski

HN NOTES AND MULLINGS ON THE MATTER:

For some, Thanksgiving Day can be a long, strange trip of annoying reminders and guilt. And for those without family (or those without anyone who sincerely cares about them, at least without first drawing a paycheck of some kind), the day can sting with the constant buzzing from poisonous “Should Bees.”

You know the killer “Should Bees?” “You should be with family.” “You should be eating turkey with others.” “You should be happy.” “You should be thankful.” “You should own a home by now.” “You should be making more money.” “You should be pain free.” “You should be sitting around a table with functional, loving people and a big fat dead bird… like those in a Norman ‘the Asshole’ Rockwell painting.”

“AAAAAND, you should be more POSITIVE. In fact, that’s your biggest problem, you’re not more positive!”

Okay, FUCK the Should Bees! And while we’re at it, fuck the ‘functional,’ Norman Rockwell types too!  (I’ve personally learned to say FUCK the Should Bees a while back… and it was the best thing that ever happened to me!)

I’ve known a few young men who have been down on their luck for a period of time, yet were otherwise humming along quite nicely all by themselves until someone – some “positive thinking” beast – would suddenly sic a whole angry hive of toxic “Should Bees” on their unsuspecting ass. And from my experience, it’s usually the “fairer sex” that tends to sic Should Bees on unsuspecting men all day long… especially when they “should be” doing something “festive” or something “fun” or something that’s in their best interest, according to them. The “Should Bee-Keepers” see some people as having a “problem” when, in fact, some are just trying to get through the day and basically survive without constantly being annoyed with stinging reminders of where others think they should be. There are even some “men” who will sic the Should Bees on some poor unsuspecting bro… but, in my experience, that’s far less common.

I knew a guy who hated being constantly bombarded by Should Bees around this time of year.  He was finally gaining some momentum on his own, humming along, simply content to finally be away from the assholes and pricks who tortured him during the “wife/kids/divorce/prick-lawyers/prick-judges/suddenly imposed homelessness and poverty stage” in his young adult life…

… when he had come to realize that “a good day” for him was simply being left alone.

And he shared one of his initial dark experiences as a brand-new Cape Cod Castaway… during a much darker time, when he felt like a freak. When homelessness and being essentially family-less had him referring to himself as a “loser.” Laying there all day while looking up at the crossbeam and wondering if it was strong enough to hold all his weight. Until one day, when things reached their darkest level ever, when the knots were all tied and the rope ready to be flung over, he looked over at his dog and wondered who was going to feed the poor little thing when he was gone. And a flood of thoughts and questions hit him all at once, “I can’t leave the poor dog to fend for himself around all these hacks and self-righteous pricks!  Especially the fuckin’ court pricks.  Fuck them!”

And that’s when it suddenly donned on him… when he finally “snapped out of it…”

(in his own unique way… and in his unique, particular case)

… because of the dog! It was that furry Saint of a dog with the soulful eyes staring up at him… watching him… wondering why! The same furry Saint he would always feed before feeding himself. The one who slept right beside him all night and all day throughout the endless darkness and reminders of “family court” hatred.

It donned on him he had suddenly felt and knew something new… it was real, unconditional love. You see, his life had sucked up to that point. He never had a real family.  He never knew real love. But that damn dog was just sitting their looking up at him, wagging his tail… and he was going to stay right next to him, even during his darkest moments!

Nobody had ever cared to do that before…

And it was these miraculous new things that ultimately guided him through those dark nights of the soul.  Things he chose, created, and nurtured on his own. Things that had been repeatedly drowned out by the relentless buzzing of life-sucking Should Bees.

“And fuck those Should Bees, man!”  he would pray to the heavens, sometimes for days, finally recognizing what they really were…

So, yeah… this is just one amazing example of how my friend pulled his life together upon learning how to deal with the horrible Should Bees. In my friend’s case especially, he grew stronger once finally learning to emphatically say, “fuck off!”   And that’s when the local Should Bee-Keepers, pricks, lawyers and judges were all suddenly put in the proper place… because they all suck, after all… a fact which has never been disputed.

And come to think of it, nobody I know has ever seen a well-adjusted Should Bee-Keeper that wouldn’t eventually drive anyone completely insane if given the chance.

“HEY, all you Should Bee-Keepers! Keep your goddamn Should Bees to yourselves!!

And mind your own beeswax, for crying out loud!”

[The names and certain details in the above report have been changed to protect the idiotic Should Bee-Keepers… as well as the innocent…]

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