Science fiction, fantasy, mystery and what-not
Looking into the future. Apparently not too happy. Lot of Dad showing up in my face, along with sagging jowls, wrinkled flesh, receding hair, and graying beard. Like how the light catches my scars on my forehead from my halo device. Damn this thing called aging, anyway. Pass me another beer, please.
Ran into the craziness that we call Facebook once again. Once again, I’m questioning myself, WTF are you using that platform.
Backstory goes, I read an article in the Daily News: “Students for Trump founder John Lambert sentenced to 13 months for posing as lawyer”
The article is about John Lambert. John Lambert, 25, posed as Eric Pope. Here’s the story from the paper:
He was a Student For Trump, but definitely not a lawyer.
A judge slammed the founder of Students for Trump as a “cold-blooded fraudster” before sentencing him to 13 months in prison for posing as a lawyer.
John Lambert, 25, pretended to be Eric Pope of the Manhattan-based firm Pope & Dunn. He falsely claimed to be a graduate of NYU Law School with a finance degree from the University of Pennsylvania and 15 years of experience in corporate and patent law.
The baby-faced scammer from Tennessee admitted to running the racket from 2016 to 2018, which targeted people who had little or no experience seeking legal advice. Victims sought Lambert’s help through the freelancing website Upwork. He earned at least $46,654 through the legal advice he was totally unqualified to give.
Judge Valerie Caproni called Lambert “a cold-blooded fraudster who cared not a whit about the victims of his fraud.”
I thought, I’m going to share this news on Facebook.
I couldn’t. Facebook said it violated their community standards. Said something about spam, fraud, and security. I replied to the screen, “What?”
I read the article again and vetted it with multiple sources. It was true. Was it spam? Not by my definition, but perhaps by the Facebook wonders. Security? Apparently, it thought that I could be a bot.
Why?
That wasn’t explained.
But I tried one more time. Presto. The article was posted.
Sunshine came to Wednesday, 5/12/21 in Ashland, Oregon, 5:53 AM. The light quickly exposed the night for what it was, a dark place where many go to rest. Few can resist the night; it rolls in, and they start yawning. Their eyes begin closing as night’s magic sweeps over them. Their heads soon nod. Slumping, their breathing deepens. As people fall into heavy slumber, night’s minions quietly move in, resetting reality. Night’s efforts will begin again at 8:22 PM. Meanwhile, daylight will strain to keep the borders secure.
Channeling Mick Jagger and the Stones today. Began by thinking about time, hurry, and rushing around, leading directly to some “Tumbling Dice” lyrics.
Always in a hurry, I never stop to worry
Don’t see the time flashin’ by
Honey, got no money
I’m all sixes and sevens and nines
Say now, baby, I’m the rank outsider
You can be my partner in crime
Baby, I can’t stay
You got to roll me and call me the tumbling
Roll me and call me the tumbling dice
Baby, oh my
h/t to Genius.com
Although I like the studio (’72) version better for tempo, piano, and familiarity, watching performers play their music in concert fascinates me. The little side winks, grins, and double-takes are extra flavoring, bringing in a sharper human side. So I went with with both a studio version and a 1974 recorded live version so you can hear the difference and decide which you prefer. With either, it’s a good party moment when they come to that chorus, “Baby. I can’t stay.” People enjoy belting that out.
Stay positive, test negative, wear a mask, and get the vax. Cheers
Michael Seidel, writer 