The Booth at the End is some series of shorts (22 minutes, like the best Comedy News Program I have ever seen).

I see no reason for the production.

And that must be why I am so in love with this presentation.

Some guy sits at the end booth, except it is not the end booth but the penultimate end booth, in some no-name diner. Later, with better camera shots, Booth is found to be in the last booth in the diner of nothingness, after all.

The Seer is a famous actor to me. At least he is seen in many many films. We used to call them character actors which means that these actors are not as beautiful as Beatty in his prime or Pitt or whatever.) Xander Berkeley is the star. I sure have seen him in a number of flicks!

The Seer simply sits there at the end booth, as people with some 'underground' referral system come to him in an effort to cure their ills.

There is Zen.

There is Navaho.

There is the Buddha, laughing as always.

There is the Christ, crying as always.

But the Seer transcends the normal universe.

I seek magic, one supplicant might say.

A beautiful girl asks the Seer to give her beauty.

The Seer questions the applicant; and the way I read it he is asking the applicant how a beautiful girl wishes for beauty; or at least more beauty. And this supplicant leads one into the area; the intellectual question: WHAT THE HELL IS BEAUTY?

The Pogues, who were once introduced to me by Q kicked philosophy up a notch as far as I am concerned.

Tim Robbins actually played with them once! Ha

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cgPugQfIbHA

The Pogues ended up being the Pogues because they chose a Celtic name that seemed to address the angst and the anger of the youth of times past and times present:

KISS MY ASS!

hahahahahah

The Pogues would tell you that in order to be free one must:

Deny respect to all those who claim status or prestige.

Always say no to any directive coming from a third party not in your 'network' or 'family'

Never act like a member of a flock of sheep. If the dog threatens, kick him in the face.

Never accede to the demands of the 'majority'.

And never, never, never seek the advice of a third party as to how best one should behave in a world of chaos.

And the Pogues act as a reminder to never trust anyone, ever. hahahahahaha

These short stories that eclipse almost anything you would have witnessed on Twilight Zone or Tales From the Dark Side or Karloff's run at TV serials are pungent?

Intriguing to the point that you might question any assumption you have ever made about anything. Despairing to the point that any feeling of religious 'value' might seem inane.

First, the short series makes me ask an important question.

Why in the hell should we ever go to another human being to ask him (or her) what shall I do next?

Freud might hope that his patient comes to some nebulous epiphany; some realization that lies within a strange and mysterious unconscious.

Jung might hope that the patient find a common chord with all humanity. (That Jung might find a common thread with Bill W really pisses me off actually! ha)

And Rogerian afficianados might give up the ghost and stick with otherdirectedness which tells the hurting member of Humanity, nothing. Pay me $200.00/hr and I will tell you nothing. ha. Sounds like a lot of attorneys I used to know in the old days.

WHAT DO YOU THINK?

Never give your client a clear answer and you shall become the greatest attorney of all time.

There is Nietzsche of course throughout this dialog. And the series is all dialog.

How may one BECOME?

There is certainly Marlowe spread throughout the dialog.

The central theme of the Booth at the End seems to be:

WHAT EXACTLY WILL YOU DO, WHAT ARE YOU READY TO DO TO RECEIVE WHAT YOU WISH IN LIFE?

So Booth (love that moniker of course) tells an old lady that in order to free her hubby from Alzheimer’s disease, she must build a bomb that kills the maximum amount of people in a designated area!

The old lady notifies Booth that she has set off the bomb, killed scores of innocent people (as she had rationalized in some prior scene) and demands to know how her husband’s Alzheimer’s disease is coming along.

Booth looks at her and immediately knows she is lying.

Otherwise, why would she ask him about the medical status of her hubby?

The pretty girl who wished to be pretty.

The dirty cop who wished to be rich and happy.

The father who wished that his son become magically healed from some terrible disease by killing other children.

The Roman Catholic Church sends us to the Confessor and somehow he will take all of our sins away; we shall say a few Our Fathers and Hail Marys and we shall all pass into another level of reality.

I have been thinking about this lately.

I have dreams of beckerhead evaporating in his own filth; just kind of rotting and turning into some dry mixture undetermined by CSI.

I have dreams of rush being compelled to eat his own filth; on cable. And then admitting on national TV that he has been evil; kind of like Lee Atwater apologizing.

I have dreams of Senator Sessions being humiliated per his own terrible exposition of his rhetoric which no true human being could ever believe.

Our problem, in this republic is that we are a republic.

No politician is going to fix our individual situation.

EVER.

It is a lie from the beginning.

The system will allow for huge bribes bringing the bearer great rewards; that is how it has always been and that is how the system works today. Just ask Abramoff.

God said to Abramoff, kill me a ton!

Never question whether God is putting you on!

http://www.democracynow.org/blog/2011/2/22/matt_taibbi_why_isnt_wall_street_in_jail

And I knew this.

I have always known this.

But my hopes and dreams shall never pass.

I live in my small world.

Camus knew this.

Samuel Clemens knew this.

Plato knew this.

And you can bet your last banana that:

Mitt knows this.

Sarah knows this.

Newt certainly knows this.

Michele knows this.

Cain might not know much of anything but he knows this.

Huntsman should go back to China and forget all of this.

Ron Paul and his son Curly Rand think they are above all this but they surely are most keyed into this concept.

NOBODY WILL EVER HELP ANYBODY REACH THEIR LEVELS OF DESIRE!

Unless by trusts and estate planning.

So they simply put together lying strategies.

All of these people have given up. They believe in nothing.

Does anyone really believe that Grover Norquist believes in anything? I mean this guy is still sweating the day that he will be indicted in the Abramoff fiasco.

My hero Barack Obama holds out hope that something may be achieved.

Boehner does not believe that.

McConnell does not believe that.

Lieberman believes in nothing anyway.

The Sisters of the Sacred Maine Nunnery no longer believe that: otherwise why do they caucus with the devil almost every single time?

Jesus may weep.

Buddha may laugh.

Mohammed might pray.

We can not look to others to solve our inner demonic problems.

Give up.

These 99 percenters really mean nothing.

Unless the 99 percenters take out their check books and contribute 10 bucks.

I mean unless 99% of all adult Americans contribute ten bucks; the 1% will win every single time. Just as they have over the last four decades.

Unless you have a check book with a bunch of zeroes that follow some real numeral, there aint a representative who gives one damn about you.

And if you hand that rep a check with a bunch of zeroes on it following some numeral, be careful what you ask for!

If you really really wish for change; look for the guy at the end booth!