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Contradictory Symbolism

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I still giggle every time, I see the above as the background of a vanity license plate. Today I saw two at the same time. Laughed twice as hard.

Contradictory symbolism is about as substantive as a vacuum in space reflecting on itself in an infinite infinity mirror. There is nothing there and has no meaning.

“Throughout history, the Gadsden flag has been used a symbol of rebellion against governmental tyranny and today stands as a powerful symbol against government oppression including taxation, and wasteful spending.

The Gadsden flag is a historical American flag with a yellow field depicting a rattlesnake coiled and ready to strike. Positioned below the snake is the legend “Don’t Tread on Me”. The flag was designed by and is named after, American general and statesman Christopher Gadsden.”

– patriothomeandyard.com

Since no one can really know history, other than, what is on the books. Might find it a tad ironic, if it was discovered that the defiant snake symbol, like everything else, was stolen from the indigenous culture that was already here…….trying to “protect” their land and life.

Ooopsie!!


An old Cherokee is teaching his grandson about life. “A fight is going on inside me,” he said to the boy.

“It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves. One is evil – he is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.”

He continued, “The other is good – he is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith. The same fight is going on inside you – and inside every other person, too.”

The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather, “Which wolf will win?”

The old Cherokee simply replied, “The one you feed.”


It is impossible to starve the wolf you are feeding. How is it, a patriotic thinker, doesn’t think this through??????????

Wasteful spending and paying an unnecessary tax. To express, their “feelings” to the motoring public. Which in my case, am giggling, at the dichotomous ignorance.

Where is that flag to bring people’s attention to that cause?

Alas, I put this all here, where but a handful might read it and be amused. Because I am too much of a coward* to have that conversation through an open window at a stoplight or as an aside in a parking lot.

Knowing that if I point out the obvious, might find myself with someone treading on me. Even if I carried that yellow flag, plus a blank white one.

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Is it not brave to admit being a coward?


“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”

– Angelo Devlin

The Rules And Parameters



Of our collective consciousness

Are made up as we go along with

The rules and parameters of our

Subjective unconsciousness



There is no “morality”

Only herd / heard of morality

Still, within the human herd

It is subjective and malleable

To individual whims and wishes



It is “wrong” to kill a “human” being

If it is swimming in a placenta pool

Though no soul may be in the vehicle

(There may be an engine, but no driver)*

Once it gets out of the celestial room

On to this dense dense dimension

Not nearly old enough to drink

Yet always old enough to die

Waving a flag defending some ism

Its corporate masters find them

To be acceptable fodder moving targets

Plenty expendable for their bottom line


“Conservatives want live babies, so they can raise them to be dead soldiers.”

– George Carlin



The talking heads will close out

A sad segment of the latest

If it bleeds it leads story of school and

Other mass shootings with a call or

Shout out of thoughts and prayers

To the victims families….how nice

(Heaven forbid(s) rational gun control)

(Must be a shortage of harp players)




Yet in a subsequent segment

Will praise the policymakers

For sending guns, bombs and tanks

You know…. bigger devices

Paid for with public funds (taxes)

That kill more humans more quickly

Against some adversary, once an ally

Of humans long out of the pool

Thoughts and prayers for one side

But not the other side I suppose

Because……..f#@% them I guess

Not exactly what…….Jesus would do


“I don’t care how many push-ups you can do, put on a helmet, go wait in that fox hole. We’ll tell you when we need you to kill somebody.”

– Bill Hicks


All because Oceania is at war with

Eastasia…..or was it Eurasia

Sometimes it is hard to tell since

Our faux big brother wraps up a

Different two minutes hate then

Our littler (ratings) brother does

With a kinder more opaque way

To justify the casual corporate killing



Keep this in mind when the

Infiltration of your media mind

Turns into indoctrination of

The rules and parameters to

Which one unwittingly abides



“I write to exculpate the darkness so
That someday light may shine through”

– Angelo Devlin




“All we are saying is give peace a chance”

– John Lennon



*
According to Helen Wambach’s hypnotic research experiment “Life Before Life” that not only do you pick “your” parents.

You decide when you get in the car…..before you leave the garage. (My words, not hers, but egotistically, a damn good analogy.)

Engine = heartbeat

Driver = soul

Vehicle / car = fetus

Placenta pool = womb

Let’s see, what else did I squeeze in there.

Oh yeah

Celestial room = heaven

Garage = vagina


The Big WHAT IF



If the NFL can stop a game

Because a player is hurt

Something to consider then….



WHAT IF humanity

Could stop a war, because

A soldier was killed?


Or a civilian

Or a pregnant mom

With other children



Which would seem to be

The most violent abortion

One could have and not survive



Just asking ????????

For 8 Billion friends

Playing the game of life



Ooopsie WHAT?

STOP A WAR

There’s no profit in that option



No military industrial complex

To waste Trillions of $$ on

Pitting humanity against itself




While earning and surviving

To keep up with the Joneses

Building stockpiling destroying


“People don’t want anything near ‘em… except military bases. They don’t mind that do they? They like that. Give ‘em an army base, give ‘em a navy base, makes ‘em happy, why? Jobs! Jobs! Self-interest! Even if the base is loaded with nuclear weapons, THEY DON’T GIVE A FUCK!!!

They say “well, I’ll take a little radiation if I can get a job!” Working people have been fucked over so long in this country, those are the kind of decisions they’re left to make.”

– George Carlin


“Football represents something we are –

We are Europe, Jr. When you get right down to it, we’re Europe, Jr. We play a Europe game.

What was the Europe game?

“Let’s take their land away from them! You’ll be the pink, on up; we’ll be blue, the red and the green!”

Ground acquisition. And that’s what football is, football’s a ground acquisition game. You knock the crap out of eleven guys and take their land away from them.

Of course, we only do it ten yards at a time.

That’s the way we did it with the Indians – we won it little by little. First down in Ohio – Midwest to go!

– George Carlin


We laugh, because it’s true. Because….

If you want to tell people the truth, make them laugh, otherwise they’ll kill you.

Oscar Wilde

But after the laughter. We are supposed to look in the mirror, address that which we don’t like what we see, fix it. Then next time we all look, we will all be more beautiful.

And, less likely to kill our collective self.

“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”

– Angelo Devlin

Communication/s/kill

“The reason I talk to myself is that I’m the only one whose answers I accept.”

– George Carlin



I know that, with my communication skill, most of my communications kill, any message, thought, idea, scenario, story, that I might attempt to convey.

Still, the mere idea, that anything can be communicated at all, is absolutely miraculous. Given each individual’s subjective experience, like learning, knowing and using, a word such as miracle.

Miracle

2 : an extremely outstanding or unusual event, thing or accomplishment

– M-W.com *

Which many like to attribute to *1: “divine” intervention, when merely having an idea with the compulsion to express it to another human being is *1: an extraordinary event.

Me writing this for instance. WHY??? (Save, some solipsistic amusement.) I have no idea.

Let alone, how chemical reactions occurring in my cranium, decide to trigger nerve endings through some (CPU) central processing unit. Which travel down my arms through my fingers to type words, instantaneously corresponding with what my eyes see. Guess what, it makes sense to me.

(I could not type this, without them being open…….. I’ve tried.)(Maybe, if I had a “real” keyboard, instead of an electronic one.)

In the vaguest of hopes, that someone else will read this and maybe make sense of it all, basically in a reverse process. Minus the arms and hands, although you may be holding a phone. Just eyes and brains.

It is a miracle. Considering also, that as this post was manifesting in my mind, in my body, through my fingers, onto a screen. The planet was rotating and hurling through space, so where it originated can not be found, because it happened……..back there. Thousands of miles away and who knows how many rotations, by time you read this, or even while I reread this to proofread what I wrote. Whew.

Which in a very odd way, leans towards the impossible proof of Einstein’s theory that everything is happening all at once.

Same goes for everything existing infinitely. It just changes shape, malleable, along with the misinterpretations of my communication/s/kill.

“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”

– Angelo Devlin





Enough



Unfortunately only

Just enough

Daily distractions

To disturb docility

But never enough to

Reinvigorate revolution



But there is no “They” to blame

Save to look into the mirror

Knowing one does not

Like what one sees

Decides to point a finger

At the imperfections

That “need” to be changed

When instantaneously

The other’s finger is

Pointing to the person

That really really needs

To be the one changing

The fingers go down

The fists get clenched

Faces get angrier

Arms start swinging

Connections never make

Like shadow boxing

Everyone in each mirror

Is worn the f@&k out

Exhausted falls asleep

Literally, physically

Metaphorically

Un / consciously

Because they have had

Enough

Nary to recognize

All the world’s indeed a stage
And we are merely players
Performers and portrayers
Each another’s audience
Outside the gilded cage”

– Rush



“I’m starting with the man in the mirror
I’m asking him to change his ways
And no message could’ve been any clearer
If they wanna make the world a better place
Take a look at (my)self and then make a change”

– Michael Jackson

Electrifying


The language we use

To deceive ourselves

That something is

Other than what it is

Starting with electric cars

That do not actually start

They may run, however

There is no starter

They simply turn on

Likewise they are not

“Run” by electricity

(Lots of cords would get tangled)

Which is AC

An alternating current

They “run” by DC

A direct current

Or rather a draining current

From storage batteries

Charged, when connected

To…….electricity

But no one would want

To profess they drive

A battery powered vehicle

That is what kid’s toys and

Golf carts are powered by

(Nevermind, those are one in the same)

Instead of changing the language

To reflect what actually is

Electric vehicles sound

(Though, there isn’t much sound)

Much more magical than say

Battery (scoff) powered ones that have

Corrosive containers filled with

Toxic acid and heavy lead

Which, like petroleum products

Have to be extracted from

The earth in ecological

Devastating mining operations

Same goes for the coal used

To power the power plants

Generating electricity to

Charge the batteries or

Those power plants that

Utilize nuclear explosions

To heat water to turn turbines

Leaving behind radioactive waste

Ignoring its harmful effects, while

“Movin’ me down the highway
Rollin’ me down the highway
Movin’ ahead so life won’t pass me by”

– Jim Croce



“We Work The Black Seam”

“This place has changed for good
Your economic theory said it would
It’s hard for us to understand
We can’t give up our jobs the way we should
Our blood has stained the coal
We tunneled deep inside the nation’s soul
We matter more than pounds and pence
Your economic theory makes no sense

One day in a nuclear age
They may understand our rage
They build machines that they can’t control
And bury the waste in a great big hole
Power was to become cheap and clean
Grimy faces were never seen
Deadly for twelve thousand years
Is carbon fourteen
We work the black seam together
We work the black seam together

The seam lies underground
Three million years of pressure
Packed it down
We walk through ancient forest lands
And light a thousand cities with our hands
Your dark satanic mills
Have made redundant all our mining skills
You can’t exchange a six inch band
For all the poisoned streams in Cumberland

One day in a nuclear age
They may understand our rage
They build machines that they can’t control
And bury the waste in a great big hole
Power was to become cheap and clean
Grimy faces were never seen
Deadly for twelve thousand years
Is carbon fourteen

We work the black seam together
We work the black seam together

And should the children weep
The turning world will sing their souls to sleep
When you have sunk without a trace
The universe will suck me into place

One day in a nuclear age
They may understand our rage
They build machines that they can’t control
And bury the waste in a great big hole
Power was to become cheap and clean
Grimy faces were never seen
Deadly for twelve thousand years
Is carbon fourteen

We work the black seam together
We work the black seam together
We work the black seam together
We work the black seam together”

– Sting













Even Less Qualified


A follow-up to

No One Is Qualified


Though egos will never

Consider otherwise

To think that one man

Can not solve any problem

(Sorry ladies, you’ll get your chance

When hu”man”ity evoles)

Through we need you now

More than ever before

“The only person who can solve our problems is God, and She isn’t running this year “

RFK

The way things are going

The only way a “female” * will get into office

Is if a man transgenders to get there

Oopsie

* Would have used the term Broad

With no sexist intent

But rather to eliminate the

Gileadian language “of-men” ownership

Fe-male, wo-man and s-he all because

A bipedal earthling artist has a vagina

Who is linguistically not he-r own person

Shackled to words as a whole

Society is afraid to change

Because it has always been that way

Now, back to my previously scheduled rant


The office of President

Is arrogant by design

Just by the trappings of power alone

With that “Father Knows Best” complacency

Indoctrinated in society of

Someone who has never

Gotten their hands dirty

Fixing anything

Is somehow now expected

To rebuild an engine that has

Never run in the first place



Take immigration for example

This country was “built” by immigrants

After stealing it from its indigenous people

Now….someone decides to close the door

Why

It is not done being built yet

Look around there is lots of work to do

Roads, bridges, high speed rail

Houses to house the homeless,

Harvest food to feed the starving, etc.

You know, stuff…..Jesus would do

That those here do not want to do

Because complaining and pointing fingers

Is an unpaid job too many people hold



People ought be thrilled that

America is still a country worth coming to

Because if it wasn’t

Things would be really bad

It is still not a problem

Any one person can solve


Here’s a metaphorical stretch

So put your thinking caps on


Immigration could be like

The oxygen mask on an airplane

That appears due to turbulence

Where people are advised

To put on their mask first

(Utilize the immigrants who are here)

Breath…fix the immediate problem

Then when the mask (society’s problems)

Are fixed here, we can safely assist

The immigrants put on their mask

Fix the problems of why they left

Their country in the first place

Which would be about the time

We would realize

Society would not want them to leave



We are all on this airplane together

Flying through the cosmos

And if we don’t take care

Of all the passengers

Regardless who is the captain

(Though it seems to be on autopilot)

We are all going to crash


“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”

– Angelo Devlin

No One Is Qualified

“There isn’t a way things should be. There’s just what happens, and what we do.”

Terry Pratchett



That being said…..



No one is qualified

To do an alleged job

No one “should” want

To do in the first place

By campaigning to

Everyone they can that

They themselves can do it

Having, for the most part

Never done it before

Exemplifying the Peter principle

Rising to the one’s level

Of incompetence and staying there

For four years at at a time

To singularly guide

A nation of consumers

Into consuming more

“It’s the economy, stupid.”

– James Carville

By satiating a fragile ego

Weakened by an inferiority complex

That they will soon occupy

The most powerful office

In the world and sit smugly

Behind a resolute desk

To wield their whims and wishes

When not being puppeted by the

Puppeteers who got them in there

“If voting made any difference they wouldn’t let us do it.”

― Mark Twain


Just for shits and giggles, suppose someone was elected US President who was morally and ethically squeaky clean. No skeletons in any closet, all waiting to jump out on inauguration day. Confusing expectations of the American consumer.

As soon as some corporation needed a resource in another region of the globe and needed some military “assistance” to depopulate the area, with guns and bombs.

Usual under the guise of defeating some “ism” form of government, that is not democracy. Or under the illusion of feeding starving people.

They would immediately become an untouchable mob boss with blood dripping from their hands after sending in soldiers to do the dirty work. Try as they might, to find a peaceful solution.


“I have this feeling man, ’cause you know, it’s just a handful of people who run everything, you know … that’s true, it’s provable. It’s not … I’m not a fucking conspiracy nut, it’s provable.

A handful, a very small elite, run and own these corporations, which include the mainstream media.

“I have this feeling that whoever is elected president, like Clinton was, no matter what you promise on the campaign trail – blah, blah, blah – when you win, you go into this smoke-filled room with the twelve industrialist capitalist scum-fucks who got you in there.

And you’re in this smoky room, and this little film screen comes down … and a big guy with a cigar goes, “Roll the film.”

And it’s a shot of the Kennedy assassination from an angle you’ve never seen before … that looks suspiciously like it’s from the grassy knoll.

And then the screen goes up and the lights come up, and they go to the new president,

“Any questions?”

“Er, just what my agenda is.”

“First we bomb Baghdad.”

“You got it …”


– Bill Hicks

As a hypothetical situation, if everything was absolutely transparent and honest. If the council of the twelve industrialist capitalist scum-fucks, held a press conference to declare, that gasoline will be $14.00 a gallon (that’s $13.999 to you and me) unless a war is started, people will get killed. Innocent lives will be lost, would there really have been any more protests? Probably not.

Because looking back at either Iraq wars, or the alleged attempt to feed starving people in Somalia, that is essentially what happened by oil family Bush businesses. With a little help from their friends, like Haliburton, Blackwater, etc.


“Blood On The World’s Hands”

“Sometimes it makes me wonder
Sometimes it makes me question
Sometimes it makes me saddened
Always it makes me angry but…

When you can see it happening
The madness that’s all around you
Nobody seems to worry
The world seems so powerless to act…

It’s out of control
Blood on the world’s hands
Each day a new toll

Another assassination
The same day a new creation
But what are they coming into
Security of a world that brings…

One day another killing
Somewhere there’s someone starving
Another a savage raping
Meanwhile there’s someone
Laughing at us

It’s out of control
Blood on the world’s hands
Each day it goes on

Brutality and aggression
Tomorrow another lesson
Expecting another air raid
Praying for a ceasefire

They say things are getting better
No need to be complacent
There’s chaos across the border
And one day it could be happening to us

It’s out of control
Blood on the world’s hands
It’s our epitaph
It’s out of control
Someone should know
Blood on the world’s hands

Someone Should”


– Iron Maiden



Someone “should” run for office

Though no one is qualified.

“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”

– Angelo Devlin


























The Fear Carrot


Is being dangled while

The economic indicators

Are riding the train

Like a dead drumbeat

Ominous warnings and

Foreboding forecasts

Permeate the media

As to the “potential” collapse

Of one’s current livelihood

Is imminently approaching

If not already predetermined

Meanwhile, not sure if this is true

Yet, what I learned long ago is

That if the trains are running

Carrying cars and cargo

The most obvious is lumber

Since it can be seen

Everything is just fine

So why dangle

The fear carrot

Because that is how

Everything is just fine

Fear motivates

People to consume

Which is what our economic

House of cards is built on

And not the timber

Riding the trains


“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”

– Angelo Devlin



Beception


According to the rules of making up words, which is a rule I just made up, is that one can make up a new word. As long as the new word is given a definition, in the content and context in which it is derived.

Beception : a belief / perception gives the user of the word, as they are using the word in the “now” “real-time” moment, a chance to question their beliefs as information is presented.

Having a beception gives the orator or writer an instant to question, while explaining their understanding, of the message they are attempting to convey.

Consider the following.

It is my beception (belief/ perception) that the earth is round.

Since somehow, this notion has entered the unconscious of some earthling inhabitants, that it might be flat. Usually stated with emphatic conviction, never assuming it could be otherwise.

The listener or reader, could then also question the validity or “provability” of the statement. Since it doesn’t state specifically, the earth is round, or present an opinion that the earth is flat. Though, almost every near and far celestial bodies and stars are spherical in shape. As far as I am aware, give or take, science, observations, logic, gravity and telescopes.

The slight trouble with the word beception is that it reads and sounds too much like deception. Which is also what happens when people are deceived by their beliefs and not questioning whether or not what they believe, is real, or indoctrinated imagination.

Who knows, perhaps it was all those school displays and spherical suspended mobiles, that lead me to that beception.

Have I been to the moon? No. Have I been to Mars? No. Have I been to the sun? Definitely not!

Have I jumped out of a perfectly good airplane to observe what I was informed is the curvature of the earth, at 12,500 feet above the earth? Yes.

Could I be wearing a virtual reality headset, since birth to see an artificial reality, programmed to keep me distracted from knowing my true self and identity?

Probably not, but that is as good of a beception that the earth is flat.

“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”

– Angelo Devlin



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