Won’t the future be amazing when the technology creates a device where you can connect with another human being
One that sits on a night stand or hangs on a wall so you will always know where it is and never lose it.
Perhaps by pressing a few buttons you can talk into a mouthpiece and hear the other person’s voice with crystal clarity through a round speaker. Disconnect by simply placing the handset in a cradle.
An invention so advanced, it will work, even when the power goes out. Virtually indestructible, should it accidentally be dropped. So timeless, once it is in place, it will never ever need to be replaced. Therefore the cost to own it will be essentially zero, not forty dollars a month forever.
Within it an unprogramed feature, that circumstantially teaches you to trust and develop your instincts that when you are not near it and you hear “bad” news you can tune in to the emotional frequency of a family member to determine their health and well-being.
A simple doohicky that performs those basic functions that you won’t need it to file taxes, research the pyramids, create a music video or carry to wipe your butt, pick your nose, scratch your ass or shave your legs.
Maybe, it will even have a cord, so it can’t be brought into a bathroom anyway.
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Just for good measure.
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“It’s amazing how different shit is now. And it hasn’t been this way for a long time. It has been a very short time.
Everybody has a phone in their pocket. Just a few years ago nobody had their phone. It was just the phone. It was this thing, the phone. That was in a room in your house, and then dial this freaking thing, the rotor. And you had to turn it. [rrrrrrr….].
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Now we have this, which is amazing. You have these phone that you can call in an air strike. You can look at the top of your own head. It’s amazing this shit and it’s wasted on the shitiest piece of assholes. I swear to god. We are the worst people.
Because we have this beautiful thing, and we hate it. We are just, “duh nuh.” I have never seen a person going, “Look what my phone can do…” Nobody does that. They all go, “Fu**ing thing grrrrr. sucks….I can’t get it to…”
Give it a second. Would yeah? Could you give it a second. It’s going to space. Can you give it a second? From space. Is this speed of light too slow for you? You noncontributing product sponge.
Can you just wait?!?! Can you just wait? And just take a little breathe. Just wait for the picture of axle rose to get on your phone. Like it doesn’t f***in matter what you are doing. We are all so mad, “I hate my phone. It sucks.”
No it doesn’t. It’s amazing. The shitiest cellphone in the world is a miracle. Your life sucks around the phone. Why are you so mad at it.
People say the craziest thing, “I hate verizon.” What are you talking about? How can that feeling exist? “I hate verizon.” Why? Did they fire you and take away your pension? “No just a couple of times it went weird for a second. I hate them!”
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Louis CK
This could go on forever, perhaps it does.
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Infinite deaths
Infinite births
In the scope
Of the time
In between
Or
In the now
Is very blurry
Filled with
Improbable
Beginnings
Impossible
Endings
Therefore
It behooves us
Not to concern
Ourselves
With the
Goings-on
Of a very few
Who have
Absolutely
No direct
Impact
On our lives
Save the
Useless
Perpetual
Distraction
Supplanted
Firmly in the
Frontal lobe
Redacting
The mind’s eye
From its
Intended
Mission
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“Infinite Dreams”
“Infinite dreams I can’t deny them
Infinity is hard to comprehend
I couldn’t hear those screams
Even in my wildest dreams
Suffocation waking in a sweat
Scared to fall asleep again
In case the dream begins again
Someone chasing I cannot move
Standing rigid a nightmare’s statue
What a dream when will it end
And will I transcend?
Restless sleep the minds in turmoil
One nightmare ends another fertile
It’s getting to me so scared to sleep
But scared to wake now, in too deep.
Even though it’s reached new heights
I’d rather like the restless nights
It makes me wonder it makes me think
There’s more to this I’m on the brink
It’s not the fear of what’s beyond
It’s just that I might not respond
I have an interest almost craving
But would I like to get too far in?
Can’t all be coincidence
Too many things are evident
You tell me you’re an unbeliever
Spiritualists? Well me I’m neither
Wouldn’t you like to know
The truth?
Oh what’s out there to have the proof
And find out just which side
You’re on
Where would you end in Heaven or
In Hell?
[Solo]
Help me. Help me to find my true
Self without seeing the future
Save me, save me from torturing
Myself even within my dreams
There’s got to be just more to it than this
Or tell me why do we exist
I’d like to think that when I die
I’d get a chance another time
And to return and live again
Reincarnate, play the game
Again and again and again.”
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– Iron Maiden
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“Infinity is so big, that everything that has ever happened, on earth in the exact same order, down to………. that … pause has happened an infinite number of times, all through out the universe.
Everywhere in space, there is a you, making the same colossal f**king errors, that you’ve made your entire life.
So if anybody ever tells you, you can do better. Go, apparently not.”
That’s infinity.”
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Joe Rogan
That is who we have become
Professional barn door closers
After the dilapidated barn
is vacated of its “precious” horses
Is when we close the doors
Thinking that at least solves the problem
No more no horses will get out
Reactionaries reacting to reactions
For reasons unknown to the reasonable
Wasting creativity geared to react
Instead of creating to create, honoring
What we are told / sold is a creation
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How else would any one explain the
*Laminated note in the Vegas hotels
Stating if you leave the Do Not Disturb
Door hanger for two consecutive days
The staff has authorized themselves
To open the door and check for the safety
Of you and the rest of the hotel guests
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Who would have thunk that our front line
Defense against the next mass shooter
Would be an apron wearing motel maid
Already given the back breaking tasks of
Cleaning up, after hundreds of guests
Hour after hour day after all long day
Now having to note and track which room
They have been given a reprieve from
In the unlikely event of a trigger happy
Person having to much access to wmd’s
When society could do that instead or at
Least tighten up vague rules of purchase
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Deluding themselves that some amendment
Gives them power over an already
Tyrannical government disguised as
A democracy, in appearance & name only
Using the fourth branch known as the media
To constantly keep people distracted
Fighting amongst themselves just to
Instead of finding life affirming solutions
Making sure all of our co space travelers
Have clean drinking water are fed nutritionally
Shoed clothed and housed with proper sanitation
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When instead the spacious arguments are over
Who does or doesn’t have the “right” to carry wmd’s
Keeping it an insoluble problem of either or to no end
Like flag burning, abortion or the “legalization” of drugs
Race, religion, sexuality, wealth and social status
Etc. Etcetera blah blah blah blah blah blah blah and blah
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* Thank you very much for choosing to stay with us here at the x hotel. Your safety and security is our number one priority, to that end we will conduct a safety and welfare check on all DO NOT DISTURB rooms after the consecutive day of non – service during your stay. Thank you for your cooperation and understanding.
It used to be kind of fun, when you circumstantially got booked at the end of the long hallway to look towards getting to the elevator seeing what appeared to be doors and lights in an infinite mirror reflection of doors and lights. Get to still do that, however it is clouded with the awareness of keeping ears perked for gunfire and eyes looking for gunsmoke and EXITS.
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Where is my amendment to restore that “freedom”?
Right and wrong
.
Apparently
There is no
Right and wrong
Only
Degrees and layers
Of
Right and wrong
Depends on
Who you are
Who you know
When you did it
What you’ve done
Where it happened
Why it is done
How it was accomplished
If it was observed
Not only that
Go figure this out
Light reflectivity of
Epidermis
Geographical location
Mental acuity
Language you utter
Perceived
Money in the bank
Elected or unelected
The deity you believe in
Or allege to
Since actions
Do not reflect
Anything whatsoever
Even remotely close
Sorta kind of maybe
To what an
Enlightened master
Spiritual teacher
Would do
For “K”
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Demons of the past
Shadows are overcast
Thinking they can not last
Keep kid safe from predator
Is what parents are for
From too friendly a neighbor
Or even a famous star
Observed from afar
Blindly opened your heart
Is that such a big chore
For the creatures you adore
Recognize what is in store
The beings you most trust
Guess that was a bust
A kiss it is not, just
It is disgusting and vile
Exchange decency with guile
Makings of a pedophile
Still you must rely
On those who turned a blind eye
Sending inward a desperate cry
Can not show your tears
Stifling your fears
Will carry for years
Stronger is your will
Specters maim not kill
Stab it with a quill
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“Stay away
From Captain Howdy
Stay away
From Captain Howdy
//
The man’s description did little good
A local stranger from the neighborhood
Those little kids, oh, he left behind
With their mangled lives and
their tortured minds.
//
The man was caught and
brought before a judge
Who had just returned
from a three drink lunch
His lawyer screamed
“you must set him free”
And off he went
on a technicality”
From
** “Horror Teria: Captain Howdy And Street Justice”
– Twisted Sister
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The full song suggests violence as a solution, not only does that not heal the fresh and or scarred wounds. It throws another log on the karma fire. Who needs that infinite aggravation.
Despite the biblical notion of an eye for an eye, any action will not travel back in time to undo the damage, psychological or death.
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But, it goes on……..
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“Trump’s labor secretary broke the law by offering secret plea deal to accused pedophile, judge rules
Labor Secretary Alex Acosta was a U.S. attorney in Miami at the time of the deal, which sent wealthy financier Jeffrey Epstein to prison for only 13 months.”*
Federal prosecutors, including a current member of President Donald Trump’s Cabinet, broke the law when they offered wealthy financier and accused pedophile Jeffrey Epstein a plea bargain in 2008 that allowed him to get off easy, a judge ruled. Epstein served only 13 months after being accused of sexually abusing dozens of young girls.
U.S. District Judge Kenneth Marra said Thursday that prosecutors — including Labor Secretary Alexander Acosta, who was a U.S. attorney in Miami at the time of the plea deal — ignored evidence that Epstein had been operating a sex trafficking ring of underage girls, according to the Miami Herald. Epstein was allowed to negotiate a non-prosecution agreement, or a deal that granted him immunity from federal charges, by pleading guilty to two state charges.
By Emma Ockerman
news.vice.com
Feb 22 2019, 12:01am
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Unless……..
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“Wouldn’t it be nice to have a kid? To have this fresh, clean slate which we could fill. A little clean spirit, innocent, and to fill it with good ideas.”
Yeah, yeah, how about this? If you’re so fucking altruistic, why don’t you leave the little clean spirit wherever it is right now?
Okay? // Nightmare. Bringing … I would never bring a kid to this fucking planet…”
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– Bill Hicks
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When you have or have had either side of 7 billion reasons not to have a kid, you tend not to produce any. Can’t even imagine the spiritual detriment, I would have inflicted on an incarnated soul, that would be, just from my reasoning, thinking and dysfunctional ability to communicate. Let alone, let it loose into a society of hypocrisy, manipulation, violence and fear.
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*
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“Half penny, two penny,
Ashes to dust
The almighty dollar says
“In God we trust”
Justice for money
How much more can I pay
We all know it’s the American Way
“Half Penny, Two Penny”
– Styx
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** “Horror Teria: Captain Howdy And Street Justice”
[CAPTAIN HOWDY]
Oh, it’s so nice to see you all
inside my dreamy little world
And it’s so nice to be with all you
lovely little boys and girls
Make yourselves comfortable,
my place is so divine
Don’t you think I’m wonderful?
Say yes! You’re on my time
Stay away
From Captain Howdy
Stay away
From Captain Howdy
Don’t try to leave,
the doors are locked and only
I have got the key
Forget the windows,
they’re nailed shut and
boarded up so you can’t see
You’ll love the light show,
oh, I’m sure you’ll think it’s swell
When they go off,
you’re welcome to my living hell
Stay away
From Captain Howdy
Stay away
From Captain Howdy
[Solo: Eddie]
Come here, my sweet
Let me help you with that
There, that’s better
I’m overjoyed at all the games
I’m playing here with you today
But I’m so sad the party’s over and
we can no longer play
You think you’re going home
to your own little bed
But that’s impossible,
you can’t sleep when you’re dead
Stay away
From Captain Howdy
Stay away
From Captain Howdy
[STREET JUSTICE]
It happened in the broad daylight
So unexpected came the knife
A child’s scream sliced through the air
But no one came or seemed to care, no
The man’s description did little good
A local stranger from the neighborhood
Those little kids, oh, he left behind
With their mangled lives and
their tortured minds
Since he didn’t seem to care,
then don’t you think it’s only fair
Call for street justice
Let no mercy show
Call for street justice
Don’t let him go
The man was caught and
brought before a judge
Who had just returned
from a three drink lunch
His lawyer screamed
“you must set him free”
And off he went
on a technicality
Since the law don’t seem to care,
then don’t you think it’s only fair
Call for street justice
Why should parents cry?
Call for street justice
How many have to die?
[Solo: Jay Jay]
The mob assembled, smoke filled the air
And marched in anger to do what’s fair
To bring to justice this soulless thing
And show the others what evil brings
Now before you shake your head, think if it was your child instead
Call for street justice,
tell me what you’d do
Call for street justice,
pray this isn’t true
Call for street justice,
why should parents cry
Call for street justice,
how many have to die
Call for street justice,
when slime escapes the law
Call for street justice,
we’ll even up the score
Call for street justice,
let no mercy show
Call for street justice,
please don’t let him go”
– Twisted Sister
In and of itself
Traffic does not bother me
What am I insane
I did nothing to cause it
Therefore it is not my fault
.
I lost a haiku
It was just right about here
Then it disappeared
It turned into a tanka
That’s a clever place to hide
“I look inside myself and
See my heart is black
I see my red door
I must have it painted black
No colors any more,
I want them to turn black
Maybe then I’ll fade away and not
Have to face the facts
It’s not easy facing up
When your whole world is black
No more will my green sea
Go turn a deeper blue
I could not foresee this thing
Happening to you”
“Paint It Black”
– Rolling Stones
.
Indicative of a projection
.
Not liking what I see
The ugly reflection of me
Cast on, an unsuspecting,
President, I am projecting
Knowing my true worth
Been that way since birth
A life in it’s simplest reduction
Parents 2nd tax deduction
Compassionate I am not
Ever since being a tot
Keep it to your self
Put feelings on a shelf
What do I have to burn
So that I may unlearn
It is quite the travesty
Stripped of humanity
An idea that I must smash
Perceived value is cash
When one sees the duality
Reduced to a singularity
Do not do as we do
Do as you are told to
That was the lesson
Session after session
Ask us no questions
The automated suggestions
We will tell you no lies
Though will give many tries
A past not easily forgot
Mechanical as a robot
Need to learn to care
Not just find what is “fair”
Must not make my karma
Play out as an angry drama
Even on a tiny stage
Need let go of the rage
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“Pound the drums with martial beat
Pound the streets with marching feet
Wounded pride, distorted eyes
Paint the night with battle cries
All puffed up with vanity
We see what we want to see
To the powerful and the wise
The mirror always lies
Boys and girls together
Mistake conceit for pride
Ambition for illusion
Dreams for self-delusion
Girls and boys together
See what it is we lack
Boys and girls together
Let’s paint the mirror black
Paint it black”
“War Paint”
– Rush
Find a penny
Pick it up
All day long
Have good luck
.
My first inclination is to buy a lottery ticket.
.
What usually happens is, I get a $1.99 worth of insight. + .01 penny – $ 2.00 lottery ticket leads to a myriad of internal reflection. Gosh, what would I do with x million dollars?
First off, as this is being written, if I spent as much time thinking about what I’d do and replace it with doing something towards making x million dollars, I’d have it already. But hey, it is just a penny, right?
Statistically one would be placing their life on the roulette field of 50/50, either being in the red or black. Red as in finding yourself in worse debt than before you “won” or hopefully wise enough to stay in the black.
Fate’s outcome at the kinetic resistance of a spinning wheel and the gravitational drop of a little plastic ball.
After the statistical improbability of matching 6 numbers, painted on ping pong balls, pneumatically filling a transparent tube.
There would be no Goldilocks amount to be had, unless you had a crystal clear omniscient crystal ball to “see” the outcomes of each one of your choices.
If one had that kind of insight, there’d be no reason to buy a lottery ticket in the first place. Which is what you would want it to boil down to in the first place.
After paying off the immediate family’s mortgages or building them new houses, replacing vehicles with newer ones. In the end, all I’d want to do is make sure everyone is healthy and happy which can be achieved with out any money any way.
All that, for $ 1.99. Not too shabby.
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“Pennies From Heaven”
“Every time it rains, it rains pennies from heaven
Don’t you know each cloud contains pennies from heaven?
You’ll find your fortune’s fallin’ all over the town
Be sure that your umbrella is upside down
Trade them for a package of sunshine and flowers
If you want the things you love, you must have showers
So, when you hear it thunder, don’t run under a tree
There’ll be pennies from heaven for you and me”
– Frank Sinatra
“Manhattan Project”
“Imagine a time when it all began
In the dying days of a war
A weapon that would settle the score
Whoever found it first
Would be sure to do their worst
They always had before…
Imagine a man where it all began
A scientist pacing the floor
In each nation, always eager to explore
To build the best big stick
To turn the winning trick
But this was something more…
[Chorus:]
The big bang took and shook the world
Shot down the rising sun
The end was begun and it hit everyone
When the chain reaction was done
The big shots tried to hold it back
Fools tried to wish it away
The hopeful depend
On a world without end
Whatever the hopeless may say
Imagine a place where it all began
Gathered from across the land
To work in the secrecy of the desert sand
All of the brightest boys
To play with the biggest toys
More than they bargained for…
[Chorus]
Imagine a man when it all began
The pilot of ‘Enola Gay’
Flying out of the shockwave
On that August day
All the powers that be
And the course of history
Would be changed forevermore”
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– Rush
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Denuclearization
.
It is blatant bullying and arrogant to demand that any country has to dismantle and destroy their tools of equalization.
Who gave you know who the audacity to even suggest that?
“I think guns are the great equalizer, it puts everyone on an even keel.
Chuck Laddel, bad a$$, mixed martial arts fighter, maybe baddest guy in the world.
Put him in a cage with Hannah Montana and a twenty gauge, Vegas odds are dropping drastically.”
– Doug Stanhope
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So, why should ‘merikkka get to be the quintessential arbiter of deciding what country can have “guns”, when internally it “allegedly” wants everyone to have “guns”? While it wastes billions of dollars making guns it will never use.
When itself, is the global metaphorical equivalent of wanting to remain uninhibited to flick the ears of the scrawny country in front of them and steal their lunch (resources/”cheap” labor) money?
At what point in “time” does anyone think a real leader will emerge and actually lead? Instead of reshuffling the pieces on the spherical board, like any of that makes a difference?
Using “defense” as a pretense? Offering up vague “security”, that doesn’t exist, by taking, yes, by taking, albeit through an illusionary “voluntary” tax system to waste billions and billions of dollars on unused weaponry.
45 is not the problem, the system that produces 45 is the problem. Therefore it is fixable.
Am I the only one who thinks that if we spent that same money taking care of the people who need it the most would, not only, not harm “us”, would probably fight our battles for us. Save, there’d be no more “battles” left to fight.
Must be just me and Bill Hicks, but he’s dead now.
“I’m going to share with you a vision that I had, because I love you. And you feel it.
You know all that money we spend on nuclear weapons and defense each year, trillions of dollars, correct? Instead — just play with this — if we spent that money feeding and clothing the poor of the world — and it would pay for it many times over, not one human being excluded — we can explore space together, both inner and outer, forever in peace.”
– Bill Hicks
I get it though, our “alleged” leader, is a creature of our current collective consciousness or unconsciousness.
Therefore, simply because we are mired in it, we accept it as reality.
But how hard would it be to paradigm shift into gradual enlightenment, 100th monkey theory style?
One by one to one hundred, then one million by one million, then four billion by four billion, evolving, not accepting power of tyrants and or illusionary democracies.
“Democracy is the worst kind, I am sorry, but it is. We get to pick our leaders..well…
What if I don’t want a leader? Where does that vote go? I do good on my own, I don’t want to be “led”. Is that freedom?”
– Doug Stanhope
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Even the most enlightened democracy is infiltrated with the tyranny of the majority, if what has been “chosen” doesn’t match one’s ideology of how things “should” be.
“We’ve taken care of everything
The words you read, the songs you sing
The pictures that give pleasure to your eyes
It’s one for all and all for one
We work together, common sons
Never need to wonder how or why
//
Look around at this world we’ve made
Equality our stock in trade
Come and join the Brotherhood of Man
Oh, what a nice, contented world
Let the banners be unfurled
Hold the Red Star proudly high in hand
We are the Priests of the Temples of Syrinx
Our great computers fill the hallowed halls
We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx
All the gifts of life are held within our walls”
“2112”
– Rush
Seeing how, less than half the population in this country votes, it is actually the tyranny of the minority, implementing their will.
Adjudicating laws from big to small, regulating and controlling how individuals perceive within that framework that they are “allowed” to live.
Therefore always keeping things out of balance. A still pendulum might be boring, however it reflects the potential of being centered and silent, free to explore new worlds and alternative dimensions.
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“Learn To Be Still”
“It’s just another day in paradise
As you stumble to your bed
You’d give anything to silence
Those voices ringing in your head
You thought you could find happiness
Just over that green hill
You thought you would be satisfied
But you never will-
Learn to be still
We are like sheep without a shepherd
We don’t know how to be alone
So we wander ’round this desert
And wind up following the wrong gods home
But the flock cries out for another
And they keep answering that bell
And one more starry-eyed messiah
Meets a violent farewell-
Learn to be still
Learn to be still
Now the flowers in your garden
They don’t smell so sweet
Maybe you’ve forgotten
The heaven lying at your feet
[Solo]
There are so many contridictions
In all these messages we send
(We keep asking)
How do I get out of here
Where do I fit in?
Though the world is torn and shaken
Even if your heart is breakin’
It’s waiting for you to awaken
And someday you will-
Learn to be still
Learn to be still
You just keep on runnin’
Keep on runnin'”
“The Eagles”
We create these monsters because somewhere back in our puny consciousness, there is a tiny part of those, that think that they would like to have that power too. Unfortunately making it acceptable to exercise control over others through fear and hate.
Not everyone, but enough of everyone which is how it manifest into a projection called Donald. Whether it be instant or infinite karma, would not want to come back and be subject to the energy he is broadcasting.
