Life’s temporary
An assignment for yourself
Assigned by yourself
To burn hot through your karma
Till nothing’s left but spirit
Culled from
Life’s just a temporary assignment
Assigned to yourself by yourself
To burn hot through your karma
Thumb to screen or knife to jugular
Fingers to keyboard or rope to neck
Pen to paper or exhaust to lungs
Thoughts to words or bullet to brain
Guess will keep picking the formers
Having done so far, in the reverse order
Or
Thumb to cellular or knife to jugular
Fingers to keyed deck or rope to neck
Pen to paper or exhaust inhaled vapor
Thoughts to words or bullet to cranial shards
Though the second one had rhymes, it didn’t seem to flow like the first one, so I’d pick the top one. For what I do not know, they both just blurted out of my fingers.
“If you choose not to decide
You still have made a choice”
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“I will choose freewill”
From Rush “Freewill”
“Neil Peart”
I mean this in the nicest possible way.
The guy can’t FUCKING speak.
Knowing full well, neither can I, spending half a day practically talking to no one. Save hi, where do my trailers go? Or, do you think this pallet will fit under that deck? Thanks, drive safe. Bye.
One quarter involves communicating poorly with family, who over time have developed a deciphering system to interpret what they think they heard I said and what it actually means.
Plus gently ignoring my non-sequiturs, idiosyncrasies and obscure references.
Understandably so, as I have put myself in their ears and realize I wouldn’t want to listen to me either. Besides having the Kermit the Frog vocal style and delivery.
The last quarter of the day is spent sleeping and no one has to listen to me.
Back to the guy who can’t fucking speak.
The difference being, the only person I am leading is myself. This guy has been put into a position (not popularly or perhaps even properly elected) of leadership.
The leaders I’ve met, read or heard about seem to use the least amount of words to get the most done. Measured out precisely in content, context, tone and delivery, as an effective way to inspire towards a clear and concise vision.
This guy has a vocabulary of a 5 year old.
See Dick run. See Jane run. See Jane need to run faster than Dick. Because Dick is a dick with a dick.
Dick does not see Jane as Jane. Dick sees Jane as less than Dick. What a dick. Dick sees Kim as equal to Dick.
Dick sees Vlad as Dad. Dick works for Vlad. Vlad helped Dick, be a bigger dick. Vlad tells Dick what to do. Dick complies or Vlad will be a dick.
There, that is a long enough “dick” joke.
Was going to cite examples, however it is too toxic and tumultuous to read through again. Made me nauseous the first time, just hearing him.
Just because my ears were bleeding doesn’t mean I should bring scorn to my eyes, and sully to my soul.
Note to self.
I mean this in the nicest possible way.
The waning days of an
Alleged superpower
Are coming to a close
Never understood that
Moniker anyways
Arrogant by design
Named mostly for its
Destructive capabilities
Built on greed and violence
With a foundation of
Authority and hypocrisy
Lest of course you were
Brown, black, red, yellow and/
Or had reproductive organs
With a possessiveness penchant
For power, parcels and people
Controlling laws, land and labor
Brought to its merciless knees
With nary a shot fired by
The other alleged superpower
Rather defeated nonviolently
Simply by putting in place
A pompous Putin placed puppet
Strung up by greed & narcissism
Tweeting and talking (barely)
To keep us fighting
Amongst ourselves
As we just started down
The road to enlightenment
Equality and healthcare
Because of a shift change
A different driver grabbed
The wheel, took a detour
Down what appears to
Be a dead end road
As the bridge to reciprocity
Has been washed out
Crawling back only to
Dig our own graves
Having lost sight of
Where we could have gone
If we hadn’t allowed our
Vision to be obstructed by
The big # 1 foam finger
Appeasing little minds
Waving ceaselessly
Convincing ourselves
We were something special
Based on nothing
Other than we told ourselves
We were
A debtor nation
Owing so many
So many billions
Is hardly a “super” power
Super’s core definition
Is Extremely Good
That should be our goal
Be Extremely Good
Then we will know
Our Super power
Drop the hate, racism, hyperbole, and unconscious desire to be afraid of a bogeyman that the alleged leader of this country “tells” you to be afraid of.
That is all beneath you as a bi-pedal oxygen breathing, monoxide exhaling, red-blooded, skeleton supported, solar powered, carbon-based, large brained, earth inhabitant omnivore.
“What do we do,? We say things that don’t make sense. Do you understand, how stupid we sound on the news?
Is there anybody who even knows a little bit about our history, when we say things in America like, “I don’t mind immigration, but I do mind “illegal” immigration.
No you don’t! We’re America. Every beautiful thing that we have in this country was built. …… illegally.
This is not me, saying this as a beaner. I’m saying this as an American, who accepts the reality of who we are.
White people, when you landed on Plymouth Rock……….
You did not have a visa.”
– Carlos Mencia
Clark County welcomed 46,375 new residents — an average of 127 per day — between July 1, 2015, and July 1, 2016, according to annual population estimates released Thursday by the U.S. Census Bureau.
Only Maricopa County, Arizona, and Harris County, Texas, saw a higher number of new arrivals over the same period. The county that includes Phoenix grew by 81,360 residents, while the county that takes in most of the Houston area grew by 56,587 residents, the Census Bureau said.
As of July 1, Clark County was home to just under 2.16 million people, a 2.2 percent increase over the previous 12-month period.
According to the Census Bureau, Nevada’s most-populous county saw 27,352 births, 16,501 deaths and 34,301 new residents move here during the year ending July 1. Almost 6,600 of those recent arrivals came from another country.
www-reviewjournal.com
The Clark County perspective is 46,375 ÷ 12 = 3,860 people a month and the “news” is only going to rattle on about “caravans” this till it no longer serves their purpose. Till they distract the masses with a different “2 minutes hate”
Get Real.
“Immigration”
“There’s too many people in this fucking country. But I think if you’re going to focus on keeping people out, you got to focus on people who don’t contribute to society. That’s a no-brainer.
There’s a specific group of over 4 million people that come into this country every year and don’t contribute a fucking thing.
And everyone knows who I am talking about, but no one wants to say it, because it is politically incorrect
But, fuck that, you know who I am talking about. Officer Bob. You know who I am talking about, who am I talking about. ….
Babies, that’s who I am talking about, babies, they come out of your hole, they come in to this country. They don’t speak the language, they don’t want to work.
They just take and they take and they cause a ruckus. They waste all of our natural resources. I say put the border patrol agent at the foot of your uterus.
Anything comes out without a visa, you kick it back in the hole. What is your name? You are not on the list, get back behind the velvet rope. The club is over full, we’ll call you when we need you.
Sick, the amount of people.
Oh Doug, don’t do an anti baby bit on every cd?
Yes, cause you won’t stop having them, so I am going to keep saying it.
Almost every problem in the world boils down to too many fucking people and I’m not just talking out of my ass. I’ve had my vasectomy, I have no children.”
“Deadbeat Hero”
– Doug Stanhope
“Immigration / Vasectomy”
“When you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change.”
– Dr Wayne Dyer
Land of the free
Home of the brave
Or
Lazy and complacent
Unimaginative and
Blatantly racist
Why else would anyone object to people moving from one part of the planet to another.
1 They will need housing.
Get it. Construction jobs, forestry jobs. Not all the trees in the west got smoked. Perhaps properly managed, might just reduce the fire hazard for years to come.
2 Coming here on foot, they will need transportation and new shoes
Get it. Vehicle mfg and shoe sales.
3 They will be thirsty and need to eat.
Get it, food harvest and distribution jobs.
Need more examples against racist rants.
Don’t speak the language.
Get it. More teaching jobs, more schools, some even for us to be taught their language, use our brains better for communication not condemnation.
So that the “minority” “English” speaking earthlings could speak another’s speak.
More construction, infrastructure, and opportunities for those here to make a buck to help maintain their bank indentured servitude.
Whether the enslavement numbers are up. (Oops, meant the employment is at an all time high). Or freedom is infinitely cherished. Here is a golden opportunity to cash in, by serving the new guests.
Not treat them as “foreigners”, seeing as how, if viewed from *(A Distance). We are all floating on the same sphere or flat disc,. However you choose to see it.
When there are now more “hiring signs” every where you go, it is a pathetically weak argument, that anyone is “taking” anyone’s job.
Besides, having heard, that upwards of 70% of those working, don’t like their jobs anyway. Making any caravan a disguised blessing, should it be viewed that way.
If one’s thinking is, there are simply too many people here, yet have children, you are complicit from a different direction.
If you don’t have biological reproductions of self, then it shouldn’t matter anyway, you did your part.
* “From A Distance”
From a distance
The world looks blue and green,
and the snow-capped mountains white.
From a distance
Tthe ocean meets the stream,
and the eagle takes to flight.
From a distance, there is harmony,
and it echoes through the land.
It’s the voice of hope,
it’s the voice of peace,
it’s the voice of every man.
From a distance we all have enough,
And no one is in need.
And there are no guns, no bombs,
And no disease,
No hungry mouths to feed.
From a distance we are instruments
Marching in a common band.
Playing songs of hope,
Playing songs of peace.
They’re the songs of every man.
God is watching us. God is watching us.
God is watching us from a distance.
From a distance you look like my friend,
Even though we are at war.
From a distance
I just cannot comprehend
What all this fighting is for.
From a distance there is harmony,
And it echoes through the land.
And it’s the hope of hopes,
It’s the love of loves,
it’s the heart of every man.
It’s the hope of hopes,
Iit’s the love of loves.
This is the song of every man.
And God is watching us,
God is watching us,
God is watching us from a distance.
Oh, God is watching us, God is watching.
God is watching us from a distance
– Better Midler
“This is nothing new, they’ve been trying to scare us for years. Remember the killer bees?
What happened to the killer bees? Some of you are young and don’t even remember. Killer bees were going to fly from Africa to South America right?
Then they were going to ease up through Central America, hang a left, come in through Mexico and kill us all.
– Alonzo Boden
Sound rhetorically familiar???
The “Killer Bees” lost their sting
Every few years, got trotted out
To easily frighten a frightened
Unimaginative and soul dead
Populace, scared of their shadows
So, not to be outdone this year
To distract and frighten again
Someone, we know not who
Decided to give the focus of fears
A face, and, as per usual gave it
A brown face and an ominous
Dark description of “INVADER”
Oh, for the love of humanity.
Oops, or lack thereof. Right?
Loaded to bear with their only
Possessions on their backs and
Lacking in the shoe department
Putting to shame that Normandy
Thing as drunken wedding crashers
Maybe those that are heading north
Are coming to America because
Heard it was a “Christian” nation
Boy are they in for a BIG SURPRISE
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I know very little of the late JC, except for a few quotes and how he was portrayed in Andrew Lloyd Webber’s movie “Jesus Christ Superstar”.
Have also heard in dilemma situations
Christians are prompted to ask WWJD ?
Quite sure it wouldn’t be fear mongering.
Or is it WWYDIYTJWL What Would You Do If You Thought Jesus Wasn’t Looking ?
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@realdonaldtrump
“Many Gang Members and some very bad people are mixed into the Caravan heading to our Southern Border. Please go back, you will not be admitted into the United States unless you go through the legal process. This is an invasion of our Country and our Military is waiting for you!”
8:41 AM – Oct 29, 2018
I rest my case.
This is getting comical, what is he going to do, order them to shoot? So he can have as much blood on his hands as his predecessors?
At least he was polite and tweeted “please”.
Wonder if someone, perhaps maybe in the State Department could inform the tireless twitter tweeter that the likelihood anybody in the caravan has either a cell phone or a twitter account is quite nill and will not be able to heed his “warning”.
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Guess that means it was for his “base” to read. Hmm? Or have it read to them.
Base :
the bottom or lowest part of something
not honest or good
– m-w.com
Oh shit, it just dawned on me
What some “‘mericans” are ‘fraid of
Afraid that the browns are
Going to do to the whites (pinks)
What the whites did to the reds
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Oops ! ………Ain’t karma a bitch.
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“We really gave the Indians a fast trip across the continent, you notice that? They were having a little cookout in Massachusetts- buncha boats came up, man…”Hey, ya mind moving over, guys?
Bring in the stuff. Would you move it over, man. Bring in the stuff. Would you move it over, man. Bring in the stuff. Would you move it over, man.
Over three mountain ranges…four mountain ranges. Got ’em onto an offshore island, Alcatraz, right? Off the continent completely!
They had to take the island to get it! Then we kicked them off there.”
– George Carlin
“White man came across the sea
He brought us pain and misery
He killed our tribes he killed our creed
He took our game for his own need”
“Run to the hills”
– Iron Maiden
I do not want
People
To question
Their beliefs
I want them
To put them
On a coroner’s slab
As most beliefs are
Deceased anyway
Slice them open
Peel back
The many layers
To see why
They have atrophied
For utter lack
Of meaningful use
Parroting
What group think
Thinks
Accepts as
Being okay
Contextualizing morality
Under the content
Umbrella
Of
If it feels good
Do it
Or
Turn a blind eye
Because
It is not
Happening to you
Replacing
The golden rule
With
He who has the gold
Rules
I thought
The ditto-heads
Were extinct
Turns out
They morphed
Into parrots
Squawking
What the fox yelps
Without substance
Only fear
The sun
Neither
Rises or sets
Just no words
To describe it yet
Ones that would bring
Clarity
Of our place
In the cosmos
Instead of
An egocentric center
Guaranteed
For self destruction
When the reality is
We are all on
The same spaceship
In need of
Repair and adjustment
Heading in the same direction
While foolishly believing
We are
Of a race
A religion
An age or
A country
When detailed
Examination shows
We are bright
Sparks of the divine
Burning quick
Individually
Still
Never losing our heat
Or
Infinitely bright radiance
The unanswered question
Remains still
Yet elusive
Where do
These words
Come from
How did they appear
In this order
Poured from
A brain blender
“I’m not attached to your world
Nothing heals, nothing grows
‘Cause it’s a great big white world
And we are drained of our colors
We used to love ourselves
We used to love one another
All my stitches itch
My prescription’s low”
“Great Big White World”
– Marilyn Manson
Even to my own chosen family
Am more tolerable than loveable
A means to an end as it were
An angry self placed on a shelf
Do I choose to be that lone wolf
Unfortunately, I suppose that I do
Some of it though seems to be the
Wiring or perhaps old programming
Like a bad habit that only gets worse
Left unchecked will lead to remorse
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“My passionate sense of social justice and social responsibility has always contrasted oddly with my pronounced lack of need for direct contact with other human beings and human communities.”
– Albert Einstein
I am certainly no genius, suspecting that
My external concerns, mask internal ones
In meager attempts to fix and understand
What seems a tad broke in need of repair
Like a typical guy ignores the instructions
Ego will get it all figured out in due time
Yeah, right, like that is going to happen
“I hurry through my life
never stopping to see
How beautiful
it was meant to be
I’m just a prisoner
in a king’s disguise”
Broken dreams
as we shuffle by
//
We now have everything
Or so people say
But now this emptiness
Haunts me every day
We seek the lion’s share
Never knowing why
Come alive
Spread your wings and fly
Pieces of eight
The search for the money tree
Don’t cash your freedoms in for gold
Pieces of eight
Can’t buy you everything
Don’t let it turn your heart to stone
“Pieces Of Eight”
– Styx
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“We teach best what we need to learn most ourselves.”
– Richard Bach
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Whilst writing this, a Pandora jazz station had the audacity to play Melody Gardot’s
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“Your Heart Is As Black As Night”
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So that I might see me, as my wife must
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“Your Heart Is As Black As Night”
Melody Gardot
“Your eyes may behold
But the story I’m told
Is your heart is as black as night
Your lips may be sweet
Such that I can’t compete
But your heart is as black as night
I don’t know why
You came along
At such a perfect time
But if I let you hang around
I’m bound to lose my mind
Cause your hands may be strong
But the feeling’s all wrong
Your heart is as black as night
I don’t know why
You came along
At such a perfect time
But if I let you hang around
I’m bound to lose my mind
Cause your hands may be strong
But the feeling’s all wrong
Your heart is as black
Your heart is as black
Oh your heart is as black as night”
Well, (hopefully) perhaps it is not quite that bad, going on twenty one years. Must have a few ounces of humanity in this tin man.
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“I don’t fit in anywhere, man, I really don’t. I don’t agree with anything either, not even what I just said so, think you see the problem here. Stranded without a clue.”
– Bill Hicks
Written (I think before Blogs were available) 1/16/2003
Over 15 years ago
Of an even older song. Harry Chapin’s “The Rock”
Just to show I’m not always picking on the current goofball.
“My problem, is with ha huh “authority” – Lewis Black
“IRAQ” best sung to Harry Chapin’s “The Rock”
Iraq is gonna get wise us, he woke with a start
As the price of oil goes up, the dark fear hits his heart
And Bush told us of the vision, which he was sure he’d seen
We said: “Go back to sleep Dubya, you’re having a bad dream!”
Silly child–
Everybody knows Iraq has oil underground
Everybody knows why alternate sources won’t be found
Remember George Bush Sr. said the sky was falling down
Well nothing ever came of that, the world still whirls around
Iraq’s going to stop selling to us. He stood and told the masses
The sheep driving to their slaughter, stopped to pump some gases
But he went on and said; “I’ve seen it, I don’t want you to blame me
There’s nothing else we can do, here’s my partner in crime dick Cheney
Crazy boy–
Everybody knows Iraq sits over the oil
Everybody knows our greed won’t allow it to spoil
We’ve more important studies than your fantasies and fears
You know that Iraq’s been controlled by us for at least a hundred years
“Iraq’s not going to put up with this.” He told the VP he was certain
“If we can start a war soon enough, they’ll forget about Halliburton”
You see my dad did all the research; I’ll blame it on Osama
We’ll tell them danger is lurking, were here to protect their mama
Just a madman–
Everybody knows their civil rights will soon be gone
Everybody knows being controlled by others is wrong
Everybody knows of those who say the end is near
Everybody knows that life goes on as usual round here
He went up to the United Nations, a building left alone
They knew he was insane so they left him drone and drone
He’d given up enlisting help for there was no one else
He spent his days devising ways to engage Iraq himself
One night while he was working lying to himself and the rest
The peace movement began to swell and came up to a crest.
Iraq won’t succumb to us; I know that to be the deal.
If you don’t trust me, you can always ask Rumsfield
The aware stopped this fake president, the plans they did foil
We are tired of spilling blood, while you make profits from oil
The people ran into the street even though they thought it would be hard
They decided to make the regime change sitting in there own back yard
When someone asked where dubya had gone they said: They weren’t too soft
He is sitting in a prison, with his other partner in crime John Ashcroft
But some where in his cell
Oh the lies that he do tell
And if we are not very carefull
He will give us another earful
Okay, here is Harry Chapin’s version of
.“The Rock”
The rock is gonna fall on us, he woke with a start
And he ran to his mother, the fear dark in his heart
And he told her of the vision that he was sure he’d seen
She said: “Go back to sleep son, you’re having a bad dream!”
Silly child–
Everybody knows the rock leans over the town
Everybody knows that it won’t tumble to the ground
Remember Chicken Little said the sky was falling down
Well nothing ever came of that, the world still whirls around
“The rock is gonna fall on us,” he stood and told the class
The professor put his chalk down and peered out through his glasses
But he went on and said; “I’ve seen it, high up on the hill
If it doesn’t fall this year then very soon it will!”
Crazy boy–
Everybody knows the rock leans over the town
Everybody knows that it won’t tumble to the ground
We’ve more important studies than your fantasies and fears
You know that rock’s been perched up there for a hundred thousand years
“The rock is gonna fall on us.” He told the magistrates
“I believe that we can stop it but the time is getting late
You see I’ve done all the research my plans are all complete.”
He was showing them contingencies when they showed him to the street
Just a madman–
Everybody knows the rock leans over the town
Everybody knows that it won’t tumble to the ground
Everybody knows of those who say the end is near
Everybody knows that life goes on as usual round here
He went up on the mountain beside the giant stone
They knew he was insane so they left him alone
He’d given up enlisting help for there was no one else
He spent his days devising ways to stop the rock himself
One night while he was working building braces on the ledge
The ground began to rumble the rock trembled on the edge
“The rock is gonna fall on us! Run or you’ll all be crushed!”
And indeed the rock was moving, crumbling all to dust
He ran under it with one last hope that he could add a prop
And as he disappeared the rock came to a stop
The people ran into the street but by then all was still
The rock seemed where it always was or where it always will be
When someone asked where he had gone they said: “Oh he was daft.
Who cares about that crazy fool.” And then they’d start to laugh
But high up on the mountain
When the wind is hitting it
If you’re watching very closely
The rock slips a little bit
- Harry Chapin
Looking at the world through a windshield. 